#HES SO FUCKING FINE?? bro i have eyes so like i Knew that from clips before but omfg this performance DID SMTH to me...

[letheldosage]

hey google what does it mean when a man looks at you and u forget how to breathe

[jishuuwrites]

STREAMER LOVE . . ꩜

synopsis: in which y/n, a famous streamer, collabs with Agent, her friend ever since her streamer career started, and hangs with him, he slowly realizes he's falling in love?! What should he do?

note: i wrote this late at night. lmk if u want part 2

"Chat, i am literally gonna die." Y/n sighed as she chugged her energy drink in the background, Agent looked at her before chuckling. "Don't die just yet. We have 47 more minutes until we can end stream." He looks back at his screen.

"Y/n, do a cartwheel." Agent reads one of the chats. Agent then looked at her, "No." She responded.

"Why not?" Agent asked as he adjusted his headphones. "Cause no." She mumbled. She then looked at Agent, who was still staring at her.

"Alright, fine. If i fucking fail i'll blame it on you." Y/n sighed as she put her energy drink on Agent's desk. She then waddled back and then attempted to do a cartwheel. She almost nails it, but she landed on her ass. "Ouch!!" She groans, rubbing her back.

Agent, who was laughing, looked at her, smiling. She looked back at him with a glare and a pout. "Don't laugh at me like that ever again bro." She huffed.

"You suck." He laughed, Y/n who wasn't taking this lightly said, "Let's see you do it then." She mumbled. "Don't do that." Agent spoke. She could've sworn he looked at her lips for a split second. Agent looks back at the screen.

"Yeah, sure, anyway chat, the craziest shit happened to me earlier before we streamed we were at a ca‐" And as if the world went into slow motion, Agent looked at her with the most lovestruck eyes. Not even realizing nor registering that she was saying something.

"–Ent. Agent!!" Y/n snapped her fingers towards his face. He then snapped out of his trance, looking at her eyes. "Are you that sleepy? We only have like.. 31 more minutes until we can end the stream." She sighed.

"Oh, uhm.. Yeah, i guess." Agent played it cool, trying not to make things obvious, but the chat already knew what he was trying to hide. Though, the girl in front of him was oblivious.

"Hmm.. Alright, i'll go to the bathroom." She then stood up from her chair and walked to the bathroom. Agent stared at her as she was walking away from the room before looking at the camera.

"Yall's better have not clipped that shit." He looked at the camera with a serious expression before breaking the act with a chuckle. "No, but seriously, though. Dont clip that."

Time has passed, and both Y/n and Agent were growing more tired each minute. 19 minutes left before they could end the stream. They both ordered some snacks, before they could even beegin eating, Fanum barged in.

"Fanum tax.." She mumbled to herself, rubbing her forehead. "Yo.. You don't mind giving me some of your burger, don't you, Agent?" Fanum had a sweet but menacing smile on his face.

Agent sighed before splitting the burger in half, giving him the smaller piece. "Nah, uh, the bigger one." He demanded, and Agent gave him the bigger piece.

Happy with what he got, Fanum exited the room. Y/n then burst out laughing, "Goddamn, you let him do you like that?" She giggled.

"Shut up." He playfully rolled his eyes, Y/n split her burger into halves. "Here, i'm not that hungry anyway." Y/n offered.

"You don't ha–" Agent then got cutoff by the girl, "Shut the hell up and take it."

Time went by so quickly, and they had 1 more minute to be able to end the stream. "Alright, chat. This is it, Me and Y/n are tired as hell. Uhm, Yep, that's all. Bye." After exactly 1 minute he ended his stream.

"Damn, i'm so tired.." She yawned, "Where the hell will you sleep? It's like 3am, and it's kinda dangerous out alone." Agent asks, plopping down on his bed.

"Oh, i didn't really think about that." Y/n sweatdropped, Agent then suggested she should sleep on his bed for the night. "No, it's your bed. I'll go sleep on the floor." She sighed.

"No, you sleep on the bed, I sleep on the floor." He says sternly. "How about we just share the bed, since we can't agree on one thing." She suddenly spoke up.

This made Agent blush slightly, but he brushed it off. "I mean, we can use a pillow to split our parts of the bed?" She shrugged.

"Sounds good to me, i guess..?" Y/n then plopped down right next to him and laid down, bringing a pillow to split the bed.

"I'm so fucking sleepy now, goodnight." She faces the opposite way of Agent, "I love you." He blurted out suddenly, thankfully, Y/n didn't hear it. Or did she?

"Repeat that.. When i wake up. Please.." She groaned as she hugged her pillow, Agent then grew nervous. "Oh." is all he could say.

again, lmk if u want part 2 hihi

[saltysaccharin]

Bbg

— [ELYSIUM AU-ISH] {NONCANON}

• characters :: shigaraki tomura, ryouga atsumu, himegami kuroi, extras

• genre :: crack

• warnings :: written while high. not literally high bc drugs are bad kids but like high in spirit /ij none

prompt / synopsis :: "call him baby girl"

word count :: ~900

a/n :: i had SUCH a day today. very eventful /pos. i should be sleepimg bc i'm tired from said day but bro. smth took over. and i churned out like 900 somwthing words of utter stupidity.

dw, not canon to elysium at all bc. frankly it's TOO stupid to be 🫶

Himegami ordering Shigaraki Tomura to get an updated-daily social media account was supposed to be serious. He was supposed to upload short 'reports' on his life rooming with Apollo every day, not.. whatever this was.

"'Call him baby girl for me'? What the fuck?" Shigaraki barked out a laugh, muttering the comment aloud as he read it and clearly finding it entertaining rather than taking offense to it (as he definitely would have a year or two ago). "Fine. I need to find the fucker first, though."

The audio translated the shuffling off of a couch very well; he had been blessed with a really good phone model by the very person he was planning to make fun of. Oops. Hey, he had to give his audience something, didn't he?

Nice place.

holy shit its actually happening someone clip this quick

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

rly went 'bet' lol

Idk what y'all expected ofc he'd do it XD

Shocker, the symbol of fear has no fear?!?!?

Shigaraki casually walked through the spacious penthouse, still using the front camera as the Live continued. His watchers' expressions of disbelief and amusement flooded the chat as he continued his search for a certain doctor.

talk about upper-class

*whistles*

Do u guys need an extra roomie maybe?? 🥺

Address drop or no balls

where is that

Finally peeking his head and his camera around the master bedroom's doorway, the lens focused on his prey. There, sitting at his work desk, was Ryouga Atsumu — otherwise known as Doc Apollo — tinkering with a foldable bow. The brunet grunted ever so often every time he ran into a particularly frustrating component to calibrate.

it's a wild apollo!

Sexy Heroes in your area right now! Click the link: <https://www.insertcreativedomain.com/japan-no-2>

help mods theres a fucking bot

@/ERĀ Mod get the bot pls

Im jealous ngl how come u get to live w/ him :(

@/ERĀ sic it

THE SPAMBOT LOLOLOLOL

An especially impatient fan sent a Gift into the Live in an attempt to encourage Shigaraki. The loud notification from it managed to catch Ryouga's notice, dragging his attention from his weapon directly to Shigaraki.

"Oh, hey. Need anything?" Ryouga smiled softly as he spun his chair to face the correct direction. With a hum, he tilted his head before pointing at the phone in Shigaraki's hand, "Is it rolling? Daily check-in?" He asked curiously.

"It's live," Shigaraki replied, stepping out of the concealment of the doorway since he'd been discovered. He straightened his camera as well. "People are watching in real time."

Ryouga made an O with his mouth in understanding and nodded. "Right, yeah. Well, you know I don't involve myself much with social media, Shigaraki; I have a whole group of people running my account for me."

WHAT

omg he's a boomer in disguise. i knew no guy could be perfect </3

Was this not common knowledge?

knowing Apollo having a team just for managing his Tweetr made my fucking week

Send help

Shigaraki waved his free hand in dismissal, "Yeah, yeah, I know all that—" He paused, suddenly narrowing his eyes as he stared directly at the former, "—baby girl." Delivered with absolutely no shame, accompanied by a singular finger gun and a tongue click.

Ryouga only stared in response, seemingly frozen in time. Mouth slightly agape, he blinked twice, then a bunch more times in quick succession before leaning forward in his chair and shaking his head. He knitted his eyebrows as he squinted at Shigaraki for answers.

"Baby what?"

Shigaraki snickered as his focus transferred to the live chat, his thousand-or-so viewers currently blowing up the inbox at the speed of a bullet train. The number signifying how many people were watching went up a slight amount as more people joined the stream.

"Nonono, you listen here," Ryouga pushed himself up from his seat before marching toward Shigaraki, who watched him approach through the camera rather than directly with his own eyes. The red-eyed man only grinned as the doctor gave him an incredulous look.

Quite the switch in expressions compared to their less amicable times with one another.

"Ryouga, it's fine, it's a fucking meme—" Shigaraki managed to explain between every other chuckle as he raised both hands in surrender, the camera angle disregarded as the screen now barely showed either of them fully, much to the dismay of the people watching. It captured a diagonally-warped perspective of Shigaraki's face as he looked at the off-screen Ryouga.

I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING :ANGR:

this is honestly hilarious i cant do this im gonna die today

PLEAS E

Nooo the videooooo

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

he looks like he's getting an earful

All the viewers could experience from that point on was hearing Ryouga chuckle and go: "Oh no, I know. I don't keep up with online trends but I'm not that blissfully unaware of my surroundings!" He huffed, albeit overdramatically just to prove his point.

"You.. know? Then why the hell did you give me that look? I thought I upset you!"

"Well, I'm not 'baby girl,'"

A brief shot of Shigaraki's lips being pecked followed that statement, the culprit disappearing from sight as quick as they had committed the crime.

"You are."

"...I'm not sure you know what 'baby girl' entails." Shigaraki coughed into his shoulder, attempting to hide the blush creeping onto his face.

Oh my GOD

WIFE HIM UP APOLLO LMFAOOOOOO

nvm not an earful. mouthful maybe LOL

This was disgusting & I don't mean that in a good way smh

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!!!

I feel like i've intruded on a moment here

🫣🫣🫣

THEYRE TOGWTHER??_?_(?? AND NOBODY TOLD ME?_(_!()")?

Aww what a cute couple (is sleeping on the highway)

gay gay homosexual gay

@/ERĀ you and me when

Dudeee wtfff (do it again)

When is it my turn to be happy

wait WHAT is happening i literally thought apollo and hawks were still a thing help me

GET IT

Himegami slowly breathed out into her intertwined fingers as she deadpanned at her laptop screen.

What in the nine circles did she just watch?

[the-storming-sea]

For prompts: Todoroki using every single Toshi-Izuku interaction to add to his "Izuku is All Might's secret love child' conspiracy board

Tfw its been like two to three days but Many Things have happened in that time. Oops

Uh, anyways–

"Dude. What. The. Fuck."

Sero, Kirishima, and Yaoyorozu stared, wide-eyed and nearly slack-jawed from the futon they currently sat at. Across from them, hanging off the wall was a large pinboard, polaroid pictures and newspapers articles with certain words and pictures circled in with bright red marker tacked onto different places, red string connecting each and every single one of those pictures together.

And in front of that pinboard stood Todoroki Shouto, one of the most powerful students at UA, son of the current Number One Hero, wide-eyed and wild-haired and probably, by definition, out of his fucking mind.

"Listen. I'm not crazy–"

"Literally everything that's happening now is providing evidence to the contrary."

"–but All Might is Midoriya's father."

"That's." Kirishima blinked, once, his brain attempting to process what his classmate was saying. "What?"

"All Might. Is. Midoriya's. Father," Todoroki said, slower, like he was trying to explain quantum physics to a toddler. Or to anyone.

"Todoroki, All Might's never been in a public relationship before," Yaoyorozu replied, slower. Of all of Todoroki's eccentricities, this had to be the weirdest one yet. "Not to mention, all of All Might's speculated relationships have been with men."

"Then at least one of his partners is trans, or he's trans!"

"They don't even look the same!"

"Then Midoriya gets his looks from his mother! They have the same quirk! They practically act the same!" Todoroki threw his hands up in exasperation, frost creeping on the side of his fingers. "I'm still right!"

"Bro, you've met Midoriya's mother."

"Artificial insemination! Adoption! Again, secret love child!"

Todoroki slapped his hand on the board, slightly burning the edges of one of the newspaper clippings. "Look, see here," he said, pointing to the clipping. Kirishima tentatively walked up, squinting at the headline. "Read this."

"'Mystery Samaritans Found Cleaning Up Takoba Beach.'" Kirishima frowned. "So?"

Sero's eyes brightened. "Oh, I remember that! I used to go to the beach all the time with my family," he said. "What's that gotta do with anything?"

"Look at this photo!"

Kirishima turned his eyes towards the photo, frowning. His eyes widened in shock.

"Holy shit, is that Midoriya?"

"Huh, so it is," Yaoyorozu said. "And...is that...?"

"YES!" Todoroki exclaimed, once again slapping his hand on the pinboard and startling his friends. "All Might, as he currently looks now, and Midoriya found at Takoba beach a full year before the school year starts. That means they knew each other before the school year started!"

"You repeated yourself."

"I know I know I know but why," Todoroki pressed, taking a deep breath, "why would All Might, in his weakened state before Kamino, be seen with Midoriya unless...unless that was his secret son."

He clapped his hands together just as he was finishing his point, clearly pleased by his argument. The three stared back at him, slightly alarmed.

"Or...maybe he just met him recently and they decided to clean the beach together," Yaoyorozu said tentatively. "It could happen."

"Or, or they decided to train for Midoriya's UA Exam together by lifting appliances at the beach! Or working out around the beach a year before!" he protested. "My father used to make me train by lifting up heavy objects ten times my size and pushing my quirk before the UA exam too!"

Sero frowned. "Todo, I know good parenting is a foreign concept to you, but comparing your relationship with your dad to Midoriya and All Might maybe isn't the best of ideas."

"I'm pretty sure Iida used to train with his hero brother in a very normal way," Todoroki nearly fucking pouted. The guy was really fired up– metaphorically and a little bit literally, judging by his floor. "But, but anyway, what I'm trying to say was that All Might, trying to make sure Midoriya would be strong enough for the entrance exam, made him clean up the beach because he was helping to train his son!"

Kirishima stared at him. "Bro."

"I'm right! Not to mention, why would he be in his thinner state around Midoriya if he wasn't his son?!"

"Maybe he told him about the weakened form back then by accident?" Sero said. "Todoroki, seriously. You're looking too deep into this."

"I agree," Yaoyorozu said. She loved her friend, truly, but as good as it was for Todoroki to exhibit any other emotion besides confusion and rage, this couldn't be healthy for him.

Todoroki groaned. "Okay, okay, fine. Exhibit B!" He pointed to a picture of All Might and Midoriya walking into All Might's office. "They eat lunch together! Who does that with a teacher?!"

Kirishima hummed. "Okay, I'll give you that one," he said, looking back at the others. "You gotta admit, that is a little suspicious."

"You forget, Midoriya broke his bones a lot at the beginning of the year just by activating his quirk," Yaoyorozu said, calmly. "As the Heroics teacher, All Might would want to make sure they can find a way for Midoriya to improve his quirk use without breaking his bones, so it would make sense for All Might to meet up with Midoriya out of class."

"But why continuously?!" Todoroki pressed. "Even after Midoriya got a handle of his quirk?!"

Yaoyorozu frowned. "Well, Bakugo meets with them now. Is Bakugo All Might's son too?"

"Details, details," Todoroki said with a wave of his hand. "Bakugo's practically Midoirya's boyfriend anyways. All Might probably wants to vet him or something."

"Somehow I believe that less than your 'All Might is Midoriya's dad' theory."

"They're going to get together, just you wait," Todoroki said. "Anyways, back to business. It's not just at school too! Even now that we're in the dorms, lately All Might will eat with Midoriya, alone, just the two of them!"

He pointed to another picture of Midoriya and All Might eating meat buns on a bench, no one else in sight, lightly chatting. "See! It would make sense if All Might ate with any one of us, or if there was a bigger crowd, but it's just those two! That's a normal parenting thing, right?"

"Dude how did you even get that picture."

"Irrelevant."

Yaoyorozu ran her eyes over the full board again, wincing internally. As...off-putting as her friend's efforts were, he did have a point. All Might's actions towards Midoriya were unprecedented of a teacher, Aizawa would certainly never be caught dead with any of them. And sure, they simply could be good friends who met a little before the Takoba news article picture, friends could be of all ages after all, but with the way All Might treated Midoriya daily, it was getting more and more likely that Todoroki's theory was correct. Which had some very interesting implications and also a media shitstorm on its way if it was true.

"And," Todoroki continued, now rambling as fast as Midoriya was, "did you know that All Might visited the Midoriya's to talk about the dorm system alone?"

Kirishima's mouth dropped. "Seriously?"

Todoroki nodded, eyes wide and a small smile on his face. "Aizawa-sensei told us himself back when he asked my father if I could stay in the dorms! My father asked where All Might was and Aizawa-sensei told him that they split up right before the Midoriya's!"

Sero's eyes widened. "Okay, I will admit that that's weird."

"I know right?!" Todoroki exclaimed, out of breath and restlessly pacing the floor. "Not only that, but All Might was one of the first people Midoriya texted right after he got his hero license. And Midoriya ended up interning with a hero who All Might knows directly and worked with Nighteye during his work-study who's All Might's only sidekick! And then Midoriya was invited personally to I-Island by All Might! And–"

Knock knock.

The group froze.

"Young Todoroki? Can I speak with you?"

Fuck.

Todoroki tentatively walked over to his door, opening it just enough to find All Might standing behind it, a worried expression on his face. "Are you all alright? The kids downstairs reported a lot of yelling, and I think you may have frozen and burnt through your floor?"

Todoroki looked back at his floor, which now looked slightly more like the training room back home than it did his dorm room. "Right. I can pay for that."

"No need my boy, just make sure it doesn't happen again or I think Aizawa'll have all of our heads," All Might chuckled. He then frowned, slightly opening the door more. "What on Earth is that?"

His eyes were pointed directly behind Todoroki, to the pinboard the high schooler had been deliriously gesturing towards for the past few minutes. Kirishima, Sero, and Yaoyorozu stared at each other awkwardly, shuffling their feet.

"Um...well, y'see–"

"All Might, is Midoriya your illegitimate child?"

The air paused. Everyone turned their eyes to the teen.

All Might blinked. "I'm sorry...what?"

WHAT THE FUCK, TODOROKI?!

"Todoroki, bro, you can't just ask shit like that!" Kirishima exclaimed, who now, like the many people around him, was going through all the stages of grief. "That's not one of those things you can just ask people!"

Todoroki tilted his head. "I asked Midoriya."

"YOU ASKED MIDORIYA?!"

"I–"

The kids now directed their attention back to All Might, who had managed to shake himself out of his stupor and somehow made his way to the pinboard. "I'm not...young Todoroki, believe me when I say I'm 100% sure I'm not Midoriya's biological father," he said, rapidly glancing back and forth from the board to Todoroki. "As...creepily impressive as this is," he continued, gesturing to the entirety of the board, "I've never had a child, and besides, young Midoriya's biological father works overseas, in America."

He pointed to the slightly burnt newspaper clipping of Takoba beach, looking back at Todoroki. "Is this about the Takoba beach cleaning?"

Todoroki nodded.

"Huh." All Might turned to the clipping, a strange, soft, thoughtful look on his face. "I didn't know they did a report about it." He turned back to Todoroki. "May I keep this?"

Todoroki nodded again, even slower, and a delighted smile appeared on All Might's face. The four students watched with wide eyes as he took the newspaper clipping in one hand and the pin in between his other fingers, gently lifting the pin from where it had been embedded in the pin board, lifting the newspaper clipping from its place, and placing the pin back where he had found it. Seconds passed. All Might rubbing his thumb over the picture in the newspaper with a soft chuckle. He then gently folded it, each crease careful not to tear the newspaper apart, before placing it in the pocket of his tracksuit.

Then, as if he remembered that there were other people in the room, he turned to Todoroki. "Ah, Aizawa-kun said that you had redecorated your room yourself, yes?"

Todoroki nodded, still stunned. "Perfect! The bots will be up here in a few minutes or so to repair your floor, and then refurbish your room any way you see fit." All Might clapped his hands together, a bright smile on his face. "Just try not to do it as much, alright? And please stop stalking young Midoriya and I. I don't know how many times I can catch you in the act before telling him that one of his best friend's have been stalking us to obtain proof of our non-existant biological relationship."

"You saw me?"

"Young Todoroki, I've been the number one hero for three and a half decades."

"Oh." Todoroki frowned. "Sorry."

"Just don't let it happen again, please." All Might took a heavy sigh before finally addressing the others in the room. "Young Kirishima, Yaoyorozu, and Sero, I'll be seeing you in class tomorrow. Plus Ultra!"

"See you!"

"See you tomorrow All Might!"

All Might left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Todoroki, Kirishima, Sero, and Yaoyorozu in the room, waiting for the repair bots to arrive, silent and bewildered with what had just transpired in the past ten minutes. The four of them couldn't move, only the sound of breathing being proof that any of them were even alive. After what felt like several, long, painstaking seconds, Todoroki turned to his friends.

"Y'know, All Might worked in America for a while."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, TODOROKI."

