#Poor Ei can't ride a car

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I just had the best dream how Ei and Miko were riding a car and Ei was so bad at it, Miko only chuckling at Ei how bad she is

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vespertine: evening blooms 1 - nishinoya yuu/cat hybrid!reader

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A/N: ow my wrists but happy noya week! I slightly changed the title to flow a bit better and updated chapter numbers to reflect the prologue chapter being a prologue. if you're in the path of the hurricane I hope you're safe!

Summary: Yuu gets the alley cat treated.

Warnings: blanket series warnings, implied medical abuse/forced sterilization, nonsexual nudity

Words: 2300+

one: veterinarians

"You know I don't specialize in hybrids, right?" Kaede breathes, exasperated, over the phone. "I treat animals. Like, cats. Dogs. The rare iguana. A tarantula that one time. Nothing resembling a human or a hybrid."

"I know! But, listen—it—she?—the hybrid—is hurt. I can't just leave it to bleed out in the alley. Mama Kitty and her babies live there. Don't you have, like, coworkers who specialize in hybrids?"

She sighs. "I know one hybrid specialist in Tokyo. I'll give him a call, but, listen, he might not answer if he sees it's me. If he doesn't, you're on your own. Give me a sec."

There's silence on the other line. Noya paces his bedroom nervously, eying you propped up in the corner. You're just sitting there, catatonic except for the shivering, the way you refuse to let your eyes leave him. He stops at the closet, determines to find something else for you to wear that's not an ill-fitting hospital gown. If Kaede manages to get her colleague to help out, he's gonna need to get you on the bike somehow, and you don't exactly seem fit to cling to him for however long that ride will be. He's already checked that Mei took the car, so…

Fuck it. He finds one of his looser shirts and a pair of shorts to dress you up in and starts digging through his closet for his harness. He'd bought it as a joke when Mei was too much of a baby to ride with him, but if he's still got it, he can't imagine how strapping you to him would hurt. At least, not worse than whatever the fuck happened to you.

Like magic, Kaede clicks back onto the line.

"Alright, listen," she says, voice clipped. "I've got him on the line. You still there?"

"Yeah," he says as he crouches in front of you. "We're still here."

"Cool. I'm putting him through, and then I'm going to bed. That cool?"

"Yeah, of course. Sorry for waking you up."

"No problem. Can't say you did the wrong thing, just…"

"And Nee-san?"

"Mm?"

"Thanks."

Silence. There's a click, and then a stranger's voice filters through his phone speakers.

"Alright, what's going on?"

~

Kaede's hybrid specialist is more than helpful. Texts him the address to go to, advises him on how to protect your ears and tail on the ride if he absolutely has to put you on his bike to get there. Hirugami says he'll be at the vet's in 20 and when he checks the address, Noya finds it's only ten minutes away.

The hard part, in those twenty minutes, is getting you dressed. He looks you in the eye nervously as he sets the phone aside. It'll be uncomfortable, but you're not in much state to change yourself, and there's no way he has you wearing a thin tissue hospital gown on the back of a motorcycle. Honestly, the clothes he picked out for you are also ill-advised for riding, but he figures riding clothes would only bother the wound on your stomach, poor bandaging job or no.

But… you're pliant when he reaches for you. You don't shy away from his hand, though you also don't look away from it. "Listen, I'm going to take you to someone who can help you, but I'm gonna need to put you on my bike, which means you're going to have to borrow some clothes. Is it alright if I help you get changed?"

You blink, noncomprehending. Your tail flicks at the air.

Alright then.

He does his best to look only as much as is necessary, to slip you out of the hospital gown without jostling your injured ear (still flecked with blood) and into the new clothes as soon as possible.

"Fuck's sake," he breathes, pointedly forcing himself to look at where he left the shirt and not acknowledge your completely bare body on display.

No underwear. Nothing but that pathetic excuse for a hospital gown. He suppresses his blush, carefully tugs the shirt down over your head and maneuvers your arms into the sleeves.

First naked person I've seen in years, and it's a cat hybrid on its deathbed. Living it up here, Noya.

He manages to slip the shorts up your legs and tug them into place as best he can without pulling them over the base of your tail, then, as an afterthought, tugs you into his best leather jacket and gets the harness on you. It's also been a while since anyone was on the back of his bike, but at least you're light. Shouldn't have too much effect on the handling.

Finally, he steals some scarves from Mei's closet, ties them firmly around your head and chin to cover the ears. You cry out at the feeling, looking at him with teary eyes, and he wills himself to stay strong.

"I know, I know, it's uncomfortable. This is so I can get a helmet on you and protect your ears, alright? I don't think you'll like the wind in them very much."

Your bottom lip quivers, and he nearly breaks.

Before he can do the irresponsible thing, as he's so frequently wont to do, he turns around and clips your harness around his waist. He lifts you on his back with ease, and then you're off.

~

Hirugami Sachiro is having a weird night.

First his ex girlfriend calls, not about the tremendous train wreck that their relationship had been, but about work of all things, begging him for a favor and look, Yuu's a good kid, I don't know what he's mixed up in, but he's got a hybrid that he insists is on the verge of death and doesn't know where to take it.

He knows that she'd be smart enough to handle it herself. Sure, she was an animal vet, not a hybrid vet, but Kaede Nishinoya is brilliant. He once swore that vet school was a formality for her more than it taught her anything. He has no doubt she could take all her training and adapt it to hybrids on the spot in just about any emergency.

And, well, he can't say no to her, even after all this time.

So Hirugami's ex's little brother is waiting outside the hybrid hospital when he arrives at nearly four in the morning, a hybrid on his back and a bike parked nearby. When the kid sees him, he jolts, rushes up like the hybrid on his back weighs nothing—and, at a second glance, that seems about right.

"You're the one Nee-san put me in contact with, right?" he says quickly. "Thank you so much for helping. I—I don't know what's wrong with her."

"How long have you kept a hybrid?" Hirugami asks, eying him suspiciously. "How old is she?"

"Dude, I literally found her in the alleyway outside my apartment building. I don't know shit about her."

He sucks in a breath. "Alright. We'll get to that once I get a look at her. Let's get her inside."

It's not the first time he's seen a rescue come through, but it's the first one that's made him so deeply angry. He lets the feeling simmer, because it won't help to go on a rant to his ex's little brother about just how fucked up it is. He runs his tests, makes his notes. Checks for a microchip and is both pleased and pissed to find nothing.

No owner on record. No records to deal with, or piece of shit to be legally obligated to return it to.

And no one to file a report against.

The kid waits in the darkened waiting room, screwing around on his phone with a distinctly worried expression as Hirugami works. At one point, he does manage to bring in an assistant with the promise of bonus pay, which is a massive help, although it still takes until sunrise for him to feel comfortable leaving the hybrid behind with his tech and talk to the Nishinoya kid.

"Alright," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm about to give you a lot of information that will make anyone who cares enough to bring in an alley stray mad, so I'm going to ask that you sit down and make use of the provided stress ball instead of anything like yelling, throwing furniture, or breaking lamps. Alright?"

Nishinoya nods, eyes hardening. He grabs for one of the provided stress balls and waits for the news, bouncing in his seat.

"Have you ever heard of a TNR program?" he asks.

The journey Nishinoya's face goes on as he processes it tells him two things. One: he has. Two: it was a good idea to suggest the stress ball. It strains under his grip.

"For like… stray cats, yes. Are you telling me that—"

He holds up a hand. "It's only a theory I have. I scanned her and can't find a microchip, so your alley hybrid either doesn't have a previous owner or the previous owner knew that any vet that found her would immediately file a whole stack of reports against him. It isn't common, and any self-respecting vet would be vehemently against it, but not every vet goes into my field because they care about hybrids. I took some samples for bloodwork to confirm it, but I'd be willing to bet that the tests are going to show some combination of anesthesia and date rape drugs in her system, which would be why she's borderline catatonic. Any vet willing to accept and perform that level of surgery on a hybrid that's been so obviously neglected and clearly isn't at a healthy weight for surgery isn't one I would trust to dose her correctly. Honestly, she's lucky to have survived at all."

Nishinoya sucks in a breath. The tips of his fingers have gone through the stress ball, the tear quiet, but not inaudible, in the closed office. "Okay."

"The ear should heal alright, at least. That's a measure normally done with stray cats to make it easy to identify cats that have already undergone the TNR process before spending resources on trapping them. I'd imagine the motive was the same, and the cut was clean. Right now, it's just tender because it was freshly done."

"Okay."

"There isn't really an industry standard for TNR on a hybrid, so we would need to perform imaging to confirm what, exactly, has been surgically removed. Based on the incision sites, I would guess a total salpingectomy—which removes the fallopian tubes—but again, all of these are assumptions being made with very little information. The incisions were clean, but the sutures have been pulled, which was the source of the bleeding. With your permission, I'd like to keep her here for the day for observation and imaging, to be picked up tomorrow night."

"Right. Okay." He nods. Takes a deep breath. "Is she going to be…"

"It depends on what happens after. She's going to need a lot of care to recover properly, and with the state she's in, I can't even tell you for sure whether she's stray or feral. But, I'd like to ask—what do you plan on doing with her after this?"

He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling roughly. "Yeah, I, uh—I don't know. I guess I need to call my sister and figure if she's okay with me bringing a hybrid into the apartment before I make that decision."

Hirugami crouches in front of him to meet his eyes at eye level. "I need you to understand: the state this hybrid is in is not going to make it easy. If you're going to take her in, you need to be prepared for lots of vet check-ins, likely a full course of vaccinations, adapting your home to account for a hybrid resident, nutritional requirements, and more. There's a chance that she'll be feral when she comes down from the anesthesia."

"If she's feral, will it be impossible?"

"No. But it will be extremely difficult. It'll probably be like pulling teeth for even the most basic things for a long time."

He sighs. Pushes himself to stand. "If you're considering it, let me know as soon as you make a decision. It'll be easier to chip her while she's already here, and chipping her is the easiest way to eventually domesticate her, if she ever progresses to the point where you trust her to work or attend school."

Nishinoya looks pale. Hirugami doesn't blame him.

"I don't want to scare you out of it. Honestly, anyone willing to track down a vet for a stranger at three in the morning is someone I trust more than most hybrid owners, as far as actually trying to take good care of them goes, and I know that Kaede would kill you personally if you mistreated the poor thing. I'll send you home with some resources to look over so you can make an informed decision. If you don't take her in, there's other options. You don't have to feel obligated."

He sighs. "Give me the resources. Can I text you when I figure out whether or not you should chip her?"

He nods and disappears behind the reception desk. They keep these packets printed for situations like these—it takes little time at all to find the basic care packet and the Feral care packet in their folders.

"Uh, before I go," Nishinoya says when he has the papers in hand. "Can I… you know. Can I see her?"

Hirugami blinks. "Yeah, of course. Let me walk you back."

Nishinoya doesn't say much when he's brought back to the room where the hybrid is resting. He simply walks up, brushes a gentle hand over her face to brush her hair out of the way. He nods once, mutters something Hirugami can't hear.

"Okay. You'll call me if anything changes?"

"In a heartbeat," Hirugami promises.

"I'll hold you to that."

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[untilthenextencore]

Cosmic~... Ch. 5~...

Galatea didn't know how she did it. She got Alicia to promise to bring her backpack from home the next morning. And to bring an extra patch and safety pin for her to use as a makeshift uniform fix the next morning when they meet.

That left her free.

Or so she thought.

For in the next moment, the minute she smiled shyly upon hanging up the phone & told him she was. "All set." She found herself once again wrapped up in his embrace.

His lips reattached to her neck, deepening the mark. Solidifying the memory. Tracing it into her flesh. She arched into him with a gasp & a groan. It was then that she felt his smile grow, lips curving against her neck. A chuckle reverberated through her flesh as she felt the gentle grazing of his teeth. A moment later she felt his hips press forward & grind softly yet insistently into her. He was sizeable. More than sizeable. Hard. Hot. And throbbing.

She gasped again, casting a blushing wide-eyed gaze over to Jimmy. "The way you affect me, luv..." His grin grew to a Cheshire cat state as he leaned in. "You enchant me."

And even as he wrapped her in yet another all-consuming kiss & embrace, he had yet another thing to say. A sort of name for her related to the effect she had on him. "Bewitching, vexing creature."

As they neared his hotel, his driver called out. "We've arrived, Mr. Page."

Jimmy growled once more. Both in aggravation at being so delayed. Foiled by his driver's timing yet again. And somewhat in anticipation of them being so close to being in his suite. Where he knew they'd no longer be interrupted for the night. The thought made him throb once more against her as he panted. "I can't wait to unwrap you. You're my present."

Galatea remained stunned. The sight of which made Jimmy's toothy Cheshire cat grin grow all the more. In an instant the door to the car was opened, her hand was in his, Jimmy gallantly helping her out & they were on their way.

Like the Rainbow & like how she found him when she first returned the scarf, there were a few fans that asked for his autograph, asked for a handshake, or just called out his name. Jimmy once again wrapped her in his coat, shielding her from any prying eyes as they - along with his handlers - hustled to the elevator. Consequently, the lobby & the ride up to his suite was a blur. A blur of bright lights, camera flashes, screaming humanity & sudden silence once in the elevator's cab. The silence was as sudden as the furor. But it was more than welcoming.

Galatea responded by exhaling the breath she didn't know she was holding. Her shoulders relaxing where before they had been tight & huddled into his coat. As she released her breath she tilted her head to the side, resting it on his shoulder.

"Awww..." He cooed, cupping her head softly & pressing a kiss to her temple. "My poor darling..." Galatea smiled & nestled closer. "Tired? Overwhelmed? Are you okay, my girl?"

"Mmmm, a little..." She admitted in a soft shy voice. "But I'm okay. I'm safe. I know I'm safe. Thanks to you..." When Galatea next lifted her gaze, it was to Jimmy gazing intently at her. His fringe semi-obscured his eyes but the flames smouldering deep within were clear to see. Dragon's fire. Mage's fire.

In a whirl it seemed, the elevator doors opened & he guided her down the hallway to his suite. The door was just as soon unlocked as it was locked. Before she knew it they were inside. A fresh champagne bottle in an ice bucket with two flutes. A well-stocked mini bar. Guitars & scarves and suits abound. Lit pillar candles greeting them upon arrival.

Jimmy wasted no time in popping and pouring into the two flutes from the freshly ice-cold bottle. Galatea was then guided to perch on the edge of his large bed, fizzing flute in hand, as she marveled at it all. And he marveled at her in kind.

He pulled up a seat nearby her & gazed at her in the candlelight flickering around them. Jade green eyes piercing her amidst the dancing fire. His silence embraced her as his gaze enveloped her. From tip to toe. And all points therein.

He broke said silence slowly as Galatea sipped her champagne somewhat shyly.

"You..."

Her eyes lifted & flashed over to him as her flute lowered.

"You..."

"Me?..." She queried.

"You... You... You... You... You are the most ravishing, stunning maddening creature I have ever seen in my life..." He hushed with bated breath, before then following up with. "How are you even real? Corporeal? Earthbound no less! You're an angel!"

Galatea blushed & smiled shyly. "I should say the same about you. You're quite handsome yourself. Dashing even. I've always thought so."

Jimmy chuckled, ruffling his hair shyly. "Aww, thank you luv. You don't really mean that do you?"

"Oh I do! I so do!" She took his hand in hers again. "You're one of the most fascinating people I've ever met. I'm so glad you've let me spend so much time with you. I'm honored really."

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as his heart swelled. "The honor is mine I assure you."

She smiled as his hand reached up to cup her cheek, guiding her into another kiss. The effervescence of the champagne exploding on their lips as they met. His tongue mingled with hers tasting of sweet, tart bubbly grape.

Even as she returned each one of his kisses wholeheartedly, mewling in response to his growls, she never would have imagined his next move. Slowly & carefully, amidst his continued massages of her hand, he guided it between his legs & had her cup him, feeling the large, hard throbbing length that lay hidden behind his silk trousers. She gasped against his lips, breaking the kiss momentarily, looking up to him for guidance.

There she saw Jimmy's face break into an easy smile as he greeted her with a peck, and the words. "See how you affect me, my dear? See? That's all you."

Galatea only smiled shyly, blush deepening as she returned to the kiss. The kiss helping her to both express & silence the things she didn't know how to say. Somehow she found her way to helping him - with his guidance still - to unzip & free his length, gasping again as it sprang from his laxened fly.

"All you..." He mumbled into her lips, wrapping her soft hand around his length. When another gasp followed he swore & added. "Mmmm... No one else... No one else... No one else affects me the way you do..."

Even as everything about her screamed it. Even as her shyness sang it to high heavens. Even as her blush intensified as he guided her hand to move up & down his length slowly; intensifying again at the groan it elicited, she felt she had to tell him. Galatea mumbling into lips which as ever were insistently devouring hers. "Mmmm, Jimmy... Jimmy... Jimmy, wait... Jimmy, I've never... Ever..."

Again Jimmy was all easy grins & more soft kisses. "It's alright, luv. You don't have to worry. I promise I won't do anything you're not ready for. I won't make you do anything you're not comfortable with. Okay?" As proof, he took the free left hand she had laced in his hair & brought it forward, kissing the palm, holding it gently yet tight.

That made her feel a hothouse's worth of flowers bloom in her chest. She felt that kiss in her heart. Her center. Her very core. It was like it drove through her veins. He was in her blood.

Galatea smiled her same bashful smile, coupled with a shy little giggle & nodded, hushing. "Okay. I trust you, Jimmy. I just thought you should know."

Jimmy's heart swelled at those words. "Awww..." He cupped her cheek, kissing her forehead before kissing her again. "It's okay, my girl. Really. Don't worry." Jimmy met her hesitant gaze with a radiant smile. "Don't worry. You're safe with me. I'll take care of you, dearest. Promise. Okay?"

After a moment's consideration, her right hand pulsing on his erection making him fight back a groan with all he had in him, she nodded. "Okay... Thank you, Jimmy." Her fingertips ghosted against his cheek even as her left hand remained in his grasp, as the softest, tenderest kiss was pressed to either side of his mouth & then his lips.

It shattered him.

And spurred him on anew.

His right hand which was still placed over hers, then began milking his erection anew as he throbbed anew for her. Drops of precum dotting & fountaining from his tip over their hands.

Jimmy then returned the favor. Searing more kisses onto her plush lips which left her as ever, stumbling in her attempts to match his ardor.

When he, at last, allowed a groan to pass his lips, he broke from her momentarily, rasping. "'Ere, let's have a butchers at you, luv." Jimmy then having his free hand now slowly slipping her buttons loose & revealing more of her to his eyes. When at last his eyes beheld her, plush, high, round breasts framed in a white bra that appeared to have a self-done embroidered trim with her initials near the straps, he rasped yet again.

"Bloody hell... Galatea... Darling... Darling girl... You're magnificent!..."

Galatea blushed. When Jimmy reached for the center clasp of her bra, unlatching it she shifted. Left hand falling to block him, shyly attempting to cover herself.

"No..." She gazed up at him, meeting his hazed gaze nervously. "Let me see you, luv... All of you... Please, Galatea..."

With a silent nod her left hand fell, and her bra was allowed to be fully unlatched & peeled away & open.

"Jesus..." He rasped again. "Galatea... Darling, you're beautiful! Absolutely bleeding perfect! Enchanting creature..."

Jimmy didn't know what stirred him more, the sight of her so freshly bare, or the sight of her toying with her plaid skirt shyly with her left hand as she continued to do her best to follow his guidance in stroking him with her right. Or was it the sight of her constantly looking to him for guidance throughout?

Either way, Jimmy was affected deeply.

His hand trembled as he reached up to make contact, fingertips gently caressing the swell of her breast, just under her locket. Ghosting against her flesh before he cupped her breast in hand.

Galatea stirred, arching her back & hissing a sudden gasp, gripping her skirt & getting a firmer grasp on his erection. Her knees clicked together, toes curling in her shoes. She let out with a soft, "Ah..." as she felt his thumb circle her nipple with a feather-light touch, making it tighten. Her thighs trembled. If they pressed any closer they'd create a diamond in between them.

Jimmy sighed at the sound. His erection pulsed, dripping more over their clasped hands. Both the sight of her so stirred & arched, the sound of her gasp & the feeling it incited in him all lead him to purr a breathless. "Ohhh... Precious girl... The most beautiful angel of a girl..." He returned his lips to her, claiming her in a passionate kiss as he continued the circling of his thumb, making her wriggle, mewl & rub her thighs together in an attempt to quell the fire he was stoking within.

