#Don't ask where the ice cream cones came from

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Something I'm working on for a comic.

[loggiepj]

illicit affairs

part 3 | part 4

"SOMEONE got flowers," Yelena teased the moment you set foot inside your office.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, brows only knitted in confusion.

When Yelena finally let you through, your eyes quickly caught sight of a bouquet of daisies on top of your desk. It came with a note that says 'Have a lovely day!' , and even if it had no name who it was from, you immediately knew it was from Wanda. She was the only one who knew you liked daisies anyway. And she now owned her own flower shop.

Anger and shame only filled you as you hastily threw the bouquet of flowers into the bin next to your desk, making Yelena gasp in horror.

Kate laughed. "That's the fourth bouquet she threw this week."

Yelena then grabbed the flowers and shook the dust off gently with her hands. "It's such a waste. Do you know how expensive flowers are these days? I'm gonna take this if you don't want it. This could be useful—"

"Why? You planning to reuse them?" Kate intervened with a nervous laugh, leaving her desk as she approached the blonde woman. In the untrained eye, it looked like she was only joking. But you knew there was a hint of jealousy in her words.

"What's in it for you?" Yelena replied, stepping back from Kate, hiding the bouquet behind her back.

"Nothing, nothing, of course," Kate nonchalantly answered. "So . . . you asking anyone for a date?"

Yelena sighed. "That's none of your business."

And as you listened to your friends banter on, your thoughts swam back to one specific brunette. One that had always occupied your mind these days.

You hadn't seen the woman since that very night. The very next day, while Wanda was still deep in slumber, sleeping peacefully like an angel in disguise, you silently crawled out of bed and left her in your apartment.

You didn't dare come back for two days, seeking for Kate's help as you took residence in her guest bedroom for the meantime.

Wanda sent a couple of messages asking where you were, and it only stopped when you blocked her. You hated yourself for feeling this way, for still feeling like a lost schoolgirl completely head over heels with the professor. You were weak. You were stupid.

Kate assured you that you were only human, it was natural to respond to natural urges, especially that it had been a long time since you'd had sex.

But you knew better.

If it was really a physical urge, and not Wanda herself, you needed confirmation.

MIRACULOUSLY the day after, the confirmation was in the form of your neighbor barista, Christine.

Christine had been writing her number a couple of times on the cup of the coffee you'd order everyday, next to your name that came with a cute heart drawing. But you hadn't entertain one single thought of finally asking her out.

You knew it was petty. Cruel. Selfish. You knew it would only hurt one of you, especially innocent Christine. As the saying would go, you shouldn't mess with the person who handles your food.

But on that weekend, you found yourself walking with Christine as you wander the streets of New York, finding strange street foods to try and fun carnival games to play. It would be wrong of you to admit you didn't enjoy any second spent with the girl.

Christine was nice. She was friendly, talkative and sweet, she even brought you your cup of coffee when she met you after work. You found out that she was also taking a couple of classes in the same university you worked at, wanting to become a lawyer one day.

And maybe Kate was right. If you only allowed yourself to be happy, just for one time, you'd be happy. And you thought life was finally merciful towards you.

Until you both bumped into Wanda and her twins as you and Christine headed towards the park. The twins were carrying bags of stuff from the nearby night market, while Wanda was holding two sticks of corn dog, probably she bought for her boys, and a cone of ice cream in the other.

And it was as if life had gone back on being cruel to you. Because all you could think about that moment was how Wanda looked both so beautiful and cute wearing a beanie around her head and a coat larger than her body as she licked her ice cream, trying to keep it from melting.

It tugged a string in your heart. And it hurt.

"Y/n!" Tommy said enthusiastically. "We didn't expect to see you here."

And if Wanda's glares sent your way were only daggers, you'd both be killed.

"Tommy," you replied. "Nice to see you without a cast. How's your arm?"

"Never better," he answered, as he swung his arm full of bags, pretending he was hitting a home run.

Billy added, chuckling, "He's always whining about it though, because it was itchy—"

"Shut up! I was not!"

You both laughed until you felt Christine hold your hand.

"Oh sorry, how stupid of me," you said. "Christine, these are Tommy, Billy and their mother, Miss Maximoff." You met Wanda's eyes quickly. "I used to babysit them when they were just kids. Guys, this is Christine, my . . . "

"Girlfriend," Christine confirmed, offering her hand towards them. And you froze, not really expecting her to say that. It was Wanda who reacted badly as she shook the offered hand of Christine's rather hurriedly and harshly.

"Hi," Tommy said, shaking Christine's hand last.

"How recent?" Wanda asked coldly.

"Come again?" Christine asked, giggling. "Sorry, it's just too loud here."

"Nothing," Wanda said, forcing a weak laugh. "It's just that Y/n is quite picky to date anyone. You're a lucky one, I guess."

"I'm sure she has no problem finding one, Ma'am," Christine replied with a challenging tone, making your lip tug upward. Her arm snaked around your waist as she pulled you closer towards her. "I've been trying to ask out this cutie here since the first time she bought coffee from our shop. Now, she took the bold move to finally send me a message."

"Is that so?" Wanda chuckled tauntingly, licking the melted drop of ice cream dripping down her fingers. The action made you grit your teeth. "Intriguing."

The conversation changed when Billy announced there would be an acoustic set playing that night near the park, inviting you both to watch it with them. But you respectfully declined, saying you didn't want to bother, your eyes never leaving Wanda and hers at yours, provoking you more.

AFTER you and Christine left them, Christine immediately apologized. "I'm so, so sorry, Y/n. Gosh, you might think I'm so forward—"

"For what?"

"For saying I'm your girlfriend. I know I'm not and we just dated." She sighed. "It's her, isn't she?"

You swallowed a lump in your throat as she went on. "I remember her face, she was the one who was looking for you I believe months ago. And you were so cold and frozen earlier when I touched you, thinking you were uncomfortable and all, so I panicked and decided to help. I don't know if that really helped anything. Gosh, I'm rambling—"

"Christine," you said, stopping her as you smiled. "It's fine. I'm not mad."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm actually grateful. Thank you for saving me from that awkward interaction."

You went on walking in silence, her arm looped in yours. The night was still young but you already wanted it to be over. Not because of Christine. But because Wanda had already spoiled the wonderful night. And you hated yourself for letting her affect you like that.

Seeing your dilemma, Christine tried to lighten the mood. "Would it be bad of me to assume you dated the milf?"

You both exploded into laughter before you began to talk about it. And Christine was very understanding. She realized then that the persistent way of her trying to ask you out made her realize that it was just a silly crush. And when she got to know you, it would be terrible to start a relationship with someone who was still not over her ex. And you completely understood her.

It was a mutual decision that you and Christine remained to be good friends and nothing more.

It was a happy night well spent with a newfound friend as you both met up with Kate and Yelena afterwards, who were apparently on a date that night. At least, it made you forget about a certain brunette.

WHEN you came back to your apartment some time later, there Wanda was sitting on the floor just outside your apartment door. She looked weary and tired, hugging her legs as she buried her head in her knees. When she heard footsteps, she immediately lifted her head to look. She quickly stood when she saw it was you who arrived and you could tell from her eyes that she was just crying.

"What are you doing here?" you asked calmly. You were tired to argue with the woman.

"Where's Christine?" Wanda asked, looking behind you.

"I gave her a ride home," you answered, picking your keys from your pocket.

Wanda nodded. "I thought . . . I thought she'd be staying here tonight—"

"And you see it best to wait here just to check?"

There was a small pause. And you knew you were cruel. But you wanted to hurt Wanda because she hurt you so much.

Wanda wiped the tears from her face as she quickly apologized and walked past you, heading to the elevator.

But maybe it was the haze from that night that made you wrap your hand around her wrist, stopping her from leaving. Maybe it was the bottle of beer you had earlier that made you kiss the old woman with fervor, pressing her against the nearby wall.

And maybe, it was the terrifying thought that you're not into Wanda anymore that made the brunette kiss you back with desperation and need, clutching your jacket so tight, claiming you as hers and only hers.

You both managed to enter your apartment with difficulty as you two began to devour each other, hitting vases and lamps along the way as you pulled her inside while taking each other's clothes off.

But maybe it was lust that made you settle on the couch as you both stumbled upon it, not wasting another second to head towards the bedroom, that made you crave for the woman straddled on top of you.

Wanda took off her brassiere then went to cup your face for another kiss. You stopped her, holding both of her wrists. Your eyes were on her breasts, her perky hard nipples.

Maybe it really was thirst that made you stare hungrily at her, how she still looked so perfect even at her age, that made your hands slide across her hips through her stomach just to cup her breasts and squeeze them.

The brunette let out a gasp on the harsh way you held her, but as she wrapped her hands around your wrists, you yanked her hands away, keeping them behind her back.

You leaned forward to suck one of her waiting nipples, closing your eyes as you savored the moment.

"Fuck, Y/n," Wanda moaned, squirming before you, helpless.

Your hand held unto her while the other slipped down to her back, inside her underwear as you played with her warm slick entrance. And it was so cruel to feel her dripping like this and you had barely touched her.

Wanda whined and shook her body, making you finally take mercy and let her go. Her hands automatically clasped unto the back of the couch as you went to devour her other nipple with same intensity, and three of your fingers finally slipping into her hole, fucking her slowly and torturously.

"Oh, god!" Maybe it really was the way Wanda sound that night that made you so aroused. You fastened your pace, making her grind her hips to meet your thrust.

Disconnecting your mouth, you leaned back to stare up at her and watch her ride your hand desperately. Hugging her waist to pull her closer to you, breasts pressing against your chin, you deepened your thrust.

"Y/n . . . Y/n, I'm—" And she sobbed a moan, her body trembling in waves as she came, her warm hole clenching around your fingers you thought they might break.

You helped her through her high, watching the angelic look on her when she comes undone before you.

Maybe Kate was wrong after all. It wasn't just any physical urge. Maybe you were still in love with Wanda. And no one could compare to her.

Maybe it was that thought that made you give up as you let Wanda kiss you fiercely, let her kneel before you as she took off your pants and underwear and let her worship you with her mouth.

THE NEXT morning was the worst as you slowly creeped off the bed, careful as to not wake the woman. But to no luck.

"Am I just a good fuck to you every now and then?" Wanda's weak sleepy voice brought a tear in your heart.

You went on dressing yourself, deciding whether to interrupt Kate and Yelena just to find a place to stay.

Hearing rustling of sheets, you turned to look at Wanda as she moved towards you wrapped only in your blanket. And she looked so helpless, that you want to take her back right that instant, to hug her and say how sorry you were for making her cry.

But you knew you couldn't. She almost killed you. It wasn't fair.

It brought tears in your eyes and you hoped she didn't notice them. "Y/n—"

"What do you want, Wanda?" you answered bitterly, almost yelling. "Do you want to cuddle under the sheets? You want a relationship? Well, you should have thought about that when you crushed my heart years ago!"

You fought back another angry remark from your throat as her eyes began to glisten with tears. "I'm so sorry."

You exhaled a frustated sigh, hand on the door. "Then I also apologize that this is all I can give to you. That you can't always get what you want."

You finally stepped outside, leaving the poor woman alone.

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~Drunk Boys~

The boys from 141 get drunk and you have to pick them up.

Warning: Drunk, violence.

Parts inspired from New Girl. If you know you know.

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One lovely evening you sat in your little office space. The boys had headed off quite some time ago for a few drinks. Your usual Friday night outing didn't include you that time because of a few reports you had put off. It was pulling onto 1am when your phone started to ring. It was a new number you had never seen before.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking,” you said.

“Hey uh doc?” It was Gaz voice that came through the call. 

“Gaz?” you asked.

“Who you talking to?” you could hear Jonny ask in the background.

“I'm talking to doc,” Gaz stated.

“Oh, why?” Jonny whispered.

“I don't know,” Gaz murmured back. It didn't take a detective to establish by their slurred tones that they were drunk.

“Gaz, why are you calling me from a random number?” you asked.

“I don't know. Our phones got wet,” he explained.

“Our?” you asked.

“Yeah Me, Soap, Ghost and Price,” he stated with a sassy tone, as if it was your fault for not knowing. 

“So you fucked you phones?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Gaz nodded.

“And you called me, why?” you asked. There was silence for a bit.

“Captain, why am I calling Doc again?” Gaz asked.

“Because we lost the fucking car and we need a lift back to base,” Price snapped in the distance.

“Because we lost the fucking car and we need a lift back to base,” Gaz tone was much calmer and sweeter than Prices. A small smile worked its way onto your face.

“Alright, ill be there soon. Where are you?” you asked, making your way to the door.

“Not at the base,” Gaz said.

“I know that Gaz. Where are you now?” It was like talking to a toddler.

“Oh, We're at McDonalds,” he said before the line went dead. There were three McDonalds in the town. You thought they would be at the one closest to the bar. You were right. You were about to pull into the car park when you paused. Alittle down the street, right under the McDonalds sign sat four blobs. Driving up to it, you slammed on the brakes at what you saw. 

Price was sitting with his arms crossed. His hat looked to have been ripped in half and then shakily put back together with some staples, a tuft of his hair sticking out the top. Next to him Ghost with a traffic cone on his head and one tucked in his lap as he sat cross-legged. He was hugging it, and the one in his lap had been drawn on, and made up to look like a person, with a hat and a bikini loosely tied around it. One of his jacket sleeves was missing as if it had been torn clean off. Jonny sat next to him shirtless, with a patch of hair missing from his chest. Over it a pink glittery 21st birthday sash. His mohawk sprinkled with glitter and a kilt. Gaz had left in a pair of jeans, he was now in a pair of pink booty shorts that you would place money on that had some word like bitch or booty on the back of bedazzled gems. A crown of beer cans ducked taped around his head compelled the fit. All about them, strewn across the floor was a variety of McDonald's food, ranging from ice-creams to nuggets. They were all happily munching away. And they were all missing their left shoe?

You got out of the car phone at the ready.

“Say cheese boys,” you called. Drunkenly, they all looked up in your general direction, taking a photo. You chuckled, pocketing your phone and hands as you looked over them all. Wondering what the hell happened to them. 

“Ah, it's doc. What are you doing here, lovey?” Jonny asked in excitement, throwing his hands to the air.

“I'm here to pick you boys up,” you said.

“Pah, no we're alright. We've still got to go to another bar. Ain't that right LT?” Jonny asked, waving you away.

“Aye. I want another lager,” Ghost stated defiantly.

“I think you boys have had enough. Just look at the state of ya,” you gestured to them. 

“Wow, body shaming. Shame on you Y/N,” Gaz slurred, shaking his head disappointingly.

“Your all wet. Each of you has a piece of clothing damaged and all of you haven't even made eye contact with me yet,” you explained. Instantly, they all turned to stare into your eyes.

“Bull shit,” Jonny hiccuped before taking a bite of his burger. 

“Sargent, Report,” Price spoke up. You paused, considering his words as he stared down at the road in front of him.

“Report sir?” you asked. He nodded, tipping forward ever so slightly. Your eyes widened. He was absolutely plastered. They all were. 

“Your all drunk as fuck,” you said simply, your sentence finishing in a bewilder chuckle. The boys could hold their liquer, hell you have ever seen Gaz and Jonny drunk. 

“Am not,” Jonnys offended tone had you laughing again.

“Of sorry. My mistake, your only eating ice cream burger because you want to,” you jabbed you fingers at the burger in his hands. The ice cream was dripping down his arms and it looked like he had stacked nuggets, chips and a shit ton of cheese into the mix.

“As a matter of fact I did want to,” he said moving his hand about, the contents of the burger slopping onto the ground.

“Awww,” Jonny whined.

“Five second rule bruv,” Gaz said reaching bow to pick up a handful of the mess reconstructing the burger and handing it back to Jonny.

“Thanks Gaz,” Jonny seemed genuinely thankful. You held back a gag as he moved it to his mouth.

“Don't eat that,” you warned. You sure as hell didn't want him getting sick of all the gems that were now thrown into the burger mix. 

“I'll do what I want to do, because I can do whatever I want to do because I can do it,” he slurred.

“Jonny you eat that burger and I'll never speak to you again,” you proposed the ultimatum. He paused, pondering for a moment.

“What if I drink it?” he asked.

“Your gonna drink a burger?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Aye,” he nodded confidently.

“I bet you a tenner you can't,” Price spoke up. The poor man looked to be dozing in and out of sleep.

“I'll take that bet,” Jonny said.

“Jonny that was on the road,” you pleaded.

“And?” he asked.

“Put it down,” you ordered sternly. With a grumble, he chucked the burger down like a toddler throwing a tantrum. The boys held back their giggles. You heard that right giggle. And it was stared by none other than the man himself. Price. He was giggling. The high-pitched noise sounded off coming from him.

“Ohhhhhhhh mums mad at you,” Gaz joked, nudging his side.

“Sod off,” Jonny grumbled.

“Alright where’s the phone you called me from?” you asked.

“Why?” Gaz questioned.

“Because you called me from a random number, which means you had someone else’s phone. By the state of you lot I wouldn't be surprised if you stole it,” you explained.