[drabbles-mc]

Courtesy Call

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: A "meet cute" with either EZ or angel where u are walking out of the gas station where the swole boys confrontation is taking place

Warnings: language, smoking, guns, Angel being a smartass

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I wrote for this lovely, lanky man. This request has been sitting in my inbox for a while but I was really feeling it tonight. I tweaked it a little bit but I think it still flows really well. I hope you enjoy!! xo

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There were very few good or fun things about your job at the gas station. It was nice that your boss wasn’t around much—the last thing you wanted to deal with on top of shitty customers was a supervisor breathing down your neck. And sometimes, in the midst of all the lulls and in between the rude people who rolled in and out throughout the day, you got to see some interesting things. For better or worse, travelers were never boring.

You heard the rumble of motorcycles pulling into the lot. The noise was deeper, had a little more muscle to it than the bikes that commonly rolled through your spot. You peeked out the window to look at the gas pumps, and you couldn’t help but to raise your eyebrows in surprise when you saw the two men that were getting off their bikes and unclipping their helmets. If only the bikers in your area looked like that.

One of them started walking towards the door and you immediately set your phone down on the counter, trying to look at the man who had entered without making it too obvious. He perused the aisles for a couple minutes, although he didn’t really seem like he was going to pick anything out to purchase.

He approached the counter and you flashed him a smile, your customer service voice immediately kicking in, “What can I get for you?”

“Just a couple packs of smokes, please,” he pointed to the ones he wanted.

You nodded, “You got it,” you grabbed two packs and set them on the counter, but as he reached for them you didn’t remove your hand. He looked at you, confusion apparent on his face. You chuckled, “ID?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “Really?”

You nodded, “Really.”

“Pfft,” he scoffed but there was still a smile on his face as he took his ID out of his wallet and handed it over to you.

You looked over it, nodded, and smiled as you handed it back, “Thank you, Angel.”

His smile shifted into a smirk of sorts, “You’re welcome, querida.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as you finished ringing him out. He flashed you a wink as he swiped the packs of cigarettes off the counter, “Have a nice day.”

You leaned forward onto the counter, watching him as he walked out, “You too.”

Once he was back outside you sat back down onto your chair, and even though you knew that you shouldn’t, that it was none of your business, you looked out the window to watch him talk with the other man that he had pulled in with. You watched as Angel placed a cigarette between his lips and you knew that you shouldn’t have found it as attractive as you did, but oh well.

Your quickly spiraling train of thought was derailed as you heard another set of motorcycles pull into the lot. You couldn’t stop yourself from sighing and rolling your eyes. The Swole Boys might’ve been local but it didn’t make you like or respect them. And it certainly never made them treat you any better, either.

You looked out the window and watched as they walked up to Angel and the other man, and you instantly became interested in how it was going to play out. You couldn’t hear all of what was being said at first, but you were certain that the men who had just rolled in weren’t being courteous, or smart.

The man that Angel had shown up with got off of his bike, and you found yourself walking out from behind the counter and going towards the door. You weren’t planning on going out there and putting yourself in the middle of it, but you wanted a better idea of what was going on. It was hard to hear from behind the counter.

You heard Angel’s voice, “Next time we’ll call the Slow Boys.”

Having the protection of the glass door was a godsend, because you weren’t able to stop the laugh that escaped you. No one ever talked to them that way, and you were thrilled that someone was stepping up to the plate and finally saying something.

The man next to Angel spoke up with a smirk tugging at his lips, “Sorry, he’s just picking up on the lack of cognitive energy comin’ our way.”

You found yourself covering your mouth with your hands as you laughed. Angel and his counterpart were clearly very pleased with themselves, both of them standing with a lot of confidence despite the mounting annoyance of the other bikers in front of them.

The Swole Boys started stepping closer and you saw Angel lean and grab something from his bag. Your eyes grew wide when you saw that he had a gun in his hand. It wasn’t raised, but you still didn’t know where this was going, if you were supposed to step in and say something. You didn’t get paid nearly enough to get shot on the job trying to protect a few douchebag gym-bros, but you didn’t want to say that you didn’t do anything. You saw that the gun was still at his side, so you stayed put and listened to the commentary he was providing. You had to admit it was amusing.

“Shut the fuck up!” Angel snapped and raised the gun, going back and forth pointing it at each of them.

Now the tension was a little too much for you to be completely comfortable with. You ahd no idea what you were going to do, but you couldn’t stand inside anymore. Silently, you slipped out the front door and stood on the sidewalk right in front of it, letting the situation play out a little more. Both Angel and the man with him spotted you, their eyes flicking over to you for a moment even though they didn’t say anything to you.

“You guys are an embarrassment,” Angel shook his head, gun still aimed at the men in front of him, “Now go climb on your homocycles and get the fuck out of here.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to let your shock be too present. You knew that it was still written all over your face, though. And the surprise only intensified when they actually backed off and went back to their bikes. They obviously wouldn’t have been able to go toe-to-toe with Angel and his friend, but on a different day they probably would have been stupid enough to try.

It wasn’t until the guys pulled away that Angel tucked his gun back into his bag and turned to look at you. the tough demeanor he’d just had completely fell away as he stepped a little closer to you.

“Sorry ‘bout all that,” he shook his head slightly.

You chuckled, “It’s fine. Just came out to make sure I wasn’t going to have to add hose blood out of parking lot to my to-do list.”

He laughed, “I would’ve at least stuck around to help with that.”

“No he wouldn’t have,” his friend said with a smile that would make anyone’s knees buckle.

“Man, shut up,” Angel shook his head with a laugh, “Don’t mind my brother—he was dropped on his head a couple times as a child.”

“By you?” you asked with a smile.

He held a finger up to his lips, “We don’t talk about it.”

You looked back and forth between them, crossing your arms over your chest, “You guys just roll into town to stir up trouble, or what?”

Angel shook his head, “Just passing through.”

“Sorry for the scene,” his brother said.

You shrugged, “All good. Not like we’ve got any customers to scare away.”

Angel laughed, “Right, right.”

“You guys should ride through more often,” you nodded towards the road, “Those guys don’t get told to shut the fuck up often enough.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Angel smiled as he hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, “try to swing by and keep ‘em in line.”

You didn’t comment on it, but you could see Angel’s brother smiling and shaking his head as he watched the two of you interact. Clearly Angel was no stranger to chatting up girls that they came across in their travels. Still, this was the most interesting thing that’d happened to you since you started working at the shitty little gas station so long ago. Plus there was something about the look in Angel’s eyes that made you believe that he was an adventure that you’d be up for.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you smiled.

Angel chuckled as he took his phone out of his kutte and handed it over to you, “If you give me your number, I can give you a, uh, a little courtesy call next time I’m around.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you took his phone. For a moment you contemplated putting in a fake number, but going against whatever little alarm bells were going off in the back of your mind, you gave him your real one before handing the phone back over to him.

“Looking forward to it.”

“Let’s go, Angel,” his brother called from his bike with a laugh.

“Looks like you gotta go,” you nodded in the direction of their bikes.

“I’ll see you ‘round, querida,” he shot you a wink before turning to walk away.

“Try not to shoot anyone, boys,” you called after them with a laugh.

Angel smiled over at you as he clipped on his helmet, “No promises.”

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The Demon Bros: Waking up from their first sex dream about you

Lucifer

• His alarm goes off and he jolts upright in bed, thoughts and images from his dream racing through his mind

• He realizes that he’s very hard, and his face is covered in a deep blush

• He sorts out his little (big) problem, and goes to breakfast, desperately trying to get his mind off the dream

• He’s almost successful, until he opens the doors and sees you sitting alone at the table, wearing a tank top and shorts

• “M-Morning, MC” he stammers

• You look up, “Lucifer? Are you alright?” you ask, never having heard him stutter before

• “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired” he brushes off the question, and you can tell something is up, but don’t want to push him

• “Alright Luce, come sit. I’ll get you tea” you say, pulling back the chair that’s next to yours as you get up, walking over to the table to get him his favorite tea

• You accidentally bump into him, and his face blushes deep red

• “Lucifer, are you sure everything is okay? You know you can always talk to me”

• “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you”

• You can feel his eyes burning into your back as you make his tea

• You walk it to him and set it down in front of him, his eyes staying locked on you the entire time

• “Lucifer…” you start, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours

• You’re surprised, but definitely not upset about this, and once the surprise wears off you grip the back of his hair with your fingers

• The two of you get pretty carried away, you’re straddling his hips when Asmo opens the door and gasps

• “Finally!! Congrats, MC!! You finally put the moves on Lucifer, huh”

• You blush, and Lucifer smirks at you, “Oh? So you’ve wanted to do this for a while then?”

• “Oh damn, did Lucifer make the first move? I wasn’t expecting that!” Asmo giggles, “But either way I’m glad you two are finally clearing the sexual tension

• You clear the sexual tension all right, for the rest of the day and into the night oops

Mammon

• It’s the middle of the day when he’s suddenly hit with the memory of his dream

• He’s hanging out with you in his room, you’re doing homework and trying to get mammon to study for a test he has

• He goes silent, and you look over to see a hand over his mouth, like he’s in shock

• “Mammon?”

• “It’s nothing…don’t worry about it human”

• You punch his arm playfully, but he jerks away

• Your heart stings, and it’s clear on your face

• “MC, shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…”

• “Mammon…what was that?”

• He doesn’t want to be honest, but he knows you’ll get the truth out of him one way or another

• So, he tells you

• You blush, like a lot

• He gets a bit rambly at the end, talking about how he hopes this doesn’t change your friendship and that he doesn’t want you to be upset with him

• Only one way to reassure him that you aren’t…

• A kiss!

• He’s !! at first, but then relaxes into the kiss

• “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now, Mammon. This was the perfect excuse”

• He get’s all cute and blushy

• “Awh, you have a crush on the Great Mammon!” he teases

• “Shut up~” you blush, and lean in and kiss him again

• You feel like you could kiss him for hours and not get tired of it, so that’s exactly what you do

Leviathan

• He wakes up covered in sweat, breathing heavily

• It’s 3 in the morning, so he knows you won’t be awake

• Wait, you’re his best friend! He can’t have a sex dream about his best friend!

• That’s when he hears his phone vibrate, and it’s none other than you

• Within a few minutes you’re knocking on his door, wearing the hoodie he leant you no less

• “Levi…I had a nightmare…can we cuddle” you whisper, usually not this forward but it was 3 am and you just wanted to be in your crush’s arms

• He nods, and the two of you walk to his bed

• You notice he’s a bit, well, hard, and don’t know whether or not to mention it

• But it’s 3 am and you’re hit with a wave of horniness, so when he spoons you you push your ass against him

• You feel him tense up, but the quiet moan that escapes his lips is validation enough for you to slowly begin grinding against him

• His hand holds your hip as you grind against him, both of you breathing heavily

• You turn to face him, the two of you locking eyes and silently agreeing that you were going to take your friendship to the next level

• You climb on top of him and resume grinding against him, bringing your lips together in sloppy, hungry kisses

• You have sex, and fall asleep in each other’s arms

• The next morning you’re both 😳, but you confess to having liked him for a while and by the time you’re at breakfast the two of you are officially dating

Satan

• He fell asleep in his chair reading again, but notices the blanket draped over him, bookmark carefully placed in his book that was not placed on the table beside him

• He quickly places that you were reading with him, and blushes at your kindness

• His blush then deepens when he’s hit with the memory of his dream

• Clips of you kissing, grinding against him, him thrusting deep into you in every position he could imagine flying through his mind, and he realizes that he’s very hard because of it

• He turns to look at his bed, and is surprised to find you in it, sitting by the window and reading late into the night

• You notice him stir, and turn to look at him. You’re dressed in just one of his tee shirts and your underwear. “Hey there sleepyhead” you tease, “Want to come lay down?”

• He nods, but realizes he can’t get up without you seeing his ~issue~

• “Satan?”

• “Mmmm…I’m gonna stay here for a minute” he says, and you think you know what’s going on

• You stand up, walking over to him and swaying your hips a bit more than usual, letting his shirt graze your thighs

• You watch as his eyes trail your body, smirking as your heart rate increases

• You stand at the front of the chair and lean over, resting your hands on the arms of his chair and putting your faces close together

• “Satan~ Why won’t you come sleep with me~” you tease, fully accepting that you were basically confessing to him

• He exhales with sexual frustration, and you lean even closer

• “Satan…” you whisper breathily against his lips, and before you know it his hands are holding your face and he’s kissing you deeply

• You spend the rest of the night making his dream come to life

Asmodeus

• He wakes up ~fashionably late~, and is in the middle of picking his outfit when he remembers

• He blushes a bit, but chuckles to himself

• “MC, MC…you’ve got me…huh” he admits to himself, and sends you a quick text asking you to come to his room

• You arrive within a few minutes, and can tell that he has something crazy he’s going to propose

• But you didn’t expect that he was going to confess a sex dream about you !

• It’s not like you hadn’t had them about him, but you didn’t think he’d had them about you

• “So, whaddya say? Care to make my dream come to life~”

• You blush and nod, “It’d be my pleasure~”

• You simultaneously bring your lips together and running your hands up and down each other’s bodies

• You walk to the bed together, falling back on it with him on top of you, rolling his hips perfectly against yours

• He starts kissing down your neck, and you shakily breathe out his name, begging him to keep going

• You go for quite a few rounds, him bringing you to as many climaxes as you bring him

Beelzebub

• He’s surprisingly calm about the whole thing

• That is, until he sees you in the kitchen, still in your pajamas and sleepily eating a bagel

• He quickly checks you out, which you act like you don’t notice

• You heart was warm at the sight of him coming in, and it beat fast when you saw him check you out

• You get up and walk to him at the fridge, slipping your body in front of his and pressing against him

• “Morning Beel” you say, exaggerating the tiredness in your voice because you knew he thought it was cute

• “Morning baby” he responds, not realizing the pet name until after it slipped out

• You smile, turning around to face him and reaching your arms up and wrapping your arms around his neck

• “I like the pet name, honey. You should keep using it”

• He blushes, but nods. He looks into your eyes, trying to read them

• You make it easier for him, “So Beel, does this mean I can call you mine”

• He’s a bit taken aback by how forward you’re being, but leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead

• “Please~”, his voice is soft but confident, and he feels like he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, even though he just realized it this morning

• You bring his face down and lightly kiss his lips, smiling against them

• “Good” you say, heart smiling with love for your boyfriend

Belphegor

• He’s woken up from a nap abruptly, eyes shooting open with realization over what just happened

• He can usually control his dreams, which is why he was so surprised by this one

• He knew his heart felt different around you, but he didn’t think anything of it

• Until now, that is

• And he jumps out of his skin when he hears you knock on his door, “Belphegor! We have class, let’s go! Lucifer’s getting pissed!”

• “Uhhhh fuck” he groans, “Gimme a minute”

• “One minute, and then I’m coming in” you warn him, not wanting either of you to face the wrath of Lucifer (and also because you loved how much his room smelled like him)

• You wait about 20 seconds before opening the door, and you freeze and blush when you catch him shirtless, only in boxers

• “Damn, my bad” you say, but don’t move

• You hold eye contact for a moment, neither of you saying anything before you take the move and trace your eyes down his body, stopping on his boxers and tracing the outline of his length, which you note is very hard

• You step in and close the door behind you, locking it

• “Belphie~” you tease, walking towards him as he backed up towards his bed, nervous about what your intentions were

• “You put a hand on his bicep, and squeeze lightly, “I can uh, help you, if you want” He takes a moment to think, but nods and presses his hips to yours

• You miss your first class of the day heh

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The Dark Team (part 5)

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“You gotta be kidding”, scoffed Bucky, entering the tiny hotel room. Loki, hiding his face between his hands, muttered something among the lines of “so hideous my own mother would throw up”.

“Sorry Bucks, that’s all I could get if you’re staying that far away from the last Hydra base you had contact with. Take turns to sleep or something and don’t fuck up too much”, said Tony from the other side of the line.

“It’s fine”, you said, throwing your bags on the side of one of the two individual beds. “I won’t sleep tonight, I have to figure this out. You guys try to get some rest and I’ll sleep after”.

“After what?”.

“I don’t know, after Christmas, Odinson. What are we talking about?”.

“Wow, mean”.

“I’ll take the one near the window, it’d be easier to throw myself off it in case you two want to keep doing that”, said Bucky.

Loki laid down on the other bed without taking his coat off, adopting a mummy-like position. He kept his eyes open. Incredibly creepy, you thought. Bucky took off his jacket and shoes and jumped on the bed, getting absorbed by it. You know, like a normal person would.

“Ahh, this mattress is gonna do wonders to my back ache”.

“Old man”, you laughed from the floor. You distributed different laptops with information, a pile of papers and files you knew you needed to have on paper, a huge map full of points marked, and a cup of coffee none of them realized you had made in the first place. Bucky muttered to himself "how the fuck..." but you paid no mind.

The sky darkened faster than you imagined, and the only lights in the room were the bright screens in front of you. Your phone started ringing and you glanced at the sleepy boys. Both looked completely passed out. You made your way to the balcony, closed the door behind you, and finally answered.

“Hey Pete”.

“Dude, you won’t believe this”.

“Probably not”.

“I had a dream that I think it wasn’t a dream. I think it was a memory”.

“Mhm”.

“It’s about Mr. Loki”.

“Alright”.

“Can you at least pretend you care?”.

“I care, bro. Don’t stress it. It’s just… Sorry, I’m really tired. Been fighting all day with that asshole. And the only time he didn’t get all snarky on me was when I was on the verge of sweet and peaceful death”.

“You… you were what”.

“Anyways, what was that dream about?”.

“I’m telling you, it was a memory. And it was from Mr. Loki, and I think it has to do with…”.

“Hold it. I can’t take you seriously if you call him Mr. Loki. It’s like I called you Mr. Peter. It’s absurd”.

“He has no last name”.

“Odinson”.

“That’s not a last name, that’s who he’s son of”.

“I don’t know how Mythology works, alright? Wait, so you think we collectively forgot something about him? As in the Mandela Effect?”.

“Didn’t he have mind powers? I’m telling you, I think he is actually up to something. Don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that us from all…”, he kept conspiring, but an all-too-familiar voice interrupted his ramblings.

“Hello, midgardian. It’s about time. Do you have the plan already?”.

“Yes”.

“Good. Rest and we’ll do it after”.

“Do you mind?”, you pointed at his bed.

“Not at all”.

You cut the call with Peter after saying goodbye and went to Loki’s bed. As you laid your head on the pillow, you felt the warmth still in there. It was sort of comforting, in an unusual way. It even smelled a bit like him, though you weren’t sure how you already knew the scent. Your eyelids fell heavy as soon as you allowed them to, and you passed out for at least four hours. When you woke up, the morning was barely starting to lighten up the city, and Loki and Bucky were having a staring contest. Or something like that.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were about to make out”.

“Eugh, gross”, said Loki, rolling his eyes.

“Hah, you pulled your eyes away first. I win”.

“Oh, was that the purpose of this? I was just gazing at your dreamy and soft blue eyes, Barnes”.

“I can cut the air with your sexual tension", you said, chuckling.

“The only thing that will be getting cut is your neck. With my knives”.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart”, mocked Bucky, totally getting into the rol. Loki got up with a tiny smile. Deep down, he was enjoying the friendly chattery.

You began explaining the development of the mission. It was quite easy actually. You needed a stick; that pendrive was always on a Hydra worker, and there were three possible individuals. You were three. It was almost as if it was made for the Dark Team.

The first part of the plan was directed by Bucky. He had to kidnap the first suspect and make him think he was the terrifying Winter Soldier. In that fear, he’d take some information out without having to actually harm him physically (or maybe just a little, you know, the whole abduction part).

The second part should be done at the same time than the first one, and this one belonged to the God of Lies. Loki had to pretend to be the man Bucky had kidnapped, and make small talk, little conversations with his coworkers to get a general idea of where the stick could be. Take out information in the most unnoticed way he could.

The third part had to be synchronized in half of the second one. Loki had to pull the third suspect away from his office, whatever the reason. You’d infiltrate in the office and go through his stuff. You studied and analyzed his personality briefly through his social media; he wasn’t the kind of guy to keep something important like that on himself. He had to have it locked away somewhere safe. Preferably on a Hydra base, because what’s safer than that? Who could possibly break in?

“Whichever finds the stick first, lets the other teammates know and we all leave as fast as we can. It’s a matter of minutes until the alarm goes off after that pendrive is out of the building; it has a sensor”, you finished.

“Sounds good”.

“And if something goes wrong?”.

“I have a plan B, C and D for the possible outcomes. Don’t worry”. You handed them earbuds and clipped barely visible microphones to their clothes. “Don’t lose this, otherwise we have no means to communicate. And remember we’re a team, and we behave like such. Every modification to the original plan goes through the other two, understood?”.

“Clear as water”.

“Let’s get working, then”.

[nadisabug]

Pairing: Osamu Miya x fem! reader

Genre: angst </3

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight alcoholism

Word Count: 1.4k

Requested: @kohi-zeri

Summary: Osamu was a stubborn man who never admitted his wrongs. But late nights spent thinking about nothing but you can change a man.

A/N: this one is based off of baby come back by player and is super angsty. Thank you for the beta and help @snoozless I may make a part two if people are interested in that so let me know!

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Osamu stumbled to his door, crashing against it as he tried to enter his apartment. The shock sent some clarity to his head. Keys, he needed keys. Leaning against the door, he dug his hand into his pocket and fished around. Sharp, jagged metal scraped his hand, but he felt numb to it. The alcohol buzzing in his veins was enough to dull the pain. He pulled the keys out and promptly dropped them. 

He cursed. 