Jimmy lifted his right hand off hers, placing it gently, comfortingly on her knee. The rubbing stopped suddenly. Thighs still trembling. Galatea's lips suddenly parting from Jimmy's in a sharp gasp. She again looked up to him nervously, seeking direction once more.

Jimmy's voice came once again in a rasp. "Please, Galatea... Let me..." At the same time, his hand slowly traveled up, ghosting her tender flesh with his fingertips as he drew designs - sigils - into her trembling thigh. He pressed heatedly soft kisses into her lips as his fingers traced their intangible shapes. In between the kisses Galatea heard him whispering intangible words, but couldn't quite hear them clearly.

"Jim-my...?" She mewled, his name coming out in fractures. Doe eyes fixed on him yet again.

At the same time, with her seemingly unaware, Galatea's thumb swept over Jimmy's leaking tip.

Jimmy responded with a deep groan, a throb & yet another trickle of precum. "Unhhhhh, yes..."

Galatea gasped as all those things were coupled with Jimmy's right hand steadily tracing its designs further upwards & under her skirt. Jimmy broke his incantations momentarily to whisper. "Galatea... Galatea, please... Please... Please... Let me..." As his fingers finally made contact with her core. Cotton covered. Heated. Wet.

The feel of all of this made both of them gasp. Galatea had no earthly idea how to answer or in which form to respond. Everything was too surreal. And at the same time all too real.

Jimmy was left to respond in a deep-seated growl, pressing his fingers ever so slightly more firmly against her damp core, no longer ghosting. His hips jerked into her hand at the contact, making her hand brace the base as it gave an almighty throb. "Please..."

Galatea's legs laxened. They trembled still but parted just a bit wider. Both of them a chorus of pants in the key of bated breath. Until Galatea broke the silence with a softly hushed. "Yes."

"Yes?" Jimmy whispered as his lips ghosted against hers as his fingers pressed & began to rub at her dampness in earnest now.

"Mmmm, yes..." Galatea nodded, parting her legs more for him.

"Yes." He repeated with finality before his lips took hers in another fiercely passionate kiss. Heated. Hungry. Wanting. His fingers continued their ministrations, now switching between rubbing & tracing soft sigils into the petals of her flesh behind the thin sheath that separated them.

For now.

"Darling... Darling, may I?" Jimmy mumbled against her lips, as his fingertips glided along the leg opening, gently tugging it as a hint to what he was asking.

"Mmmm, yes..." Galatea hushed, tilting her hips up towards his touch. A sign. She was finally giving herself up to him just that bit more. Jimmy let the breath he didn't know he was holding out in a heated sigh as his hand shifted up & then slid down, delving into the waistband & below.

When the feeling of damp curls & slick petals of flesh met his fingertips he felt his erection grow larger still as it surged in her hand. He felt a soft scratch to the back of his hand that he instantly knew the source of. More embroidery. Likely done by hand.

His hand slid back out slowly. Jimmy parted reluctantly from her momentarily, but he had a mission. A curiosity. He had to see what the artwork beheld.

And lo and behold...

As he reached down & slowly flipped her skirt up he was glad to be seated lest his knees give way. For there before him, embroidered on the lace-edged cotton - now well-sodden thanks to him - was a delicately embroidered strawberry. Done in green, red & pale ivory for the seeds. Clearly hand done as opposed to factory pressed. And yet again, the inspiration was clear.

The Strawberry Thief.

William Morris.

There before him lay a remarkably familiar sight across his years; a young girl in a state of undress. But the fact that it was her. Her. Her in all her sweetness, shyness & pureness. Accessorized with her William Morris locket & now... Now... Now there was this. This. This clearly well-done albeit amateur embroidery.

Paying truth to his initial assumptions, a shy if now half-nude Galatea spoke softly, assuring. "I did it myself. It's based off of the Strawberry Thief."

"William Morris." He nodded, trying to focus on his breathing.

"Yeah... Another fave..." She was left panting similarly.

"May I...?" He motioned slightly to them, fingers half curled in anticipation.

"Please..." She hushed with a nod, parting her legs again, incidentally flashing him her drenched core yet again. A hint of dark curls was visible through the damp fabric. Another arrow to Jimmy's heart. Though the effects radiated lower. Much lower.

As his fingers tucked into the waistband, Galatea tilted her hips up yet again, allowing him to peel her sodden panties off slowly. And then there she was. Miles of legs & endless curves. Full round breasts with tight peaked nipples framing her William Morris locket above a red plaid skirt. Dewy damp curls and slick rouged lips below. Dark doe eyes and a pink petulant pout. A young brunette beauty in full flower. Caught in his silken web. Displayed in his candlelit room. Petals yet untouched.

Jimmy nearly swooned with delight.

He gripped her panties & felt her excitement drip into his hands.

Meanwhile, she seemed puzzled at his sudden stillness & inaction. "Jimmy?..."

In an instant, the panties were on the ground. She was in his arms & his lips were on hers yet again. His hands wandered, skimming her silken curves before retaking their earlier position; left hand cupping her breast & thumbing her nipple, right hand delving between her legs & playing amongst the petals & dew.

Jimmy was ecstatic. He felt delirious with delight. Was this all real? Was it just a dream. He didn't know. All he knew is he never wanted to wake up. Ever.

Galatea for her part was similarly dizzy with happiness. Awash in bliss. Her breath came hot & in pants amidst their continued hungry kisses. Without even knowing it, or even realizing it her hips began to rock against his fingers as they caressed her.

"Galatea... Darling... You're a natural..." He chuckled, massaging her petals with his fingers, attempting to part them gently.

When he then attempted to slide the tip of his middle finger inside, he was met with slight resistance. Galatea's body resisting despite herself. Tightness. A squeeze against his tip. And a mewl as she leaned into his touch, lifting her hips & arching her back.

"Shh... Shh... Shh..." He soothed, as his finger pressed further until it was slowly accepted up to the first knuckle with a soft grunt. Despite his soothing, she mewled again & clenched on his insistently exploring digit.

"Jesus Christ..." Jimmy whispered. She was so new. So pure. So un-fucking-touched. It was unreal.

"Precious babygirl..." He sighed, prompting her to open her wincing eyes & gaze at him curiously. "Hold on to me, Galatea... Hold on to me..." Instantly, she shifted her arms closer around him, left hand laced in his curls, right hand leaving his erection & gripping his shirt. "Good girl." Another warm kiss to break up the monotony of his reverent hushing & hazy-eyed gaze was her reward.

He pressed his finger deeper at the same time his tongue lapped at & lifted her tightened nipple into his mouth with a soft suck. Instantly her fingers tightened around his silken shirt & his soft locks as they ensnared her fingers. He gave another deep suck & massaging of his tongue against her rosebud nipple as his finger pierced deeper. Again she arched against him, arcing her body closer to him as she nearly vibrated with pleasure edged with a tinge of pain.

"Beautiful girl..." He hushed reverently, pressing a kiss to her tightened nipple before turning to pay the same attention to her other breast. And as she let out with a soft cry of "Ah!" As his finger was taken to the hilt inside her with a soft thrust, he purred. "You're mine now..."

He then began a series of slow deep thrusts inside her, moving his left hand off her breast & wrapping that arm around her waist. Her hips continued to rock as he thrusted, moving into the thrusts amidst a chorus of her mewls & sighs. She rocked her hips slightly faster, hiccupping a cry as he pressed his ring finger in to join with his middle finger.

"Such a natural, darling... How beautiful you look..." Jimmy grinned. "You're so wet... So hot... So tight... I can barely squeeze in here..."

"Jimmy..." Galatea wriggled & writhed in his arms. "Jimmy please... Don't say that..."

"Aww... Don't be embarrassed, darling. Don't be." He murmured between kisses to her breasts & along the expanse of her body as it undulated under his touch. "You're so beautiful... So beautiful this way... So pure... So raw & unfiltered... So real & yet unreal... So pure... So beautiful..."

He leaned her back down on the bed gently, hovering over her on his knees. His left hand then joined his lips in wandering her body. This new position allowed Galatea to let her legs embrace him as she rocked into each thrust he pressed into her.

His callused fingers sought & found each one of her spots. Spots she never knew she had. When they sought & found her g-spot, rubbing it softly she jolted. A gasp flew from her lips & her hand lifted from his shirt to grasp her skirt, wringing it once again.

"Jimmy..." She mewled, his name falling from her lips in a sigh as she undulated & gripped her skirt. "Jimmy... Jimmy, I feel pressure..."

"Pressure, darling? Really? Are you okay?" Jimmy asked, showering her profile in kisses. "You're not in pain are you? I'm sorry. I don't mean to hurt you, my girl..."

Galatea shook her head, toying with the elder guitarist's curls. "No. No, I'm not in pain. Just pressure. Low in my stomach... I... I feel like... It... It feels like something's coming..."

Jimmy felt a jolt himself, gasping & searing a kiss onto his newfound beloved, making her hum against his lips in surprise.

"Mmmm!..."

Jimmy then broke his sudden & insistent kiss with the sotto-voce order. "Let it come..." This he paired with more of his thrusts & massaging of her spots, making her toes curl.

"Mmmm... What?" She queried, in a delirious hush. "Really? But... But I..."

But Jimmy was insistent. "Let it come..." He mumbled amidst more kisses falling from her lips, down her neck & body. "Let it come, my darling... Let it come... Trust me..."

As ever, the ministrations of his skilled fingers, lips & tongue made it so she hardly had any choice. Her hips continued to rock, walls clenching on his fingers as they thrust & curled, finding & zeroing in on every last of her inner weaknesses. His tongue traced its sigils. On her neck. The swells of her breasts. The peaks of her nipples between every suck. Between her breasts just below her still-opened Blackthorn adorned Locket. Down her soft belly. Along the waistline of her skirt. The warm silk of her ever embracing thighs. The downy, dewy, softly haired mound between her legs.

By the time his lips found & zeroed in on the little rosebud of her clit nestled amongst the dew, she jolted once, gasped sharply & arched to meet him as a single word was pulled from her lips & lungs in a cry that was both whisper soft & deafeningly loud. And with one last curve & massage of her spot as the elder guitarist kissed the little bud tenderly, she shattered in his hands. Melting in his arms. Galatea came hard for the first time with a cry. That single word. The only word her head, heart, body, soul & spirit knew to call & the only person she knew beyond God to call to. "Jimmy!"

Her release sprayed down his hand & arm, dripping down his lips, jawline & neck. Her legs tightened & then relaxed, falling open for him once at rest. Little jolts stirred her body. Little aftershocks of the almighty uproar he had her in. Tiny flinches. Bucks of the hips. Mini undulations. Until finally... She lay in repose. Clearly spent after all he had done to her. Starry eyed. Hazy gazed. In a dream. In the midst of which she didn't even realize she was stroking her locket with fingers still dotted with bits of Jimmy's precum.

It was a sight.

A sight that spurred him on to action once again. He snatched the hand caressing the locket, pressing a kiss to the palm before circling it once again around his erection. Now reddened at the tip. Throbbing near painfully for her. It felt larger, harder than it had in a while. Harder than he'd ever felt for anyone perhaps. And it dripped, for her attention.

She stirred somewhat, not minding the smear of her own release his hand left on her, still softly murmuring his name. "Mmmm, Jimmy..." She giggled dreamily at a private joke as she continued the strokes under his tutelage. "You're so good to me. So kind & gentle. You deserve so much. You're wonderful. So wonderful. I adore you."

Those words sent a jolt up Jimmy's length & up his body. They gave him shivers. Chills. He ached for her. She was so sweet. So sweet. So sweet & open. It intoxicated him. She intoxicated him. Beyond any drink or drug imaginable. How she affected him. It was unreal. All too unreal. She was unreal.

This led him to firm his & thusly her grasp around his pulsing length, both of them milking him smoothly. Her thumb swept over the tip as it wept, nearly weakening his knees as he knelt before & over her. "Nngh..." He was panting. Pupils blown. His eyes fixed on her. On the prize before him. His prize. His treasure. His treasured girl. His most precious. His most precious, precious girl.

He was a sight in a different way. That he knew for sure. He must look a sight. The wild man of Surrey. The wild man of Tower. The wild man of Boleskine. But she showed no fear. Only dreamlike smiles & innocence. Soft giggles at his grunts & curses even amidst her demure blushes at his words of want.

Knowing now he enjoyed the contact, she continued her ministrations. She began experimenting; rubbing, flicking & swirling her thumb over the weeping tip as she stroked.

He was close now for sure. He knew it. Jimmy's left hand returning to cupping her breasts & thumbing her nipples amidst more mewls, moans & giggles only added to that. As did her idle swaying of one bent knee as she lay, hiding & revealing her sodden core to him over & over again.

This reminded him of his fingers wrapped around hers, and how a few were still wet with her release. He couldn't help it. He snapped. Letting his hand leave hers to continue its strokes, Jimmy took his fingers to his lips, licking & sucking the taste of her off of them, hungrily. Like a man possessed.

She tasted sweet. Fresh. Like nectar of the gods. Was this what angels tasted like? It must be. Her scent alone was heady. But the taste. Oh God, the taste.

Galatea just giggled as ever at the sight. Her blush deepened as he knew it would. "Jimmy, that's naughty." She smiled despite her admonishment & the milking of her hand.

"Sorry, luv. Can't help it. I... I need it..." He rasped, meaning it more than he ever knew he could before.

"Awww..." She cooed, reaching up to ruffle his hair with her left hand. "It's okay, Jimmy." Ever tender amidst his being a man clearly possessed & feeling like an animal in raging heat.

He pressed a kiss to her palm as it neared, procuring another. "Awww..." And then the coaxing of his gaze with a soft. "Jimmy..." His eyes locked on her, seeing his sleepy-eyed maiden coo. "I adore you." Before then blowing him a kiss.

It shattered him.

And it was this. The feel of her. Her softness filling his hands. Her silken hand wrapped around his length & dutifully following his lead in bringing him to his peak. The unholy sweetness of her. The taste of her. The scent of her nectar filling his nostrils. All of this along with the whispered & cooed words of adoration. The tenderness. The kiss.

All of this conspired... Nay, combined... All of this combined to bring him not only to his knees, not only to the edge, but over it in one headlong rush. As he groaned out. "Ohhhh, Galatea..."

Hips jerking against her hand as he erupted & grunted, the orgasm taking him suddenly & all at once.

He came hard.

Hard.

Harder than a man nearing forty had any right to. His release fired over her fingers, onto her thighs, her stomach & breasts. He felt some drip onto the sheets between his knees. But the sight that drew more slashes of release from him, and that he knew would empty loads from him in future, was the sight of streaks of his release that had meteored over her mound & the dewy curls that lay between her thighs as she lay in dreamy-eyed shock & wonderment at the event that had just occurred.

Panting & spent, the guitarist leaned over & pressed his lips to hers yet again in a soft kiss. "Thank you, princess. That was wonderful." He then shakily left the bed, heading into the washroom.

This led Galatea to pout a bit until she with a flush caught sight of him returning, now fully nude, with a warm, damp washcloth. She sort of expected him to towel off himself but instead was surprised when instead, the first place the washcloth softly scrubbed clean was her dewy mound. She gasped, blushing deeper again & mewling. "Jimmy... I... I... I'm still tender there."

He just grinned even as he felt his cock give one last throb for the night at her words. Oh, how she affected him so. "I know. Don't worry. Just trying to help freshen us up a bit before bed. 'Ere... Let me do this..." The towel then met her thighs. Her stomach. Her breasts. And then finally his own length, now spent.

Jimmy only then remembered the streaks along her fingers. When he went to reach for her hand with a sheepish. "Ah! Sorry, darlin'. Here, let me..." He was stopped short. Stunned into abrupt silence. For there he saw Galatea attempting a few licks of one of the streaks on her fingers.

Noticing his silence & looking up to note his gaze fixed on her, she gasped. "Ah! Sorry... I just... Was curious I guess... I mean... I sort of... I... I tasted myself on your lips & I... Um... Sorry... Sorry... Sorry, Jimmy..." Now her face was fully flushed as she reached her hand out to allow him to wipe her clean there too.

Instead, Jimmy took her hand with the washcloth & rejoined her on the bed. He wrapped her in his arms. Tight. Tight. Deliriously tight. And he seared a deliriously heated kiss onto her lips. She mewled against his lips in surprise to which he moved only to wrap her hand in the washcloth, tenderly wiping it clean. The kiss lasted as he reached down to finally undo her skirt.

This prompted her to break it with a soft gasp. "Jimmy!"

"Shhh..." He soothed, petting her hair as he draped the skirt over the headboard. He then pulled the covers over them both, tucking her into his embrace, clearly intending to keep her there for the night. "I know. I know. I know you're tired, darling girl. Me too. How can one not be after a night like ours?" Jimmy added with a grin.

She giggled & snuggled up to him, returning each kiss he bestowed upon her with full affection.

"Let's get some sleep, my dear. Shall we? After all. We have a big day tomorrow too. I have my business to attend to. And we must see you off to school as well."

"Jimmy..." She mewled, wanting to say something even if she wasn't quite sure exactly what to say in the moment.

"No buts, my dear. We must see you to school. I'll have you dropped off & picked up on time tomorrow I promise..." Of this he was resolute. Even when her kisses & her embrace & her sweetness weakened so much of his resolve typically. He felt it his duty to look after her in this way as well.

"Okay... I understand..." Galatea reluctantly agreed. She disliked the hours spent away from him. But hopefully the old adage of "absence making the heart grow fonder" stayed true. Though she didn't know how much fonder one's heart could grow. Certainly no more fonder than hers! Though she was willing to try & find out! She was willing to try & do just about anything as long as it was with him. Always willing with him. For him. Because of him.

With that settled, Galatea told him what time to set the alarm as she nestled herself in his embrace amidst the pillows & blankets. The candlelight now snuffed was replaced by soft moonlight.

She snuggled up to him amidst more lazy, sleepy kisses as he wrapped his arms closer around her, cocooning her safely & snugly for the night. This brought another dreamy-eyed smile & sleepy giggle from her. Her smile & giggle then drew a hazy-eyed smile & chuckle from him amidst even more kisses.

And as she fell asleep in his arms, Galatea pressed one last kiss to the elder guitarist's lips. "Goodnight, Jimmy... Sweet dreams..." Before, pledging once more. "I adore you..."

Those three words clutched at his very soul. They clenched at his heart, sending it surging into his throat, where it remained as he hushed back to the now happily sleeping schoolgirl beside him. "Goodnight, dearest Galatea... Pleasant dreams to you as well..." Jimmy then pledging with a feather-soft kiss of his own. "I adore you as well... Goodnight..."

He then bestowed upon her a new sobriquet. One he did not give lightly. As anyone who truly knew him knew that he did not take lightly as well.

"My angel..."

~

As ever this is forever under construction~...

Hope you enjoy~!...

[weaselle]

True!

Altho... there was that one time my friend and i scared the bejesus out of some poor young couple on a drive. See, my friend and i had, the year before, lost our ride to the ren faire we worked and had decided to walk there. It was 22 miles away. It took us all night.

Naturally we decided it should be a yearly tradition.

SO the next year, we picked a night, and off we went. But this time we decided to try to follow the old abandoned railroad tracks from our town that we were pretty sure wound up out there. We must have picked the wrong way at a junction because when dawn came were were not where we expected. We were just.. out in the hills somewhere.

So when mid-morning arrived and the train tracks crossed a little road, we turned down it, trying to find some sign of civilization. And that's when we saw a little car with a young couple driving down the road. Miles and miles from anything but that one little road, out in the hills.

I got them to pull over, and they rolled one window half down. Now, I had been awake for more than 24 hours and had been wandering lost all night, so when i leaned up to their window so they could hear me and tried to ascertain our location, what actually came out of my mouth was

"hey. Where are you right now?"

Looking like they were pretty sure they were going to wind up the subject of a true crime show, the young woman said "[name of little town 30 miles in the opposite direction of where we were trying to go]"

At which point my friend right behind me (a six foot five, 280 pound man) clenched both his fists and bellowed "NOOOOOOO" up at the sky in a scream of pure anguish

immediately after which, i, forgetting in my wild eyed exhaustion that the name of that town was also the name of the county it was in, knowing that we were not in fact in any town, said

"No you're not. You can't be. Where are you really"

They drove away SO quickly.

i hope it was at least a good story for them later, because i've always felt guilty remembering their poor faces as they sped off

In time travel movies, when the time traveler asks 'What year is this?!?' they're always treated like they're being weird for asking.

When in reality, if you go 'What year is this?!?' people will just say '2024. Crazy huh.' and you go 'Wtf where has my youth gone.'