“Right, it's over there,” Gaz grabbed his thumb to the phone booth. You first thought they had called you from it, but when you noticed the little pink box, you walked up to it to get a closer look. It was an iPhone. In a pink case, it was cracked to kingdom come and they had somehow lodged it in the credit card reader. You tried tugging it out to no avail. What you did find was Gaz’s phone propped up on the little stand with his contacts open with your name and number on it. Deciding not to question the backwards thinking that led them there you pocketed Gaz’s phone, walking back to the boys.

“Alright, I want the truth ok. What happened?” you asked a little concerned.

“Meet up with some airforce boys. They tried to act all high and mighty,” Price shrugged.

“Said they could drink more than us,” Ghost added.

“We had to prove them wrong,” Jonny explained.

“And we did. But then they brought out, Um what was it called?” Gaz clicked his fingers. 

“Abstanance,” Jonny proclaimed proudly. 

“Absinthe?” you asked in shock.

“Hell yeah, drunk those fuckers under the table.” Ghost nodded.

“Dunk yourselves under the table by the looks of it. Why are you wet? And what the fuck happened to ya shoes?” you asked.

“The ducks were drowning,” Gaz stated simply.

“And there was a bar that takes your shoe when you start a tab. It's to prevent running out without payed your tab,” Jonny added.

“So you all rescued ducks and ran out on a tab?” you asked. The boys pondered for a moment realized how bad it sounded. 

“Yes,” Ghost nodded.

“No,” the rest of them said. 

“And only Ghost rescued the ducks, I fell in, Gaz tried to rescue me but couldn't and Price saved us both,” Jonny explained as if it fixed it all.

“You shouldn't have been hanging around ponds this drunk. It's dangerous,” you murmured.

“For your information, it wasn't a pond,” Gaz stated defensively.

“Oh yeah, what was it?” you cooed back.

“It was the fountain,” he pointed across the way into the park where a fountain was lit up. A knee deep fountain. 

“Right, get in the car. Come on,” the boys groaned.

“We can't,” Gaz said.

“And why not?” you asked.

“Cause,” he trailed off. “Legs an’t working,” he finished. The boys all gave him approving nodds thinking his excuse was to tire brilliance.

“Well, I guess I'll just help you. Come on,” you helped Gaz up first, sliding him into the back of the car. 

“I don't wanna go,” Jonny whined.

“I know big guy,” you cooed. Sliding him in next to Gaz, you shook your head when they started giggling. 

“Your turn,” you gestured Ghost up. 

“Am I under arrest?” he asked.

“What? No,” you shook your head.

“Oh really. Seemed like it.” his hint of sass had you pointing to the car. With a grumble he got up and walked to the car, slipping into the middle seat. You frowned, ducking your head to see the other door open, Jonny now sitting at the far side and Gaz nowhere to be seen. Looking back to the makeshift picnic, you saw him back at the phone booth.

“For fuck’s sake, Stay,” you order the two in the car. Walking up to him, you frowned as he held the phone up to his ear.

“What you doing Gaz?” you asked.

“Ringling Doc. She needs to come pick us up,” he said whole heartedly forgetting that you were there already. With a huffed you took him by the arms, pulling him back. You sighed when you saw Ghost and Jonny sitting back on the curb happily munching away. You sat Gaz in the back of the car, deciding to lock the back door this time. You then filed in Jonny than Ghost. Closing the door behind them, you made your way back to Price.

“Come on sir,” you called softly. He looked up to you and with the biggest beaming brightest smile, and he giggled. God you had never seen anything more pure.

“Your sweet Doc,” he said. 

“Thank You sir. Now can you get in the car please,” you begged. 

“Yes Ma’am,” he nodded, suddenly shooting to his feet. And with that, he toppled back like a domino landing in the bush.

“Christ,” You scrambled to get him out, practically carrying him to the car. Putting him in the driver's seat you buckled him in. When your head rose to make sure the boys were all in you were met by empty back seats. 

“Doc, we can't leave the boys,” Price stated pointing out the window. Where the three men were gathered around a tree relieving themselves. Only Gaz seemed to just be standing there and Jonny appeared to be pissing on Ghost's boot.

“Get in the car!” You called out the window. Begrudgingly, they all piled back in. 

“Hang on, I need a piss,” Price spoke up just as they all buckled in. With a tired sigh you patiently waited. Then when he returned you drove off. 

“Wait, a minute, this ain't the way home,” Gaz suddenly pointed out.

“Yes I know. I think I know the bar you're talking about. We're going to go back there and pay your tab and get your shoes back. The higher ups would have a field day if you guys got in trouble,” you explained. Pulling up to the bar, you parked the car.

“Wait this is a police station,” Jonny pointed out. Yes, on the other side of the street, there was a police station. 

“We should go fight that police officer,” Ghost suggested.

“What? What police officer?” you asked.

“The one we stole this from,” Gaz said, pulling a taser gun that had been tucked in the back of his pants.

“You stole from a police officer!” you exclaimed.

“First of all he was an absolute piss head. A real fucker,” Price spoke up in a logical tone.

“Yeah, he tried to arrest Gaz,” Ghost added.

“Prick,” Gaz grumbled.

“Let's do this Lads,” Price grinned at the rest of them. Like a toddler hyped up on sugar.

“Actually, I think that might be a bad idea,” Gaz spoke up.

“Gaz,” Price called and Gaz hummed in response.

“I got two of these and you got two of those. And we got whatever da fuck Ghost is, lets go,” he held up two fists before stepping out of the car.

“No NO nonononono,” you reached over trying to grab at Price, but he was already gone.

“I swear to god if any of you move I'll give you tetanus shots in the morning,” you threw the threat back at the remaining men in the car. The tetanus shot was one of the worst shots you could get, and they all had bad memories of it. So at the threat, they quickly did their seat belts back up. 

“Christ,” you hissed, quickly hopping out of the car when you saw Price walk up to an officer hanging around outside.

While you were trying to deescalate the situation and explain to the cop why there was a drunk man trying to pick a fight, the boys were watching from the car. 

“She's scary,” Gaz whispered.

“What a fucking woman,” Ghost grumbled.

“I think I'm gonna ask her out,” Jonny declared. Ghost head snapped around faster than light.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled.

“Don't tell me what to do,” Jonny rumbled back.

“I bagsed her. You can't do shit,” Ghost said.

“Fucking when?” Jonny asked.

“Just then,” Ghost stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“You can't bags a woman,” Gaz interjected.

“I know, women are strong beautiful beings to be respected and we are to respect their choices,” Ghost said, all the boys agreeing.

“But I still bags her,” he added at the end. 

“Fuck you Brit. If you like her, do something bout it!” Jonny snapped his blink slightly delayed. 

“Suck a cock scotsman,” Ghost snapped back.

“Do-Do you think you can beat me in a physical altercation of feisty cuffs?” Jonny fumbled with his words, raising his fists slightly. His aim was to star threateningly at his face but he missed the mark slightly staring at his knee. “I will beat you in a way you have NEver Beeenn beaten before,” Ghost stared at Jonny’s unfocused gaze. Before casually reaching over and giving him a gentle backhanded tap on his face. 

“OHHHHHH,” Gaz called from his middle seat.

“DAMMIT!” Jonny explained as if he had just received a full on punch but didn't move in the slightest.

“You just got hit in the face lad,” Gaz giggle.

“Hit me again!” Jonny dared. So Ghost did, repeating the same action. Only it didn't seem to compute in Jonny mind the second time. “I dare you, you put your hands on me one more time, Cause I swear, it will be an, I will-” Ghost reached over his wrist wrapping around the back of Jonny neck.

“Come closer so I can put you in a choke hold,” Ghost asked politely.

“No!” Jonny declared going to hit back only for his hand to completely miss and fall to the side harmlessly. The two fumbled in the back of the car not really accomplishing anything.

“Guys, look he's gettin the cop!” Gaz announced. They all looked out the car window to see the cop walk off.

You had tried and failed to calm them down. Price had demanded to see the cop that tried to arrest Gaz. The boys all piled out of the car, some more graceful than others, before rushing up to you.

“Oh god no, get back in the car please!” you begged.

“Gotta get loose,” Jonny stated, starting to do jumping jacks.

“Guys Doc is right. We should go,” Gaz stated.

“Pussy,” that one word from Ghost was all it took for Gaz to shrug his jacket off and start stretching.

“You guys are really gonna fight a cop!?” you asked, bewildered by it all. 

“Yes we are!” Jonny yelled confidently.

“No you're not!” You yelled. You couldn't believe it. It was like all common sense had been turned off in their heads.

“Ohhh Jonny’s in trouble,” Gaz grinned.

“Fuck you,” Jonny called reaching out to try and give Gaz a slight tap on the nuts.

“Dont touch my balls!” Gaz cried. 

“Yeah Jonny,” Ghost chuckled, amused by it all only for Jonny to try and hit his. Bewildered, you were utterly bewildered as you saw the group of highly trained soldiers all become involved in what you assumed was a game of hit the dick. They were all relatively bent over trying to protect their jewels while simultaneously trying to hit each other. Even price had been pulled into it.

“Guys come on,” you begged. 

“He touched my penis!” Jonny cried in a high-pitched voice.

“Don't touch my penis!” Gaz screamed right back. 

“Can I help you boys?” A cop walked out of the station.

“Officer. Hi. I am so sorry about them there just a little drunk, I'll get them home safely,” you quickly interjected yourself between them.

“It's the cop!” Jonny declared pointing at him. The cop was beyond confused. Because for one, he had never seen the boys before in his life. 

The truth of the story was that it was a comply different cop that had tried to arrest Gaz. They looked similar, and that was about it. And the only reason why he was trying to arrest Gaz was because he had stolen his taser gun.

But the boys could hardly see straight, so when they heard the cop was there, they trusted his words comply. 

“Come on, let's go!” Jonny declared as they all crowded around the poor man. Well, you tried to keep them back trying to speak over their taunts for a fight. The cop spoke into his radio, requesting backup.

“Please, this is all a big misunderstanding. They're actually really nice blokes,” your words fell on deaf ears.

“Pig!” Ghost said.

“Oh look, the little boy needs back up. We can take em,” Gaz said.

“If Laswell finds out about this, she’ll have your heads!” Your yell instantly had the boys silent.

“FUCKEN RUN!” Price ordered the fear filling them. Instantly they took off down the street.

“Serpentine!” Gaz yelled had them all running in a squiggly line. Which had Jonny and Gaz running into each other. Ghost even knocked his head on a low post not even flinching as he kept on running. That left you standing there out the front of the police station with a group of police officers. And you all watched as the boys disappeared down the street. 

“So um that,” you trailed off, pointing to them. “I uh,”

“I have no explanation for that,” you whispered in defeat. 

When you found Gaz he was still running down the street.

“GAZ GET IN THE CAR!” you yelled out the window.

“FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK POLICE WOMEN!” he yelled.

“WHAT!?” you yelled. He instantly stopped running up to the car window.

“I have nothing against women, officers. I understand how my words were terrible. I just heard you were a woman and everyone calls you all policemen so I wanted to be inclusive but I realize I was just singling you out,” he explained drunkenly.

“Gaz I'm not a police woman. Get in the fucken car,” you ordered.

“You can't fool me. FUCK POLICE WOMEN!” he yelled, taking off sprinting again. 

“Fuck this,” you grunted slamming on the breaks and jumping out he car. Gaz wasn't really sure what happened but one moment he was running down the street and the next he was in the back of the car the seat belt cut and tied around his hands and feet.

The others were a bit harder to find. Price was up a fucking willow tree. Getting him out of the tree was a fucking mission. You ended up just throwing random stuff at him until he eventually fell out. You used branches to tie him up and put him in the car as well. Finding Soap was a lucky find. You saw him stumbling down the street and when you called out to him he rushed into a club. As you walked in you realized quickly that you wouldn't have much luck finding him. It was packed to the brim and you couldn't see over anyone's heads. So you make your way up to the DJ booth.

“Hi, I'm trying to find a drunk scotsman. He's a vet. Do you mind?” you asked, gesturing to the microphone.

“Anything for our boys,” he said, handing it over.

“If you're a Scot and wearing a kilt, come up on stage for your prize!” Everyone cheered as you tucked yourself behind the DJ stand. Jonny walked up on stage basking in the cheers, raising his hands high in the air. 

And then you crash tackled him to the floor, tying him up with some power cords.

“Fucks sake Jonny,” you grunted after you had lugged his body out of the club and into the car. 

“Wow, they caught you before me, Captain. I'm surprised,” Jonny grinned smugly. You spent the next hour searching for Simon. You were about to give up when you decided to ring his phone. If Gaz’s still worked there was a chance his did too. Hearing the ringing you frowned. It wasn't just coming from your phone. Looking back to the boys, you could hear the muffled sound.

“Hello?” Ghost asked through the phone. His actual voice sounded once again from the back. Getting out of the car, you rounded it before pulling the boot open. There Ghost lay, his large body comedically tucked into the back, the Traffic cone still in his arms.

“How long have you been in there?” you asked.

“Since you caught Gaz,” he stated simply. With a deep sigh you gestured him out of the back. You knew you didn't need to tie him up and helped him to the front seat. Locking the doors, you started to drive everyone back to base.

“Boys, we've been kidnapped,” Price stated slowly. 

“Like hell we have,” Jonny whispered back.

“What are you boys whispering about back there?” You asked. With your eyes on the busy road, you failed to see them untie themselves and jimmy the lock.

“RONDEVU AT THE PUB BOYS!” Price ordered. Instantly, they all threw themselves out of the car and legged it in opposite directions. You had slammed on the brakes once they had done it. You watched them run, letting your tired head fall to the steering wheel.

“Give me strength,” you pleaded. This time you weren't so lucky in finding them. 

What happened was your phone rang again. From a new number.

“Hello?” you already knew who it was.

“Hey doc. Can you come pick us up? We lost the car,” Gaz's voice wafted through.

“Sure where are you? You asked.

“The police station,” he whispered bashfully.

So there you were back at the police station. You smiled bashfully at the officers the boys had tried to fight. Luckily for them you were a sweet talker. And the fact that they were military helped as well. They would have been charged with theft of a police officer and walking out on a tab. But you returned the taser gun, which hadn't been discharged. And you paid the tab with a generous tip getting their boots back in the process. The boys embarrassingly walked out of the station looking like puppies that had just been kicked. 

“Are you mad at us?” Jonny asked.

“Not mad, Just disappointed,” you shook your head. For the four drunk men the sentence was devastating, making them drop their head in guilt. A tiny smile pulled at your lips.

“Come on, let's get you home,” you ruffled Jonny's hair gently pulling them all out of the police station.

“Can we get McDonalds on the way home?” Gaz asked.

“I want an ice cream,” Price spoke up.

“Sure, why not?”

This time, the drive was much more peaceful. When you got back, you made sure they were all changed, well hydrated and tucked into bed. Which was incredibly hard because they had hit the pass out drunk stage. Ghost was the hardest. You managed to get him on the bed and his shirt and jacket off relatively easily. You paused momentarily as you saw his bare upper body. God damn the greek sculptures could take pointers from him. Your gaze softened as you saw all the scars and bullet holes that lined the ripples of his muscle. He's been through a lot. You felt slightly perverted as you undid his pants. Only they were wet and long, so you stood there yanking at them pulling them off inch by inch. Now you were using your whole body to get those bad boys off, so it didn't surprise you when you flew halfway across the room when you finally got them off. Breathing heavily, you gently lifted his legs back onto the bed. Grabbing the blanket, you tucked it up to his chin, your hand brushing against the wet mask. While the room was heated, it was still cold. Plus, you couldn't tell if it was water or blood from the hit that was on the top. 

“Alright Simon, I'm gonna take off your mask. But I'm gonna close my eyes so don't worry. I just don't want you waterboarding yourself in your sleep,” you whispered. He gave no response. With a deep breath, you reached up and closed your eyes. Your hands gathered the material at the bottom of the fabric and started rolling it up. In your focus you hadn't noticed Simon's eyes snap open at the movement. His hand had almost snapped around your wrist, only stopping when he saw your eyes closed. Slowly, he let his hand fall as you pulled the mask fully off. 

“Alright, now let's see if you did any damage to that head of yours?” you asked. Your hands brushed away his hair from his face, humming at the loose curls. His heart stirred as he stared at you, loving the blissful feeling your hands gave him as they moved across his face. When you were happy that it was only a lump he had sustained a small giggle left on your lips.

“That's gonna be a shiner mate,” you whispered.

He watched as your smile dropped slightly when her thumb brushed over a scar. You got a weird sense of DeJa'Vu as you thumb gently traced the scar. So many scars. Life certainly hadn't been kind to him.

"What am I gonna do with you huh?" you asked softly. Brushing his hair back once again, you stood.

“Night Simon,” you whispered before blindly making your way out the room. Simon watched the door close before looking up at the ceiling. His hand clasped over his rapidly beating heart as he came to the sudden realization. 

He was absolutely smitten for the Doc.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

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[tarosunshine]

엔하이픈 𐙚 VAMP﹗

genre fluff vampire au 𖹭 warning blood jealousy pairing — OT7 x fem reader

— they use their powers and abilities.

