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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Lost In Translation - 2

Summary - Jensen comes to India and falls in love with a fan who accidentally sees him while he's lost and saves him cause she knows Hindi.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Indian!Reader

Warning - Fluff, fluff and fluff.

Word Count - 2.4k+

Square filled - Date Night ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - I finally decided to add a second part to this fic! I had fun writing in Hindi and English in Indian dialect and I am incredibly happy at how the fic turned out.

Spn divider by the talented @talesmaniac89

A/N 2- For all the non-Indian readers, a little info on some of the food names used in the story -

Rosogolla - It is also called Rasgulla. It's a famous sweet of India which is a speciality of Kolkata (West Bengal). It's a spongy, white, ball shaped dumplings made from chhena (An Indian cottage cheese)

Pulao - It is a famous one pot rice dish made by cooking fragrant basmati rice with aromatic spices, herbs and sometimes stocks.

Butter Chicken - It is an Indian dish made by marinating a chicken overnight in a yoghurt and spice mixture. The chicken is then roasted or baked. A sauce is made from butter, tomatoes, almonds and various spices, usually including the famous tandoori masala spice mix, and sometimes cream.

Vada Pav - Vada pav, alternatively spelt vada pao is a vegetarian fast food dish native to the state of Maharashtra. The dish consists of a deep fried potato dumpling placed inside a bread bun (pav) sliced almost in half through the middle.

Part 1

“Y/N! Listen to me, beta!” your mom exclaimed over the phone.(child)

“What is it, Ma? You know I can't cancel the date with him,” you told your mother, as you gave your makeup some final touches.

“Aise kaise tu us ladke ke saath ja rahi hai? Acche se pehchanta hai usko? How come you are going on a date with an absolute stranger?” your mother asked. (How are you going out with that boy? Do you even know him properly?)

“Ma, he is a really good man. Stop worrying about me now,” you tried to assure her.

“Lekin tere baba ko kaun samjhayega? It doesn't feel safe. What if he is a-” (Who will convince your father?)

“Ma! You know what, I will call you later! I am getting late and I don't want to keep Jensen waiting,” you said and went to your room to get your purse.

“Just call me when you get home. Call me if anything suspicious happens. Call me-”

“Ma!” You let out a defeated sigh, “Bye!” You said and disconnected the call. You shook your head at your mother's outburst even though you knew she would behave like that but you weren't going to cancel on Jensen just because your Mom didn't agree. You weren't a little girl anymore who needed her mother's permission for every single matter.

You groaned when you felt your phone buzzing again in your hands, interrupting your train of thoughts. You didn't want to talk to your mother again but you looked at your phone only to see Jensen calling you.

“Hey sweetheart,” your heart fluttered in your chest as soon as you heard his voice.

“Hey,” you greeted, “I am waiting for my Uber and-”

“No uhm..I'll pick you up,” he said.

“You don't know my address.”

“Uh-yeah,” he chuckled, “you can text me your address and Clif will drive over and I can pick you up.”

“It's okay, Jensen. I know my way-”

“No, just text me the damn address, y/n,” he said and you heard a muffled voice over the phone.

“Okay, if you insist,” you said, making him chuckle.

“I insist, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “see you in a little while.”

You disconnected the call. Texting him your address, you hoped that he doesn't get lost.

You spent the next hour checking your makeup and dress, trying to look perfect and occasionally going through your phone. You smiled as you saw the pictures from the con, as you scrolled through the gallery of your phone. You thought back to the day before the con, when out of pure luck Jensen had bumped into you, looking like a lost puppy. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your doorbell. You walked towards the door and opened it.

“I thought you got lost,” you giggled, “again.”

“That was one time,” Jensen groaned, making you laugh.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you his signature smile.

“Thanks. You don't look bad yourself,” you blushed.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Haan, one minute,” you said. (Yes, one minute) You went back inside and retrieved your purse and phone and approached the front door again. You stepped out of the door and felt Jensen hands snaking across your waist. Biting your lower lip, you locked the door to your house.