Osamu leaned down to pick them up, and with him the world tilted and spun. It felt like a broken clock hand, ticking then resetting. Spinning, then clicking back into place. 

Grabbing at the keys blindly, he managed to pick them up. As he stood back up, he had to hold onto the door handle to keep himself from falling. He brought the keys up to his face to select the correct key before jamming it into the lock. 

He fell through the door once it opened, barely catching himself in time. Osamu righted himself and closed the door behind him, barely remembering to throw the lock back into place. He stumbled to his bedroom and threw himself face first onto the bed. He laid there, face buried in the covers and started to drift off…

That is, until his phone began to ring. 

He ignored the first call. 

And the second. 

Once the third began to sound he rolled over onto his back and picked up the phone. 

“Whadda fuck you want?” He slurred. 

“Fuck man, calm ‘yerself. Just checkin to make sure you got home okay,” Atsumu’s familiar drawl poured through the speaker. “You were fucken out of it, bro. But again, you insisted on walken yerself-”

“Well, I’m home alright,” Osamu snapped. 

Astumu paused for a moment. “You gonna be alright?”

“Fuck you mean?”

“It’s been a month today,” Atsumu said softly. “‘Ts why I didn’t give you shit for calling me out to drink with you.”

“Oh it has?” Osamu feigned ignorance. He knew damn well what today was. Why did shitty ‘Sumu have to remind him?

“Cut yer shit ‘Samu. It’s okay to hurt but doing this…” Atsumu sighed. “‘M worried bout ya.”

“I’m fine,” Osamu spat. “Besides, what right do I have to hurt? I’m the one who broke up with her.”

“Yeah, but still-”

“I’m home fine. Now goodnight shithead.”

Atsumu sighed. “Goodnight, just rem-”

Osamu hung up. 

Spending all my nights, all my money going out on the town / Doing anything just to get you off of my mind

Osamu stirred. His brain was still foggy, and his room still dim. He stretched out on the bed, pulling his arms up and over. His muscles felt tight and sore, probably from the practice ‘Sumu talked him into. 

He sighed as he relaxed onto the bed, a dull thrumming in his head. It hurt, and he craved your touch to remedy it. He rolled over and patted the other side of the bed, intending to curl into you.

He opened his eyes. 

Where were you?

You often got up before him, so this was nothing new. You were probably making breakfast for him. He sat up, groggily, and cleared his throat. 

“Y/n? Can you get me some water?” He called out. “My head’s killing me and I don’t-”

His eyes landed on the bare half of the dresser. He still hadn’t moved his stuff over from when you left. 

That’s right.

You weren’t here. 

Osamu felt a wave of emotion hit him as the realization washed over him, leaving him shaken and cold. 

He suddenly felt like an idiot for calling out to you, of course you weren’t here. He did that. He made you leave. 

Osamu laid down and pulled the covers back over him. 

For some reason, it was terribly cold.

He fought hard to swallow the lump in his throat.

But when the morning comes, I'm right back where I started again / And tryna forget you is just a waste of time

“Something bring ya down?”

Osamu looked up at the elderly cashier. She was giving him a soft, small smile. Pity.

“No of course not, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” Osamu responded, a little confused. 

“You just look like you have a broken heart,” she smiled sweetly. She had so much care in her eyes. Just like you did when he told you to-

“Since when did they pay you to give out therapy?” Osamu snapped. He couldn’t hold himself back, anger dripped from his voice. 

“S-sorry hun, I just-”

“Well don’t,” he growled. He paid quickly and stormed out of the store. 

He didn’t realize until he got to the car that he forgot his groceries.

All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado / Tryna keep up  smile that hides a tear

Osamu sat nervously checking the clock. Why was his good-for-nothing brother so late? He was supposed to have been here 15 minutes ago. 

He waited longer, and the longer he waited the more he regretted it. 

But then his phone buzzed. 

Osaumu walked as slowly as he could to the door and opened it. On the other side was his shitty brother. Atsumu nodded, and Osamu let him in. 

“Ya know, she was the only one who supported you quittin’ volleyball.”

“Huh?” Osamu closed the door and stared at his brother. 

“Just thinking about it,” Astumu shrugged.

“This isn’t even about her,” Osamu sighed. He walked to the kitchen counter where he already had a bottle and two glasses. 

“Oh, fer fuck’s sake, can you quit lyin’ to me?” Atsumu’s drawl coated his words heavier as his frustration rose. 

Osamu thought about some responses, but he didn’t use any of them. He just looked at the bottle; he couldn’t count how many he had been through this week. 

“I… I can’t sleep without her…” Osamu’s voice was raw with emotion. He had to fight back the lump in his throat. 

Atsumu took the bottle gently from him and placed it in the trash. 

“You know what you need to do. I don’t need to tell ya that.”

And Osamu knew that Atsumu was right. 

But as the sun goes down, I get that empty feeling again / How I wish to God that you were here

Osamu kept walking. 

It was all that he could do. 

He didn’t even bring his head phones, he was too sleep deprived to remember them. He hadn’t been able to sleep, so he decided a walk might tire him out. 

But as he walked it began to rain.

And he kept walking.

He wanted to believe that he was doing this because he deserved it. Like this was his punishment. That’s why he kept walking in the rain, in danger of catching a cold. 

But he knew better when he approached the familiar door. 

He stood there in front of it for god knows how long. He was about to leave when he saw a light flick on in the house. 

Fuck it.

He reached out and knocked. 

Then waited. 

Then the door opened.

“What?” It was a short word. Clipped, sharp. It stabbed Osamu right in the chest. You were upset. You had every right to be. But all he could do was soak in the sight of you. 

You were standing on the other side of the door, clad in your old pajamas. He used to give you shit about those ratty things, about how you both had money to get a new pair. You always just said that they were comfy. 

But right now he couldn’t imagine you in something more beautiful.

“Hello?” You sighed and threw a hand on your hip. 

Osamu struggled to find the words.

Baby come back, any kind of fool could see / There was something in everything about you

“Can we… can we talk?”

“About what?” You sighed. You looked tired. Exhausted. 

“About us… I… I’m sorry… please…” Osamu hated the raw emotion in his voice, but he knew it had come to this. He had to do this. He couldn’t bear another night alone.

You sighed, stepping to the side and motioning for Osamu to come in. “Fine. Talk.”

Osamu walked in and you closed the door behind him. He turned to see you standing at the door impatiently. 

Then he began to talk.

Baby come back, you can blame it all on me / I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

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I still felt blank the next morning. Waking up, showering, getting dressed… Each step happened in a muted haze.

It wasn't until I hit a minor inconvenience that I was able to start truly waking up.

It started when I was waiting for the kettle to make tea. I was shuffling through the multitude of boxes in the cupboard to find the one that I liked. Eventually I came upon the box in question. It was sitting, slightly crumpled, behind the honey. More importantly, it was empty.

Which shouldn't have mattered, really.

But it did.

"What the fuck?" I grumbled, tossing the box into the trash.

I turned back to the cupboard, thinking I might find a substitute there. I was wrong. Any other day I would have settled for just whatever I happened to come across first. But today, I wanted to start off correctly. If I could just have this one cup of tea go smoothly, then everything else would go smoothly.

But smooth, it seemed, was not an option today.

And so it was that I was found, sitting on the floor, snuffling like a scolded child, by Seunghyun and Jiyong.

"Woah, hey," Seunghyun kneeled next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder, "what happened? Did you get hurt?"

"No," I tried not to blubber, quickly wiping my eyes with my already wet hands.

"What's wrong jagi?" Jiyong squatted, speaking softly.

"It's so stupid," I protested their concern, now using the hem of my shirt to dry my cheeks, "I'm being an idiot."

I gave a shaky laugh, fighting the urge to cry harder.

"Who gives a shit about tea, right?"

"What?" Jiyong asked.

"So fucking stupid," I muttered, "this is embarrassing."

"That's fine," Seunghyun offered me his arm, "we don't have to talk about it."

"But…" Jiyong started to press, but was silenced by a stern look from Seunghyun. He stood up, looking cowed, and retreated to the other side of the breakfast bar.

"Come on."

I clasped onto Seunghyun’s arm and let him assist me in standing.

"Do you want to cancel the meeting with the lawyer?"

"No," I shook my head, "it has to happen. Might as well get it done, right?"

“Yes,” he agreed, “but if the tea is enough to upset you, I can’t imagine what a lawyer might do.”

“Yah,” Jiyong admonished Seunghyun for his joke.

But I laughed. He wasn’t trying to be cruel. I knew his voice when he wanted to be mean, and this wasn’t it. In fact, joking away the minor break-down was exactly what I needed.

“I’m choosing to trust you to intervene if it gets too bad.”

-----

“Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” I defended myself without thinking.

Seunghyun gave a politely muffled laugh and reached out to place a hand on my knee.

Until that exact moment, I had not been even slightly aware that it had been bouncing, powered by a combination of caffeine and anxiety.

“Fine,” I firmly planted both of my feet on the ground, “I’m a little nervous.”

“It will be fine, as long as you stop shaking all your luck off,” Seunghyun… well I couldn’t say he reassured me. He said it flatly, like an inattentive parent might remind a child that tripping wasn’t the end of the world.

“Last time I talked to a lawyer was after I was hit by a bus,” I blurted out.

It was true, but the basic statement always made it sound more dramatic than it had really been.

Seunghyun, who had been scrolling through his phone as we waited, now pocketed the device. He shifted in his seat, his hand on my knee tightening slightly.

"I'm sorry," he shook his head slowly, "what happened?"

"I just got clipped by it," I shrugged, "look, one of my arms is longer because of it."

I held my hands up in front of me.

"I'll line up my wrists, and you can see my right elbow…"

I trailed off, letting my odd anatomy finish the sentence for me.

Seunghyun lifted his hand from my knee and tapped one of my pinkies.

"Is that what happened here?"

"No," I let my left hand drop to my lap and wiggled the fingers of my right, "that got broken the first time I broke a cement block."

I made my hand a fist, shaking my head.

"Stupid mistake. I just didn't tighten it quite enough."

"What about here?" He traced a line on the back of my hand.

"Where?" I flattened my hand, looking it over.

"There," he ran his finger along a strip of slightly darker skin.

"That's a burn. I've worked in kitchens before," I shrugged, lifting my left hand to mimic the right, "I've got plenty of miscellaneous marks from that."

Seunghyun nodded, taking my hand in his and looking it over.

"Hyun…"

"This one looks like you got cut," he highlighted a line on my palm.

"Oh yeah," I nodded, "I actually had to get a lot of antibiotics for that one. I was washing the dishes at a deli, and I didn't know that the blade from the… uh…" I was stumped for words. "The round knife thing, for cutting meat? It was in the sink."

"It's like you're followed by bad luck," Seunghyun shook his head.

He was apparently finished with his exploration of my past wounds, though he didn't let go of my hand. Instead, he threaded his fingers between mine. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he kept my hand in his, resting against his thigh as he pulled his phone back out of his pocket.

"Hyun, this is a bit…"

"Hmm?" His eyes met mine.

I wiggled my and, via the transitive property, his hand.

"Oh," he looked surprised for a second, retracting his hand from mine, "sorry. I…"

"Choi-ssi? The lawyer will see you two now."

-----

It was just so much legalese, which I was not nearly as fluent in as I'd like to be. I allowed Seunghyun to speak for me, silently fuming because I knew that the only thing holding me back was linguistics.

The lawyer was professional enough. Their words were kept primarily directed towards me, despite the difficulties presented. However, by the end of the meeting they had completed a slow turn about to where I was left by the wayside in favor of talking with Seunghyun directly.

As for Seunghyun, who's proficiency with English I had not yet found the extent of, he acted less as a translator and more as an interpreter. After a few sentences would pass, he would look to me, eyebrows raised in a question. If I shook my head, he'd do his best to break things down into plain language.

-----

It was not until we were gone, picking up some drinks, that an issue occurred to me.

"Isn't the whole point of lawyers to be the middle-man between the law and their client?"

"Hmm?" Seunghyun’s eyes stayed on the menu as he prompted me to continue.

"You shouldn't have been the one making things simpler," I explained. "If they were professional, and really knew their stuff, they would be able to explain it even to a child."

"You're not a child though."

My brain short-circuited for a moment. So many conversational branches were extended before me. Should I point out that he himself had called me a child before? Should I keep arguing the professionalism point?

"Do you want yuja or pomegranate?"

I looked up, seeing we were now second in line. Pursing my lips, I scanned the menu board as quickly as I could.

"The…"

"If you don't choose, I will."

I shot Seunghyun a dirty look before returning my attention to the menu.

"Five… four…" he started counting down, an annoying teasing tone to his voice.

"Oh! Saem! Luna!"

Immediately, Seunghyun stopped his countdown. His hand flew up to his face, double checking that his mask was firmly in place.

I blinked, looking around for where the voice had come from.

A surprisingly tall young man behind the counter was leaning forward, smiling brightly. The espresso tamper in his hand was apparently forgotten.

"Oh," I tried to read the name embroidered on his work uniform using only my peripheral vision, "hi there…"

His grin widened as he reached up and covered the name.

"You still do that," the boy teased me. We must have had a pretty good rapport.

He continued, this time in English.

"Just take a minute, and try to remember."

This was definitely one of my students. He mimicked my tone and inflection almost perfectly, parroting one of my go-to encouragement phrases to me.

"Ah," I sighed, trying to remember, "sorry, I have so many st-"

"Try one more time," he clipped the pronunciation of one, lending me a clue, "in English for me, please."

"Okay," I squinted, "you were in one of my older classes, right? Around high school age?"

"Luna…" Seunghyun tried to pull my attention back to the ordering process.

"Yuja with black tea," I quickly gave him my order before turning back to the boy in front of me.

"You used to yell at Wootaek for teasing me," he offered.

"Oh my god!" I raised a hand to my mouth, trying to cover my complete surprise, "Han Do-yun! You're so big now!"

His grin somehow got even bigger, his eyes disappearing into his cheeks. He had also changed his hairstyle, but the deep dimples on his cheeks were still recognizable.

"It's been a long time, right?" Do-yun took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. "I guess last time you saw me I was maybe…" he floated a hand just below my eye level, "this tall?"

"Luna?"

Seunghyun's hand landed gently on my arm.

"Ah," I did a double take sort of look between the two of them, "yes?"

"We should move out of the way." He nodded towards the end of the counter where our drinks would be presented to us.

"Yes, right," I turned back to Do-yun, "sorry, good to see you but I should…"

"Of course, I'm at work too," Do-yun nodded, replacing his hat.

-----

"Who was that?"

"Hmm?" I was concentrating on taking the lid off my cup without spilling it all over the interior of the car I would never be able to afford.

"Han Do-yun!" Seunghyun mimicked not only my tone from earlier, but what I could only assume was an exaggerated version of my expression. "How do you know so many people?"

I temporarily abandoned my quest for citrusy tea goodness. Keeping my eyes on the cup in my hands, I decided that being serious and straight forward was best.

"Hyun," I started. I was a little surprised by how easily I had taken to shortening his name.

"Yes?" He dryly answered. If he was surprised by the nickname, his tone did nothing to show it.

"Jealousy is not a good look for a potential husband."

I gave up on the idea of getting the lid off the cup. Lifting it to sip through the small hole in the plastic, I cast a sideways glance at Seunghyun.

Smiling, cocky, unbothered. What would I give to make him slip up even once?

"In what world would I be jealous of that kid?"

"Probably this one,” I cocked my head, pretending to think over the question, “where he's a good ten centimeters taller than you."

"Believe it or not, that is not what happened."

"Then what is happening?"

His smile changed. Less cocky now. He reached across the center console and gripped my hand for a second, just enough time for a squeeze before returning his hand back to the shifter.

"We have a schedule to keep."

-----

"Why are we here?"

Ostentatious was a word that I did somewhat associate with the United States. However, in the case of the consulate, they seemed to have learned some subtlety. It just looked like a generic office building that happened to have an American flag out front.

"Might as well get started on your passport situation," Seunghyun explained, double checking the job he had done on parking.

"I don't have my documents," I protested.

"Yeah," he smiled, an indulgent one this time, "that's kind of the point. You have your alien registration card, right?"

I huffed, pulling my wallet from my bag. Obviously, he wasn't going to let me off the hook any time soon.

"Well sure, I'm not a criminal."

-----

"Care to explain how I had an appointment that I didn't know about?"

Seunghyun didn't look up from the screen of his phone.

"I made you one," he answered, entirely unconcerned.

"So you basically planned for today to be the day to get stuff done?"

He pocketed his phone, stretching his legs out in front of him. A single popping noise came from his knee.

"Oof," he groaned at the sound. "I just thought you might need a push."

If he saw the frown that crossed my face, he didn't directly acknowledge it. Instead, he lifted a hand and ran a finger along my arm.

"Tell me about this one," Seunghyun traced a scar along the outer edge of my forearm.

"Why?" I was beginning to get annoyed. Defensive, even.

"I want to know what to keep you away from. So far it's buses, washing dishes, and hot stoves."

"What a bad wife I would make," I joked, trying to redirect the conversation away from my assorted blemishes.

"Not for two weeks at least."

He was idly looking over my hands again, running his fingers delicately over the various nicks.

"Two weeks?" I asked, "you’re trying to get married as soon as the show ends?"

"That too," he shrugged, finger now tracing a semicircular mark on my forearm, "but I was talking about how long it will take for your replacement passport to arrive."

"I'm pretty sure it takes six weeks," I pointed out.

He didn't bother to look up from his inspection to answer me.

"You're assuming I won't pay to expedite it."

"I can pa…"

"Number 417?"

I stood, approaching the desk.

"Yes, hello, hello…" I wasn't sure which language I should be speaking.

"English is fine, honey."

Honey? Truly, this is an American.

Her eyes flicked behind me, and her face twitched slightly.

"But Korean is also okay."

I turned my head slightly, just enough to register that Seunghyun had followed me.

"Ah, Hyun, you don't have to…"

"I said I'd pay for it."

"Don't be ridiculous," I protested. Turning back to the clerk, I started rummaging through my bag, "so… I'm not completely sure what all you need."

-----

"Now that's done, what should we do?" I asked as we settled back into Seunghyun's car.

"I thought we might go for a drive," Seunghyun suggested.

"What sort of drive?"

"A very long one."

I smirked, a very American feeling coming over me.

"A long drive? What does that even mean here? Four hours? Maybe five? That's not that bad."

"That's a long drive," he bristled.

"Maybe to you," I shrugged, "but I've driven from LA to Amarillo. Which probably doesn't mean much to you but it's like a nineteen hour drive with the stops."

"How long is it without the stops?"

"Probably about sixteen hours."

"America is so big," he shook his head, "for no reason."

"I know. We've got states the size of countries, and politicians wonder why they can't please everyone."

"I thought you didn’t like talking about politics?" Seunghyun asked, finally pulling onto the street.

"I love talking about politics," I sighed, "but with all the cameras around, I’ve been avoiding it."

“I guess we should change the subject then.”

“Right,” I nodded, “so where are we going on a long drive to?”

“Have you been to Busan?”

“A couple of times,” I answered truthfully enough, “but not for a while.”

“If you’re not opposed, we can be there by…” he paused, checking the clock and doing some mental calculations, “between four and five o’clock.”

I glanced at the small cameras attached to the interior of his car.

“What about the filming staff?”

He shook his head, looking arrogant again.

“Chul is already on his way there.”

“I guess that makes the decision then,” I shrugged, “let’s go.”

“Yah,” he repeated the motion from earlier, reaching over and gently squeezing my hand, “we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine Hyun,” I smiled, squeezing back before pulling my hand away, “what else would I have had planned?”

-----

About forty-five minutes into the drive, my phone pinged. I pulled it out, grateful for something to distract from the silence.

From: Hugeboy I know we're not dating but I think we need to have a dating type of conversation

I stared at the message, ignoring the countryside passing me by.

All good things, etc.

I hadn’t really expected us to be together in the end. Not seriously, anyway. How could we? The scandal of it all…

From: Hugeboy Something was different when you left the other day

Here it comes. He's tired of playing with a toy that isn't even full service.

From: Hugeboy I want to double check if I did something wrong

Oh.

I hadn’t considered that as an option.

From: Hugeboy If I made you uncomfortable in any way, please tell me

I blinked at the messages for a little while before typing back.

To: Hugeboy Sometimes I get nervous and it's nobody's fault

To: Hugeboy You didn't do anything wrong

From: Hugeboy Thank god

From: Hugeboy Also I would like to point out that I just came out and said it this time instead of pestering Zico

I suppressed a laugh. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling though.

To: Hugeboy My brave boy

To: Hugeboy Would you like an award?🎖

From: Hugeboy … I can't tell if you're teasing me or not but if you're offering, I'm free this afternoon

"Who is that?" Seunghyun asked.

I held my breath for a second, trying to work out a good way of answering. His tone of voice sent me back several weeks. Disapproval and annoyance.

He hadn’t liked me talking to Mino way before anyone else.

Still, I couldn't just let this pass.

"Didn't we just talk about jealousy?"

He stiffened in his seat slightly. Or perhaps it just looked like he had when he shifted gears.

"I'm still not jealous," he grunted out, "your alert tone is annoying."

"Ah, I'll just switch my phone to silent then," I decided not to press the issue.

To: Hugeboy I am currently on my way out of town

To: Hugeboy Maybe next time

-----

"Seunghyun."

Seunghyun paused, closing the car door he had just pushed open. Settling back into his seat, he turned confused eyes to look at me.

"Wh… I thought I was Hyun now," his eyebrows were slowly knitting together.