NOTE : this is based on the webtoon ! (kinda)

𐙚 HEESUNG : read mind

“hee, where are you?” you called him in your mind since you couldn't see him anywhere. you hoped he could hear you wherever he was. thanks to the hustle and bustle of the place and the people, you couldn't find him, and he hadn't brought his phone with him either. “i'm near the caramel apple stand” you spoke again in your mind. about 10 minutes ago, heesung had gone for ice cream, while you had stayed in line for the ferris wheel, but they closed the game, so you had to move.

luckily, seconds later, you heard your boyfriend's voice behind you. “here you are. your favorite, babe” he handed you the ice cream with a smile. “i thought you wouldn't listen to me” you also smiled when you saw him and grabbed the cone. he grabbed your free hand, and you started walking. “if you call me, i will always listen to you, love” he said as he tilts his head to you. then you trapped your fingers with his and walked towards the car. on the way, you explained to him what had happened to the game, so you decided to return home.

𐙚 JAY : superhuman strength

“jay...” you sighed as you left your bag on one of the empty chairs. you heard a sigh from him too. “honey, you had to see how he looked at you. and when he touched your waist? and he make you uncomfortable!” jay speaks exasperated as he frowned and sighed over and over again. he was so angry at the guy, not at you. he could never get angry with you. “here, have some water, and don't worry about that idiot” you handed him a glass on the table and turned to pour one for yourself. but suddenly you heard the sound of glass breaking and you immediately turned in alarm in the direction of your boyfriend.

the first thing you saw was the broken glass on his hand suspended in the air and how the blood began to drip down his arm and hand. “oh my god, jay!” you immediately walked over and started removing the large pieces of glass from his hand. then you ran to get the first aid kit and sat down in front of him. his eyes were still in shock. “i... i don't know what happened to me, i'm sorry” he lowered his head in shame and let you clean him up. “was that your super strength?” you mocked, smiling so he wouldn't feel so bad. “yeah. i don't know why i couldn't control it. i'm really sorry” with his good hand, he caressed your face. you smiled at him and rested your hand on his. “and i'm sorry if i scared you.”

𐙚 JAKE : pyrokinesis

it was almost midnight, and after a long day, you and your boyfriend were lying in bed while watching a movie.

“are you hungry?” jake asked as he stroked your hair. you shook against his chest, but something suddenly came to your mind. “although...” you spoke, raising your face, looking at him with smiling eyes. he suspected what you would say and moved his hand away from you.

you immediately got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen as jake followed you with a smile and rested his arms on the table, looking at you. when you turned to see him, you had a bag of marshmallows. you waved in the air, and he shook his head smiling. “you know i can't use my powers all the time. it's dangerous, love” he approached your face and kissed your cheek. “just one... please?” he couldn't refuse if you looked at him with those eyes. “fine” he agreed, now kissing the tip of your nose. you smiled and stabbed two marshmallows with two forks, then you handed him one, and a small flame came out of his finger, starting to melt the candy. you looked at his hand fascinated, as if it were the first time he had done it. jake chuckled when he saw your face and then held out the marshmallow to you. you kissed his cheek in gratitude. “thank you.” “always, love.”

𐙚 SUNGHOON : half werwolf and half vampire

just a few seconds ago, you had stopped paying attention to what sunghoon was talking in front of you. “did you hear me, babe?” he asked, looking at you with puppy eyes. you smiled when you saw him and denied it. “sorry, sorry... are your fangs bigger than before, hoon?” you asked, changing the subject since that was what had distracted you. “my fangs?” he spoke, touching the tip of one of them with a finger and furrowing his eyebrows. you nodded, looking at his mouth.

“it must be because tonight is full moon” he commented, carefully looking at his teeth on the screen of his phone. you nodded, remembering. “well you look cute” you rested your hand on his cheek. he approached your face with a silly smile, causing his fangs to stick out, and he give you a small kiss, who turned out in a needy and long one. “ouch” you put your finger over your lips, feeling the pain. he looked at you worried and grabbed your cheeks. “oh, i'm so sorry. it wasn't my intention. i think i got a little too excited” he ran his finger over the small trail of blood. “i didn't though they were so sharp” sunghoon covered his mouth with his hand while he continued caressing the injured place with the other. “it's okay, don't worry” you smiled, to reassure him.

𐙚 SUNOO : mind controler

you had been at a party for a couple of hours, but you weren't having such a good time. it was already starting to get boring, so in a few minutes you would leave, or well, that was what you had planned until you saw a group of boys talking animatedly in an area that you had not paid attention to. and one boy in particular caught your attention, one with red hair. you looked at him several times, and his fox-like eyes hypnotized you for a few seconds. you didn't realize when your body moved on it's own and you advanced towards them, but you stopped and blinked, confused. this time, you made your way towards the exit but then heard a male voice behind you, and when you turned, you found the redhead, who smiled.

“hi” you meet his kind eyes as he tilts his head slightly to the side. you returned the greeting, somewhat embarrassed.

⋆ 一

“i can't believe that you used your powers the first time we met, kim sunoo” you says somewhat offended as you looked at your boyfriend with furrowed eyebrows. the boy smiled, embarrassed as he looked away. “and they didn't work” you scoffed as you poked his cheek several times. he tightened his arms around you, looking with those eyes that tried to manipulate you that time.

“yes, and i'm sorry about that” he apologized, pouting as he approached your face, but right after that, his lips curved in a sweet smile. you wanted to pinch his cheeks. “are you trying to manipulate my mind right now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. so he raised both eyebrows and looked at you offended. “i promised i would never do it again, honey. seriously” he spoke before giving you a small kiss on the lips. you giggled and hugged his waist. “hm, then i just like you a lot.”

his smile remained for a few seconds, then he slowly kissed your lips again, placing his hands on your cheeks as he gently caressed your skin. “i definitely like you more” he says and nods, and in one movement, he makes you fall over his chest, hugging and wrapping your body with legs and arms.

𐙚 JUNGWON : teleportation

“i miss you, won” you spoke with the phone in your hand and pouted as if your boyfriend could see. you heard his cute laugh. “i miss you too. a lot. and you have no idea how much i want to see your face, but remember that i'll be back tonight” he reminds, and you could hear a couple of things falling where he was. “yeah, you're right” a sigh left your lips, trying to ignore the noise on the other side. you heard a guttural noise from him, then a curse. “sungwon? something wrong?” you asked a little worried. he didn't answer you. on the contrary, he cut off the call. you frowned at your phone as you moved it away from your ear. “what's wrong with him?” you murmured, puting the device aside and laying on your back on the couch of the lonely house.

“did you miss me, my love?” a pair of dark glasses and a charming smile appeared in your vision. you almost fainted from shock. “yang jungwon!” you gasped as you rested one hand on your heart and sat down. he jumped over the sofa, sitting at your side. “it was a lie that you missed me?” he asked with a sad voice. then you grabbed his face with a smile and gently removed his glasses. “i reeeally missed you.” in one movement, you pulled him towards your body, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him as he hid his face on your neck. “did you just use your powers at daytime?” you asked, smiling. as he got apart a little from you, his lips twisted into a smirk and nodded. “because i want to see you. i couldn’t wait” he complained and burry his face in your neck again, inhaling your essence happily.

𐙚 NI-KI : teleportation, shadow manipulator

“it's always the same with you, nishimura” you complained and rolled your eyes as you began to walk with your arms crossed, ignoring him. the sound of his giggle reaches you. “of course! i know you love me” his mocking tone was evident, but you just ignored his words, leaving him behind.

“you know this would look bad if someone saw us, right?” he also whispered, looking at you with the same smile. you frowned and immediately moved away from his body. “oh, no... look, a teacher!” he pointed out surprised, you turned your head and saw the shadow of a teacher. you gasped and moved closer to him again to hide, but you immediately heard his amused laugh against your forehead, and you slowly looked up at him and sighed, realizing what he did. “stop using your powers and stop making fun of me.” you pushed his body and walked away from him, heading towards your classroom. he follows you, and you hear his mocking laugh again.

“love you? yeah, right. i don’t even like you” you muttered as you mocked his expressions. but suddenly, his figure appeared in front of you, and you collided with his chest. “nishimura!” you looked up, looking at him pissed. you met his gaze that was darkened. “you do not like me at all? i'm sure you do” he spoke, looking into your eyes with a playful smile. “nishimura, you can't use your powers here” you whispered as you looked everywhere. luckily, everyone was in class, so you took him by the shoulders, making sure no one saw, and moved somewhere where no teacher or student would see you.

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

Pretty like poetry ◦ l.f

-felix always tended to hate the freckles that adorned his face, believing they were blemishes that deserved to be hidden under layers of foundation, but what will he do when you convince him that his freckles were pretty—pretty like poetry?

Paring◦ Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

Words◦ 2681

Genre ◦ Fluff with i think some hurt and comfort low on the hurt heavy on the comfort

Warnings ◦ Felix being kinda dramatic, he's also really insecure(felt), Weird dialogue (I wrote this half alseep please bare with me, babes), honestly there's nothing in here but some cute hurt and comfort where you spend the night at his house and you catch him barefaced🤷, spelling errors and shitty punctuation (you're on my page what's new).

A/N ◦ to all the people that say felix's freckles are like stars I promise I'm not targeting you guys I'm just yapping and that's what my brain came up with please don't like come at me 😭🙏 this is just a silly little fic I wrote to try to practice my "poetry" skills idk what half of this is but hey what can you do 🤷 also I really fuck with the mood board on this REMBER IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE TELL ME I GET REALLY INSECURE ABOUT MY WRITING okay enough yapping for one night hope you enjoy pretty <3

Your relationship with Felix was still budding like a freshly planted flower, waiting for the petals to unfurl. You liked Felix. You really, really liked Felix, but there were still a few things you hadn't done with him yet, like bake brownies, sit under the stars while you secretly stared at him instead of the sky, shared an ice cream cone under the hot summer sun, but spending the night at his house was long past due, especially after the 4-hour movie night filled with giggles, kisses, and popcorn being thrown all over the place, your throat was still sore from the amount of laughing you two were partaking in. He made you feel safe, happy, loved, and that's all that matters right now, that, and when he shyly offered for you to spend the night, how could you refuse, with his red ears and fidgeting fingers making you just want to fold him up and stuff him in your pocket, never letting the gross evil world dull his sparkle.

You rub the towel over your hair before hanging it back up on the rack and walking out into the bedroom, fresh from your shower. You smirk, noticing the way his eyes widen, scraping over your body, adorned with the baggy clothes he lent you.

He isn't getting these back.

You flop onto the bed, bouncing into his arms.

"Hi darling," he beams, looking down at you with sparkling eyes and, well, sparkling cheeks too. You squint, wondering if what you were suspecting was true. As he tilts his face away from yours, you notice it in the glint of the light.

He still has his makeup on.

You furrow your brows. "Are you going to take your makeup off?" You ask, words feeling heavy on your tongue.

"Oh," his eyes linger away from yours. "No, I'm too tired," he smiles, but it's weak, fitting weird on his mouth. Concern worms its way into your bones.

“You shouldn't leave makeup on your face overnight, Felix; it can hurt your skin,” you say, carefully grazing a finger over his smooth cheek. He grabs your wrist gingerly, watching you with wide, glittering eyes.

“I just want to hold you right now. Can I do that?" You stare at him cautiously, debating whether you should press the issue further. “Please,” he whispers. You can tell in the soft hues of his irises; he's begging you to drop it, so you do, reluctantly, of course.

“Fine,” you sigh, your eyelids drooping as you pull the covers over your shoulders, shimming into the mattress to get comfortable. His muscular arm wraps around your waist, dragging you into his warm chest.

“Don't be mad, please,” he mumbles, leaving soft kisses on the top of your head. You turn over to face him, your brows turned in worry.

"I'm not mad, I promise Lix, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Trust me, darling, I'm anything but uncomfortable, especially with my beautiful girlfriend lying in the same bed as me.” He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His deep voice makes your cheeks flare with heat, flustered beyond what should be scientifically possible.

“Will you stop trying to rizz me up and go to bed?" You shriek into his shirt, he chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

"Rizz is an interesting word to use; I like that, actually."

"Turn the light off." You whine, pulling the cloth over your eyes.

"Flustered, baby?" He teases.

Oh, it's on.

He wants to battle; he's getting the whole war.

You don't know what came over you as you snaked your hand under the hem of his tee shirt, running your fingers across the hard ridges of his abs. His breath hitches in his throat. You tilt your chin up, resting it on his chest.

“Flustered, baby?” Your tone is smooth and sultry, his eyes are screwed up, lip curled into his teeth.

“Baby,” he chokes as you slip your hand higher.

"You sure you don't wanna turn off that light?"

"Yep, yes, on that r-right now," he stutters, scrambling to turn off the lights, especially as heat crawls up his ears, flushing across his cheeks. You giggle as the room spills into darkness, butterflies filling your stomach when he pulls your head back on his chest.

"You know, I'm surprised I still have a neck with the amount of whiplash you just gave me. I mean, there you were, all red cheeks and all of a sudden boom! Fingers, abs, and me, red cheeks," he rambles, squeezing you closer. "Your duality is truly insane."

You chuckle, loving the way his body engulfs you, pulling you under the waves of warmth and slumber. Silence creeps between the two of you until-

“Thank you for staying,” He whispers.

"Always.” You manage to utter right before-

You

D r o w n.

You don't remember when you woke up or what got you to the bathroom; you just know you're there, and with the need to pee becoming pretty overwhelming without thinking, you go to turn the knob.

"Wait," Felix screeches, slamming his body against the door.

 “Fuck Felix” You jump back, your heart practically hopping out of your chest. You gasp, holding yourself onto the door frame. If you were even a little bit sleepy then, you are wide the fuck awake now, your heart still thumping wildly in your ribcage.

“I need to pee. Can I come in?”

“No! Don't come in here, please!” He begs.

“Why? Felix, you only have one bathroom; if we aren’t close enough to use the bathroom in front of each other, that's fine. I just really need to pee. Now, can I please come in?”

He stops, waits for a few moments.

“You can’t turn on the light, and you have to shut your eyes."

“Felix, what?” You ask, exasperated, almost ready to just open the door and make him explain why he's tripping balls over something so trivial as using the bathroom. “What's really going on?” You're met with silence before a small whisper lingers from behind the wood. You could almost see it, his insecure frame curled into itself.

"I'm barefaced." Your gaze softens

"Felix,” you chuckle, “do you really think I care about something like that, especially at this time of night I can barely see my toes, let alone you, please?” You beg, your voice airy and light trying to dull is anxiety for the sake of your bladder and his dignity. “I'm coming in.” You turn the knob, but its quickly met with the door locking.

"No, stop it, y/n, I'm serious."

"What's the matter with you?" You huff, annoyance creeping into your veins, no matter how hard you push it back.

"I'm not ready to show you what I look like without makeup yet, okay!" He snaps, aggravated over something that seems so trivial to you. He should know you would never care about something as shallow as his bareface. He's gorgeous, with or without makeup. You know that, apparently, he doesn't.

"Felix," You sigh, your voice Is laced with sympathy, hoping to coax him out of this insecure rut he has himself in.

"Please," You lean your head on the door. Sometimes you wish you could serve him your heart on a silver platter—show him that it will only ever beat for him. Then, maybe, it would be enough to prove that no matter what he looks like under all those layers of foundation, it will never be enough to cut the little red string that ties your souls together.

The gears of the lock click under your hand.

"Okay, ground rules, before you can come in-"

You groan, banging your forehead on the frame.

"Felix," you whine, "I'm not kidding, I really need to pee."

"Y/n please," he whimpers, a desperate tilt in his voice, you can almost taste the anxiety in his tone, you cave, your heart cracking in two.

"Okay… You can't laugh at me-" You scoff, folding your arms in front of your chest defensively.

"You know I would never do that I-"

"See that's the thing! No, I don't, okay, I don't, so it's taking everything in me to open this door, so, please," his voice cracks slightly, "just let me say my piece... no laughing, no comments," he stops for a second as though he's thinking up another bullet to add to the list. "O-Okay, I think that's all," he says, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. You hear footsteps moving away from the door.

"Is it safe to come in?" You ask.

"Yeah," he clears his throat, anxiously. You pull the door open carefully, easing your way into the threshold, acting like you're walking into an active warzone. As soon as you reach the edge of the door, a hand covers your eyes.

He doesn't know why he did it; in a nervous fit of insecurity, he slapped his palm over your face.

"Felix," you yelp, "what the hell!"

"I-Im sorry, I-I just-" He feels so stupid—so pathetic—wondering why hes acting so childish about something as simple his bare face.

"Felix, can you take your hand off my eyes." He knows you don't mean it mockingly, but the way you tilt your words like you're talking to a rabid dog or an anxious toddler, makes embarrassment rip in the pit of his stomach.

"Fine," he mumbles taking his hand off your face, "J-Just remember! No laughing and no comments, o-okay, promise me!"

"I promise." You mutter as your lashes flutter open.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest, eyes darting to the floor. The last fraying string of courage he's desperately grasping at is enough for his feet to stick to the floor, but definitely not enough for him to look into your eyes. Heat crawls up his cheeks under your gaze, curling into himself—he feels so foolish like this—anxiety flooding his stomach, making his hands shake behind his back, something so minuscule, and yet he's having such a physical reaction.

You assess him, taking him all in, and as your lingering gaze stays on his face for a few seconds too long, he wants to die, fold himself up a million times. Just enough so you wouldn't look at him like that, just so he could ease the burning sense of vulnerability that rages underneath his skin.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Why aren't you saying anything?

He really wishes he didn't make that no-comment rule because now you're here, and you're looking at him, and you're perfect, and you're not saying anything.