“After you,” he whispered and guided you to his car. He opened the door to his car and you slipped inside it, Jensen climbing into the seat beside you.

“Where to, Miss-” Clif asked, trailing off at the end.

“Call me Y/N,” you said and told him the name of the restaurant as he set the GPS.

You looked to your side and saw Jensen watching you with a soft smile on his face. Your breathing hitched as he entangled his fingers with you. The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence only to be broken by Clif’s voice as he pulled the car to the side, announcing that you had arrived.

Jensen climbed out of the car, and waited as you got out of the car. He took your hands into his and started walking towards the restaurant.

“Table for two,” you said and the waiter guided you both over to a table.

“About that sudden change in plans,” Jensen said, as you both took a seat at the table, “Jared insisted that I take Clif with me because he was worried that I-”

“You would get lost again?” You giggled.

“....not really.” He cast his eyes down, as he spoke softly.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Jared-he is….uhm-he's a little wary about you, it's nothing, he is just looking out for me….you know,” the actor hesitated.

“I-I totally understand,” you said, making him look up to you, “I do. He doesn't know me, you are in an unknown country. I would feel the same too but I won't kidnap you.”

“I was hoping you would,” Jensen tsked, a smile slowly spreading on his face.

“I can but who will finish the show then?” you smirked.

“Now I think you only agreed to go on a date with me because of the show,” He feigned hurt.

“What can I say? I need to know what happens to a certain hunter.”

“A certain hunter, huh?” He smirked, as a waiter approached your table handing you guys a couple of menus.

“Yeah.” You saw his smile getting bigger, “those luscious locks of hair of Jared are really captivating and his hazel eyes.” You saw as his smile dropped and you couldn't help yourself as you laughed but he quickly recovered.

“Well I can't really blame you, I also tend to get lost in those eyes,” he joked, making you laugh harder.

“If I'm not wrong, this is your first time in India. Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked.

“Not gonna lie, I'm slowly starting to fall in love with India,” he replied.

“She is beautiful,” you remarked, and looked down to see the menu in front of you.

“Beautiful indeed,” Jensen said, only for you to look up to see him staring at you with fondness in his eyes. Your cheeks turned pink under his gaze and you gave him a soft smile. He dropped his gaze and started to skim through the menu.

“Considering this is my first time here, what Indian cuisine is a must have for me?” He asked.

“I like it that you are willing to try an Indian cuisine,” you smirked.

“When in India, do as the Indians do,” the actor said.

“Okay but do you think you can handle the spice?” You smirked.

“Are you challenging me sweetheart?”

“I'm not but I don't think you can handle our spicy dishes,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Bring it on. How spicy can it be?”

“Oh you have no idea but I'll go easy on this one with you and I would suggest you order Pulao which is a rice dish and Chicken Tikka Masala,” you said as he nodded.

“Have you ever been to the US?”

“Nope.” You shook your head, “But I want to. I really want to see the Grand Canyon.”

“That's a good choice,” he said.

“And maybe catch a show on Broadway-” your words were cut off as a waiter approached the table and you had to give him your food orders.

“I would gladly be your tour guide when you come to the US with a special tour around Texas,” he winked, making you smile.

“Maybe I'll call you up when I visit the US."

“I do want to ask you one thing. A lot of fans here recommended me something….a sweet, maybe-uh….something called Ros-roso-”

“Rosogolla. It's a sweet which is a specialty of my state. You have to try it. Tell me something, did you try the Vada Pav, considering you had a con in Mumbai?”

“Vada-what?”

“Vada Pav. You didn't try that? Really? Not even Jared?”

“No because we were always on the go go go and finally tonight we got some time off since Kolkata is our last pit stop before I have to fly back to Texas,” Jensen replied.

The night went on as you two got to know each other better. Your cheeks had started to hurt by how much you were smiling at his words. You were quite surprised at how well Jensen handled the food at first but you completely lost when he reached for the glass of water as soon as he had taken one bite of the chicken dish.