And if you ask 'And what month??' people won't judge you, they'll just go like 'SEPTEMBER!!! Can you believe it?!?!' and you go 'WHAT?!? Last time I checked we were in May?!?'

[1nephthys]

Last car ride

Summary: Steve and y/n need to say their last goodbye and it's much harder than both of them thought before.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x y/n

Warnings: kinda sad, my awful English

Word count: 1.1k

Steve and y/n had a relationship almost all teenagers could only dream about. They had been together since freshman year and now they were month after graduation. At that point, they were unseparable. Or at least that was what everyone thought.

One thing in their relationship they both loved the most were their night car rides. Since Steve got his driver license he was taking y/n almost every night to drive somewhere. They explored every single place in Hawkins, saw the most amazing sunsets and sunrises from the boy's car. Sometimes they just talk. Sometimes y/n cried because of the rude costumes she needed to handle even when she already had a terrible day. Sometimes Steve cried because Dustin and the rest of the group got on his nerves a little bit too much. Sometimes they were stargazing and y/n explained Steve where specific constellation was and even though poor guy had no idea what the girl was talking about, he just loved listen to her while she talked with so much passion. Sometimes they were having sex (also really passionate in Steve liking).

But they both knew tonight was different. Steve drove to their favorite place, near the forest. Usually the way was filled with talking laughing or even little stolen gazed. Tonight y/n was sitting straight, looking at the road as well as Steve. They both knew they needed to talk. But also none of them wanted to start this conversation.

Steve parked the car and looked over at the girl beside him.He signed as she was still staring at the trees ahead of them.The silence in the car terrifies both of them, but it's easier to deal with it than to say one word that would start the talk.

"Look y/n-" Steve finally said but when his pretty girl looked at him, he just didn't know what he wanted to say. They talked about the feature before, all the senior year they knew that they had totally different plans, but it was too hard to admit it. Maybe that was a bad decision because maybe if they did talk about this earlier, they wouldn't be here. But maybe they wanted to spend as much time as they could together before it's all broken.

"I know, Steve. I- I- I just want to go to college.And I want to leave Hawkins, all the shit that happened here. Will and El moved away and I want to do the same." Y/h/c girl finally admitted.

Steve wanted to keep her here with him, but he couldn't. He couldn't be that selfish, knowing how dangerous this town was. He wanted to keep her safe and if it meant the need to let her go - he would do that.

"I know, I really do and I understand your decision. But I just can't leave. I feel like this is my place on earth. Will and El moved but Dustin, Lucas and Max are still there. And it may sound ridiculous but they need someone to take care of them." Brown eyed boy put his hand on y/n thigh as he continued. "I love you, okay? And I probably always will but I can't leave with you." At that point, they were both crying, y/n connected her fingers with Steve's and played with them.

She didn't say anything, she didn't need to. They both knew what that meant.They just sat there for some time, which felt like long hours, when in reality it was just fifteen minutes.

"I'm not sure if I want to live without you." Y/n spoke again, she was scared to tell him that because even after those years together, she was still afraid to talk about her feelings - even with him.

"I'm so sure you should. Hell, you are so smart and talented, you will make whatever college you are going to get higher in rankings. And we both know how dangerous this place is, I can't even count how many times one of us was close to being dead.And I really don't want you to die." He squished a girl hand, as always when he wanted to tell her he was there. "Y/n, you were- you are the love of my life-"

"-stop." Before Steve could continue she started sobbing. She didn't want him to keep saying he love her. She knew that and it was making all of it so much harder. "Promise me you are not going to die." Maybe that sounded stupid but as y/n stared at her boyfriend's eyes with tears on her cheeks, he knew she was serious.

"I promise you that when you come here for Christmas, holidays or whenever you want I will still be here.Whenever you want to talk." The boy secured her.They knew damn well that letters existed and they could try long-distance relationships but it scared both of them. They just know how busy life gets in college, not to mention how busy it is when you fighting monsters.

"Okay" Girl slowly nodded, looking at her hands as she tried to calm down, she wasn't able to look at the boy besides her, knowing damn well that she would burn out in tears again at their second eyes meet.

"C'mon." Steve said after he looked at the sky ahead of them.He quickly step out of the car and go to the other side to open the door for girls.

The sky was too pretty and the stars look too lovely for that painful night.

He offered y/n his hand, she looked at it and after a moment grabbed it. He helped her to get on the hood of the car and then get on it himself. It was almost like every other night. Both of them again sitting on this stupid hood, Steve's hands behind y/n's back. They stared at the wide and almost black sky. It was so calm, even though it was still Hawkins.

For a moment, Steve felt like it was all normal again. That they were going to sit there for a while, then y/n would say that they need to come back because she had school the next day and they came back to this car in fourteen hours to drive somewhere again. And y/n felt the same way. Like he was going to drive her home and kiss her so passionately on her porch. Tears were slowly rolling down their cheeks but none of them said anything. They just tried to enjoy this moment, since it's probably their last car ride.

A/n. It's first time I public anything I wrote on the internet so I'm sorry if it's shitty. Feel free to comment. I hope you enjoyed it. ~ Nephi

[sweetestlamb]

Tease Me

Summary: Suyeon and Geurami help Young-woo with a very serious problem.

Author's note: Not me writing two stories for this fandom within hours of each other lmaoooooooihavearealproblemooooo. This is acknowledges the attraction and hormones in the room a bit more. Oh and it's mostly from Suyeon's pov. Enjoy!

"You know my name is three syllables. I could be part of that greeting too, Choi to the Su to the Yeon. It works perfectly right? Should I join you both next time?"

"No. That is only for me and Geurami."

She had mostly been joking anyway so the disappointment washes off her back easily, being friends with Young-woo is never boring at least.

"We need to focus. Did Young-woo already tell you everything? What that puppy eyed tease has been doing to her?"

Young-woo's starts copying the insult under her breath and she has to stifle a laugh, imagining Jun-ho's face if he ever heard himself being described that way.

"No. What did he do?"

Geurami slams her hand on the coffee shop table about to start regaling his sins but Young-woo's even voice cuts her off, listing each event as if reading from a teleprompter.

"On the 7th, when I returned his call he answered sounding out of breath and informed me that he ran out of the shower to accept my call. We spoke for exactly thirteen seconds before he apologized and said his towel fell and he would call me back. He rolls his sleeves up during every car ride and persistently leans across to open my door. Whenever we walk together, his arms brush mine and when move away he comes closer."

She glances at Young-woo's best friend to see her reaction,and it takes sheer will power not to giggle. It was obvious what exactly was going on, Jun-ho was teasing Young-woo on purpose. And it was working if the rosy flush on cheeks were saying anything.

"That sounds difficult."

"It is. I went to the doctor to make sure I would not be harmed by my heartbeat racing so often. I will be okay fortunately."

Geurami nods solemnly face crumpled into a look of pure indignation, "This is a very serious matter. We can't let him get away with this. My poor Young-woo."

"Well the solution is simple." She states, sipping her iced Americano wondering when her life became so fun with such entertaining people.

Geurami nods in agreement, "Yes, yes. There is only one thing you can do."

They look at Young-woo first together before locking eyes across the table, speaking in synchronization. 

"You have to tease him back."

Young-woo stares, then gapes and after a long pause blinks and chokes on air.

"What?"

She looks innocent, almost comically so but she knows better now that Young-woo is no angel. She has seen the looks that she and Jun-ho exchange in the staff lounge personally, even a blind person could feel the tension between the two.

"Tease him back. He's trying to get under your skin, so if you do it too he'll get flustered and stop."

Or he'll finally break and jump Young-woo. She's fine with either honestly her own crush dissipating the longer she spends in their presence, how she could not see what was going on earlier can only be attributed to her not wanting to see.

"I don't know how to do that. Would it not be better to talk to him and tell him what he's doing to my heart and ask him to stop?"

"No you fool, that will only give him more ammunition and then he'll know his power and he'll never stop. Do you want to be tormented forever at work?"

Young-woo jolts from her seat, appearing terrified at the suggestion.

"No! My efficiency on cases will surely decrease if that were to happen."

Of course that's her biggest concern, she shakes her head in disbelief.

"Exactly. You need to do this for our future clients."

Young-woo immediately starts to nod animatedly and Geurami joins in with a loud battle cry. She tries and fails to hide her face in her cup of coffee, certain that they will be banned from his coffee shop as well.

They're starting to run out of hideouts.

----

They give her a list.

1. Make him jealous.

2. Touch your lips often.

3. Compliment him.

It's a short list but they decide to start small, anything else might be too overwhelming for their inexperienced pupil.

She will help Young-woo at work when she can and give progress reports to Geurami to evaluate how they're doing.

It's Monday and that means they will have a team meeting, she knows she'll have a hard time not punching that swine Minwoo in his smarmy face but she can't help Young-woo if she's in prison, and that's her woah woah.

Soon they're all at the large desk, reviewing their cases and a possible future client when there's a knock on the door.

The team leader calls out for them to enter.

She can feel Young-woo tense up as familiar figure enters the room, Lee Jun-ho. She notes that his eyes search and land on a particular attorney his gaze softening sweetly before he greets the room.

"Good morning."

They all echo in response.

"I brought the materials you asked for. I'll leave them here."

It's not lost on her that he takes the longest route possible which brings him right into Young-woo's space, his shoulder brushing against hers as he places the materials on the desk.

Sly dog.

"Thank you Jun-ho. I'll get everyone some coffee, Young-woo come help me."

Young-woo frowns but a quick glare gets her moving, momentarily invading Jun-ho's space in return because he was still so close to her.

Quick learner. She almost gives a thumbs up.

"I'll help too."

She already knew he would offer, that makes things even easier. She nods in appreciation, tugging Young-woo closer to her so they can walk side by side in the hallway.

In a whisper that is definitely loud enough to be heard she says, "I really wanted to talk to you about the blind date. You're single and not getting any younger, everyone our age goes on blind dates."

Young-woo wasn't a good liar, so they had practiced this story over and over until she had her lines memorized. She felt slightly bad for Jun-ho but he had started this game with his refusal to fess up to his overtly obvious feelings. Clearly he needed a nudge or a strong kick in the right direction.

A loud noise sounds behind them. The sound of shoes dragging on carpet, poor thing is already falling apart.

But she stays in character, staring expectedly at Young-woo to deliver her lines.

"The purpose of blind dates are to get married correct? If I met someone I could marry then my father would be happy and I could be like other adults. What do people do on blind dates?"

She hears a loud cough behind them and then a wheezing noise.

She spins to look at him with a practiced smile.

"Oh Jun-ho, we forgot you were there. Are you okay?"

Maybe she should have been an actor instead of an attorney.

Ah, in her next life.

Though she is the one talking to him his eyes- no wonder he has the nickname golden retriever looking at them now- are stagnant on Young-woo, who is happily making coffees without a care in the world.

"Blind date? You're going on a blind date? With who? When?"

He looks so distraught she almost regrets her role in this manipulation but Young-woo shrugs calmly at his questioning.

"I was just thinking about it. It sounds nice."

And as they practiced Young-woo strides out of the room, mugs in each hand.

Jun-ho can only gape and watch her retreating back.

She only makes one coffee for herself, Minwoo can choke for all she cares. She pats Jun-ho's shoulder on the way out, pep in her step as she walks back to team leader Jang's office.

----

She joins them for lunch, sitting down with a quick hello before reaching for her chopsticks and digging into her meal.

When Young-woo starts eating normally she gently kicks her under the table, widening her eyes before discreetly tapping on her own lips.

She can see the realization wash over her and then she does as they coached her.

Lightly pressing her chopsticks against her lips between bites and gently licking at the tips of the wooden sticks.

The first time seemingly goes unnoticed by him but she knows better, can see the clench in his jaw he's only pretending not to notice.

But Jun-ho stops mid sentence at the second occurrence, his eyes wide and slightly panicked as he looks at Young-woo and then suddenly remembering that they are not alone, looks away only to slowly bring his gaze back to her, it's a real struggle to look away from the spectacle in front of him.

His head and his heart- or perhaps something else are clearly at war.

"Jun-ho ssi? Are you okay? You did not finish your sentence, what happened to the kitten that you found? Did you bring it to a shelter?"

"I...no...yes....I don't know."

Young-woo pouts her lip in confusion, pushing them out in a way that even distracts her with her pink fullness. Then she goes for the kill, picking up the latte that they purchased just for this moment.

There is whipped cream decorating the top in lavish swirls and without pausing Young-woo pokes out her little tongue and swipes at the white foam delicately, humming at the sweetness before swallowing while looking right at Jun-ho.

If looks could kill. Jun-ho might need a lawyer right now.

He looks bothered in all fashions. She almost feels like a voyeur watching them but she has to see this through.

Jun-ho has no chance, he's not even trying to hide it now. Looking at Young-woo in a manner that's not at all safe for work and then he's suddenly bolting up and giving them some excuse about something he forgot to do before running away.

"Was that good? Do you think it worked?"

"Oh. You were great. He looked like he was going to jump you."

"...... And that is good?"

"Definitely."

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"You should have seen his face. It was perfect, everything is going just like we plann-"

She cuts herself off as she turns the corner, hiding as she sees Jun-ho backing Young-woo into a wall. They look lost in their own world as usual.

"Geurami. I'll call you back okay? I think our Young-woo is going off script."

She hangs up on the other girl's high pitched scream, moving closer to the couple but remaining hidden. She's just worried about Young-woo as soon as she confirms that she's alright then she'll leave.

"Attorney Woo, what are you trying to do to me?"

Oh, starting off with a bang huh? At least he wasn't a complete coward.

"I don't understand what you mean. Right now I'm trying to go home and you are stopping me. I don't think I'm doing anything to you." Young-woo replies straight laced, calmly staring up at him.

Jun-ho scoffs before stepping even closer.

"I know you're doing it in purpose. You're trying to bother me."

Damn he was sharp. They hadn't quite planned for this. She's nervous for Young-woo who has no practice to reply to his accusation.

"So?"

She almost falls over at the answer completely taken off guard.

Jun-ho sounds as perplexed as she feels.

"What? So? That's all you have to say after torturing me all day?"

"Mmhmm. You tortured me first. It was merely retaliation. I was the victim first."

"I did? What did I do to torture you?"

Mentally she screams at Young-woo not to answer that, he's trying to steal the high ground she can tell that a mile away.

But Young-woo answers, "You always mention when you are taking a shower. You keep putting your arms where I can see them and you make sure that they brush against me when we are walking."

Jun-ho's face melts into something dark and sweet an expression she did not expect him capable of.

"Those things bothered you?"

"Yes."

He smirks easily, moving even closer until there's no where left for Young-woo to retreat to.

"In a good way or a bad way?"

Young-woo sputters blinking up at him lost before she takes a deep breath and looks away.

"I plead the fifth."

This time she can't stop her giggle, slapping her hand over her stupid mouth. But neither one of them seems bothered by someone's possible presence too lost in each other.

"How about we can a truce then? I'll stop if you stop."

"Yes, that seems fair."

"Okay, should we shake on it?" Jun-ho offers and Young-woo looks reasonably hesitant but he continues, "That's how most deals are sealed. It makes it official."

He smiles at her before sticking out a large palm.

After a moment, Young-woo shakes it with her thumb and index finger.

She starts to move away but sudden movement catches her eyes and she sees Jun-ho lean down and bring his lips close to Young-woo's ears. She can't hear what he says from her distance but the woman in question turns pinker than she's ever seen her before Jun-ho moves away and takes his leave.

She waits until he's completely gone before coming out of hiding.

"What? What did he say? Are you okay? You're so red."

She watches at Young-woo cutely brings her hands up to her cheeks, and waits impatiently for a reply.

"Nothing. I have to go."

She stares in shock at Young-woo's fleeing back.

Well it was nice to know she was capable of lying when she needed to at least.

She walks away too, eager to call Geurami and update her on their mission.

-----

She can't fall asleep. Nothing works. Not reciting the different types of whales. Or the Korean code of law. Or even counting sheep as she's heard others do.

Nothing can clear her racing mind.

Or heart.

His words keep playing on loop in her head.

"I already want to kiss you so badly, you don't need to do anything to tease me. Just seeing you is a tease for me. Don't tempt a man on the edge Young-woo."

She gulps, fanning herself at the mere memory.

Maybe she should sleep with her window open.

And a fan.

[bucksfucks]

           amorosa // steve rogers

         chapter two: seal the deal

    chapter one // chapter two // chapter three

                    chapter four // chapter five

              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

                             main masterlist

summary || after setting up a date with steve you fight back the urge to bail on account of your nerves. an agreement is reached and despite all odds, steve makes you feel relaxed and calm before you’re welcoming him back to your apartment after the night is almost over.

pairing || sugar daddy!steve x reader

word count || 3,111 words

warnings || financial struggles, sugar daddy dynamics, undefined age gap, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, heavy daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

     You didn't know what to expect. You had never done something like this before. 

     As you rummaged through your closet, groaning at the struggle of finding something decent for tonight. You didn't own anything that would match what Steve was wearing, you barely had time to go out as it is.

    Not to mention your financial situation didn't exactly let you splurge on the finer things in life, your phone screen had been cracked for over half a year. You'd been meaning to get it fixed, but you could never justify dropping more than a hundred dollars on something that still technically worked. 

    Your mind flashed back to when Steve dropped the hundred on the bar like it was nothing. Suddenly you felt self-conscious, knowing you weren't nearly good enough to be going out with a man like Steve Rogers, Vice President of Stark Industries. 

    Professional or not, people would be talking and giving you odd glances. 

    You settled on a comfortable, sleek pair of straight cut pants and a simple blouse. Steve had decided on a steakhouse, a steakhouse of all places for a single drink as he put it last night. Another groan as you slipped on the uncomfortable and only pair of heels you owned. 

    A simple black open-toed shoe matched your outfit enough before you grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. 

    The Uber would be here soon enough and while spending thirty dollars on a car ride to a place you'd have to try not to stick out like a sore thumb, the subway in heels just wasn't an option. 

    The entire ride there your leg couldn't stop bouncing, no matter how much you willed yourself to calm down, nothing seemed to help as you left the modest looking part of the city only to enter into an entirely different world. 

    Luxury brand stores lined the streets, expensive cars parked at their side as your stomach flipped at some of the sights. 

    You didn't fit in here, you were sure your driver was just as confused as you as they kept driving deeper into the city. 

    "Have a good night," he bid you as you thanked him, shutting the car door and letting the late summer breeze billow around you as you looked up at the restaurant in front of you. 

    Bluefin read in a fluorescent blue light as you shook your head, laughing at the ridiculous situation you were in. You pulled at the door, it was heavy and tall before a hostess prompted you. 

    "Do you have a reservation with us, miss?" She asked, eying you up and down as if she knew that you were a fraud, like you didn't belong; and she wasn't wrong. 

    "I uh, have one with Mr. Rogers." You stumbled over your words trying to sound as confident as possible. She nodded her head politely, asking you to follow her before she swiftly turned to lead you through the maze of tables. 

    You took in your surroundings, the dozens of chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the gold plated booths and shimmering table legs. It was safe to say that this place was way out of your comfort zone. 

    "Mr. Rogers, your guest for the evening," she spoke sweetly, throwing you a small smile as Steve got up to greet you. He placed a kiss on each of your cheeks, the action causing your body to flush as his beard grazed your skin. 

    He smelled exactly like he did last night, though this time it wasn't as subtle. He smelled fresh and clean and you could get lost in those same dashing blue eyes again.

    "I'm glad to see you again." Steve smiles, helping you into the booth before sliding in beside you. It was a very intimate space, his shoulder pressed against your as you placed your purse beside you. 

    Two menus were already placed in front of you, two glasses of water alongside a pitcher in the middle as you fiddled with your thumbs in your lap. Could he tell how nervous you were? 

    "It's nice to see you too," you managed to finally spit out as Steve smiled sweetly, he turned his body slightly so he was facing you, "this place has great seafood, I really recommend the crab cakes." 

    Your eyes lit up at the word food, you had been so nervous that it had barely crossed your mind. A waiter soon approached the table, "can I get you guys anything to drink?" 

    You felt like it should be you serving Steve, instead you just shook your head, "I'm okay with just water." You answered truthfully before Steve smirked. 

    "We'll take a bottle of champagne for the table, preferably rosé from 2012." It sounded like he was speaking an entirely different language. To you, wine was wine, if it got you drunk, it was good. 

