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smutoperator · 6 months ago

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Barbie Doll

Kim Jiwon (Liz) x Male Reader

Tags: armpit play, bed-breaking sex, (lots of) blowjob, casting couch, facefucking, facial, good smell, magazine cover, neck play, passionate sex, (lots of) sniffing, tall blonde and gorgeous

Word count: 4542

Seoul, South Korea, January 7th, 2025

You are an editor for a fashion magazine who went to watch Ive at the Golden Disk Awards. You initially intended to follow Wonyoung, as they were eager to get a photoshoot with Korea's It Girl. As Ive started performing, you did what they asked you to.

However, as the performance progressed, a tall, blonde, and gorgeous Barbie-esque girl quickly caught your attention as well.

"I have to get her too," you said to yourself. Wonyoung is amazing, but your heart now wanted Liz. She truly looked like a human Barbie doll, so you rushed backstage to talk to her.

"Let me introduce myself, I work for a magazine brand and we are interested in getting you for the cover, but we have to conduct some tests before you get the contract, do you want this?" you asked Liz. "Sure," the blonde answered. "Then meet me there tomorrow," you said, giving her your house's address.

Liz knew this could be her big breakout, so she arrived at your spacious house the next day in an angelic white dress. "Good morning," she greeted you. "Better now that you arrived," you answered and she smiled to you. Her looks were truly striking. The blonde hair, her long legs, her tall stature, her cute smile, everything made her look like a Barbie doll.

"Sit here," you told Liz, directing her to the couch. You were meeting a pair of people from the brand who were giving you suggestions about outfits. However, you didn't seem interested in it, declining their suggestions one after another. Your eyes were all on Liz and more time wasted with them meant less time to look at your Barbie doll.

Liz watched on the couch as you told them the meeting was over. "My apologies, those meetings are really stressful, The fashion business can be a fruitless grind sometimes, but I'm glad you're here, you ask something but people a lot of times do the opposite of what you say," you said.

"I'll do anything you ask," Liz replied. "But first you have to give me a chance," she continued. You decided to toughen things up with her and gave her a test. "I knew you wouldn't show up this early if you didn't have an ulterior motive," you said. "Well, it was you who decided to scout me and invited me to your house," she answered.

"Liz, you're beautiful, but our brand wants something extra from you, they want…," you started to say. "Sex appeal?" she asked, interrupting you. "Exactly," you answered her. "They also want the popular thing many times, the safest route, if it depended just on the higher-ups, they would have signed Wonyoung and be done with it, it's the easy route, she's got a huge brand, everybody knows her appeal," you said. "But Liz, I know you've got some great potential and want to sign you as well, you're tall, the perfect Barbie doll with that blonde hair, but they want you to prove yourself," you continued.

"Yes, my friend is amazing, I can't deny it, but I want to secure this opportunity for myself," Liz said. "I'm willing to bet on your potential, Lizzie, but you have to show me why you're so special and alluring, show me what you have," you told her.

Liz knew she had to grab that opportunity like her life depended on it. And she took grabbing it quite literally, as she reached her hands to touch your covered erection. "Does this make me special?" Liz asked, noticing your cock was very hard for her already.

"You're almost there," you told Liz, who took the steps to get there as she started unzipping your pants, unveiling your throbbing cock and softly touching it. Liz dove her head onto your shaft while you caressed her back, her bending over providing you the perfect opportunity to check her white panties just like her dress.

"Now we're getting closer, if you keep moving like that I can grant you a magazine cover," you said as her mouth was very soft sucking your cock. Liz just nodded positively, keeping her focus on pleasing your shaft. "You're truly not leaving any doubts about your sex appeal," you continued, caressing her again.

"You're so good at sucking cock, fuck yeah" you praise Liz's blowjob skills as she sucks it very slowly, making sure to stimulate every inch of that throbbing shaft, just admiring as she moves her head up and down it and already puts you on the edge. You give her ass a little spank. "You're so good at following instructions, today, you're gonna do exactly what I want you to do, barbie doll," you say to her.

"Keep sucking it, your mouth is so warm," you tell Liz as she remains super focused. You test her a bit further, moving your hips up to softly pound her face. "You like when I fuck your face like that?" you ask her. "Hmm," she answers, muffled by your cock in her mouth.

"God, that's perfect, I feel like such a lucky guy, let me kiss you," you tell Liz as she pulls her face out of your cock and lets your lips touch hers. "Look how good your cock tastes on my lips," she says.

"Show me your body, stand up," you tell Liz as she takes her dress off, leaving herself wearing just her bra and panties. "Turn around," you tell her, admiring her sexy back as well, grabbing her ass and kissing her butt, before giving it a couple of spankings.

"On your knees," you tell Liz as she goes back to suck your cock, impressing you with a no-hands blowjob. "Keep sucking like that, you're amazing," you tell her. Liz truly gives you an amazing blowjob, her warm mouth wrapping all over your cock. You tease her, popping your cock in and out of it, before grabbing her head and fucking her face. Liz looks upwards but takes it like a champion. "That's amazing," you say to her.

Liz grabs your shaft and continues to suck it off like her life depended on it. She truly wants that opportunity for herself, making sure to suck the soul out of that cock. "You have such a great mouth, I can see a big future for you, I made a great choice," you say, enjoying the sounds of your cock popping out of her mouth and pounding her face as Liz tightens her mouth. "Perfect, so beautiful," you say.

"You are not going to regret giving me a chance," Liz says, smiling at you as she keeps giving you a sexy blowjob, now adding rapid strokes to match your thrusts in her face. You groan as the young vixen works her mouth around your shaft perfectly, nearly making you bust already, but you manage to save yourself by asking her the perfect question.

"You want more?" you ask Liz. "Yes," she emphatically answers. "Then come here, let's go to my bedroom," you say as you grab Liz's arm and guide her. Liz rises to the occasion, kissing you passionately while taking your clothes off, your cock pointing right between her long legs. She grabs your shaft and strokes it while you passionately kiss her, rubbing the tip of your cock against her soft skin while you reach under her panties.

You remove Liz's bra and start sniffing her body from top to bottom. You pay lots of attention to her armpits, amazing at how good they smell. You slowly move down her body, sniffing her tits and then her tummy, amazed at the incredible scent of her body the more you worship it.

You kiss Liz's belly button, which she enjoys. "You seem to like my tummy," she says. "I fell in love the moment I saw it on yesterday's show," you say to her. You then finally pull her panties down, unveiling her cute pink pussy. "Oh my God, you're beautiful," you say, amazed as you look at her Barbie-esque body.

You can't contain your instincts, quickly diving to worship Liz's cute pussy, diving between her legs and licking her folds. "Ahhhhhh," she softly moans as your tongue is already all over her soft vaginal lips, putting her long legs over her head as she invites you to eat her out.

Liz rolls her eyes as she enjoys your tongue all over her folds. "Ohhhh yeah," she says as you blow some air in her pussy and sniff her entrance, before moving sideways to lick her clit. "Ahhhh, yes" she moans again as you stay concentrated on pleasing her pussy, making her legs shake a little.

You climb towards Liz, kissing her and feeding your cock for her to suck as she lies on your bed with her ass up. "Oh my God, you're so good," you say as Liz takes your cock in her mouth in a very obedient manner while you look at her pale ass and long legs. "Such a hungry kitty," you tell her as she sticks her tongue out, noticing her hair is arranged like cat ears are popping out of it.

You keep fucking Liz's face as she gets your shaft wet for her pussy. "God I love your cock," she says after it pops out and she licks your tip. "Keep sucking it and you'll get the cover," you tell her, motivating Liz as she increases the pace, bobbing her head on your cock without using her hands.

"I'll do anything you ask," Liz says, fully submitting herself to your will as you continue to pound her face. "Oh my God your mouth is so beautiful," you say as you can't stop getting addicted to it. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," you groan as you keep fucking Liz's face.

As you finish the blowjob session, you get on your knees and worship's Liz tall body. "So beautiful," you say as you kiss her while your hands touch her bare and fully shaved pussy.

Liz teases you as she rubs your cock towards her entrance. "You're fantastic," you praise her. "I'm so glad I chose you," you continue. Liz then pushes you against the bed and gets back to suck your cock, deepthroating it harder than ever and running her mouth all over your shaft and tip, showing how hungry she is for that gig. "You're so perfect, my sexy Barbie girl," you tell her as she continues to worship your dick.

"Now I want you to fuck me," Liz says. "You get what it takes to be a cover star in our magazine, giving everything I want," you tell her, kissing Liz. "Come here, sit on my cock," you instruct her.

"Ahhhhh," Liz softly moans as she slowly descends your cock, taking it all the way deep in her pussy. She opens her long legs and takes a slow ride, getting herself accustomed to the sheer size of it inside her walls. "God that feels so good," she says as the sunlight hits her beautiful face while you push your cock up to hit the depths of her pussy.

You let Liz take her time with your cock, as the bounces on it with very long strides. "Oh my God your cock feels so good inside of me," she says, moving a little faster as she gets more and more familiar with it. Watching her softly moan as she rides your dick is a thing of beauty, as the only noises coming from that room now are your groans, her moans, and the creaking in the bed.

Liz moves faster and faster, the creaking sounds in your bed getting louder and louder as she does it. You run your hands over her waist, which makes her pick up the pace. "Yes, yes, yes, bounce on that dick," you command to her. Before hitting her with a surprise test.

Liz reacts well as she opens her legs for you to thrust hard up her pussy, as you can no longer resist the urge to pound her tight pink hole to the fullest. She stood her ground perfectly as your balls smash against her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy shit" she moans, her little tits bouncing as you pump her pussy at full speed.

"OH MY GOD," Liz closes her eyes and moans without letting her voice crack, her mouth opening to the fullest as she lets her feelings be known while your cock heats her pussy with fast thrusts. You pump her so fast now she almost falls on your body, but she quickly keeps her balance and just lets you turn her into a perfect cocksleeve as she is vying for that coveted magazine cover.

"Wow, you passed with flying colors," you tell Liz as she enjoys her victory, grinding herself against your shaft and then bouncing on it with a perfect rhythm. "Good lord, you're so good at everything, sucking my cock and now riding on it," you tell her as you get impressed by Liz's riding skills, especially knowing she just turned 20, yet takes on your cock in a way many girls older than she can't.

"Let's see if you can take this," you say to Liz as you hammer her pussy at maximum speed. She moans beautifully as your cock hits her cervix repeatedly, but once again survives the barrage of thrusts you give her pussy with ease. "YEAH," she screams as she pushes you to the limit, her tits bouncing like crazy as you can't stop using her pussy. "So good, so good, so good," you say to her.

Liz brings you to exhaustion as you start panting. "Wow, you young girls have so much energy, maybe I'm getting too old for this," you tell her. "Wait until I cum in your cock, can you do that to me?" Liz asks. You bring your top game to make her cum and quickly deliver the results. "I'M CUMMING," Liz moans as your cock hits her pussy nonstop, the bed creaking more than ever as she creams your cock full of juices.

Liz climbs out of your cock as she thanks you for her orgasm with torrid kisses and soft strokes. She slowly runs your hand over your cock while you run yours over her tits. "Suck my cock," you whisper in her ear as Liz follows your instructions perfectly, slowly moving her mouth from top to bottom of your shaft. "I love tasting me on you," she says.

"I can see why, your scent is so amazing," you praise her once again for her good smell. "You look so beautiful sucking my cock, oh yes," you say in between groans as you admire the way Liz worships it until a full deepthroat.

"Sit back on my cock," you tell Liz as flips sides, this time ready to ride on your cock while facing you forward. Passionately kissing you, Liz softly mounts on your cock, letting you grab her ass and kiss her cute tits as she moves very patiently up and down your shaft.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," Liz begs as you start pushing your cock back up her pussy. "God your cock is so amazing," she says as you fuck her. Liz tilts her body and looks behind to watch you pump her pussy, moaning louder and louder as the speed of your thrusts increases. "YES," she screams as you spank her cute ass and move faster and faster, closing her eyes as her pussy keeps getting stuffed full of cock.

You tease Liz a bit, spreading her ass and slowing down as you push your cock in and out of her pussy multiple times, before resuming the pounding. "OHHHH YEAH, FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD," she screams as she gets drilled harder and harder, you testing her to the maximum once again, but Liz can resist. You put a thumb in her asshole and keep thrusting nonstop. "YEAH, YEAH, MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER THAT COCK," she begs, handling your hard thrusts like a champion as her cheeks get clapped and you suck her bouncy little tits.

Liz cums all over your cock and kisses you tenderly as she loves the way you use her pussy. "God, this is such a good fuck, I've never been pounded like that," she says. You pause a bit and admire her cute sexy body, letting Liz kiss you while you give slow pumps to her pussy.

You put Liz on all fours and worship both her fuckholes, circling her clit while you eat her ass, running your hands all over her legs while you eat her out. "Give me more," Liz begs, moving her body in your direction and sliding her pussy right back into your cock.

"That's amazing," you say as Liz's tight pussy clenches its walls all over your cock. "Bend it forward," you tell her, grabbing Liz's waist and putting her in the perfect position for a doggy pounding. But you are rather kind to her, letting her move her hips up and down your shaft, loving her smile while she does so. "I don't think I can have enough of you," she says.

You fuck Liz's pussy very nicely, grabbing her cute butt as your cock pushes in and out of her pussy. "Yes, keep going, that's so good," she moans as you tease her. "I want you to fuck me all day long," Liz begs. You hear those words and go feral, pushing hard in her pussy and making her little tits jiggle as you clap her cheeks. "AHHHHH, OHHHHH, FUCKKKK, YEAHHHH," is all she can scream, turned into a cocksleeve once again as she creams all over your cock.

You reach to finger Liz's wet pussy as you fuck it hard. "OHHHHH YEAHHHH," she moans, completely overwhelmed by your fast-paced thrusts. You are so addicted you don't know how to stop, bringing Liz's body in your direction as you run your hands all over it while pounding her from behind. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," you groan as you pound her harder than ever. "AHHHHHH," she screams, you wrapping your hands around Liz's belly as your cock bulges under it.

Liz smiles as she cums again while you sniff her neck. "I love your smell, it's so amazing," you tell her. "Thank you," she kindly answers as you get on top of her and sniff her back, before putting your cock inside her in a prone bone position.

"OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH," Liz moans hard as you plow her pussy hard and deep, watching as she rolls her eyes and her cute ass absorbs the shocks of your hard thrusts. "AH, FUCK, FUCK FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD" she screams, closing her eyes as her pussy gets turned into your fleshlight, closing hard around your cock. "You're so beautiful and sexy stuffed full of my dick, that's why you're gonna get the cover," you tell her.

You keep pounding Liz from behind as the noises from the bed moving get louder and louder, you are ready to break it as long as you get to keep fucking her pussy. You get very out of breath, using all your might to fuck Liz's pussy until you get exhausted. "Such a sexy girl," you tell her before resuming fucking in a classic bed-breaking manner.

You passionately kiss Liz as you stay with your cock buried deep in her pussy, giving her shoulders a little biting before bringing her sideways bring her sideways, wrapping your hands around her chest, and fucking her a slowly few times before flipping her around and putting her body on top of yours. "YESSS, FUCKKKK," she moans as you position your hands right on her soft tits and run them over her tall body, kissing her neck and sniffing it while you finger her pink pussy and give it some taps that make her moan. "HMMMMMM," she screams as you start pushing her body against your cock, before pounding her in a pearly gates position. "OH MY GOD," Liz moans hard as you turn her into a fucktoy, just hitting her pussy time after time while you pinch her tits and play with her neck.

"HAHAHAHA," Liz laughs as you keep fucking her, clapping her whole body against your crotch and wrapping your hands all over it. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screams as you pause to play with her pussy, both of you loving it and laughing a lot. Liz's long legs twist hard as you can't keep your hands off her clit. "AHHHHHH," she screams.

You put Liz back laying in bed as you massage her beautiful pussy, ready to make her squirt. She closes her eyes and prepares herself for a blissful orgasm as your hands attack her pink cunt. "UH FUCKKKK," Liz screams as she cums, you rapidly muffling her moans with kisses.

Liz gets on the edge of the bed, offering you her creamy pussy for you to savor, feeling in heaven as your mouth kisses her folds and you breathe some air into her vagina. You grab her ass and worship her perfect pussy, kissing and eating it out for a few minutes.

Liz's body gets flipped once again as you share kisses with her and get her back on top of the bed, attacking the erogenous zones of her neck with more kisses and licks, making her get sent to the moon. You slowly position your cock back in a missionary position as she wraps her long legs between your head, you bringing the pillow for her to rest her head as you get ready for another round. "I love the way you fuck me," she says.

"So good," you softly say as you give slow pumps into her pussy. "God your pussy feels so amazing," you tell her as Liz is in heaven now, taking a big cock up her tight holes that make her cum endlessly while getting passionately praised and used like that.

You pick up the speed once again, watching Liz close her eyes as you attack her pussy one more time. You love the moans coming out of her mouth, pushing you to go harder and harder. "Oh my God, you're the best," Liz tells you in between her mess of moans. "OHHHH YES, YES, YES, GIVE ME THAT COCK," she screams as you once again push her to the limit, and yourself as well. "AHHHHHHH," Liz screams, her holes very sensible after half an hour of fucking, but you only keep pushing. "AH, AH, AH, AH, AH," she screams, her cute tits bouncing as you grab them and gave them a little spank.

You get fully on top of Liz, penetrating her at a straight angle while you choke her. "FUCK, YEAH," she screams, almost losing her voice at this point as you can't stop drilling her pussy. You put her upside down, sniffing her good-smelling fuckhole as she keeps moaning, pinching her tits as you spread her legs, before going back to plowing that young yummy pussy. "Oh my fucking god, that pussy is so good," you say as you put Liz at your total submission, kissing her as her pussy keeps getting plowed harder and harder.

You touch every inch of Liz's body as you fuck her. You kiss her neck, you lick her beautiful armpits, you take pleasure in watching her moan like a slut as you freely use her tall, slim body for your pleasure, sending Liz to the stratosphere with strong thrusts in her pussy that make loud sounds when your hips clash against hers. You then go back to sniff and lick her beautiful armpits once more. "God damn it, you smell so good," you tell Liz, who laughs and love the way you praise her, as you now slowly move around her entire arm, licking up to her elbow, paying special attention to her armpits and ending sucking her tits before you give her more kisses and fuck her pussy very slowly while she hugs you;

After 40 minutes of passionate hot fucking, you're completely exhausted. But you have a little more to give to Liz, as you put her sideways and slide your cock in a spooning position inside her. You can tell Liz is very drained to as she is completely out of breath. You play with her pussy a little before you resume penetrating her, but this time going back to your typical high intensity. "OH GOD, YEAH," she moans. You get to her side and press her tits and caress her belly. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, DON'T STOP," she begs.

Indeed, you don't want to stop, attacking Liz's pussy as if it was your first time fucking it. Her little tits jiggle more than ever while your hands are all over her clit, fingering it at full speed and matching the pace of your thrusts. "OH FUCK YES," Liz screams, barely able to breathe at this point. You give her a little break, before attacking her pussy hard once again, your balls hitting hard on her clit and your cock reaching deep into her cervix. "You're so beautiful, so perfect, my Barbie doll," you tell her, never stop pounding Liz for a single second. "AHHHHHHH," she screams hard as you look her in the eye, both of you using every last drop of energy you have left for this intense fucking.

"FUCK YES," Liz screams as her walls tighten hard against your cock. If it depended just on you, you would have blasted your load right in her pink pussy, but you quickly remember this is still a professional casting couch, pulling out just in time and delivering a massive blast of cum in Liz's face that she loves it, kissing the tip of your cock and cleaning it afterward. "So good, covering my Barbie doll and next magazine cover girl with my load, so nice," you say, feeding your cock for Liz to suck one final time, enjoying slowly putting it in and out of her mouth until someone opens the door and interrupts you.

It was Wonyoung.

"I see she followed my instructions perfectly," Wonyoung says as she spots Liz's face full of cum with your cock in her mouth, before grabbing your cock and licking it herself. "Hmm, she tastes so good in it," she says.

"No wonder she is so good, she learned from one of the best," you praise her friend. "Are you gonna give her a magazine cover?" Wonyoung asks you. "That and much more," you tell her.

"See, Jiwon, that's how you get magazine covers, you gotta suck some big fat cock and let them cum all over your beautiful face," Wonyoung tells her. "You thought I got them because I was popular? No, that's how I get them," she continues.

"Thanks for teaching me," Liz tells her best friend. "I can see he really enjoyed you, how about we come here tomorrow and land another photoshoot after we have a threesome with him?" Wonyoung asks.

"That sounds like a great idea," Liz answers.

And no one thinks it's a great idea more than you do. You certainly won't complain about adding another Barbie doll to your collection.

#liz smut #ive smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #male reader smut

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 years ago

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I'm clearing out my draft folder again.

Steve and Robin were running through Starcourt, high as fuck when Steve skidded to a stop in front of Eddie Munson.

"You look like Eddie Munson," Steve giggled.

"Steve!" Robin said with wide eyes. "I think that is - "

"Man, what happened to your face?" Eddie asked.

"Funny story, can you keep a secret from Eddie?" Steve said seriously.

"Sure," Eddie grinned.

"No, Steve, that's - ,"

"ANYWAY," Steve rolled his eyes at Robin. "I had this crush on him in freshman year. Do you think I should tell him?"

"Uh - are you guys on drugs?" Eddie asked.

"YES! But we didn't want to," Robin said. "They wanted information."

"Aw, fuck, there's this guy that works with Rick. Real sketchy. I told him he needs to let him go before he gets Rick into trouble, but does Rick listen to me? Nah!" Eddie exclaimed. "Look, whatever the hell he gave you should wear off. Not all drug dealers are like that. What we pitch to you is what you get. What you want is what you get. Okay, let's get you guys to the bathroom and try to get it out of your system. Come on."

"I'm going to tell Eddie," Steve said with a grin. "Shh! Wait here. I'll tell you how it goes."

Steve ran off with Robin on his tail. Eddie cursed and chased after them. They got distracted by the lights hanging overhead and started spinning around, gazing at them in awe.

"You guys do not want to do that," Eddie said, and they started heaving before they ran off in the direction of the bathrooms. "And that's why."