You raise a finger to graze the freckle, which just rests underneath the fragile skin of his eye. His breath hitches, flinching away from your touch.

"Your beautiful, Felix." you gasp, voice filled with sincerity.

what?

 The earth tilts on its axis as he stares at you like you're the biggest dummy on the whole planet.

"Really?" his voice trembles with the weight of his vulnerability. It shouldn't be this big of a deal; one simple Google search and you'd be flooded with images of a barefaced Felix, but seeing it in person seemed more real, more raw. It's easy to be vulnerable behind a screen of faceless, screaming fans, but when it's you, it's different. No matter how much your eyes fill with admiration, his thick skull can't seem to sink it in, the weight of his insecurity blocking all contact with the truth. 

For years, he was told that his freckles were blemishes—that his skin needed to be flawless, a pristine, perfect white; Grade school, trainie camp, JYP studios, every fan-sign, photoshoot, concert, and music video. It felt like everywhere he looked, he was being judged, but getting it from you would feel like a paper cut turned bullet wound. 

"Your pretty Felix, but, b-but-" You search for the words, but they can't seem to come to you, an unfathomable emotion sinking into your soul.

"B-But, but what?" he stammers, nervously wrapping trembling fingers around your wrist to pull your hand away.

"I don't know how to describe it" you whisper, brows scrunched in such a deep concentration it makes him sink into himself, wishing you weren't looking at him so hard, like he was a puzzle you were trying to solve. Time seems to blur between the two of you; nothing else mattering, but the beating of your heart and the words you are trying to weave together in an attempt to make a metaphor viable enough to suit what you are trying to express, but you always came up short—sentences seeming superficial, inept, under your careful consideration.

You always knew he had freckles, the way they would shine underneath thick layers of foundation when the sun hit his face just right; they had always reminded you of stars, but stars felt overused, worn out.

Stars died.

Stars faded.

Stars were a million miles away.

Stars were something physical, but what he made you feel wasn't physical, it was spiritual, it touched you unto the deepest depths of your soul, only a feeling some form of art could invoke. His freckles were unique, his freckles were little promises on the skin, little angel kisses.

He was pretty like poetry, cause poetry wasn't supposed to be perfect; it was supppsed to make you feel something.

"W-What?" he whispers, eyes shining with a deep form of admiration—pure joy dancing on his features like a weight had been lifted from his chest, and he could finally breathe again.

"Did I say that out loud?" you chuckle, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink, bashful about your cheesy insights. Your lips must have loosened when you searched too deep in your head, "S-Sorry," you stutter, suddenly feeling incredibly stupid for making such a statement.

You're pretty like poetry, what the hell does that even mean? You turn your head to dig it into his shoulder, groaning into his skin and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Thank you for that." He whimpers, voice crackling with emotion as his lips linger on the top of your head. You don't realize he's crying until you feel water dripping on your hair, you reel your head back surprised.

"Oh my gosh, Felix!" you cup his face to wipe his tears; it was as though a button was switched in your brain to go into full comfort mode.

"I'm so sorry if what I said hurt you, I didn't mean-" you begin, your heart crumbling into a million little pieces in your chest, knowing that the words you threw around so carelessly hurt him. He interrupts you, softly holding your wrists in his hands.

"They're happy tears, I promise." He sniffles, wiping his cheeks with the back of his arm, "T-Thats just the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me" he hiccups.

"Maybe that's because everybody was too enamored with your beauty to know what to say?" He lightheartedly shoves your face away, pulling a giggle out of you. "If you don't shut up, you might just make me fall for you." You snake your arms around his neck, ghosting your lips over his, "and what if I want you too?" you whisper, sparks crackling between the two of you, "what if I already have?" you beam, finally pressing your lips to his.

Fiction always used to tell you that a true loves first kiss was all fireworks and electricity, but even fairy tales forgot to mention, when your lips lock for the first time it isn't just the fire that ignites your soul, no, it's the overwhelming feeling that you could be separated by raging seas, roaring oceans, stretches of time, lumps of land, you could be placed on different planets divided by spills of stars surrounding the milky way galaxy, and he would still find a way to love you. It was cheesy, yes, but it was Felix, and with Felix, everything felt like poetry, because poetry wasn't supposed to be perfect it was supposed to make you feel something.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie tries to make his girlfriend jealous, but it doesn't work, she gets sad instead, thinking he doesn't love her anymore

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Jealousy games

Eddie liked to play pranks and tricks. He enjoyed messing with people's emotions, laughing at their anger, and just having fun.

He saw it as innocent jokes, never quite realizing how much damage certain pranks could do. Never knowing when it went too far.

Y/N tried to understand Eddie's jokes for his sake. She knew many people get pissed off at him and she wanted to be there for him.