“Son of a bitch, why is this so damn spicy?” He jad exclaimed, making you burst out in laughter.

The rest of the night was filled with conversations about casual subjects about friends, family and work life. You didn't even realise how the time flew by and the time with him came to an end. As you two were leaving the restaurant, Jensen took your hand into his, entangling your fingers with his.

The car ride was filled with silence except the occasional small talk between you and Jensen. After sometime, the car came to a halt in front of your house.

“I am flying back tomorrow morning,” he whispered as you approached your house.

“I enjoyed a lot tonight Jensen. Thank you.”

“No thank you. You made this weekend a really special one,” he smiled, making you blush and look down to the ground. He put a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him.

“Can I?” He asked and you nodded.

He cupped your face with his hands and tilted his head, slowly leaning into you. He pressed his lips onto yours. The kiss was slow and passionate and he took his sweet time to explore your mouth. You gripped onto his biceps to keep yourself steady. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself get lost in the kiss. Growing up in an Indian household meant you had strict parents and a nonexistent dating life. You always used to dream about that perfect man in your life, the perfect date, the perfect kiss - would it it be like the scene from your favourite Bollywood movie “Jab We Met” when Geet realises her love for Aditya and runs after him to profess her love or would it be like the last scene from “Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge” where Simran gets the happy ending with Raj?

But that moment, at your doorstep, when your lips met with Jensen's, all those thoughts had left your mind because now you knew everything - the perfect man, the perfect date and the perfect kiss.

“Hi,” you said as he finally let go of your lips. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“I want to make this work, Y/N/N,” Jensen spoke, his voice barely a whisper.

“But you will be in Texas and Vancouver, I will be in India. How- ”

“Long distance sucks but….come to the US with me,” he said.

“W-what?” You asked, slightly surprised at his wish, “I have my whole life here, Jay. I can't move to the US just like that. It's not a change between two cities. It's literally a change between two countries.”

“Yeah, yeah I get it. I-I shouldn't have made such a stupid suggestion.”

“No. It's not stupid. I just need some time before I move to America. I can't move there immediately.” You said.

“Till then we will try to make this long distance thing work. I am willing to try if you are, sweetheart,” he said.

“I am,” you said and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Come to the airport with me tomorrow. I wanna see you again before I fly back,” he said, “I'll pick you up on the way to the airport.”

“Okay but-”

“Nuh-uh.”

“I was gonna say what will happen if you get lost on the way to your airport?” You asked with a straight face.

“I am never gonna live that one down, am I?” Jensen grumbled before laughing loudly.

“Nope,” you giggled.

“I am kinda glad I got lost. I found you,” he said, dipping his head to kiss you again.

“I think you should go now. You have an early flight. I don't want you to miss it,” you mumbled.

“What if I want to miss it?” The actor asked.

“Jay,” you frowned.

“Fine. I just don't want to let go of….this moment.”

“Hey you said it yourself. We'll work through this,” you tried to assure even though your own heart was breaking at the thought of him flying back to Texas. He gave you a quick kiss before making his way back to the car, leaving you standing at your doorstep. You stood there till you couldn't see the car anymore. You felt your phone buzz in your hand and you saw a text from Jensen about when he would pick you up the next day and a good night.

You felt yourself getting teared up. Being in a long distance relationship sucks. It was going to be a tough thing for both of you but you were both willing to work through it and maybe it wouldn't prove to be so hard.

“We'll make it work,” you whispered to yourself while standing at the doorstep like a mantra just like you whispered to Jensen the next day at the airport, as he kissed you one last time.

“I think I'm falling for you,” he whispered back, bumping his nose with yours.

“I am falling for you too, Jay,” you said, your hand fondling his shirt collar.

“Ackles!” The said man looked up and saw his best friend, Jared beckoning to him.

“Call me when you reach Texas,” you said.

“I will,” he said, “Goodbye, sweetheart.”