    The waiter nodded his head, turning around to leave you both alone. You took a sip of your water when you noticed just how dry your throat was. Steve opened his menu and you followed suit before your eyes ran down the various dishes. 

     Everything sounded good and you heard your stomach grumble at the thought of the crab cakes and maybe even the butternut squash ravioli. Then your eyes ran to the prices, your heart palpated at the thought of them. 

    "Dinner's on me tonight, get whatever you'd like." It's like Steve had heard your internal monologue and decided to put an end to it. You were thankful for that, a wave of relief washing over you as his soft features made you feel safe. 

    "Thank you, really. I don't think I've ever eaten anywhere nearly this fancy," you joked, hoping the humour would absolve you of your awkwardness. Steve chuckled, low and deep as the waiter came with the champagne. 

    It was popped then poured into the flutes and placed in ice before Steve picked his up. 

    "To new beginnings," he spoke. You picked up yours, "to new beginnings," you repeated his words, gently clinking the two glasses together before taking a sip. 

    You had never been a fan of champagne, but this one wasn't too dry nor was it too sweet. It was light and fruity and soon enough you knew it would be enough to quell the nerves. 

    When the food arrived at the table, the conversation seemed to flow much more naturally. Steve didn't say much, asking a question and letting you answer as he got to know you. You found yourself sneaking subtle glances in his direction, admiring his side profile or just how close he was to you. 

    As the bottle of champagne was nearly empty, you felt much lighter as giggles fell past your lips. You had leaned into Steve a little more as the night progressed, his large hand falling to your thigh. 

    "So," the faint echo of your giggle was still heard as Steve's expression turned to a much more serious one. "I think we should discuss our… business opportunity." And just like that, you had sobered up. 

    You nodded your head as Steve cleared his throat. 

    "I'd like for you to join me for things like these. Dinner, company events, fundraisers, yearly ski trips to the alps, you know, the boring stuff." You nearly guffawed at his words. The boring stuff? A trip to the alps? Boring? You could barely believe it. 

    Still, you nodded your head, a silent sign for him to continue. 

    "In return, I'll take care of all your bills and expenses. You'll have plenty of petty cash, we'll call it," he smirked. "All I ask is for your company." He concludes and you swallow, taking it all in. 

    "When you say company, do you mean… " You trailed off, not sure how to delicately ask him if he wanted to fuck you or not. 

    Steve leaned in, his face inches from yours as he squeezed your thigh, "that's exactly what I mean, Princess." 

    The pet-name caused your stomach to somersault as your breath got hitched in your throat. You're not sure if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or if this was just the effect he had on people. 

    Probably a mix of both. 

    Whatever it was, it caused you to wring your hands in his collar as you crashed your lips onto his. He didn't hesitate, not even for a second as his hands went to cup your face. The kiss left you breathless, spinning, and feeling like you were floating. 

    "Is that a yes?" He asks cheekily and you can't find the words, all you can do is nod your head before Steve is forced to drop your face as the waiter brings him the check. 

    You readjust yourself in your seat, one leg on top of the other as you close your eyes to steady your breathing. 

    Steve grabbed his leather wallet, pulling out a flashy black credit card and handing it to the poor man doing his job without any regard. You bit your lip at the interaction, someone with his money and power, it made the throbbing between your legs only worse. 

    "Let me drive you home." Steve whispered meeting your eyes as you nodded, "oh it's okay, I can just take the train back." You said politely and while you didn't want to, you sure as hell couldn't afford another Uber trip. 

    It's not like you didn't want to take him up on his offer either, truthfully, you weren't sure how you were going to react all alone with Steve. 

    You don't fuck on the first date, but for Steve, hell you'd let him take you in the bathroom of this restaurant. God knows it's probably better maintained than your building. 

    "Please? I don't want you alone on the train at this hour, you'd have me worrying all night and I don't think you'd wanna upset me like that." There was a sultry undertone in his words as his lips twitched into a smirk. 

    You nodded your head, "yes, okay, thank you Steve." 

    When you stepped into the now cool late night summer air a shiver ran down your spine as the valet went to grab Steve's car. You stayed silent, kicking a pebble with your toe as you tried your best not to shiver. 

    You felt Steve drape his suit jacket over your shoulders, "chilly night, huh?" He joked, as you hugged it around yourself. This man was full of secrets, secrets you wanted to learn to lock away in your own mind. 

    "Here you are Mr. Rogers, have a great night." The valet said, acknowledging you both as he opened the passenger side door for you. You slipped into the warm car, an Audi, you recognized the four rings on the steering wheel as Steve got in. 

    The car was quiet, city nose becoming nonexistent as he put it in drive. 

    "Where am I going?" He asked, pulling out of the restaurant parking lot and into the bustling New York City streets. 

    "Queens," you said, admiring the lights outside of your window as Steve chuckled, "no way, I grew up in Brooklyn." Steve commented as you turned your head. 

    That surprised you. A guy like him? From Brooklyn? You guess you should've known by his subtle accent, but it made you smile as Steve continued his way to your apartment. 

    "Well, uh, thank you for dinner, Steve. Really, it was the best food of my life." You chuckled as he returned your smile. "It was my pleasure, you're good company." He joked, squeezing your thigh as a new wave of arousal running through you. 

    You both sat in somewhat awkward silence as you grabbed your keys from your bag, clutching them in your hand. 

    "Do you maybe wanna come up for a cup of coffee? Or tea? I don't really have much to offer." You chuckled, as he smiled, “that sounds lovely." 

    Steve followed you to the front of your building, the old, paint chipped door creaking open before you pressed the elevator button that only illuminated on good days. 

    Today was not that day. 

    You tapped your foot as you watched the numbers descent until the L appeared on the small screen, the bell dinging. You got into it silently, the only sound was your heels against the stained flooring and the electrical whirring of the elevator. 

    Steve kept a respectable distance, his shoulder brushing yours as the elevator car moved up to the eleventh floor. 

    You stuck your key into your lock, jamming it upwards as you fiddled to find the sweet spot before you managed to push the door open, "home sweet home." 

    The apartment was small, a little over five-hundred square feet, but it was more than enough for you. You decorated it with plants and art you'd find at your local markets. It felt cozy and like home, but you knew it was nothing compared to what Steve was used to. 

    You didn't bother turning on any of the main lights, a small light in the kitchen was all you needed as you were finally able to kick off your heels. You dropped to your true height, having to crane your neck upwards to meet Steve's eyes. 

    It was in this moment that you realized just how massive he was. Broad shoulders and long legs held him upright as his now darkened eyes looked you up and down. You had forgotten all about the coffee as you felt his gaze all over you. 

    "You look stunning," he whispered, stepping closer to you. "Words just don’t do justice." He added, snaking an arm around your waist. 

    "Let me show you just how beautiful you are to me." He breathed, mouth close to your ear as you gasped, nodding your head. 

    "Oh, Steve, please." You whimpered, your hands going to rest on his shoulders as he pulled you flush against his body. You could feel him hardening through his dress pants, pressed tightly against your hip. 

    "Call me Daddy tonight, Princess." Steve purred as your stomach flipped before his lips were back on yours. He tasted like the remnants of the champagne as his tongue explored your mouth. 

    "Daddy," you gasped, his lips working his way down your neck as he pushed you further into your apartment. You yelped when he tossed you onto the bed, the moonlight streaming through your curtains and onto the sheets. 

    "That's my good girl, you're bein' so good for Daddy." His praise sends goosebumps over your skin as his fingers begin working on your blouse. You can sense the urgency in his actions, both of your hands having one goal in mind; remove any and all clothing. 

    You barely have any time to stop and admire Steve's build. He's toned, lean and fit and you already love the faint chest hair as he works on your bra. It's discarded soon after, your panties being yanked off before Steve's standing naked in front of you. 

    "Fuck," it's a breath that falls from Steve's lips as he's right back on top of you. His nose traces down your chest, his mouth paying equal attention to both of your nipples before his mouth is floating above where you need him most. 

    Neatly decorated hair covers your mound as Steve places your legs over his large shoulders, spreading you open in front of him as he lets out a low groan. 

    "Princess, you're so wet. Is this all for me? Is this why you've been so squirmy during dinner?" He smirks, his question rhetorical as he uses his fingers to spread your lips open. 

    Your hips are bucking, fists around your sheets as you whine. Steve's tongue is wide and warm against you when it finally connects with you. A lewd moan slips past your lips when he swirls it tightly around your clit. 

    The attention to detail is mind blowing, his fingers slowly slipping inside of you as he works you open. There's nowhere in the world you'd rather be than right here with Steve's face buried between your thighs. 

    "You taste so sweet, Princess." He hums, moaning around you as your fingers tangle in his once neatly styled hair. You tug on the locks, a low groan in response that spreads warmth through your body. 

    "Daddy, pl-please, wanna cum." You're lost in the sensation of his fingers scissoring you open, his tongue flicking tight figure-eights over your clit. 

    "Cum for Daddy, Princess, cum all over my face." He growls, curling his fingers deep inside of you, breaking the coil as your back arches off the bed. 

    You feel like you've just ran a marathon, lungs aching for oxygen, and he hadn't even gotten his cock yet. 

    "Hands and knees, Princess. Show Daddy your ass," he growls, flipping you over as you prop yourself up on shaky knees. You're mewling, wanton and burning to feel how his cock will fill you up. 

    The bed shifts under Steve’s weight as his fingers dig lightly into the flesh of your waist, positioning your hips as his cock nudges your entrance. 

    “You think you’re ready for my cock, Princess?” He taunts as you wiggle your hips against him as he chuckles deeply from within his chest before slowly sinking into you. 

    You both moan at the sensation, your warm walls gripping around him as he stretches you out. 

    “Takin’ Daddy’s cock so well Princess—fuck, feels so good.” Steve grunts, his hips snapping against yours with a force that has you falling face first into the pillows. 

    His one hand goes to rest between your shoulder blades, keeping you planted firmly against the bed as he fucks you deep into your worn out mattress. 

    Your moans are muffled, you're thankful for the position considering your walls are paper thin and you'd rather not have your eighty-five year old neighbour Darleen hear about the mind-blowing sex you were currently engaged in. 

    "You gonna cum for Daddy again? Make a mess over his cock, hmm?" He whispers in your ear, voice hoarse and gravelly as your toes curl and you're cumming again for him. 

    Steve pulls out, fisting his cock in his hands before you're feeling his hot cum painting your back as you're reeling at the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

    You're pulled out of your post-orgasmic bliss when you feel Steve cleaning you up with what? You don't care, you'd do laundry tomorrow, throw it away, all you wanted was to feel Steve's arms around you. 

    He falls back into bed with you, his gentle eyes meeting yours as he chuckles, "if that doesn't seal the deal, I don't know what will."

tagging // @jennmurawski13 | @nakedrogers

any and all feedback is always appreciated! <3

[abbinurmel]

American Politics in general I've noticed really is metaphorically very often a lot like having a broken down car in a garage.

A bunch of family members are all aggravated because there was a huge holiday road trip planned to Grandma's and the calendar deadline is coming ever closer; and they are just stuck with this one family minivan. And so, they're all messily debating back and forth for months on end, what is to be done about this van, what is the root issue at the middle of the car trouble, or what could be used as a last minute alternate vehicle instead... And some of them know a lot about cars, and some of them don't, but either way, they all know they are on a tight budget, and pressed for time, and instead of cool heads coming together to find a solution they're constantly arguing about unrelated things and going off topic while sorting the details about the budget, or how to fix the car. Maybe they should seek a higher authority and take it to a mechanic, no no, that'll just end up having us be broke/manipulated and helpless!-they should save time and money by tinkering themself in the garage- NO NO!- they should they ask a neighbor for help, ask the neighbors for their car, are you kidding, we can't become reliant on THEM, then we owe them a favor and we don't wanna look weak and needy- perhaps should they try to lease a new vehicle...are you crazy??...does the problem stem from a piss poor engine from the 1970s or does it just need some TLC, some antifreeze and a tune up, NO NO NO, now listen to me, perhaps we should tell Grandma we need to postpone(- WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!!) ...Fine. I took a look under the hood and I didn't see anything wrong, the van is fine. We can drive it to California and-NO that's a RISK those brakes needed changing ages ago!-This is all your fault, not saving up for a better car! Well maybe if we....if we...and so on. There's obviously some kind of layered, nuanced issue, with all the above and everyone is trying to generally keep their shit together, as keeping sane and polite is the obvious best way to get things done, but most are doing poorly at it....

MEANWHILE; in the middle of all this deadlocked chaotic squabble, the youngest naive well meaning child toddles in from their room upstairs. He keeps tugging on their sleeves, nagging for someone's attention. When they finally give in, and say "What is it Little Timmy?" the bright eyed kid just asks:

"WOULDN'T IT BE BETTER IF WE JUST ALL RODE TO GRANDMA ON **BIKES**???🙃" (The parents eyeroll, the eldest sibling rudely scoffs, while another one shakes their head doting.)

"...Yeah Timmy. That's real nice." sighs Mom. "-Now go play upstairs." He doesn't go away. Timmy insists they must pay attention to his views. This is like, real, real good childhood wisdom, after all. They need to appreciate his deep sage ideas nobody else has ever had. ...And the adults, meanwhile, they are tired, so tired, of this entire fucking conversation. They'd like to move on, but can't. They all wish it was that simple. But they need a car. They've all been arguing for so so so long, about not just the car, but nearly everything else, by this point. It has been a few centuries. And there's clearly many other personal agendas, and inner social tensions, at stake. But the kid's too innocent to understand that. He's not willing to succumb to any moral compromise, or aware of nuance or mundane adult stresses; and is too unemphatic/ black and white in his manner of thinking at this current age, because he hasn't really experienced life. He doesn't know or care about the difference between standing up for Principles vs. analyzing reality and careful formulating an actual strategy to implement them yet and knowing what the possible social pros and cons of that event may be as a result.

Maybe he will hopefully someday.

But for now: all he knows how to do is is say-

"B-But BUT BUT; I *LIKE* RIDING BIKES!"

"Yes Tim."

"-NO mom doncha see IT'S BETTER FOR EVERYBODY!....WE COULD ALL GET HEALTHIER TOGETHER. IT'S BETTER FOR THE ENVIRONMENT, AND-"

"Yes, look, Lil Hypothetical Timmy, that's all very true," Mom kindly sighs, with great aggravated patience. "But sweetheart, we're not in good shape. We're not made for biking every single day. Or riding to Grandma's, who lives 6 hours away."

"WHY NOT!*

"Because we aren't trained to. Not everywhere has bike roads. And your father's lazy-" The husband glares over at her. ("Sharon-"...)

"BUT! People on TV, they do it, and in France, THEY all do it!...."

"Look, honey- those people usually are athletes. They have different bodies. Maybe it"s easier for them to do it in France, but we aren't France, we hace different roads and even the French need to sometimes drive cars too. Yes we should care about exercise and cleaning the air. Maybe we can keep trying to get better. But dropping the car now is not practical, we're just not cut out for only bike riding, and-...."

The dad and all the other gathered relatives eye the mom and kid accusingly for wasting time. Some crack jokes because they are smugly bemused/secretly eating popcorn pleased by the total derailing of this entire conversation, as some of them never wanted the family road trip to Grandma to happen in the first place. A few don't even like much of the family as a whole, and just either personally dgaf about the situation or simply are the sorta ass who basks in pure chaos so long as it doesn't affect them.

"But MOMmm, we COULD be riding bikes! :(" the kid continues to whine. "WE COULD TRAIN, HONEST, WE COULD GET REALLY REALLY GOOD, IF I PRACTICED EVERY DAY, I really could! I am strong!-"

"I know honey..."

"IF WE JUST SOLD THE CAR, GOT A BUNCH OF REALLY *GOOD* BIKES, AND WE PRACTICED EVERY DAY, IT COULD BE FUN, AND-"

"Look sweetie. Just go play upstairs."

"BUT!"

"Look, son, that's a real lovely sentiment, but it's not realistic. Your dad's 47, he's in no shape to undertake such things. Even if we did take our summer roadtrip that way, mommy has to go to work all the way up in the city. It's not safe or easy to bike there, it's too far. We need the family van to work. Your brother Joey has furniture that he has to take up to college and- Look, just head back upstairs"

"BUT MOMMMMM"

"Timmy," the Dad barks growing aggravated. "Taking bikes everywhere is nice, yes. Maybe we can buy you a new bike for Christmas or your next birthday. Or next time mommy ever decides she wants to go someplace nice close by as a family, instead of sleeping with one of the lobbyists next door. But we can't bike to Grandma's and we can't afford a plane. We need right now a car. That's just the way it is."

"WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY EVER *LISTEN TO ME!!?* WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY *CARE* ABOUT *FIXING THINGS?* 😭😭😭 You do not even LOVE me, DO YOU?! YOU DON'T CARE about saving the environment at all, DO YOU!?"

"(Ohferchrissake-)"

"IT'S NOT *FAIR!!!!* I don't even care about Grandma's! THIS FAMILY SUCKS! It is literally THE WORST. FAMILY. EVER!! I'M RUNNING AWAY. THAT'LL SHOW YOU! RRMMPH!"

Timmy dashes off in a pre-pubescent angsty huff and slams the door. Just for the extra emphasis, he slams it thrice more, to make sure you heard it.

Then after tweeting/sobbing his poor idealistic 10 year old wee heart out for about 2 minutes, Timmy immediately gets distracted by playing Minecraft or Roblox while the family tiredly sighs and returns to the endless weary discussion at hand.

Timmy continues on meanwhile resenting his objectively quite imperfect yet still extremely materially pampered life he has; both in justifiable and absurdly unjustified ways; and it's universally agreed by all parties later on as Timmy develops into an adult that he is in a bad need of therapy as well as probably everyone else who hasn't already died yet.

What nobody understands about American politics is that creating a third party big enough to compete with the top two is a project that would take at least ten to twenty years, meaning it would still not be viable for decades worth of elections. It would have to be built up slowly and steadily first for all that time. Currently there are none who can get even 1% of the vote. They're jokes. Addiction parties exist only as a kind of nice gesture and tradition right now, barely getting news coverage other than novel curiosities.

In some other countries you can vote for your "preferred" choice and if they lose, your vote goes to your backup choices. Not in America. You get one vote for one guy and if they lose your vote evaporates.

Also, the electorates get the majority voting power and even if everyone in a district voted for a third party, every electorate is dedicated to voting either Republican or Democrat and will still do so.

[healpeony]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 | 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐭. 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈. 𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; After having that little talk with Armin in the party, Y/n just have to remind Eren who he belongs to.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 + 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; mature, 18+, series, fanfiction.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; Profane, reader gets called mistress, slapping, degradation, vaginal penetrative sex, hand job, edging, pet names, alcohol, sub Eren, dom reader.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3.5k

Notes; this took longer to write than I expected, I wanted to try and use new words and not the same ones each time so it was a little difficult xd. I hope you guys enjoy reading it. sorry for any mistakes.

THE RESTING BITCH FACE THAT YOU HAD wasn't caused by the loud music that was going on in the party busting loud through the speakers, it was the fact that Armin was speaking to Eren making those lovely (and lust) filled eyes that the brunette failed to notice. You hated how the blonde looked at Eren, couldn't Armin understand that Eren was yours?

"Y/n, are you listening?"

The sudden sound of your name coming out of Eren's mouth took your attention away from Armin — who you realize was making eye contact with you returning the same look you were giving him — Eren of course not noticing. Turning towards the teal eyed boy, you stared at him with an apologetic look for not having heard him.

"Sorry, what was that, love? I didn't quite catch it"

"Armin was asking if you would like a refill of wine?" Eren asked putting an arm around your smaller frame

"Sure, Armin!"

You smiled, a little too sweet. Armin returned the same smile before looking at Eren "What would you like?" his voice as soft as a feather

imbecile.

"I want a glass of whis-"

"I think that is enough Eren, you have drunk way too much already"

Eren was about to protest, but when you gave him a stern look it made him shut up immediately. Armin didn't fail to notice this, softly humming at the realization — Eren was submissive towards you despite his stubborn and dom energy infront of others.

"I'll get the drinks for us then" Armin said before leaving the you both alone

"Y/n...." Eren whined "Why can't I drink?!"

"Because I said so, don't get started with that bratty attitude"

"But I just had two glasses of whiskey! That is not even a lot.." he continued "You can't always tell me what to d—"

You didn't bother to look around to make sure nobody was watching — before you grabbed both side of Eren's cheeks squeezing them with one hand. You were already angry enough and here Eren was making that emotion grow with that attitude of his.