Just as Eddie always did, he went too far.

~~~

Y/N and Eddie were having a date at the beach. Y/N wasn't a fan of the water, sand, and sitting in the heat for hours, but she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to see Eddie shirtless. And she was glad she came because as she watched Eddie come out from the water, his head shaking as his curls bounced and dried. The droplets went down his chest, skipping down to his happy trail, her eyes following to where the water stopped.

"See something you like?" His voice snapped her out of her daydream, her eyes looking up to see him standing over her.

"Huh?" she asked, blinking as she snapped to reality.

"Nothing," Eddie laughed, leaning down to grab his wallet near her hip.

"Getting ice cream, want one?" He asked, Y/N gladly agreed. A smile on her face as she watched him run in the sand. She checked out his ass as he leaned over the counter to order. Her eyes skipped down to his tatted legs. She could feel the drool on her chin.

Eddie smiled at the cashier as he grabbed two ice cream cones. He turned to walk back to his girlfriend when a girl stepped in front of him. She had dark hair, tan skin, and a red swimsuit. He eyed her swimsuit, realizing she was a lifeguard.

Over her shoulder, he could see his girlfriend lying out in the sun, her eyes on them. Her heated glare gave Eddie a dangerous idea. A harmless joke, a little tease to get her teeth grinding.

Y/N squinted her eyes to see if she was seeing things. Her eyes froze in on Eddie laughing with this girl. Her hand was on his arm, fingernails moving up and down against his skin. And Eddie did nothing to stop it. He smiled and leaned his head closer. Y/N couldn't believe what she was seeing. Eddie was flirting with another girl, on their date, right in front of her.

He wasn't close enough for her to hear anything that was being said, but the way his body leaned into this girl made Y/N feel sick. His dazzling smile and dimples swooned the girl over.

When Eddie finally walked over to her, she tried to hide how hurt she was. Eddie handed her the melted ice cream cone. The snarky comment made it past her lips.

"Could have at least brought the ice cream over before that," Eddie smirked at her reaction. He figured he made her jealous, take the win, and move on. But he didn't, he wanted to see how far he could push her.

He didn't comment on her attitude, ignoring the comment, he moved on.

He relaxed next to her on his side, the girl still behind her. He looked from Y/N to behind her, to make it obvious he was looking past her. Y/N scrunched her nose but didn't say anything.

She decided to tell a random story, seeing if she could get his attention. But his eyes didn't move to her since. His eyes were still locked on the girl. She couldn't help but feel sick with herself. The comparison of that girl and her, all the ways she fell short. She could feel the tightness in her throat as the tears welled up. Surely, he didn't care about her anymore. He got bored of her, he didn't love her anymore.

Y/N rushed to stand up, gathering her shoes.

"I'll just go so you don't have to look through me to see her," Y/N said, preparing to walk away but Eddie stopped her.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked

"Home. I don't see why I should be here." She said. Eddie stood up and stepped in front of her.

"Because I want you here. Are you just a bit jealous?" Eddie smirked, his hands on his hips.

"No." Y/N scoffed

"I think you are!" Eddie teased, pointing his fingers at her. "Someone's jealous, someone's jealous, someone's jealous."

"EDDIE STOP! Not everything is a joke. If my feelings are just a joke to you, then fuck off." She snapped, moving past him as she headed to the parking lot.

"Woah! Hey hey!" Eddie panicked, grabbing her hand to stop her. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"You just thought it would be funny, I know. You got the reaction you wanted so drop it."

"Baby, I didn't want you to be upset. Just a little jealous, that's it. I'm sorry I went too far. Talk to me." His eyes were finally on her.

"Jealousy isn't a game, Eddie. It's the feeling of being insecure and not good enough. We are on a date and you eyed her more than you've ever looked at me. You were holding my ice cream and flirting with her. Even when I tried talking to you, you completely ignored me. Does that sound funny to you or that my boyfriend doesn't love me anymore?" Her eyes watered as she asked.

"It sounds like your boyfriend is a complete asshole. I love you so much and I'm sorry I made you think I don't love you. It was wrong to play with your feelings and I'll never do it again. You are the only one I want to be with, I promise. It's just you." He said softly, cradling her face. She sniffled but melted into his touch.

"Promise you love me?" She whimpered

"I promise I love you so fucking much." He promised, leaning down to place his lips on hers, kissing her softly.

"Let's go home and I'll show you just how much I love you." He smirked against her lips, his hands gripping her hips.

"You made me cry! And you think you're getting sex?" She teased, she smacked his chest. "You are making me dinner."

"Dinner it is." Eddie agreed. Walking back to grab all their things. Together they walked to the car, the lifeguard out of sight and out of mind.

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the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt;five nights at freddy's

word count: 2144

request?: no

description: in which his regular ice cream spot in the mall hires a new girl

pairing: mike schmidt x female!reader

warnings: use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

Mike's routine at the mall was a constant: clock in, do two laps around the mall, go for lunch with whoever else was on with him - usually Jeremiah - another few laps around the mall where he'd stop to talk to some of the store managers, then clock out and go home. The only deviations to his routine were the occasional birthday parties he'd be tasked with watching over, and whenever there was someone who needed to be handled by security.

Until he met a new worker at the mall.

He was in line for the ice cream place he would occasionally go to for a dessert after his lunch. They saw him so frequently that his order was usually ready before he even got to the counter - another usual in his routine.

But on this day, when he walked up to the counter, a new face was smiling at him.

"Welcome to Ice Cream Parties," she said. "What can I get for you?"

Mike opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Cindy, one of the usual workers, saying, "We have his order, (Y/N). He's a regular."

(Y/N)'s eyes flickered to Mike's security uniform. "Well, that does make sense. Sorry, today's my first day."

"No, that's alright," Mike said. He desperately tried to think of something else to say, but found himself staring blankly at her instead. He was sure she thought he was crazy, and that thought made his face start to heat up.

Cindy came up to the counter with Mike's usual in hand. She passed it over to him with a smile before going back to work. Mike realized then that he hadn't paid yet. As he started taking his wallet from his pocket, (Y/N) said, "On the house."

"Are you sure?" Mike asked.

She nodded. "Consider it a kind gesture for a regular."

"Well...thanks."

"No problem. It's nice to meet you, Mike."

He was about to ask how she knew his name, but she nodded to his name tag before he could.

Right, that would make sense.

"Nice to meet you, too, (Y/N)."

After that, visits to Ice Cream Parties became part of Mike's routine. The first few visits were under the guise of actually getting ice cream for himself and Jeremiah. If it wasn't too busy, he was able to have brief conversations with (Y/N) while his order was being made. That excuse didn't last very long, though, as eventually Jeremiah put an end to the almost daily ice cream runs.

"Man, I'm going to gain like 10 pounds a week if you keep getting ice cream for us," he had said.

Mike had to admit, he was getting sick of eating ice cream so much, too. Seeing (Y/N) so often had made it worth it at first, but there was only so much of the frozen treat he could take before it became too much. He thought he'd have to come up with a new excuse to see her all the time, but she took him by surprise by doing it for him.

He was doing his rounds during a shift when he saw (Y/N) walking towards him. She had a smile on her face and she waved when he spotted her.

"Hey!" she said. "I've been looking for you?"

"You have?" Mike asked.

"Yeah! I haven't seen you in a bit. I was worried you quit or something."

"God, no, that's not happening. This is probably the easiest job I could have. I've just...been taking a break from ice cream."

"I don't blame you. You've had so much of it lately, I'm surprised you're not just a walking ice cream cone at this point." She playfully bumped his shoulder as she added, "You know, if you wanted to talk to me, you didn't need an excuse."

Mike was shocked into silence. Had it really been that obvious? He had tried to play it cool when he went, but maybe he hadn't been cool enough. Maybe it had been glaringly obvious every time he walked up to the counter and ordered whatever new flavor she recommended that he was desperately trying to figure out a way to ask her on a date.

But then she smiled and laughed, and Mike felt a weight being lifted from his chest.

"I'm joking," she said. "Mostly. If you wanna talk to me, you don't need to come buy ice cream. Just come talk to me."

"Noted," Mike said with a nod. "Well...what are you doing this evening?"

"I'm working the closing shift."

Mike tried not to let his disappointment show. "Oh. I, uh, I'm off in about an hour."

"I clock in in about an hour."

"Not meant to be, I guess."

(Y/N) shrugged. "I guess not. I have to run a quick errand before work, but I mean what I said - don't be a stranger, Mike."

Mike nodded. Once (Y/N) had turned and walked away, he let himself deflate. It wasn't a "no" because she wasn't interested, but it was still disheartening. It was definitely going to take time to build up his courage to ask her again, but at least now he knew she welcomed his company.

A week or so later, Mike found himself at the mall again on his day off. He usually hated to be there when he wasn't working, but Abby started school the next week and she needed new clothes. She had been begging him for weeks to take her shopping, but he kept putting it off until he had no choice but to take her. On the plus side, Abby was extremely easy to shop with because she knew what she wanted, and she knew where to get it. It would be a quick in and out and he could be away from the mall within an hour and a half tops.

But, after leaving Abby's favorite store with the intent on going home, Abby stopped Mike and said, "I'm hungry."

"We have food at home," he reminded her.

"I don't want actual food. I want a snack."

"We have snacks at home."

"We don't have ice cream at home."

That was enough to shut him up and get him to agree. He had no idea if (Y/N) was working that day, but he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to see her.

As luck would have it, she was working. She was at the counter in her stripped apron and white paper hat. She was passing the customer in front of them an ice cream, her customer service smile plastered on her face. Mike had come to learn the difference between her customer service smile and her real smile, because when she would look at him the dull smile would brighten just a little.

When the customer stepped away, he got to see her face light up at the sight of him.

"Oh, hey Mike!" she said. "I thought you were off today."

"I am. I had to take my sister back to school shopping," Mike said, gesturing to Abby.

(Y/N) looked down at Abby and offered her a warm smile. "Well hey there. I had no idea Mike had a sister."

"This is Abby. Abby, this is (Y/N)."

"It's nice to meet you, Abby."

"You too," Abby said. To Mike she added, "Is she the one you always talk to Max about?"

Mike's ears were on fire as (Y/N) looked back up at him. Abby always knew how to say the right things to embarrass him.

"Just tell her what you want," he muttered, suddenly no longer in the mood for ice cream.

Abby ordered for herself and (Y/N) went to make it. Cindy took over at the cash while (Y/N) stepped away, which disappointed Mike. Usually Cindy was the one making the orders while (Y/N) was at the cash, and they'd have their small conversations while Mike waited. He really hoped what Abby had said hadn't scared (Y/N) off completely.

She came back and handed Abby her ice cream.

"Are you guys sticking around much longer?" she asked Mike.

"We weren't really planning on it. Abby just wanted ice cream before we went home."

"I'm off in, like, 10 minutes. If you guys don't mind a third, I mean."

Mike agreed without consulting Abby. Not like the younger girl really cared either way. She was already deep into her ice cream and ignoring the whole conversation.

Mike and Abby sat at a nearby table to wait for (Y/N). Abby finished her ice cream in record time, giving herself a brain freeze. Mike couldn't help but laugh as his sister scrunched up her face in pain.

"That's why you don't eat cold foods that fast," he said.

"Do you like (Y/N)?" Abby asked through the brain freeze pain.

The quick change in topic startled Mike. "I mean...yeah. She's my friend."

"But you like her," Abby said. "You always talk about her, and I saw the way you look at her."

Mike shrugged, trying not to give Abby any other ideas. He didn't need her blurting something else out and embarrassing him again. "She's a friend, Abby. Friends talk about friends."

"Friends don't look at other friends like they want to kiss them, though."

Mike chuckled. "Some do."

Abby gave him a look. He sighed and said, "Maybe I do, but that doesn't give you permission to say stuff to her about it, okay? For now, we're just friends."

"You should ask her out. I think she'd say yes."

"It's not that easy, Abs."

"What's not that easy?"

Mike jumped at the sound of (Y/N)'s voice behind him. When he looked at her, she was already changed out of her work uniform. "Nothing. Abby and I were just talking."

He shot Abby a look to tell her not to say anything. (Y/N) looked between the two of them with a skeptical look on her face.

"Do you have a ride home?" Mike asked.

"If you're offering, then yes. I was supposed to wait around for my roommate to get me, but I'd much rather hang out with you guys and get out of here."

The three of them walked to Mike's car. Abby filled most of the silence by talking to (Y/N) about whatever came to her little mind. (Y/N) just smiled and responded as Abby spoke. Mike would sneak glances at her and smile to himself.

Abby got into the car first, and as Mike was reaching for the door handle to get in himself, (Y/N) said, "Wait."

He paused and looked up at her, confused.

"Why haven't you asked me out yet, Mike?"

The question took him completely by surprise, but that seemed to be her specialty at this point. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was some stuttered nonsense.

"I mean, if you don't like me then that's fine, I get it," she continued. "But I thought that maybe we had a connection, and I keep thinking you're going to ask me out and then you don't, and I'll be honest, I'm losing my mind a little bit."

"Whoa, whoa," Mike said. "Slow down. I'm sorry that's how you're feeling, but I've been trying to ask you out. I did ask you out a few weeks ago!"

"That wasn't asking me out! You asked what I was doing and I said working. You didn't even follow up to try and figure out a different day we could've went out instead!"

"I didn't know I was supposed to do that!"

They both paused and, after a moment, they started to laugh.

"I'm clueless with this stuff," Mike admitted. "I haven't dated since high school."

"Well, here's a tip: if you like a girl, ask her out. Her liking you back is more likely than you'd think."

Mike smiled. "Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm sure it's not exactly the date you're thinking of, but Abby wants spaghetti and meatballs tonight, and I do make a mean spaghetti and meatballs."

(Y/N) smiled back. It was brighter than her real smile. It was what Mike decided to dub her "Mike smile".

"I'd love to," she said. "I love spaghetti and meatballs."

Abby opened her car door then and looked between the two of them. "What's taking you so long?"

"Hey Abs, would it be okay if (Y/N) joined us for dinner?" Mike asked, although he already knew the answer.

Abby lit up with excitement and vigorously nodded her head. Mike and (Y/N) finally got into the car and they made their way back to Mike's place. The entire car ride he couldn't wipe the smile from his face.

[kaciidubs]

hi hi hi!!! today i offer to you: inexperienced!puppy!chan who's so so so eager to learn everthing you teach him. like imagine teaching him how to fuck you properly and he excels at it but in true chan fashion he has NO idea how crazy he's driving you. like imagine him burying his fingers deep into you, finding your sweet spot without even trying and moving his fingers in such a way that has your toes curling and back arching. and then he asks in the most sweet and innocent voice, "is this how i should do it? am i doing it right?" also puppy!chan (or any kind of chan for that matter) THRIVES on your praise so call him your good boy once and he's doinh everything you tell him to. like just imagine training puppy!chan how to pleasure you and he takes in that information in SO quickly and applies it so quickly too. i'm just–yeah🥴

Hi hi, my darling! Puppy! Chan gets my gears going, but inexperienced puppy! Chan?? Yeah, this is a need. ❣ Word Count: 1.8k ❣ Warnings: Puppy Switch! Chris, Switch! Reader, fluff, smut, Dom/Sub dynamics, guided sex, praise, open ended ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Puppy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Love

Chris was a pleaser in every sense of the word, and you were no exception - if he could do something to make you happy, he'd do it in the blink of an eye.

So, when it came to the concept of being intimate with you, he was more than willing to start from ground zero; learning what touches made you shiver, where you liked being kissed, and how he could get you to melt into him without even getting your shirt off.

Through this experience you happened to learn that he was very eager to be bossed around - brown eyes watching you intensely as he listened to every syllable that left your lips, directing his body to do as you said like the good boy he was.

Of course, he had needs of his own - ways he wanted to see you fall apart that haunted his waking thoughts like a beautiful nightmare.

"I... I'd really like to finger you, love."

You had to stop yourself from lovingly laughing at his timidness, clocking the blush on the tips of his ears from a mile away - ever the earnest lover.

"Okay, baby - want me to show you how?"

With his eager nod more than sufficient for confirmation, you tossed your phone to the side and began setting the stage - your bed - for his personal lesson.

"I'm sure you don't need a formal introduction to my pussy, do you?" You giggled as you laid on the bed, a pillow propped under your head for support as you watched him wiggle his way between your spread legs.

If there was a way to describe his face during moments like this, it would have to be awe inducing - no matter how many times he'd seen you naked, intimately or in passing, he looked as if his world had stopped and you were the only person that mattered.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as slightly faded orange curls brushed his forehead, "No, I don't." Parting your folds with his index and middle, a shiver ran down his spine at the faint shine of your arousal, "Hi, beautiful."

Within your time together, he was considerably acquainted with your cunt - keeping his head between your legs for so long you could still feel the phantom touch of his tongue days later - but he was insistent on taking things slow so he could treat you the way you deserved when he had the proper chance to, and you weren't complaining at all.

Where he wanted to learn how to pleasure you in ways that didn't directly involve his dick, you wanted to see just how well he would put his lessons to use down the - unknowingly short - line.

It didn't take long for the slow, languid curls of his tongue, and the subtle pressure of the tip of his nose bumping against your clit, to have you melting like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

"Y-You can start using your fingers if you want, baby," You breathed, threading your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly grazing his scalp earning you a low groan in return.

Chris pulled away a second later, looking up at you with lust blown eyes, "Are you sure?"

"If you don't use yours, I'm gonna use mine, Christopher."

Taking your threat to heart - and pocketing it for a future session - he dragged his index finger through your spit-slicked folds before gently prodding at your slit.

"Tell me-"

"-if it hurts, I know - it's just the first finger, it'll be fine."

And you were right, his finger parting your walls with ease due to how wet you were already - the both of you letting out matching sighs of relief and awe.

"You're so warm." He seemed to talk more to himself than to you as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, eyes trained on the way his skin shined with your arousal.

If this were the past you would've been embarrassed from the intense stare and almost curious prodding, but with Chris things were different - you welcomed the curiosity sprinkled into his tone, and the awe that sparkled underneath the warm adoration he exuded.

"You know," you hummed, easily catching his attention, "instead of using your index finger, you can use your middle and ring fingers, puppy - it's more comfortable that way."

Nodding dutifully, his finger left you slowly, only to be brought up to his mouth and slip past his plush lips.

Sure, you've seen him lick your arousal from his lips plenty of times before, but watching the pure euphoric flutter of his eyes as he sucked his finger clean had you clenching around air - he was going to be the death of you, and you could only imagine how it would be when you two finally took it to the next level.

He released his finger with a satisfied moan, "Have I ever told you how fucking delicious you taste?"

A teasing smile curled your lips, "Hm, once or twice."

"Well let's make it three times," bringing his hand back to your pussy, he traced his fingers around your entrance once more, "you taste delicious, baby - I don't think I can survive without it at this point."

You wished you could attribute the roll of your eyes to his dramatics, but as his thick, knobby fingers stretched your walls, your head fell back against the pillow as a moan floated past your lips.

Even with just two fingers he was able to reach spots you could just barely get to on your own, and this fact alone had you twitching in anticipation.

"Should I..." Chris licked his lips, mesmerized by the snug fit on his fingers within you, "Can I keep going?"

"Yeah, yeah- god, it feels amazing already."

Soon his fingers were gliding in and out of you at a decent speed as he got used to the motion, going faster as your breathing picked up before slowing down just as your moans became frequent - continuing this dance of push and pull that kept you in a delicious limbo.

A particular curve of his fingers on an outward drag had your hips jolting, a shocked gasp breaking through a breathless moan.

"Oh- Fuck!"

"Are you okay?"

Your eyes snapped open, looking down to shoot him a confused look until you were met with innocent worry - he hadn't done it on purpose.

"I'm- I'm okay, you just- Ah!"

Despite his apparent worry, the movement of his hand didn't stop, and you were yet again subjected to the graze of his fingers against your g-spot.

"I found it, hm?"

You could only reply with frantic nods, melting against the sheets as he kept his pace steady with the occasional curl of his fingers to keep you on your curled toes.

"B-Baby, faster."

"Faster?"

Feeling the bed shift slightly, his lips left a fleeting kiss on the inside of your thigh before you felt his body partially hover over yours; lips now seeking home on the crook of your neck.

This reprieve was short lived as his rhythm sped up without warning, your back arching as moans vibrated your vocal chords. Your hands scrambled for purchase on the t-shirt he shockingly kept on, gripping the cotton in your fists.