He ran off after them and into the bathroom room, where they vomited into the toilets. Eddie knelt down next to him and stroked Steve’s hair as he emptied the contents of his stomach. Once Steve was done, he leaned his head into Eddie's touch and closed his eyes, letting Eddie stroke his hair. He whined when Eddie moved away and saw him go to the sink. He came back with a wet, soapy paper towel and started cleaning Steve’s face.

"I guess I'm chopped liver," Robin said. "It's okay, I'll get it myself."

Steve laughed and made a face at the taste in his mouth. Eddie clapped a hand on his back.

"I'll be right back," Eddie said.

He rushed off to buy a couple of toothbrushes and toothpaste. He also picked up what he thought was lip balm. When he returned, he he heard them talking. They were clearly bonding, solidifying their working relationship into a friendship. Or maybe something more considering how Robin was talking about watching Steve. Shit, maybe Eddie should leave. They were talking about someone else now.

"But Tammy Thompson's a girl," Steve said.

"Yeah," Robin said.

"Oh."

Or maybe not. Oh God, Robin was coming out to Steve, and Eddie was overhearing it. Oh God, what should he do? He was frozen to the spot. Steve was going on about how Tammy Thompson was a total dud and how she sounded like a Muppet. Eddie snorted. Yeah, that was true.

"I can't believe you're making fun of my crush," Robin laughed. "What about yours?"

"Hey, at least Eddie can sing," Steve replied.

Fuck! Okay, so he had been telling the truth then.

"How do you know he can sing?" Robin asked.

"My car broke down near the Hideout one night, and I heard him singing. He was playing with his band, Corroded Coffin," Steve said. "They were really good. I was going to go talk to him, but I kind of thought that the drummer was his girlfriend, but that's crazy. I mean, guys and girls can just be friends, right?"

"I like to think so," Robin replied.

There was a long pause in their conversation, which gave Eddie plenty of opportunity to burst through the door.

"Okay, so I have a green toothbrush and a pink one," Eddie said. "Which one do you guys want?"

"Ooh, pink," Steve said and they stared at him. "What?"

"Nothing," Eddie said in amusement.

He watched as they brushed their teeth. Well, he mostly watched Steve.

"So, how much of our conversation did you hear?" Steve asked, setting his toothbrush on the sink.

"What? I didn't hear anything. Were you guys talking about something?" He asked.

"Seriously?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't hear anything that you guys didn't want me to hear," Eddie said.

"I don't think you're the kind of guy who would spill the beans on us," Robin said. "At least, I hope not so you don't have to deny anything."

"Ooh, lip gloss," Steve plucked it out of Eddie's hand. "May I?"

"Yeah, I thought it was lip balm," Eddie frowned. "So, have you always known that you liked guys?"

"Not just guys, girls too," Steve said as he started applying the lip gloss to his pouty lips. "I'm bisexual."

"Did you always know you were bisexual?" Eddie asked as he watched Steve’s lips intently.

"Well, yes and no," Steve said. "It was more like a slow build-up to my realization. Like more and more evidence started piling up that I could no longer deny."

"So, it wasn't like you looked at someone one day and realized 'shit, I'm into dudes, now?" Eddie asked as his eyes raked over the swell of his ass.

"It's always kind of been there. Why?" Steve asked as he closed the lip gloss.

"No reason," Eddie blushed, looking at his shoes.

"Oh my god!" Robin exclaimed. "You woke him up."

"What?" Steve asked.

"You woke him up!" Robin exclaimed, and Eddie quickly hid behind his hair.

"It's the outfit!" Eddie shrieked.

"So, what is it about the outfit that does it for you?" Steve asked.

"It's everything! The socks! The shorts that fill out your ass fantastically, by the way! And the shirt with the red bow tie in front," Eddie said. "It's just the whole fucking outfit."

"You should see me in the hat," Steve said in amusement.

Suddenly, Dustin and Erica burst into the bathroom before Steve could say anything else.

"There you are!" Dustin shrieked.

"Hey, could you give us a minute?" Steve asked Robin.

Robin quickly started ushering the kids out of the bathroom.

"But, Steve?!" Dustin asked.

"Out!" Robin yelled and shut the door behind them.

"I like you and as badly as I want to kiss you right now. . . I don't want it to be after I vomited in a bathroom. Plus, you still need to figure things out. If you still want me a few days from now. Call me. I have to deal with these kids I babysit. So go home and think things over," Steve said softly.

There was something that Steve wasn't telling him, but Eddie knew that he was also right. Besides, it was late. Steve placed his hands on Eddie's shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. It felt much like Steve was promising him something. Steve pulled away and started moving toward the door.

"Hey, Steve?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm definitely going to call you," Eddie said.

Steve laughed and walked out of the bathroom, leaving them both with hope for the future.

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 1 year ago

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Four

Summary: After last night you don't know where you stand but tensions are still high and you don't know what you really want. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 5.6K~ Warnings: Smuuuuttt, Explicit Language and a crap ton of pet names (I'm sorry okay I love pet names lmao) Same warning as before cuz ya'll wanted more smut haha. Horribly edited too so have mercy on me y'all I just wanted to get it out. a/n: Aw shit here we go again 🤣 Anyways ya'll asked and I delivered lmao so another smut chapter but next one is gonna be mainly plot alight 😂 gotta save some more smut for later 🫢

Waking up the next morning I feel incredibly disoriented. 'Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I naked?' and at that last question I feel all the memories of last night rushing back to me.

Echos of the pet names and praises and the ghost of his fingers all along my body make every cell in my body buzz with need for more. I've never done something like that, something so...scandalous and with and man almost twice my age at that.

I thought that if I ever did something like this before I got married I would've felt shameful but I feel confident...wanted by someone who respects me for who I am and wanted nothing in return. It felt different that I thought it would've, having him hover over me, meeting me with his heated gaze. I wanted him closer. I wanted him to crawl under my skin and give me everything.

It's selfish to say I wanted more because he owes me nothing, he's given me so much and what have I given him in return? Nothing...

He says I've given him plenty but I still feel unworthy of his kindness. I have to do something to show him my thanks, to show him that I'm grateful for everything he's given me. I just don't know where to start.

~~~~~

Getting up and out of bed after I get my bearings was more difficult than I thought it would be. I felt almost a little sore from what we had done last night and I don't know if I should love or hate the sensation. Should I be mad that it got rough enough to cause this feeling or should I feel excited from still having a sensation left over from the pleasure he had given me?

As I continue to go round and round in my head with more useless doubts that run through my head I'm suddenly met with a light knock on the door.

"Um, just a second" I panic, looking around for something to cover up and notice the silk robe that had been placed on the bed and throw it on without a second thought before telling him to come in.

He opens the door and takes in my form for a second, biting his lip at the barely there fabric covering everything he saw last night. "Good morning" he husks out, his voice sending a shockwave between my legs making me cross them unconsciously, which garners a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning" I squeak out, exposing my flustered state right away, cursing myself internally. "How'd you sleep?" he ask, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning up against the door frame, giving me space but somehow making his presence felt throughout the room.

"Amazing" I say, looking down at my feet in embarrassment, being honest but hating myself for it. "Yeah?" he prods, satisfied by my answer but begging to get that confirmation. "Yeah" I reply, nodding but still averting my gaze.

"Lunch is ready if you'd like to come downstairs. I check on you earlier to see if you wanted breakfast but you were still sleeping like a baby" he teases and if his voice alone didn't make me drop to the floor then that pet name at the end surely did.

"You alright?" he chuckles and I clear my throat before responding, knowing my voice would be no good if I tried to speak without doing so.

"I'm great, perfectly fine" I answer, glancing up at him before adjusting my robe and closing it around me even more. "I'll be waiting downstairs then. You can take your time getting dressed but you're also more than welcome to wear that all day" he taunts, pushing off the door frame and turning to leave after looking me up and down once more.

"I'll be down in a second" I call after him and wait for him to get downstairs before following the path he had just been on and running into my room, quickly but quietly shutting it behind me.

Leaning my head against the door I try to collect my thoughts and stop my racing heart that bound to explode at the next Baby, Bunny or Darling that's bound to come out of his mouth. 'It's just Jungkook. He's been nothing but nice to me and he seems like a really great guy.

We just need to talk and figure things out before something like that happens again' I coach myself and turn to face my room where I'm greeted with a freshly made bed and a single flower in a small vase.

'I can never catch a break with this man' I smile, shaking my head and dropping the robe to change into something more comfortable.

~~~~

"There she is" Jungkook say when he catches sight of me walking down the steps and into the kitchen where he has both of our lunches set out across the island from each other. "This looks so good!" I compliment the food he's made as he motions for me to sit down.

"I'm sorry it took me a while to come down" I apologize, sitting down and taking a drink of water before piercing a fork though the strawberry he has in a bowl full of fruit for us to share. "It's alright, I don't mind waiting for you. Seems like I tired you out last night so I'm glad you got some sleep" he say, smiling over the lip of his glass, making me choke on the next strawberry I had just placed in my mouth.

"You okay Darling?" he asks, handing me a napkin, with that last word aiding to my death by asphyxiation along with the strawberry lodged in my throat. "I'm fine" I choke out after a few more coughs and a drink of water.

"You seem rather jumpy today. Is something wrong?" he asks, tilting his head a bit and attentively waiting for my answer. "I'm fine, I think I'm still trying to wake up" I say, faking a yawn at the end to hopefully legitimize my claim. "Fair enough" he says, taking a bite of his food and grabbing his phone when it starts ringing.

"You can take that if you want" I say, taking a drink of water and glancing down at his phone before making eye contact with him. "No it's alright, I can take care of it later" he brushes off, silencing the call and taking a drink of water.

"So do you have any plans for the day?" he questions, looking at me as if I'm the most fascinating thing on earth. "Well, um, no not really. Do you?" I echo and when he goes to open his mouth to respond he's cut off by his phone ringing, not doubt from the same number again.

"Just take it. I'll be here when you get back I promise" I tease and he clears his throat, unbeknownst to me have flashbacks of when I asked him to take my virginity.

"It's for work, I'll be back soon" he says and I nod my head in response and close my eyes when he comes over to give me a kiss on the forehead like he's done time and time again but when I look up at him afterwards I see he hasn't made moves to leave.

His phone stopped ringing at some point which leave us with a lingering silence with so many words unsaid ultimately cut off by another incoming call. "I'm sorry" he whispers, his eyes glancing down at my lips before he turns around to head to his office answering with a curt 'What?' to whoever is on the other end of that call.

'I would hate to be that guy' I smile to myself, the vision of seeing him get mad comes to mind leaving my pressing my thighs together. 'Why am I so fucking horny these days?' I roll my eyes and continue eating my lunch, laughing at the sound of his frustration but hating that he's going through it at the same time.

~~~~~

It's been about a half an hour and he's still on the phone leaving me scrolling through mine until my brain feels as though it's turned to mush, a part of my brain occupied by him and only him.

As I hear another irritated sigh I decide I'll bring him some pain medication to help with the onset headache I'm sure he's having. It's gotta be a big problem if they're calling him on a Saturday morning.

I open the door slowly and peak my head in, being met with the sight of him with his laptop open and a mess of papers all over his desk. He looks up at me with an apologetic wince but waves me in nonetheless.

I raise my arms up, showing a full glass of water along with a bottle of pills and he mouths a silent 'Thank you' and I nod happily, proud that I made the right decision and place the glass on his desk while I open the pill bottle and drop a couple onto his palm to which he places them in his mouth and immediately chases it with the glass of water.

Watching as his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he gulps down the water has my head dizzy for some reason but I'm not sure why. While I'm trying to come up with an explanation some water spills on his cheek as he swallows the rest.

I feel as though my body has been taken over by an outer being because my reaction was to catch that stray drop of water off his cheek with my thumb and bring it to my mouth.

His eyes dart over to mine, wide in shock and leaving me feeling as though I'd done something wrong. My next move being to hightail it out of here but he stops me with a firm grasp on my hip, making me lean up against his desk next to him.

I make an effort to slip out of his hold but he gives me a warning glance, wordlessly telling me to behave and I do just that, shutting my mouth and watching as he works. He keeps a hand on my waist, making sure I'll stay, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my hip mindlessly where my shirt had risen up in my try to escape.

I do my best to keep my composure but the visions of last night flashing though my head makes it hard to control myself from rubbing my thighs together and I ultimately lose the battle.

Forgetting that he still has a hold on me earns me a knowing glance when he notices my actions, his gaze gradually getting more and more heated.

I lean back in an effort to get comfortable while I wait, my palms helping me balance on his desk behind me, leaving my chest sticking out a bit. I earn a tight squeeze on my waist as a warning to be patient and to stop squirming, which at the moment is very hard to accomplish with him looking so fucking sexy talking business with the man on the other line.

Was I relieved that it was a man calling him three times in a row on a Saturday afternoon? Yes, yes I was. It's none of my business though, nor do I have any grounds to have an opinion on it but his hand sliding up my waist says otherwise.

"Yes. Okay, okay alright was that everything? Okay well we'll pick this up on Monday morning. Thanks alright you have a good weekend too. Okay bye" he says, looking at me the whole time he finishes up his call, squeezing my waist now, making my breathing pick up and I know I'm in trouble when he hangs up the phone.

"You're a little minx you know that?" he says, turning his chair to face me and takes his hand off my waist only to slide it down my arms and hold my hand, placing kisses on my knuckles. "What do you mean?" I question, already breathless from the look of him sitting back in his chair, his legs spread wide and his gaze getting darker by the moment.

"You know what I mean. You came in here acting all innocent and helpful and next thing I know it you're licking water off my cheek? Seems pretty naughty Bunny. Don't you think?" he says while kissing the tips of my fingers, making sparks fly through my arms and straight to my head, keeping my gaze locked on his.

"I didn't lick it off your cheek" I say quietly but he lets out a dry chuckle in response. "Technicalities will get you nowhere sweetheart. Just admit that you wanted my attention, you were too impatient and couldn't even wait an hour for me to come back to you. It's okay, I won't laugh" he says, pulling on my hand and making me stumble onto his lap, my legs hanging over one of them.

"I- I just wanted to hel-" "I'm sure you did Darling and you were so thoughtful bringing me that medicine but I know you wanted something else huh?" he says while brushing away the hair that had fallen on my face when he pulled me down.

I shake my head but he cocks a brow at me, wordlessly telling me to tell him the truth so I in turn nod my head, admitting that deep down I did want his attention again.

"Now what was it that my Princess wanted? Did she just want attention or did she want to be touched again? Wanted me to take care of her again?" he taunts, taking note of all the times he's seen me rub my thighs together or get that breathless look on my face. I nod my head but he shakes his leaving me confused.

"If my Bunny wants something she's gotta use her words. Can you do that for me Darling? Can you use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me you want Daddy to touch you again?" he says, testing out a new name to call himself that's got me squirming again.

"Nuh uh none of that Darling, if you want something you've gotta ask for it. Now be a good girl and tell me what you want" he says, holding my hips in place, unbeknownst to me preventing me from rubbing my ass against him, still wanting to hold himself back.

His only priority and desire is to make me feel good and he wouldn't have it any other way. He knows I'm inexperienced and doesn't want to scare me away. He wants to take his time with me.

"I want you to..." I start, trailing off from embarrassment, not being used to saying stuff like this let alone to someone as intoxicating as him.

"What was that Bunny? Didn't catch that" he presses, clearly enjoying the internal struggle that's shown all over my face. If he didn't know I had a shit poker face then he sure as hell knows now. No matter how you slice it he'll always be able to read me like a book.

"I want you to touch me" I whisper and he leans in as if he couldn't hear me but my lips at this point are inches from his, the slightest movement connecting mine with his.

"Lie back for me yeah?" he asks, his lips ghosting against mine before grabbing my hip and guiding me to sit on his desk before pushing all of his papers and laptop to the side dramatically making me laugh at the motion until I notice his laptop falling to the floor. His eyes follow mine and notice said device and simply shrugs.

"I can buy another one" he mumbles against my lips before connecting them in a short lived kiss as he guides me down, my back against his desk while he hovers over me. "You wanna try something else?" he says, watching my expression change from one of nervous excitement to intrigue.

"You trust me?" he questions, watching my face for any hesitation but finds none. "Yes" I say, nodding my head and he smiles before placing a kiss on my lips. "Close your eyes for me yeah? I promise I won't put it in. Well, not yet" he says and my eyes bug out at his words, my legs that are wrapped around his waist pull him even closer in an effort to close my legs.

"You like that? You like the idea of me claiming you as mine? Me being your first, your first everything" he says, leaning down and placing kisses on my neck, his warm breath against my sensitive skin driving me insane. I shudder at the feeling and he chuckles before placing a kiss under my ear, garnering another shudder in response.

"Answer me Bunny. You want me to be your first everything? Want me to learn and teach you everything you need to know about your body and what brings you pleasure?" he says while tracing his right hand along my torso, ghosting his fingertips along my waistband.

"Yes. Yes, I want you. Please just take it, take everything" I mumble and he tsks at me, again leaving me confused. "I'm not just gonna take everything. I'm giving you as much as I'm taking love. If you're letting me have you then you have me in return. Never forget that" he says and I nod my head. "I won't forget" I utter and he smiles in response before telling me to close my eyes again.

"Can I take these off bunny?" he asks in regards to my leggings and I mumble out a quick 'yes' trying to hold the whimpers at bay from the thought of me letting him have complete control over me. I know I have the power to stop everything but I wouldn't want to. Not with him.

As he slides everything off me he curses at the sight of me. "Fuck you're dripping" he rasps and I try to close my legs in response, now truly feeling that sense of vulnerability "You've gotta stay nice and still for me Darling. Can you do that?" he asks and I respond with a whimper which satisfies him, having mercy on me this time.

He drags a finger along my folds just as he had done before, gathering up my arousal before circling around my bud, gaining him a soft moan in response. "Be loud for me yeah? Wanna hear you moan my name" he prompts, wanting to hear what his name sounds like when it passes through my lips filled with ecstasy.

He doesn't wait for a response and just continues to play with me just as he did last night but as I feel myself getting closer he pulls away leaving me groaning from the feeling of getting that high again being taken away.

"Ready for something new princess?" he asks, caressing one of my thighs and placing a kiss on the inside of it. "W-wait!" I flinch nervously, not knowing how to feel about this. I've heard about it before but I never knew if it would be something that I'd like.

"You want me to stop?" he ask, pulling away a bit and letting me take control. "I'm scared, I-i I don't know what it'll feel like. I'm not sure if I'll like it" I admit, feeling as though I was about to cum just from the thought of him doing that to me.

"I can stop if you'd like, it's up to you princess. I wanna make you feel good and this is something I think you'll love. I know it's something I'd love to do to you if you'll let me" he says, coaxing me into it since he knows I'm just nervous, placing a few more kisses on my skin, this time switching to the other thigh.

I take a few breaths and think about it but decide to trust him, just as he asked me to.

"I want you to do it" I let out, my cheeks burning up at the thought of what I'm asking for. "You want Daddy to eat you out?" he says smiling, loving the fact that I've still kept my eyes closed. I start to squirm, feeling his warm breath traveling further up my thigh, the anticipation driving me crazy.

"P-please" I choke out, tears prickling my eyes as the intensity of the moment increases. "Patience Princess. Remember what I said about being loud?" he asks, his breath fanning directly over my core, making me lose all sense of feeling except for what he's barely doing to me. He hasn't even touched me and I'm about to cum.

He leans in and gives a soft kiss to my clit, my legs spread wide and giving him full access to me. I take in a sharp breath at the sensation, my muscles locking up only for a moment but nonetheless catching his attention.

"You want me to keep going?" he whispers into me, his nose nudging my clit, making me clench around nothing and he notices right away, utterly exposed to him. I moan out a ‘yes’ and he smiles, placing a kiss on my upper thigh before going back in, slowly making out with my clit, his tongue tracing circles around it before traveling down to my hole that's begging to be full.

He licks inside me and watches my reaction, my brows drawn together and my lips parted, uttering curses when I feel him slip his tongue in further, the sensation driving me insane. My back arches off the table when he presses his face against me. His nose rubbing against my clit while his lip and tongue make out with my entrance.

If I were to open my eyes now I bet all I could see was the world spinning around me, the feeling of being drunk on him being my drug of choice and I don't think I'll ever be able to live without it.

"Fuck Jungkook" I moan out, this being the first time I get close to screaming his name and he growls into me before going back to playing with my clit, making me do it again. "You sound so sweet Bunny, but you taste even sweeter" he groans, watching as my chest rises and falls in the baggy shirt I've still got on.

"Do me a favor love and lift up your shirt, that's it. Wanna watch you play with your tits" he rasps out. Doing just as he asks I moan at the image of him watching me touch myself again, incredibly turned on by the though of it alone.

"There you go, you're doing so good for me. Look so pretty laying here and letting me play with you in my office. Fuck you're driving me crazy" he praises making me whimper in response.

"You like that? You like it when Daddy praises you? Like it when he tells you you're being so perfect for him? Pretty just wants to be worshiped doesn't she?" I let out a moan at the thought of him taking time and worshiping anything and everything about me. I try to close my legs again on impulse but he pries them open, growling at the thought of me hiding from him.

"I'm not done with you" he says, biting the inside of my thigh leaving me arching my back off the desk again, squeezing my breasts and making him even hungrier for me if even possible.

"Does my baby like pain? Does she want me to leave marks all over her as a reminder? A reminder of how you let me have my way with you while you were spread out for me on my desk. I'm not gonna be able to focus next time I have to work in here. Always gonna remember how sweet you taste and how adorable you sound" he says, licking the area he just bit before sucking a mark into the same spot.

I groan at the feeling, the slight sting from the bruise making me want to ask him for more. To mark me everywhere like he said, always leaving a reminder.

I scream at the feeling of him putting his mouth on me again, kissing, sucking, licking into me without mercy, catching me off guard by the intensity. I let out an incoherent string of curses, hoping he knows I'm begging for more and he moans against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout my body.

"Don't stop, please please don't stop" I scream, the first decipherable words I've uttered in a while. On the cusps of ecstasy he growls into me when he sees me throw my hand over my mouth, embarrasses by how loud I'm getting. "Louder" he growls as a warning, not a request and so I do.

I get louder and louder, screaming his name with curses being the only other words in my vocabulary. I feel as his movements get more intense, now using his fingers as well and moments later a wave of pleasure is crashing down, making me let out any and every sound I could possibly make, my voice getting softer and softer and I start to come down.

Just when I feel like he's gonna stop he doesn't, he picks up the pace again which makes me whine in overstimulation, trying to wiggle away from him.

"You can give me one more can't you?" he asks, pulling back only to lick a stripe into me, taking time to suck my sensitive bud into his mouth. "N-no no I can't" I say, shaking my head and trying to push him off and he pulls back and chooses to lean over me.

"Just one more Bunny. I know you can" he encourages. Although I'm reluctantly saying no we both know I want to experience it, wanna experience coming undone one right after the other.

He comes down and kisses me, making me taste myself on his lips and I can't get enough of him, I want to be good for him, I want him. I whine when he delicately runs his fingers over me again "You're so swollen but I'm sure you can handle it, can't you Darling?" he taunts.

He pulls away from my lips and trails his down, kissing and sucking marks all over my chest giving me a bit more time to recover before deciding. "Yes, fuck yes" I moan when he greedily sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. My back arches again when he moans around it, making me desperately want to cum again, wanting it as much as he does now.

"Want you to watch me this time. Can you do that?" he ask, giving me one last kiss on the lips before sliding his tongue down my torso, stopping to bite my hip, breaking me out of the daze I'd been left in, asking me to answer.

I nod my head and he luckily takes that as a response, going easy on me since I'm still not fully there after what he'd done to me. What he's still doing to me...