I resisted the urge to reassure him.

"I just was thinking," I took a second, carefully choosing my next words. I shook my head, starting over again.

"You could really fuck me over if you wanted to."

Seunghyun appeared to be thinking this over. His lips pursed slightly, and he stared down the cement barrier of the parking lot we had pulled into.

My chest felt constricted, the weight of the situation pressing into my lungs as I waited for some sort of response.

Finally, lowering his gaze to the brand insignia on his steering wheel, he spoke again.

"Why did you go along with it if you think that?"

He was quiet. Not only in volume but in tone as well.

"I don't really think you're going to," I shrugged, pushing back the anxiety that had been building as we drove, "I don't think it would be worth it to you."

Seunghyun’s head tilted slightly, and I was made specifically aware of just how much eye contact he was not making at the moment.

"Then why bring it up?"

"Hyun…"

The man that looked over at me was someone I hadn't met. This was not the arrogant viper, the bullheaded spy, or even the warm rain jacket that I had so recently been made aware of.

This man was tired. Faint lines etched themselves into the corners of his face.

My heart ached on behalf of the man in front of me. How could I have wanted to break through his confidence just a few hours before?

"I didn't mean it like that," I explained. "It's a bad habit of mine. If I say it out loud, it might guard against it."

He nodded a few times before cocking his head to one side slightly. The motion seemed to get him back to normal, because a smile crept across his face.

"I like that you call me Hyun now," he blindly reached out and tugged the handle of his door, letting it swing open slowly, "just so you know."

-----

The day was sunny, but a cool breeze was helping to dampen the heat. I stood and stretched, taking in the rest stop that we were currently parked at.

“How much further do we have to go?”

“Only about another hour,” Seunghyun answered. He was tugging one arm across his chest, one of those generic stretches that everyone learns in their gym class. He gave me a self-deprecating smile.

“I warned you it was going to be a long drive.”

I shrugged, digging through the small backpack I was now thankful that he had urged me to bring.

“It’s about the same time as the drive from my hometown to New York City,” I pulled out a face mask and secured it over my nose and mouth, “it’s not that bad.”

“It helps that you can apparently sleep through anything.”

Shaking my head, I didn’t bother with any return banter. I had located the bathroom and was now on a mission.

-----

I stared at the world’s smallest trickle of hot water coming out of the sink.

Okay, forget proper washing I guess.

I twisted the cold tap. Not hard. Just the typical amount of twisting.

Still, it came off in my hand.

A small geyser erupted, soaking the entire front of my body. Shouting indiscernible noises, I scrambled forward and tried to twist the handle back into place.

A woman, accompanied by a small child, exited one of the stalls and stopped. Her mouth fell open in surprise.

Understandable.

The child, somehow keeping their cool better than the two adults in the room, simply looked me up and down.

“Mom,” they tugged at their mother’s shirt, “we need the cleaning person.”

-----

An embarrassingly wet conversation with maintenance staff later, I stood in the parking lot, dripping onto the concrete beside Seunghyun’s car.

"What happened to you?" Seunghyun laughed.

I grimaced, flapping my shirt front in a vain effort to dry it.

"The faucet was broken," I complained, "I'd be glad for the cooling if it wasn’t a white shirt."

"Ah," he held out a bag and a coffee holder to me, "take these, I'll be right back."

I poked through the bag as he returned to the small assortment of shops that made up the rest stop. Pre-cut fruit, simple kimbap, and bottles of water.

After a few minutes, Seunghyun returned with a wad of mustard yellow cloth in his hands.

“It’s not a good shirt,” he started, handing over the piece of clothing, “but it’s a dry one.”

“Cheers,” I accepted the shirt, handing drinks and bag of food back to him, “uh, just one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“The women’s bathroom is currently closed off,” I nodded towards the building. A yellow sign was posted up outside of the bathroom now. Water was running under the door and across the concrete now.

“So where should I change?”

We both slowly swung around in silence, looking for anything helpful.

“Just change in the car,” Seunghyun suggested, “my windows are tinted, and I’ll stand guard.”

“Your car also has cameras in it,” I pointed out.

He nodded, pursing his lips. Then, he shrugged.

“Come on,” he set the food on top of his car. Reaching down, he grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the bathrooms.

“It’s closed,” I protested.

“The mens isn’t,” he pulled me along, “I’ll make sure nobody is in there, and I’ll stop anyone from going in while you change. Easy.”

It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it would work.

Seunghyun left me outside while he swept through the bathroom.

“It’s empty,” he announced upon his return, “go ahead.”

-----

I recognized the park from many photos I had seen. Instagram, tourism ads, etc.

"You know," I dug my hands into my pockets, rocking back on my feet slightly, "I've always wanted to come here, but I never got around to it."

"I know. Come on," Seunghyun pointed to the shady side of one of the closer sculptures, "come stand in front of it."

I followed his direction, trying to process the first sentence.

"What?"

"Reach up, like this…" he held his arms up, as if hoisting an unseen burden.

Slightly confused, I mimicked the pose he made.

“Like this?”

"Just stay like that for a second," Seunghyun took several steps back. He squatted down, raising his phone.

The fact that he was about to take a photo finally fully registered. I quickly corrected my extremely lax pose. My sudden earnestness drew a chuckle out of Seunghyun.

"Relax," he murmured from behind his phone, "you look perfect."

-----

"How did you know?"

We had settled into a booth in a small restaurant. We had both ordered our drinks and were now scanning the menu, talking quietly.

"Hmm?"

"How did you know about the places I wanted to go?"

"Oh," Seunghyun shrugged, "I asked Soo-ah for tips. She told me to check out some of the Instagram accounts you follow on your private account."

I placed my menu down. I had decided on what I was going to eat, and I was prepared to be made fun of for not eating seafood in a seaside town.

Leaning forward slightly, I squinted at Seunghyun.

His tactic made sense. Soo-ah was the person that knew me best in the country. The perfect person to ask for information. But…

"Why?"

He glanced up at me over the top of the menu.

“Why what?”

"Why did you ask Soo-ah for tips?"

He laughed slightly, eyes falling back down to the menu.

"No matter what I say, you'll only hear the worst part."

"Damn, okay,” I leaned back in my seat, “thanks for the free therapy. But seriously."

"Fine, but try not to take this the wrong way," he paused, waiting for confirmation.

"Just say it."

A smile ever so gently tugged at his face before he set down his own menu. He leaned forward, resting his cheek against a loose fist.

"That night that you were painting, you said that you thought you were unlovable…" he stopped again, eyebrows furrowed as he thought through his words for once. He straightened up before continuing, "honestly, it explains so much about why you act the way you do. Why would you value yourself if you thought no one else does?"

"Ah,” I nodded, crossing one arm in front of myself and using the other hand to add a sarcastic wave, “so you're trying to teach me a lesson."

"I told you that you'd only hear the worst part. But no.”

He leaned forward, extending his hand now. He held it, palm up, expectant.

I hesitated, but let my hand meet his with a sigh.

“Then what is it?”

“I think you are lovable."

His thumb brushed over my fingers. A lazy sort of smile took over his features as his gaze lingered on my hand.

Somehow, for some reason, I was much more affected than when we had kissed. The day, the moment, the words, the gentleness of his touch at this exact second… I had to take an extra second to even myself out before I could say anything.

"Are you saying that you love me?" I had meant to sound sarcastic. To try to laugh off whatever it was that was filling the space previously occupied by air between us.

I think it may have fallen flat.

He raised his eyes to meet mine.

My own immediately fell to where his hand was still toying with mine. Eye contact was not something I could handle at the moment.

"I asked you to marry me, didn't I?"

"Yeah,” I blinked a few times, feeling like I was somehow three steps behind the conversation, “because you think we're compatible, and you don't mind having me around."

I shook my head, working up the courage to meet his gaze.

“That’s not love.”

"Maybe,” he tugged on my hand slightly, pulling it closer to him, “but it’s pretty close, right?”

I could see what was coming next, but was unable to stop it. I felt like an observer of my own body rather than being the operator.

He leaned forward a bit more, raising my hand. His grip adjusted, fingers sliding downwards to catch around my wrist. He pressed his lips against the fleshy mound on my palm, under my thumb, before resting his face against it.

“I asked Soo-Ah because I wanted to,” he explained, “I set up the appointments because I wanted to. I brought you here because I wanted to.”

“Hyun…”

He nodded, sighing and letting go of my hand.

“A bit much, right?”

I hummed an agreement, still not knowing what to say. My hands felt uneven somehow. I dropped them into my lap. Running the tip of the thumb from my untouched hand around the lingering outline of sensation that I could still feel from Seunghyun’s lips, I desperately tried to think of any sort of topic change that wouldn’t be completely unnatural.

“Finish your drink,” Seunghyun nodded towards my glass of fizzy lemonade and raised a hand to get a server’s attention, “I’ll pour you another.”

Two things were obvious; the topic change had somehow happened, and the type of drink Seunghyun was offering.

"I don't think they have a wine list for you."

Enough tension had broken. I was able to sound suitably sarcastic that time.

He laughed, shaking his head and leaning back. Seemingly sheepish, he rested his hands under his legs.

"You think that's all I drink? What kind of Korean doesn't drink soju?"

I raised my hands, palms placatingly facing him, and gave a sarcastic smile.

"I didn't say that. I've only ever seen you drink wine and European style spirits is all."

-----

"You should probably stop drinking," I placed my fingers over the top of Seunghyun’s glass as he went to lift it.

When he had returned from a trip to the bathroom, he had slid into the seat next to me. It hadn't been the smoothest move I'd ever seen, but the way he had just shrugged off my pointing out that his seat was across from me had been funny enough for me to laugh it off.

He leaned on his hand, his elbow nearly knocking over an empty bottle in the process. His face was relaxed as he looked at me.

Mentally, I cursed at both him and myself for not having noticed the amount of alcohol we had drank until now.

"Why's that?"

"We still need to get back to Seoul."

He thought this over for a second, licking his lips. As he came to a conclusion, he lifted his free hand and gently patted my head.

"I trust you to drive my car."

I swatted his hand away, more annoyed with myself now than him.

"I can't," I shook my head, "I don't have a license here."

"Ah," he groaned, sitting up straight now. His eyebrows dipped in annoyance.

"Okay, okay, let me think."

Casually, smoothly enough that I didn't notice until it was too late, he tossed back the shot.

"Okay," he grimaced from the alcohol and then shrugged, "we can just get a hotel room."

I felt my expression go flat.

"Choi Seunghyun…"

"Two hotel rooms," he corrected himself, holding up two fingers now.

I tilted my head, eyebrows raised, considering it now.

"After all," he nudged my shoulder with his own, "the staff will need one."

"Okay," I started to stand, "I'm just going to get myself a room somewhere. You can figure your own thing out."

I was half joking.

"Yah," Seunghyun tugged on my bag strap, "sit down. I was kidding. Come on."

I slowly, warily, returned to my seat.

"Seu-"

He raised a hand, pacing a finger over my lips to cut me off.

"Hyun," he corrected me, "just Hyun, okay?"

I glared at him for a second before rolling my eyes. I grabbed his hand, pulling it away from me.

"Choi-ssi," I started.

He grimaced.

"I'm being serious. We need to make a plan."

-----

"It's not ideal," I started.

I glanced at the camera, and Chul. Rooming with staff was out of the question, no doubt. That would be even more suspect.

Chul gave a small shrug, but jerked his chin towards the counter.

"Fine," I shook my head, turning back towards the clerk, "you said two beds, right?"

"Well, one. But the sofa pulls out to another bed."

"It's fine. I'll take the sofa," I waved my hand, giving up.

-----

"All clear?" I called through the bathroom door.

"Are you expecting me to be naked or something?" Seunghyun called back, "yes, all clear."

He had a point. I supposed both of us would be sleeping in our normal clothes.

Walking back into the room, I was greeted by Seunghyun leaning against the makeshift headboard of the pull-out sofa-bed.

"I thought I was sleeping on the sofa."

He shot me a withering look.

"How would that look? Me making you sleep on the sofa?"

"I offered to though," I pointed out.

"Just go," he nodded towards the bed, "before I change my mind."

As I crossed the crowded space, I spotted his pants slung over the half-wall between the bed and the sofa.

Lucky. Men's boxers were basically pajama shorts anyway. I'd have to sleep in my stupid skirt if I wanted to pretend to have any kind of decency.

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"Seunghyun?" I whispered.

"Just Hyun," he mumbled from the other side of the room.

"Hyun," I started again.

"Hmm?"

"Did you plan this?"

I heard a shuffling noise, and the creak of the metal struts on the sofa. I figured he had rolled over.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you plan to come out here, get drunk, and get a hotel room?"

Another, smaller, shuffle and creak.

"If I planned it, don't you think I would have gotten a better room?"

"I don't know."

The room fell silent again. I heard the small sound of an insect bumping against the window.

"Maybe you're trying to trick me into trusting you more."

Seunghyun let out a small laugh, then sighed.

"Go to sleep."

"No," I protested, "I'm worried."

"You're not tired from worrying all the time?"

"It's exhausting," I admitted, "but what if you're an awful person? What if you try to touch me while I'm asleep? I can't sleep now."

"You fall asleep around me all the time. Plus there's the camera."

"But it's dark in here. And you could just pay off the staff to delete footage."

"Do you want me to switch with one of the staff?"

"No."

"Then what do you want?"

"I don't know."

I wriggled my legs, tangling them into my sheet with annoyance.

"I want to trust you," I finally decided.

"So do that then."

"How?"

I heard him groan, followed by more sounds of him shifting about.

"You just have to choose it. Like how I choose to trust you."

His voice sounded different now. Not in tone, but off. Like it was moving differently.

"What? Why wouldn't you trust me?"

"What if you're a sasaeng? What if you kill me in my sleep?" He laughed, "what if you touch me when I'm sleeping?"

"I would never!" I sat up, staring into the blackness, towards his voice.

"How can I know for sure? I can't. So I choose to trust you instead."

I stayed sitting for a while, considering this.

My thoughts were interrupted by Seunghyun’s phone going off. The small illumination provided by the screen showed that he was also sitting up.

That's why his voice changed.

A smirk played over his face as he read the message on his phone.

"Jiyong's worried."

"He said that?" I asked.

"No," Seunghyun shrugged, "he just asked if we were still out. Told me to let him know when we get back. But I know him."

I laughed at that, flopping back down against the pillows.

"It's been a little nice having him not message me all week," I mused.

"Yeah, why did he decide on that exactly?"

Seunghyun’s phone was now resting, screen up, on the blanket next to him. I idly wondered just how well he could see me with the small light.

"We, uh," I sat back up. Shuffling backwards, I supported myself against the headboard and tucked my knees under my chin.

"We had an argument, I guess."

Seunghyun sat, facing towards me, legs crossed in front of him.

"What about?"

"Same thing as always," I chuckled, "he was jealous."

"Jealous of what?"

"That was the night I fell asleep on the sofa with Daesung," I reminded him, "and then we hung out for a while. So of course Jiyong got all upset."

"You make it sound like that happens a lot."

"Are you kidding me? He's been getting jealous since week one!" I slid my legs out in front of me, expressing how tired of it I was.

"It's like having all the bad parts of dating someone and basically none of the good parts," I complained. "If I text someone, if I hang out with someone, if someone greets me…" I shook my head.

Seunghyun remained silent. After a second, I continued.

"Do you know how jealous he would have been at the tea place this morning? He'd probably be all pouting and crabby for the whole day."

"Hmm," Seunghyun picked up his phone, "I have an idea, but it may be cruel."

This seemed like a complete non-sequitur.

"What?"

"We could really drive him crazy."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't freak out, but I'm going to come over there for a second," he shuffled to the edge of the bed, "okay?"

"Okay…"

He stood up and circled around the small divider wall. He paused by the camera on the dresser, but didn’t touch it.

Standing next to my bed, he clicked on the bedside lamp before lifting the sheet and sliding in to sit next to me.

"Hyun…" I started.

"I said don’t freak out."

"Okay… but what are you doing?"

"Just," he readjusted himself, leaning against the headboard, "come here."

He held his arm up, beckoning me to lean against him.

"Like this?" I hesitantly laid my head against his chest.

"Hmm…" he opened the front-facing camera on his phone, holding it up and examining the shot.

"Can you pretend to be asleep already? I think that'd really get to him."

"Isn't that a bit mean?" I asked. It was a false concern, which was made obvious by the way I shuffled further down the mattress and laid my head on the blankets in Seunghyun’s lap.

Looking up at him, I saw the faint black speckles of a 5 o'clock shadow. I reached up and gently ran my fingertips across the dots, nails slightly catching against them. There was a soft feeling building, somewhere between my heart and my stomach.

"We're being cruel."

The shutter on his phone punctuated my sentence.

"What do you think?"

He handed me his phone, showing me the picture.

In the foreground, Seunghyun was facing the camera, the smallest sliver of his tongue peeking out from between his teeth. Below him, I was reaching up and seemingly caressing his face. The entire thing was slightly out of focus, making it look entirely too intimate.

"Unrealistic," I said, handing the phone back, "it looks like we're in love."

He frowned at the phone.

"Now who's being cruel?"

I laughed, reaching up again. This time, I cupped my hand across his chin, gripping his cheeks lightly. I wiggled his head back and forth as I teased him.

"Ah, our Hyunie is so sensitive today."

"That's right," he gave me an exaggerated pout. "Are you always mean after someone confesses to you?"

"Who confessed? You were just trying to teach me a lesson about self-worth today."

He rolled his eyes, letting them fall back to his phone.

"Anyway, are you going to pretend to sleep, or no?"

"Why?"

"If you're asleep he'll think two things. First," he flicked one finger out from his free hand, "that you must feel comfortable with me," he flicked a second finger up, "and then he'll start worrying about if anything happened between us."

"Here you are," I pulled at the blankets, tucking some under my chin, "torturing your friend for fun."

He dropped his hand, starting to run his fingers through my hair.

They weren't as heavy as Daesung's.

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. Now was not the time to be thinking about that.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied, "it just won't look real unless my hair is a little messed up, right?"

He laughed, a shake going through his body.

"This is another reason why we'd make a good couple."

I knew he'd finish the thought without any prompting, so I kept my eyes shut and waited. I heard the shutter sound of his phone go off a few times.

"We're the same kind of mean."

I hummed, letting his fingers lull me into a dangerously realistic pseudo-sleep. After a few minutes I finally spoke up.

"I am choosing to trust you."

[assmodeus]

Kissing Your Best Friend Trend (ft my fav boys)

I straight up forgot I wrote this I've had it for weeks but here you go

For the sake of the headcanons lets just say you can get tiktok on your DDD and thus know about the trend

MAMMON

He has no idea why you keep filming him??? Taking photos???? he doesn't actually quite know what you're doing but he's confused as to why

Little does he know you're getting short clips for the intro to him as your friend and crush in the video

He notices you're kinda skittish on the day you decide to strike, but you keep telling him you're fine so he leaves it alone for now

You have to beg him to record with you because you won't tell him what you're recording. The video even includes him telling you to pay him for his guest appearance as you drag him in front of the camera

You've told him to just stand there and react to what you do, and after a moment of both of you standing and you laughing because you can barely take yourself seriously, you finally just do it

Its a sweet lil kiss - your arms go around his neck and pull him to close the distance between you. His eyes go wide then flutter shut, but just as they do you pull away

He's bright red and trying to speak but only managing disjointed sounds, glancing at the camera while you giggle, almost as red as him

"Are you okay, Mammon?"

He fucking growls and lunges at you to kiss you again

The video goes viral because he's cute but also switches from flustered baby to hot and possessive in like two seconds flat

LEVIATHAN

Straight up doesn't notice you recording him at random points while you spend the day in his room. It's all him gaming, or watching something with you, or rambling about something or other

You're not really nervous because you've already found out from numerous sources that he also likes you, and with that reassurance you just know he's going to be so flustered and cute

You don't tell him you're recording, you just set up the camera while he's not paying attention and then call him over to where you're sat

He sits down next to you and you just go for it, but you make it very quick because you don't want to overload him

Bro stares at you for a second and then collapses backwards, you straight up think he's fainted at first

"Oh my god Levi are you good?" "...I can die happy"

You go to turn off the camera and only then does he notice it

"Were you recording that?!?!"

You only laugh and turn it off, then go to give him lots more kisses

People love it because his reaction is just so cute and hilarious

ASMODEUS

He knows you're recording him the couple of days before. He doesn't know why but he's not complaining, always strikes a pose or at least throws up a peace sign

When you ask him to film a tiktok with you, he's all for it. Kinda disappointed when you say its not a dance, but when you tell him to just sit and close his eyes, he's kinda excited. Makes some joke about keeping things PG so you don't get the video deleted

When you lean down and kiss him, he wastes no time kissing back. His hands go straight to your hair and he's pulling you into his lap

Judging by that, as well as the way your eyes fly open and the surpised noise you make before melting into it, you'd think he was the one who surprised you.

He actually just knew the trend and figured what you were gonna do, don't even try to tell me he doesn't have tiktok

You have to add a small clip at the end of you laughing and him in the background winking at the camera with the text "HE KNEW THE FUCKING TREND also we're dating now"

Goes viral as well because oh how the turntables and also half the comments are people thirsting over him

[anothertimdrakestan]

A Lovely Intervention  -  Damian Wayne x Jon Kent & Tim Drake x Conner Kent

Words: 2.3k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Can you make a fic out your short where Damian is taking after his brothers? Maybe like an intervention or something? I love your shorts I basically binged them😁😁”

LINK TO PROMPTS  -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I LOVE THIS! TimKon is my everything and we love Damian and Jon secretly taking after their brothers and it turning into a whole family moment. This req made me soft, thank you so so so much and I’m glad you like my shorts hehehe 💓 Hope you enjoy!