"If you don't stop right this instant, you're going to be punished right here" you told him through gritted teeth

Eren immediately shut up, only opening his mouth to let out a submissive "Sorry mistress" hanging his head low when you let go of his face

"Good boy" you murmured, taking his face in both of your hands more gently than before and kissing him sweetly on the lips

"I'm going to check if Armin needs any help"

You were absolutely not going to let that happen. The thought of Eren alone with that man made you feel something so pathetic and childish, Jealousy why would you feel that, when the blonde can't never take Eren away from you.

Eren did not feel the same for Armin. That was what you kept telling yourself.

"I'll check, you stay here"

You stood up walking towards the kitchen passing by a lot of the drunk young adults. The smell was disgusting, you obviously expected that since the party have been going on since the afternoon and it was already night outside. Sasha sure loved planning long lasting parties, it has happened two times this month.

As you neared the kitchen you caught a glimpse of the unmistakable blonde man, he was pushing people out of his way with just a glare to get to the cabinet where the wines were located, the sleeves of his button up shirt were pushed up to his elbows.

Armin Arlert was an attractive man, anyone was lying if they said he wasn't, including you. Most of the time half of his blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, some strands falling on his face making his beautiful — yet intimidating to some — ocean eyes stand out, his signature colors being black and dark blue, those colors did made him more handsome then he already was, always making even the smallest of his features stand out.

"Are you going to stand there and glare at me forever or what?"

You rolled your eyes at the man, walking around to the other side of the kitchen counter where he was pouring some whiskey for himself while your already filled glass of wine seated in the counter. You took it bringing the blood red drink towards your lips while looking right into Armin's eyes.

You loved drinking wine, you had always liked the bittersweet taste it had and no matter how much glasses of wine you drank, it never made you that drunk. You were used to it by now.

"So what are you doing here?" he rested his hip against the counter, one arm crossed around his chest with his whiskey in the other hand

"To help, well Eren wanted to come. We both know you didn't need help bringing Whiskey and wine"

You knew exactly what Eren really wanted, you know your brunette lover like the back of your hand. For you he was an open book, It was stupid on his part to assume you didn't know why he wanted to go into the kitchen.

When the boy wanted something he was way too stubborn to let anyone tell him no, including you. He wanted to come and drink the whiskey in the kitchen while you waited for them to return in the living room couch.

Armin studied you while you were lost in the sea of thoughts, you were so easy to read even when you thought otherwise, he knew how much you disliked him and how you wanted him far away from Eren — that obviously wasn't going to happen, he knew Eren first, if anybody had to leave it was you — sometimes he would notice how you would get scare of his intimidating aura, and then cover it up with a comment.

That couldn't make him more satisfied, knowing how he can easily get a reaction from you.

"Yeah, pretty smart guy huh?" Armin said sarcastically, a chuckle coming out of his throat before drinking from his whiskey and continuing with a taunting look while gazing at you "tonight he looks really handsome, don't you think?"

He had done this many times before, he would wait until you both were alone and would tell you what he thought of Eren's looks. It was irritating and made your jealousy grow, but you always kept yourself as calm as you could just like in this situation.

"Yeah, he really is. I'm pretty sure a lot of people are jealous that I have him. Don't you think?" you smirked at him, mocking his tone

"Yeah, I'm sure. But Eren isn't an object, you don't own him and you don't have him. He's a human being" this time his voice had gone back that innocent one that made your blood boil and the intimidation seem to have disappear from his eyes

"Please tell me you two aren't fighting again"

You felt stupid. of course that was the reason of his sudden change of demeanor, Eren was there. Armin did this frequently, be talking to you in his “true self” then put up the timid and good boy facade whenever the brunette walked into the room.

"I thought I told you to stay in the living room"

Your voice was low and Eren could clearly hear the anger behind it, you didn't do this often, you would always keep your cool and never let him know about your negative feelings. It was like you wanted him to hear the anger in the tone you used, and that did nothing but scared him.

"Yeah, but you took too long..."

Eren was beginning to regret coming to the kitchen, the glare he was receiving making his knees weak, he wanted to drop down on the floor and humilate himself by apologizing to you over and over like you were his god, but his pride was too big. You mentally smirked in satisfaction when you noticed this, but your eyes remained in a glare, you loved the effect you had on him.

"I think it's getting late, we should go back home right, baby?" you had walked closer to you poor baby, playing with his key necklace

"Y—yeah, I think we should" he anxiously said, Eren knew he couldn't say no to you anyways

"Armin, it was a pleasure to talk to you" you said turning to the blonde and hugging him, whispering in his ear "Don't worry about Eren, he's going to have an incredible time for the rest of the night" you pulled away giving him a smile

You grabbed Eren's arm not giving him a chance to properly say goodbye to Armin, walking him out the kitchen and living room, making sure to avoid any of your friends on the way.

Armin stood in the kitchen holding the glass of whiskey tightly, his lips pressed hard together. Words couldn't describe how much he disliked you, from the moment he met you — since Eren had already told him, he had a crush on you before you two met — to this moment now. But there was something about you that was intoxicating, he found himself doing things that annoyed you on purpose, innocently flirting with the oblivious Eren for example.

The blonde couldn't deny the fact that he felt an attraction towards you, he wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of you, to see you falling apart on his arms — moaning, screaming, crying his name while he fucked submissiveness into you —he wanted to see you begging for him. But he also wanted Eren, the boy looking at him with his teal eyes full of tears, needing his cock, just imagining the boy following his every command made him go hard.

But again, Armin could only imagine what you were going to do with Eren tonight.

Meanwhile you and Eren were already in his car, you in the passenger seat while the latter was in the drivers seat. The ride as been filled with a silence in it, so far only the soft music coming from the radio — which Eren was too nervous to change — made the car ride comfortable, but the tension was still there.

That was until you started humming, which you only did when you needed to calm yourself down.

The two hands Eren had in the steering wheel tightened their grip on it.

"Do you know why I'm mad Eren?"

Your voice was firm, no emotion detected in it. That trait of yours never failed to make him feel small, but he loved the sound of you voice, he found it soo graceful, he felt so lucky to have you as his girlfriend. The fact that he knew what was about to come after they have this conversation, where he explains what he did wrong — made his cock stand up for attention in his pants, he was so ready for you.

"Armin."

"What about Armin?"

He had no idea on how to answer that correctly, you would always complain about the blonde accusing him of acting differently when Eren wasn't there even to the point of saying Armin wanted to fuck him. Of course he didn't believe that, Eren was aware that Armin was an adult, but the blonde would never think of doing that with him — his best friend — he was sure that it was only your overpossesiveness and jealousy.

"He made you mad" the brunette said truly hoping you would like his answer

"How did he made me mad?" you kept pushing, leaning back on your seat vicious eyes looking right at him ready to jump at him at any second while his knuckles became white

"He made you feel jealous, mistress" he elaborated, although he didn't quite understand how him speaking to Armin made you jealous

"Yes he did, what else did you do?"

"I disobeyed a direct order"

"That's right. Now tell me Eren, what happens when you break my rules or make your mistress mad?"

"I get punished."

"You have been such a bad boy, Eren."

"I thought I told you that when I came back from the bathroom that I wanted to see you naked"

You had your hands on your now unclothed hips, a lingerie being the only thing you had on. Eren was laying back on the bed with his underwear still on before he heard your voice and rapidly sitting up.

"I'm so sorry, mistress!"

You tisked shaking your head "What's wrong with you today? You're being soo disobedient..."

Eren stood up from the bed, walking towards you and dropping to his knees, tears in his eyes, he didn't want you to not let him cum tonight.

"I promise to be good for you, I'll do better!"

You bend over grabbing his chin softly stroking it with a sadistic smile, "I'll be soo happy the day I see you being a good boy"

Your teeth made contact with his bottom lip pulling it, Eren moaning at the feeling and smiling up at you when you let go.

"You're so pretty. I love having such a pretty looking thing all to myself.."

"All yours, Eren"

That was the end of the little moment, because of the slap sound coming from your hand making contact with the brunette's cheek.

Eren felt tears already forming in his eyes, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of crying too fast. Hiding his teary eyes from you was useless though, since you took a hold of his hair squatting down behind him.

"Don't think the that would've gotten you a way out of your punishment. You're pathetic" you whispered in his ear, your hot breath fanned over his skin making shivers go down his spine "Take those off for me, kitten" you told him motioning to his underwear while getting back up

Eren stood up taking off his underwear as fast a he could, his cock slapping his pelvis, excitement shooting through his veins for what was about to come.

You looked at him up and down making his cheeks go red, even though you have already seem him like this many times.

"Aww, is my baby blushing?" you pouted taking a hold of his cock making him let out a surprised gasp

"Y—Y/n" he moaned when you started moving your hand up and down, from his tip to his balls

"What was that? What did you called me?" you asked, the pace of your hand being painfully slow, glaring daggers at him while pushing him towards the bed making him sit down

"Mistress, I'm sorry..."

He wished your pace would be faster, you of course continued to torment him keeping the same pace for a while.

"Why are you being like this, Eren?"

"I don't — ahh — understand, mistress."

"Breaking rules, letting Armin flirt with you, everything that you have done today..."

With each said word the pace increased, your hand moving faster making Eren let out loud groans that echoed on the walls of your bedroom.

"Quiet! I have heard your stupid voice more than enough today."

Eren nodded, if you wanted him to shut up you obviously didn't want him to answer verbally.

You were the love of his life, the one person who knew how submissive he actually was. Someone who could give him the relief he needed, but also the one who could add more pressure to him. Someone who showered him with kissed, but also punished him for his bad actions.

You were his balance. The reason behind his now stable life. No matter what happened or how much you two argue, you were always there for each other.

Just like he was there for you to take out your frustrations, by obeying you and comforting you.

Your hand were still on his cock, and your lips were now rather occupied. Biting, sucking and kissing the soft skin of his neck, making sure to leave the marks on places that were noticeable.

Eren was a whimpering mess, gripping your left arm trying to pull you closer, but you ended up freeing your arm and pulling his hair to make him stop from doing it again.

Even though he was a sub, he never submitted completely, always tried to have some control over you thinking that he can just do whatever he wants whenever you're punishing him. He knew it was a lost battle, you never let him feel any power over you. You had the control of his entire body — you decide when he cums, you decide what he calls you, you decide when he should or shouldn't masturbate, you decided what he was going to be looking at, you decided what he should wear.

You were his mistress and he was there to obey you.

"I'm close.." he moaned, his head thrown back

You immediately pulled away, standing up with your tongue licking your fingers taking the remaining of pre cum into your mouth. Eren led out a whine, looking up at you, now he had let the tears fall down freely.

You chuckled shaking your head.

"You seriously didn't think it was going to be that easy, kitten"

"please" he begged "I'll do anything... I will be good, I promise!"

"sure, sure. I don't believe that words speak better than actions crap, Eren. You have to show me that you are going to do better"

You smirked before saying "In the mean time, you should face the consequences of your own actions, don't you think?"

Eren let out a sob as you edged him for the fourth time of the night, his hands and legs were shaking. Tears were running down his faces, some were dry, and some were being kissed away by your lips.

You were now sitting on his cock your hips moving at a agonizingly slow pace, one of your hands was on his cheek caressing the soft skin under his eye with your thumb.

"It's ok now, baby. You can cum” you smiled down at him while the pace of your hips kept getting quicker

“Thank you, mistress... thank you...” he breathlessly keep murmuring the two words while his cum painted the walls deep inside of you

You threw your head back moaning getting off at the feeling of his cum in you. slowly you came down from your high letting out little pants, while Eren did the same trying to catch his breath.

“Are you ok?” you asked pulling yourself off of him, missing the fullness of his cock in you as you did

“Yeah, thank you.” he lazily smiled, his voice husky and eyes fighting to stay open

“Eren, you won't sleep with all that sweat and cum on you. I'mma run you a bath, don't fall asleep” you commanded before standing up from the bed feeling his cum tripping from inside of you and onto your thighs

You look back towards the bed and chuckled when you saw that Eren had closed his eyes most likely already sleeping.

You of course weren't going to allow him to sleep like that still.

Armin looked at the blonde girl under him, the movement of his hips making her boobs jiggle. He didn't even remember her name, he had seen her talking to you a couple of times, she was soo feisty and not easy to get, refusing to even flirt back with him — his manipulative persona did wonders on people, and that's what changed her mind — in some way it reminded him of you, that might be the reason why you two have spoken before.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why he choose her to get his dick wet.

Her pussy was tight barely letting him move and he could only guess that she didn't do this often. He was unsatisfied.

However everytime he looked down at her it wasn't her face he was seeing, it was yours, the moans of his name that she led out were replaced with your own moans — the ones he created in his head when trying to imagine how you sound like — when she scratched his back all he could imagine was your pretty hands and nails doing that to him. And that made him feel good enough.

This has happened before, but what he said next has never occurred and it shocked him as much as it shocked the girl.

“y/n...”

he had moaned your name.

©healpeony 2021

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠; @mallang @namrekcaivel if you want to be added or removed let me know!

[aishiteruuu]

ஐ Him getting jealous over you.

Warnings — Cursing, Jealously, Slight blood warning. Yelling. Mentions of "Plebian" and degrading. Implied Naegami. Insecure Kazuichi. Leon, he basically is his own warning. Slight NSFW. Fluff. Mentions of breaking up. Using of alcohol. Female reader.

WC — 1.5k!

Song rec: Look at my boyfriend - Katrina Stuart ♪ & A-Wall - Loverboy ♪

All characters are of age. Don't nuke my state.

ஐ Characters ; Kazuichi Souda, Leon Kawada, Rantaro Amami.

— Leon ;

Today was your 5th anniversary! You and Leon were out on a boardwalk date! It was such fun. Leon had won you your 5th Duckie plush in a row. Leon was really competitive against anyone who tried to win your heart. Even himself.

"Hey-heyyy! Babyyy! Wanna see me toss this ball all the way to.. that stadium?" He asked, snaking an arm around your waist. You noticed he kept eyeing a duo of boys behind you. "Or maybe we can fly other ways?~"

"Sure! Just.. try and be careful though, ok?" You warned him with a nervous smile, watching him sprint. "You got it, baby!"

~ Leon snickered, winking at the boys behind you. He thought that little stunt would be enough. Wrong.

"Heyyy~ Whatcha doing here alone now? Your boy leave you for dead or sum? That's bad manners. Wanna come with us?" One of the boys asked, putting his elbow on your shoulder. "No thanks. I'm waiting for someone to come back."

"C'mon little lady, We can show you how real gentlemen are.. If you come wit-"

~ You sighed. Seeing a baseball hit one of the boys square in his nose.

"Shit! What the hell?-" The boy panicked, helping his friend up. "Who the hell threw it?!"

"Hm? Whaddya gonna do about it, bitchy-boy?" Leon asked, appearing on the side of him. "I put hands on you, when you put hands on my girl." Leon added, punching the boy's cheek.

You grabbed Leon's arm, and pulled him back. "Leon! You're going to get us arrested!"

"Wow. Can you not? You just got that low leveled Maggot's blood on my Italian leathered shoes." Togami scoffed. "I ought to have all four of you arrested. Especially you, red-head. Your horrible throwing skills hit Naegi."

Naegi sighed. "It was only a graze! I told him it was fine, but he insisted on walking all the way here to-" Togami plucked Naegi's forehead, and shushed him. "Let's not say too much, Makoto."

"..Right. And why should I care? Not like you can put a price on that face anyway." Leon asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"You're one to talk. You have all those holes in your face, I don't know which one Y/n kisses."

"You don't wanna go there, Trust fund." Leon growled, clenching his ringed fist.

"Oh? I'm sure she'd be much obliged to be occupying her time with someone much more.. Presentable, you high-key plebian." Togami shot back, wiping his glasses. "Hasn't anyone told you? Say it. Thy should not spray it." Togami said, taking off his glasses.

"Togami! Let's go! This isn't even our argument. I'll.. drag you if I have too." Naegi said, pulling the boy. "Yeah! Leon, don't engage in this!" You said, holding Leon tighter.

"Fine. Whatever.. I'll sue you later, lizard-breath." Togami said, shifting to hold Naegi's hand.

"..Wow. That was." You sighed, "You're a handful, babe."

"Heh. Be glad you got two hands, baby. Now.. How about you use them for something even more fun?~"

— Kazuichi ;

"Babe?! How are you beating me?!"" Kazuichi asked, swerving in his virtual car. You giggled, teasing him a bit more. "I thought the ultimate mechanic was good with cars?"

"I-I am!! You're just.. Having a fluke streak!!" He smiled back, giving you a playful shove. "I'm gonna beat you!" He slightly shouted, attracting attention.

A boy walked over, putting his quarter against the screen. "Me next. Against the winner." Eventually, Kazuichi scooted to make room for the boy. After 2 minutes, Kazuichi was starting to get anxious after the boys compliments.

"Oh? I didn't know girls could be this good!"

"How about you visit my place so we can play some other games?"

"Heh.. You beat me again and I think I might fall for you~"

~ Kazuichi clenched his fist, but didn't speak up. You noticed. The poor boy can't defend himself quite good yet. So you did it for him.

You paused. "Whoops.. I died! I guess I can't play anymore." You said, walking away. "Hey. Wait. You still have lives left-"

"I said I'm done playing. How about you play with the little kid who's been waiting for a turn?" You added, holding kazuichi's hand. "Let's ditch, babe."

"W-What was that back there..? I c-could've handled it..!" Kazuichi started, holding your hand tighter. "I know. But I did it for you. Now we can play at home!"

"You didn't like the arcade date? The employee, Kenma gave us free snacks- But if it was bad, I'll do better!" Kazuichi shouted, kissing your cheek. "I-I'll show you! We'll even play some better games at home!"

"Hm..? Better games you say?"

— Rantaro ;

"Woah.. Angel, I- You're dressed nice.." Rantaro said, taking your hand. Motorcycle rides with Rantaro were always nice. Sometimes he even let you drive, but today, he was treating you. Anywhere you wanted to go, you were there. "Angel, are you comfortable?"

You hugged his back, and kissed the back of his neck. "Only when I'm with you." Rantaro blushed at the statement, and winked at you.

"We're here, lovely." Rantaro said, helping you off the motorcycle. "Do you wanna wear my skates, or should I find you a pair?" You told him whatever was fine, wrapping your arms around his neck. Rantaro wrapped his arms around his waist, and connected your lips. You both stayed liked this for a good minute or so, before someone cleared their throat, and said..

"I love seeing young love, but.. Kids, there are children around!" The person said, pushing you along. "At least do it inside!"

Rantaro smiled, and gave you another wink. God you loved eachother so much. "Ok lovely, I'll go try and find you a pair of skates. Wait around here for me?"

You nodded, telling him to take his time.

~ Stay his forever.

There was feedback, and then a voice from a speaker.

"Welcome one, welcome all! To the greatest couple's skate of them all! Please find your other half, and get to the skate floor!"

that's when a hand tapped your shoulder. "Oh! Amai-" No. It wasn't.

"Who's that sugarlips? C'mere, we're gonna miss the dance." The boy said, trying to pull you to the floor. He sipped his Styrofoam, and tried to pull you by his side.

"Sorry. I'm not who you're looking for, sir." You told him, pulling away. The boy gripped tighter, and pulled you. Then he slurred, and you fell on top of him.

"Ew.." You said, picking yourself up. When you stood up, you were met with a dough-eyed Rantaro. "Amai!! There you are!"

He was a little quiet before saying.. "I know you might have a connection with him, but, please. Don't break up with me just yet." He said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"Amai. I'd never break up with you. I promise I'd never leave you, My little adventurer." You said, kissing his cheek. "Now let's go skate, yeah?"

Tags: @madamevalkyriee <3

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

Sooo the guys are hanging out with their crush at an empty parking lot, chatting either in the car or on the hood. And the crush just said or did something SO cute and adorable that they just couldn't resist kissing them right then and there! The crush is just: 😳❓... "Alright, so that happened" 🤷🏻‍♀️,laughs it off/ kinda nonchalant about it since they are used to platonic affection. And the boys can't run from their consequences since the crush is their ride home! What's the aftermath?? How awkward is the rest of the hangout or the ride home??

With the selection a la~ 🦉please: Boss, Stretch, Brace , Cash, Mutt, Crow and Gent

Ohhhhhh boy-

You picked some good ones here 👀✨

Boss: His one weakness...cute things. He couldn’t help it. You were just sitting there and staring at him, waiting for him to answer whatever question you happened to ask him when he grabs your chin and leans in for a kiss. It’s short, sweet, and what he thought was full of emotion....so when he leans back and sees you laugh it off he loses his nerve a bit. He clears his throat and quickly recovers, but now he’s a bit worried. He sits very still the entire ride home and stares out the window wondering if you did that on purpose to avoid actually turning him down. (He’ll wait a bit before trying to do something like this again.) 