~~~

After he makes me cum again I lose all sense of reality and I can barely tell up from down. He leaves the room only for a moment to get a warm towel to clean me up and I take that time to catch my breath, staring at the celling and trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

I jump at the feeling of him cleaning me up gently and he apologizes, going a little slower with a lighter touch, doing just enough before helping me sit up. "You with me?" he asks, steadying me as I still sit on his desk, swaying back and forth.

I turn my eyes to him and blink sleepily, smiling and taking in his handsome features and notice how red and swollen his lips have gotten.

"There she is" he coos, brushing my hair back and cupping my face, looking at me as if I was incredibly precious to him. Little do I know that that's exactly what I am to him.

That's a conversation for another time though. For now he'll just enjoy the dazed and freshly fucked look I give him, laughing at how adorable I look.

"You wanna bath?" he asks and I nod, making the corner of his lips turn up before he scoops me up. I cuddle into him and link my arms around his neck, enjoying the slight bouncing sensation I feel with every step he takes.

After he ascends the steps with ease I watch as we pass by my bedroom door and get confused as to why he's not taking me to bathe in there. I frown at him and he chuckles shaking his head and walking the both of us into his room.

"My bathtub is bigger and more comfortable" he explains and I nod, tightening my hold on him for only a moment before he guides me to sit on the edge of the tub.

"You want a bubble bath?" he asks, turning to look through his cabinet and pulls out two bottles, one that smell of lavender and the other of eucalyptus. I point at the lavender and he smiles, nodding his head and putting the other one back before walking over to turn the faucet on, adjusting it until it's just the right temperature.

"Do you take bubble baths Mr. Jeon?" I tease, earning a playful glare that breaks into a smirk moments later. "Who says grown men can't tale bubble baths? And it's Daddy to you" he says booping me on the nose, giving me butterflies.

"You like being called Daddy huh?" I tease again and he crouches down in front of me, putting us at eye level. "I dunno, sounded like you liked it back there too" he says, smirking when he sees me avert my eyes, this time placing a kiss on my nose before straightening up.

"Arms up" he orders and I lift them up so he can take off the last piece of clothing I've got left. "Who's shirt is this?" he asks, taking note of the oversize fit. "It's mine" I say truthfully, too quick for his liking though, making him suspicious of me. "Uh huh" he says slowly before throwing it in the corner of the bathroom.

With a look like that even I can tell that I won't be getting that back anytime soon. It really is my shirt though...

After he pours in the bubbles and I'm satisfied by their bubbliness (which he reminds me is not a real word) I get in and moan at the feeling of the warmth enveloping me. My muscles losing all of their tension as I breathe in the calming scent of lavender surrounding me.

"You enjoying yourself?" he chuckles, leaning up against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest just as he had done this morning and I gulp at the sight. "Yeah, I needed this" I say, sinking further into it and being swallowed whole by the bubbles. "Well just call me if you need me" he says but before I can stop myself I quickly tell him 'No'.

He tilts his head to the side and smiles softly, taking in the precious sight of me surrounded by bubbles with almost a panicked look on my face, showing my honesty in wanting him to stay. "Can you sit with me maybe?" I ask, looking down and playing with the bubbles, shy that I'm begging for even more of his attention.

"Sure Darling" he says, grabbing a stool that was tucked in a corner and placing it right next to the tub so he can stay with me.

After a few moments of comfortable silence I break it with the one question that's been on my mind since I felt the air shift between us.

"Can I ask you a question?" I say, looking up at him, noticing that he's started to play around with the bubbles that rest high above the surface. "No" he answers, pushing a dampened strand of hair off my face.

"What?" I freeze, surprised at his answer. "I know what you're gonna ask so no. You can't, not yet. Let's get you cleaned up and well rested before we go there, alright?" he asks giving me a sad smile, so many words left unsaid behind those eyes, begging to be released.

I wait for a moment, studying him and notice that he looks almost...vulnerable. Something I had never seen from him before so I decide to just nod my head, returning the same smile before leaning back against the tub and sinking in a bit further, the water now just below my nose.

"Aye! Don't you go drowning on me in there" he chuckles and my eyes smile, glad my efforts of lightening the mood had worked.

Taking it a step further I choose violence and splash him, making the bottom of his shirt get wet. He gasps at the action and puts his hand over his chest "I make you a nice bath and this is how you repay me? The audacity!" he says dramatically before giving me a splash in return leaving me gasping just as he had done.

After exchanging a few more splashes and laughs we call it a truce and we sit there talking and joking around until the water goes cold, going back to that sense of normalcy that I was so scared that we might've lost...

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Not anymore (Lando Norris)

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Note: english is not my first language. I hope this is still enjoyable to read as I really challenged myself with these pieces! I'm not sure how good this is (or how much you will want to kill me)! This is part 2 of We don't fit together ! Edit: I used a line from dumplingsjinson (they're the best 🫶✨️)

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Part 1

The past couple of days were strange. Lando still sent you his usual good morning and good night texts he would send whenever you didn't spend the night together, and you replied. Still, because of your schedule and his schedule, the text for the dreaded conversation came through only this morning

From Lan

Needed to get my bloods done and then Jon also needed a physical assessment so this morning was a rush, but I'm free for the rest of the day if you want to talk, lovie

To Lan

I'll be home for the whole day, you can come here whenever it's best for you!

Tidying the place up a bit, the thoughts on your head kept the same train of ideas. You didn't fit his lifestyle, and the constant doubts you felt were certainly not the way you wanted to go about your life.

There was a knock on the door when you were fluffing the pillows and you walked up to open it, see Lando with somewhat dark circles under his eyes and a bunch of your favourite flowers, "Come in", you said softly as you both headed to the living room, sitting down since you didn't know what else to do.

"Thank you for texting, there was this part of me that didn't believe you would", you admitted. This was the time to be honest, still remaining polite and aware of the words leaving your mouth.

"Of course I did, Y/N, I want us to talk this out, I want us out of this rough patch", Lando pleaded softly, "I'm so sorry for not noticing you were feeling like this", he offered, cutting through the silence when you seemed to not know what to say to kick-start the conversation.

"It's not your fault, Lando", you spoke the truth, "you have been on my mind every conscious second, every thought is about this and I- I really don't know how we will do this, how we will do that", you pointed to him in allusion to the goal he had, "I'm sorry".

Lando gulped, rubbing his hands on his thighs before speakingup, "I did too, and I want you to know I just want you to be happy, fuck, there's nothing I want more in life than to see you happy, and right now it pains me that I am the one that's making you hurt", he let his heart out.

"It's not only your fault", you whispered again, this time looking at him. Your insecurities were just that - your own - and you were responsible from how certain triggers made you feel and react, "I have to be the one to know how to deal with these".

"And I want to help you, lovie, you don't have to do this all alone all the time", Lando offered, "I want us to work and this is a conjoined effort - you shouldn't be doing that alone".

Silence filled the room as the gears turned in your head before you looked up again, seeing the broken look on Lando's face, "Do you think we should take a break? Spend some time away from eachother?", you voiced.

Lando didn't expect the option you suggested. Spending time further apart didn't seem like the right thing to do when you were obviously feeling like you didn't fit in and belong in his life, "are you sure that's the way to go? We'll do what you feel the most comfortable and happy with, but I don't want you to feel like I want you away or that you have to keep away from me - I want you with me for as much time as you can give me".

"It's silly, I know - I've never done this before, I don't know what to do", you shrugged your shoulders. Usually, by the time any insecurities shone through, your past partners had already left.

Lando sighed, "If that is what you think is going to help I'm all in, Y/N. I'll do anything to prove to you that I'm serious about this, but I'm giving up on us, I'm going to fight for you", Lando stated as tears started forming in his eyes, keeping them at bay because this wasn't the end. It couldn't be.

"I'm going to show you just how much you belong with me and how well we fit together, okay?", he checked with you, seeing a small nod, the uncertainty behind it only fueling him to put all his efforts into it.

"I wanted to do something we haven't done in a while", Lando said over the phone as he packed the tupperwares into the basket.

"Yes? And what would that be?", you asked. Lando kept a respectful distance but he made sure that everyday that you didn't spend together, you knew he was thinking about you and doing all these little things to remind you of how much he loved you and how you were meant to be together.

"I'm not going to tell you because it's a surprise, but I need to warn you to bring comfortable shoes, and as much as I love your little dresses, anything without a skirt would be better", you heard him smile.

"Okay, anywhere I should go to?", you wondered, "I'll pick you up in about thirty minutes if that's okay?", he quesioned, getting a positive answer from you, "see you soon, beautiful girl, I love you!".

Lando finished packing the picnic basket, getting the napkins and the drinks from the fridge so he could go to his bedroom and get ready.

He planned a fun afternoon, starting with a cycle around the city before finishing with a picnic in the park as he knew it was one of your favourite things. He had come up with many of your favourite plans to do together lately and he was feeling good about it. There was nothing he wanted more than to show you that you fit together and that both of your lives could compliment eachother if you both made adjustments. He was going out less than he used to and favouring to spend that time with you, he made sure you knew he was there and that he wasn't planning on leaving.

Finding a t-shirt and some jeans, he got two buckets hats from the new Quadrant Spring collection they would be launching soon and got ready to leave the apartment.

The drive to your wasn't long, but he never knew with the after lunch traffic, finding a good spot for his car and seeing you already at the entrance of the building, checking the street before crossing it, "hey, Lan", you smiled as you got inside the vehicle, kissing his cheek softly as he drove out of the spot once you had your seatbelt on, "hey, baby, how has your day been?".

"It's good, better now that I'm getting out of the house with some very nice company", you smiled.

The park wasn't too far, and when Lando parked near the rental city bikes with a smirk on his face, you knew what he wanted to do for the afternoon, "we're cycling?", you beamed.

"Yes! I also have some snacks here for a picnic later", Lando got the basket from the cartrunk, carrying it to the bike and making sure it was safely attached to it, scanning the code for his bike and then yours.

"Wait", he said as you were making sure the seat was at the right height, cycling around the area. Fishing out the bucket hat from the basket, he shook it a little so it would have a nice shape before putting it on your head, kissing your lips softly as he looked at you, "these are new and I needed my prettiest model to try them on first", he charmed as you blushed, "plus, I don't want the sun to blind you or burn you".

You cycled around your favourite spots in town, Lando occasionally taking pictures of the city and you with his camera and waving at the odd person who noticed and recognised it was him and you on the bikes, before you returned to the park, deciding to cycle to your favourite spot by the old big trees, blossoming from the spring sun.

"Thank you for this", you mumbled as you wiped your lips free of crumbs from the cake you had.

"Y/N, I won't stop fighting for us when we have something worth fighting for", he smiled, pulling you to lay on the blanket with him and holding your hands between your bodies, "I also got this really cool invite for the new exhibition at the museum - that one you wanted to see - and you want to know why it is so cool? Because we get the exhibition all to ourselves, no one else is going to be there which means you can take as long as you want and I can admire you all to myself and all I want too", he kissed your cheek.

"Sounds like a nice plan, thank you", you kissed his jaw.

You scanned your paddock pass as walked in the directions you were giving, not wanting to mess up the schedule and the lined up events everyone had.

They had been experimenting with new events to promote motorsport, adding parties and sunset events to the race weekend on order to gather all of the sponsors, famous people and fans who were interested in seeing the behind the scenes of a luxurious and extravagant race weekend.

"Everyone who still doesn't have a bracelet can come through here, please", one of the women in black suits called as you stood in that line, waiting for you turn.

"Here you go, enjoy the party!", she smiled, letting you go through and carrying on with her tasks.

The section involving the paddock, pitlane and the starting grid decorated with lights over bars serving drinks while staff went around with trays with small canapés.

You supposed this did work or they wouldn't try it out, after all it was an expensive sport and the more investors and sponsors they got, the better, so every little interaction and publicity was welcomed. You recognised a lot for the faces from Instagram and other social media platforms, along with some of the sponsors you had spent races sitting next to in the garage.

The face you wanted to see the most was nowhere in sight as you saw Oscar and Zak in the distance, talking to someone you recognised being one of their sponsors.

When you stepped closer to the area where most drivers seemed to be hanging out, you spotted Lando and he spotted you.

It had been nearly a year since you called it quits. It wasn't working for you and no matter how much Lando tried and fought for your relationship, you still didn't feel comfortable and thought you'd be better without eachother. It wasn't easy and to this day it would probably be one of your biggest regrets.

Maybe today you'd get to ease that heavy feeling in your chest.

Lando knew a lot of people would be there tonight, but your face wasn't one he expected. Last thing he heard about you was that you had made a small career switch and started working with another company, so he figured you were probably invited through one of the people with deep pockets wanting to invest in motorsport, knowing how it always looks nice on the company to invite employees to these fixtures.

As he saw his father and Max walk up to where you were, he walked in your direction, hoping to divert them so they wouldn't see you, another person pulled him with him to the side for a photo and it became impossible for him to not notice you and the other way around.

“It’s been… It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”, you spoke up when you locked eyes and stood close enough to eachother.

"Yes, it has", Lando stated, "how have you been?", he wondered.

"I've been okay, and I see you have been doing well too - the car looks great this year", you congratulated, "I've been meaning to text you because I wanted to talk", you tried.

It took you some time to work on your insecurities, to learn to feel uncomfortable in some situations and get yourself out of them, and now you felt ready to begin again, feeling comfortable in your own skin.

"What did you want to tell me? You can tell me here", he stated coldly.

To say you broke his heart would be an understatement.

Despite all of his efforts, stopping DJ'ing, being conscious of who he hung out with, making sure he spent as much time with you as he could, you still raised concerns about how you were like oil and water.

Not made to be together.

"This really isn't the best place", you looked around as he pulled you inside the McLaren garage that was just on the side, exchanging a look with the security guard that was making sure no one broke in without permission.

"Is it good here now?", he offered.

"It will have to do", you smiled, "I'm sorry things didn't work out before - I wasn't in a good place and things weren't working out the way I'd like", you offered, "and I feel better now".

"Let me stop you right there before this gets out of hand and I hurt you, because I have never wanted that and I don't want it now", Lando said sternly, catching you off guard, "making peace with the fact that we weren't going to work out together was one of the hardest things I've done - I was miserable, didn't enjoy racing or anything that I was doing because I didn't have you by my side - you left me when I needed you", he poured his heart out.

He didn't shout and he didn't yell, but every word stung. Both from how true they were and how he had hurt because of you.

"I'm sorry, Lando, I wasn't trying to diminish how you felt then", you clarified.

"I know you didn't, but this isn't how it works, fuck", he rubbed his temple, "You don’t get to just waltz back into my life and think that I’d be okay with it - I waited so long for you, and I wanted to wait longer if you had let me, but now I can't do that, not anymore", he stated firmly.

"Are you saying we don't have another chance?", you asked as your bottom lip wobbled, "I promise I'll be more open about how I feel, and second guessing wo-".

“You were it at one point, you know?”, Lando shook his head as he looked at his feet before looking up back at you, "my parents, Max, Carlos - everyone agreed with me when I said you were my endgame", he offered.

There had been a time where he wished for this. For you to come to him and tell him you wanted him back and how it had all been a mistake. Now that he was hearing it, he realised he didn't want it, not anymore.

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tan1shere · 11 months ago

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Billie comforts you

Lil thing I thought of at work the other day ☺ I also feel like I should write some short stuff here and there so I hope you guys enjoy :)

Warnings - none just fluffff || masterlist

Honestly thinking about billie being so gentle with you, maybe you had been working all day and came home to do some cleaning, she was at finneas's all day doing some work herself, when she comes home, seeing you rushed around the house. "Hey, hey. Slow down there baby-" She says, setting her stuff down. "Why so frantic?" You look at her. "Just want things to be done." You reply, not slowing down at all. She comes over to you. "You only clean like this when somethings up, what happened? Someone at work." Your shoulders slump as she says that.

She knew you like the back of her hand, she knew your work life and the people there. She was aware of how much it could get to you. "My fucking coworker he's such a fucking idiot." You seeth. "So I needed to distract myself." And yet you hadn't stopped what you were doing as you speak to her. She grabs your shoulders. "I'm here, please sit down you're not in the right headspace to be doing this right now." Your head lowers, not looking at her. You let out a breath trying to gain proper focus again.

"I think you need a break from that job sweetheart." She says into your hair, as she brings you closer into her body, you sink into her touch. Your shakey form settling in her presence. Your eyes shut as you cuddle into her body. "I suppose so." She brings you away from her to look at you. "Just for a week, to take some time for yourself. You definitely deserve it." You go to kiss her softly. "I love you, thank you for being here." You say. "And I'm staying, you're stuck with me." "I have zero complaints about that."

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everyonewoo03 · 9 months ago

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A Date with Zayne to the Cat Cafe (Zayne x MC/ Reader)

LoveandDeepspace fanfic - FLUFF

A message pops up on the screen - Ding

Zayne - Are you free today?

That's odd. I check the time.

It's 10.00am. It's a Saturday and he usually has patients on Saturday. I reply back.

You - Yes, but don't you have work today?

Zayne's typing...

Zayne - No, I have this weekend off. Shall we go on a date?

My eyes lit up after reading the message. It usually hard to get Dr Zayne to hangout due to his busy schedule. Which reminds me, I only saw him a few times this week.

You - Sure!! Where shall we go?

He replies within seconds.

Zayne - Let's go to the cat cafe you suggested the other day. Get ready, I'll be at your place in 30 minutes.

You - Okay, See you!

Zayne - See you soon.

I switch off my phone and kicked my feet up in the air.

"Yes! I better get changed. What should I wear...."

I jumped up from the couch and head to my bedroom. Going into the closet searching for outfits. After 10 minutes, finally deciding to wear a dress and some light makeup.

Ding Dong -

He's here.

"I'm coming!!" I shouted grabbing my handbag along the way.

I opened the door " You're on..." I froze. "time.."

I see Zayne in a black button down shirt with black jeans, cheeks slightly blushing as he holds a beautiful bouquet of red roses.

He looks gorgeous.

He clears his throat. "These are for you." He hands me the bouquet of flowers.

"Thank.. you." I took the flowers and gave them a sniff. They smell fresh from the morning market.

I look back to see him looking away, ears turning red.

"Right, give me a second while I go put this away. Thank you!"

I rushed back into the house to put the flowers on the table, grabbing my heels on the way out.

Zayne held the door and I slipped my shoes on.

"Take your time." He says calmly.

I hopped on one foot "I'm done!"

We walked out as I locked the door of the apartment.

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Zayne's car was parked outside. I was about to open the door when he beat me to it opening the car door for me.

I smile nervously, "Thank you."

He nods his head and smiles as he closes the door heading to his side.

And we're on our way to the cafe.

"We're here." Zayne says.

"Looks there are cats at the windows!" I say pointing towards the second floor cafe windows.

We had to park and walk a little to the cafe. It was a nice day with nice weather.

I grab Zayne's hand and interlock my fingers with his. "Let's go!" I dragged him up the stairs.

He stiffen for a moment, before relaxing and lacing our hands together tighter.

"Oh my god Zayne! Look at them!" I gasped in suprise. They were cute kittens and cats roaming around the cafe.

"Welcome. Table for how many?" A waitress asks.

"Two please." Zayne says as I was already too busy admiring the cats.

We follow the waitress to our table.

As we sat down, cats instantly came to Zayne's side and started rubbing his feet.

'They like you.' I say.

Zayne chuckles slightly reaching down to pet the cat as it meows.

We ordered some drinks and started to play with the cats.

A kitten jumps on to my laps and sits comfortably in it. Another cat did the same thing sitting on Zayne's lap. Zayne strokes it as it purrs.

"Somehow cats love you don't they?"

"I guess I myself is a cat person. They can sense it too." He says.

"I'm sure they can also sense the kindness in your heart Dr Zayne, even though you seem cold and stoic on the outside."

He laughs.

I took the chance to whip out my phone to take a photo of this moment.

"What are you doing Y/N?"

"Just taking a photo." Snap.

I look back at the photo "aww, you look so cute." I say as I show him the photo.

"This is probably going to be my new wallpaper."

He smiles cheeks turning a slight tinge of red.

Moments like these was all I ever wanted with Zayne.

After what seems like a moment of silence Zayne speaks up.

"Y/N I have to tell you something."

I stopped petting the cat and looked up to see him already looking at me. "What is it?"

He sighs. " I'll be leaving in two days to go on a business trip."

"Oh." was all I could say.

"I'll be gone for approximately a week to Mount Eternal."

"Okay." A hinge of sadness wash over me. I was going to miss him again.

He gently grabs my hand and laced it with his.

"I'll only be gone for a week, I'll be back before you know it." He reassures me.

I smile. "Just be careful and make sure to text me."

"I will." He smiles as he kisses the back of my hand.

A cat jumps on the table and walks in between of us rubbing its head on our joined hands.

We laughed as we let go of each other to pet the cat.

The cat sure knows how to get attention.

After the cat cafe, me and Zayne walked down the streets hand in hand looking at shops. We had lunch in a very delicious restaurant that Zayne found down the road. We talked about our week, him telling me about the patients in the hospital and nurses constantly wanting to know about our relationship, and I told him the adventures of the week and the Wanderers that me and my team had to take down.