“Goodbye, Jay,” you said, your voice strained as you tried to keep your tears at bay. You watched as he walked with the other actors, glancing back at you one last time. You smiled at him and waved him a goodbye.

“I think I love you,” you whispered, sighing aloud as he turned around the corner and disappeared. You knew the con weekend would be the best experience in your life but you could have never guessed that it would change your life entirely. Life surely is unpredictable, isn't it?

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monstaless · 4 years ago

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On The Low - Part One

Author: @monstaless

Relationships: fwb!Bambam x Reader, some JB x reader

Warnings: angst, smut, language, my possibly incorrect Korean (which I guess in the context of this fic is okay)

Song - On The Low by Justin Park

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I hadn’t intended to release this in two parts, but I also hadn’t intended for it to be this long. I hope you like it!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The first time he saw her, she was in the lobby of his building. She was standing by the security guard’s desk and she had stopped Bambam dead in his tracks. She was gorgeous and impeccably dressed: a light purple dress shirt tucked into a knee-length white pencil skirt, and matching purple pumps. As she reached up to brush her hair behind her ear, he noticed that around her wrist she wore a strand of light pink mala beads.

He wondered if she was the wife of someone else in the building, but he hadn’t seen her before. He couldn’t see a ring on her finger either. She must have just moved into the building.

He quickly turned away and pressed the button for the elevator as she thanked the security guard. He half expected her to make her way to the elevator, but as the doors were closing, he saw her walking out the front doors of the lobby.

The first time he spoke to her, she was running to catch the same elevator and he held the door for her. He noted how surprisingly steady she was in her heels as she slipped between the doors to join him.

“Gamsahamnida.” She smiled, bowing slightly to him.

“Munje eopseoyo.” He stood quietly for a moment before turning to her again. “Banggeum isa wassoyo?”

“Uh, I’m sorry, I don’t. Um, I don’t understand,” she replied awkwardly, her face flushing slightly.

“Did you just move in?” he asked with a polite smile. He felt more comfortable speaking English with her anyway.

“Yes, a couple of days ago.” She seemed surprised, but she smiled and appeared to relax a little. “Have you lived here long?”

“A couple of years. I’m not here often though. Work takes me elsewhere.” He shrugged.

“Oh, I understand that. It’s why I’m here after all.” She laughed. “What do you do?”

“Uh, you know, the usual.” At that moment her phone started to ring and she gave him an apologetic look after checking the ID.

“I’m very sorry. It’s a business call.”

“It’s okay.” He was too relieved that he didn’t have to continue to come up with an explanation that wouldn’t give him away. So far, she didn’t seem to have a clue who he was.

“Hai. Y/N desu.”

He recognized it as Japanese immediately, but only understood bits and pieces of her phone exchange and didn’t want to eavesdrop anyway. When the elevator stopped at his floor, he gave her a short bow before exiting.

“It was nice to meet you,” she called after him as the doors closed and he grinned as he made his way to his door.

The second time that they met, she was struggling to remove an armload of sewing supplies from her car in the parking garage. She seemed like she had it under control, but there was no way that she was going to be able to close the hatch or use the elevator without assistance. He’d just returned from a long day at the studio, but he didn’t have anything to carry, and he wasn’t so tired that he couldn’t offer his assistance.

“Would you like some help?” offered BamBam. She looked at him over the supplies that filled her arms and recognition flashed across her face. She smiled at him.

“Hi! Yes, I would love it, honestly.” Though she seemed ashamed to be asking for help.

“What can I carry?”

“Um, if you could take this box, that’d be fantastic,” she laughed, shifting so that he could take the box from her arms. It was heavier than he’d expected and he wondered what was in it, but didn’t want to ask.

“Anything else?”

“Nope, I think that we’re okay.” She shifted the items that she was still holding into a more manageable position before she closed the hatch. “I never introduced myself last time. I’m Y/N L/N, by the way.”

“Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but most people call me Bambam,” he replied.

“Thanks for your help, Bambam. I really didn’t want to have to make two trips.”