"O-Oh my god, Chris!"

His panted breaths rolled along your neck while muted grunts caught against your skin; the sounds of your breathless moans and slick squelches of your arousal filling his ears.

"You can- Fuck- U-Use your thumb to rub my clit, puppy."

"Yeah? But I won't be able to go as hard..."

"It's okay - please, I just need more, baby."

Pulling his head from your neck, he took in your fucked out expression as he stilled his hand to press his thumb against the small bundle of nerves, rotating in small circles just like he usually did with his tongue.

When you flinched he pulled away, the beginnings of an apology forming on his lips until you stopped him in his tracks.

"No, no - you're doing great, Channie, just - not too hard, and move your thumb a little to the left."

He nodded, adjusting his thumb with a tilt of his head, "Right here?"

A small giggle escaped you, "My left, puppy."

Noting the blush darkening his ears, he made the change yet again and the result was more than he could've ever expected; your pussy clenching around his fingers as your eyelids fluttered, a familiar haze fogging your eyes.

"Like this?" He mused, curling his fingers in a 'come hither' motion for additional stimulation, "Am I doing it right?"

You keened, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes as you nodded, "M-Mhm, you're doing s-such a good job, puppy- Oh, fuck- you're amazing, baby."

His heart swelled at the praise - much like his dick currently confined underneath his boxer briefs - and he focused his efforts on adding minute thrusts of his hand while keeping up the flicks of his thumb.

Unfinished sentences fell from your lips like breaths of air, a jumble of praises and half-baked thoughts breaking up whimpers and moans that you had no intentions of holding back.

"You're so pretty like this," he breathed softly, drinking in the furrow of your brow, the faint glisten of drool at the corner of your lips, "fucking beautiful, baby. You're squeezing my fingers so tight - you're close, yeah? Gonna come for me?"

You made a noise, something you hoped was a sound of agreement underneath the endless whimpers of his name.

Chris leaned down to brush his lips against yours, a soft, tender motion that had your heart soaring and your orgasm rocketing you into outer space without so much as a warning.

Your back arched as you pulled at his shirt - at this point, you'd be surprised if it hadn't torn from the force - as your cum soaked his fingers and the curve of your ass.

His hips bucked against your thigh, moaning against your mouth as he fingered you through your high with gentle strokes.

It didn't take long for you to come back to your senses, a breathless laugh shaking your shoulders while you released your death grip on his poor wrinkled shirt.

"You... You are way too good at that," blinking up at him, you narrowed your eyes playfully, "are you sure you haven't fingered anyone before?"

That wonderfully high pitched, squeaky laugh escaped him, "I swear I haven't!" Slowly pulling his fingers from your fluttering walls, he made a show of licking the pads, "I guess I'm just a fast learner, you know?"

Grabbing his wrist, you slipped those same fingers into your mouth, moaning at your taste around his digits and licking them clean before releasing them with a soft pop.

"In that case..." You lifted your leg slightly, brushing your thigh against his hard on with a sly grin, "Can you teach me how to use my hands?"

[unedited]

[floralembarrassment]

wait i just had a random idea but i think it's amazing

james introducing regulus to a really random ice cream flavor that his rich and spoiled ass has never heard of before

hello! yes we want the fluff! How cute! with love

Sweet Treat (1/1) (jegulus | raising harry)

"Dad? Why does Papa not know bubblegum?" Harry said bright green eyes looking up at him, with his tiny hands still pressed on the glass of the display case.

James looked at his son and then at Regulus, trying to see if he was just joking with Harry or not. All James saw was confusion and curiosity searching over all the flavours in the shoppe.

"Wait why do you look so confused?"

"I didn't know ice cream came in so many flavours..." Regulus whispered in awe. "I thought it was just vanilla, chocolate, or fraise," he said accent heavy on the fruit.

Harry giggled and pulled on James' shirt, "papa said strawberry dad," bright smile on his face.

"Yes thank you for translating," James said and rolled his eyes but the fondness was clear.

"Well love, which should I try?" Regulus said looking at Harry.

Harry pointed to all the flavours calling them out one by one, until he reached a prailine one and said "but not that one, Il-y-a des noix and personne aime ca," Harry explained.

"I don't think Papa wants every flavour Haz," James said.

The cashier came over to them, "what can I get for you?" They asked.

Harry jumped up, "bubblegum! Please!" he squeaked.

"Yes one kiddie size of the bubblegum, and I'll do a moosetracks, and?" James looked at Regulus but his eyes were wide in indecision.

You pick, he mouthed, and James nodded.

"And..." James ran his eyes over the flavours again. "Ahh yes, the caramel cappuccino please. And that's all thank you," James finished their order.

They went to sit outside, where there were small tables with umbrellas covering them from the beating sun.

Harry made a mess quickly but he was just a boy, and he was so happy neither parent could care.

"Try," James said holding out his cone to Regulus who took a small bite.

"Hmmm peanutbuttery," Regulus commented. "That's quite nice," he added savouring the end notes.

He held up his own and then looked back at James' "I think I like this one better. It has little ribbons of crunch in it. Who knew ice cream could be so wild," Regulus said still mesmerized.

And while James laughed, he was just as mesmerized by Regulus as any other daily occurrence, like ice cream.

[rowniebow]

we were here | steve harrington x male!reader

summary: you and steve are good friends and someone feels it's about time to take it to the next level.

pairings: steve harrington x male!reader

cw: bickering, fluff

word count: 2.6k+

an: steve harrington is bisexual and it's definitely cannon! (/s, i wish) if you read/watched all the bright places...you get it

masterlist

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"dude, we're slinging it right now!" robin called out.

"we're totally slinging it." you echoed.

"we're slinging so hard."

"we're so slingin' good at slinging."

"will you two please shut up?" steve interjected.

silence came between you and robin for only a moment as you shared a glance with two sets of pursed lips.

"but we're slinging so hard right now, steve!"

"we couldn't be slinging any harder!"

steve groaned from the back room. "you guys make taking my break like hell!"

"that's the goal, dingus."

steve stomped up to the door to look out at us from the back room. "no one is even here! you're not slinging shit!"

your scooper seemed to gather ice cream in itself on it's own. you placed your scoop into a cone and took a bite that stuck needles into your teeth and all the way up your skull.

"i slung that."

"oh, you slung it so well!" robin cheered for you while steve groaned again.

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"you're really slacking with the ladies, man." you taunted with a smile as you watched claire robbins walk away with a grimace on her face.

"yeah, well i don't see you pulling any." steve groaned.

"oh, i could if i wanted!" your eyes danced as you found an opportunity to play your favorite game: teasing steve harrington.

"prove it."

"i will!"

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"i love that necklace, angela! where'd you get it?" you spoke over the counter to the blonde you had no real interest in.

"it's sick how he can just ... look at her like that." steve's narrowed eyes watched your laughing back. how you could conjure a sparkle in your eye like that was baffling.

"what, are you jealous, harrington?" roving smiled at the glaring man next to her.

"jealous of what?" the venom in his voice told robin all that she needed to know.

"jealous that he can charm any girl in a mile radius and you can't even get one? or that he's not looking at you like that?"

"shut up." steve pouted his way into the back room of the ice cream shop.

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robin kept a count on her whiteboard.

steve: 0

you: 9

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"what's up, lover boy?" you cheesed at steve as you climbed in his car through the window. when you would use the door like a sane person - he'd never know.

"w-watch the seats!" he groaned watching your dirty shoes leave marks on the leather. "i just cleaned this car."

"sorry!" you mindlessly apologized as you pulled a map out of your bag and unfolded it. several bright sticky notes that you had plastered on to it fell on to the floor of the car.

"where are we going?"

"you'll see when we get there!"

"it better not be like the gas station from last time. shit was creepier than the monster dogs."

"it'll be fun for me, at least."

"yeah, you said that about the gas station..." steve mumbled to himself seeing you were too entranced by your map of excitement.

he noticed that your collection of road trips around indiana (that you were keeping for you two to travel to had grown from not just a green (the scary gas station), yellow (a river in south indiana that you wanted to show him), and blue (wherever you two were to be headed today) route. now, various shades of reds, purples, pinks and browns littered the page.

"what are those new ones?" he asked, his eyes trailing from the road to you.

"you'll see when we go! don't get ahead of yourself." you folded the map onto your lap and pulled out one of the many cassette tapes from you bag and popped it into the car radio.

'oh! darling' began humming from the speakers. steve rolled his eyes. you had abbey road on repeat for far too long. he didn't need to know every single word in the album.

though, he didn't hesitate to start screaming along with you and your air guitar by the time the third section of the song came along, of course.

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steve's car couldn't seem to fight off the summer heat. sweat dripped down both of your foreheads. the windows rolled down allowed the blue sky and fluffy clouds to leak in and fill your noses with hot humidity. your shirt clung to you and constricted your breathing.

"there it is!" you shouted, nearly falling out of the window after steve slammed on his breaks.

a green sign with white print read 'hoosier hill - indiana's highest point - elev. 1257'.'

"pull over, pull over!"

"oh, you gotta be shitting me," steve grumbled under his breath. you heard it very loud, of course. you always heard him loudly. you were also always very aware that his complaining meant next to nothing when it came to you, though.

you climbed out of the car before steve could turn the car off, "c'mon, steve!" you practically whined for him.

"is this really it?" he questioned as if he were going to leave you there if you said yes.

"no, there's stuff up there!" you pointed up a hill amidst the trees and green bushes to a faded trail that looked as if it were going to blow away in the summer breeze.

steve huffed, preparing himself for the short walk that would feel like miles in the heat. you didn't take a second to wait for him, though. you ran up the hill even with the heat filling your lungs and making them as small as could be.

steve watched your frame stop. "this is it!" you called to him.

he shrugged after arriving next to you and catching his breath. "it's a little underwhelming but at least it's not that gas station."

you both stared at a wooden sign that restated what the green sign said. steve plopped down onto a bench that sat on the same small plot as the wooden sign.

you looked at it for a moment more.

then ran down the hill and back to steve's car. he stuttered out a call for you, but found his attempts fruitless.

you returned a moment later, out of breath and more sweaty, but with your bag. you fished out a push pin with white fabric on it and a black marker.

you tossed the bag to steve, scribbling your name down on the fabric.

"the hell are you doin'?"

you scooted the pen over to him with the fabric, "write your name."

"what? no, what is this for-?"

"steve," you watched him with a look he knew all too well: 'just do it for me'.

he rolled his eyes and participated, "i swear to god, if this is going to put my name into a cult or something i'm never forgiving you."

you snatched the fabric and pen back and finished what you wanted to write, then went to pin the fabric to the wooden stick.

steve and y/n were here.

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"you have to bring extra shoes," you scolded in through the window of his car. your backpack begged you to set it back down in his car but you needed to go home for the night.

"what the hell do i need extra shoes for?"

"you should bring some you don't care about,"

"i'm not bringing extra shoes, alright?"

"if you say so. you're going to regret it, though." you turned and began taking your steps toward the door.

"why would i regret it?" he called to your retreating figure.

"eight a.m, harrington! we need to go before work!"

steve watched your door shut.

"god-dammit!" he muttered to himself as he began driving home into the newly born night.

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"we're going to milltown, you should probably get gas," you choked out while you climbed into the car. dirty feet all over the seats (once again).

"milltown? dude-,"

"no complaining! i'll pay for your gas if your going to have a hissy fit about it."

"maybe you should try driving for once."

"no thanks," you plugged a cassette in to the car radio, 'come on eileen" started playing from the middle of the song.

steve mindlessly nodded his head along to the songs, listening to your mindless humming.

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"you know what? this one is actually kinda cool." steve admitted.

"right!"

you two stood admiring what looked to be several trees that had been covered in shoes with their laces tied so they hung off the branches.

you plopped down on to the grass. the cold morning dew seeped through your clothes and pinched your legs. you tugged your dirty reeboks that were too small off of your feet. "you brought extra shoes, right?"

steve let out an extended breath as he watched you tug a pair of converse out of your bag and pulled them onto your feet.

"i told you to bring some!"

"yeah, i know!" he rolled his eyes but sat next to you and pulled his own pair of reeboks off.

you both tied the laces of your pairs together, tugging to make sure they'd stay on with the rest of the hanging shoes.

and off they flew as you both tossed your pairs in the air together. the summer breeze carried the two pairs of reeboks onto the branches, shaking the tree and it's leaves and shoes.

"dude, you didn't get yours anywhere near mine. how will the people know that we came together?"

"'the people' wont give two shits about where our shoes are on the tree. they're all in that pile."

"i will care!"

"alright, well you can get a ladder and go move the shoes." steve said as he sat on the ground and leaned back onto the soft grass. "i will be right here whenever you're done with that."

you glanced from the lounging man with his eyes closed to still swinging shoes in the sky.

you decided it wouldn't matter in the long run, and at least he had done it with you despite having no extra shoes to wear (maybe it'd be nice if you offered yours to him but, also, maybe he should have just listened to you!).

you laid down next you him with your hands behind your head and stared up at fluffy white clouds that swam in the sea of blue above. the breeze moved the blades of grass to dance along your cheeks and neck. your hair danced with them.

you watched the clouds mold into their own shapes and pointed out different things you saw to steve:

"that one looks like a turtle!"

"that's a fucked up turtle."

"that one looks like a shark!"

"it looks like it's swimming after the turtle to eat it."

you both continued on like that for seemingly forever. the midday heat began to creep in and making it to work began to clog your mind but steve was in no rush, so you pushed the thoughts away.

"i gotta ask you for advice about something." steve began out of nowhere. he dressed his words in formal attire. "i've gotten really close to someone recently, like a lot closer than we've ever been before."

steve doesn't get serious with you (or anyone) often. so, of course, you listened with every fiber in you. you treated his concerns with upmost importance.

"and i've - i don't know. i've started to-to like this person. a lot. but, well, i don't even know if they'd feel the same way about me."

"that's never stopped you before," you smiled, glancing to the side to read his features.

"yeah, but this person is just... different."

"what do you mean?"

"well, for one, i can't even imagine what other people would think. my dad for sure. he'd kill me. but, i also just actually like this person. and like... care about them and our relationship, and what would happen if they didn't end up liking me, too."

"does it really matter what your dad thinks?"

"i mean, i don't really care. i just always imagined he'd be at my wedding and it would be pretty shitty if he wasn't there."

"you're already thinking about marriage with this person and you haven't even asked them out yet?"

"yeah, is that bad?"

"i think that just proves that it shouldn't matter what your dad thinks if you really are already thinking about marriage with them. since when does steve harrington think about marriage with a girl?"

"i-i mean, yeah! that the dream, you know?"

"really?"

"i'd love to have a bunch of little harrington's runnin' around."

"so what advice do you need from me? it sounds like you already know what you want, you just gotta get the balls to go get her."

"sure, sure. you're right. thank you."

"'course man," a nervous silence overwhelmed you. you could never tell if you said the right thing, especially with steve. he was so difficult to read.

"that one looks like a squirrel that can't get open an acorn," steve pointed to a cloud above with a smirk over his features as if he knew he just said the stupidest thing in the world.

"no it does not, you idiot,"

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your name echoed from the street outside of your house that night. your eyebrows shuffled together in confusion as you scurried to your window to see what - or who - could be causing all that noise.

you peaked your head out to see steve harrington holding roses, 'i just called to say i love you' blasting through his car stereo from one of the cassette's you had given him.

you couldn't help but let a smile creep onto your face at how absolutely sweet he looked with his nervous feet and fingers tapping. his eyebrows were sewn together and his lips looked licked raw. he motioned for you to come down stairs and that's exactly what you did.

"what the hell are you doing?" you laughed as you ran out in your pajamas, sandals, and a sad excuse for a jacket.

"listen to me,"

"you are so lucky my parents aren't here right now, harrington, they'd kill you for being so loud!" you reached in his car and turned the volume down to a reasonable volume. the smile never left your face, though.

steve spoke your name again, and grabbed your arm to turn you around. "listen, i-" his eyes searched your face for the words he wanted to say. he couldn't find them, though.

"i'm listening," you smiled, leaning against his car as stevie wonders continued to play.

he rolled his eyes (at himself) and found his answers away from your face. "i-i-i-i've just- i've been talking to robin a lot more lately and she's helped me understand that i-i, you know, i like you and i think you're really cool but i've never liked a guy before you, ya know? i don't know how to do any of this shit," he mumbled to himself. "here," he shoved the flowers into your hand.

the smile never left your face, "steve,"

he looked up at you. he hadn't realized how close he had come, practically trapping you against his car.

"is it okay if i kiss you?" you whispered into his ear.

his cheeks went as red as could be. you'd never seen him so flustered (or flustered at all, for that matter).

his mouth opened but no words came out. just an eager nod.

the hand that wasn't holding the roses found its way to his cheek and pulled him in to meet your lips. it was short and sweet, the smallest bite of chocolate. it drew steve in and let him know what he was in for in the coming future with you.

and steve was absolutely in love.

[writereleaserepeat]

This last month I've been enamored by @sowhumpshaped's interactive whump story, "Stray." It came to a beautiful end just a few days ago, and I was inspired to come out of the woodwork long enough to write a little fanfic. Make sure to go read their story before continuing here! It's a lovely work of art and I had so much fun seeing where it went. I miss the daily updates already!

This story is set twenty years after the main storyline of "Stray," and ten years after total pet liberation. It takes place in I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Disneyworld, and it features our MC (you!) meeting a ghost from their past.

CW: mentions of pet whump, second person POV, swearing

WC: ~2250

You run your tongue along the mountain of sweet vanilla cream, savoring its delicate flavor as it slowly melts in your mouth. With how much this ice cream cost, you were determined to enjoy every moment of its blissful respite from the summer heat. The mouse might know how to mark up its sweets, but it wouldn't steal away your enjoyment of this day, not even with an ice cream cone that cost an arm and a leg.

You're pulled from your thoughts by the sight of the ride coming to a halt beyond the fence. The harnesses begin to release and the children start pouring towards the exit, all smiles and laughters as they rush to find their parents on the other side. Your daughter is easy to spot, a tall girl - god, when did she get so tall? - with a glowing, gap-toothed smile.

Much to your surprise, she comes to greet you with another girl in tow, a child whose face reminds you of someone you can't place, their eyes sparkling with a hint of familiarity. A celebrity, maybe?

You don't have any more time to ponder before your daughter begins talking. She holds the other girl’s hand, a child who couldn’t have been a year older than her, and all but pulls her up to greet you.

"This is Delaney, we were on the ride together! She's so nice," Libby speaks in that same pleading tone you're never able to resist. "Please, please, please can we go to the next ride together?"

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” you say as sympathetically as you can, putting a palm on Libby's head. “We need to ask Delaney’s grown-up first.”

“My dad will say it’s okay,” Delaney says with a vigorous nod, “he’s right over there!”

She points towards a man striding in your direction, his hair long, but his gait familiar. As he brushes the hair from in front of his eyes, you freeze. You know those eyes. You’ll never forget those eyes, even if they’re set deeper in wrinkles now.

The world stops. For one painful moment, you don’t even feel your heart beat. It’s like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs.

But it wasn’t. You draw a breath, a deep breath that pushes hard against your ribs. You’re free. All the pets are free now, and they have been free for ten years. It had been another ten years before that since you’d last seen Rayan.

He recognizes you too, you can tell in the way his jaw slackens, dumbfounded. That glitter of recognition continues as he finally stumbles into earshot and his tongue begins to work.

“Thirt-"

“Not in front of my daughter,” you hiss, leaning in towards his ear as you do so. “Not in front of my fucking daughter.” You keep a smile on your face, only just, so your child doesn’t have to see you fall apart before her eyes.