“We gotta talk get here asap.” Dick called his family, needing to investigate the current problem.

“I’m bringing Kon if you’re interrupting my day” Tim buzzed in, and Dick smiled, everything was going exactly to plan. “Yeah Red that’s fine, I want him here anyways” Dick replied, hearing the whoosh of Tim and Conner take off towards their rondevu point.

“Kay gang’s all here except the demon, you hiding him here somewhere?” Jason mocked, eliciting a harsh look from Dick.

“No, this meeting is actually about him, or about us. Have you guys noticed Damian and Jon trying to imitate us recently?” A lightbulb went off for Conner as he stole the floor, recollecting his most recent interaction with the boys.

“Oh my god yea, wait get this: I’m at the farm gettin’ work done so I could hang with Timmy - don’t blush babe everyone knew we were out together - yeah, then I see Damian tearing across the field with one of Ma’s horses. And I’m like ‘Hey Punk! She isn’t yours!’ and the kid gives me this shitty little smirk like he knows something, and he keeps going! Then he has the balls to flip me off! In my house?!?” Kon was waving his hands around trying to get the point across. “Is this gonna go anywhere airhead?” Jason interrupted, and Tim grabbed Conner’s hand, pulling him down back onto the ground after he began floating with anger.

“Shh babe lemme finish I was there too” Dick looked taken aback “TIM YOU SPENT THE NIGHT AT CONNORS? YOU TOLD BRUCE YOU WERE WITH THE TITANS” Tim quickly blushed and kept talking “Well yeah, but that’s not the point! I was watching Damian cuz he wanted to go over and ‘watch the stars’ which seems lame but the kid’s messed up enough maybe he needs some star gazing” Jason rolled his eyes, tapping his wrist to hurry his younger brother up. "Shit I took Kori star gazing a few weeks ago!" Dick mumbled before Tim got back to explaining.

“Sorry, sorry, so I wake up before Kon and go down and Jon is showing Damian pictures of all his pets then he ruffles Damian’s hair [ Dick audibly gasps ] yeah I fucking know, he let him touch him. Then it gets worse. Jon was wearing your jacket Kon. With the fucking spikes. The. Spikes. And Damian complimented him like I always do like he said ‘looking sharp Kent’ and that’s literally my line. So I have to do some recon but you’re right Dick, the kid’s a robot or something, not the demon” Kon nodded, finishing his story right after Tim “Oh my you’re right, Jon told me that he wanted to give Damian something to cement his feelings, like how I give you some of my clothes and souvenirs babe, except he gave the punk a whole ass horse!”

Dick realized it was getting worse that he thought. “This is good info guys, Tim I don’t think Damian is a robot but I think he’s taking after us, remember when I caught you trying on my Nightwing outfit? Jay you did it too, do I need to remind you about the Robin suit? And Kon you know what it’s like” The three boys shifted, uncomfortable with being called out by Dick.

“Alright so what do we do? Jump off a bridge and see if the demon follows? Kid doesn’t take after me so I don’t know why this is a problem?” Jason crossed his arms, still a little hurt by the robin reference. “Shut up Jay you’re with Tim running interference while Conner and I take the lead” Dick looked at the group explaining his plan. “Conner you’re talking to Jon about being himself, don’t roll your eyes they’re teens they need shaping in the right direction, it’s the least we can do. I mean look how well Jason turned out, you don’t want that happening to Jon!” Conner nodded, glancing at Jason who was openly scowling at the group. “Shut up Jay you’ve got the easy job unless you rather take mine and try to talk to Damian about his feelings. That’s where you guys come in, if Damian tries to make a break for it you’re security.” Tim and Jason high fived, excited at the possibility of having to cage a demon.

“So, plan A is the civil plan, plan B is caging the bird and then trying to be civil what happens if plan B fails?” Tim was well aware there were odds Damian wouldn’t want to hear it. Dick sighed, “well, plan C is disgusting Jon and Dami with Kon’s sappiness” and Kon cheered. “Plan C it is!” And it was time to set the plan (s) in motion.

“Dami look! I’m like a bat!” Damian tried to suppress a smile as Jon grinned, hanging upside down on the tree he’d climbed. “C’mon I can see that smile come hang with me!” Jon cooed and Damian easily scrambled up the tree, sitting on one of the limbs with his back against the trunk. “TT Kent I’m Robin not Batman, besides shouldn’t I be trying to impersonate your father?” he joked, tracing an S on his chest.

In a flash, Jon was pulled from the tree by his big brother. Damian jumped up, not sure what had taken Jon. “At ease soldier, it’s just Kon!” Tim walked up to the base of the tree, gesturing Damian down. Sliding down the tree Damian mumbled “your Kent stole my Kent” and Tim nudged him “so you’ve staked a claim huh?” and Damian blushed, looking down and walking towards the house. “Dames Dickwing needs you for something I think he’s waiting outside. “And you’re not coming? Gonna spend another night with Conner, who is your excuse this time?” Damian sneered as it was now Tim’s turn to flush with red. “Hey you wanted to go too! Don’t pretend like you didn’t hold Jon’s hand on the way over” Damian didn’t turn around, flipping Tim off as he raced toward’s Dick’s car.

“What’s with the super-snatching?” Jon huffed while Conner set him down on top of the family barn, the view of their home from on top of the barn was a favorite spot of theirs. “Well, uh, I’m never good at these but I’ve noticed you and Dames getting really close, and that’s really cool ya know”

Jon gagged and tried to begin climbing down from the roof, “oh god Kon no. I don’t want whatever talk you’re trying to give me. You really? Aren’t you already with a bat yourself?” Kon snorted “so you admit you wanna be with the bat?” and Jon huffed, sitting down again. “Maybe a little bit - what does it mean to you!” Jon refused to make eye contact with Conner. “Kid nothing’s wrong! But if you are I just wanted to give some advice, one SuperBat to another!” Jon shook his head at the cringeworthy ship name but eventually gave him attention back to Kon.

“What I’ve learned is that each of those boys is their own person, and so are we. And you know how hard that was for me to learn especially! So, I guess we’ve noticed you kinda trying to act like me and Tim but I just wanted to tell you that Damian isn’t Tim and you aren’t me, you gotta make your own path bro” Kon nudged Jon as he nodded, “yeah, I mean you’re right Damian is nothing like your coffee addict, he’s strong and passionate and really cares if you actually look deeper and - uh, yeah. I get what you’re saying.” Kon smiled, it wasn’t often they had a good “bro moment” but it went well. “Okay good talk bud, I’m gonna take ya back over now, but remember I’m here to give advice. You know Damian is emotionally constipated and so’s Timmy sometimes so I’m here when ya need me, okay bud?” Jon rolled his eyes “okay there we go, too sappy Kon, let’s go back... Oh no, are you guys trying the same thing with Dames?” Conner nodded, and Jon groaned knowing Dami was gonna be in a bad mood now if he hadn’t torn one of his brothers to shreds yet. “Let’s go back now”

“What do you need Grayson” Damian slumped in the passenger seat while Dick began driving. He noticed Dick locked the doors and noted all the ways he could escape if Dick wasn’t who he seemed to be. “Not much little-D just wanted to chat n grab some food, I’ve missed ya!” Damian narrowed his eyes, “I thought you liked Kent, you let Tim sleepover too and he had significantly more fun with the clone than Jon and I, who knows what they were doing while we traced star patterns” Dick cringed, noting that he’d have to talk to Tim later. “Well this is actually about Jon! You’ve gotten really close huh?” Damian shifted in his seat, getting a clear view of the car’s side mirror which showed none other than Red Robin trailing a couple hundred feet behind Dick’s car. “What is happening Grayson, we’ve done nothing wrong, not to mention nothing the clone and replacement haven’t done,” Damian couldn’t fathom why he was being tortured by his mom brother.

“That’s just the point baby bat, you and Jon haven’t done anything for yourselves. You invited Jon to star watch, Kori and I did that two weeks ago, Jon’s ruffling your hair the way Kon does Tim, and you’re saving news clippings from your adventures with Jon just as Tim does with Kon. It’s time to be your own guy Dames!” This was too much emotional intervention for Damian. Noticing Tim had fallen behind he pulled the lever on the car seat and use the momentum of it flying forward to push himself out the car’s side window. Never without his tool belt, he grabbed his grapple but cursed Smallville for having nothing good to swing towards. He heard cars honk and a child threw themself out of a window, rolled smoothly on the grass beside the road, and took off.

He was in the clear until he heard the rev of Red Hood’s motorcycle. Muttering under his breath he pulled out the comm he and Jon had exchanged just a few days before, he’d seen Jason do it with his teammates why shouldn’t he? As he signaled Jon he let his thoughts divulge for just a second at how similar he was to his brothers, and how Jon really liked to copy Kon as well. “Might have a point but this is good fun” he mumbled as he radioed Jon.

“They try the intervention?”

“I think I’m still being intervened for lack of a better word. Care to give me a lift these damn Smallville buildings aren’t big enough to swing from.” Damian heard Jon chuckle. “I would say ‘I’m on the way bird-brain’ but I think that’s Kon’s line and we aren’t supposed to do that anymore” Damian groaned at the realization they’d already gotten to Jon and knowing him he’d want to talk about it with Damian. There truly was no escape, but Jon was better than getting captured by Jason and Tim.

“C’mere you little shit!” Jason screeched as he saw Damian pick up the pace. Damian would usually know when he’d lost and go in for a fight but the kid kept running. “Something’s up, he’s not fighting” Jason lookup up to see Tim soaring down towards Damian. “Wings aren’t flapping Drake you’re not airborne much longer” Jason noted as Tim cascaded through the air. “Long enough idiot, pick up is on the way”

“of - fucking - course it is” Jason stopped in his tracks when he saw not only Jon but Conner flying in, Conner on Jon’s tail. “So is this just a fun exercise now? I think the kids got the message” Tim had connected Kon to the group. “Leave ‘em be let’s go for plan C” Dick told the group and the comms filled with Tim’s groans and Kon whooping. “Nah I’m out but I still wanna give ‘em a run for it. Dami is smart he’ll figure out what he and Jon are” Jason tried to sound caring and thoughtful, but really he wanted to chase Damian and not have to watch Conner makeout with his brother. “Alright we can talk later, go get them” Dick gave the go-ahead and the three took after their younger brothers who had quite the head start.

“Clone is on our tail, can’t you go faster?” Damian complained. “Good one Rob but if I’ve got this correctly I’m the one carrying you.” Damian rolled his eyes, using his wrist computer to find the quickest hiding spot. “Left here, hard turn” Damian instructed as Jon dove into a field of grains. “Not that hard idiot” Jon laughed and Damian couldn’t contain a giggle. “Well they won’t find us... what should we do?” Jon poked at Damian.

“Sometimes I wonder how I befriended you”

“So you admit we’re best friends!”

“Glad that’s what you got”

“Well now that we’re here wanna talk about our..... feelings?” Jon waggled an eyebrow at Damian.

“Forget it, Jason finding me is better than this” Damian began to get up when Jon grabbed his hand, stopping him dead in his tracks. “Stay with me Dames, just for a little” and though Damian wouldn’t admit it, he was glad Jon asked him to stay, because he was never good at the feelings thing but with Jon he kinda wanted to try. He wanted to find what the feeling of his heart pounding out his chest and his brain being fuzzy was, and just how he could feel it just a little more often.

[drabbles-mc]

Take A Little Ride

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request from @bishopslosawife​: What if one of the Mayans’ S/O was an NFR professional barrel rider from the south? Like S/O plans a trail ride for everyone to get them to relax and someone recognizes her and asks her to show off her moves? Maybe S/O has a horse boarding at the stable?

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: (Sorry if this is the second time you’re seeing this fic! I’ve had some issues with posts disappearing from my blog and the tags and I’m trying to get everything back on track haha.) I know we talked about this fic forever ago, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since lol. We threw around a lot of ideas and I tried to fit as many into this fic as possible without it feeling cluttered. Also, I know this is technically an Angel fic, but we get to see a lot of our boys in this story. Hope you enjoy! xo

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“Oh come on,” you pleaded as you sat in Angel’s lap, “It would be so fun!”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Yea, for you maybe. I’d have no fuckin’ clue what to do.”

“It’s really not that hard,” you reassured him.

EZ sat down across from the two of you, “What is Angel fighting you about now?” he smirked.

You laughed, “I was saying that we should go for a trail ride sometime soon—all of us. It’s such a good way to unwind.”

“What’s the issue then?” he was clearly confused.

“She means a horseback trail ride, Boy Scout,” Angel piped in with a shake of his head before returning his gaze to you, “Anyone besides you and Taza even know how to ride?”

You paused, trying to think back on your conversations with everyone. Truthfully, now that he said it out loud, you couldn’t say for certain if any of the guys knew how to ride. You didn’t want to cop to that, but you weren’t a good liar, “I have no idea,” you chuckled, “I mean for some reason I wanna say that at one point Riz said something to me about it but I’m not sure. You guys could learn, though! It’s not like we’d be competing or anything, just a nice mellow trip. Like a hike! Besides, it’d be good for you boys to learn something new.”

“Y/N,” Angel started, “I’m not gonna fu—”

EZ cut him off, “I’m game,” he was genuinely interested, but he also loved being a little bit of an instigator when it came to things like this between you and Angel.

Your eyes lit up, “Yea?”

“Bro,” Angel shook his head, “What the fuck?”

“Put it to a vote!” you said excitedly, “That’s what y’all do, right?”

EZ laughed, nodding, “Yea, that’s exactly what we do.”

“What, we gonna go to Templo for this?” it was getting more and more difficult for Angel to keep a straight face.

“We’ll do it right here,” you leaned forward and grabbed your empty beer bottle off the table, rapping it on the wooden surface a few times to get everyone’s attention, “Hey! Boys! I have an offer for ya.”

If Angel had the ability to melt into the couch cushions, he would’ve. The guys could see the look on his face and it only made them more interested in what you were going to say. EZ was sitting back with a smug grin, extremely invested in where this was all going to go.

“What’s the offer?” Taza asked with a soft smile.

“So,” you got up off Angel’s lap, “I know y’all have had a rough couple of weeks. And I think it’d be good for everyone to get out and unwind,” they were all nodding along in agreement so far, “I just so happen to know of a really great ranch about forty minutes North of here. What would you guys say to a day trip and a trail ride? Switch things up a little.”

Taza’s response was immediate, “Sounds good to me.”

You could see the apprehension on some of their faces, so you tried to reassure them, “If you don’t know how to ride, they give you a rundown of the basics. Plus, the horses that they have there are all push-button—absolute gems.”

“How do you know about this place?” Bishop couldn’t help but to ask.

“I’ve been boarding my horse there since I moved to Cali,” you paused, “So, what d’you say?”

Sure enough, everyone started to speak up in agreement. You had never felt so excited. You looked back at Angel, who was shaking his head trying not to crack a smile. He had a feeling it was going to go this way.

“Majority vote,” Bishop said with a laugh, “It passes.”

“Yay!” you clapped, “Alright, I’ll call and get it all set up for this week. It’s gonna be so much fun, trust me.”

As the week passed by, Angel and a few of the other guys asked you questions about just what exactly they had gotten themselves into. They all knew that you rode, but they never thought it would have any crossover with their lives.

You all met up at the clubhouse late Saturday morning. You had your jeans and boots on, along with a tank top. You’d packed a backpack with water bottles and a few snacks, as well as your riding helmet. There was a palpable sense of excitement in the air, along with nervousness.

“You guys might not wanna take the bikes,” you warned with a laugh, “Your legs might be a little sore afterwards.”

They all stood and thought about it for a moment before deciding to take your word for it. They split up and piled into the few trucks they had, allowing you to lead the way since none of them knew where you were going. It was one of the very few times that Angel ever rode shotgun and let you take the wheel. You’d seen EZ crack a smile as his brother begrudgingly handed you the keys.

You rolled into your parking spot at the ranch, instantly jumping out of the truck once it was in park. The rest of the guys weren’t far behind, their vehicles falling into line with yours. You waited for them all and then waved for them to follow you as you confidently strode across the grounds to the barns. A few of the other people there smiled and waved to you, recognizing you from your frequent trips there.

The man who ran the ranch came out of one of the barns, arms out wide as he approached you, “Y/N, so good to see you,” he gave you a hug, “I was excited when they told me about your call.”

“Who’s this fuckin’ guy?” Angel murmured to EZ under his breath, elbowing him when he saw his brother trying to bite back a laugh.

You hadn’t heard the exchange, but you turned around to introduce everyone regardless, “Boys, this is Matthew—owner of this fine establishment and also one of the first people to help me settle in when I moved here to California. Matthew, this is my crew,” you laughed, “Best group of troublemakers you’ll ever meet.”

He laughed, nodding in acknowledgment, “Gentlemen, it’s a pleasure. I’m here to help and get you guys up and running, but you’re in good hands with Y/N here. She knows the trails out here like the back of her hand.”

“Well,” you chuckled, “I wasn’t gonna say it, but he’s totally right,” you clapped, “Let’s get you boys all saddled up and ready to go!”

It was refreshing to see them a little out of their element, with the exception of Taza, and surprisingly enough Coco seemed rather comfortable in the barn. You didn’t comment on it, wanting to see just how much he knew. But so far he had gotten all his tack on without much of an issue, and he seemed really comfortable with the horse they had provided for him.

You went back and forth with the guys about wearing helmets. Angel was adamant that he would be fine without one, “You’re not even gonna wear one! Or Taza!”

You laughed, “And when you’ve clocked as many hours as we have, you won’t have to wear one either. But for now, you’re gonna have to. Deal with it.”

“Yea,” EZ chuckled as he clipped his on, “Gotta save all the braincells that you can.”

“Shut up,” Angel shoved him as they both broke down in laughter.

Your horse was waiting patiently in her stall, all tacked up and ready to go. You were thankful that she was so mellow and patient, because you didn’t have to worry about her while you got everyone else situated. Up until that point, you had never realized just how diverse the ranch was when it came to breeds of horses. Most of them were rescues in some capacity, bought at auction when they weren’t competition or breeding material anymore, but they still made great companions, especially for beginners.

The fact that Taza let the boys struggle on their own a bit wasn’t lost on you. He was already perched atop his horse, waiting for the rest of them to get their acts together. You were certain that it was the most entertained that he had been in a while—you could see it in his eyes. To make up for the lack of Taza’s guidance, you were running around helping however you could.

“C’mon,” Coco taunted as he hoisted himself up onto his horse with ease, “What’s takin’ you guys so long?”

“Since when do you know anything about horses?” Angel said with a hint of bitterness to his voice.

“Psh, you don’t know everything about me, ‘mano. Don’t worry about it.”

Once everyone was on and ready to go, you finally went back to bring your own horse out. She was waiting patiently as ever in her stall. You slid the door open and stepped inside, gently resting your forehead against hers. It was exciting to be able to share this part of your life with all of them, even if it was going to be a little extra chaotic the first time around. You hoped, though, that they would enjoy it enough to want to come back and do it again. You thought that it would be good for them, because it certainly was for you.

You led your horse out of the barn, not that you really needed to be holding onto her reins anyway—she’d follow you wherever you went almost without question. You had her stop so you could slip your foot into your stirrup and hoist yourself onto her. The guys looked on in slight awe, not able to believe that it was so easy for someone of your height to climb up that easily onto a horse that was so tall.

Once you were situated in your stirrups and adjusted your backpack, you turned and looked around at your crew with a wide smile on your face, “Everyone feel like they sorta know what they’re doing? Matthew give you an overview of the basics?” there were various mumbled of agreement as they nodded their heads and you had to laugh, “You’ll be fine. Just remember, gentle on the reins—it’s attached to their mouths. Squeeze with your legs and nudge with your heels if you wanna go faster. These horses are super well trained so you shouldn’t need to kick, or be loud with them at all. Just use a clear voice,” you paused, “We should probably do a couple laps around the arena first before I take you guys off-roading,” you laughed, “Follow me.”

Admittedly, you were pretty impressed at how well the guys were picking it up. A lot of it had to do with the horses that they were riding, but still. It was the first time you could ever remember Bishop seeming out of his element and you had to admit that you found it amusing. Angel and Gilly found themselves struggling together while EZ practically rode laps around them, of course.

“Show-off,” Angel said with a laugh and a shake of his head as he shifted slightly in his saddle.

“You’re just mad because I’m already good,” EZ chuckled as he made his way over to where you and Taza were watching the rest of them.

Once you started making your way towards the trail, you and Coco found yourselves side by side. You glanced over at him and had to smile at how comfortable he seemed. For a man who seemed to be a little jumpy at baseline, he seemed really calm.

“I have to admit,” you said as you glanced back to make sure you didn’t lose anyone yet, “you surprised me a little bit with all of this,” you gestured to him and the horse.

He laughed, “Yea, I’m full of fuckin’ surprises.”

“You ride for a long time?”

He shrugged, “Not in a while. Started when I finished my four years. One of the guys who came back with me told me to try out equine therapy. Seemed kinda pointless but I really wasn’t in a position to be sayin’ no to anything—I was pretty fucked up. And it helped. Stopped when I started getting in with the club.”

You nodded, unable to hide how invested you were in everything that he was telling you, “Got it. That why the guys didn’t know?”

“Yea. Plus, they don’t gotta know everything,” he chuckled.