“I could tell,” he chuckled as they entered the elevator and she hit the button for her floor. They were both silent as the doors closed. After a moment, he turned to her. “So? Is it safe for me to assume that you work in fashion?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “I worked for a company in Tokyo for a little while, mostly as a interpreter. It was a way for me to get my foot in the door. They didn’t really want any of my designs though. It wasn’t really in style in Japan, but one of my superiors really liked my work. He got me a job at a company here.”

“How are your designs doing here?”

“Really well. I doubted that my designs would do any better here, but the company liked them. They offered me the chance to start my own line and here I am.”

The elevator stopped and they both stepped off to make their way to her door.

“That’s what all of this is for. I’m trying to get some designs ready to present for next seasons line.”

She unlocked the door and BamBam followed her inside.

“You can just set that down anywhere. Sorry for the mess. I’m still kind of trying to get organized. As I’m sure you can see.”

He set the box down on the entryway table and looked around to find that there were still boxes stacked here and there throughout the living area.

“Thank you so much for your help. I really appreciate it. Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Ah, no. Thank you though. I need a shower and I don’t want to intrude.” He started for the elevator, but paused in the doorway. He wasn’t sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. “Uh, I’m having a party on Saturday, if you’d like to come.”

She looked up at him.

“I’m not much of a partier, but thank you for the offer.” Her response was polite, and he could tell that she was being honest. He decided maybe he should’ve chosen a more accurate word.

“It’s not really a party. It’s honestly more of a gathering. Just some people that I work with. It’d be a great way for you to meet some people. It’ll be pretty chill. I promise we won’t be getting too wild.”

“What time?” she questioned after appearing to consider it for a moment. He hoped that was a good sign.

“Six o’clock. Do you remember what floor I’m on?”

“Nine, right?”

He nodded.

“I’ll consider it.”

“Hey, you owe me one.” He teased.

“Of course.” She laughed.

Bambam hadn’t actually expected her to show up, but there she was standing in the hallway in a white and black sheath dress. She held out a bottle of wine in offering.

“I’m not really sure what the protocol is for parties in Korea,” she said awkwardly. “But in Japan, you never show up empty handed.”

“You didn’t have to bring anything, but thank you. Mark will appreciate it.” He stepped out of the doorway so that she could come into his apartment. “I’ll introduce you to everyone. Follow me.”

“Oh gosh, I feel slightly overdressed,” she said quietly when she saw the other guys.

“Nah, they’re just usually under-dressed,” he assured her with a smile. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“A water is fine. Thank you.”

He introduced her to everyone as they made their way to the kitchen.

“What’s up with Y/N and Jaebeom?” questioned Jackson later on after she’d gotten comfortable enough to mingle with everyone on her own. “I thought you said that she didn’t speak Korean.”

“No more than the basics,” shrugged Bambam. “But she does speak Japanese. She lived in Japan for a while before.”

He looked over to where she sat, her whole body turned towards Jaebeom even though the seats were side by side. She was smiling brightly as she talked to him. The smile was mirrored on Jaebeom’s face.

“So Jaebeom has somehow hit it off with her in his limited Japanese or his limited English?” questioned Mark, butting into the conversation. “Our Jaebeom? The same Jaebeom who gets embarrassed when talking to any girl that’s not on the staff?”

“Maybe it’s not as limited as we thought,” offered Jackson, shrugging as they continued to watch the exchange. Neither of them seemed to be having difficulty communicating.

“Maybe you should’ve kept her away a while before introducing her to everyone, Bam. You might’ve missed your chance to shoot your shot,” laughed Mark. Bambam couldn’t disagree. He hadn’t really thought about the other guys hitting it off with her. He hadn’t even really had a real conversation with her yet. He was kind of disappointed that she seemed to be getting on so well with Jaebeom already.

She greeted him warmly every time she saw him after the party. Occasionally, she’d offer to bring him food when she had made too much. She’d grown up in a big family and she’d never really become accustomed to making food for just one person.