Time passed so fast and it was already nighttime.

We were in the car and the thought of Zayne leaving in two days lingered in my mind as I looked out the window.

Zayne reaches from my hand and hold it rubbing circles on my thumb. "I had fun today."

I turned to look at Zayne. "Me too." I smile.

I look towards the road Infront of us.

"But.. I don't feel like going home just yet."

I see his face curved up in a small smile.

"I know just the place to go."

We stopped at a park near our apartment.

"Is this where you usually go to workout in the morning Dr Zayne?" I chuckle.

"Yes. And you should too. We can come here together to exercise one day."

There was a lake in the middle of the park. I walked towards the lake as Zayne takes something out from the trunk.

"What do you have there?"

"Something useful."

He walks towards me holding a square like mat.

"You brought a picnic mat?" I laugh. Zayne rolling his eyes. "I didn't know you were so prepared."

"I knew you liked something like this, that's why I kept this in the trunk just in case."

He passed me the corners of the mat as we opened it and placed it on the grass.

Zayne sits on the mat and lies on it. Extending an arm for me. I followed soon after.

"Is it not going to hurt? If I lie on it too long."

"I'm a surgeon. It won't hurt, lie back." He gestures.

We lie there in silence as we watch the stars in the sky.

"I never thought you would do something like this Zayne." I whisper into his ear.

"Why not?"

"Well, you never seemed to be a romantic one."

"Well," he turns to look at me our faces inches away from each other. " We can make this a thing now."

His arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me to his side. The warmth of our bodies makes everything more comfortable and safe.

“Let’s stay like this, for awhile.” He says as my heart starts beating fast.

I hummed in response. Thoughts of how I would miss him the week he leaves. Snuggling into the crook of his neck.

Somehow he could read my mind.

“I’ll miss you too.” He mumbles.

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bronx-bomber87 · 2 months ago

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Hello my wonderful Fandom and readers. :) I feel like I blinked and this season was done. When in reality we've had it for a little over five months with one break. How can five months feel so short and a hiatus feel so damn long? Speaking of hiatus's looks like we're in for our third one in a row that'll be lengthy. Unless you are new to the fandom then God Speed for your first one haha Just kidding. They aren't fun but we always get through them together. It is unreal though. We're waiting streaming show lengths of time between seasons.

To quote Tim in this episode. Back in my day it was a 4 month wait and we got 22 eps and couple long breaks LOL We haven't gotten that since s5 which is wild to think about. Feels like a lifetime ago. This is our new reality I suppose. Since the streaming numbers for both s6 and s7 were out of this world good. Which is amazing btw. So proud of this show. So because of that, they wanna capitalize on that continued success by doing the same for s8. No breaks and a long wait. S5 had amazing numbers as well but it didn't have a writers strike to delay it or alter it's course. I assume it'll be 18 again.

I knew that strike might change everything especially when they started the mid season idea for this s7. *sigh* Such is life fandom. We'll make it though. We always do. Since it'll be mid season my in-depth's will start later then the summer most likely. Since there isn't a rush. Gonna give myself 2-3 months to decompress from the season before I head into those. Like them to line up with the premiere. Maybe I'll get the itch to add to my master list and do them sooner. We shall see. But let us focus on this finale and get started.

7x18 The Good, the Bad and the Oscar

We start off with Lucy getting introduced to her new squad. When her new team says they're the 'Dream Team' something felt off. I wasn't sure what though. Then we roll into Lucy on shift. Taking ALL THE DAMN CALLS. She’s Lincoln-300 now. I don't hate it. No more 7-Adam call signs for her. For now anyways. I fully believe she won't be night shift forever. But that's neither here nor there right now.

That new call sign will take some getting used to for sure though. The night shift is so busy it's insane. Also full of BS calls. Not one ended with her needing any back up. Which is good considering her team is sleeping.....Lucy is noticing a pattern and asks for updated GPS on her team. They're all in one spot and haven't moved.

Did love hearing 'Sergeant on deck!" That's right baby she's a Sergeant. Lucy rolls up and chews them out before heading back to her car. What a crappy roll of the dice she got in a team. It'll be interesting to see how this develops in s8 for her. I would love to watch her whip this team into shape. Flex those new Sergeant skills of hers.

Poor Lucy is so sad and bummed when she arrives home. Saying it's 'Wine o Clock' for her LMAO. She’ll get this team in line I'm sure of it. Just growing pains at first. Always is when you get a team for the first time. Celina asks a "Roomie question.'" Wondering if Tim is going to be around more? Celina just assuming Tim is going to be over all the time now. That they need to work out water heater situation. baha I'm hoping they’ll mostly be at Tim’s when they reunite and not at Lucy’s as much tbh. I love how simplistic Celina's thinking is. She's a Sergeant. Tim is a Sergeant. No more obstacles. Problem solved.

Lucy does not view it that way though. Saying they had a lot of other problems. I mean yes that is true. That's why you originally broke up for sure. But the Tim Bradford before you now, Lucy, is someone who’s mostly healed, who is more open, and more at peace with himself than he’s ever been. Which is why they need to have that serious convo. Which leads us to Lucy's reply. Telling Celina they need to have a serious conversation before they do "Anything More."

Celina replying back 'Ok... Well what are you waiting for? *mic drop* Celina Juarez you are an absolute gem. Does crack me up how she backs up as she says it. Knowing a sleep deprived Lucy might take a swing at her. lol Thing is. Lucy has no answer for her. It's not Tim holding that particular train up Lucy. That man has been wanting to have this convo since 7x06.... You know her face it almost reminds me of when Tamara asked Lucy why she’s waiting with Tim in 5x12. The same Oh. huh…face.

Bestie time has arrived and I'm a happy girl. Angela giving Tim shit saying he could find the time of he wanted to. I mean.....She’s right babe…You could. I love her straight up 'That''s a lie.' Can't throw lame excuses down at Angela Lopez's feet. She’ll spot the holes in it instantly and won’t hesitate to call you out Timothy. It's why we love her as your best friend. Gotta love Celina and Angela in these opening scenes. Doing the Lord's work ladies. haha A giddy Chenford fandom thanks you for your service. Tim is still gun shy nonetheless. It's the same hesitation he’s had all year with respecting her boundaries.

She refuses to hear his BS though and makes him take action. Tim's ‘Of course I want to.’ my heart Fandom. He doesn’t want to pressure her. Wants to be respectful of what he did back in 6x06. Breaking her heart and being the one responsible for it. He carries the weight of that with him everywhere. Every day really. Which is amazing to see I will say. Even at the end of the season, it still means so much to see him take responsibility for what he put her through. The severity in which he treats it. Means everything to watch.

This kind of content was but a pipe dream when I was writing stuff up post 6x06. To watch it come to life on screen is so satisfying. His growth has been outstanding this year to say the least. I could write a novel on this man this season but I won't. For now...lol Angela is understanding but letting him know if he doesn’t go for it. He’s gonna break her heart all over again…They’re both stuck in a holding pattern. Angela is trying to nudge him into ending it. Like I said last episode. I was more than happy to watch Tim be the one to fight for her. Angela has ignited a flame in him and I'm not mad about it.

When Miles was all excited to tell Tim he's dating I felt the danger zone coming. I didn't know why but he felt far too chummy about this. They've come a long way since the premiere don't get me wrong. But this was SOOO out of line it actually pissed me off. I haven't felt annoyance towards Texas in a long time. This one didn't sit right with me. The blatant disrespect is what bothered me the most.

Will say Miles saying that was very Aaron of him in the worst way possible. What I mean to say is it was very bold of him. Like how Aaron was with Tim. The friggin balls to even say that though... He was definitely getting too comfy. It was giving me 5x07 vibes. Except, unlike Aaron, he’s completely in the wrong here. Aaron had a point he doesn’t. You’re lucky you’re not dead Jesus Christ Texas.

Tim rips him a damn new one though. Resetting their power dynamic real frigging quick. As he should. God it’s sexy as hell if you ask me. Holy shit. *fans self* You tell em babe! It’s one thing to joke around. It’s another to bring up Lucy and his relationship. Not only that but disrespect Tim in that same breath. What were you thinking Miles?

This was the biggest no no he’s done in quite awhile. That is still an open wound and you hurt him Miles. Also Tim is very on edge about his future with Lucy. This was the worst timing. Disappointed my dude. I have to say. If looks could kill Texas would be dead. That was not a good idea. I’m a little pissed for Tim myself. That’s my boy and you don’t say that kind of shit to him. He still has struggles with loving himself. This is poking at that IMO. Just because he's more of a healed person doesn't mean he's going to take this disrespect. Especially on a personal level.

Oooh he’s pissed. Just look at that unrelenting glare. Holy fuck, Miles you really stepped in it my dear. You can see the absolute regret stained on his face though. Knowing he's lost some of the ground he's gained over the last five eps or so. You can also see how he doesn't want to lose Tim's respect. Like a child who's been scolded and deeply regrets it. It's the final stare Tim throws his way that gives me chills. You really brought back some old school Tim with that comment. Deserved though my friend deserved.

I'm the same way as Tim as a leader in that regard. While I mostly lean towards Lucy and her empathetic approach I pull from Tim too. Respect is the top of my list as well. To insult that is to cut deeper than any other offense. Especially Tim who we all know regards honor and respect so very highly. I think it was good Miles got this knock back into place. He hasn't earned that spot in Tim's life yet and he needed to be reminded of such. You are not Lucy or Angela bub. That was never going to end well for you...

We return to Lucy struggling to find any kind of slumber during the day. So she opens her phone to text her person. But she is hesitant to actually send anything. Just like Angela did for Tim. Celina got the wheels moving in Lucy's head about TIm. Wanting to reach out for that talk but not finding the words. Gah them both opening their phones and wanting to text at the same time. My god damn heart.

You can see his thumbs shake wanting so badly to type something. The way he looks away and tries to gather the courage to text her. Eric’s out here killing the game again. Containing multitudes with a single expression. Just as he's about to text something friggin Miles interrupts it. Ugh. It is cute how he's trying to make amends with almonds Tim likes though.

Unfortunately for him Tim is not in the headspace to receive his amends. He looks so upset with himself that he didn’t text her. Breaking my heart. No one does emotions better than Eric holy shit. King of expressions. Breaking my heart with just a look. He’s being so transparent, not even Miles can miss it. Which is what prompts him asking if he needs a minute? Tim being in a gruff mood with him cuts him to the quick with this reply. You tried Texas lol

Can we just talk about how Tim lights up the moment he see's Lucy? Just look at that man the moment she steps off that elevator. Lucy smile at the ready for her the moment she see's him. That man is so love with her. It continously blows me away how transparent he is this year. Just straight puppy dog in front of others. How times have changed. How soft this man has become this season. I will never be over it.

I adore her asking what advice Tim gave first? So cute eyeing him while she says this. Jesus, the heart-eyes these two are throwing around as Lucy gives Miles advice is unreal. It's very cute though. Like they're reliving their first (and second "first") date. I cannot.

It's a mixture of heart eyes and little bit of eye sex. I'm in awe of these two. How can two people exude so much chemistry just looking at each other? Eric and Melissa are pure magic. We truly could not be luckier that we have these two manning this ship of ours. Makes me emotional in the best way.

Celina can blatantly see what they're throwing down. She is playing Cupid in this moment. Wanting them to connect and talk, since they're being subtle as a hammer in their flirty looks. God bless her for dragging Miles away. She's the real MVP this ep. We love you girl. haha

Tim is SOOO eager to spend some time with her. Look at him being the one to break the cycle. Asking her if she can hang out Wednesday? Wants to catch up with her. Her new team interrupts their nice moment though.

What I love is even though they get interrupted he make’s sure she can. Doesn't let it fall to wayside. He's determined to find some time with her. Not make excuses in doing do. *heart clutch* She tells him she is in. Then it is heart eye nation up in here. Population: two.

Watching Lucy be a bad ass Sergeant is quite delightful. So proud of our girl. I loved her rounding her troops up. Yelling at them to get their asses in gear. They hop right to it. No question and follow her immediately to aid Miles. Then after she's done that calls Miles as she leads the calvary toward him. Asking him where he is and giving him a game plan in the process.

Look at her go. BAMF mode has been activated. Giving me Metro-Tim vibes with how she led her team and Texas. Tim would be so damn proud of her Sergeant skills in this moment. I sure as hell am. She looked comfortable af at the helm like that. I hope this is the turn-around she needs for her team in s8.

There is so much to unpack in this final scene it's unreal Fandom. First off I have to gawk at this man in a blue henley and jeans. Your girl is drooling. A lot. That man in my fav color and a tight shirt? *fans self.* Feral Caitlin has been activated and happy to ogle. Lord have mercy, this man does things to me, and I’m completely here for it. The giving season has been very kind to me Tim-wise. *drinks ice water.* I'm a happy camper.

Second he’s making all her favorites. He clearly put so much thought into this morning of theirs. I'm sure Celina was more than amenable about letting him in early lol He for sure spent an exorbitant amount of money on this to impress his girl too. Like I said last episode he knows everything about her. There is no one who knows Lucy Chen better than Tim does. He can't help when it's anyone else but Lucy? He'll crush that all day long. Also what an incredibly thoughtful thing to do for her. To cook all her favorites. Like Lucy says below she won't have to cook for a week now. It's so sweet.

I said this in s5 and the early half of s6. That Tim is a 10/10 BF to Lucy. The man is so thoughtful in everything he does for her. In the gifts he gave her and ways he cherishes/supports her. In awe of how he takes care of her. He's so excited to take care of her in this way too. The perfect lead up to the convo he wants to have. Tim is radiating happiness from the moment she walks in. His Lucy smile never fades throughout the entire scene. That cute laugh of his with Lucy's joke made my heart skip a bit. He's so happy to be here sharing this moment with her. He's also a little proud of himself for knowing and presenting said favs. Good job love.

Honestly this is a taste of what her future could look like if you ask me. Coming home from a hard shift, and having Tim there to love and support her. To have food ready for them and to talk about their day. In this instance to talk about them. The beautiful thing is with post-therapy Tim he wants to tackle the hard convos now. Is thrilled to finally hash all of this out. I love him telling her to go relax while he takes care of their meal. It's so sweet I'm diabetic. Lucy's face is precious.

She's trying not to get too excited but it's obvious she is happy he is there taking care of her. Also continuously taken aback (in the best way) with this new open Tim she is seeing. Still leaves her reeling. Me too Luce. I love his nervous start. You can hear it in his voice. How he repeats himself a bit. Saying 'so' twice. Trying to gain his footing in this convo. Eric you kill me in the best way. Once he starts he's off to the races though. I'm so proud of him. Telling her he's been thinking the last few months. About everything that has gone down with them.

About whatever it is that they've been doing. Between the hook ups and the potential convos they'd have once she passed. I just adore him thinking on this so much. You know he has been mulling on this since 7x06 really. That's what kick started everything for him. Because it was Lucy who went for it in that moment. Not him. Which got his 'serious talk' brain going. Saying now that all that happened it's time for them to talk. And god that is accurate. We've been waiting for this moment all damn season.

I love this puppy of a man still respecting her with his next line. Saying he never assumed anything about their future. Wants to make sure she knows that. Oh Tim Bradford I love you so much. We hear Lucy give a faint 'Mm.' Which prompts Tim to keep going. Because now that he's started there is no stopping him. Which I love. This has been built up in him for months. He has been dying to have this convo with her. You can tell in his inflection during this portion. Tim saying all the things she’s been waiting to hear. Hell we’ve been waiting to hear too. Oh my lord. I seriously had dreams about a moment like this. There's a great line from 5x18 where Lucy says they're in a 'Beautiful place.'

Tim is in a beautiful place right now as a character and I'm so happy I could cry. Idk that anything has deeply hurt me as much as 6x06 did. It's been a very long time since a ship rocked me like that. I think the last time I was that deeply hurt by a show was my first ever show in Alias. My first ever ship. I won't go into why. Gonna date my ass with this but it was a finale in s2 that scarred my shipper heart for life. IFYKYK. Even twenty-two years later that scene when I re-watch that series still hurts. That'll be 6x06. for me with this show. My point being is it's what makes this scene so god damn cathartic to watch unfold. I was sure she was asleep by this point, but that didn’t make his growth any less satisfying to watch and listen to.

Hearing Tim say he knows the damage he did. He's known most of this year but to hear him openly tell her wrecks me in the best way possible. Telling her after a lot of therapy he finally knows why. Letting her know how effective it's been for him. He's hitting all the boxes for this convo. Letting her know he's been putting in the work. To fix what's been broken inside him. Once again just crying over here everyone, at him saying all this. That she can trust him when he says that he'll never hurt her like that again. He won't. I know he won't. Tim says her name then that line. I'm dead. I'm legit posting from the grave at this point. This scene had me reeling in the best way.

I love him speaking his piece and then getting adorably nervous about the next part. Saying if they were to get back together then they need to take the next step. I've thought this since before s7. I knew this was going to be the rebuild, redemption and next steps for them this season. That after all this growth there was no way just 'dating' was going to be enough. It needed to be headed somewhere serious. A place they were blasting towards before 6x05 happened to them. Moving in together. They basically lived together from the moment they started dating anyways. Only right when they reunite that's where they land. To pick up where they left off now that all this work and healing has occurred.

I love his sweet smile as he wrings his hands turning the corner. His gorgeous Lucy Smile radiating out of him. He's nervous but so very excited as he presents this idea. It reminds me of his giddy smile from 5x08 when he asked her out. Wanting to let her know he is ALL IN. Wants to give them a real shot. Tim wants to move in with her. This is HUGE. He wants this to be their next step if they reunite (They will don't worry) This man loves her so much and just poured out his entire heart for all of us to see. We know what future he wants with her. Also I wouldn't be opposed to having more of Tim's place with her moving in. That would be a glorious upside to it. Eric fought so hard for that set. It should be used like crazy. Can't think of a better purpose.

Also let's note how Lucy couldn't sleep the entire episode. Not a wink. Then she comes home to Tim taking care of her. Not only that but being the emotional support he's been all year. Building her up and being her steady anchor. He's her safe harbor again. Lucy felt safe in every aspect around him again. This scene reflects that with her falling asleep. This a huge win for us. When Tim said 'That was a good try.' It was an incredible try Tim. Incredible. The tender placing of the blanket and the sweet kiss on her head. I'm dead once again. His hopeful 'To be continued.' has me squeeing. This man isn't going to give up just because she fell asleep. We are headed to wonderful happy things in s8 I just know it.

Season Wrap-This season has been crazy good. It was a Wildcard in the best way. I legit didn't expect more than half the things that went down. I keep calling it the giving season because it truly was. And not just for my feral Tim needs lol Although those particular needs were well met. So many reasons i listed over the season and will again in my in-depth. Kudos to Eric for how he portrayed Tim this entire season. He has been masterful. Tim was still his usual grumpy self at his core BUT he changed. He was more emotionally open and gave advice. To NOLAN. To JOHN FRIGGIN NOLAN. Not only did he give advice he was actually happy to. And the kicker was it was on relationships. He used his failings with Lucy to help him.

It wasn't just Lucy he was soft with either. It was everyone around him. He was more emotionally available to everyone around him. It's why he and Miles ended up in the place they did in their dynamic. Also need to give Kudos to Melissa this year as well. She played the conflicted side of it so well this season. You could see her slowly melt from 7x01 on up. Mixed in with a deep hesitancy to let Tim all the way back in. Did this just by her body language alone and incredible facial expressions. She too was incredible at portraying that in Lucy this season. We are so very blessed with the leads we have for this couple Fandom. It's not a secret how much I loved this season. I can see why it was one of Eric's favorites. That was easy to see further we went.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little sad they weren't back together at the end of the finale. But I'm not mad about it. I know some may be upset about this and frustrated. I get it. I do. But to me this season was about rebuilding them from the ground up. The deeper we got the more I saw that vision. I commend the writers for their mature slow burn. It's what they needed to get from 6x06 to where this season ended.

There was an interview way way back. I can't remember when it was. I wanna say pre-7x06. It was with Lis and Melissa. Where Melissa was asked how we would feel at the end of the season for Chenford. She said the fans would feel like they were left hanging. And that has stuck in my brain all season long. I guessed there was a good chance we would have a cliffhanger alluding to a reunion. Which we got.

Now this will be a long hiatus. Very long. Won't have those bad asses above on our screen for awhile. But the future is crazy bright for them. I feel it. I mean he wants to live with her. He thinks that’s the next proper step. To have her move into HIS HOUSE. Have it be THEIR HOUSE. They could be a little patch work family with Kojo. This man is going to give it another 'try' and Lucy is going to say yes I know it. We're going to get our proper talk. This episode surrounded around Nolan and that's ok it should. He is the main character after all. So there wasn't a lot of time left for a proper scene after Tim's catharsis and pledge to never hurt her again.

We didn't have enough time for her reaction and such. Would've felt rushed. A friend and I were talking about how this ending was Alexi keeping us on the hook. (I mean I'm always on the hook for them lol)That all he has to do in s8 is reel us in LOL That's what's on the other side of this hiatus Fandom. Getting reeled in. We're gonna get there. I guarantee you. But for now yeah the wait sucks but I am beyond amped for s8. Gonna be amazing I promise. Till then I shall see you all in my reblogs I do of sets and when I eventually start up my master list in-depth additions later this year.

I'll post when I'm ready to start those up. Probably wont be early summer like I had planned with mid-season premiere and all. But I'll let you all know when they are coming. Thank you as always for the support I was given this year. The likes, comments (love these) and reblogs. You are the reason and fuel for why I do this. It's so much fun to do first thoughts and do the season together. No doubt I'll do this again for s8. :)

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Side notes

My Millennial brain exploded at Celina explaining dating terms to Miles. Like WHY lol WHY is this dating now?

'Back in my day we went to bars' LMFAO I love you Timothy Bradford. Never change my love. Not everyone meets the love of their life on the job sweets.

Love some Harper and John goodness I will say. They were a huge part of the reason I loved s2 so much. I've missed the good duos and ensembles and this year delivered with that.

Sure I’m supposed to care about Monica but I don’t....Sorry lol I would be more fascinated if it was Oscar they cut the deal with tbh. He's terrible but god damn if I don't love it every time he shows up. He is right up there with Rosalind. RIP.