The topic fell by the wayside as the group of you continued on your little adventure. It was peaceful, and it was nice to hear all of them laughing and joking around with each other. You felt like you were constantly turning around to make sure that you hadn’t lost track of anyone, but you really didn’t mind it. It was hard to not be a little amused at how out of sorts Angel still seemed. The downside of being as tall and lanky as he was, is that it’s impossible to miss when he is feeling uncomfortable or out of his comfort zone. It was written all over his body language.

You looped around so you could land yourself next to him. You smiled over at him as he focused intensely on his reins, “Still getting the hang of it?”

“You guys make it look so easy.”

You laughed, “We’ve got years of practice. You’ll pick it up.”

“Gilly wants to know why he’s the only one that didn’t get a horse,” Angel laughed.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Mules are great, he’s got nothing to complain about. They’re strong, and smart, and a little stubborn but that’s just like the rest of you guys so it should be fine.”

“I know I’m not good at this shit,” he shifted slightly in his saddle, “and I dunno if I ever will be. But it’s nice to see you enjoying yourself like this. I don’t think I’ve ever really seen you like this.”

You smiled, feeling your face get warm, “Well, now you know,” you paused, laughing, “Plus I think this is one of the only times that I’ve been better than you at something.”

“Couldn’t let it be a sweet moment, could you?”

You chuckled, “Is this how you feel all the time with me?”

“I’m not better than you at everything, querida. Stop bein’ dramatic,” he smiled.

“Cooking and horseback riding are the two things I definitely have over you. And I’m holding onto those for dear life,” you laughed.

“I’ll let you have them. Just for you, I promise I won’t get any better at this.”

“For me?” you pressed a hand to your chest with a smile, “You’re too sweet.”

You nudged your horse onward so you could get back to the front of the pack. You’d ridden the trails hundreds of times but they never got any less beautiful. They were different than where you used to ride back home but the change was nice. The trail that you had taken them on was one of the easier ones—no crazy inclines or anything like that. It was a slow but steady ride up one of the smaller peaks that surrounded the ranch. The view from the top was beautiful—you could see for miles. You had a feeling that the guys were going to love it.

“We’re almost to the top,” you called back over your shoulder.

Within a few minutes, the whole group of you had made it to the clearing at the top of the peak. They were all letting out their own murmurs of approval and you felt so proud of yourself. A few of them hopped down, wanting to get a little closer to the cliff edge so they could look down over it. There was nothing but the sound of the breeze and the screaming of the birds while you all stayed there and took in the view. It was the most peace that they’d probably felt in a while.

“Pretty great, right?” you looked over at Angel, who had managed to guide his horse to they were right next to you.

He nodded, “Beautiful. Had no idea any of this was out here.”

“This is what I used to do with pretty much all of my free time when I first moved here, back before I really knew anyone.”

“You gave this shit up to hang out with us?” Angel chuckled as he gestured to the rest of the guys.

You laughed, shaking your head, “I didn’t give it up. I still come out here at least once every weekend, if not more during the week if work allows for it. I still make the time.”

“I love you,” he had a starry look in his eyes as he gazed over at you.

You smiled, “I love you too. Thanks for doing this—I know you weren’t really all that thrilled about it.”

“I’m glad I did. It’s nice to see something that means so much to you.”

After a few more minutes of lingering, chatting, and getting photos of everyone, it was time to complete the loop and head back towards the ranch. You were glad that the guys had pacified you and allowed you to do a little impromptu photoshoot of them with their horses—it was a moment that you wanted to remember. They were quite the diverse pack and you couldn’t help but to smile.

The ride back down was smooth. It was evident that for the most part, the guys were starting to feel more comfortable in their saddles. There weren’t as many, “oh fuck’s” said under their breath. There was a little more talking and joking going on and it made your heart feel fuller.

Cutting through the quietness of the trail was Angel’s voice, “Shit, fuck, oh fuck,” he wasn’t yelling but you could tell that he was worried.

You whipped your head around to see what was wrong, and you had to bite back your laughter as you watched the scene that was playing out. Angel’s horse had bumped up from a walk to a jog and clearly it wasn’t Angel’s doing. The panic that was on his face was priceless. Realistically, the horse wasn’t even going that fast, but it was enough to send Angel into panic mode.

“I’m just gonna fuckin’ jump off.”

You laughed, “Do not jump off. Just apply a little pressure to the reins and tell him to walk. He should slow right down. They don’t understand curse words.”

He did as you instructed, and sure enough the horse dropped right back down to a leisurely walk. You were trying not to laugh but the rest of the guys weren’t as kind and forgiving as you. You knew that that was going to be something that he wasn’t going to be living down anytime soon.

The rest of the descent was uneventful. The whole squad made it back down to the base of the trail unscathed. You hopped down off your horse and began to help all of them to do the same. You told them where to go and put all of their tack once they took it off, and also told them that if they could walk their horses for a couple minutes just to help cool them down it would be appreciated. It wasn’t the most intensive ride but it would still be good for them. Besides, it would be good for the guys and their legs too.

You were getting ready to bring your horse in when a girl came walking up to you, trying to politely get your attention. She couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen. Her t-shirt and jeans were streaked with dirt but there was a giant smile on her face as she walked up to you and your horse.

“Hi, excuse me, are you Y/N?” her voice was quiet, shy.

You nodded, slightly confused, “I am. Everything alright?”

“Yea! I just, um, god sorry I don’t mean to be weird. I used to watch you race, though. I went to almost every NFR circuit event for a few years back when we still lived in Nevada. They said you moved but I had no idea it was here and I,” she stopped herself, “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

You shook your head, smiling, “Don’t be sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fan before,” you laughed.

“Well that’s not true,” the girl laughed. She paused for a few moments, “Would it…would it be weird to ask if I could see you do a run?”

You raised your eyebrows, “A barrel run?”

She nodded excitedly, “Yea.”

You laughed, “I mean, I don’t see why not. I’m a little out of practice but I think we can still manage it,” you patted your horse on the shoulder.

“Oh my god this is so cool. The big arena inside is already set up—I just finished my lesson.”

The two of you walked together, your horse following behind without you having to hold too tightly on the reins. You listened to her gush and talk about riding and it made you miss what it felt like to be training for competitions. You didn’t regret stepping back from it to live the life that you have now, but there was nothing quite like that rush of adrenaline.

The guys had heard the entire interaction and all of them had since gotten their own horses situated so they could come and see what was about to happen. EZ and Angel were leaning against the side of the arena, their voices carrying in the echo chamber it created.

“You know she used to compete?” EZ asked as he watched you hop back up onto your horse.

“Yea, I mean, she mentioned it,” Angle replied, “Didn’t know that she was a fuckin’ celebrity, though.”

“Paparazzi is gonna show up any minute,” Bishop materialized next to them, chiming in with a laugh.

You settled into your saddle, getting both you and your horse positioned so that you could start your run. You could tell that she felt the shift in energy as the two of you stood at the entrance to the arena. You could feel her starting to get a little antsy, a little wound up. It had been a long time since you ran the pattern, but you had no doubt that it would be like riding a bike for the two of you.

As soon as you nudged her with the heel of your boot, your horse took off. You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted out of you as she flew around the first barrel, gliding seamlessly into the turn. You could faintly hear the guys from the sideline over the sound of the wind in your ears. You felt your hat fly off your head and you didn’t even care. You’d almost forgotten how fun it was to neck-rein at that high of a speed.

You looped around the second barrel, and the third, and your horse all but flew down the center of the pattern as she ran out of the arena. You sat back in your saddle, trying to get her to slow down but you didn’t really want her to. It had to have felt just as good for her as it did for you—the two of you hadn’t done more than a light canter in a while and she was clearly itching to get out some pent-up energy.

Finally she slowed to a walk as you turned her around to head back towards the arena. The young girl came running out of the building with a huge smile on her face, your hat hanging from her fingertips.

“That was so cool!” she handed your hat back to you.

You hopped down off your horse with a smile, “That was the most fun I’ve had in a while, I can’t lie,” you laughed, “I’m glad you asked us to run it—that felt amazing.”

“Do you board here?” she looked at you expectantly.

You nodded, “I sure do. Here every weekend, pretty much. Not that we’re really training to compete anymore, but you know.”

“If we’re ever here at the same time do you think that you could give me some pointers?”

You nodded, feeling your heart swell inside your chest, “Absolutely.”

“Yes! Oh that’s so awesome. Thank you so much. I’ll, um, I’ll let you get back to your friends. But thank you so much.”

You smiled, “Of course. I’ll see you around.”

She bounded off, an excited spring to her step. You chuckled and shook your head as you started to lead your horse back to the barn so you could take off her saddle and bridle. As the two of you meandered, Angel and the guys all came out of the arena, looks of surprise all over their faces.

“What the fuck was that, querida?” Angel laughed as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What?” you feigned ignorance.

“When were we gonna find out that you know how to do all that?” EZ piped up.

“I told you guys that I ride!”

“That,” Angel threw his arm around your shoulder, “was not just riding. That was insane! You guys were fucking flying.”

“Shoulda seen how fast we could go when we were actually training for it.”

“Also, didn’t know that you were apparently a celebrity,” there was a smirk on his face as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You laughed and shook your head, “Not a celebrity. The horse world is a small one.”

“You gonna be able to teach us how to do all that?” EZ asked with a laugh.

“Not a fucking chance,” you smiled over at him, “But you guys are more than welcome to come here with me any time.”

“Well now we definitely have to,” Angel said, “Gotta see what other moves you’re holding out on.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “you’ll see. Don’t worry.”

[calypsoff]

Eight. Part 4

Watching Robyn walk back out of the bathroom, I stared at her walking to the bathroom and now coming back out of it, I can’t help but stare. I am tired but I don’t want to sleep, I worry about her safety, I don’t want people coming in here and harassing her or anything like that, this is why I am pushing for Robyn to go to a hotel to be safe so when I wake up I can be there for her, well try but she isn’t going and I am not going to push her to go, she wants to stay here with me and I don’t mind that “does Rich just stay out there all that time? Doesn’t he get tired?” Robyn sat down slowly, she took her coat off now, took her a while. This does mean she isn’t moving “he is a good guy, he is like my carer I would say. He would do anything for me, he is a family friend now. And he will stay out there, he won’t do anything unless he thinks I am in danger. I need it in this life, you don’t know who is good and who is not. You know” nodding my head “man” I said to myself “I really do love you” it came out so natural to me now, it’s just there. Robyn and I just giggled, we giggled like school kids. I feel a little shy now “you can’t stop saying it now, well I am going to do you and just not say it now” shaking my head, looking up at her “you are playing now, it’s ok I get it. I am an asshole, I think if I just see you as Robyn I will be good but yeah, I want to take it slow with you” Robyn grinned “huh, does that include the bedroom too. Remind me to not get you angry if you are playing like that” I cringed “I wouldn’t do that again, I just I want to protect you from that world. That life, it’s hard for you. I know, I remember you told me you always wanted to be protected because you felt your dad never did that for you as a child. A male figure, I remember all that shit. But I got a lot to learn and stuff but for you to be here, it’s like above you” Robyn shook her head “nothing is ever above me Chris, we are equal. Once you accept we are then we are good Chris. And I am willing to wait, as long as we can be truthful with each other yeah?” hearing commotion outside, there is a lot of raised voices.

Robyn and I just stared at each other “I can’t protect you; you’re going to have to protect me” I said to Robyn as a joke “oh that helps, I think Rich is telling someone off” the door burst open “Chris! Chris tell him I can be here!” TJ ran into the room; Rich also ran behind him “Chris!” he ran around my bed “Rihanna!? What the fuck, Chris” Rich gripped TJ “he’s my friend” I said to Rich “he ain’t my friend, this nigga is out!” Rich is dragging TJ out “Rich, I know of him. Both of them, let them stay” Robyn spoke up, I am glad she did “I don’t like this little rat” I chuckled at Rich calling him a rat “if he starts talking shit then I will be back” he pushed him to the floor “man, I will fight you!” TJ spat, Barry is so silent just staring, a little smirk on his face “it’s forehead gang united, it’s Fenty. Long-time pop star” Barry walked over to Robyn, she got up from the seat “Barry Bradford” watching them both hug “what are you doing here anyways? Did Chris do the make a wish foundation thing and you came” Robyn hit his arm moving back “don’t be so silly” TJ is still in shock “wow! You smell so fucking good, man. You are beautiful, I don’t care about small titties I would do you, between you and Bey it’s you! I am loyal, I go so hard” I would beat his ass, but I can’t “you have always been this way, weird” TJ jumped up and down “man, this is fucking Rihanna!” I don’t want her to hug him, but she is, not impressed though because he is thinking about her titties.

Robyn sat back down on the chair “I am glad you came, I always wanted to ask why you never told me about Chris being around. You said he went but he didn’t, he was around just being bad? Like I am not an angel to him, but it was only right I knew” Robyn is angry, she is angry at Barry. I like this anger, it’s a little kinky “I knew that would come up, Chris and I fell out. We weren’t speaking so I didn’t know where he was anyways, even if I told you what it was your people was there, they was telling me I had to move and I couldn’t touch or speak to you. What did you want me to say? When you said where is freckles? And then you turned around and said where is Chris? Some bald guy said hurry up to me and he was listening, I couldn’t say oh by the way Chris is drug dealing and being dumb, so I said he wasn’t here. You and I both know your big ass entourage was pushing to go, they didn’t even want to be there. They barely let me hug you that time, it was hard, and I am sorry. But what counts you’re here now, I am shocked to see you here, but you came for him. And I think that means a lot to my friend, you have really shown him what he is missing” Barry knows everything, I mean I have told him “I understand, I am just a little angry at how everything went down” I can tell she is “y’all dating” turning to TJ, that stupid little smirk on his face “is your chain fake” Robyn retorted, I snorted laughing. Barry screamed out “hey! What the hell, man. That is rude, I just seen Chris staring at you, he got heart eyes. I was being nice” Robyn is rude for that.

TJ be airing me out, like we aren’t even dating we are just taking things slowly but he sat here saying we are dating, he needs to relax with all that “can I say that I met you or is this a secret meet up?” TJ asked, I am glad he asked “I want you to shut up about it, you ain’t tell nobody about this. I don’t want nobody harassing her like that” TJ’ smile grew “oh wow, calm down. Protecting what is yours now huh?” I swear I hate him “nigga fuck you” I mumbled “just need to protect her” I can feel Robyn’ eyes on me and I hate it, it’s making me shy as hell “mhmmm protect her huh, cute” Barry chuckled “leave him alone, he is sweet” Robyn makes it worse “so you really came here for him? That is love right there, I think he should move, we told him to go out of town and we will visit him. Like nigga, you ain’t going to survive another attack, I am telling you now. You need to think of you” TJ always been saying for me to move but this is my home “I agree” looking over at Robyn “you moving me in?” I said as Robyn giggled “I don’t have a home unless you are coming Barbados, I am here, there everywhere but anyways, I think you should sleep. I will come tomorrow, text me when it’s quiet. I will get a hotel” oh she is going “you can stay at my place? Honestly” looking up at her “is it safe there?” nodding my head “it’s rather nice, it’s quiet. I live next to some white couple, it’s on the third floor, you have to walk up the steps a little bit, but you can stay there. It’s clean, there may be a few things laying around but it’s not bad, my key is there” pointing behind me “open it and give me your phone I will enter my location. My mom had cleaned I think, she said she did but yeah, stay. Also don’t worry nobody will come there at all, only I have the key” she doesn’t need to pay out for a hotel now “oh wow, oh wait. You and Riri got star tattoos oh my god, it comes together. You both! You see this Barry; this whole star business” TJ is nosey as hell “are you sure about this?” Robyn asked “yeah I am, honestly. It should be somewhat clean” I hope “she might see the wall of her pictures bro” TJ sniggered; he is a trip.

I am thinking to myself, what the fuck am I doing. Why am I even doing this, like he offered me his apartment and I couldn’t help but say yes, a small side of me is wanting to be nosey on how he lives, and I get to see his little place and where he stays, I guess I am just being nosey, but Rich is not amused, he isn’t happy but it’s not a bad neighbourhood at all. He isn’t wrong about that at all, he said that the neighbourhood is fine, but I know Chris wouldn’t put me in danger “so where do I sleep?” Rich said as he unlocked the front door “On the couch, I don’t know. You can go if you like? I will just stay here, I am not going anywhere anyways” he stepped to the side “after you” looking up at Rich smiling as I stepped into Chris’ apartment, it’s the cutest thing ever. The little open planned kitchen area and living, I mean he said his mom cleaned but I don’t think she did, he has clothes on the living room flooring “I can’t leave you just here, so I will take the couch” I chuckled, he is too loyal to me. Oh wow, I am in Chris’ home and to me I feel at home, and for him to just simply let me come here without a care, he has nothing to hide I guess “what are you doing?” Rich is going into the bedroom “checking” rolling my eyes, Chris’ apartment has been left as it was the last time he was here, and a window hasn’t been open here and the curtains haven’t been open. It’s not that bad as I assumed it would have been anyways.

Rich finished his little tour “the bathroom is clean, but you know we are sharing that?” pulling a face “just timed ok” crossing my arms across my chest as I slowly walked into his bedroom, his bed is not made. I don’t know why I am smiling when I really should cuss him out when I could have walked into a hotel room and just have a ready made bed, what can I say I am crazy. Reaching down on the bed and picking his jacket off the bed, bringing the jacket up to my nose. It smells just like him, looking around his room and my eyes laid onto the newspaper clipping, slowly walking up to the framed newspaper clipping, I was at that game, I was there at that game and I watched him play basketball, there was scouts there too. He has it framed, he is really good at it “the next best thing to come out of VA” I read out, bringing my eyes down and seeing his various awards, he loves sports. I hope he still does but he was doing every sport he could, and he won. He just had to be stupid, he has everything going for him and for him to have his awards out like this, it shows me he cares, and it does affect him on what happened. He is such a goof ball in school, a goof ball I liked a lot actually, but he made me smile every time. I guess I better clean the room up, the bed totally needs doing before I rest my head on that.

I will never forget how to make a bed, I have finally finished it “Rihanna” Rich said from outside the door “yeah, you can come in. I am practically changing his bed sheets” the door opened slowly “I wasn’t being nosey, I promise you but I just saw this notebook and a picture of you fell out of it so I just checked why, he got skills” walking over to Rich, he held out the notebook out to me “I got the page open” taking it from him, I gasped “oh my god” I said in a whisper, he drew. He drew me ever so perfect “oh my god” I said to myself, I feel emotional seeing this. I didn’t expect it from him at all, I am just in shock. Turning the page, he has some random drawings, but they are so detailed, but to think he spent his time drawing me “he really does love me” I said a loud “if he is wasting his time doing that then yes he does” side eyeing Rich “I am literally going to hug this, I am keeping it. Thank you” walking off with it, I am saying thank you like he did it, but he found it and showed me, he actually drew me, only a man in love would do this.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Resistant Omega: Part 4

Pairings: Omega!Mickey Milkovich x Male Alpha!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Word Count: 3,506

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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“Do you think this run is a good idea?” Mickey asked, hesitantly as the two of you got ready for bed. “I mean, I’m all for making fucking money. But even I have to admit there are a lotta fucking holes in this plan of yours.”

“I know.” You confessed as you threw clothes into the hamper to bring downstairs. “Which is why you’re not going, and why I’m driving the front car.”

“Ha! You’re funny.”

“Am I?” You turned around and looked at him with your eyebrow raised as you grabbed a plastic grocery bag from the holder you kept beside your TV. “What, you thought I was going to let my fucking Omega go on a fucking run with that many fucking holes in it? And beside the fucking class thing, did you really fucking think I’d let someone that just punched me in the fucking face for being a fag go on a run before they prove their worth to the boss?” You dumped his ashtray in the bag, threw out an empty cigarette pack and a few empty beer bottles, and waited for his answer with a smile.

“Fucking seriously? Are you gunna hold that shit against me…”

“Oh I absolutely fucking am.” You chuckled as you kneeled down on the bed and gave him a harsh kiss. “You broke my fucking nose and yet you’re still in my fucking bed.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, baby boy. And I don’t hold it against you, and I won’t hold it against you either. But my job as your Alpha is to fucking protect you and taking you on a run where there are half a million holes is not protecting you.”

“OK, well I’m gunna be the defiant son of a bitch that sneaks into your car then.”

“You think so?” You tossed the tied off trash bag by the door and crawled on the bed beside him with a sarcastic smirk. “You think I’m gunna let you be fucking defiant?” You reached out quickly and grabbed him around the middle as he turned away to pout. “Oh my poor baby!”

“Fuck you.” He groaned as you pulled him back into your chest. “I’m going with you.”

“Hmmm…. What’s in it for me if you go?” Seeing a chink in your armor, he quickly turned and propped himself up on his fist.

“I’ll blow you.”

“Oh, tempting offer.” You said with a smile as you laid your head down flat and drew a small circle on the small of his back. “But my counter question is is that something you’re ready for? Because you’re jumping milestones kinda quickly and while I’m proud… OK, we’re doing this now then.” You rolled over on to your back and helped him push your boxers down as he kissed the center of your chest and started to work his way down.

“I’m gunna be bad.”