Stretch: He wasn’t even sure what you both were talking about, but you were just so excited and you’re smile was so cute and....oh stars, he’s kissed you! He pulls back and stares at you wide-eyed, waiting for a response. When you start to laugh he finds himself laughing along with you. “YEah, ToTAlly A PlaTOnic KiSs.” He’s relieved, but also a bit disappointed. The ride back home is extremely uncomfortable for him and you get short one-word answers when you try to talk to him. He’s not sure why, but the growing weight of disappointment in his chest is making him anxious. When he gets home he slams the door behind him and cries right then and there. Poor Stretch. He really thinks he’s messed up. (You’ll have to talk to him to figure out why he’s acting so funny around you.)

Brace: He actually debates with himself in his head as he watches you do a little happy dance when you finally find the cd you were looking for in the car. You had both agreed you could use some music on a chill night like this and....you’re just so amazing?? You’re just sitting there, putting in music, a victorious twinkle in your eye.... The half of him that wants to kiss you ultimately wins and he finds himself leaning over and tapping you on the shoulder. When you turn to him it’s the softest kiss ever and he just stares at you. When you start to laugh it off he’ll actually clarify that he has feelings for you. Looks like you both will have quite the chat the whole drive home....

Cash: This would normally be very on-brand of him to just randomly surprise you with a kiss, but it feels different this time. He’s not sure if he’s just still hopped up on adrenaline after running around the parking lot with you pushing him in a shopping cart like a couple of goofballs, but this calm moment and your goofy smile has him leaning in and kissing you for real this time. And you can’t really mistake this kiss because he doesn’t pull away for a long while. He’ll just straight up tell you he likes you and he’ll be completely comfortable the whole ride home. If you accept then great!... but if you don’t he’ll be disappointed but he won’t get upset with you or anything. 

Rus: You both were probably throwing teasing comments back and forth to be completely honest. He likes messing with his friends a bit, so this isn’t an uncommon occurrence. But once you say a particularly sassy line he’ll straight up pull you closer and start kissing you. If you somehow try to brush that off as a platonic kiss he’ll tell you that it’s not....and kiss you again 😂🤚 He’s another one who doesn’t take rejection too harshly so no matter what you say, the ride home will be fine.

Crow: He actually becomes more open whenever he’s sleepy, so if you’re both out late he might actually just kiss you. No warning, no nothing. Just a kiss. Your awkward laughter will break him out of his sleepy trance and he’ll apologize immediately. He’s very flustered and snippy the entire ride home. Don’t worry, he’s not mad at you, he’s mad at himself for doing that. (You’ll have to tell him you feel the same way/confess if you want him to actually reveal his feelings because he feels like a moron now.)

Gent: There’s...no way you’ll be able to mistake his kiss as platonic unless you blatantly lie to yourself. If you’re having a particularly good time and Gent has a crush on you he’ll totally plan on kissing you before the night is over. When you ask him if he’s ready to go to the car so you can drive him back he’ll nod, offer you his arm, and walk you back to the car. But before you actually get in the car he’ll gently pull on your arm so you’re facing him, cup your cheek, and then he’ll kiss you. This is basically his confession, so if you try to laugh and brush it off he’ll take it as a rejection and be a little more distant with you after that. 

[writer-of-various]

Thank you for blessing our souls with Hudson being overprotective of puppy- I mean Mason 🙌 May I request Hudson being the overprotective big brother he is to Mason? Story can go either way, angst or just pure comedic fluff, I just need big brother Hudson

I think I broke all your hearts a little too much this past week, so let us ride to crack town to have some pure comedic gold and fluff! Also, we all have to agree at one point that Hudson is just overprotective of our beloved puppy eyed boy. Might be OOC-ish, but it's for the story alright.

"Did you hear the news?"

The excitement in Emilia's voice peaked the interest of Hudson, who raised a brow and looked over at the kitchen where the youngest agent sat. Lazar, who they had rescued months ago, leaned over the new table they bought, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"No. What happened?" He asked, and the next words that came out of Emilia's mouth gave Hudson a heart attack.

"Woods purposed to Mason."

Oh. Hell. No.

Hudson slammed down his newspaper and stood up, storming over to the kitchen with quick strides, and he was too pissed to feed his ego at the panicked looks on Emilia and Lazar's faces. The latter leaned back into his seat, his eyes darting side to side as he tried to plan his escape, but Emilia remained calm with an innocent facade.

"What the hell did you just say?" Hudson says lowly, his eyes piercing and dark with emotion; but Emilia remained unfazed.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." He was about to make a remark when Emilia gave him a smug smirk. "Other than Woods proposing to Mason, although of course they sadly can't legalize anything. Hmph, I was looking forward to an actual wedding. Never been to one-" Emilia was rudely cut off by Hudson slamming his fists on the table, the poor object swaying with the harsh action. The young woman watched as Hudson stomped away, waiting until she was sure he was out of earshot before turning her attention to Lazar, grinning madly.

"Well? Where's my $10?" Lazar sighs, reaching into his pant pocket and taking out a folded ten dollar bill. Emilia grabbed it and winked at Lazar, who huffed in mock annoyance.

"You have no fear of Hudson, it's crazy! I was sitting here, nearly pissing my pants while you took on that dare with a smirk!"

"Pssh, Hudson isn't that scary. I've had him yell in my face more than an actual drill sergeant has yelled in Woods' face. Speaking of Frank, I wonder if he's going to be okay." Emilia trails off, her blue eyes shimmering with curiosity and concern. Lazar waved the concern off, a smile tugging up on his lips.

"Woods would be just fine. Those two had many arguments before, I'm sure of it."

Across the safehouse, Woods was working on his car when the garage door slammed open and Hudson lingered at the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he watched Woods.

"Y'know, it's weird to watch people. But I'm sure that's just part of your job, huh? Heh." Woods laughs, but it dies down when he heard no sound. Turning, he raised a brow at Hudson, who simply glared at him from the doorway. "Hey, the hell did I do now?"

"You proposed to Alex?" The words were spat out of his mouth with great difficulty, as Hudson just didn't want to believe that sweet, adorable, smart Mason would actually say yes to Woods. The words also had an affect on Woods, who made a strangled noise as he dropped in wrench in retaliation.

"What? No!" His choice for an answer wasn't one Hudson was looking for.

"Oh? So is Alex not worthy enough? Are you taking advantage of him? I swear to all the entities out there, Frank Woods, I will kill you if you are hurting Puppy!" With each sentence, Hudson took a threatening step forward, and for once Woods was actually startled from the man.

"That's not what I meant, you wet fucking blanket! I love Al, but we just aren't ready to actually get married yet! Jesus man, where the hell did you hear this from?" Hudson's tough facade dimmered as he realized just how bad Bell and Lazar got him. Sure he didn't approve of the relationship between his best friend and Woods (as he just can't understand why Mason would actually date Woods, of all people), but he did want Mason to be happy.

"Just, just ask for my permission when you do decide to propose. And stop calling me a wet blanket, dumbass."

_2 weeks later_

Hudson looked through the pile of unfinished paperwork, his eyes getting heavier as the hours past but he refused to give into exhaustion. He risked a glance at the clock hanging above his desk and groaned at the time: 2300 hours. He was usually asleep before that, around 21-ish hours, but the paperwork came in today and he wanted to just get it done quickly.

The whole safehouse was silent and usually it was a moment Hudson loved but for some reason, tonight felt eerie. He shrugged it off, nearly falling sleep half ways through his paperwork when a pitched noise woke him up. It sounded awfully like a moan...

"F-frank!"

No. No. That can't be Mason. Right? But they share a goddamn room together and they were in fact dating-

Hudson stood up abruptly, his chair falling back but he paid no mind, racing out of his room and across the hall, his hand freezing as it wrapped around the cold metal of the door knob. Was he really about to storm into a room where two people could possibly be involved in a sexual act?

"If it means cockblocking Frank, I'm doing this."

With that, Hudson slammed his body against the door, causing it to groan and fall off its hinges. Just when hebwas about to think about upgrading the clearly weak doors, the sight before him made his stomach churn and blood boil. Woods cursed while Mason make a squeaking noise, trying to raise the thin cover to hide his naked body.

"The fuck, Hudson?!" Woods shouts out angrily, trying to slip on his boxers but Hudson stormed over and pucnhed him, the noise of bone cracking making him feel better for the scene he walked into.

"The hell are you doing?!" It was a stupid question but Hudson couldn't help but feel protective over Mason. Who knows, Woods could be taking advantage of him while he isn't in his right mind. So many dangers there were lurking around, and it didn't help that Adler's enemies had even made a few inappropriate comments about his best friend.

"Jason!" Mason shouts, quickly getting out of the bed to pull him away from Woods, who looked like he was about to unleash some deadly rage any second. "We will talk about this tomorrow, but please just go to your room!" Hudson was about to refuse when those goddamn puppy eyes stared him down and he sighed, taking a step back in defeat.

"Fine. But I better not hear a noise from the both of you. Woods, go to your own bed." With that, he turned on his heel and left, wearing a smug smirk as Woods' curses echoed the hallway. It was his job to protect Mason at all costs, and he'll be damned if he failed again.

Plus, it was fun agitating Woods.

[jackson--t]

The silver tooth

This is a very small 'spinn off' from my story 'hasta mañana' on AO3. Where Heahmund has fun dragging the handcuffed Ivar in a restaurant and Ivar tells Heahmund the story about his silver tooth. Happened some hours after the arrest. Might post this on AO3 aswell.

Words: ~ 2200.

Pairing: Ivar x Heahmund.

Ivar stared at Heahmund, the corners of his mouth pulled down slightly. Heahmund could see that the boy had briefly let his bright eyes slide down to the handcuffs that Heahmund had tightened under the table to keep at least one of the Mexican brat's hands fixed; it was only when the bright eyes turned sullenly and extremely angrily on Heahmund's face again that Heahmund raised his eyebrows.

"This is humiliating." Ivar snarled, but Heahmund only snorted.

"How is it more humiliating than being chained in a car, huh?" Heahmund replied; he waved to a waitress who nodded slightly at him while Ivar clicked his tongue lightly.

"Is this some American way of taking your prisoners out to dinner? What kind of shit is that?" the boy hissed venomously.

Heahmund smiled broadly. "We've been driving across the desert for several hours, and the turf where your Mexican ass belongs is just a little far away. And since you scum can't be left alone in the car - later someone will think you're a whimpering dog that has to be freed because I would have left the air conditioning off - you'll just have to eat with me. I think I'm even nice. They wouldn't even let something like you knock on the glass door."

Ivar bit his lower lip so hard that the skin turned slightly white where his incisors sank in lightly. Anger, Heahmund could see it exactly, and he loved it. They had had a long trip since Heahmund had arrested the drug lord's son - but as it was in the foothills of the Mexican desert, the nearest police station was not just around the corner.

Heahmund had known that people had reacted terribly shocked to his and Ivar's arrival - but he couldn't see himself sitting in a car with that bastard for 24 hours without eating or drinking anything. Especially since the tormentor put his damn feet down on his dashboard every two hours, the crappy white sneakers that Heahmund already hated on principle. The fact that they hurled racist expletives at each other every 20 minutes added to it. Until Heahmund had discovered this dinky little diner on the outskirts of a small desert town and had decided to make Ivar look really stupid for his own amusement and encouragement.

He knew that people knew who Ivar was. They knew rumors, like ghosts, spoken in whispers behind street corners. And even though Heahmund, as an annoyed cop, smelled treachery behind every Mexican face, he had still decided to make this stage out of sheer amusement. And he loved Ivar's hate-distorted face, the rapidly creeping blush on his cheeks as people kept staring at him. Almost like a lion in the zoo.

"I'm not hungry." Ivar growled; his lip had by now released, but his eyes were still narrowed in anger.

"Then don't eat. I honestly don't give a shit if you have something in your stomach. You're half a shirt anyway.", Heahmund replied amusedly, ordering something to drink and eat. Fortunately, the waitress spoke English; he would never have had the nerve to ask that damn bastard for a translation. And even though the waitress turned to Ivar with slightly red cheeks and asked him in a shaky voice in Spanish what he wanted to eat, Ivar didn't look away from Heahmund's face; hate, so much hate. Heahmund's limbs were tingling. The tension between them had increased since the car ride.

"Sólo agua. Eso es todo.", Ivar muttered hoarsely; the waitress nodded and disappeared. Heahmund watched her go, interrupted only by the slight snort that came between him and Ivar. The boy jutted his chin slightly.

"Do you seriously think women like her go for cops?" he said; Heahmund raised his eyebrows. He'd had a hard time getting used to Ivar's hard Spanish accent, even if it did sound exciting in some way. Like everything else in this country. But Ivar was something very special. Something very special bad that Heahmund had been working towards for years. Capturing the son of the Ragnar Lothbrok, the ghost of Mexico, was a brilliant job. He just had to drive this little bastard safely to the precinct, that was all.

"All women like cops."

"They don't."

"They sure do."

"Tss, as if! Especially on you foreigner. Women don't like traitors."

"Women don't like criminals."

Ivar leaned back slightly in the seat; his bright eyes slid over Heahmund's face, then he gave a light snort of laughter.

"Besides, I don't think you’re into women," Ivar said, and Heahmund fixed the stare of his eyes on him. The young Mexican raised his eyebrows slightly, and Heahmund snorted.

"What did you just say?"

"I said you don't like women. You're looking at me like-" Ivar interrupted; the waitress brought the drinks. And just as she was about to set the glass of water down in front of Ivar, Heahmund lightly bumped the tray with a movement, and the glass of water fell. The waitress apologized, while Ivar pressed the back of his head against the padded bench and stared angrily at Heahmund.

"Oops. My mistake. Well, the good water for the poor boy!  Get another glass, will you?" Heahmund said with a smile, and the waitress nodded after removing the grossest dirt. Ivar's eyes literally glowed as Heahmund looked at him again.

"You're an asshole."

"And you’re scum. A chilled drink like that does a world of good," Heahmund retorted; he took a big gulp from his glass of cool iced tea and tried his best to cover a wide grin in his mouth as he saw Ivar's eyes narrow.

"I hope someone shoots you soon," he said.

"You can wish for that when you're in jail, Goldy."

"Why you fucking cop call me Goldy?"

"Because of your skin."

Ivar's mouth dropped open, then shut again; his eyes swept once down Heahmund's body, and he nodded deprecatingly at the cop.

"Racist."

"With you and your family gladly."

"Oh, that was clear. I swear you're going to regret this," Ivar growled. He didn't move away when the waitress placed a new glass of water in front of him while Heahmund got a plate of food. Heahmund immediately started eating, and he noticed after a while that Ivar was looking slightly out the window. The boy did everything but look in Heahmund's direction, and chewed lightly on his lower lip.

Heahmund knew he was hungry. Since the arrest, which had been half a day ago, the boy had eaten nothing and drunk very little. The water glass was half empty, and there was a reflection of the slowly setting sun in the slightly milky glass. Heahmund stared at the glass for a while, then back at the food. He left a little left over, and after a while pushed the plate over to Ivar. "If you want, eat. You Mexicans don't throw anything away and make tacos out of everything."

Ivar's eyes rolled upward, and he snorted deeply. "Can we maybe do without your standard cop jokes about us for a change, huh? A little more civility? One could almost think you're a cop from the gutter.", Ivar snorted, and before Heahmund could take the plate away from him again, he pulled it over to him with his free hand. It wasn't much - but it was already too much by Heahmund's standard. This little rat didn't even deserve the water that was next to the plate.

Ivar ate hastily. And only when Heahmund paid the waitress and unchained Ivar from the bar under the table again, the bright eyes briefly turned to Heahmund, who took the extremely unruly boy hard by the handcuffs and led him away. It did not escape his notice that a deep shade of red was traveling down Ivar's cheeks, up to his cheekbones. He gripped tighter, even as he heard Ivar's slight snort accurately.

Heahmund chained the boy to the open window of the car door, with one arm, and with a soft exhale took a cigarette from his bulletproof vest a few feet away. It took him a while to find his lighter among the guns, pepper spray and other things, but then he lit the cigarette and took a big drag from it. Only after a while did he feel Ivar's burning gaze on him; he turned his eyes to the boy and nodded. Ivar had leaned back against the car door, his arm contorted so that he could stand reasonably well, before nodding to Heahmund as well.

"Can I bum one?" he asked, and Heahmund laughed lightly.

"Aren't you still too young for that? And more importantly, why should I?"

Ivar rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh; his bright eyes pointed at Heahmund's bulletproof vest. "Come on, I can't take another eight hours in that car with your fucking aftershave up my nose. Please."

"If you keep your sneakers off my dashboard, then yeah," Heahmund snorted; he fumbled again for the cigarettes and raised his eyebrows in annoyance.

"Sure."

He lit Ivar's cigarette. Because of the fact that they were a little closer due to the restricted movement, Heahmund could see the fine scar that stood out on Ivar's caramel-colored skin on his cheek; he also smelled it again, that damn sweet smell of copal and lavender. He wrinkled his nose slightly; something silvery flashed at him as Ivar took the first, deep drag from the cigarette and expelled it gleefully into the lukewarm air.

He had seen that silver tooth the first time he had arrested Ivar. With the roar the boy had put on, it had been hard to miss; besides, it was the tooth next to his first four incisors, quite conspicuous. Heahmund took another drag from the cigarette, then nodded over to Ivar, who eyed him the same way. The setting sun bathed everything in a warm light, which reflected perfectly like melted honey on Ivar's face.

"The tooth, that silver one." Heahmund said; he leaned against the car beside the boy, emitting a puff of smoke.

Ivar raised his eyebrows. "What about it?"

"Is that fashion? Or is that some...Mexican bullshit you guys like to do. Like your fucking tattoos."

Ivar snorted. "You have one on the back of your neck yourself, I've seen it. And no, it's not bullshit, fucking asshole." The boy shifted his position slightly; Heahmund knew that the handcuffs were actually a much tighter fit, because they left marks on Ivar's relatively thin wrist.

 "What is it then?"

Ivar was silent for a moment; he fixed his gaze on the setting sun, and again expelled a light haze of smoke.

"It's a gift. I was traveling in Mexico City once, must have been two years ago. A girl almost got hit by a truck she hadn't seen, and her parents were standing too far away. When I pulled her aside, I hit my head on a hard stone wall. My tooth fell out."

"Must have been a baby tooth." Heahmund said as two pairs of narrowed eyes locked onto him; Heahmund laughed lightly. "It's fine, sorry."

"Anyway," Ivar continued; "anyway, the little girl's parents were so grateful to me that they offered to correct it. The father was a dentist. It's white gold, it was worth more than the damn practice. He said actually he had wanted to save that silver tooth for a specific occasion in his own life. But he said his daughter's life was absolutely worth it. And I've had that tooth ever since. It always reminds me of what happened there."

Heahmund exhaled. For a moment, he didn't know what to say - which was extremely rare in his life. He had arrested Ivar to get to his father with him. He wanted to bust the whole family, this whole cartel - but he hadn't expected anything like this. And he wondered for a moment if he should even believe Ivar, because after all he was part of this corrupt and violent family. This merry-go-round of violence and drug dealing, of murders and illegal activities.

But when Heahmund turned his gaze to Ivar, who was still staring towards the sun, the back of his neck prickled slightly. He saw exactly the slight bulge under Ivar's skin at the mouth, the tender bulge, a clear indication that the boy was just running his tongue over the said silver tooth, obviously thinking back to that experience. So, scum could also do good.

Bright eyes locked on Heahmund, and the two looked at each other for a moment. The rays of the sun made Ivar's eyes seem almost silver, and Heahmund's throat went terribly dry for a moment. Pure silver, beautiful, wild silver. Forbidden silver.

"Once I see your dirty sneakers on the dashboard, I'll kick them out the window myself," he said darkly, and Ivar clicked his tongue.

"You would miss me, asshole."

"Tss. No more than you miss rats after they bite you."

"Charming, cop."

"Shut up, dirty little bastard, and you keep your mouth shut on the ride. I don't want to hear a word."

Ivar snorted slightly, and as Heahmund released his handcuffs from the door and almost roughly shoved the boy into the car, their eyes met again.

"Not a word, bastard."

"Pendejo, you fucking gringos are all the same."