This time though he invited her over for dinner. He’d been waiting for an excuse to make Thai food and an excuse for her to come over without the other guys around.

To his relief there appeared to be nothing going on between her and Jaebeom. He wasn’t even sure that the two of them had talked since the party. They also hadn’t asked about each other, which he hoped was a good sign that he hadn’t missed his chance yet.

He checked himself in the mirror in the hallway one last time before opening the door for her.

“Hey,” he smiled as he opened the door.

“Hi.” He stepped aside to let her in. “You look very nice today. I love that jacket.”

“Ah, thanks. You look very nice too,” he laughed as he closed the door. “Do you want something to drink?”

“What goes best with Thai food?” She followed him into the kitchen.

“Mmm, probably iced tea or I have beer. Do you like beer?”

"Not really,” she replied meekly. He opened the fridge and leaned down to check it’s contents.

“How about I make Thai iced tea then?”

“That would be great!”

“Wow, you are a great cook. Can I just come here for dinner all the time?” she asked after taking a few bites of her food. He laughed, enjoying the praise. He thrived on praise.

“What do I get in return?”

“My gratitude and praise isn’t enough?” She pouted at him in mock disappointment.

“Babygirl, I get plenty of that already,” he laughed.

The next week he went to her place for dinner. The week after that scheduling had him out of the country for a few days and she offered to take care of his cats, which he accepted. They seemed to be almost as comfortable with her as they were with him and she facetimed him everyday to let him see how they were doing.

When he returned, she came over to visit with him and the other members. She brought them desserts, which Jackson and Jinyoung attempted to decline, but ultimately accepted.

Bambam discovered that she and Jaebeom had kept in contact since the first time they met, but it seemed to be nothing more than friendly conversation. They happened to have a lot of shared interests so it made sense. That didn’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy though.

The other guys had all left one at a time, until it was just her and Bambam. They were sitting on the couch next to each other where they had been most of the evening.

He was doing it before he’d even thought about it, leaning across the sofa to kiss her. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the fear that he was going to lose his chance to Jaebeom and for some reason, he just couldn’t stand the thought of her picking Jaebeom before he’d even had a chance. Maybe it was the slight feeling he had that maybe after all the time they’d been spending together, she might possibly be into him too.

To his surprise, she kissed him back, moving in closer to deepen the kiss. He’d thought that she had a thing for Jaebeom, but here she was. They’d both had a little alcohol and maybe that had something to do with their situation. He didn’t care either way. She tasted sweet, like only the fruity undertones of the wine lingered on her lips.

“Maybe I should stop,” he murmured after pulling away. “We’ve both had a bit to drink.”

“Maybe you should keep going.”

“Okay.” he said quietly. He didn’t really want to stop anyway, even if he knew this wasn’t the best idea. ”Are you sure?”

“Definitely,” she replied and he moved closer. He kissed her again and soon he found himself on top of her, his body settled between her legs, holding his weight with one arm while he used his other hand to bring her face closer. Her fingers were curled into the hair at the back of his head.

He ignored his phone as it started to ring, letting his hand drift down her side, his thumb brushing against the exposed skin just above her jeans. Her hands were tugging his shirt free from his jeans when his phone started to go off again.

“Should you get that?” she panted, pulling away for air. He glanced at it and seeing that it was Yugyeom, he shook his head, pushing away from her only to press ignore.

He was just about to kiss her again when someone started to ring the door bell. He groaned in annoyance.

“Sorry, I should probably get that,” he muttered. He reluctantly pushed himself away from her, helping her back into a sitting position before tucking his shirt back in.

Yugyeom stood outside the door.

“What the hell, man?” questioned Bambam.

“I should really be going, Bambam,” said Y/N, placing her hand gently on his shoulder as she slipped by him. Her face was red and she didn’t bother to look up at Yugyeom as she slipped by him. “I’ll see you later. Bye, Yugyeom.”

Bambam watched her get into the elevator and then turned back to Yugyeom.