Lastly proud of myself for dodging spoilers like a god damn ninja. It wasn't easy. So frustrating that the finale got leaked. After all the cast and crew did to keep this season locked down. Heard it was accidental while that may be true sure that person was wicked fired lol

#Caitlin's First Impressions #chenford #7x18 The Good #the rookie 7x18 #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #s7 #lucy x tim #the rookie #otp: doing my job

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viagostalons · 5 months ago

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Illario asking Rook to help him with his hair, walk with me

Illario is a bit of a peacock, that’s no secret, and you know he takes pride in his appearance. So imagine him trusting Rook enough to not only let them handle something of himself that means a lot, but also trusting them to not kill him with the razor.

Getting very close all in the name of making sure it’s even, Rook running their hands through his hair when they’re done and giving his head a kiss

Maybe taking a bath with him afterwards, Illario’s face resting on Rook’s chest and closing his eyes and just reveling in the feeling of their fingers washing his hair

I got carried away and this is probably not what you had in mind but here you go regardless

"You're covered in blood."

The only acknowledgement is a grunt. Rook rolls his eyes and leans against the doorway to the washroom.

"Illario."

Illario's steely eyes shift in the mirror until they can look at each other. "I'm aware of how I look. I'm a Crow. We tend to come home bloody. You should know that, Rook de Riva.”

Rook crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow. They’d been dancing around one another long enough for Rook to know when Illario was pushing him away because he feared being vulnerable. This was definitely one of those times. “Let me help you.”

Illario slams his hand down on the sink counter. “Damn it, Rook, I don’t need—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Illario.” Rook steps into the room with him and turns Illario to face him. “Did the contract go sideways? You don’t usually show up covered in viscera and dirt.”

Silence hangs in the air between them, stifling and choking like smoke. Rook notes the way Illario’s jaw clenches and there is a hint of fear in his eyes. The mask Illario wears is slipping.

“I’ve told you,” Rook whispers. “You don’t have to hide from me. You don’t need to perform for me. What happened?”

A deep breath and Illario closes his eyes. “I finished the job,” he replies. “But… there were others. Involved. I had no choice but to do a full…” He gestures a bit. “Clean up.”

“Thus all the blood.”

“Thus all the blood,” Illario mutters. “I can clean myself—”

Rook gestures toward his extremely long, silky hair. “I have experience. I walked around Thedas for the better part of a year, constantly covered in blight goo and darkspawn gore. I know how to clean up a bit of blood.”

Illario makes a noise of acknowledgement and Rook can see the moment he decides to relinquish trust. Rook helps him out of his clothes, uncaring for modesty or nudity. He starts the bath and uses magic to heat up the water faster, before making Illario ease into the tub. The rest of the work becomes perfunctory — he gently takes down Illario’s hair and waits for Illario to sink into the water that is rapidly turning pink. When Illario comes back up, Rook grabs soap to start washing the blood and dirt away.

Silence remains their friend for a long while and Rook, despite being someone who enjoys to fill silences, doesn’t rush to break it. He waits for Illario to speak.

“Why do you do this, Rook?” Illario asks at last, his voice a shot in the dimly lit room.

“Why do I do what?”

“Care for me.”

Rook pauses, scrubbing at Illario’s overgrown undercut. He needed it shaved down. “Do you really have to ask?”

“Yes,” Illario says between his teeth. “You had Lucanis in your pocket. You could have had everything with him. Why throw it away—”

“I didn’t throw anything away, Illario,” Rook replies quietly. “I care for Lucanis and he cares for me but it didn’t work out between us… The weight of it all… the shared pain… We’re better as friends.”

“But you care for me.” Illario snorts and Rook can hear the disbelief tainting his voice. “Idiot.”

“Me or you?”

“You.”

Rook shakes his head and continues to massage Illario’s scalp. “Yes, I care for you,” he replies. “And it’s messy and it’s ugly and you drive me fucking nuts. But that doesn’t change the fact that I see you. It doesn’t change that I have feelings for you and I want you to trust me.”

“If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t…” Illario again gestures toward the ether as though that explained everything. Something he did often when the words wouldn’t come.

“I know.” Rook helps him rinse his hair out. The water grows redder with every rinse. “You need your hair cut again.”

Illario hums his agreement and rubs at his face. “I’m not good.”

“And?”

Illario turns, finally looking up at him and meeting Rook’s eyes. “I am not good enough for you.”

“I think I should be able to decide who is good enough for me, Lario,” Rook counters. He cups Illario’s face and rubs his thumbs along his cheekbones. “Stop trying to talk me into walking away from you because you think you don’t deserve someone to give a shit about you. All you do is sabotage yourself and you don’t need to do that all the time. I’m here. I chose you. I’m not leaving. Not unless you force me away or kill me. Are you going to kill me, Illario Dellamorte?”

Illario’s eyes shine silver and wet in the candlelight. “Rook…”

Rook leans down to press a kiss to his lips once, gentle and kind. “I need to drain the tub and fill it again. You’re filthy.”

Illario manages a half smile and his mask finally finishes slipping away. There is vulnerability and a sense of warmth in his eyes. The furrow between his brows vanishes. He seems younger with his hair wet and down around his shoulders and chest. Rook admires how beautiful Illario is like this.

“Join me,” Illario says. “Please.”

Rook pulls the drain so the dirty water has somewhere to go and lets it fill a second time. He stands up and sheds out of his casual clothes and climbs into the tub with Illario. While Illario is a much larger man, Rook still ends up with Illario between his legs, head on his chest, comfortably resting in the bath.

“Let me cut your hair after this?” Rook asks.

Illario sighs, content, nuzzling into Rook’s skin. “Anything you want, mi amor.”

Rook smiles a bit and kisses the top of his head. They can stay here a little longer.

#illario dellamorte #rook de riva #illarook #illario x rook #datv #datv fic #my fic #my writing #asks

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starlightsuffered · 11 months ago

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Long Healed

Info - worker and boss relationship, worker reader, self harm scars, injury

I was racing around the Candy room. When Willy was really focused, he was like a surgeon. He’d call out for something and I’d need to grab it immediately and hand it to him.

“Maple leaf picked on the fifteenth day of fall,” he requested.

I went to the plants section and looked by day and type. When I got back the concoction was a lilac colour and the steam was coming up in cumulus looking clouds.

“Here,” I handed it to him. He grabbed it with tweezers.

It was wild because he even looked dashing in his lab coat and those ridiculous safety goggles.

“Tuft of hair from the beard of the 13th Billy goat in the flock,” Willy asked next.

I got the fluff and handed it to him. He took it and it made the candy mixture smell like spice. He was stirring carefully.

Other pipettes were boiling with other mixtures. I could hear the ticks and whirs of other devices working. Something in the corner was creating a new version of fairy floss. Taffy was being pulled by the stretching machine.

It was always so warm and cozy in here compared to the frigid outdoors. It was comfortable and homey. I was glad Willy had asked me to live here. I hadn’t had much of a place to stay before now. I also knew he lived here, and having someone else in the large factory made me happy.

I hadn’t had the most pleasant life. Things had been very hard before I’d been hired by Willy. I often thought of him as an angel. He was always so sweet and gentle with me. He forwarded my soverigns when I needed, and if I broke things he didn’t take it out or my paycheck.

“Please stir this while I prepare the dry ingredients,” Wonka requested.

“Yes sir,” I agreed readily.

I began to turn the spoon counterclockwise as he had. I hummed lightly as I did it. I looked over at the wall. I noticed the artists rendition of Willy’s mother. She had the best smile. I always wished I knew someone in my childhood who smiled that way at me. I would have liked to have met her. Willy was always saying she would have liked me. I always felt so warm and fuzzy when he said that sort of thing to me.

Suddenly, glass shattered. The noise startled me and I knocked over a pipette. The jelly like pink and white bubbles soared out of the tube and splattered on the floor. I felt a sharp pain as jagged pieces sliced into my arm.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing I thought to say. Willy had rushed over to see the mess. I was horrified by how I’d destroyed his recipe.

“No, it’s okay, I’m just worried because you’re bleeding,” Willy said anxiously.

“Oh Mr. Wonka, I'm fine really,” I replied anxiously moving to hide my wrist. He gently took it back. He smoothed his thumb over my marred skin, eyes opened wider in shock.

He must have seen the the scars that hadn’t faded very well. He didn’t say anything. He made sure to get a bandage and wet cloth along with a salve to ward off infection.

He cleaned the wound, and next he used soft movements to apply the ointment. Finally, he wrapped my arm with the bandage and tied it off. It was just right, not too loose and not too tight.

“There you are,” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He held my arm a little longer, his face getting sadder and sadder.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’d like to know what all these other scars are from,” he murmured.

His radiant green orbs met mine. I bit the inside of my lip. I turned away from him. The intensity of his gaze was too much.

“I-I wasn’t always as happy as I was here,” I finally admitted. “I felt like the only person to take that out on…..was myself.”

“Oh, y/n,” Willy’s voice was filled with sorrow and ache.

“I haven’t done it in a while. I’m almost a year clean. I am sorry you had to see that,” I told him solemnly.

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for,” Willy told me quietly. His face dipped down and his lips touched the thicker skin. He kept his mouth there longer than I’d expected.

“I don’t want to overstep, but if you ever need a person to talk to when you feel that way; I am here,” he told me.

I finally turned back to meet his eyes. I felt full of gratitude and love. He was the kindest man I’d ever met.

“Thank you Willy, those cuts are long healed, but it feels like you just sealed them even further,” I told him tearily.

“I am glad,” he beamed.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

#reader insert #x reader #timothee chalamet #timothee chamalet #timothee fanfic #timothee imagine #timothee x reader #timothee x y/n #timothee x you #timothée chalamet #wonka x reader #wonka movie #willy wonka #wonka 2023 #Wonka #long healed

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caffeinated-binturong · 7 days ago

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And They Were Roommates

??? X Reader (Ran, Sevika, Ranvika, none)

Synopsis: You're at the end of your rope when it comes to dealing with your roommate, Sevika, and it takes a crisis and someone uninvolved to see just how far things have broken down and you're both at fault for it. Genre: Fluff, light angst, multiple endings POV: Second Warnings: None Word Count: 2.7k for first half; 1k-1.8k for second; 7.9k for all

A/N: Changing up the formatting a bit for this one. Couldn't decide what ending I liked more and had an idea for each so I wrote all of them so it's viewer's reader's choice—read one or all. Each varies and has tidbits to give greater context to everything and may allude to something in a different ending but they serve as a self-contained story so you aren't required to read everything.

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As far as it went with roommates, Sevika was a mixed bag. She was prompt about paying her share of the rent and wasn't around much so it was like you had a more space than you could have gotten by yourself, the downside being her odd hours and acting as a live-in nurse.

Technically you didn't need the room as you had taken over, but more was better as far as you were concerned. It wasn't just about moving your desk and supplies out of your bedroom, it was having room to expand your personal book collection without having pare it down in equal measure.

All it would take is a mention of something you found interesting—and in your line of work, that happened regularly—and you'd see if you could find a book on the subject that went into more detail. Even if your interests changed, you balked at the idea of getting rid of any of them.

More and more you found yourself thinking about it, though.

"Welcome back," you drawl when you hear the front door open and close. You're busy working your way through someone's terrible handwriting, your desk scattered with open books and scrap paper where you tried deciphering the notes—the other person who lived here showing up wasn't unusual enough to stop.

"Anyone been by?" Sevika asks, breathing harder as if she had rushed home.

"For you? No," you reply after half-listening.

"And you?"

"Also no." Since when did she care about that?

"Good."

"Something going on?" you ask, clearly annoyed. If she had done something that would bring enforcers to your door again...

"There's a push against Silco," Sevika replies as if that answers everything. After she heads into her room, you give your work a final look before sighing and turning around.

"It happens," you say, raising your voice to still be heard. "Don't see you acting like this every time it does." It seemed everyone was jostling for a better position in Zaun, though usually they had enough sense to not aim so high.

"Because those other times weren't so direct and didn't coincide with a major deal falling through," she calls back.

"Still doesn't explain why you're so agitated." You're waiting for her to explain how this in any way affected you but you hadn't heard anything so far that indicates it would.

"It's my job to try to salvage that deal. I have to catch a ship and am running late."

"So? Deals fall through."

"The point is," she calls, "is I'm not going to be around until that's done and the people going up against Silco are known for taking out hits on people to intimidate their actual target"

You let out a bark of laughter. "Pretty sure I can take care of myself."

"I know you can. Most of the time," says Sevika as she re-emerges with a hastily packed duffel bag slung over her shoulder. "Just maybe not with these people."

"So you painted a target on my back and are bouncing," you summarize, crossing your arms. "Thanks for that." This was decidedly worse than enforcers—you left that line of work in part to get away from this sort of thing.

"Not by choice."

"So, what am I supposed to do in the meantime?" you scowl. "Just hide in here until you get back? Because I have shit I can't put on hold and I shouldn't have to for something you did."

"Didn't say that," Sevika says tightly. "Just be careful and not alone. Ran'll check in on you."

"You hired a babysitter for me?!" The audacity of it! She was acting as if you hadn't survived the same streets she had—just because you weren't chummy with a chem-baron didn't mean you were helpless.

"Who else would you have picked? Gustove? Oni? Maintaire?" Sevika demands, your antagonism and the time pressure getting to her. "Because it has to be someone."

"Thanks to you," you mutter. There was only so far you could push Sevika and you don't want to find out what happens if you cross that line. You weren't going to win this but you didn't have to roll over so easily. "If I must have a nanny, I'd rather it be someone like Mia."

"Who the hell is Mia?"

"A friend."

"Can they handle assassins?"

The topic never came up and it wasn't something you asked about. "... I don't think so," you reluctantly admit.

"So, Ran?" Sevika hovers pointedly near the door.

"Fiiine." If she had just asked, you might have decided that yourself and this whole thing could have been avoided. If time really was an issue, you understood why it didn't happen, but you'd have appreciated it if she talked to you like an an equal and come up with a plan together.

Instead she was being so patronizing over something you had no part in.

"Make sure to keep everything locked and the blinds drawn," Sevika reminds you as she slips out.

Did she really think you were so daft? You'd been locking the door since you could remember.

Despite appearances, though, you're rattled—you haven't seen Sevika act like that before and she'd been living with you a while. It must be more serious than she was letting on.

Once Sevika's gone and you don't think she's coming back, you make the rounds ensuring everything is properly locked and latched—just because you could put up a fight didn't mean you wanted one. When you finally make it back to your desk, it's not to finish your work, it's to check that your pistol is still in the drawer you left it in.

A knock at the door makes you jerk awake, confused over where you are and what happened. You're at your desk but you don't remember falling asleep though your back says you've been there a while. From what you do remember, you had finally hit your stride and even made coffee so you wouldn't have to stop.

A second more insistent set of knocks reminds you someone's waiting on you so you start to put the gun away—when did you take it out?—but recall Sevika's warning. Taking the pistol instead, you crack the door.

"Can I help you?" You're brusque as you blink yourself awake.

"Are you always this cheery in the morning?" replies Ran. You didn't really know them but you'd seen them around enough to know them on sight. This wasn't a complete stranger so you relax.

You suppress a yawn as you let them in. "Here to check up on me?"

"Yup." Ran looks around the place before seeing the gun you're absently holding by your thigh. "Gonna shoot me?"

"Oh. No." You forgot you were holding it and quickly put it down after locking the door. "What time is it?"

"Mid-morning. Long night?"

"Something like that," you mutter as you put the kettle on. "Well you're here, you've seen I'm safe. Job done. You can go now."

"You really aren't a morning person, are you?"

You sigh. "Look, I'm sure you're nice but I already told Sevika I don't need a babysitter. You can move on with your day.

"I agree, you seem capable enough." Their eyes flick to your gun. "Think of me as a personal bodyguard instead."

"... That doesn't really help."

"But it does help, right?" they grin. You look at them trying to decide if this was a ploy of some sort or not before giving up—you weren't awake enough to deal with someone so cheerful even if it was an act.

Maybe you should have insisted harder on someone else after all.

While Ran makes themself comfortable on the couch, showing no intention of leaving, you loiter in the kitchen avoiding them and slowly working the knots out of your back and shoulders. You were only willing to be so rude and Sevika was the one to be blamed for all this—Ran was an innocent party as far as you knew.

"Coffee?" you ask with a heavy sigh after the kettle boils.

"Sure."

"If you're sticking around, you won't have much to do," you say as you scoop out enough grounds for a second person. "I'll be busy with work."

"That's fine, I've been meaning to get some reading done."

It would have been easier if you were playing up how much work you had to do, but after handing your unwanted visitor a mug and replacing your cold one with the new one, you scan the scattered pages and feel your lips press tighter and tighter together.

Everything was a mess and apparently you tried to work on it last night but your scribbles were worse than the writing you were supposed to be copying. It was a miracle you hadn't spilled something.

Frowning, you settle in and get to work.

Despite your initial apprehension over having someone else around and your annoyance at why that was, you quickly come around to Ran and don't mind them as much as you thought you would. You thought they'd be overbearing and oppressive like Sevika could be but that wasn't the case—you even forgot they were there at times because of how little of your attention they demanded.

It didn't hurt that they would pick things up for you on the way over or make lunch after seeing your eating habits, or lack thereof either.

The ultimate sign you'd warmed up to them was when you dug out your copy of a book about blacksmithing all the way from Krexor after a comment they made. The book was old but it was a lucky find, one you didn't think you'd make again.

Some books you had no issue lending out but others, the ones you thought rare or prized, stayed in your possession unless you truly liked someone.

Over the days, strangers became acquaintances which became friends and silence had evolved into actual talking. You certainly wouldn't tell Sevika this, but she could have done a worse job in picking someone to watch you day in and day out. So when Ran winces one morning, you don't have to pretend to be concerned.

"The hell happened? You okay?"

"It's nothing," they say. "Someone was a sore loser is all."

"Let me see." Your voice is hard—you were used to having to fight Sevika over this and she always downplayed her injuries. Ran's the opposite and obediently untucks their shirt to show you the bandage already on their side. "Is that all?" you push.

"Yup." You search their face to see if they might be lying before concluding that they weren't. Or they were better at hiding injuries than Sevika was.

"Good. I thought I'd have to crack open the first aid kit again," you sigh as you sink to couch beside Ran.

"Didn't know paper cuts required a whole kit," they tease as they put their clothing back in order.

"Ha ha," you say with anything but mirth. "It's not for me, Sevika just has a habit of showing up injured and if she tries to patch herself up, there's a lot more cursing and wasted supplies. Easier if I do it."

"Not the easiest patient, is she?"

"Try living with her," you grumble. "I've lost track of how many times I've woken up to bloodstains that weren't there when I went to bed. On the bright side, my sewing skills have never been better."

"At least you have the place to yourself most of the time," Ran says.

"Sure, I guess," you exhale. "But she assumes I'll always be around and will drop everything the moment she waltzes in. Or it's something like this where her work follows her home and it's on me to deal with it. I don't know if it's worth the headache anymore."

Ran furrows their brow. "Why do think she does that?"

"Because she's an inconsiderate ass."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

This is the first time you've seen Ran approaching anger as they stare at you with a dark eye. "It's because she trusts you."

You laugh at the obvious joke. "Sure, to not stab her in her sleep."

"Do you think she'd live with just anyone?" Ran asks without joining in.

"How should I know?" you scoff, getting uncomfortable with how serious Ran was being. "We've never talked about it and it's not like she's around much. I know you better and she's the one I live with."

Ran leans against the armrest and looks you hard in the eye. "Take it from me, she wouldn't be this stressed or taken on so much extra work for just anybody."

That catches your attention. "What do you mean 'extra work'?"

"Well, you probably deserve to know," Ran sighs after judging how much to say. "I was supposed to join her on this little trip, as you've called it, but she somehow convinced Silco she could manage it all on her own. Told me to watch out for you after that meeting finished."

"... That bitch!" you spit, startling Ran. "She made a big deal about how I had had a choice, the whole time she'd already set things up with you. It would have been better if she just said that instead of pretending I had any say in the matter."

"She didn't give me much of a say about it, either," Ran reminds you.

You're fuming now and only half-hear Ran. "See what I mean? She's impossible! Does what she wants without any consideration to how it affects others."

"So why'd you move in with her?"

"What? She moved in with me," you turn to glare at Ran but your anger starts to falter. "Or we moved in at the same time? In any case, I had an idea of what she was like before but I didn't know living with her would be like this."

"Like what?"

"For one, deciding things for me," you huff. "I managed just fine without her. I knew what she was like—I'd heard the rumours—but none of them mentioned that. If I knew, I'm not sure I would have agreed to this."

You'd been thinking about this for a while now but it's the first time you'd said it out loud. You've complained about her, of course, but never outright said you were doubting just how sustainable this living situation was.

"Have you told her this?" Ran's voice is softer, sympathetic.

You try to summon your usual ire but it comes out flat. "When would I have? It's not exactly something that can be hashed out in a few seconds. Even if she is home, someone's either too wasted or tired for it."

"You should," says Ran. They were entirely too invested in whatever they thought was going on but that didn't mean they were wrong. If you were to move out, you'd need to bring it up anyway.

"Maybe." You rub your neck, shifting to lean forward with elbows on knees. "She ever tell you we met before? Before moving in together, I mean."

Ran struggles to keep a straight face with how you were sitting—it took away from your grousing about Sevika when you were sitting like her. "Nope."

"Figures. Though she probably doesn't remember." That was a point you were willing to concede. "It was after Vander died but before things calmed down so there was a lot going on—you probably already know better than me. Anyway, Silco wanted copies of some documents and I guess your regular person was busy or something so I ended up with the job."

"Thought you didn't like getting involved," Ran says without judgement.

"I don't but I needed the cash," you give a rueful smile. You could be pickier now, but times were harder back then. "Sevika served as contact and handler since your boss was occupied with other things. Locked me in a room and told me to be finished before she got back or I'd have to look into a different career."

"And you thought it was a good idea to move in with her after that?" Ran gives you an incredulous look.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time," you shrug.

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[Sevika] Word Count: 1.2k [Ran] Word Count: 1.2k [Ranvika] Word Count: 1.8k [Platonic] Word Count: 1k

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and-i-will-kiss · 5 months ago

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Precious gift in hand, and following the steps of the Tachov blacksmith, I'm finally greeting the groom and his family at the wedding. Finally, I sigh under my breath, while feeling maybe a bit sad and way too out of place in this fancy frock I'm wearing.