“And I’ll teach you how to get better. Just go with your instinct and we’ll… fuck me.” You groaned and gently held on to the back of his head as he ran his tongue across the tip of your cock and gently cupped your balls in his palm. “Yep… yep, just like that. Take it slow… there’s no rush… Jesus Christ that fucking mouth…” You grunted and closed your eyes as he worked your length with an imperfect perfection that you couldn’t teach if you wanted to. You could only give little tips here and there, and you purposely kept your hand around your knot and the bottom third of your length so he wouldn’t get too eager too fast. “Fuck, Mickey… don’t stop. Fuck there’s no way you haven’t done this before.” You looked down to watch him swallow your length and you almost melted when you met his blue eyes.

“You’re gunna fucking ruin me for anyone else, baby… don’t fuckin’ stop…” He moaned and pulled your hand away to take you deeper as he gave your balls a gentle squeeze and brushed his middle finger across your ass which threw you over the edge instantly. You swore and tried to pull back but Mickey managed to open his throat and take you even further. You came with a guttural growl and gripped his wrist tight but he shifted his hand to lace his fingers with yours. He gagged on the foreign taste of your cum and you quickly pulled him off of you and up toward your chest. You used your hand to finish the last of your release as you grabbed a half empty beer off your table for him.

“Spit or swallow, it’s OK…”

“Don’t fucking coddle.” He huffed as he took the beer to rinse down your cum. You huffed and shook your head as you fought to catch your breath.

“Holy fuck.”

“My fucking jaw hurts.”

“You get used to it.” You chuckled as you looked over at him. “Who the fuck were you blowing before me?”

“Fuck you.” You smiled and forced yourself to sit up to smoke a cigarette before you fucked your amazingly handsome Omega.

“You know you were going on the run whether you blew me or not.”

“Yea, that’s just because you want to use me for my mouth while you drive.”

“You caught on.” You handed him a cigarette and traded him for the beer as he punched you in the shoulder.

“You’re a fucking dick, do you know that?” You smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“You love it. You better smoke quick, baby boy. Because I’m already ready for that ass.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Alright, sound off.” You said as you walked into the warehouse you didn’t officially own but that you kept all your run vehicles in.

“Car 1, good.”

“2, good.

“Back car, good.”

“Tow one, good.” 

You nodded your head slowly with every single call out as you stopped in front of ‘car 1’, the lead car, and pulled your gloves on. Your sunglasses went on next and you glanced over at Mickey out of the corner of your eye. You weren’t entirely happy about him coming with, but it was what it was.

“V 4, ready.”

“Alright, load ‘em up.” You pushed Mickey’s shoulder and pointed to the lead car you would be driving. Jax looked over at you, questioningly, as you moved your seat up and pointed Mickey into the back.

“Fuck is this?” You choose to ignore him as you pushed your seat back into place and got in the car, but Jax didn’t let it go. “Bro, what the fuck is the fucking Milkovich…”

“What the fucking fuck have I told you about asking fucking questions?” You barked as you looked over at him.  “What does it fucking matter if he’s going on the fucking run or not? What the fuck does it matter if I gave him a fucking job or not? It fucking doesn’t. What fucking matters is that we have a Goddamn job to do and the only fucking place that your head should be is on the fucking job. Not on who the fuck is in the fucking back seat of my fucking car. And I swear to fuck, you ask one more mother-fucking stupid ass question, and I will put a fucking bullet in your fucking skull.” You turned your car over and threw it in first as Jax looked between you and Mickey, incredulously. 

“That’s why I’m in the car.” Mickey said with a smirk as he sat back in his seat. “I don’t ask fucking questions.”

“Shut the fuck up!” You barked as you pulled on to the main road and headed out of town. “Fucking Christ you assholes talk to much.” You knew Jax was pissed that he didn’t know what was going on, but you had unofficially given your word not to say anything. You sighed loudly and pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket as you went back to running through every detail of the day to prepare for any and all possible hiccups. You were so focused on your plans that you weren’t thinking when you lit your smoke and habitually passed it back to Mickey.

“Holy shit.” Jax gasped as his eyes widened and whipped between the two of you again. “He’s your fucking closeted Omega, isn’t he?”

“What the fuck did I just say?” You roared as you pulled your gun out of your pocket and put it against his temple. “Get the fuck outta my car!”

“No, I’m done.” He said as he held his hands up in surrender. “I’m fucking done, I swear!”

“Hey.” Mickey said softly as he scooted forward and gently grabbed the gun. “It’s over now. Let’s go over the fucking plan just one more time. Refresh my fucking memory because I’m a fucking dumbass.” You let him take the gun from you and he traded it with the cigarette you had given him as he glared at Jax. He nodded his head at your Omega as you exhaled forcefully and passed him back the cigarette.

“Alright, shit’s going down like this…”

——

The single crack of a shotgun made you realize that this entire run was going to shit a lot sooner than you originally expected.

“No, bail out. Bail out!” You yelled as you pulled on Jax’s jeans but he continued to clip his harness to the line all the same.

“I got it!” He yelled as he climbed out of the sunroof.

“Mickey, don’t you fucking do it.” You barked as you tried to keep your car straight with the truck when it swayed due to the driver trying to get Jax out of his truck over driving his car. “Mickey, don’t!” 

“I got it.” He said as he climbed into the passenger seat and grabbed the metal cable that connected your car to the truck via a whaling harpoon. 

“Mick… Goddamn it!” You tried to grab his jeans to keep him in the car when the truck driver rammed the back of your car. “Fuck!” You tried to straighten out your path but you were too far over, and with one more tap to your bumper, your car careened into the grass. You tensed and swore as the car launched into the air and rolled a few times before coming to a stop on the driver side door.

“… we have to go back!”

“We can’t…” You groaned and reached up to hit the button of the walkie that you had strapped to your bulletproof vest.

“I’m fine.” You groaned as you unbuckled your seatbelt. “Keep fucking going. Tow 1, you’re up.” You let go of the button and huffed in pain before looking for a way out. You grabbed your cigarettes off the ground where the drivers side window should have been and crawled out of the sunroof as a tow truck from your crew pulled up behind your car.

“That looked like fun.” Daryl said as you stumbled on a most likely broken ankle.

“That fucker isn’t dead, I’m gunna fucking kill him myself.” You growled as you grabbed your boy’s arm and hobbled over to the passenger seat. “Guys, you make it in one piece?”

“Yea, pullin off the fifty-five now.” You nodded and reached up to see if Mickey was OK when he responded for you.

“Pretty sure I cracked a fuckin’ rib jumpin onto the fucking grill… that’ll be fuckin’ repaid.”

“Nope, that’s mine.” You grumbled as Daryl moved the tow truck to pick up your car before a police officer could show up and make some inquiries. “Whoever’s in v one, come get me.”

“Already here.” Mike said as he pulled up and stopped in front of the tow truck.

“Get over here. My fucking ankle’s broken.” You lit a cigarette and jumped down from the passenger seat as the radio continued to chatter with the vehicles coordinating to empty the score. Mike glanced over at you and held you up as you jumped like a pathetic deer over to the van. “I’m gunna fucking kill this prick.”

“Least you got some fuckin free Oxy to look forward to.”

“Just drive the fucking van.” You smoked slow, and impatiently tapped your good foot until your ride pulled down a deserted road that had no farms or houses on it. “What do we got?” You yelled out the window as you looked at the shrink wrapped towers.

“It’s a fucking cluster fuck.” Jax said as he flipped through the clipboard on his way over to you. “I can’t tell my fucking ass from my elbow…”

“Alright, let me see.” You huffed as you turned in your spot and held out your hand. You looked at the list, that gave delivery numbers and not prescription names, and growled. “Someone get that driver over here and bring me a fucking gun.” You continued to flip through the list and lit another cigarette as Mickey came over for a second.

“You OK?”

“Fuckin’ hurtin’.” You sighed as you flipped another page.

“We should just rip through the boxes…”

“I don’t want to waste the time if I don’t fucking have to. To many chances to leave fingerprints to rip off all that fucking cellophane.”

“I’m not fucking helping you steal from people who need these meds.” The driver said as he was dragged over in front of you. You looked up at him and held your hand out for Mickey’s gun as you tossed the clipboard on the dash.

“You fucking think so?” You asked as you cocked the gun and shot the man in the meat of his thigh. “Ankle.” You gestured for Mickey to go, and he instantly punched the guy in the ribs. “Now let’s try that again, shall we?” 

“Fuck you!” You wasted zero time putting a bullet through his head as you looked over at Jax.

“Get in there. We got a lot of shit to get through in a very short period of time.”

“Dude.” Mickey laughed as he moved out of the way for your crew. “What, we’re just shooting people now?”

“Go get up there, bitch. You got to fucking work, too.”

“Fuck you.” He growled as he went over to start ripping through the loads to pack up the medications you needed for the neighborhood. You lit yourself another cigarette and tried not to think about the pain as your twenty man crew ripped through the palettes as fast as possible so you didn’t get caught by the cops.

——

“Mickey…”

“Hold on.”

“Mickey…”

“Just hold on, Alpha.”

“Omega!”

“What?” Mickey barked as he looked over at you with wide eyes. You smiled and called him forward with a curl of your finger so that he would stop fussing with cleaning up every little thing you had out in your living room after your good run/ welcome home from the hospital party.

“This shit is a fucking disaster waiting to happen.”

“Come here.”

“How the fuck do they expect you to live like this?”

“Come here, Omega.”

“I’m fucking coming.” He snapped as he threw away his handful of empty beer bottles in a large, nearly full trash bag and came over to see what you wanted. You grabbed ahold of his hand and pulled at him until you were able to get him to lay down on top of you on the couch. You let out a content sigh and kissed the top of his head as he shamelessly snuggled into your throat and scented you. His body relaxed and he squeezed your sides with his arms in a half hug.

“See? Much better.”

“Fuck you.” You hummed and nodded your head as you pulled up his shirt and ran the tips of your fingers across his back. “I thought you fucking died.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, baby boy.” He nodded his head and purred the slightest bit. “I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

“For not killing Jax when he called you out.”

“Long as that fucker doesn’t out me…”

“Don’t ruin a good moment.” He huffed but smirked all the same.

“I… I love you.” Your fingers stopped and you tilted your head to the side to look at him, but he closed his eyes almost in shame. “I just… I needed you to know that.” You rubbed his back again and kissed his forehead as gently as you could.

“I love you, too, Mickey.” His eyes opened slowly and searched yours, which made you smile more and nod. “Yea, I said it.”

“Good.” With a chuckle, you gave him a chaste kiss, and settled back into the couch to relax after a long day. “I’m gay.”

“Yea, baby boy. You’re gay.” He nodded again and sighed as he brushed his thumb across your rib cage.

“He’s gunna kill me.”

“Who is?”

“My old man.”

“What, you think I’m gunna let him come near you with a ten foot pole?”

“What, so he can beat your ass instead?”

“Hey…” You said softly as you put your hand on his cheek. “What are you worried about here?” He shook his head and closed his eyes again with a sigh.

“I’m scared that loving you will get you killed.” You sighed and tapped his nose so that he would look at you.

“Mickey, I have enough guns to last me a life time, and while I may be shorter and skinnier than your old man, I am stronger than him, and way more Alpha than him when it comes to a certain Omega we have in common. And I know you may not think so, but I will go fucking feral before I let something happen to you. I swear, baby. You are safe with me and I will fight anyone and everyone that tries to harm you, or me, or us for any fucking reason, OK?” He sighed and closed his eyes but nodded his head subtly. “Hey…” You waited until he opened his eyes again and gently reached out to brush your fingertips across his face. “I love you. And as long as you keep loving me in return, I will always, always protect you.” He nodded his head the slightest bit and let out the slightest sigh, but he stiffened and practically jumped off your body when someone knocked on your front door.

“There’s no fire, Mic.” You pointed out as you leaned over to get your cigarettes off the coffee table. “It’s open!”

“How’s the ankle, asshat?” Jax said as he strolled in with an envelope in his hand.

“So amazing. I love every minute of this shit. What you got for me?”

“We offloaded the HIV meds, the cancer pills, and the other non-street meds at the clinic. Here’s your shit.”

“You pay out the boys?” You asked as you caught the envelope and opened it up.

“Boys are paid out. And yes, I just dropped off Gertie’s meds with Sandra.”

“And the rest hit the streets?”

“Couple hours ago.” He confirmed as you split your cash in half and set it on your chest.

“Mickey.”

“So you guys are a thing?” Jax asked, hesitantly.

“Fuck you.” Mickey snapped as he took the envelope from your hand, which was probably double the pay out any of your other guys typically got for a run.

“We’re keeping that shit in this fucking house, we clear?” He nodded his head as he lit a cigarette and exhaled around it.

“I always knew you’d end up with a guy.” He said as he got up to grab a few beers as you sat up and slid back on the couch. “Just didn’t think it was gunna be a fucking Milkovich.”

“What, I come off that fucking gay? Mickey just sit the fuck down!” He flipped you off and threw the rest of the beer bottles in the bag before tying it off and carrying it over to the front door.

“You don’t really come off that fucking gay.” Jax said as he came back into the living room with three beers. “But I’ve known your ass since we were old enough to light old man Miller’s fucking fence on fire. You’re one of the most fucking manly men I know… but you’re fucking gay as fuck.”

“Fuck you.” You chuckled as you lifted your leg for Mickey to prop your casted ankle up on a pillow. 

“No, I’ll leave that to him. Alright, I’m going home to my Omega so she can talk my fucking ear off for hours because she hasn’t been able to get ahold of me all fucking day to do it then.”

“Enjoy that shit.” You said as you tilted your beer at him. “Take the fucking trash out with you!”

“You’re an ass!” He yelled over his shoulder as he grabbed the bag on his way out. You took the last drag of your smoke and leaned over to put it out so you could go to bed.

“Lock up, ‘mega. I’m fuckin’ beat.”

Part 5

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I’m Not Going Anywhere - Chapter 2

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After his argument with his dad, Donnie rode his bike to school. Gary was currently talking to Principal Walker about postponing the Graduation Ceremony. Principal Walker wasn’t taking it too well. Donnie zoomed in on the two adults talking. 

“There's Dad taking shit from Principal Walker.” Donnie commented. Donnie looked over and saw [Y/N] and Trey walking over. Along with the two brothers, [Y/N] volunteered to do interviews for the video time capsules. 

“Did you two get the last of the interviews?” Donnie asked the pair. [Y/N] shook her head, looking at the Junior. 

“No, we still got a few to do.” She said. Trey smirked. 

“But what we did get was a nice shot of Miss Bell's cleavage. Wanna see?” Trey asked. He showed Donnie the footage. [Y/N] frowned. Donnie sighed. 

“Trey.” Donnie said. Trey shrugged his shoulders. 

“What? You don't get many teachers with a rack like that.” Trey said, pointing to the footage. [Y/N] slapped the boy on the back of the head. Trey flinched. “Ow!” Trey shouted. 

“You deserved that, cut it out. We need to start editing right after graduation.” [Y/N] said. Donnie nodded, looking at the girl. 

“[Y/N]’s right. Dad wants the clips online by the end of next week.” Donnie said. Trey closed the screen of the camera. He looked at [Y/N] and shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. 

“What's the point of doing a video time capsule? Video won't even exist in 25 years.” Trey said. [Y/N] looked at him with shock and disappointment. “What?” He asked. 

“Time Capsules record important events! It’s leaving things behind for the next generation!” [Y/N] said. Trey shook his head, holding his hands out. 

“What next generation? The only next generation is the high schoolers who aren’t graduating yet.” Trey said. [Y/N] gave him a ‘Duh’ look. 

“Exactly! Why do you think we are asking people to say something to the future them?” [Y/N] asked. Donnie sighed, shaking his head. 

“Let's just get it finished. Okay?” Donnie said. [Y/N] nodded. She understood that Donnie was under a lot of stress.

“Yeah. Okay.” She said. She smiled kindly at him. A small bit of jealousy erupted into Trey’s mind. He looked down at the camera in his hands.

“Fine,” Trey said. He looked up again, looking around. “Did you guys see the weather report? Supposed to be a big storm coming. Maybe they'll cancel the whole,” Trey was cut off when [Y/N] elbowed him. He looked to her. [Y/N] pointed at something. That something was Kaitlyn Johnston. 

Trey started up the camera again. “Whoa. There's your girl.” Trey said. Kaitlyn seemed to be talking to Miss. Blasky about something. Miss. Blasky walked away. Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and ran her hand through her hair in distress. Trey smacked Donnie on the shoulder. 

“Oh, dude. Now's your chance, man. Vulnerable girl. Comforting guy. Right?” Trey asked. Donnie sighed and shook his head. [Y/N] looked at Donnie. She also knew of Donnie’s crush on her friend. Kaitlyn was one of the second people, beside Donnie and Trey to welcome her to Silverton. Kaitlyn and [Y/N] immediately hit it off. They were extremely close, almost like sisters.  

“Just go talk to her and see if she's okay.” [Y/N] said. Donnie shook his head. 

“We have work to do.” Donnie said. Trey shook his head. 

“Chickenshit. Come on.” Trey urged. 

“I need to get the last of the interviews, and Dad's, like, on my case about it.” Donnie said. Trey shook his head. 

“Screw Dad.” Trey said. [Y/N] looked at Trey, shocked. 

“Trey!” [Y/N] scolded. Trey looked at her and shrugged. 

“What? It’s true,” he said. “Go do something for yourself for once.” Trey said. [Y/N] sighed. She knew that Trey was just trying to help his brother out. “Bro, [Y/N] and I are literally begging you.” Trey said. [Y/N] placed her hands on Donnie’s upper arms. 

“Just go talk to her. All right?” [Y/N] said. Donnie sighed, knowing he wouldn’t win this argument. Especially against his brother and his best friend. 

“All right.” Donnie said. Trey and [Y/N] smiled. 

“Yeah?” Trey asked. Donnie chuckled. 

“Stop.” Donnie said, starting to walk towards the library where Kaitlyn had gone a few seconds before. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Trey and I smiled as we watched his older brother head off towards the library.  Trey laughed. 

“Heh. Have fun.” Trey called in a sing-song voice. Trey looked at me. “He's really doing it.” Trey said, laughing. “We gotta film this train wreck.” Trey said. I looked at him. 

“Trey, leave him, alone for once.” I said. Trey looked at me. 

“Come on, [Y/N]. This is epic! He’s finally going to ask her out!” Trey said. I shook my head. 

“He’s not going to ask her out. He’s going to comfort her.” I said. Trey pointed at me and shook his head. 

“You don’t know that and there’s one way to find out.” Trey said. Before I knew it, Trey grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the library. 

Donnie walked up to Kaitlyn, who was sitting at a table with her laptop out in front of her. 

“And he's pulling into the station.” Trey said quietly. He and I were hiding behind the doors to the library. Trey zoomed in on the two with his camera. 

“Hey, Kaitlyn?” Donnie asked quietly. Kaitlyn looked up and smiled lightly. 

“Hey.” She said back. Donnie pointed to himself, still standing.

“It's Donnie.” Donnie said, not quite knowing if she knew his name. Kaitlyn nodded. 

“Yeah. I know.” She said. 

“Strike one.” Trey said quietly. I smiled lightly and shook my head. 

“Trey, shut up.” I hissed. Donnie, unaware of our presence, set his back pack down. He took a seat next to her. 

“Are you okay?” Donnie asked. “I saw you outside with Miss Blasky.” He said.  Kaitlyn looked back at her computer screen. 

“Right. Uh, I had this application for an apprenticeship, and it had to be submitted by the weekend,” she started explaining. She opened the application to show Trey. “And Miss Blasky checked it for me, and it's just completely corrupted. I don't know what happened to it. It was fine yesterday.” She said. Donnie looked at the application. 

“Yeah. Yeah, that's toast. What was it about?” He asked. 

“The abandoned factory on Garner.” Kaitlyn said. 

“Oh, the paper mill?” Donnie asked. Kaitlyn nodded, looking at him. 

“Yeah.” She said. Donnie nodded his head. 

“Yeah.” He said, slightly awkward. Undeterred by the awkward comment, Kaitlyn continued describing what her application was about. 

“When they shut it down, the state never paid for an official cleanup. So there's all these chemicals and hazardous materials sitting there contaminating the soil and probably running off into the water.” Kaitlyn said. 

“That's what the film's about.” Donnie said, not sounding very interested. 

“Pretend to be interested.” Trey said quietly. I glanced at him. 

“You do know your advice is practically useless when he can’t even hear it?” I asked quietly. Trey rolled his eyes. 

“Anyway, the submission doesn't make any sense at all without it. So I'm screwed.” Kaitlyn said. She ran her hands through her hair again. I really wished that I could be over there comforting her. But, as much as I don’t really like to agree with Trey on this, it was the only way and probably the only chance Donnie had at asking Kaitlyn out. 

“Come on, man. Take a swing.” Trey urged. 

“Trey, shut up!” I hissed again. 

“You're into all this environmental stuff, huh?” Donnie asked. 

“Come on, man. Just ask her out.” Trey urged again. 

“Trey, if you don’t shut up right now, I swear I’m going to duck-tape your fucking mouth shut!” I threatened. 

“Gotta take care of the planet, right? Or else the planet will take care of us, right? Heh.” Donnie said, laughing awkwardly. 

“That was awkward.” Trey said. I growled quietly. 

“Alright, that’s it.” I said. Trey looked at me. 

“You don’t even have duck-tape on you!” Trey said. I shook my head. 

“So? Doesn’t mean I can’t go and find some, come back and then duck-tape your loud mouth shut!” I argued back. Kaitlyn laughed dryly.

“Heh. Yeah. Well, some of us care, or at least are trying to.” She said. Donnie looked at her.

“No. I'm sorry. I can help. I have all these cameras and this editing software and,” Donnie said. Kaitlyn looked at him, her hope renewed. 