That damn accent. Heahmund almost had to bite his fist as he walked to his side of the car to stop the tingling and fire in his veins. After all, he could never and would never allow someone like Ivar to get too close to him.

@youbloodymadgenius (ehm was it really everything written? 😂🙈)

[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

Just like back then

Richie remembered smells.

Many psychologists and psychiatrists, etcetera, bloviated about vision and taste and touch, and how it related to POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER.

That was what they called it. Not Shell Shock. Not Battle Fatigue. post traumatic stress disorder. A pussy hippie word invented by white-coated Harvard professors, who would never know what it was like to fire a shell into the skull of a man, or beat him to death with a rifle. Who would never feel the sear of honorable Agent Orange against his face.

It smelled like blood and mud and the unbearable humidity of the jungle.

***

Richie's hair brushed against his bare shoulders. He wore an olive tank top, his dog tags hanging proudly between his pectorals and glinting in the Florida sun.

A Range Rover slowed down and pulled over in the grassland up ahead. Richie approached, flipping his hair. He smelled the blacktop of the asphalt, stinging his sinuses as he appraised the vehicle.

The car had a They Can't Trick Our Dick bumper sticker. Dick's jowly face stared at him from the bumper, peeling and grinning. Mom had voted for Dick, hadn't she? She would, of course.

The man poked his head out of the cat. He was fleshy, stretched out like a bag of suet. His head was like the tip of a penis, all bald and wet in the sun.

"You need a ride, kid?"

The man's tongue went out to minutely lick his lips as he said kid. Richie stared at his owm reflection in the rearview mirror as he approached. Small faced, faggot faced. Girly. He had his mother's round face, soft and plump-cheeked. Those green eyes his father had cooed over as he cupped his son's face between his soft hands and worked his thumbs over his cheeks. 

"Sure do, cowboy. Headed to Miami." Richie bit his lip subtly as he eyed up the car driver, and within a moment he was in the passenger seat.

They rode onto the highway, and the chickenhawk looked over at him, still sweating. "What are you doing hitching this way?" He said, as foreplay. Richie smiled.

He remembered fleeing the house in Sicily. All of his brothers and sisters. He remembered his first friend that he had met on the bus over to Vietnam. He remembered his friend's guts falling out of him in the first bombardment. 

He remembered the woman. The Vietcong woman with her dark eyes. As he leveled the gun at her, all his mind screamed was that her eyes were just like his father's.

Richie tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and smiled at his driver. 

"Just got tossed around, I guess."

The flat green plains were giving way to palm trees. The skeletons of cigar factories rose above the heavy inland swamp that approached the black asphalt like the legs of a spider.

The far horizon was darkening behind the vast skyscrapers of Miami, dyeing the black steel purple and red.

The chickenhawk pulled over on a dirt road. 

"You know, kid, you owe me something too."

Richie knew what was coming, and knew with a bitter triumph how much his mother would have hated it. That spurred him to lean over the obese man and open his fly.

The trees covered them in a dark veil. Richie could see the distant glimmers of stars over the ocean as he sucked and bobbed on his erection.

The man's face was distorted and tense, his chest heaving as Richie worked between his thighs.

He didn't know when the slight man drew out a hammer from his back pocket.

***

Richard Winslow never thought of his life as blessed, although his mother did. When he won the Purple Heart, Patience put it right on their flawless, polished mantle, above the doctorates and awards of her other children. She had always seen him with a different eye. You look just like my father, Richie.

Not Riccardo, his given name. But Richie. A softly-spoken endearment from the lips of his mother.

***

Richie swung the hammer once. A crater erupted in the man's sweaty forehead.

The man barely had a chance to squeal or gasp. Richie aimed for his hippocampus, slamming the length of rusted iron between his eyes. He slammed it until his skull fractured into a thousand shards and his throat spasmed in gurgles.

He wished the chickenhawk had a bitch with him. Then he could hear her squeals while he shoved his hammer into her eye. And he could pretend that she was his own mother.

When Richie was done with him, his head looked like a soft sack of mushed tomatoes. His brains were dripping over the back of the car seat. His hands were still clenched over the leopard-print steering wheel. He was looking forward to a weekend in Miami, wasn't he? But Richie would be taking his place this time.

Richie got out and opened the driver's side door. He dragged him to the thick canal beside the road, where refuse and rainwater drained. He tossed him in. His bloated white body sunk immediately, and a dozen yellow eyes fixed on it. Dark green tails of alligators swished towards him.

Richie wiped his prints off the wooden handle and tossed it in after him. Then he shoved his hands in the pockets of his camouflage pants and headed back onto the road.

The beaches of Miami were right within his reach.

***

This is very much a remnant of a sequel I planned. 

TW and stuff, this is the 70s. I'm tired poor and busy and I don't really care anymore.

[wann-der-lusst]

Survived in the darkness of the tunnel

by Chabelita Alvarado

I woke up in the morning with the alarm clock. I quickly made a way in the hall to the bathroom. I did my usual routine in the morning and got ready to go to school.

I walked downstairs to eat a quick breakfast with mom and dad. Smiling to myself and munching on the last piece of bacon. I made a way down the sidewalk, the cold air stinging my cheeks, and towards the subway.

I was halfway through my walk to the subway station when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled out my phone, I saw a chat on messenger that came from my annoying best friend.

My best friend, Jane, just told me through chat that Wade Rivas was single. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. That's what she had to tell me?! As if I care.

Well, if there was one thing Jane would wake up this early for, it would be Wade Rivas. Tunasan High School's very own stereotypical badass who just happened to have every female in the school drooling at his feet, and unfortunately that included my best friend. I pity for Jane, poor thing.

I just chatted that "let's see each other at school and spill me the tea".

I slipped my phone back into my pocket smiling at my idiotic excuse for a best friend and looked up to see that I was at the subway station.

Sighing I found myself a seat towards the back as far away from everyone else as possible. I hated when I went out in public and the public was actually there.

It was only after I had sat down and was about to pull out my pair of headphones ready to expertly ignore everyone, that I realized who was sitting right across from me looking like someone had definitely had a bad day.

Sitting there, arms crossed, and dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, was none other than Wade Rivas.

I didn't realize I was staring at him that long until a pair of green eyes met mine, followed by the harshest glare I've received.

Embarrassed, I quickly averted my eyes and turned back to my phone and headphones. My embarrassment turned into curiosity though. Why was he riding the subway? The last time I checked he had a car.

I put my headphones in and played a song of All About You by Taeyeon. I tried to feed my wandering thoughts, and prepare for the thirty-minute ride.

I once glanced over at Wade. He was still staring at me. Although this time that confused expression was no longer on his face. Instead, it was replaced by an amused one.

I didn't buy to talk to him. We've been going to the same school for just about four years, and in all that Wade and I had never crossed paths.

To kill and waste some time, I approached him. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Weren't you just staring at me?" he said. Hmm. His voice, it made sense that many girls admire him.

"I'm not staring, I'm… just… not blinking." I protested.

He shook his head and fixed those eyes on me again.

"Then why were you 'not blinking' at me?

"Why do you care? You used to be girls staring at you." I said. Okay, I admitted that I am quite attractive to him.

"Of course I'm used to girls staring at me. I'm asking why you're staring at me. You don't even throw me a glance at school." Wade said.

That caught me off guard. I was an average girl in the school. So, he knew who I was? I had to remind myself that I didn't care whether he noticed me or not.

"I was just curious." I said bringing myself from my thoughts.

"About?" he prompted.

"Why are you here? Riding the subway I mean. Don't you have a car?"

"That's none of your business." He snapped as he turned to look in the other direction. Woah, a sudden change of his mood. I can't bear him, god.

Aha! He wasn't in a good mood because of his ex. Now I know. I decided to take pity on him. "I'm sorry, I just heard about your, uhm, break up?" I said with sympathy.

"What are you doing Chayo? Why are you trying to be nice?" he said.

Now that really shocked me. I wasn't pretending! It wasn't like I was a mean person. I was nice all the time. Or at least I thought I was. Second thing, I'm shocked he knew my name. We were not uttering a single word to each other through high school and this our first time to casually talk.

"What do you mean, why am I trying to be nice?" I asked, a little offended.

"I mean we haven't said so much as one word to each other throughout high school. Why are you talking to me now? Let alone trying to be nice to me? If I'm not wrong, I was under the impression that you couldn't stand me. If it's just cause you feel for me, don't." he said while completely facing me.

My mouth actually dropped open. What kind of reputation was going around about me?

"It's not that I can't stand you. It's just that I wasn't about to drool at your feet just so I could get a chance to talk to you". I said.

Wade was silent for a moment as he seemed to think this over.

"I don't know why I'm even telling you this, but as crazy as it sounds Amber was the first girl I was really serious about. I mean there was a girl before that but that had about a snowball's chance in hell of happening."

"What? There was a girl that The Wade Rivas didn't have a chance with? I need to meet her and shake her hand." I said, teasing him about that.

First time, we talked like a friend. We'd finally talked and on a subway of all places, kinda strange. However, we were comfortable with each other.

Our conversation interrupted when the subway train suddenly came to stop. The awkward and embarrassing filling caused my body sway to the left and body bumped into Wade's and seeing as my hands were currently shoved into my pockets, I couldn't brace myself for it. So, instead Wade ended up with his hands placed on my arms to keep me from toppling over face first into his lap.

My face heated up. It looked like a tomato.

My moment of embarrassment was changed in fear. Our light mood ended abruptly when the subway doors suddenly slid open and instead of passengers boarding, five masked and hooded figures made their way inside.

They were all wearing dark jeans and hoodies that concealed their faces. Each one carried a black duffle bag. Flirt out of the five figures silently made their way into the other cars leaving just one behind. The lone figure stood in the middle of the subway car and dropped the duffle bag with a loud thud, gaining the attention of all the other passengers.

Silently, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black handgun.

Screams erupted all around me as everyone laid their eyes on the weapon. I sighed in fear, I couldn't believe that this was happening.

I felt the train begin to move again and I let my eyes wander to the left, trying to see through the window into the next car.

I observed all the passengers, they were all afraid. Screams were still ringing out around me and I had to suppress the urge to yell for everybody to shut up.

A gunshot rang throughout the small space causing me to almost jump out of my seat. My ears were ringing and when I looked up to the figure holding the gun in the air with their index finger wrapped around the trigger.

Everyone was silent now.

"Now that I have your attention I'd like to properly introduce myself." The figure pulled off the hood that had been covering their head and face, revealing a creepy flesh colored mask with holes cut out for the eyes and mouth and a shaggy mess of short greasy black hair on top of his head. When he spoke his voice was muffled by the mask but nonetheless I could still hear that it was deep and rough, like a smoker's voice.

"You can call me Rad." He continued.

I frowned at that. What kind of a criminal introduces themselves to their victims? I mean I doubted that if I made it out of this alive and went to the police that they'd have someone named Rad in the system, but still.

"Now first thing first, we need to get a few things straight. Any of you scream again, you die. Simple as that, understand?" He warned.

When no one answered, he shot the gun into the air again causing everyone to jump but no one screamed.

"I guess you all understand. This ride will go by a lot more smoothly if you all just cooperate." He added.

No one dared move suspicious. Wade and I kept our mouth to not say anything for our safety. Rad walked back and forth in the small confined space of the train car, switching the gun from his right hand, to his left, and then back again.

I wondered what he was doing exactly. If he was here to blow people's heads off then why wasn't he? I hated the fact that we were waiting here not knowing what would happen next. As if he could sense my impatience with him, Rad spun around and glared at me through his mask. Or at least I thought he was glaring at me, but I couldn't really tell with the mask on.

"You." Rad said pointing the gun at me.

I froze and clenched my hands into tight fists as I stared wide eyed, not at Rad, but at the barrel of the gun.

"What's your name?" Rad asked.

"Chayo." I said quietly.

"Chayo...Why don't you go ahead and stand up Chayo." Rad said kindly. I hated it when he say my name. I gave an involuntary shudder.

I was about to force myself to stand, even if it was against my better judgement, when I felt Wade grip my left hand, keeping me in my seat.

I glanced at Wade and gave him a questioning look.

"Why do you want her to stand?" Wade asked while narrowing his eyes.

I wanted to slap my hand over Wade's big mouth.

"I thought we already went through this. You don't speak… Unless. You're. Spoken. To." Rad ground out the last words slowly, and I doubted he would remind Wade.

"Wade please…" I begged quietly. I stood up even though I highly doubted it. "Obviously your girlfriend has more sense than you." Rad said while tilting his head to the side.

I almost opened my mouth to tell him that Wade was not my boyfriend, but I kept it shut. I wanted to live.

I slowly walked up to Rad and stood there, waiting.

Then I waited for more than two minutes. He said nothing, did nothing, just stood there staring at me. I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. He was making me anxious and when I became anxious I also got a really bad case of word vomit.

"Are we just going to stand here and stare at each other?"

After I regretted what I just said, my eyes instantly darted down to Rad's clenched fits and before I could look back at his masked face, I felt his hand connect with my jaw, hard.

The force of his punch made me bite down on my tongue as I stumbled back from the impact, my hand covering my jaw. The train car seemed like it was suddenly bathed in bright white lights, and I reached my free hand out to try and find something to steady myself. I could taste something metallic and salty which I knew had to be my own hold.

Wade approached me and gave an angered face to Rad.

"Well, aren't you two sweet? Trying to protect each other like that." Rad gave a dark chuckle before he jerked his head to the door leading into the next car.

"Move it, both of you, Now!" He ordered.

Still clutching the left side of my face I stumbled my way toward the door with Wade right behind me, one hand on my lower back and other on my arm, whether it was to keep me from falling flat on my face or just there to comfort me, I didn't know. All I was focused on was the pain which seemed to be everywhere in my face.

As Rad pushed us forward I wondered exactly what we'd gotten ourselves into. We'd continue to walk through the next two train cars.

Wade and I got shocked from what we witnessed in the next train car. The image of the knife swiping across the old man's neck and the gushing blood, was imprinted in my brain.

"Grandpa!" the little girl wailed and a chorus of horrified screams followed. She hopped out of her seat and ran to her grandpa before she sank to her knees next to him, his blood seeping into her white tights.

I stared, unable to move or breathe. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth hard and bit down, trying to keep myself from throwing up.

I heard Rad chuckle darkly behind me before he began shoving at our backs again. When we had reached the front of the train where it was operated. Rad opened the door and I had to bite back a scream.

There on the floor was the conductor with a bullet bole i. the center of his head. I couldn't take much more of this.

Rad lifted the man up like he was nothing more than a rag doll and threw him out of the compartment where he landed with a loud thud, pointing the gun back at me and Wade.

"Get in." Rad ordered.

I walked inside slowly and my nose instantly wrinkled at the smell of blood. I looked ahead, out the front window of the train, as we sped past flickering light bulbs in the tunnel. I wondered where we were headed now.

Wade walked in behind me and I saw his face scrunch up as the smell of blood invaded his nose too.

"I'll be back to deal with you two later."

That was all Rad said before he closed us in and made his way back towards the back of the train.

As soon as the door closed, I pressed my back against the wall before I slid to the ground and pulled my knees to my chest.

This couldn't be happening.

Wade knelt down in front of me with his arms on his knees, and he stared at me intently.

"He just killed him." I whispered, shaking my head. "He didn't even flinch. He just slit his throat. Right in front of his granddaughter!" My voice rose and I think I was starting to hyperventilate. I was taking in quick shallow breaths and I started rocking back and front.

"Oh God, we're going to die. We're going to die." I was seriously starting to panic now. What would my parents do once they found out that I had been chopped up into a thousand little bite sized Chayo pieces? Then there was Jane. She'd probably take it worse.

Wade snapped his fingers in front of my face and broke me from my horrid thoughts.

He placed both of his hands on my knees and spoke very slowly, "We're not going to die. Okay?"

I looked back up at Wade and nodded slowly.

"Promise me then. Promise me that we won't die down here. Not like this." I said as I felt unexpected tears fill my eyes.

I didn't want to die. Not here. Not like this.

I watched him with a frown as he reached out and wiped a strat tear from my cheek before letting his warm hand rest there.

I didn't push his hand away like I told myself to. Instead, I welcome it, enjoying the brief comfort his touch brought me. I could use it right now.

"I promise." he said quietly.

I could only hope that he kept his promise.

I'm not sure how long I sat there. My imagination was running wild the longer we sat there. I imagined it might happen but my horrible thoughts scattered when the subway lurched and rumbled against the tracks.

"We're slowing down." Wade said.

The sound of the door sliding open behind us made me tear my gaze from the window and Rad who was standing in the doorway, his flesh colored mask and gaping black eye holes staring at me. A shiver ran down my spine.

Rad ordered us to follow him.

As we made our way through the subway cars I noticed that they were now all empty. I wanted to ask where everybody was but I was afraid of the answer I might get. So, I kept my mouth shut this time and kept moving.

We were on the last train car, Rad pushed us toward the exit doors which were already open.

We stepped out onto the old platform and my earlier question was instantly answered. All the people who had occupied the subway cars were now on the platform, all on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs with zip ties, set up in a line.

The one wearing a Jason Vorhees hockey mask stepped forward and tied our hands in our back. Jason Mask pushes us forward at the end of the line of subway passengers, where we got down on our knees and joined them.

"Now that you're all here, the real fun can!" Rad began with a clap.

A whimper and a sniffle came from my right and I glanced down the line of people and my eyes landed down on the same little girl from before. The little girl whose grandpa had been murdered right in front of her.

She was crying. I made myself a promise that I'll protect her.

I watched in silence as Rad and his band of masked began untying people and ushering them down onto the tracks of the

subway.

"Now this is how this is going to go," Rad began as he paced back and forth in front of the abandoned tracks. "The tracks from here on out are abandoned and farther down they break off into a bunch of unused subway tunnels. That's where you all are headed." He added.

"We're going to be playing a little game of hide and seek if you'd like to think of it that way. There's only one exit in one of these tunnels that leads up and out of the subway station but finding it will be like finding a needle in a haystack. If by some miracle though, you do happen to find this exit then you're home free... but if you don't," I could practically hear the smile in his voice. "And we get to you first then... well I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise now would I?"

Wade and I joined the group of passengers after the mask man untied the knots.

"You get two minutes, Two minutes and then the chase begins and you better hope like hell that we don't catch you" Rad warned everybody

"Why are you doing this?' A male voice demanded and that was Wade.

"I'm doing this to prove a point." Rad stated simply.

"What point?" Skater boy demanded.

"That I'm free to do whatever I please. You all live in this world thinking that you're safe, that you're protected. Well, you're not. Do you see anybody down here that'll give you as second glance if it means risking themselves?" Rad shook his head when the skater boy didn't respond.

"So, whoever is gonna survive through this game. Deliver the message to your pathetic police When they find all your dead bodies they'll see what a complete failure this entire system is." Rad added.

Rad glanced down at a watch that sat perched on his wrist.

"You have one minute and fifty-nine seconds" Rad said

As a cue, all the passengers started to run. I tried to scan the crowd for the little girl but people bumped into me and elbowed their way past trying to sprint ahead.

We kept running.

My legs were arching, my lungs were burning, and my head was spinning, all while I was running for my life.

As we continued running, my heart hammered furiously in my chest, and it felt like I was going to puke acid really soon.

I started slowing down and eventually I just stopped. I bent over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.

Wade approached me and tried to motivate me to keep going. However, we heard an ear splitting scream echo down the tunnel. I turned to our back. I'm sure the group of masked men started to sue us.

Wade gently helped to keep half-running. I ignored the pain. We've reached the end of the track, we came to the tunnels that Rad had mentioned earlier. It was seven that all led off into different directions.

Wade and I agreed to pick the seventh tunnel. When we were inside, there were no lightbulbs, we couldn't see anything other than a pitch black.

We walked faster and carefully felt our tracks. My hands touched the wall of the tunnel and continued to walk.

Leading the track, Wade checked his phone but no signal to call police. However, we could use that as a flashlight.

Unluckily, the ground seemed to change, and I found myself free falling into the darkness. Wade yelled my name. My body smacked against the concrete. I cried out as bolts of searing hot pain jolted through every inch of my body. Tears filled my eyes instantly and spilled over as the pain took over. There was a horrible throbbing pain in the back of my head and an awful burning and ripping sensation in my side.

I heard the faint shuffling of footsteps and suddenly a bright light was shining in my water filled eyes.

"Shit!" I heard Wade's horrified whisper.

I couldn't even speak cause everything was hurt. Wade knelt down next to me. He sat his phone next to him letting the light create a small pool of illumination around us.