The fortress door locks behind me and I'm told to join the guests and celebrate while the spirits are high, which seems more like a challenge seeing how lively things are in the courtyard some steps away from me. Cheery music swirls around and ladies hitch their skirts to sway away freely. Booze spills to the ground and the dishes sure look appetizing, so I take mental note to stop at every table for a surely delectable morsel. But I rather avoid that, as I'm afraid my well known trait of enjoying food too much might make me stick out like the third wheeler I'm currently playing, so I get on with greeting the groom first, like good manners dictate. In my way there I'm greeted by Svatya and the son from the huntsman, both of them are eyeing a scene in front of them - a slightly inebriated man pestering a sassy girl who is having none of it, so as like the lads we are, we make a bet and I'm the soldier sent to the front. In a blink, and since I'm smarter than the other man, I manage to sweep the lady away, which in exchange is relieved someone took her somewhere else but there. She's the daughter of the cook and sure has a temper that has been boiling for a bit, so she invites me to dance to vent that unwanted suitor away. I'm not sure what to do with myself, back in Skalitz I barely danced with my sweetheart, as much as she wanted that, she used to pester me the whole night until she gave up. Poor Bianca, I wish I could have danced with you more, and I'll take this chance for you, my love. My partner is a delight and I can't help but smile wide and feel my heart pound fast underneath the ornate and conspicuous coat I'm wearing.

After we finish, she gently bows with a smirk on her face now that she's free from the crutches of the drunk man on the bench, and like the little free bird she is, she goes off to twirl around the bards under the large oak tree in the middle of the courtyard.

As for myself, I'm free to try anything at the wedding. Dice? Duels? Stuff that I can do outside, something more special has to be around the corner. A lady asks me to dance with her daughter, who sits alone by the fire. I oblige and take her out. Worst idea ever, this woman has war hammers for feet and has the grace of a cow dying. She's smitten but I disappear into the bailey as soon as I'm done with her. The Moravian side of the family has taken firm positions here and sure the mood is all about getting pissed and starting a brawl, but Lord Semine is making sure someone is keeping both eyes on them. They are swearing in their mother's names they'll behave, but I think you should not swear in vain. And then... then.

Then the blacksmith comes to me, in a pale rush. He grabs me and huffs that the sword has vanished. Well, shit, I think, that was my invitation to this wedding and it's gone, so both of us are screwed. We start inquiring around and someone says a man in yellow was seen waving it around. So I trail, each and every guest clad in said colour and I barely got anything worth noting, with the exception of a guest that admitted some things went missing... And he'll put them back, he swears. Straight away.

So I keep tracking the man in yellow and I think the only place I haven't been is the barn. Once I get in, I distinguish another guest, this time, fully dressed in gold. Up to his hair. My heart sinks, it's Hans! His face, carving stone; he's keeping his distance, is he aware I'm also here? I move forward and inquire. It's Hans alright, but he seems crossed for some reason. I'm interrupting something? Hans' new date steps aside seeing my intrusion and he can only reply with a glare and a reminder to stick to the mission. The sword, he says he handled it and appreciated the fine work, but it's not in his possession, but he knows someone tossed the sword over the fortress' walls. It should have landed in the pond, so I go in knee deep into the water and fish it out.

I'm tired of playing games and Von Bergrow still hasn't arrived, so I inquire the Lord of this manor. He's also nervous, the person he was promised isn't here, and the Trosky Chamberlain won't stop stalling, and after seeing the nervous groom fidget under his headdress, the Lord has decreed it'll have to start before the guests drink the last keg and burn down the palace.

I have to be honest here, I got misty-eyed seeing both of them, happy and young, starting their new chapter in life together. I just feel alone and empty, out of place in this stupid fancy costume. Von Bergrow isn't here, Hans seems to be doing well on his own and I'm just lost. A wave of regret pools in my stomach, I should have kept my mouth shut, I should have played along. I have failed the only task I was given, Hans doesn't need me. I need him now, but which one of us will be the first to take the plunge? I turn around slowly to face the guests with my best foot forward. The water must run under the bridge, Henry.

(I finished the game yesterday! Oh god I cried too much! And finished my prompt list as well! It's pretty long! I'm mad! I also can't remember fuck all of what I did when I crashed the wedding, I got involved in too many things and I'm trying to keep things short, because I don't have much time to type every single detail. I also remember how smug Hans was with Henry, the bastard. Fuckin' bird, yo)

#kingdom come deliverance #kingdom come deliverance 2 #kcd #kcd 2 #book of hare hours #game log

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sturniolodreamz · 2 years ago

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first time - matt sturniolo

summary - Y/n finally decides she is ready to have sex for the first time, and she couldn't be happier that it is with Matt of all people.

warnings - smut, loss of virginity, protected sex. if you dont like it, dont read!

a/n - this was my first smut so hopefully yall like it! i also write regularly on my sfw tumblr account, so i am going to try and post at least 1-2x a week on here. please dont hesitate to send me requests, because sometimes it can be hard to come up with them myself. make sure to read the first chapter where i list what i will and will not write. let me know what you think! also, sorry if the ending seemed a little rushed, i didn't really know how i should end it lol

Matt and I have been dating for about a month now, but we have never done anything more than making out before I stopped it from going further. It was obvious that he knew I was a virgin, and I had never asked him but I assumed he had had sex before at some point. I knew I wanted him to be my first, I trusted him, but I just personally didn't feel ready at the time. But lately, I had been thinking about it a lot, and I decided that I felt as ready as I ever would. I wanted to bring this up to Matt, but I was afraid of it being awkward.

One night, Nick and Chris decided to go to a friends house, but Matt and I decided to stay back at the house and watch a movie together. We were laying in Matt's bed, and he had pulled up a movie on his laptop. We snuggled up under the blanket together and he hit play. I was pretty distracted with my own thoughts, so I wasn't really paying attention that closely to the movie. I kept thinking about having sex with Matt, and the feelings I had that wouldn't go away. I decided I was going to take my chance and talk to him about it. I mean, it was the perfect night, seeing as Nick and Chris would be gone until way later. Matt must have noticed that I was spaced out, because he paused the movie to turn and look at me.

"Hey, you seem lost in thought. Wanna talk about anything?" he asks me gently.

I took in a deep breath before responding. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." he replies, grabbing my hand to hold it.

"Okay. Have you had sex before?"

He coughed, surprised at the question, but began to answer me.

"I, um, yeah I have a few times. Why, whats up?"

"I just, I've never done anything like that before, but I think I'm ready, Matt."

"Okay," he replies, taking in what I said. "Like, do you want to have sex right now? Chris and Nick won't be home for a while."

I giggled, partly out of nervousness. "Yeah, that's kinda what I was thinking too." I replied.

"Well in that case, we won't be needing this anymore." He says with a laugh, getting up to put the laptop back on his desk.

He walks back over to the bed and sits back down next to me.

"Do you trust me?" he asks me.

"Of course."

With that, he gently pulls me into his lap and places a cautious kiss on my lips. I cup his cheeks in my hands and kiss him back passionately. We begin to make out, something we have done before, but this time there is more passion behind each kiss than I have ever felt. After a few minutes, I begin to feel more confident, and I start to grind down on his lap as we kiss. He moans into my mouth at the feeling, and I can't help but think about how hot he sounded.

"Can you take this off?" I ask him, tugging at his shirt.

Without a word, he sits up slightly so he can slide the t-shirt off of himself.

"Well now it's only fair that you take yours off, too." he smirks.

I felt slightly nervous, but I went with it, leaving me bare on top.

"God, your beautiful, y/n." he reassures me.

I giggle, but it quickly turns into a gasp as Matt flips us over so he is on top. I couldn't help but look down at the bulge that was now forming in his sweatpants. He begins to kiss my breasts, leaving light hickies. As he kisses down my stomach getting closer and closer to my waistband, I feel butterflies start to form in my stomach. When he finally reaches the waistband of my pants, he hooks his finger into it before looking up at me.

"Can I?" he trails off.

I nod at him, giving him permission. I wasn't expecting him to pull down both my pants and my underwear at the same time, leaving me bare as I felt the cool air hit my body. Without any warning, I felt Matt's tongue hit my folds, kitten licking my clit as I arched my back.

"Ah, fuck Matt! That feels so good!"

I felt him hum against me, sending vibrations of pleasure through my body. He continued eating me out until I felt myself getting close.

"Matt, I think I'm gonna cum!" I told him.

"Mhm, cum for me baby." he told me.

Before long, I was literally seeing stars as I had my first orgasm, overwhelmed with pleasure. Matt pulled away soon after, not wanting to overstimulate me. He wiped his mouth before coming up to kiss me again.

"Did that feel good, baby?" he asked me.

"Oh my god Matt, that was incredible!" I replied.

I kissed him again, still catching my breath. My gaze was brought back down to his crotch, thinking about what I wanted to do.

"Matt, will you teach me how to suck your dick?"

"Fuck, how could I say no to that?" he said with a small laugh.

We switched places so he was now the one laying on the bed, with me in between his legs. I began pulling his sweats down, and he lifted his hips to help me out. Once his pants were off, I looked up at him, both for permission and because I was hoping he would tell me what to do next.

"It's okay sweetheart. There's no right or wrong way to do this, just do what feels right and I'll guide you." he reassured me.

"Okay, thank you." I said.

I decided to try and tease him a little. I could see the outline of his boner through his boxers, and I lightly traced my finger down the shaft. When my finger grazed his tip, he bucked his hips up a bit.

"Sorry babe. But fuck, please don't tease me!" he told me.

I listened to him, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

"Can you take these off?"

Within seconds his underwear was on the floor, and he was bare in front of me. His dick wasn't huge, but in my eyes it was the perfect size. I remembered what he told me, just do what feels right. I started out by kitten licking the tip, tasting his salty precum. Then I began cautiously jerking him, working up the courage to put him in my mouth.

"You got this, sweetheart. You don't have to take it all at once. Just make sure you cover your teeth with your lips." he advised.

I giggled nervously, not wanting to hurt him. I decided it was now or never. I took his advice and covered my teeth so I wouldn't scratch him, and slowly took him into my mouth, jerking what didn't fit.

"Ahh, yeah baby just like that, keep going!" he moaned.

Knowing that I was making him feel good boosted my confidence, and I continued sucking him off. I reached my other hand down and began gently playing with his balls. That must have been the last straw for him, because he stopped me, pulling out of my mouth.

"Fuck y/n that felt so good, but I don't want to cum yet. You did such a good job." he tells me, giving me a kiss that said I love you without actually saying it.

"Do you want to keep going?" he asks me, making sure I was okay.

"Yes Matt, more than anything."

He smiles at me as we reposition once again to where we started off, with me laying on my back. He leans over to his nightstand, grabbing a condom and a small bottle of lube.

"Wow, you came prepared." I tease.

He just blushes and hands me the condom.

"Put this on for me?"

I may be inexperienced, but I do know how to put on a condom. I tear open the condom and roll it on his dick, which was now in front of my face. He positions himself in between my legs.

"I know your still wet, but I'm gonna use lube too. It will help this not hurt so bad." he told me.

That was the first time I had thought about the pain, but I tried to push the thought to the back of my head and just enjoy myself. He squirted some lube on his hand and rubbed it over the condom, getting closer to me.

"Are you ready babe?"

"Yes, but please be gentle!" I said nervously.

He brought his hand up to gently cup my cheek.

"Of course sweetheart. If it's too much, just tell me and we can stop, okay?"

I took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready."

He lined himself up to my entrance, keeping his eyes on me as he slowly pushed himself in.

"Ah!" I whimpered, feeling a burn as he stretched me out for the first time.

"I know hon, we're almost there." he told me.

Once he had bottomed out, he paused, letting me relax and get used to him before he began moving. After a short time, I felt ready for him to move.

"Okay, you can start moving."

He began slowly thrusting in and out. He was right, I think the extra lube definitely helped. The pain slowly faded into pleasure as I began to enjoy the feeling more.

"Faster, Matt!" I told him.

He smiled down at me. "Fuck, there's my girl! You're doing so good baby." he said as he picked up the pace.

Every few minutes he would pick up the pace, going impossibly faster and faster. He leaned down to make out with me some more, while still pumping in and out of me at an ungodly pace. I felt myself reaching another orgasm.

"Matt, I'm close!" I warned him.

"Me too baby. Where do you want my cum?" he asks me.

"I want you to cum in my mouth." I told him, wanting to taste him again.

"Fuck! Oh my god..." he trailed off.

After a few more thrusts he pulled out, sliding the condom off. I sit up and stick out my tongue for him to cum on.

"Shit baby you look so hot like that!" He jerked himself a few times before I felt his warm white cum on my tongue. It was the perfect mix between salty and sweet. I looked him in the eyes as I swallowed, showing him my empty tongue.

"That's my girl, y/n! You did so good for me." he praised, flopping down beside me.

"Fuck Matt, that was incredible! Thank you for being so patient with me."

"Of course y/n, I love you so fucking much." he said, kissing me once again.

"I love you too, Matt. Let's go to bed now, yeah?" I asked him.

"Yes, please."

He wrapped his arms around me, and we fell asleep just like that.

#sturniolo triplets #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #smut

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documenting-lilyport · 2 months ago

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how long have you had your forever world for? also what would you recommend to keep motivating yourself to keep playing on it? i want to have a forever world and i'm hoping i can keep coming back to my current one :]

hey jordan, this is such a great question because i've definitely thought long and hard about this, too, when i first started my forever world.

i've had this save file for almost three months now (+ almost 500 days in-game) and i've been having a blast playing because i've always kept in mind that i was and always will be playing for myself. which is to say, in this sandbox game, i'm playing in a way that prioritises my fun over the idea of 'this is how minecraft is intended to be played.'

of course, what is fun is different from person to person. but these are a few things that i do to keep my save file fun for me:

playing with commands i love building, but i do not love terraforming and i definitely do not find satisfaction in big terraforming projects. so, when i'm building a huge cliff, a detailed body of water, or whatever else that i may find tedious, i will hop into creative mode! i don't have all the time in the world, so i just want to feel joy and feel relaxed when i'm playing on my forever world!

keep inventory + mobGriefing another thing that had always hindered my enjoyment of the game was losing my inventory upon death and having to rush back to get everything before they all despawned. it's just not fun for me personally, so i enabled keep inventory. and though i play mostly on peaceful, i still disabled mobGriefing in case i ever feel like running around on easy!

no set aesthetics i just build what i feel like building with whatever blocks i feel like using. no strict block palettes that i must use in every build, no clear style of building that i'm going for. it gives me so much space to build whatever is currently striking my interest! i have a bunch of videos of other people's world tours, tiny build ideas, etc. that i've been able to add to my save file rather seamlessly because i don't have a set 'aesthetic' that i'm going for :)

set achievable goals this is something that i picked up from youtubers who have worlds that have lasted thousands of in-game days. i'm currently building up lilyport village, but that goal alone is so daunting and vague. so, i break it down into buildings and tiny structures i would personally like to see in the village. a library, a cartography shop, a cascading waterfall, etc. plus, building the village up structure by structure allows me the satisfaction of checking things off as i go! i also have something in game to help me remember the different things i want to add into my world. i noticed you have a goal board in your forever world — me too! i like being able to visualise my goals in its entirety :)

back up your world! i've seen people talk about losing a longterm world (sometimes computers just crash, sometimes the game gets corrupted, etc) and then completely losing motivation to start all over. i keep this in mind every time i'm done with a gaming session and i back up my game on my desktop (after each session), my cloud drive (every few sessions), and an external drive (every few months)!

there are definitely other things that i'm forgetting, but these are the ones that i run into most frequently. i would also recommend checking out luvstar's video on this specific question, they've been my biggest inspiration in starting my forever world so i thought i'd include their video as well :)

obviously, these aforementioned points are what makes it fun for me.

so, if you prefer a little challenge or if building is not all that fun for you, there are other ways to play minecraft! it's a sandbox — tweak it to your liking!

thanks again for this lovely question, i hope i haven't yapped your head off and have fun!

also also — if anyone out here has a longterm world, please chime in in the replies or the reblogs as well :)! who knows who you will inspire with your lovely addition!

#cheese talks #mineblr #forever world

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 1 year ago

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Episode six - Bully in the Alley

Masterlist

Jack Dawkins x fem reader

This is a long one

"Do you think he'll like it? I should have packed more macaroons. Rainsford loves macaroons." Fanny chatted away as the three of you walked towards the stairs. You stop when you see the head nurse.

" Nurse Baggett, is Dr. Dawkins here?" You ask.

" On a Friday night? He's paying a house call on the Cat and Bagpipes." She laughs. Disappointed you turn back to your sisters who were already making their way up the stairs.

"Should I give Sneed a peek? What would you say to that?" Fanny said.

"Nothing really. Sneed isn't suited for you. His interest in us is purely political. He just wants to marry a governor's daughter and secure Head Surgeon. And he's already proposed to me." Belle rambled.

"Oh." Fanny stops walking.

"Fanny, he would've married any member of the family, including Father or the dog." Belle says.

"Belle, there is no need to be turt. Fanny, Sneed is not for you. He would not be attentive enough for you." You try to comfort her.

" So, when is your happy day?" She spits her words at Belle.

"The happy day was when I declined him." She replied.

"I should just fill my pocket with stones and walk into the sea." Fanny said.

"Sea's that way." Belle pointed.

"Belle, will you both stop this, now." You demand.

"So, just to clarify. Sneed's still available, then?" Fanny asks finally.

"For now." Belle agrees. The three of you walk into his private room. Fanny quickly delves into unpacking her basket of goodies.

"We've also got coconut macaroons, fruitcake, jam drops. Ooh, and this is pepper jelly. I made it myself to help with your recovery."

"How lovely. Lady Belle, are you well?" Sneed asks her, attempting to ignore Fanny.

"But it's quite peppery." Fanny continues.

"Better than someone who fought a pointless duel." They continued the back and fourth between the three of them. Your attention was held by the window you could hardly see through.

"Quickly. This way. Come on, quickly." You hear Hetty shouting. A Bell rings below. Running out of the room you see people clamouring all around.

"Cold compress on her. Splint that. Some doctors would be nice!" You see Hetty shouting. Jack stumbles in with a man's arm around his shoulders.

" Dr. Dawkins." You rush up to him.

" Lady y/n. Can you take him to the ward?" He hands the man over to you draping his arm over your shoulder.

"Are you even sober?" You ask.

"Three sheets to the wind. One sheet better than Prof usually is." He waves his arms. "Get your sister. I need her in the ward. Aputi, bring him in here." Jack walks away from you.

In the swirl of the chaos you do your best to help the nurses with bandaging and comforting the wounded people of Port Victory. Morning rose up without anyone really noticing. Seeing Jack standing beside the bed of one man you walked up to him.

"There's nothing more we could have done. Not with bleeding like that." He lets out a shaky breath, "Hetty, have you eaten anything at all?" He asks the nurse that looks set to fall down.

" No time." She replies.

Heavy footsteps stomp through the halls and you see your sister rushing up to Gaines.

" Captain Gaines, I will be speaking to my father!" She growls.

" Have you come to finish them off? Blinded in one eye, a fractured skull, and a ruptured femoral artery!" Jack's grits his teeth.

"All the results of resisting lawful execution of a warrant. And that's young Alfie Wilderkins if I'm not mistaken. This is a very good day indeed." Gaines grins and it churns your stomach.

" I want the men responsible court-martialled." You say.

"Well, that would be me. You'll need to tell the Governor his right hand is a criminal."

"Yes. That is a very good idea." You narrow your eyes at him.

" Arrest them. They're accomplices. All right. You, come with me." Gaines shouts and grabs one of the patients.

"They need medical care. I can't let you take these patients." You say putting your hands up across the ward door.

" They were never patients, Lady y/n. They're my prisoners. Stand aside." He moves close enough to you that you can smell the stink of his aftershave, "Your father indulges you. If you were my daughter..."

"I'd run away. Like your wife." You sneer at him. Gaines steps forward raising his hand ready to slap you but Jack catches him, wrenching him backward.

" Oi! Doc, you're needed over here." Fagin calls from the other side of the room. He drops Gaines' hand.

" Pity you didn't strike me, Dawkins." He growls at Jack before marching away.

"father can stop this!" You call to Belle.

"Where do you think I'm going?" She shouts back almost running from the hospital. You turn back to Jack.

"Are you alright?" He asks, you nod your head allowing him to take your hand.

"What do we do?" You ask.

"you've been here all night, go home and get some rest. Hetty you too. Neither of you are any good if you get sick as well." Hetty tries to protest but he shakes his head to her, "Go on, we'll be okay, come back later."

*_*_*_*

"Hold fire!" The Governor shouts as Belle wakes him by dropping. Heavy book onto the desk.

"Gaines has gone mad. People have lost their lives." Your sister tells him.

" No, surely not. I counselled moderation." He rebutes.

"Have you seen what's going on out there?" She asks.

"No, but... Oh, my word, that's lovely." He says taking a sip of congac.

" The hospital is overrun. Beaten by Gaines' men." She interrupts him.

"And I'm sorry you had to see that. The hospital really is no place for a lady. But I bear good news, Excellency." Gaines brushes past Belle. "Your operation has flushed out the notorious Kit Wilderkins."

" Oh, Gaines, that is wonderful news."your father chuckles.

" You ordered this, Father?" You ask storming into the room"

"Gaines is firm, darling, but there's a reason he kept our men alive in Africa."

"No, but he's maiming people. He's killing them." You protest.

" All regrettable incidents. Some were resisting arrest and attacking your men, Governor. I shall pray for their souls. Tell me, does your friend, Dr. Dawkins, ever cause a patient pain?" Gaines turns to you.

" Of course, in trying to help to... " You reply.

"Cure. Yes. And does Dr. Dawkins ever accidentally kill any of these patients?"

" Rarely." Belle interjects.

"And I'm sure he mourns it, as I do. You see, a colony is very much like a body..."

" Yes, I've read Hobbes." You cut him off.

"Then you will know that sometimes we must hurt in order to heal."

"A young man bled to death in the hospital overnight. What of his family?" You say.

"Ah, yes. Very sad. Alfie Wilderkins, only eighteen. Kit Wilderkins was his father. Together they held up the Murchings Bank stage coach last month, and killed three people. Corporal Hartmouth was begging for mercy when they shot him. Hartmouth had two dear little children, Rosie and William." Gaines pretended to feel remorse as he sat in a chair.