He seems startled, startled enough to shut up for one moment. But silence had never been his strong suit, you could remember that much, the way he'd ramble on and on after his volunteer shifts. You'd always let him talk - not today. The dynamic had shifted. Today, you look him in the eyes as an equal.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Papa!” Delaney interjects, cutting Rayan off a second time. “I met this girl on the ride, her name’s Libby, she’s super fun, and super nice, and we want to go on another ride together.” She tugs on Rayan’s arm, but he doesn’t look down.

“Actually,” you say, pulling your daughter close to you, “I think we need to go catch up with Libby’s little brother and my partner.”

“Please?” Libby pleads again, staring at you with those doe eyes that always melt your heart. “Just one ride. It can be this one, we can do it again, we don’t even have to walk anywhere.”

Fuck.

What was almost twenty years of therapy worth if you couldn’t stand next to Rayan for another five minutes? You’d imagined talking to him a thousand times over, you’d thought painstakingly about what you’d say to him if you ever could, you'd prayed to his memory as much as you'd cursed it. But now, all you want is to walk away and never look at him again.

No more running. You'd promised yourself that almost two decades ago, and hell if you couldn't carry through with that promise today, especially with a family that needed you.

“Okay,” you concede, forcing a smile at Libby. She would never see you falter, not now, not ever. “You can ride this same ride one more time, just once, and only if you use your QuickCard to skip the line. We don’t want to get too far behind the rest of the family.”

“Sure,” Rayan says, voice measured. He smiles down at Delaney as well, but you can tell it's forced. “You can go too. Don’t forget, you only have three more taps on your QuickCard.”

“That’s okay!” Delaney chirps, already pulling Libby towards the line. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

And as the girls run in a tangle of limbs and laughter back into the ride's entrance, you’re left alone next to Rayan. The silence weighs heavily on your shoulders, and you feel the ice cream beginning to melt between your fingers. Then it's just you and Rayan, alone.

Not literally alone. You two are the furthest from alone you ever could be, stood next to a swinging steel pirate ship, amidst a park milling with tens of thousands of other people. But you can hardly hear the screams, the voices, the mechanical groans of the rides. Rayan’s presence next to you is suffocating.

You say nothing yet. What is there to say? You’ve said it all a million times before. To the shower walls, to your therapist, to the darkened skies in the early dawn. But none of it had ever compared to what you feel right now.

Something like hope begins to itch in your chest. Maybe this would give you closure, real closure, not the metaphorical closing of a book at the end of a therapy session. You've craved closure for so long. Could Rayan finally be this holy grail?

“I’m sorry,” Rayan says. If you didn’t know better, his voice sounded on the verge of breaking. “I’m sorry for everything.”

His swallow is louder than even the most cacophonous thunderstorm. He continues, tripping over his words, falling over himself with every syllable.

“Look, I was just doing my best. I mean, you were a kid, and I was basically still a kid too, and I was doing what I thought was best, just trying to help, you know? It’s been twenty years and I’ve never forgotten your face. And I mean, look at you now, here with your kids, this is what all the freed pets wanted, isn’t it? The chance to live like this?”

In that moment you know what you need from Rayan. It's what you've needed from him all along, even if you couldn't name it before now.

“Say it,” you mumble, struggling to find your voice. That hope for closure, god, you can feel it, you need it, and-

“What?”

“Say it,” you growl, more firmly this time. “You know what I need you to say.”

“Look, thir- whatever name you chose, I don’t know what you want from me.”

You finally look him in the eyes again.

“Say that I’m a person. Tell me that I’m a person.”

“Of course you are,” Rayan begins, and you watch him hold up his hands as he fights against his tongue's knots. “That’s what the Decree says. All pets had their legal status changed to reflect their unequivocal personhood.”

“That’s not what I asked. I know my pet lib history - likely better than you do. I want you to tell me that I, me, the living being standing in front of you, is a person.”

That nervous look in Rayan’s eyes tells you everything you need to know. The pregnant pause that follows is just painful confirmation. There would be no closure here for you today.

“Pathetic.” It takes all of your strength not to slap him in the face. “Twenty years and you haven’t learned a damn thing. The rest of the world has moved on from that nonsense and you can’t take five seconds to pull your head out of your ass.”

“Look," another swallow as Rayan wrings his hands. “Yeah, it’s been ten years, and still, there’s these studies, right? I'm sure they taught you to read in the, uh, the rehabilitation classes. There's studies that shows the pets that were liberated, they just aren't adapting to society as people do, you know? They don't excel at their jobs, they don't succeed in forming traditional family units, they engage in crime and anti-social behavior at much higher rates..."

You scoff and roll your eyes. All you can feel is the bile thick in your throat. Those studies, those lies, that propaganda, it would never stop. And people like Rayan would never stop feeding on it. You knew this, hell, you taught about it, at your community college's pet lib program. There would always be someone with an interest in the tyranny over 'pets,' be it emotional or financial, and it would succeed as long as people like Rayan were stupid enough to buy it.

"Look," Rayan says, putting his hands on the nearby railing as he looks away from you, "all I'm saying is, if you're a good- as good a soul as I think you are, you'd want what's best for your daughter, right? And, and maybe, well, maybe what's best for your family is how things used to be. You don't know for sure that things are better now. What if you're denying your family the chance to be taken care of, to truly thrive? What if they're not meant to be taken care of by, ah, by something like you?"

For a moment you think about striking him. You think about taking him to the ground, right there in the middle of the theme park, and pummeling him senseless. You want to beat that nonsense right out of his skull.

But that would prove his point, wouldn't it?

No. You know you can't do that. You can't wait for your daughter to come back and see your knuckles bloodied, this stranger choking on his own teeeth, your face contorted into an unfamiliar visage of rage. You weren't going to be a monster.

"You disgust me." The words are stickier than honey on your tongue. "Your vapid platitudes mean nothing. Your saviour complex has kept you stuck in the past while the rest of society is growing and learning from our sins. I'll always be grateful that you dragged me out of the trash that one day, and I'll always be grateful that you kept a roof over my head long enough for me to find my liberation. But I owe you nothing, not now, not ever again. I have my personhood - I always have. It's a shame you aren't using yours for something more meaningful."

You see a flash of pink out of the corner of your eye. Libby was coming back, running hand-in-hand with Delaney, that same joyful smile on her face. The smile of a child who had never seen the tyranny of the system you'd oncee been subdued by. The smile of a child who would learn just how important their personhood was, and always would be.

"Libby, darling, we need to go," you say as she comes within earshot. Your tongue is dry and sticky in your throat, and you need a drink of water. Your partner has water, wherever they are in the park now. You want to go to them now, seek the affirmation of everything you'd built in the time since you'd left Rayan behind all those years ago. You want to feel their comforting touch, something to ground you, to remind you of who you are. Who you've always been.

A good person.

Libby seems to wilt a bit, dejectedly dropping Delaney's hand from her own.

"Aw, but-"

"No buts. It's time to see what your brother is up to, and we have a lot of rides to catch before the day is over."

She pauses for a moment, and you can see her thinking it over. After another second she nods, seemingly convinced.

"Okay, as long as you promise to come on the next roller coaster with me."

"I promise," you say, reaching out a pinkie towards her. She hooks her pinkie in yours, and you take the opportunity to pull her close to you, away from Rayan, and away from the child he will undoubtedly raise to think just like him.

"Bye, Delaney! We're friends forever, okay?" Libby shouts over her shoulder as you begin to walk away.

"Bye Libby! Forever!" Delaney replies, giggling as she waves.

Your eyes meet Rayan's one last time. They're clouded with emotion, his lips pressed in a thin line. In spite of yourself, you smile at him once, and turn away.

"Alright, sweetheart," you speak to your daughter as the door to your past slams shut behind you. "Let's go have some more fun. We've got the whole day ahead of us."

[hwa-stars]

Skirt lifter (Chapter 6)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non!idol Park Seonghwa x fem!named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 937

Taglist: @dinossaurz @babigriin @hecateslittlewitchling (if anyone wants to be added to the taglist, please comment)

Seonghwa was greeted by almost every student the we passed by, being next to him making small talk with everyone got me feeling very small.

"Seonghwa!" Someone called from behind.

"What's up Yeonjun." Seonghwa greeted him.

"Coukd you take a look at this? The adviser is asking for the final arrangement." The boy handed him some papers.

They started discussing about the paper, I decided to keep my distance and just waited for him outside. I sat on some benches and tuck my hands in my hoodie, how different Seonghwa and I are.

"You need to stop disappearing on me Pororo." Seonghwa suddenly appeared with his hands resting on his knees.

"Well, I'm still here." I pointed out obviously.

"I meant quit leaving without saying where you're going." I stood up and he looked at me.

"You were talking to someone and I didn't want to interrupt." I started walking ahead.

"You're not an interruption Pororo." He walked beside me "He was the one interrupting" He muttered.

"What did you said?" He shook his head.

"Anyways, where should we get ice cream?"

"We could just get some at a convenience store" I pointed out the nearest store.

"What? No!" He exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"I..." He trailed off looking at anywhere but me. "I don't eat ice cream in a plastic wrapper."

Is he kidding me? What a brat!

"You know they hace cones." I informed him.

"I don't like eating ice cream in cones, it's messy."

"They have them in plastic cups."

"I'm lessening my plastic consume." He blurted out "Save the planet!" He lifted his fist in the air.

"Yeah, we love an environmental advocate." I replied sarcastically.

"Aww, you love Pororo?" He cooed.

"Whatever, so where do you propose we go?" I crossed my arms.

"Let's go to the nearest ice cream store."

"And that would be?"

"It says here that the nearest store is..." He looked at his phone. "In downtown." He said with a smile.

"Are you kidding? That's like an hour from here."

"I know, so quit chatting Pororo." He started walking "We have no timemto wasted."

"Are you sure you want to go all the way there just for an ice cream?" Inasked incredulously.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I told you, I love ice cream."

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"I can't believe I'm doing this" I muttered when we take the bus. "Don't you have anything better to do?" I asked Seonghwa as he sit next to me.

"Nope."

"That doesn't mean I don't."

"Well do you have anything?" He glanced at me.

"Shut up." I muttered

"Quit with the whinning Pororo, we're gonna have so much fun."

"We're just gonna get ice cream. Not roam around downtown." I pointed out.

"You can't go to downtown and not roam around Pororo." He looked at me "That's an spoken rule."

"Says who?"

"Me."

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We managed to get to the ice cream shop, but it was Saturday so it was packed with people.

"Should we go to other store?" I asked

"No, they have th best ice cream in town." Seonghwa scanned the store. "Look Pororo! There's a table, go before someone else takes it." He pointed a couple leaving the table.

I sat down and observed the busy streets of the town, since it was getting dark the stores were turning their lights, illuminating the area. I looked across the street a guy performing and since my spot I had a perfect view and looked in awe at the guy, he was surrounding by a big audience who started clapping as he finished his performance and started getting ready for other song.

Seonghwa came back with two paper cups of ice cream, he set the vanilla one in front of me and he had a rainbow while sitting down next to me.

"You didn't asked what was my order." I said serious.

"Didn't you say at the bus that you like vanilla?"

"It doesn't mean that I was gonna be my order."

"Then, what would have been your order?" He smirked at me while eating his ice cream.

"Nevermind." I muttered and took a scoop of it. "How much is it?"

"It was free, they said it was free ice cream day."

"Oh really?" I asked and look at the counter. "Then why are those people paying?"

"Damn Pororo, let me treat you some ice cream." I shrugged and muttered a thank you.

"He looks hot." I said watching the guy performing again.

"You think he's hot?" Seonghwa shot me a look and I nodded.

"His dance was, all dancers are hot."

"I can do better." He hummed.

"Sure, sweetheart."

"I'm serious."

"I never said otherwise."

We continue watching the guy performance, until Seonghwa stood up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" I called out and he ignored me and exited the store.

Was he leaving me here, after dragging me to this place?"

Then I almost choke with the ice cream as I saw Seonghwa joinning the guy. They started dancing and even the people at the store take a peek at him and true true his words, Seonghwa was better than the guy his face expression change and he looked like a different person, Seonghwa shot me a wink and I blushed.

After a few minutes, Seonghwa came back and the people at the store clapped for him and he bow with a smile.

"Well Pororo?" He greeted me with a biggest smile I've ever seen.

"Your ice cream is melting Seonghwa." I point out the melting ice cream and he only shook his head with the same smile.

[brettdoesdiscourse]

Growing up poor, there's one moment I'll always distinctly remember.

I had gone swimming with my friend as a kid and afterwards, my mom treated us to ice cream at McDonalds. Like always, I ordered a simple cone. In my house, that was what we always got.

It was the most affordable option at the time.

My friend had ordered a milkshake and while my mom simply paid for it, as soon as my friend was dropped off back at home, she started ranting.

My friend was a guest, how could she be so disrespectful? She picked something so expensive.

The entire situation left me feeling weird in a way I couldn't explain. It wouldn't be until years later that I could finally put words to that feeling. It was shame.

Never in my life had I experienced such a direct, sharp contrast in my life versus other people's lives. Even as a kid, it felt bad to me.

She wasn't a bad person for ordering a milkshake. She undoubtedly came from a home where ordering a milkshake was normal, a home where there wasn't a side of the menu that was off limits.

I don't know how wealthy her family actually was, but I know that a milkshake to her was something you could reasonably ask for on a random Saturday. It wasn't a special treat that you got only sometimes, mainly seasonally because you especially liked the Shamrock shake.

[highwehyrat]

Creamed whip

Nsfw

Todoroki Shoto x G.N reader

Chill Saturdays with your significant other were your thing. The both of you lazing on the bed scrolling through social media with the occasional chuckle from a meme.

While scrolling through tiktok you came across a barista's page. On this specific tiktok they happened to be making a drink topped with whipped cream. Satisfied with the outcome you liked the tiktok and scrolled. Three videos after your for-you page was now filled with whipped cream deserts. Unsurprisingly the craving for whipped cream crept it's way into your mind.

You swiftly got up and entered the kitchen quickly grabbing the newly bought can of whipped cream. You indulged in a short pump of the fluffy sweetness before settling yourself back onto your shared bed. It wasn't long after where you saw a high quality picture of your significant other right after his last mission.

He undoubtedly looked amazing, edible even, as if crafted by Aphrodite herself. A blazing heat found itself gathering between your legs, you shifted slightly from the sitting position you were in in a feeble attempt to cool down. In the process you so happened to catch a glimpse of Shoto's sweatpants. The groin area of his grey sweatpants to be exact.

"What are you doing?" He asks slightly short of breath as he gazes down at you slowly pulling down his sweatpants. "Calm down, I just wanna try something is all. Do you trust me?". He lets out a small nod giving you the consent to carry on with your shenanigans.

You free his flaccid dick and place it in one hand, the fingers of one free hand migrate steadily to his balls. You gently massage them before bringing two fingers to his perineum and deeply massaging the erogenous zone.

A soft moan is emanated from the icy lips of the Hero beneath you. His pale skin quickly flashes a rosy pink. He switches off his phone and places it to the side. "Babe," he moans carelessly. You chuckle softly, knowing he hasn't even experienced the worst of it yet.

You drag a flat tongue from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his cock making sure to slightly hook your tongue over his frenulum.

Aa-aahah baby

Precum dribbles down his cherry red tip down to the rest of his throbbing shaft, giving his prominent veins a shimmery glow to them. You take the first third of him into you mouth and let it sit there while your hands worked on the rest of the two thirds. Soon enough you felt him twitch in your mouth, you immediately stopped your ministrations to his cock and with a sharp pop took him out of your mouth.

You sat back to admire your good work. With his cock now fully mounted your mission could finally reach its climax.

"Doll please don't tease me like that, please baby finish me off, promise to get you anything you want afterwards, Bab-ahhh nngggg ah mfff!!"

You immediately cut off his whines by piping ice cold whipped cream over him. You made sure to tail the end of the cream at the tip of his cock.

His eyes rolled into his skull at the sight of you licking the cream off of him. You let out lewd moans of satisfaction which vibrated over his sensitised penis. A particular suck at the base led to his release all over the remaining cream.

The interaction of warm cum over the cold cream resulted in the cream melting and dripping down his shaft and onto his trim pubes like icecream down the cone. Without giving him the opportunity to collect himself you immediately set to work and begin lapping up the creamy cum.

The loud and lewd slurps encouraged Shoto's moans to grow into vocal groans, grunts and the occasional high pitched cracked squeal. After all the cream had been cleaned up from him, you took him in your mouth and sucked on him while you gently bobbed your head up and down.

In the occasion that he'd finally get the strength to bring his irises to the front of his face he'd be met by your lust filled gaze that'd steal the little strength he'd managed mustered.

His second and last arrival of the day was accompanied by breathy screams of your names, and the convulsing of his toned legs. Warm ropes of his pleasure shot into your mouth and dripped down the corner of your lips. You swallowed the amount you managed and let the rest drip back onto his overstimulated dick.

[i-myeoni-blogs]

The Warmest Glow

Part 1

Pairing - Non idol Wooyoung x Y/N (Reader)

In the midst of agitated mind and heart, all Wooyoung yearned for was a moment of calm. His eyes, weary from resisting sleep, spoke of restless nights spent searching for serenity. Despite trying various distractions – burying himself in work, seeking comfort in the company of friends and colleagues – he found no pause. It was as though his mind had set standards only one person could meet.

Wooyoung had decided to take a breather from his jam-packed life, filled with five years of relentless civil work. He just wanted some downtime, maybe even a vacation. Where did he go? He made his way to the serene Hyeopjae beach, Jeju Island, hoping to unwind to the sound of crashing waves and feel the breeze on his face.

But, as fate would have it, the serenity he craved was nowhere in sight. The beach was buzzing with activity, umbrellas scattered across the sand, and the air alive with the chatter of tourists. Feeling disheartened but not ready to throw in the towel, he sought refuge in a nearby restaurant, craving not just food but also a break from the prying eyes of strangers.

Yet, even there, he couldn't dodge unwelcome attention. Amidst the clinking of dishes and din of diners, someone had the audacity to point out the small mark beneath his left eye and the mole on his lower lip, a mole he remembered, she always loved to kiss.

Returning to the beach once again he gazed to the horizon, where the sun was painting the sky in breathtaking hues. With his hands in his pockets, he allowed himself to bask in the warmth, reminiscing about a time when moments like these held a different meaning. Before he could retreat to his rented hotel room, his heart urged him to linger a while longer and soak in the orange glow.

But memories of the woman he loved kept flooding back, haunting him at every turn. Each passing moment served as a painful reminder of her, her voice resonating in his mind like a melancholic melody. "I love the sunset glow; it makes you look as sweet as honey." She used to say that to him while tracing her fingers across his face.

But perhaps fate had other plans, for soon enough, a jolt startled him as someone accidentally collided with his feet, leaving behind a small, damp spot. Opening his eyes, he noticed a big stain of blue on his pants near the knee, his expression darkening with a deep frown. Yet, as his gaze shifted, a wave of sensitivity washed over him, softening his features.

"Hey there, little one, where are you headed?" Wooyoung exclaimed as this young girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old, bumped into him, holding onto her ice cream cone for dear life. She seemed apologetic, her blue ice cream melting and smudging Wooyoung's pants with blueberry cream. With a teary-eyed look, she glanced up at him, and that was the last thing Wooyoung needed today.

"I'm sorry, mister, I didn't mean to mess up your pants," the girl said, her voice trembling with guilt.

"It's okay, I'm not upset. It's just a stain, it'll come off," Wooyoung reassured her, gently wiping away her tears with a kindness that came naturally to him. He had always been good with kids, tender and reassuring, capable of making any worry vanish with a single smile. "What's your name?" he asked, holding her tiny hands in his own.

"Grace," the little girl replied, her smile returning at his friendly demeanor.

"What a lovely name. Where are your parents?" Wooyoung inquired softly.

"I chased after the puppy," Grace explained, pointing to the little furry troublemaker nearby. "But he was too fast, and now I can't find my mom," she admitted, her eyes welling up with tears again.

"Don't worry, we'll find your mom," Wooyoung vowed, already determined to help them reunite.

"Grace," a voice called from behind Wooyoung. The girl's face lit up, and she shouted, "Mom!" waving her hands to her mother. As Wooyoung got up slowly to greet the woman, his smile faded, replaced by a rush of emotions he thought he had buried long ago. "How many times have I told you not to run away like that?" It was a voice engraved deep in his memory, the one he yearned to hear whenever he was alone—the voice of the woman he loved.