Wade said that he was going to help me. He began to lift the hem of my shirt. He slowly moved his hand upward until it rested just below my rib cage. And I felt an extreme amount of pressure on my ribs. There was an audible pop but I could barely hear it over the ear piercing scream that

was coming from my mouth. That was a great help, it had lessened considerably the pain before. A sheen of sweat covered my forehead as I breathed in and out rapidly.

Wade called my name with a worried and concerned face.

"I'm… still.. okay" I said through pants of breath. I blacked out.

I woke up cuddling with Wade. I'm literally surprised because I thought it was one of the psycho mask man. I could still feel the pain in my side. Wade told me that I was fell in manhole. One of my rib was dislocated.

"I'm grateful that you stuck around and helped me. It means a lot that you'd do that for me… and… and I'm sorry."

I jerked back a little when Wade whipped his head back so he could look at me, his eyes shining in the dim light of his cellphone.

I swallowed nervously and stared back at him, waiting for some kind of response. I froze when he reached up and pushed a damp piece of my hair behind my ear. My heart just about exploded when he let his hand linger on my face.

Didn't he know that there were people after us? Shouldn't we be running for our lives now?

I was ready to raise to slap his face when he got close enough to kiss me, but an ear splitting scream rang through the tunnel.

That scream scared me half to death in a panic, I jumped and slammed my head against Wade's.

I groaned in pain while rubbing my forehead and said to Wade that he had a hard head. Wade said that my head was exactly soft, teasing me.

"Did you hear that scream? Somebody could be in trouble." I said.

Wade just coughed and sounded like he was struggling to contain his laughter.

"Have you lost your mind? Those masked freaks could get to whoever that was and they could be headed this way right now." Wade explained.

I ignored his statement and tried to get up from sitting into his lap but he pushed me back to his.

"Please, Wade, I want to know who it was. Because it could be that little girl. She can't make it down here by herself. Hell, we can barely make it, so just imagine how she's doing. I have to find her Wade, so please don't try to stop me" I said.

Wade stared at me for seconds and stood up and then gently helped me to my feet. He grabbed my hand, shooking his head before he said "Let's go then, Wonder Woman."

Along our way, Wade and I talked nonsense. I've just realized that it was a mistake to find this little girl or who it was that did the screaming.

We've reached the end of the tunnel, but there was a large cavernous room. It was made of the same gray stone as the rest of the tunnels down here and jagged pieces of rock and pipe jutted up from the floor and hung from the ceiling. There were a few pale yellow flickering lanterns that cast an eerie glow across the large room, which meant someone had been here recently. Looking around, the room was empty.

"There's nobody here Chayo, we should head back and try and find our way out of here while we still can." Wade's voice rang out in an echo arout the vast room.

When I was to turn back to face Wade, the same shrill scream from earlier ran out behind me.

A black boots began to step forward, revealing black jeans and then a black hoodie before finally revealing a sheep masked figure.

"You two are just too easy." Sheep Mask drawled out, his voice slightly muffled by the mask.

I couldn't believe that we were fooled by this man. The scream that we heard was just recorded. The sheep mask currently holds the device where the scream came from and he pressed the button again to play the scream sound.

The Sheep Mask reached into the waistband of his dark jeans and pulled out a black handgun. The Sheep Mask pointed the gun to Wade but to my suprise, Wade was on top of him. Both of them struggled to gain control of the gun.

When the Sheep Mask started angling the gun towards Wade's chest, I rushed forward and brought my foot down as hard as I could on Sheep Mask's face.

Wade didn't wait for any second as the gun was on his hand. The Sheep Mask tried to scare them that we were going to die soon when Rad reached them. I faintly heard a loud crack and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wade ram the butt of the gun into the side of Sheep Mask's face, then he shot the gun toward the head of the masked man.

Wade came to me and brought my head to his chest.

"We're not going to die here, Chayo. Do you understand? We're getting out of here," he promised. I hold on that promise.

I can't believe that we just killed the Sheep Mask man. I'm so mad to myself that we had to do that.

We've continued to search the exit. Wade leads the way, but his navigating skills sucks. When I led our way, it turns out that any navigating skills sucked a lot more than Wade's did. I ended up leading us right back to the spot where we started.

Apparently, Wade and I saw the same flurry of pink darts across the tunnel and into another one. I'm sure that was the little girl with the pink shirt that we tried to look for before.

We were not really sure but we decided to follow the girl from where the tunnel she ran through.

In turn of the event, someone grabbed me from the right. I saw Wade also dragged by another mask man. The piggy mask figure man that was covering my mouth by his hand, led me from somewhere. I was parted away from Wade. The last scene of him was fighting with the other mask man.

The Piggy Mask lifted his left foot and kicked open an old door that read "Employees Only".

The room looked like a place where electricians or repairmen would frequent with all the machinery inside.

The Piggy Mark man removed his mask as soon as he closed the door. It was Rad, the leader of the psycho mask group.

He grabbed my hair to go to another destination. There was a series of many lefts and rights before we finally came to his destination.

We went to another room. It was large and full of pipes in the ceiling. In the center of the room stood four, large, curved, gray pipes that jutted out from the floor and were pointed to the right wall.

There were three people handcuffed for those pipes. The strange man was handcuffed to the first one. The second one was the skater boy. The third one was the little girl that we've been looking for.

And for the fourth pipe, Rad cuffed me from the last pipe.

"W-why are you doing this?" I asked between my sobs.

"I already told you. The system already failed me once and now they're going to fail you. This is all to prove a point." Rad simply said. With that, he disappeared back down from the tunnel.

As soon as Rad was out of sight I slumped against the pipe before sliding to the ground. Anything I did was a failure to escape. I just dropped my head and think that this was how I'm going to die.

The first man in the pipe turned into red, burned, bloody and raw. The skin skin looked like it had been seared completely off and I could see the white of their bones poking out.

The skater boy started to scream, asking for help. The little girl started to cry and I had no idea what to do to comfort her.

I've heard a voice. "Chayo?!" Wade yelled out from somewhere. My head whipped up at the sound of his voice and directly look at his eyes.

He ran forward and bent down to hug her.

"How did you-,"

"You don't know how I fight that masked man but I'm relieved that I found you." Wade said.

"But I'm going to die here. The pipes. They shoot out hot steam and the man just got a face full of it." I explained.

Wade looked at the first pipe, his eyes widened and urged to fight to not throw up something.

Wade immediately pulled a trigger of his gum that pointed to her handcuffs but nothing happened.

Wade found two bobby pins into the hair of the little girl. He borrowed it from the girl and promised to help her.

I suggested to Wade to help first the skater boy and the little girl before me. Wade argued about it but he still did it. When Wade successfully unlocked the handcuffs to the skater boy, the skater boy moved forward to also help unlock the handcuffs on the little girl. Wade finished to get rid of the handcuffs to me before the steam of the pipes burned her.

We were successfully all safe, as of now.

The four of us continued to find the exit of this tunnel. Upon walking, we've talked in some conversations but stay alert. The skater boy named Dylan and the little girl named Rose.

Our conversation was long. Until Rose pointed ahead of her. She was pointing at the end of the tunnel and my blood ran cold.

Standing at the end of the tunnel, completely silent and staring at us, was the man in the Jason Mask.

Jason Mask aggressively started running towards us. As an instinct, Wade held my hands and we started to run to the tunnel on our right. Dylan and Rose followed us. There were a bunch of lefts and rights before we reached the two tunnels.

We agreed to part away in two groups. Dylan and Rose went to the left tunnel and Me and Wade ran through the right tunnel.

Me and Wade never stopped to run even though I've being clumsy for how many times I fall on my feet.

Wade stopped, he pushed me against the wall of the tunnel that didn't reach the dim light of the tunnel. I wondered what's going on in his mind but it made sense when I heard booming footsteps and a few seconds later I watched with wide eyes as Jason Mask went thundering past us and continued down the tunnel.

When I'm sure he was gone, I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

For a minute, we stayed there and had some rest. But I saw Rose had just come into view and even from here I could see red stained in her pink shirt.

Wade and I hurriedly approached Rose. I asked if she was hurt. But she said with tears that the blood stain came from Dylan.

Rose led the way where Dylan was. There was no way Rose should have been able to know the way back. She made way too many turns for her to have memorized it only going through it once. I stopped walking, Wade and I shared a look and thought the same thing.

With that, Rad suddenly came into view and Rose ran to him.

"Did I do good Daddy?" Rose asked.

"You did great sweetheart. Daddy is so proud of you." Rad said. Rose smiled proudly.

Rad pointed a gun on me. He ordered me to walk. We were now on one of the train car. Rad demanded Wade to hold out his hands. Rad handcuffed Wade's hands in one of the metal standing poles. Rad got the gun from Wade's pocket.

And by that, Rad left us after he locked the door of the train car.

I went to Rad's place.

"I'm sorry, I broke my promise to you," Wade said.

"You don't have to say sorry, maybe this is our fate." I said in my tears.

Wade asked to come closer with him. I went closer enough but he demanded to stand between his arms and the pole. I just didn't argue with that with the small place he was asking me to stand.

I stepped forward before ducking under one of his arms and I was now officially enclosed to him. I looked at him when he called my name with an intense expression.

"It was you. Even before Amber. I know this is not the right timing because we're almost likely dead anyway but I needed you to know."

I didn't know what response I should do, but I passionately kissed him. He kissed me back.

We stopped kissing when all of the sudden the doors that connected opened, I can see on the front train that the subway train was on fire. And the flames were quickly making their way towards us.

I could already smell the smoke. I ran back to the exit door and began pushing, pulling, and even banging on the door. Nothing worked.

Wade suggested kicking on the exit window. We kicked the window twice and it cracked. For the fifth time we kicked the window, it finally broke.

Wade told me that there was a left pin in his pocket. I get it used to get rid of the handcuff to his hands. It took more time and the smoke was already burning our lungs. Finally, the handcuff was unlocked. Wade took off his hoodie jacket and placed it around his left hand. He broke some left pieces of glass in the window.

He was the first one to climb out in the window before me. Wade helped me up. When I was on my feet I looked up at the burning subway train and watched as the flames of the fire completely engulfed it.

We saw Rad and his little girl at the top of the platform looking on the subway train to burn into ashes. Rad didn't see from where we were, I'm sure he thought that we were dead on that train.

So I made a plan to eliminate that freaking psycho.

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I appeared from where Rad was standing.

"You bastard! You killed him!' I screamed as I slammed my body into Rad's and forced me to cry.

Rad was shocked that I was still alive. But he grabbed me roughly by my wrists and squeezed them tightly.

Okay, this was not part of my plan, I hope he didn't think to kill me now.

Turning back to my acting, I yelled to him like he really killed Wade. He just darkly chuckled about it.

As part of the plan, Rad never got to finish what he was about to say because a shard of glass was pushed straight into the center of his back.

Rad let me go. Rad was about again to speak but Wade stabbed again into his chest.

Rad had died. I hugged Wade as finally we are safe now. Wade took the kicking Rose and threw her into his shoulder. Wade and I slowly move forward to find the exit.

With the help of the light in Wade's cellphone, it was enough to see our way. As I was the one who's holding the cellphone, I saw in the darkness a set of stairs and swallowed hard before turning back to face Wade and nodded slowly.

We saw a light on the wood that was blocking our way. We kicked the light wood on how many times before we succeeded to pull off the wood.

Through the small hole, I could see the city lights that brought me into tears. The stars in the sky let me know that it was night.

We've carefully made a way through the hole. When I stood up and took a deep breath, it felt like it had been forever since I had breathed in fresh air.

There were a lot of old and abandoned buildings around that were boarded up just like the subway entrance had been.

We had planned to surrender and tell the police about Rose's case. She could still be changed with the help of DSWD.

Wade called an emergency call to 911. Wade and I shared a smile. I slowly kissed him.

We sat on the abandoned street and waited for the police to come and rescue us.

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HIP DISLOCATION AT FIRST SIGHT.

Summary: where you're a waitress at Harry's favourite friends-hangout spot, he secretly likes you and you're having a rough day.

Warning: angst and fluff.

You're a beaming sparrow rolling onto balls of your feet from one booth to another taking orders and being sure of customer's satisfaction at it's peak. Sure, managing a five to nine waitress job isn't anyone's dream but paying tuition fees and bills can make anyone work.

Harry loves to be at this resturant you work; perhaps there's something 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 he loves rather than goofing around with his friends at late hours in any of the booths in far corner.

When he first came here it was for a date who stood him up and you wouldn't lie that you kinda tiny bit of manifested for it but went through a broken heart seeing Harry's sad eyes after him lingering to that one hope that his date would show up.

He was relieved that you helped him at that time with you again and again popping your head just to ask him, if he needs any refills for which he would just kindly quip 'thanks love, bu' it's already tipplin' out from rim.' Or you askin' him if he'll like to fill his belly with some appetizers? Poor him didn't ate anythin' from menu just waiting for his date that day.

From that you got to know he's such a gentleman who got his heart stepped on.

He found you enticing. So, fuckin' beaming even with all of the customers tantrums. Them fussing around for the mess their kids created and Harry couldn't take his eyes away from the slight curve your body molded into when you walked away from him.

With his few more visits you got accustomed that what he likes and the one favourite dish of yours from the resturant you recommended him one time, he licked the plate clean giggling coyly at your reaction.

But today it's different. He's chatting around with his friends, they look super chill, comfy clothes, relaxed postures and a train of light conversation that never seems to end.

You were admiring them from your spot waiting for the tray of food for the table 201 ready to take Harry's and his friend's order after that, suddenly a whine escaping from your lips and you bended your calve to soothe out the drastic pain in your hip-bone.

Zoe one of the hostess gave you a sympathetic smile handing you the tray, "hurtin' like a bitch." You hissed to her toes curling. You've been having this pain for like a week but whatever exercises you're doing it wouldn't budge to ease out.

Maintaining a decent gait you headed towards the last table of your shift before closing, smiling at all of them sweetly, whatever you did not to lock your gaze with Harry it anyhow happened by Cupid's wishes.

"Hi everyone, I'm your waitress and will be takin' your orders." You chirped taking out the sequin notepad from the front pocket of your lace apron and Harry's friends couldn't help but to notice how the tips of his ears turned red, eyes glassy with adoring sheen and lips quirking up shyly.

You noted down everyone's littlest of details turning your head down towards Harry, your voice immediately cooing into a soft one softer than you usually use to be polite with costumers.

"And Harry you'll have your usual?" He cleared his throat coughing into his elbow and everyone stifled a fond laugh just for his sake, "yes, please." His please was so gentle that it melted you over the pastel mauve tiles almost making you forget your pain.

The moment you spinned with your back behind them Harry's loving female friend pinched his cheek, "looks like someone gotta girl crush."

Everyone was chatting but Harry's mind and heart was all for you, it didn't slip out from his sheer notice that you're having it rough today; ponytail loose, cheeks flushed not with the warmth you feel from Harry's presence but with the pain zapping in your leg like an electric shock.

His eyes stayed glued to the way your nails coated into hot red nail polish aren't drumming against the counter as they usually do when you wait for the order instead they're clutching around the edges tightly paling your knuckles and now Harry feels concerned.

Another contraction but you didn't startled yourself. No way you're gonna get made fun of yourself infront of Harry, it would be so embarrassing.

Harry peers up at you with a frown when you heads to their table for refills but you didn't meet his eyes. What his friends will say? That you're a cheap waitress drooling for a bambi eyed, hickorey curls, sunny guy.

But damn when your hands wavered while lifting the jug to pour a glass of water, and you sucked your bottom lip to swallow your agonising gasp Harry wanted to lurch from his seat and ask you what's happening because it's frustrating at this point looking you being so wrecked.

You weakly smiled at all of them. Harry wants to stop you by grabbing your hand but he wants to respect you and doesn't want him to cross his boundaries.

You're back with a tray loaded of food and you're putting plates onto the table when an unbearable contraction of pain twitched inside you badly and you cried out a scream of horror, the tray slipping from your hand to the far corner of the table. The pain's so much your breath has got stuck in your chest causing you too see white.

"Y/n!" Harry panics hot on his feet scooping your side in his arms when you lurch forward unconsciously, even the tears aren't falling from your eyes stayin' at the bayline and you cry out in spurts of breaths dropping Harry's heart to his arse when he got the indication you couldn't breath.

"C-can't...b-" Harry immediately rubbed your back in soothing circles whispering with his honey rasp, "breath fo' me yeah, darlin'?". "S'alright. Jus' breath alon' me." You nod and everyone watches you in shock pity. At Harry's countdown you exhaled and inhaled breaths, his friends are in awe a love-at-first-sight, baby-steps love story is unraveling infront of them.

Harry makes you sit at his seat and you giggle shamefully breathily eyes glossy, "Thank you Harry. Can you..can you call zoe for me? She's right behind the counter." The words burning inside your throat and you're expecting another zap.

Harry's a bit hurt. He doesn't even know why! He wants be the one to take care of you but why you aren't gettin' it, why!?

You want to apologise to his friends but all the words just vanishes when zoe comes padding hurriedly Harry behind her with ever sad eyes, "bubs what happened?"

You're about to speak but another contradiction like someone's pulling at your vein and you're a goner but Harry's by your side holding your hand ignoring the twitch from your hardcore grip as if you'll fracture his hand too, "ah fuck! I think so I broke my hip. I'm fuckin' sure, it feels like dying." You scream jerking your leg and even though Harry's friends shouldn't look at you two with so much awement at the moment but they're still doing so because fuck they all are planning the same sight of both of you at the time of your labour because it may seems like you're popping out Harry's child outta your vagina at the moment.

"M'takin' ye' to hospital." Harry says with stern firmness in his voice because fuck boundaries he can't see you in such pain, "s'okay zoe can you take me to hospital?" You hissed writhing but Harry cuts you off. he's loosing his shit, "I don't care, can't see ya like this lemme help ye'."

Next thing Harry's helping your limpy body outside into the backseat of his car and the whole ride he's beside you one of his friend driving the car, you were a blushing mess at some second but another arching your spine so hard and Harry's instantly wrapping you up in his arms whispering sweet nothings through your tears.

You've gone through a little surgery and it's hour after you're shifted into a room that Harry takes a sigh of relief, you groan fluttering your eyes open the very first sight of yours is Harry into his yellow jumper and plaid trouser looking a tad exhausted.

You're on anesthetic and you're sloppy.

"Hi love feelin' kay? You went through a tiny surgery." He informs you but you pouts in response ignoring everything coming straight to the point, sober you would have never got guts.

"A-are ye' me boyfrien'..?" Your words are bit lisped and poppish, Harry chuckles swiping his thumb at your forehead.

"No' yet. Will be if ye' wan' me to." You bobbed your head like a good little girl observing your odd surroundings and fat tears sticks to your cheeks.

"What happened buns? Should I call doctor? Y'hurtin somewhere?" But you denied lower lip swelling for no reason or maybe medication.

"I've so mu-sh uni work to do, an' I've nothin' to wear on our date." Harry giggles wiping away your tears kissing the apples of your cheeks, stroking your head and you mewled like a kitten making Harry's throat go dry.

"No worries bunny. We'll go on a date whenever you'll want to." He just wants to shower you in his undeniable affectionate kisses but he's holding back, "fo' now go to rest. I'll have m'sober bunny peeking from the meadow in mornin' yeh?"

"Promise me you wouldn't leave?" You asks with doe eyes and he just wants to smash his lips to yours. Fuck. He waited so long.

"Did I, before'?" He asks you kissing your forehead gently trying not to irritate the plaster of your hip. You shook your head tucking your chin inside the comforter, "then I wouldn't even now."

In the morning you find your fingers buried into soft mess of curls and he was already up before you could try to even move your finger, "Harry?" Your voice hoarse from the drowsiness and he cups your cheeks asking if you're feeling dehydrated but you chuckled shaking your head.

"I feel high." He tucks his bottom lip inside his mouth at the fact you look more ethereal from this close, "high from anesthesia." He quips.

"Do you remember anythin' from last night?" He's anxious now how he'll bring to actually ask you out, "I do, from me litreally shouting like a lady bout to give birth to crying for not havin' any dress for our date." He's amused not just at the fact your memory didn't slipped but that you're more chatty and bubbly outta your waitress persona.

"Then it's solid?" He asks timidly and you nod humming coarsely leaning to peck his lips but he grabs you by neck not letting you pull back, thumbs all stroking, mouth moanin' for you and eyes closed into bliss.

"Wanted to kiss ye' so bad from so long." He deepens the kiss not caring if any doctor comes marching right now.

"Now I'm all yours to kiss. Kiss me whenever you want to."