"Yes. Look, it's one thing to lose a man in battle, but to crime? It's hard to explain to the widow." The governor says.

"You see, my ladies, sometimes we need to cut a rotten part of the body politic in order to cure the whole." He speaks to you both.

"I know what part of the body politic I'd be removing." Belle bites back.

" Okay, thank you, Captain Gaines." The Governor dismisses his Captain before taking your and Belle's hands in his.

"Darlings... Darlings, I know you disapprove of Gaines and his methods. But I've been asked to turn a penal colony into a society. And I need men like him to make a prison into something better. Now, I'm not asking you to accept everything I do, but I am asking you both to support me and this family." He says.

"we will go back to the hospital and help." Belle says.

"No, we need to rest. Father, you should, perhaps put down your congac and take a good she's look at the people you surround yourself with. Come sister." You take her hand and lead her to the stairs.

"You're giving up?" She asks.

"No, Belle, Jack said we needed to sleep to rest, he sent Hetty away as well. He wants us at our best to help." You explain.

"And what will you do? Hold a few hands and get in the way?" She spat out the words.

You hold onto the emotions that threaten to spill out of your eyes.

*_*_*_*

"Belle, I may not be as smart as you are when it comes to medicine, but I am doing my best."

"You could be doing so much more, instead of wasting all your energy on a boy."

You push past her and storm up to your bedroom.

Three hours later you found yourself unable to sleep so you redressed in a simple cotton outfit, forgoing the hooped crinoline and opting for a smaller petticoat. You sneak back down stairs to the carriage that waited for you at the back of the house. Belle was already sat inside.

"took your time." She smiled. You say nothing, knocking on the carriage to signal the driver. Much to Belle's dismay you give her the cold shoulder all the way to the hospital. Choosing to keep your eyes on the trees going past.

She chased after you into the building when you arrived at the hospital.

"y/n please, I'm sorry." She calls after you. You ignore her finding Jack.

"What'd your father say? When's he going to stop this?" He asks you.

" Yes, I have spoken to my father. There are two sides to this. It's not as clear as..." you say walking through the corridors.

"He's dead. How much clearer could it be?" He almost shouts at you.

You stop and look at him for a moment, "Right, if you're to be like that, Jack..."

"I cannot believe you would give that man's story credence." He said. You turned once more marching god knows where as you spoke.

"I don't give a fig about Gaines, but I do trust my father's word on this."

"You can't agree with their methods?" He asked.

"Obviously not." You answered

" That boy bled to death in front of us."

"I know but, he was a bushranger, who killed one of Father's men."

"So they say."

" He's my father. He's many things, but he's not a liar. He's trying to bring peace to a colony you have to admit is out of control." You stomped through a closed door.

"Did you mean to walk into a cupboard?" Jack almost laughs.

" Obviously not!" You bit your lower lip to keep your emotions from bubbling over. "Gosh. You are incredibly irritating."

"So are you."

"'Cause you won't listen to anyone else's point of view. All I'm saying is it is not clear-cut."

"Look, you either want to be a help here, someone who cares for everybody, no matter how spotty their soul may be, or you are "milady," who gives six of the best to the peasants when we get uppity." He jibs you.

" Uppity? I know you had your past indiscretions, but these were bushrangers who killed three men, one a father." You reply.

" Some people need to thieve in order to eat." Jack sighs.

"And that can lead to death, too." It was getting harder to hold back your tears.

"Have you ever seen anybody dead on the streets from hunger?"

"No!" You agree.

"Have you ever paid for anything you've eaten? Or worn, or lived in?"

"That's a false syllogism." You say turning back toward the cupboard door. Jack runs up behind you.

"Whatever that is, it is not. If you can't see what is happening here, y/n, then you and I have big problems. This puts a wall between us." His arm is across You holding the door shut.

" You climbed it fine when you kissed me in the surgery." You say, a tear escaping down your face. Jack sighs, he knows he has pushed you too far. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"let me go, I should, I wish to leave." You whisper.

"Y/n-"

"I wish to leave."

You do not let any tears fall from your eyes until you reached your bedroom. Where you fling yourself upon your bed and cry until exhausted you fall asleep

*_*_*_*

The sound of Fagin's voice wakes you some time later and you tiptoe along behind him. With your arms crossed you wait at the door as he comes shuffling out of your father's office with a large Hessian bag.

"Stealing like a common thief again?" You say when he spots you.

"Yes, well only what was stolen from us in the first place." He raises his hands towards you in submission.

"Fine, take the lot. I no longer care."

"actually we could do with your help you know. Doc is getting your sister for an operation but you, you might be exactly what we need." His smile unnerved and intrigued you.

"Okay, take me there." You agree.

Belle and Dawkins come down the stairs discussing the procedure they are about to do. You pay them no mind as you step into the carriage.

"you're coming?" Jack asks hopeful.

"To help the people, not you." You say turning yourself away from them.

"Sorry about the pissing, Fagin, I just couldn't... Whoa! Hello, Your Majesty." Flashbang spoke when he saw you and Belle.

"Hello." You reply.

"Is this a criminal conspiracy?" Belle asks

"In a manner of speakin', yes."

"If you're going to the hospital, Belle, I'm coming to see Sneedy." Fanny pushes past Flashbang to get in beside Belle, forcing Jack to sit beside you. Fagin plonks himself on the luggage tray at the back and Flashbang hangs onto the side.

Jack glances at you occasionally, you are sure he wants to talk to you but you keep your eyes turned away only replying to Fanny.

At the hospital you follow them all inside. It's agreed that you'll go to the prof and distract him whilst the others got Red's baby out safely. When you were satisfied that he was deep enough into the second bottle you went up to Red's room. Fagin taking your place. Jack stands at the door.

"How is it going?" You ask keeping a distance from the doctor.

"Well I think, I'm not allowed in." He replies.

"Belle is operating alone?"

"she is more than capable."

"Of course she is, Belle would run rings around any trained man." You sit down beside Tim. "Red is strong, she'll be alright." You comfort him.

Jack watches you talk with the man, how he seems instantly at ease with you. All the people in Port Victory did. You held an air of kindness that spread out to those you spoke to. He had to admit to himself that having you here, speaking with the patients and holding their hands eased them. It made the wards feel lighter, as if death was not hanging over their heads. Taking in a long breath Jack turned back to his work opening the door just enough to call in.

" Nearly... I have it now." Belle says from.inside.

"How is it in there? Do you have the head yet?" He called.

"Now, pull up and out." Jack guides her.

" Just one more cut.* Hetty says as they clamp the umbilical chord, " She's out. Come on, Belle."

" Please breathe." Belle encourages the baby with a rub to its chest. The new born cries and everyone sighs with relief.

" Now stitch her, fascia first." Jack reminds her. "Is Red all right?" Tim pushing his way into the room.

"She's breathing steady, Tim." Belle reassures him, handing the now swaddled infant. With them all in the room you chose to stay out, waiting for Gaines to appear.

They managed to sneak the woman and the baby out of the room and secret her away in Jack's room.

Belle is cleaning away her equipment when Jack walks back in.

"We did it. Hetty and I, we kept them both alive." She smiles.

" In time for your father to hang her." Jack snaps back. Belle is about to argue when the door opens and Aputi and Flash bring a large basket into the room. You follow them in as they place the covered body on the bed.

"Well done."

"No! You're body snatching!" Belle rrmarks.

"Pretty standard in our line of work." Jack comments.

" You can't be serious."

"Belle,This is the only way to save her." You say.

" Clearly pregnant. Very good." Jack says before pulling the sheet back, "Clearly not pregnant. This a man." He chastises them.

" Big Kit's all we had in the deadhouse, Dr. Jack." Aputi explained as they left the room.

"This is madness! It can't work! And it's a capital offence!" Belle snapped

" So is killing a mother before she's even put her own child to her breast." You snap back.

"So, what's more important, milady?"

You are the first to hear Gaines approaching and slip out of the room. Jack follows you closing the door behind him.

"Captain," you pretend to feel sadness. "I fear the mother and baby died on the table. How does one bear this sort of loss, Captain?" You put a hand on his chest, keeping him from moving further. "I have never seen it, but perhaps you were right, darkness cannot birth light I suppose." You say. He nods.

"Yes, lady y/n, it is awful when the innocent are tard by the guilty." He pushes your hand away and attempts to step past you.

"You can't go in. Her body's undressed. For shame. And you, a Godly man. Have you no decency?" You pour every bit of heartache you had into the words.

"I need to see the body." He tells you.

" What are you going to do, Captain? Hang her corpse?" You ask.

" Have the Professor bring me the death certificate." The Captain hisses.

"Dr. Dawkins can sign it."

"No! I would find it much more reliable if the Professor signs it." He walks away. Turning yourself round to Jack you look up at him.

"Thank you." He says.

"I didn't do it for you." You drop your eyes to the ground.

"y/n, I-" you shake your head, "I'll see to the patient." He lets you walk away from him, wishing he hadn't.

Knocking on the door you step into the room, Red sat on the small bed by the window.

"How are you?" You ask.

"Better now. You know you are nothing like the rest of your family. There's a little crime in you." Red said with a chuckle, "would you like to hold her?"

You nod and come forward, sitting on the end of the bed. You take the bundle into your arms and rock her.

"She's beautiful." You say a wide smile on your face.

"it's suits you." Tim states.

"What is it, why didn't you follow society? Why ain't you married?" Red asked.

"oh, I.... I'm not well. I wouldn't make a man a widower or a child and orphan." You reply, keeping your eyes on the sleeping baby.

"Sorry." Red whispered. Not long after Fagin arrived and then Jack. At first you wanted to leave but you stayed at Tim's request. Jack poured you all a small glass of Fagin's stolen liqueur.

When at last Belle was done with her cleaning she came up to find you. Not wanting to speak to her you simply walked alongside to the carriage.

At home again you sat in your bed the blankets over knees when Belle and Fanny came giggling into her room. Belle climbed into the bed beside you and Fanny dropped her head to your lap.

"I shared my first kiss." She said looking UK at you.

"With Sneed?" You asked.

" And did you enjoy it?" Belle cuddled closer. "Mixed. At first, it was lovely. But then I think I hurt him rather badly. He was quite angry, actually." She screwed up her face.

"Someone'll sweep you off your feet when you least expect it in the most inconvenient of moments." You say brushing back her hair and stroking her face with the back of your hand.

" I had a thought." She said, flipping herself onto her stomach, "Considering your health, perhaps you and Dr. Dawkins could have a long, happily unconsummated love affair until he walks off, desolate, into the windswept moors..." she all but sings her fantasy, you feel a pang of gult.

"We don't have moors here." Belle reminded her.

"But yes, that is a nice thought." You agree. Your sisters cuddle into you and you all giggle over the day until your mother commands you all to bed.

*_*_*_*_*

Fagin and Dawkins sat at a table in the tavern, Rotty poured them both a drink I to the metal tankards.

"So, our old Cheekybones did well." Fagin grins. "Yeah. She did, didn't she?"

"And her sister, the older one, she is a boone, still, it's not really their world, is it? And you've got to remember, Dodge, theirs isn't yours." He reminded the younger man. Jack played with his cup and turned to the window. His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the nicest sight he had seen in days. Without saying a word to his companion, Jack walked outside.

"Milady. I must warn you I am a little bit drunk. In fact, I am approaching strutting pigeon."

You smile from below your cape, dropping the hood down. Reaching out you take the cup from his hand and swallow down the liquid.

" So am I, now." You smile, "The crime, it's not just for survival. You actually love it." You say.

"The worst parts of me do." Jack admits.

"well, I cannot say I did not enjoy getting one over on Gaines." You admit. Jack laughs.

" It's hopeless, isn't it?" You take a step toward him.

"Oh, yes. We are completely unsuited." He agrees matching your movement.

"We should really never see each other socially." You offer up words you don't believe.

"No, that wouldn't be right." He said moving close enough to slide his hand around your waist. Crashing his lips to yours. Your heart fluttered in your chest. You spin him round so his back hits the wall.

" Holy hell, we're in trouble." You whisper.

"So much trouble." Jack he replies placing his lips to yours and you feel all your resolve disappearing.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." Jack speaks between kisses.

Everything had changed in that few seconds. Your life would never be the same.

Episode seven

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Shopping Trip (Lego Monkie Kid fanfic)

Summary: The majority of the gang goes shopping. Then Wukong and Macaque play video games.

Warnings: Brief threats, Wukong and Macaque have issues to work through (they're also very dumb about the fact they love each other), swearing

Word count: 6,072

Author's notes: This would NOT leave me alone so here fandom, take the gays residing in my brain for the last two days. Sandy isn't here because I had no idea what he'd be doing. This is 90% indulgent Shadowpeach content for myself but hey, that's something. This is set post Emperor's Wrath. Enjoy.

“Hey, Monkey King, why d'you always wear your fancy robes?” MK questioned after the three of them took a break from training.

Macaque stifled a laugh, looking over at Wukong and revelling in the confusion on his face.

“What do you mean?” Wukong asked around a mouthful of peach flavoured crisps, crunching noisily on them.

MK shrugged and gestured. “You and Macaque always wear your fancy clothes whenever you come and just hang out with us, you can't be comfortable in it.”

“Look, kid, I hate to break it to you but we don't actually own any other clothes,” Macaque replied.

“I can make some though!” Wukong exclaimed, one hand already reaching to yank hair out of his head.

MK and Macaque rushed to stop him, the former tackling his hand still holding the bag of crisps, while the latter reached through a shadow portal to grab his wrist.

“Quit it Wukong, you already eat enough of your hair as it is, no point in you wearing it as well,” Macaque said with an eye roll.

MK’s eyes went round as saucers. “Please tell me that those crisps aren't hair.”

Wukong averted his gaze with a nervous laugh. “Whaaaaat? No, pfft, I'm not that- er-”

“Monkey King! You promised to start eating proper food!” MK whined, poking him in the cheek.

Wukong sighed. “Yeah yeah, I am, kid, I promise, now can I have my arms back?”

Macaque glared at him over MK's head, getting a returning glare.

MK gasped and jumped up, waving his arms wildly. “Oh my gosh, I know just what we should do?”

“Yuh-huh and what's that?” Wukong asked.

“Mei keeps telling me about this super cool new shopping centre that opened up the other week!” MK explained. “What if we all had a day out there and you guys can pick out some comfy clothes for hanging out with us?!”

Macaque shook his head. “Look, kid, I appreciate it but-”

He went silent as something yanked his tail, head whipping around to catch another tail quickly retreating to Wukong's side.

Oh that little-

“It's an amazing idea!” Wukong replied with a grin. “Let us know when you want to do it and we'll be there.”

“Funny how you now speak for both of us,” Macaque muttered, opening up a shadow portal beside him and reaching through to yank Wukong's tail.

The king turned to glare at the warrior, Macaque shooting him a shit-eating grin in return.

“Okay! I'm gonna go, I'm working this evening but I'll see you guys for training again tomorrow!” MK said before beginning to run back down the mountain. “Thanks again for the training!”

A beat went by before the two of them turned to each other.

“You know you could be more supportive of the kid,” Wukong snapped.

“Me? Really? Last I checked you were the one who abandoned his training!” Macaque argued, standing up. “Because that's what you always do isn't it? The great Sun-Wukong who always puts himself first.”

Wukong's jaw clenched, tail lashing behind him, and for a moment it seemed like they were going to fight again.

Then the king's shoulders heaved and his posture slouched. “Can we not do this right now?”

Macaque rolled his shoulders, the joints clicking slightly. “Running off again?”

“Can you stop?!” Wukong shouted. “I don't know what you want from me but you're not gonna get a rise. I'm done with this - with you always trying to bait me into another fight. I have people to look out for now.”

Macaque scoffed. “You can't tell me you actually care about the kid.”

“Bold words from someone who also cares about him,” Wukong retorted and Macaque's fur bristled. “Oh yeah, don't think I haven't noticed. While I was off doing very important things, you kept showing back up. Some part of you does actually care about MK, be honest.”

“Nope, doesn't sound like me,” Macaque stated, tail tapping against the ground twice as he opened up a shadow portal. “See you around, Monkey King.”

Wukong dashed forward, one arm outstretched. “No, wait, Macaque-”

The darkness surrounding him.

Silence.

Well, it wasn't quite silent, it sounded like everything was muffled and underwater.

Macaque took a deep breath, artificial air expanding his lungs.

Wukong was still there although it was like seeing him through murky glass, thumping a fist against the shadows on the ground before giving up and walking away.

Macaque floated in the inky expanse, debating on whether or not to return to his dojo before deciding that he would just stay here for now.

It was peaceful.

It was everything that outside wasn't.

~•~

“Hey boi!” Mei cheered, tackling MK into a hug before waving at Wukong. “Heya Monkey King!”

“Hey,” Wukong waved, pulling his loaned hoodie further over his head. “Hey bud, you sure that no one's gonna recognise me in this?”

“I dunno honestly but if not you can transform, right?” MK argued.

“Fair point.”

“I still do not understand why I have to be here,” Red Son complained, foot tapping impatiently. “If we are all here then can we go already?”

“No, sorry, we're still waiting on someone else,” Tang answered.

“Who else are we waiting for?” Wukong questioned. “The pig guy?”

Tang adjusted his scarf. “Oh no, Pigsy is at that food stall over there shouting at the chef because he sold us half baked churros while we were waiting.” He paused. “Speaking of, I'm going to go stop Pigsy before he ends up in too much trouble.”

“Literally who else would MK invite?” Wukong's eyes narrowed in confusion. “I don't even understand why Red Son is here.”

“Hey!”

“I swear if you invited Nezha then this is going to be the most boring shopping trip ever.”

“Ugh, I wish he'd invited Nezha, then I'd have someone else to make fun of you with.”

Wukong spun around with a curse, glaring at their final arrival, who hadn't even bothered with a disguise.

“Great, just great.”

Macaque shrugged. “Hey, I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be here. Only reason I'm tagging along is that I was planning to grab some food anyway.”

“But we're meant to be clothes shopping,” Mei interrupted, eyes watery as she stared up at the warrior.

“Yeah Macaque, you promised,” MK added, also staring up with large eyes.

“Look kid I didn't-” The warrior paused and sighed. “Fine, I'll buy some clothes. But I'm picking what I get, not you guys.”

The two of them let out a cheer and rushed back over to Red Son, beginning to drag him in the direction of a shop.

“I cannot believe that I'm gonna have to put up with you today,” Wukong groaned as the two of them set off after the trio.

“Hey, you're the one who volunteered me for this so if there's anyone to blame it's yourself,” Macaque responded.

Mei and MK had seemed to immediately start piling clothes into their arms, occasionally thrusting some pieces into Red Son's arms.

Wukong stumbled backwards slightly when MK seemed to just appear in front of him, holding up two pairs of pyjamas. “Hey Monkey King! Should we get these matching Monkey King™ pyjamas?”

“Hey kiddo, I'm wearing a disguise for a reason so maybe keep your voice down,” Wukong chuckled. “But yeah, absolutely.”

The king turned to glare at Macaque when the warrior snickered.

“Something funny?”

“No, it's nothing,” Macaque lied, one hand coming up to try and cover the smile on his face.

Wukong let out a loud, over-dramatic gasp. “Are you making fun of my bond with my apprentice? Are you making fun of our super duper cool friendship?”

“No,” Macaque sputtered, trying to get his laughter under control.

Wukong leaned in, poking him in the face. “You are! How could you?”

Macaque stopped trying to contain his laughter at the theatrics, golden eyes screwing up tight as he nearly doubled over.

Wukong's smile wavered as his gaze flitted across the warrior's face.

He knew realistically why Macaque would cover up his eye.

Seeing his unmarred face and having these moments made it almost seem like nothing had ever gone wrong between them.

When Macaque straightened up again he shot Wukong a quick glance, accompanied with a shy smile before returning his attention to the shop in front of them. “C'mon then, no point standing around all day. Gotta find you something to wear other than pyjamas.”

“Yeah and we've gotta find you anything to wear,” Wukong teased. “What do you even wear? Like, leather jacket and grunge aesthetic boots.”

“How the fuck do you know what an aesthetic is?” Macaque swore, turning back to face him.

The king shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “What can I say, I guess I'm just cool like the kids are.”

The warrior snorted. “Yeah right, the day that you're cool is the day I haven't died before.”

A silence fell between them at that comment and something flickered over Macaque's features.

Wukong reached out to him before the shadow slipped away from him, walking over to a rack of darkly coloured clothes.

There was so much they still needed to talk about.

Macaque flicked through the different hanging articles before smirking. “So, what about the fact that Red Son has a crush on either MK or Mei?”

“Wait, what?” Wukong spluttered.

“When the three of them were together back there, Red Son was blushing and stuff. Can't tell which of them is making him fall for them but I'm not actually that surprised.”

Wukong stood stock still for a moment, doing a mental reboot while Macaque moved on.

“Wait, no, hold on you little shit, are you for real?” Wukong questioned.

Macaque nodded. “When we catch up to them, just watch. I wouldn't lie, would I?”

“I dunno, seems like you lie a lot.” Wukong narrowed his eyes dubiously.

“Well, I'm not lying about that.”

They wandered for a little longer before managing to catch up with the trio.

Okay, Wukong had to hand it to Macaque, Red Son did seem to be blushing.

“Hey, Monkey King, you made it! We lost you back there!” MK cheered before turning back to Mei. “Ooh, Mei, do you still have the thing we picked out for Macaque?”

“Kid I don't-”

“Found it!” Mei announced, holding up the black mesh shirt.

Macaque's gaze dragged over it before extending a hand. “Okay, I'll try it on.”

Wukong did a double take. “You like mesh?”

“Haven't tried it before but it looks cool enough. If I can get something to go over it then I'd probably like it.”

Red Son held up a black sleeveless turtleneck shirt from the pile in his arms. “Something like this?”

Macaque shifted the first shirt in his grip before reaching out for the other. “Sounds good.”

“Oh and there are some dark coloured jeans by the changing rooms, wanna grab a pair of those?” MK offered.

“Mhm.”

Wukong trailed behind the bunch of them, briefly wondering where Tang and Pigsy had gotten to.

Him and MK plopped down onto a bench just outside the changing rooms, MK's stack of clothes beside him.