"Y/N," Wooyoung turned around and whispered her name as she approached, out of breath from her quick chase. Her eyes, mirroring his own, showed confusion, guilt, sadness, and hurt. Grace was Y/N's daughter—a discovery that stirred up a storm of emotions within Wooyoung, reminding him of a past he hadn't fully moved on from.

As Y/n rounded the corner, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Wooyoung standing there, unexpected and unbidden. She greeted him tentatively, her expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty, even to herself. She hadn't anticipated crossing paths with him after 5 years, especially not while on the hunt for her daughter, and certainly not with her daughter in tow, holding onto his hand.

"Mamma, this handsome uncle is really nice," Grace bubbled with innocent enthusiasm, oblivious to the complexity of the situation. "I messed up his pants but he's not angry."

Y/n managed a nervous smile as Grace happily bounded over to her side, releasing Wooyoung's hand. She glanced at him, seeing the confusion in his eyes, and felt a pang of unease.

"Did you thank him?" Y/n gently prodded Grace, who shook her head before turning to Wooyoung with a cheerful shout of gratitude.

Wooyoung returned the smile, though his eyes betrayed a deeper turmoil. Despite his outward calm, he couldn't shake the sting of seeing Y/n with a child, a visible reminder of her life moving forward without him, probably with the person he dreaded. It was a bitter pill to swallow, especially considering he was the one who had initiated their breakup.

The memory of their parting flickered in his mind; a small misunderstanding that had snowballed into something larger. A mix of his own insecurities and infidelity. And yet, seeing her now, with a child in tow, stirred up a mix of conflicting emotions within him.

He couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy that gnawed at him, nor could he shake the regret that tinged his thoughts. All those years of loving her, only to realize too late that he had let her slip through his fingers.

In the quiet, Wooyoung broke the tension with a simple phrase: "It's been a while," he said, and y/n nodded in acknowledgment. Grace, observing the exchange, jumped in with curiosity, "You both know each other?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment before replying, "Uhm... he's a friend," giving Wooyoung a quick glance. His response, barely above a whisper, carried a hint of pain, "Friend... yeah."

Sensing the discomfort, y/n offered, pointing to the ice cream stain on Wooyoung's pants, "Uh... if you don't mind, I could wash those off or they'll stain bad, blueberry stains are wild, I must say." Despite his initial urge to refuse, Wooyoung found himself unable to resist when y/n added, "Please." He couldn't forget the weight of that word; it was the one thing he regretted not heeding when they parted ways.

"Sure," Wooyoung agreed, moving to stand beside y/n. As they walked, they engaged in small talk, learning snippets about each other's lives. Y/n revealed that she lived nearby in Jeju and now crafted children's storybooks, having ditched her previous gig in article writing—a job that always brought back memories of their past collaboration. But she left out that particular detail. Wooyoung told her that he lives in Seoul, and was promoted as general commissioner.

"We're here," y/n announced, marking a subtle yet significant milestone in their unexpected reunion. Grace dashed inside the moment Y/N unlocked the door, earning giggles from both Y/N and Wooyoung. "Slow down, Grace," Y/N called after her cheerful daughter.

"I really need to pee, Mama," Grace announced, making a beeline for the stairs to her room.

Wooyoung nervously slipped off his shoes and entered the house. It was a sleek, modern design, spacious enough to house ten people comfortably. The floors gleamed with white tiles, and large glass doors separated the interior from the outside veranda. With its contemporary decor and furnishings, Wooyoung couldn't help but marvel. "You can change in that room; I'll get you something to wear," Y/N offered, gesturing towards a door.

Wooyoung nodded and made his way to the room Y/N indicated. It resembled Y/N's room, with its neatly arranged shelves filled with books, purple curtains, and lavender sheets adorning the bed. It struck him as odd how well he still remembered Y/N's tastes, but the room seemed less lived-in. Perhaps it was Y/N and her husband's room. He thought he'd spot some pics of Y/N with her hubby around, but there wasn't a single photo frame in the room. Wooyoung mused, as he headed to the bathroom to discard his stained pants.

A while later, Y/N returned to the room with a set of clothes. She knocked gently, but there was no response. "I'm leaving the clothes on the bed," she announced, turning to leave. However, just as she was about to exit, the bathroom door swung open. Wooyoung, oblivious to Y/N's presence due to the running tap, emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Y/N quickly averted her gaze and apologized, preparing to leave the room. But Wooyoung's next question stopped her in her tracks. "You still have this," he remarked, pointing at the clothing laid out on the bed. Y/N felt a nervous knot form in her stomach as she realized they were Wooyoung's clothes, a relic from their dating days. Wooyoung's surprise was evident; why would she still hold onto these, now that she was married with a child, he wondered.

“I didn’t get time to sort the clothes.” Y/N reasoned refusing to turn around completely, she saw Wooyoung discarding his stained pants on the ottoman that was near the bed.

“You didn’t get time in five years?” Wooyoung questioned.

“You should change.” Y/N quickly picked up the clothes from the ottoman still refusing to meet wooyoung’s gaze. “I’ll check on Grace.” She said and bolted out of the room. It’s been five years, after five years she met Wooyoung but the effect he had on her was still the same. He seemed a bit different though, a lot mature and quiet which was unusual of him. He was always giddy and clingy as far as she had known him.

Y/N tossed the stained pants into the washer and peeked in on Grace, who was swapping her regular clothes for comfy sleepwear. "Hey, baby, could you set the tables? I'll be right there," Y/N instructed, to which Grace nodded enthusiastically before darting off to the dining area. Y/N couldn't help but wonder how Grace would react to the situation unfolding.

"But seriously, why did I even invite him over?" Y/N muttered to herself, silently cursing the decision. With the washer set for a quick 15-minute cycle, Y/N stepped outside only to bump into Wooyoung, decked out in his old clothes. He still looked as fantastic as he did five years ago, maybe even more so, with those clothes fitting snugly over his now more muscular frame.

"Still fits, huh?" Y/N remarked nervously, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Yeah, a bit snug, but I can manage," Wooyoung replied with a grin. Then, he shifted the conversation, asking about Grace's father and if he lived there. Y/N hesitated, avoiding eye contact, and before Wooyoung could finish, Grace's voice echoed from downstairs.

"Mama, tables are set!" Grace called out, saving Y/N from an awkward moment.

"Coming, sweetheart!" Y/N shouted back in relief, silently thanking Grace for the timely interruption. "Well, let's head in. Food's ready, and your clothes should be done soon," Y/N suggested, earning a nod of agreement from Wooyoung as they made their way to the dining area.

Y/N dashed into the kitchen and got to work warming up the food she'd whipped up earlier that morning. Wooyoung plopped down onto one of the dining chairs, and Grace settled in beside him, giving him the once-over with her eyes. Wooyoung caught on to the little girl's close examination and quipped, "What's up, kiddo? Do I look weird or something?" Grace just narrowed her eyes and shook her head. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Y/N gripped her fingers tightly, aware that something big was about to go down.

"It suits you perfectly," Grace declared. Y/N's heart raced as she listened in from the kitchen, her nerves going into overdrive.

"Yeah? You think so?" Wooyoung teased, tousling Grace's hair.

"Yep, it's my dad's clothes," Grace casually revealed.

And then it hit like a ton of bricks. Y/N knew she couldn't dodge this conversation any longer, especially not after Grace dropped that bombshell. She totally saw it coming when she handed him those clothes, she'd been hoarding for five years. Maybe she was just itching to have that chat with him.

With the food now warm and ready, she pulled it out of the oven, the only sound echoing in the kitchen being the click of the oven door. But why was there no chatter coming from the living room? Y/N didn't realize that Wooyoung was staring at Grace, his eyes and mouth wide open in shock at her revelation.

Y/N took a deep breath, grabbed the warm food, and strolled out of the kitchen into the living room, deliberately avoiding eye contact with both Grace and Wooyoung. Pasta in hand, she placed it on the table, then went on to divvy it up onto the three plates Grace had set out. Grace was in full chatter mode, boasting about her dad to Wooyoung: "My father's a cop," "He's always busy," "He lives in Seoul." Y/N sensed Wooyoung's gaze, but she kept her focus on the task at hand.

"What's he like, huh? Bet he's not as handsome as me," Wooyoung quipped. Y/N had finished serving and was now seated across from Grace, clutching her fork tightly as Wooyoung's words hit her. She didn't dare lift her eyes to meet his, sensing the invisible daggers being thrown her way.

"I dunno. I've never actually seen him. But mom talks about him all the time, though," Grace answered.

"Grace, eat up. Plenty of time to chat later," Y/N commanded sternly, still avoiding eye contact with either of them.

"So, Mom's always chatting about him, huh?" Wooyoung prodded, spearing his pasta with his fork. "Why isn't he here with you guys?"

"Mom says we had to leave, never said why? But she also mentioned..." Grace began, only to be cut off by Y/N's sharper tone.

"Grace, focus on your food first," Y/N said, her voice carrying a hint of frustration that startled the little girl into obedience

"Don't scold her," Wooyoung intervened.

"For now, Wooyoung, please! We can talk about it later," Y/N's voice cracked slightly as she lifted her head, her eyes welling up with tears. Wooyoung felt a twinge of pain but remained silent, clenching his jaw and diverting his gaze.

All three of them sat there, munching away in total silence. The only interruption was the gentle hum of the washer calling it quits after its 15-minute cycle. Grace, being the first to finish, plopped her plate by the sink, admitting defeat in her battle to reach it. She scampered back to the living room, snuggling up next to Wooyoung with a grin plastered on her face.

"You know, my birthday's coming up. I'll turn 5 next month," she chirped.

"Really? When's the big day?" Wooyoung's voice wavered a bit, and Y/N could sense his struggle to keep it together. She knew he was hurting, loaded with questions he wanted to hurl her way. All that, she knew when she invited him over. Maybe that's what she was gearing up for all along—to spill the beans about Grace being his daughter. But how sure was she? Not so much.

"It's on the 28th of October," she replied.

Wooyoung managed a smile through the turmoil inside him. He couldn't quite pinpoint which feeling was winning out. Was it sorrow for all those missed years not knowing he had a daughter? Or was it joy in finally discovering he had one? Questions swirled in his head; each one directed at Y/N. But how could he broach them? After all, he was the one who ended things, who pushed her away.

Right now, all he wanted was to offer a silent thank-you to whatever celestial being might be listening. Thankful for this moment with Y/N. Back when he craved nothing but peace, now all he craved was answers.

Y/N and Wooyoung finished their meals, wrapping up dinner together. After clearing the dishes, Y/N turned to Grace, coaxing her to head to bed, which she reluctantly agreed to after some playful resistance. Grace insisted she had just met Wooyoung who she called "Mr. Handsome" and was eager to chat or play with him. Meanwhile, Wooyoung settled comfortably on the couch.

As Y/N stood up, she mentioned casually, "I'll grab your clothes from the washer, they should be dry by now." Returning moments later with a carry bag, she placed it on the table. "Your laundry's all set," Y/N informed him, then added, "Want some coffee? I'm brewing a pot for myself."

"Yeah, sure," Wooyoung whispered, feeling a bit uncertain about how to kick off the conversation, but knowing he had to confirm what he suspected. Y/N slipped back into the kitchen to brew some coffee for the both of them. Time seemed to hang in the balance as they both grappled with their curiosity.

Wooyoung's restless leg bouncing up and down and Y/N's rhythmic tapping on the kitchen counter spoke volumes. Before long, the coffee was ready. Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered both cups, bracing herself for Wooyoung's inquiries. The steam from the mugs mingled in the air, and Y/N silently thanked her lucky stars that Grace was sound asleep.

Y/N could sense Wooyoung's eagerness to speak by the way his leg continued its restless dance and his face flushed with anticipation. "You can ask anything, Wooyoung," she said, her tone gentle yet encouraging. Without hesitation, Wooyoung posed his first question.

"Is she...?" Wooyoung didn't finish the sentence, instead gesturing toward the door upstairs. Y/N understood what he meant, and with a small voice, she confirmed, "Yes, she's your daughter," nodding in affirmation.

A frustrated sigh escaped Wooyoung's lips, his mind swirling with countless questions. The foremost among them: why had Y/N kept this from him? Y/N knew that if she waited for Wooyoung to unravel this tangled web of inquiries, it would take days to clear things up.

"I didn't keep it from you, Woo," she said, using the nickname she used to call him. It was surprising for him to hear that nickname again after five years, but it warmed his heart, making him feel loved after all this time. Sure, he had gone on some blind dates, but nothing felt right, and he had been searching for Y/N all along.

"I found out when I was already three months into my pregnancy after we broke up," Y/N explained, leaning forward from her spot on the recliner beside the couch, resting her elbows on her knees. "I tried to reach out to you. I even tried to go to your place, but you had moved out and didn't want to have anything to do with me."

A sob escaped Wooyoung's lips as tears welled up in his eyes, listening to Y/N recounting the whole story. He felt even more remorseful because Y/N was speaking so casually about it.

"I really tried, Woo. Before I moved to Jeju, I really tried," Y/N confessed, lifting her gaze to meet Wooyoung's glossy eyes, which mirrored her own tears.

"You're still calling me Woo!" Wooyoung chuckled sadly, memories of why he and Y/N broke up flooding back. He had thought she didn't love him anymore, that she was just with him for his power because he was a top-notch cop in Incheon. Everyone around him kept feeding him that idea, saying a catch like Y/N would only be interested in his status.

And then there were those damn rumors about Y/N and Mingi, another cop from their branch, supposedly being together. It all made him feel so insecure, pushing him to become overly possessive and toxic, eventually leading to their split.

"You'll always be my Woo," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, trying to hold back her tears.

"Why? You should be furious with me, punish me, yell at me, leave me." Wooyoung started to ramble, his emotions spilling out. "No, wait, be mad, slap me if you have to, but please, don't leave me again. And don't take Grace away from me. I want to be a part of your life, her life." His voice cracked as tears streamed down his face, dropping to his knees in front of Y/N, clutching her hands in desperation.

"I would never do that, Wooyoung. Grace is your daughter, you have every right to be in her life," Y/N said calmly, gently helping him back up onto the couch. "But we’ll take it slow okay.” Wooyoung nodded.

“It's late now. You should head back to your hotel. We'll talk more later." Wooyoung opened his mouth to protest, but Y/N cut him off gently. "And you can see her tomorrow, alright? I'm saving your number and mine in each other's phones. Just relax."

Wooyoung finally had what he needed to head back to his rented place with some peace of mind: Y/N's contact number. He was eagerly awaiting the night to come to an end. Now that he had found Y/N and discovered he had a daughter, all he could think about was being with them. He found himself shedding tears, cursing his luck for missing out on those precious five years.

He should've been there with Y/N and his daughter. He missed Grace's birth, her first step, her first word. He wasn't there to witness Y/N's pregnancy, to see her with that big baby bump. He wasn't there to support her through the toughest times, and the guilt weighed heavily on him. What made it worse was that Y/N seemed so calm about it all. She didn't show any anger or disgust. But why? That question kept swirling in his mind as he drifted off to sleep, pondering possible answers.

Part 2

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86 - Calling Us Home

Part 87

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Walking through the streets of Mystic Falls it was just me and the girls with me. Damon and Stefan needed Klaus’s help with something that involved some sort of stone. Since Lily has brought her lover back from hell I'm told. Heading up to the ice cream shop I halted in my tracks seeing one of the Heretics looking at the menu board. "Uh girls, how about we go somewhere else.."

"But I want ice cream!" Hope tugged my arm when I attempted to tug them backwards.

Missy begged me. "Please mommy."

"You promised that if we were really good while you and dad went to visit Jo's husband." Alina said back, making me roll my eyes.

Taking a few more steps we were at the order menu with me standing beside the heretic girl. She turned her head, noticing us beside her. "Do you have any good recommendations on this tiny establishment?"

"It's ice cream. I don't think there are any bad options." Dropping down on a knee to be level with our daughters. "Okay so what do you all want?"

Missy raised her hand like in school. "Strawberry."

Hope went after her. "Rocky road."

Leaving Alina last. "Cookies n cream!"

"Okay. That will be all for us sir." Handing the worker the money I eyed the heretic who was just staring at me. "Sorry I don't mean to be rude. But can I help you?"

The brunette heretic nodded, ordering a chocolate ice cream cone. “So I hear you’re a witch from what Valerie has told us.”

“Actually I’m like you, Incendia.” Holding up my freehand some fire came out and died away. I smiled, licking my cookie dough cone.

The woman nodded, taking a bite out of her cone covering her mouth with her hand gasping. “Oh my, that's colder than I thought. But it’s very good.”

“If you want rather good human food I suggest the Mystic Grill. Let’s go girls.” I turned on my heels about to leave until she called out to us.

“I’m Nora. What are your and your daughter’s names?” She asked me.

Glancing over my shoulder I sent her a small smile pointing towards my girls when I introduced them. “I’m Raelyn Mikaelson. My oldest daughter here is Hope. Then this is Alina and finally Melissa but we mostly just call her Missy.”

“Well they’re adorable.” She sighed, dropping her smile at the ground. “At least you have a family to experience this world together with unlike me.”

Missy licked her cone, feeling her sadness. “Where is your family at?”

Nora sniffed away tears. “My girlfriend Mary Louise isn’t exactly open to trying out this new world together with me. I have been forced to endure it alone.”

“That’s sad.” Hope replied back.

Alina reached for my hand grasping it lightly when I sent the heretic a smile. “In my experience if your partner wants to be with you. Then they will do whatever they have to make you happy. But you shouldn’t have to wait alone. So if you are open to it I can be your friend.”

“What do you want out of it?” Nora asked.

Shaking my head I could feel someone watching us. “Nothing. I just know what it’s like to be scared and need a friend ... .I'd suggest showing yourself before I make you!”

“She’s a fiery little bitch isn’t she.” Whipping my head around I watched the blonde heretic walking towards us with a scowl on her face.

Nora sent her an annoyed look. “What are you doing here, Mary Lou?”

“I want you to come home. I miss you.” She told her back.

Nora rolled her eyes taking more bites out of her ice cream cone. “Well I don’t want to come home with you and stay in the house. All because you are too afraid to embrace the new world. Even if it has annoying things. It’s better than being in that prison world.”

“What are you all staring at. This is a private conversation!” Mary Louise snapped showing her fangs to me.

Throwing away the cone I pushed my daughters in the opposite direction looking back at the couple only one more time. We finally made it back to the mansion and I opened the door seeing Klaus was waiting on the couch. “Raelyn, we need to talk alone. Girls, can you go to your rooms please for a little while.”

“Okay daddy.” Alina slumped her shoulders with the other two following her footsteps.

Walking over to the couch I plopped down beside him shifting my gaze towards my husband. “So what exactly do we need to talk about, Nik?”

“We need to leave Mystic Falls.” He said taking a drink of bourbon from the glass he was holding.

“What why?” I questioned him.

He shifted so we were facing each other sitting his glass on the table. His gaze focused on mine. “Apparently the heretics that we helped release are in possession of a stone I recognized from my thousand years. It’s called a phoenix stone that brought back one of the heretic souls that were trapped inside of it.”

Putting my hands together in my lap I tilted my head to the side. “Okay so why exactly do we need to run back to New Orleans?”

“Because the stone belongs to a sword that belongs to a hunter. A hunter that wants to kill anyone who stops her from getting her marked kill.” He explained raising his hands and I could tell that he was slightly beginning to panic. “If she makes you with her sword she can find anyone of us and she won’t stop-“

Holding my hands up I cut him off not liking that he was panicking. “Nik, slow down. I get that barely anything scares you. But why exactly are you afraid of this supposed hunter? I mean clearly she’s not here.”

“One of the heretics is marked, Raelyn.” He blurted out gently, grabbing my shoulders. “His name is Julian and he was the one they just released from the hell stone. Meaning that the huntress will come here to kill him.”

Moving my hands onto his forearms I gained his attention seeing that he was letting some tears out in fear. “Klaus, stop worrying. We don’t have to run like you did from Mikael for a thousand years. We were separated for six years by Marcel but I won’t run anymore.”

“Rae.”

He simply said my name before my phone started ringing so I took it out of my pocket seeing I was my brother. “J, hey. What’s going on?”

“Raelyn, we need you and Klaus to come back here. Something is happening with Andrea.” He was frantically talking through the phone.

Shaking my head I needed him to calm down. “Woah Jacob. Slow down. Just tell me what is going on there.”

“So uh….you know that thing we called the Hollow. Well apparently Andrea has been seeing a blue light calling out to her. It gives her nightmares and I don’t know what to do. We…I need your help.” My twin’s voice broke when he finished his sentence telling me he was terrified for his daughter.

Hanging up the phone Klaus lifted his gaze upward to me since I jumped to my feet. “What’s going on, love?”

“We’re going to New Orleans. My brother called for our help.” Stomping up the stairs I didn’t know that Klaus was smirking as I walked away with headstrong determination.

He mumbled to himself proudly. “She truly is a Queen.”

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