“Really?”

“I forgot my wallet,” shrugged Yugyeom.

“How?!”

He moved aside to let Yugyeom into the apartment.

“Hey, don’t tell anyone, okay? I don’t think she wants anyone to know.”

Yugyeom glanced over his shoulder as he picked his wallet up from the end table. “I won’t. I didn’t see anything.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Are you going to date her?”

“I don’t know.” He hadn’t truly thought about it. It had been at the back of his mind,of course, and he couldn’t deny that her living in the same building would make dating her super easy. Now that Yugyeom had planted that idea in his head though, it would be all that he could think about.

The next day, he couldn’t stop thinking about her leaving. Had she left because she was embarrassed? Had she left because she thought she was making a mistake? He kept checking his phone, hoping for an explanation. He couldn’t focus on anything and the other guys seemed to pick up on it.

“You good?” questioned Jackson.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He shrugged. He couldn’t even bother to make up an excuse.

Later, Yugyeom pulled him aside.

“I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t realize that I would be interrupting something.”

“No, it’s okay. I just don’t really know what’s going on between us,” explained Bambam. “She left last night and hasn’t said a word.”

“Maybe she’s been waiting on you to say something.”

“You’re right. I’ll text her.”

Bambam: I’d like to see you later, if you have time.

Y/N: I’m working late tonight. Maybe tomorrow?

Bambam: I’ll let you know when I’m done working tomorrow.

Y/N: Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.

The exchange didn’t make him feel any better. It seemed too casual. She seemed apathetic about what had happened between them the day before.

“I’m sorry about the other night,” she started apologizing as soon as he walked through the door.

“It’s okay. I just hope that I didn’t ruin our friendship. I mean, I think we’re friends, right?” He asked, turning to face her as she closed the door behind him.

“Absolutely. It didn’t ruin anything. I was totally into it. I mean, I just got kind of nervous about the other guys finding out and I guess they kind of know now. I just, I’m not really sure that I want something serious right now and I’m not really sure what you want. I should’ve just waited and asked you, but I was really embarrassed.”

He couldn’t deny that he was relieved. He’d thought he’d been the issue. That she’d regretted it because of who she was with.

“No, I understand. I’m totally into you, but you know what my job entails. I don’t think me dating anyone would go over very well. I don’t think I want anything serious either at the moment.” It was a lie, but after hearing her say that she wasn’t sure that she wanted something serious, he was afraid to admit that he did. He just wanted her to stick around. He enjoyed her company and if that meant ‘just friends’ he’d take it.

“I don’t regret what happened the other night.”

“Yeah? Neither do I.”

“Do you think we could try it again? Maybe without an interruption this time?”

That caught him off guard. He cleared his throat. “What?”

“Sorry. Um, unless that’s something you reserve for serious relationships. Shit. I’m sorry. I’ve made things super awkward.”

“No. No, I definitely want to try it again.”

This time she kissed him first, having to stand on the tip of her toes to reach.

“That was way easier last time,” she laughed, pulling away.

“Maybe we can fix that,” he replied, leading her to the couch, where he pulled her into his lap. “Is this better?”

“Let’s find out.” She pressed to her lips to his as she settled into his lap. His hands fell to her waist, pulling her in a little closer. Her hands were moving over the buttons of his shirt, trying to get it off of him as quickly as possible. It slid down his arms easily and he leaned forward so that he could slip out of it completely before his hands found her waist again.

“Definitely better,” he breathed out against her lips when they finally pulled apart to catch their breath. She nodded in agreement before pulling her sweater over her head. He couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to her breasts. He didn’t get to look too long before her lips were back against his.

Her hand slipped between them to palm him through his jeans and he inhaled sharply. It was much needed friction, but not quite enough. He pulled her in close again, his hands on her hips to guide them in a slow grind against his. She shifted in his lap and her bra disappeared from between them, her bare chest pressing against his.

He pulled away to press kisses to her jawline and down to her neck and she let her head fall back. She guided one of his hands up to her breast and he needed no further guidance from her.