“I'm gonna try them on after the others have tried theirs,” MK explained. “Wait a minute, why don't you have anything Monkey King?”

“Um, well, I just didn't see anything I liked all that much, bud,” Wukong lied.

“Oh okay.”

The boy got out his phone, playing some obnoxiously loud game while they waited for the others to get changed.

“Okay, we're done!” Mei called after a while.

“Come out then!” MK shouted back, shutting his phone off and putting it back in his pocket.

“Macaque, you coming?”

“Nope.”

“Aw, come on, pretty please? You look great!”

“...Fine.”

Mei stepped out, practically dragging Red Son and Macaque with her.

And wow, Macaque actually looked kind of good.

The clothes actually suited him.

The warrior wrenched Mei's iron grip off his arm before grumpily crossing his arms over his chest.

“Woah, you guys look awesome!” MK gasped, clapping his hands together.

Macaque rolled his eyes and frowned when he looked over at Wukong. “Quit staring, Wukong, don't you know it's impolite?”

Wukong smirked. “Thought you said I was impolite.”

“Yeah, I know that you are. Doesn't mean you have to give me more reasons for it,” the warrior complained before looking over at Mei. “Hey, can we wrap this up and buy this stuff already?”

“Nu-uh, we've still got loads of outfits to try on! You and Monkey King can wait here while we finish checking all these sick clothes out,” Mei replied.

Macaque grumbled something under his breath before going back to the changing room.

Three pairs of eyes turned to Wukong. “He's just always kinda cranky, trust me.”

“I heard that!”

~•~

“Ugh, how much sugar did you even put in that thing?” Macaque asked, nose wrinkling with disgust at the sweet scent coming off of Wukong's drink.

Wukong moved the glass away from his face, a bit of cream smeared on his nose. “Um, I dunno. It has chocolate, ice cream, sprinkles, some more chocolate, some normal cream, some kinda sweet milk, caramel-”

Macaque reached out and grabbed the drink out of his hand while he was distracted listing ingredients, holding it out of his reach. “You are going to clog an artery if you have that much sugar.”

Wukong pouted. “Macaque! Gimme back my drink!”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal under his hand, hovering the drink just above it. “You aren't going to have all of it to yourself or you will die.”

“I'm immortal, I can't die,” Wukong retorted.

Oh yeah.

“You aren't going to have it all to yourself or I'll steal all the wine you're hiding at your place.”

Wukong's eyes went wide and he leaned across Macaque, desperately attempting to grab it. “No! No! Fine, I'll share! Just gimme the drink!”

Macaque dropped the drink through the shadow portal, watching as Wukong's face fell.

As the king turned back to the table the warrior opened a portal again, depositing the drink - now with two straws - back in front of him.

“Come on, if you're going to clog an artery then I might as well do it with you.”

Wukong shot him a quick glare but moved the glass so it was between them.

Red Son slid back into their booth. “They're still ordering but wanted me to say they'll be back soon.”

Macaque glanced over to the counter where Mei and MK seemed to be arguing over the menu of sweet treats.

“May I ask a question?” Red Son asked.

“You just did,” Wukong teased.

The boy rolled his eyes. “May I ask another question after the one I am asking at this moment?”

“Mmmmkay.”

Macaque lowered his head to take a sip of the drink, throat burning at how sickly sweet it was.

He'd never understand how Wukong could stomach these things.

“Are you two in a relationship?”

Macaque choked on his drink and Wukong hit him on the back a few times while replying.

“No, never! Me? With him? Tch, as if! He's so- him! And I'm so me!” The king answered.

Macaque gulped in a lungful of air after recovering. “This is the one time we agree on something and it's that we are not a thing. I hate him, he makes me feel like my skin is on the outside and my fur is on the inside. I'd rather have my heart served up on a platter to the Lady Bone Demon than go out with him.”

“Ew, did you have to be so graphic?” Wukong complained. “You're gonna put me off my drink.”

“Good. It tastes like shit.”

“Because you have no tastes.”

“I do have tastes. Anyway, you seemed to conveniently leave out the fact that this drink is peach flavoured.”

Wukong shrugged and smiled. “It's my favourite.”

“You sure you didn't make this out of your hair?” Macaque questioned, lip curling in disgust.

Red Son huffed. “No, I paid for his drink. And there's no need for you two to be so defensive.”

“We're back!” MK announced, flopping down against Red Son's side. “What did we miss?”

“Ah, yes, you are back,” Red Son flustered.

Macaque and Wukong shared a look.

So that's who Red Son liked then.

“Duh, that's what I just said,” MK laughed.

“We ordered every dessert they had!” Mei announced.

“Oh no,” Macaque whispered.

“Oh yes,” Wukong purred, eyes lighting up. “Desserts for everyone!”

The warrior dropped his head to rest against the table, grimacing at how sticky it seemed to be. “Why did I ever let myself be dragged along here?”

“Because you're our friend!” MK said.

“Greeaaaat.”

~•~

“Omg, these stationary sets are so naturecore, I have to have them for my aesthetics blog,” Mei gasped.

Wukong nudged Macaque to grab his attention before whispering. “Hey, d'you have any idea what that means?”

“No idea,” Macaque admitted. “As established earlier, I know aesthetic but that's about it.” The warrior smirked. “Aren't you the one who's ‘cool like the kids are’?”

“Shuddup,” Wukong laughed.

Macaque's tail flicked up to hit him in the back of the head before looking around. “So, we kinda lost Pigsy and Tang at the start.”

“Yeah, it'll be fine,” the king replied calmly, waving it off.

“Maybe for you. I for one would like to not be on kid sitting duty for the next decade.”

“It's only been two hours,” Wukong stated, snickering at the defeated groan Macaque let out. “What's wrong? Too old to keep up?”

“Wha- no,” Macaque denied sourly before continuing. “My feet hurt though. I'm not used to walking around this much. Usually I just use my shadows to get places.”

Wukong sighed before holding out his arms.

The warrior stared blankly at him.

“Climb on, I'll carry you,” the king offered.

Macaque immediately began to walk away from him. “Nope, nu-uh, never happening, find someone else prince fucking charming.”

“Come on Macaque, your pride won't be that wounded if you let yourself take a break,” Wukong whined, following him.

The shadow’s tail lashed behind him as he walked through the aisles of the shop, trying to catch up to wherever the other three had run off to. “I'll take a break when I get home later. Feet being sore isn't the worst thing I've had to deal with.”

Unspoken words hung between them and Wukong followed Macaque silently until they reached the trio, staring at row upon row of cards.

“Hey guys, whatcha looking at?” Wukong inquired, propping his head on MK's shoulder.

“We're helping Mei pick out a card for her dad's birthday,” MK explained.

“You could make one,” Red Son added. “Although didn't you say it's tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Mei groaned. “I was so busy helping MK train that I forgot.”

“You forgor,” MK said.

“I forgor,” Mei affirmed.

Wukong straightened back up, whispering. “What language is this?”

“No idea,” Macaque said.

“No idea what?” Mei asked.

“Nothing.”

“‘kay.”

Wukong smiled at Macaque.

The shadow returned it with a small quirk of his mouth.

It wasn't much but it was better than it had been.

~•~

“That's it, I am not being dragged into a spa, I'm calling Pigsy,” Macaque said, digging his phone out his pocket.

“You have Pigsy's number?” Wukong asked beside him before continuing. “You have a phone?”

“Yeah, and?” Macaque tapped onto his contacts. “Got Pigsy's number after the kid crashed out at my place one time. Also he makes good noodles.”

“I know right?” Wukong agreed, mouth practically watering.

“Hello! Pigsy's Noodles, how can I-”

“Cut the crap Pigsy, your kids are trying to drag me into a spa and I know that you and Tang are still somewhere in this shopping centre.”

“Oh fuc- okay, where are you guys, I'll come and get ‘em,” Pigsy sighed.

“Seventh floor, top right corner, next to the arcade place.”

“Wait, there's an arcade place next door and they chose to go to the spa instead?” Tang questioned.

“Red Son is trying to convince us all to get princess pamper sessions before we get wrecked and lose all our money to useless games,” Macaque explained.

“That'd do it. We'll be there in a few.”

Macaque hung up, quirking an eyebrow at Wukong's sad expression. “What do you want now?”

“You're gonna ruin their fun,” Wukong complained, gesturing at where the three others were currently crashed out on a bench.

“No, I'm just getting us the rest of the evening off,” Macaque argued.

When Wukong still looked upset he sighed.

“If I play your shitty game this evening will that make it up to you?”

Wukong brightened up. “Yes! Although it isn't shitty, take that back.”

“Maybe. Depends on how good your game is.”

Macaque looked over at the trio. “Hey, Red Son, a word.”

The boy seemed sheepish as he walked over, a sharp contrast to his usual confident demeanour. “Yes?”

“You break MK’s heart and I'll break all your bones,” Macaque snarled quietly.

“Okay so you're just coming out with it,” Wukong muttered.

“P-pardon?” Red Son stuttered, hair letting off embers.

“You aren't subtle. So you heard me. If you break his heart, I will break all your bones.”

Red Son swallowed thickly. “Y-yes sir.”

“Good.”

MK walked up beside them. “What're you guys talking about?”

“We were just saying goodbye,” Wukong supplied, somehow having come up with a good excuse for once in his long life.

“Oh cool. I'm sleeping around Red Son's tonight so won't be able to make it to training tomorrow, is that okay?” MK said.

Macaque subtly shot Red Son a glare while he replied to MK. “That's fine, see you in a few days kid.”

The warrior opened up a shadow underneath himself and the king.

“No, no, no, no, no, not the shadow portal!”

~•~

“Ugh, I think I'm gonna throw up,” Wukong complained as he dropped out of the shadow portal.

“Too bad, you fly your cloud recklessly and the shadows are quicker,” Macaque replied, dropping down beside him before opening up their shared bag of shopping purchases and grabbing out a handful of clothes. “I'm gonna get changed then I'm ordering actual food for dinner.”

“But my way is cheaper!”

“Yeah, and it'll have you hacking up furballs until your eventual death, Wukong,” Macaque snorted, shutting himself into the bathroom.

Wukong rooted around in the bag and grabbed out one of the plain shirts he'd picked out, slipping off his robes and putting on the black t-shirt before grabbing a pair of loose blue jeans out of the bag.

The king settled down on the sofa, aimlessly flicking through channels on his TV until his tail brushed against someone else.

Wukong lifted his head up, staring at Macaque.

The warrior practically had a halo of light around his head from the setting sun behind him, a sliver of yellow fabric visible under his dark hoodie.

“Hey. You up for burning off some energy?” Macaque proposed and Wukong was in his feet within seconds.

“We haven't fought in ages,” Wukong sceptically tested.

Macaque shrugged. “Nothing serious. But I need to stretch out my limbs and test how flexible I am in these clothes.”

Wukong dragged his eyes up and down Macaque. “Mhm, because ripped jeans are gonna be sooo easy to move around in. Prepare to be beat.”

Macaque smirked, sweeping out one leg and knocking Wukong off balance.

“H-hey! No fair!” Wukong growled, reaching up and tugging Macaque down with the edge of his hoodie.

The warrior let out a squeak, collapsing down beside the king before going still.

“Oh shit. Macaque? You good, bud?” Wukong questioned, moving closer.

Macaque spun around, hands catching Wukong's and pinning them against the floor. “I cannot believe you just fell for that.”

“Yeah, well, it's been years since you played that card while we've fought,” Wukong argued, one leg kicking out and into Macaque's stomach.

The warrior's grip on his hands loosened, allowing the king to flip the two of them over as he hovered over him.

His hands closed around Macaque's, mimicking the move just used on him.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” Wukong challenged.

Macaque just laughed and rolled his eyes, opening up a shadow portal underneath himself.

Wukong pulled back, watching as the other sank into the floor and disappeared before a weight crashed down on his back.

“Fuck! Macaque!”

“Got you now,” Macaque taunted, the two of them rolling back and forth until Macaque pinned Wukong down.

The warrior was just shy of sitting on him, chest heaving as he breathed.

Wukong sighed. “Yeah, alright Mac, you win, now get off of me.”

The shadow paused, golden eyes staring at him.

“What?” Wukong inquired.

“You haven't called me Mac since- since before,” Macaque stated, his grip on Wukong's hands loosening.

Orange and pink hues of light shone off of his dark fur.

It was beautiful.

He was beautiful.

“No, no I guess not,” Wukong murmured.

Macaque rolled onto the floor beside him, both of them staring up at the ceiling.

“So, if Red Son does break MK's heart we are absolutely going to ruin his life, right?” Macaque questioned.

Wukong rolled onto his side, staring at Macaque.

Tufts of dark hair stuck up in different directions, framing his face.

The king reached out with a hand before hesitating when the warrior flinched, eyes closing.

A long moment passed, before Macaque quickly got up, with a mumbled sentence. “I'm going to order dinner.”

“Yeah, okay,” Wukong responded, mentally kicking himself.

Of course Macaque still didn't trust him, why should he?

After everything Wukong had done, he had no reason to.

“Hey, Wukong, how many portions should I order you?” Macaque asked, one hand muffling the bottom of his phone.

“Three, if that's okay,” Wukong answered.

Macaque nodded before continuing to quietly speak to whoever was on the other end of the line.

Wukong walked back over to the sofa, sitting down and trying to avoid looking at his friend.

Huh.

When had he started thinking of Macaque as a friend again?

The other side of the sofa dipped as weight settled down on it.

“I'm sorry for flinching,” Macaque whispered. “Really going against my therapy goals.”

Wukong blinked before looking over at him. “You go to therapy?”

Macaque's tail wrapped across his chest, curling over his opposite shoulder. “Well, I'm trying. Kind of hard though when most therapists are mortal and I have issues with opening up about things from my past.”

The shadow let out a deep breath before slowly relaxing against the king's side. “Is… is this okay?”

“Yeah, no, of course,” Wukong flustered a bit, shifting so that Macaque would be more comfortable.

Wukong turned so his back was resting against the arm of the sofa, one arm circling around Macaque's waist.

The warrior tensed under his touch slightly before relaxing back against him, pillowing his head on the king's chest. “You sure you're okay with this?”

“Geez Mac, I'm fine,” Wukong responded. “Are we gonna start playing my game now or d'you want to wait until after dinner?”

“After dinner. I want to get some rest in,” Macaque sighed, opening up a shadow portal over the top half of his head. “I'll wake up when the food gets delivered, I'll hear it. You should get some rest too.”

“Yeah alright. You get some rest.”

“Thanks Wukong.”

“No problem bud.”

~•~

Macaque's ear flicked inside the portal as footsteps ran up to the door of his dojo.

“Hold on,” he murmured to Wukong, unsure whether his friend was even awake before sitting up and slipping his upper body through the shadow portal.

“Knock knock!” The delivery boy shouted as Macaque reached over to open the door.

MK grinned and held up the couple of bags in his arms. “Hey Macaque! This is more than you usually order.”

“Yeah, well, I've got company,” Macaque said evasively.

“Is it Monkey King?”

“Nah, I have other friends,” Macaque lied, reaching out with one hand for the bags. “Aren’t you meant to be staying around Red Son's?”

“Yeah, I'm headed there after this,” MK explained.

“Have a good sleepover, kid.”

“You too Macaque!”

“No, kid, I'm not having a-”

“Bye Macaque!”

The shadow sighed, shutting and locking his door before slipping back through the portal to Wukong's house.

The king was still passed out on the sofa, snoring at an obnoxious volume.

Or perhaps it was actually quiet, and Macaque's sensitive hearing was getting to him more than usual.

“Hey, wake up.”

Wukong blinked awake, sitting up before his mouth watered at the sight of the takeaway bags. “Oh yes.”

Macaque rolled his eyes but passed over the three portions Wukong had asked for. “You know, if you keep eating that many portions then you're going to get fat.”

Wukong let out an offended gasp before shovelling some of the noodles into his open mouth. “No I'm not.”

“You are,” Macaque replied, teasingly poking him on the stomach. “See? Round.”

“It's cushioning. For when I may somehow end up on the floor,” Wukong explained.

“Because I beat you up,” Macaque snickered, opening up his own meal while Wukong began to dig into his second.

“Shuddup.”

“Make me,” Macaque challenged, tail lashing behind him.

Wukong's golden gaze flitted across him before he went back to his meal.

“That's what I thought.”

After they'd finished their meal, Macaque let out a sigh. “Alright then, put on your crappy game.”

“It's not crappy!” Wukong protested, already digging through the piles of DVDs in front of his TV. “Alright, found it. Get ready for the best game you'll ever play.”

“I highly doubt it,” Macaque mumbled, nearly dropping the headset and controller thrown haphazardly in his general direction.

“What was that?”

“I said ‘I highly doubt it’,” Macaque deadpanned. “This won't be anywhere near as good as my game.”

“You have a game?” Wukong laughed, plopping back down on the sofa beside him. “Okay, that I have to play after you're done with this.”

Macaque let out a grumble but adjusted the headset before putting it on, slouching against Wukong's side as the game registered him in.

An avatar looking surprisingly like him loaded in on a dirt path, a chicken running out of a bush in front of him before glitching and dying.

“Wow. What a surprise, I was right, this game sucks,” Macaque huffed.

The king's tail flicked up to curl around the warrior's arm. “Aww, c'mon Mac, give it a chance at least.”

Macaque sighed but began to walk his character along the path, stopped only a second later as another character spawned in front of him.

“Welcome traveller, on your journey to the west!” The Monkey King greeted.

The background image switched so the character was pointing at himself. “As the Great Sage equal to Heaven, you couldn't ask for a better tutor.” The screen switched back to the first picture of him. “On your journey, you will learn to smite powerful enemies.”

God this was boring.

“After you complete the tutorials, you will learn how to access your hidden potential.”

Ugh, good, back to the overworld.

Now if he could just-

“Defeat each opponent to work your way up to the final boss, the Rhino King,” Monkey King said.

“Couldn't afford the rights for Demon Bull King?” Macaque joked, elbowing Wukong in the side.

“Nah, just seemed boring seeing as I already beat him.”

“Here are seventy two combos-”

Skip.

“Pay attention-”

Skip.

“Make many friends along the way,” Monkey King advised and Macaque tore off his headset.

“What the fuck is that background art?!” The shadow screamed.

The king grinned. “Flattering, right? You would not believe how quickly the game sold out.”

“That's atrocious!” Macaque shouted, hitting him on the head before putting the headset back on.

Yeah, no, he was skipping through all of this.

Eventually it let him go and unlock abilities.

“Hey, these are all passive,” Macaque pointed out.

“Just give it a moment,” Wukong instructed.

The monk on the screen sighed before it flicked to a different ability menu.

Macaque's eyes roved over the screen before he took off the headset.

“Really?”

“What?”

“A fucking muscle bro version of yourself in just pants taking up half the screen?” Macaque growled because it was very obvious why he was pissed.

Wukong smirked. “What? I think it's a good view.”

“Self obsessed asshole,” Macaque grumbled, trying to just focus on buying a couple of different attacks before giving up and handing the game controller and headset over to Wukong. “No, I can't do this, this is just something for you to admire yourself.”

“Fiiiiine,” Wukong groaned. “But I want to play your game now.”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal, sticking his arm in and rooting around. “Seriously though Wukong, are you trying to seduce the player or something?”

Wukong grinned slyly at him. “Are you saying I'm hot?”

Macaque's face screwed up. “...No.”

“That's it, the Six-eared Macaque thinks I'm hot!” Wukong shouted before getting up and racing to the entrance of his house and cupping his hands around his mouth. “The Six-eared Macaque thinks that Sun-Wukong, Great Sage equal to Heaven, is hot!”

“Shut up,” Macaque said, withdrawing his hand and tossing the game case to Wukong as he walked back over.

“It looks like it was made by a five year old mortal,” Wukong giggled but put the disc in anyway.

When the king settled back down on the sofa, the warrior stretched out, laying his upper body across his friend's lap.

“And what do you think you're doing?” Wukong questioned before slipping the headset on.

“Making myself comfy.”

“Yeah yeah, I'm gonna beat this game in minutes.”

A moment passed as the game loaded.

“Why does everything look like a crappy anime?” Wukong inquired.

“Fuck you.”

~•~

“This is the fourth time I've done this encounter and I still haven't beaten it!” Wukong whined, throwing the controller across the room.

“Aww, too hard for you?” Macaque teased, not even cracking open an eye.

“Pfft, n-no!” Wukong floundered, taking off the headset and putting it on the floor. “I'm just going to take a break.”

“Sure you are,” Macaque snorted, opening his eyes a sliver.

Wukong stared, stock still, not sure if Macaque had realised that the glamour over his eye was down.

The scar over that side of his face was still hidden, but mismatching gold and milk coloured eyes fixed a tired gaze on him.

“Staring is rude,” Macaque murmured.

Wukong blinked, looking away. “Yeah, sorry.”

Macaque sat up, stretching with a yawn, hoodie riding up his sides slightly and exposing the yellow shirt he had on underneath.

It was surprisingly nice to see Macaque in bright colours.

Wukong reached out a hand to skim over the dark fur that stuck up on one side of his head, smiling softly when Macaque didn't flinch away.

“Hey, are your ears okay?” Wukong suddenly asked.

Macaque turned to face him, eyes back to their glamoured gold again. “Huh?”

“Well we were at a pretty busy place for most of today so I was wondering whether it was hard on your ears.”

Macaque seemed to blush. “Oh, no, they're all okay.”

The king's hand dropped to skim closer to where another two pairs of ears had to be hidden on the warrior. “Can I see them again?”

Macaque's eyes went wide and Wukong quickly withdrew his hand. “I'm sorry, you don't have to-”

The glamours dropped.

Wukong couldn't help but stare at the hues of colour on Macaque's ears, having nearly forgotten them over the centuries.

But there they were again, still with such resplendent glory.

Moonlight shone through the window, catching the back of Macaque's face with rays of light that made him shine.

“Rude to stare,” Macaque repeated, seeming to curl in on himself slightly.

“You're beautiful,” Wukong murmured, trying to ingrain this in his memory.

Maybe then he would have something to keep when they eventually fought again.

And just like that the glamours were back up, hiding Macaque's appearance behind a facade.

“I- I should go,” Macaque stammered, standing up and conjuring a portal in the floor.

“No, Mac, wait, I'm sorry-”

Too late.

His warrior was gone again, leaving him alone again.

Wukong sighed and dropped his head against the back of the sofa. “Idiot.”

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