“Really?” She asked. Donnie nodded. 

“Yeah.” He said. “Well, this will be easy. We can reshoot this.” Donnie said, looking at the computer.

“It'd have to be today.” Kaitlyn said. Donnie froze. 

“Today?” He asked. Kaitlyn’s eyes widened. 

“Oh, you and [Y/N] are filming the graduation.” Kaitlyn said. “No, it's fine.” She changed her mind.

“No. No. My brother, Trey, he's good with all this stuff too. He and [Y/N] can get that.” Donnie reassured her. While I was perfectly fine with this, Trey wasn’t. 

“No way.” Trey whispered. 

“Like, they can get that footage.” Donnie said. 

“Really?” Kaitlyn asked. Donnie nodded. 

“It's not a problem.” He said. 

“Sure?” She asked again. Donnie nodded. 

“Yes, it's a problem.” Trey whispered. I snickered. Trey glared at me. 

“[Y/N], now’s not the time.” He whispered, causing me to snicker more.  Donnie nodded. 

“I'm sure. Yeah.” Donnie said. Kaitlyn sighed in relief. 

“Thank you so much,” Kaitlyn said. Donnie shook his head. “No. You have no idea what this means for me. I owe you so big for this.” Kaitlyn said. She stood up. Donnie stood as well and shrugged. 

“No. Well, you know, me and the planet go way back, so,” Donnie said. The bell rang. Kaitlyn gathered her things. 

“Thank you. I'll see you later.” Kaitlyn said. Donnie nodded. 

“Cool.” Donnie said. Kaitlyn started to walk away. 

“Thank you.” She said again, this time leaving. Trey sighed.  

“Okay, no.” Trey said. He pushed through the doors, me following after. Donnie looked up and saw the both of us. 

“This is so not cool.” Trey said. I sighed. 

“Trey,” I tried to calm him down. 

“You are kidding me.” Donnie sighed in anger. “What are you two doing?” Donnie asked. I raised my hands in defense. 

“Hey, he dragged me into this.” I said, pointing at Trey. Trey looked at me like I betrayed him. I shrugged. “What?” I asked. Trey looked back at Donnie. 

“What are you doing? You're gonna skip the ceremony?” Trey asked. I had to admit that I agreed with Trey on this one. If Donnie skipped the ceremony, Gary would not be happy. Donnie nodded. 

“Yeah. Yeah. You two said do something for yourself, so I'm doing something for myself.” Donnie said. Trey looked at me for help on the matter. I shrugged. 

“We did technically say that.” I said. Trey sighed and pointed a finger at me. 

“Not helping, Squirt.” He said. I chuckled. I knew he couldn’t get mad at me. We were best friends. Arguments and playful banter were bound to happen. 

“Yeah. And leaving me and [Y/N] to do all the filming?” Trey asked. Donnie looked at us. 

“You guys can handle it. Right?” Donnie asked. Neither Trey nor I answered. Donnie’s smile fell and worry crossed his features. “You guys can handle it, right?” Donnie asked again. I looked to Trey then back at Donnie. I nodded. 

“Yes.” I said, confidently. Donnie smiled. I elbowed Trey. He groaned.

“Yeah. Yeah. Totally. Hey. You go for it, bro,” Trey said. Donnie smiled and started to walk away. “But get some skin on camera.” Trey called. Donnie stopped and turned around. “E- mail it to me.” He said. I rolled my eyes. 

“Trey, come one.” I said. Trey chuckled. Donnie smiled. 

“Just get the interviews, all right?” Donnie said. Trey nodded. 

“All right, all right, we’re going.” Trey said. Donnie smiled. 

“Okay.” Donnie said, chuckling. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Y/N] and Trey were in the gym interviewing Todd White, the captain of the Silverton High Basketball team. 

“Yo, Todd. We're rolling.” Trey shouted. Todd shot a basket ball through the hoop. Todd turned to the camera. 

“Yo, what's up, me? How's life in the future, bro? So I just know by now you are playing for the NBA, you're super loaded, and you got a super-smoking-hot cheerleader wife. So why the hell are you watching this right now? Why don't you get up to your penthouse and bang her good, right?” Todd shouted, chuckling. [Y/N] stared at him, not that impressed. 

“That's your time-capsule message, Todd?” Trey asked. Todd shook his head. 

“Why not?” He asked. [Y/N] rolled her eyes. 

“Boys are gross.” She said. Trey looked at her. 

“Hey!” He shouted, sounding offended. [Y/N] didn’t look at him. 

“Not sorry.” She said. 

“A message?” The two Sophomores were now interviewing a construction worker named Frank. Frank shook his head. “Nah, too late for me. Too late for these guys,” he gestured to the other workers behind him. “But my kids? Grandkids? Simple. Study. Get good grades. Or else you're gonna hang around this group of losers shoveling shit all day,” Frank chuckled. He realized that he cussed on tape. “Sorry.” He apologized. [Y/N] chuckled. 

“No harm done, Frank.” She said. 

“Please marry a rich guy. Please marry a rich guy.” A cheerleader named London chanted, her eyes closed and fingers crossed. [Y/N] frowned, confused. 

“Uh, we're rolling.” [Y/N] said. London opened her eyes and looked at the camera. 

“So, what would you like to say to yourself in 25 years?” Trey asked. London looked at the two. 

“That was it.” She said. [Y/N] groaned slightly and pinched the bridge of her nose. High schoolers could be so stupid. Trey placed his hand on her thigh, gently patting it, letting her know that they were almost done.

“Twenty-five years time?” An old man named Chester asked. “Ha! My guess is we'd have blown up the world by that time!” Chester said. His dog sat next to him. [Y/N] chuckled. Chester was her favorite interviewee by far. 

“All right.” Trey said. 

“High school sucked,” Jimmy said. Jimmy was an Honor Role student and what most of the students at Silverton High would classify, a nerd. “Hopefully, it was all worth it. You've got your Ph. D. from Brown. You're doing research and using your skills to help,” Jimmy was interrupted by Todd.  

“Douche-rocket! Ha!” Todd shouted, laughing. Jimmy frowned. Trey chuckled. [Y/N] elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Ow!” Trey winced. “Sorry, man.” Trey apologized. 

“I’m still going to duck-tape your fucking mouth shut later.” [Y/N] said. Trey chuckled. 

“Yeah, good luck with that, Squirt.” Trey said. 

“Am I done here?” Jimmy asked. 

“Uh, yeah, sorry, Jimmy. Thank you for your time.” [Y/N] said, smiling kindly. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

The stage was set up on the field for the ceremony. 

“Mike check. One, two, three.” Principal Walker tested the mic. Gary walked across the field, Trey and I following. 

“Where's Donnie?” Gary asked. Trey shrugged. 

“I don't know. Around.” Trey said. I didn’t really say anything, knowing that I shouldn’t get in the middle of this. 

“He knows what time we're starting?” Gary asked. Trey nodded. 

“Yes, Mr. Fuller. Donnie knows what time we’re starting.” I said. 

“Anyway, [Y/N] and I can run the cameras.” Trey said. Gary looked back at him. 

“All three?” He asked. Trey nodded. 

“Well, yes, Dad. That's why they invented tripods.” He replied sarcastically. I sighed. 

“Trey, now really isn’t the time.” I said gently. Gary sighed and looked at Trey and I.  

“Trey, [Y/N] this is important.” Gary said. Trey scoffed. 

“And we can't do it, right?” Trey asked. Gary shook his head. 

“I didn't say that.” He said calmly. Trey nodded. 

“Yeah, you kind of did.” Trey said. He walked away.  

“Trey,” I started. He walked past me. I sighed and looked at Gary. “I’ll talk to him.” I said. I was about to walk off when Gary gently grabbed my arm. 

“[Y/N], you don’t have to.” He said. 

“Yeah, I do,” I pulled my arm out of his hand. “Trey’s my best friend. It’s my job to make sure that he’s alright.” I said and walked off. I saw Trey near the back of the stage. I gently placed my hand on his upper arm. I was a little shorter than he was, reaching up to his nose in height. “Hey. You okay?” I asked gently. Trey shrugged. 

“No, not really. I just wish dad had more faith in me.” He said. I smiled at him sympathetically. 

“I know,” I reached down and started playing with his fingers gently. “I know things have been rough for you all since your mom died. Your dad’s under a lot of stress, and from what I’ve noticed, he has kind of a hard time expressing his emotions,” I said. Trey looked down, nodding. I tucked my fingers under his chin, gently lifting. Trey looked at me. “But believe me when I say that he loves you. He really does. He just forgets to show it sometimes.” I said. Trey nodded, looking down again. 

“Yeah.” Trey whispered out. I gently cupped both sides of his face. He looked at me. 

“You okay now?” I asked gently. Trey placed his larger hands over my own smaller ones and nodded. I sighed. “Come here.” I said. I removed my hands and pulled him into a gentle hug, kissing his cheek. Trey sighed and closed his eyes. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

The Ceremony had started. [Y/N] was standing in the middle of the row of chairs filled with graduating seniors. 

“To all the students of this year's Graduating Class,” Principal Walker said. “Who have dedicated themselves to the hard work necessary to reach this day, you are now standing on the threshold of adult life,” Gary looked at the other cameras and noticed that Donnie wasn’t there. And let me tell you, he did not look happy. He looked at [Y/N]. Where’s Donnie? He mouthed to her. [Y/N] shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. She lowered her eyes to the camera again. “You are free to take your own path and that path will be different for all of you. But it's now time to create your own lives. To create your own destiny.” Principal Walker continued. [Y/N] looked up at the sky, worried. Dark clouds were forming, thunder rumbling. “I leave you with John Updike's words: "You cannot help but learn more as you take the world into your hands. Take it up reverently, for it is an old piece of clay, with millions of thumbprints on it.”,” Rain now started to come down. Students and parents alike pulled out umbrellas, clearly paying attention to the storm warning on the news. [Y/N] arched her back and blinked rapidly, trying to get the rain out of her eyes.   “Oh, great. I guess we should, uh, I guess we should start finishing up, then.” Walker said. [Y/N] rolled her eyes. No shit Sherlock. She thought. The rain started to come down harder. The clouds got darker. This weather was starting to worry [Y/N]. “Seniors! Stand up! Stand up!” The seniors stood. “We salute you!” Walker shouted. The seniors tossed their caps into the air, cheering. The wind started to pick up. “All right! Ah.” Walker groaned as tornado warning sirens started blaring. Okay, now [Y/N] was really freaked out. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sirens kept blaring. “Go inside, guys.” Principal Walker shouted over the sirens. Gary stood up. 

“Stay calm! Move inside in an orderly fashion!” He shouted. I looked around, trying to find either my dad or Trey in the commotion. 

“Everybody, back inside.” I heard my dad shout. I looked around. 

“Dad!” I shouted, trying to find him. 

“To the main building.” Gary said. Trey was still holding the camera. 

“Dude, come on,” he urged. I looked around. 

“Trey!” I shouted. 

“Thing 2!” A familiar voice shouted. I looked behind me and saw Trey. 

“Thing 1!” I shouted. Trey grabbed my hand. 

“Are you okay?” Trey shouted. I nodded. 

“What about you?” I asked. Trey nodded in confirmation. “We need to go, now.” I said. Trey and I quickly rushed to the main building.  Gary was still ushering people in.

“Here we go! Quickly! Come on! Here we go! Come on, this way.” Gary urged. “Everybody! Okay, 90!” Gary shouted, somehow keeping track of how many people were coming in. “Here we go. Here we go. Keep moving. All the way down the hall. “Keep this door open. Come on.” Gary said to a graduate. 

“Move on in, folks. Move in.” Walker said, trying to remain calm. 

“Everybody into the storm shelter area.” Gary ordered. “Keep this hallway clear. Make sure nobody's behind us. All the way down!” Gary shouted. Trey and I raced in. I looked around for my dad. 

“Dad!” I shouted. 

“[Y/N]!” I whirled around and sighed in relief. Dad raced over to me and pulled me into a hug. He gently cupped my face as we pulled away. “Are you alright?” Dad asked. I nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. What about you?” I asked. Dad shook his head. 

“Don’t worry about me. Go all the way in, alright.” Dad said. I shook my head.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know that Mr. Fuller and Trey are safe!” I shouted. Dad sighed. He knew there was no stopping me. Trey was still near the window, so I would stick close to him.  

“Trey! Where's Donnie?” I heard Gary ask. I looked behind me and saw Trey still by the windows, filming.  

“Uh, I don't exactly know.” Trey said, trying not to reveal the truth.  

“Get away from the window.” Gary ordered. Just then, a whole tree came flying through the window. Dad gently yet quickly pushed me to the wall, covering me with his body. I screamed.

“Tornado!” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

//I apologize if Chapter 2 is a little long. If the switching between Third and First person is too confusing, please let me know so I can fix it. I want all my readers to have the best reading experience they can. I hope you all like it.// 

[the-dead-skwad]

Independent Part 1 X Tig Trager X Reader

My first Sons Of Anarchy fic. I dunno what it is about Tig but damn he’s hot. I have quite a few ideas for where this is going.

Summary: You catch the eye of Tig, going on a date at a sons party. 

Mentions of abuse and some fighting. Smut to follow. 

You saw red as you started your bike, you tried to take a breath to calm down but it didn't work. You revved the engine and kicked the stand from under you. Your sister ran out your shop "Y/N! Please don't!" But it was too late. Smoke followed behind you. 

Pulling into the parking lot you saw a bunch of men standing around. You knew exactly who owned this garage but that wasn't going to stop you. If you got your ass beat you'd be fine. You could see him talking to someone, he had his back to you which was perfect. Bikes coming in and out of the place made no reason for anyone to turn around as you stopped. You put it back on the stand and took your helmet off leaving it hanging off the handlebars. You pulled your baseball bat from its own little sheath just under the right side of your seat. 

"Hey doll you okay?" One of the bikers called over to you. He had messy black hair and piercing blue eyes. 

You smiled "Just fine thanks." You swung the bat round in your hand before walking towards the group of men. "HEY! TONY!" Shouting as loud as you could.

He turned to look at you "Oh shi-"

Before he could finish you swung as hard as you could, the bat connected with his cheek shattering it completely. Blood sprayed as he fell to the ground. All the men around you shouted. Before anyone could stop you you hit him again. "You think its okay to hit women?" Everyone stopped as soon as they heard you. You bent down to get closer to his face. "I'm telling you now Meg is coming to live with me. You don't call her, text her, you so much as think about my little sister again and I will kill you." You stood back up and placed your boot on his cheeky pressing his face closer into the dirt "That isn't a threat asshole. That’s a promise." You kicked him as hard as your could in the stomach before turning on your heal back to your bike. You wiped the blood off your bat on a rag hanging on the back of your bike. 

"Jesus girl." The same biker looked at Tony spitting blood in the dirt "You got a swing and a half on you." 

"He got what was coming to him." 

"No doubt." He smiled sweetly at you."I gotta know your name." 

"Gotta know or wanna know?" You winked at him "Come by my store one day. Studio next to the barbers and I'd kick that piece of shit outta here if I was you." You revved your engine before speeding out the garage.

He turned to the guy stood by him "Jesus man.. she's wife material." 

--

Back at your studio you flicked through the bookings. Your afternoon was empty and it was your day off tomorrow. Looked like you could close up early for once. You went into the back office, your sister sat across the sofa with an ice pack on her head. "Hey bro, how you feeling?" 

"My head hurts but personally I feel better. Thank you again." 

"No problem." You sat at one of the desk chairs "We got a free afternoon and all day tomorrow. Wanna do something?" 

"Err," She pulled a face "I'm not quite ready to go out yet. I think I'm going to get settled at yours, have a shower and watch a  film."

"That’s fine. Sounds like a good plan to be honest." You stood from the chair "I've already cashed up so I'll go and lock the doors and I can take you home." 

"Perfect." She stuck her thumbs up at you. 

Leaning over the counter you grabbed your keys, as you turned a man stood at your door scared the life out of you. It was the biker "Fuck man." You opened the door "You scared the shit outta me." 

"Sorry about that gorgeous." He leaned on the door frame.  

"You're very eager." raising one of your eyebrows at him. 

"There's something about you doll.. Amazing."

"Wow, thanks. The names Y/N"

"Tig." He smiled at you "Look if you aint busy tonight one of our boys is getting out tonight, throwing him a party at the club house. You should come." 

"Well..." a smirk crept up your face "I suppose I could swing by."

"Want me to pick you up?" 

"And give you my address? I aint that easy Tig. I know where it is." 

He smiled again, his eyes were so mesmerizing "Ight, see you at like 9?" 

"Sure." You leaned in, closing the already small gap between you and kissed him on the cheek. He walked away with a grin stretched across his face as you closed the door behind you. You went in the back to help your sister carry her stuff. 

She frowned at you "Who was that and why you smiling so damn much?" 

"Ermm.." You turned to look at her as you picked up one of her bags "I think I have a date." 

"You what? The most independent woman I don't ever need a man ever has a date?" The way she spoke made you laugh "Who on earth tricked you into a date?" 

"His name is Tig." You turned to say the second part under your breath "He's an SOA." 

"Wait!" She tried to stop you but you ran past her to your bike. "Hey!" She ran out the studio after you "Did you just say he was an SOA?" 

"Yeahhhh.." You locked the studio door and threw her bag into the back of her truck. "Look I know the rep they have. He seems nice but he probs just want to sleep with me." 

"And your okay with that?" 

You shrugged "A girl got needs." 

"You're gross! I'll see you in like 2 minutes." She started her truck and drove off. You were in such high spirits you really fancied a detour on the bike, but you had to go home and try to find an outfit. 

--

"No!" You threw your self on the bed.

"Stop being dramatic!" Meg was face first in your wardrobe. "You have loads of clothes!" 

"I'm going to a party at the god damn sons of anarchy club house. I can't go to nice because all those hot groupies will show me up but I don't want to look like a groupie at the same time." 

"Sis they are called prostitutes and you are not a prostitute now shut up and put this on." She threw a dress at you. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, black velvet dress with the sides cut out, Dr marten boots with boot socks rolled down, checkered shirt. Pretty much your entire body was tattooed which went with your outfit perfectly. 

"You sure you don't want to borrow some heels?" 

"I don't wear heels and I'm going on my bike." 

She held her hands up "Fair enough. Well I hope you have a great time and I won't wait up."

"Yeahhh I wouldn't wait." You walked to the door.

You're disgusting!" She threw a pillow at you as you left. 

-- Pulling into the parking lot you started to get a little nervous. You were so busy with the studio it had been ages since you went in a date. You pulled up in an empty spot. The music was blasting out already. People everywhere, most of them half naked women.

As you clipped your helmet to the handle bars a voice came from not far behind you. "Hey." 

You turned to see Tig "Hi." You smiled at him as he walked over to you. 

"You look beautiful." He passed you a bottle. 

"Thanks." You took the bottle from his hands and kissed him on the cheek. He walked in with you and most people stared straight at you. You finished your drink straight away. "I'm gonna need something stronger." 

"I like your thinking." He grabbed a bottle of Jack from the table and poured you a couple of shots each. 

You felt instantly better. He started introducing you to all the other sons. They were all really nice to you. Some a little pervy but Tig was definitely the worst. He hardly actually looked at your face. 

The night was going really smoothly. You and Tig got on like a house on fire and all the guys treated you as though you were already one of the family. As you returned from the bathroom you noticed a girl with her tits just hanging out trying to sit on his knee. You could hear what he was saying "Look miss, its real nice you got your boobies out but I have a girl with me tonight." 

"Awh but you know I'm way more fun that her." 

Marching over you tapped her on the shoulder "Excuse me?" She spun around and got right in your face "He said he aint interested sweetheart." 

"And who the fuck are you? No one has ever said no to me." 

You looked her up and down "I highly doubt that." Your comment made Juice spit out his drink. 

"You his old lady?" 

"I don't belong to anyone hunny." 

She pushed you at the shoulders "So you aint important." 

Tig stood up to stop her but you put your hand out, this was your fight "Touch me again I'll knock you the fuck out." 

She did, pushing you back again. With one move you headbutted her in the nose, knocking her to the ground. She grabbed her face and started shouting. "Shut up and get out my face." You sat back down next to Tig. "Stupid bitch." You grabbed hold of the bottle of Jack on  the table and took a huge swig. You lit a cig and leaned back in the chair. 

"God damn girl!" Juice cheered. "Gemma's gonna love you." 

You looked over at Tig who was just staring at you. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He launched at you kissing you deeply. At first it took you back but then you sank into the kiss.  He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey which just made you even more turned on. Breaking the kiss you sat back in your chair and took another drag of your cig. You looked around the table to realize all the guys were all over the women they were sat with, paying no attention to you guys. You looked into his icy blue eyes, a smirk crept up your face. You could tell on his face he was thinking the exact same as you. You both stood without saying anything to anyone else around the table. He grabbed hold of your hand as he walked past some of the rooms. You stopped for a second to admire the bike on display. He spun you around so you were facing him. 

"Am I boring you?" 

"Not at all." You leaned into a kiss. The pace picked up fast and before you knew it he had pushed you against a door. Wrapping your legs around him he kissed down your neck. 

You were so close to having sex right there in the hall way when Opie rounded the corner. "Fuck sake man... Can't you at least do that in your room." 

"Fuck off."Tig's voice was muffled as he was face first in your breasts. He moved one hand off your ass and he reached for the door knob. He pushed you through the door and threw you onto his bed. He stood over you for a second and lick his lips "You ready baby."