“So when are you going to make dinner for me again?” she asked, pushing herself away from him.

“So you’re just using me for food now?” He chuckled.

“Hey, you said that my gratitude and praise wasn’t enough.” She grinned before pulling on her sweater. His eyes roamed over her legs and then flicked up to meet her gaze.

“I guess you’re right.” He pulled up his briefs and jeans as she disappeared, only to return with two glasses of water. “Thanks, babygirl.”

“No problem,” she smiled.

“You can’t stop smiling at me,” he noted. “Was it that good?”

“Don’t get cocky, it’s a turn off,” she warned, but she was still smiling. Her smile was contagious and he couldn’t stop smiling back at her.

“I’ll make you dinner next week,” he offered, pulling his shirt back on.

“Then maybe we can do this again?” He paused, midway through buttoning up his shirt.

“Oh, we are definitely gonna do this again.” He didn’t even try to hide the enthusiasm in his voice. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on between them, but he was super into whatever it was. “We’ll give my place another try. Hopefully, no one will interrupt this time.”

#got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 bambam #bambam #got7 fluff #got7 smut #bambam fluff #bambam smut #got7 scenario #got7 reaction #kunpimook bhuwakul #bambam fanfic #bambam fwb

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sydneywritespursuedbyabear · 4 years ago

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Not-So-Sweet Treat

Me? Posting content twice in one week? It's about as unlikely as you'd think, but I just finished a bunch of stuff so I had free time, and here we are.

So this idea came to me in a dream a while ago. I started to work on it, but then I got into the international science and engineering fair, so I had other things I needed to focus on. Anyway, the story. It's an RSS story about, well, I am not going to spoil it.

Trigger Warnings -- also tagged: ambulances, attempted kidnapping

WC: 1434

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Maria climbed out of her Uber, slamming the blue car door as she stepped onto the sidewalk. She opened a text to Chaia and typed a puppy emoji, their code for a safe arrival. As she stumbled over the curb, Maria switched her phone off before she could hit send.

On a frosted glass window, burgundy letters spelled out “The Cinnamon Room.” At the door, Maria was greeted by two men in white aprons.

The red-haired man on the right stuck out his hand. “Gideon. Nice to meet you. This is Chase.” Gideon motioned to the black-haired man standing to his right.

“Maria. I hope I’m not too late for the class.” There’d been more traffic than Maria was expecting. She was about 6 minutes late.

“Actually,” Chase said, “you’re the first to show up.” He and Gideon cleared the doorway to allow Maria into the bakery. Cookies, danishes, rugelach, muffins, and pastries galore lined a display cabinet in front of the kitchen. To the right of the counter, a long hallway stretched to the back of the shop, connecting the front kitchen to the back ovens and pantry. Chase unlocked the gate to the back and showed Maria to a station in the kitchen.

“We need to grab some ingredients from the back. We will be right with you.” Chase started down the long hallway, and Gideon quickly followed suit.

Upon their return, Gideon and Chase were not carrying as many ingredients as Maria had anticipated. Each only carried a couple sticks of butter in one hand. What was in their other hands was more curious. Gideon and Chase both held a gas mask in their non-butter hand.

Maria, however, did not notice the masks. After seeing the butter, she simply turned around and began to wash her hands in preparation for the baking ahead. She didn’t notice as Gideon and Chase pulled the gas masks over their faces or when Gideon kicked a bright red switch under a cabinet. By the time she had finished washing her hands, Maria was too loopy to notice that Gideon and Chase were dragging her down the hall to a sealed closet.

Chase dragged Maria’s practically limp body onto a pile of hay while Gideon released the valve on a gas canister in the back corner of the room. “That should do it,” Gideon said, slamming the door as he exited the closet.

Back in the closet, Maria’s phone vibrated in her pocket as it received a text from Chaia. With an unsent message, it could only return a bubble with three dots. Moments later, the phone cried out a klezmer tune as Chaia called. Maria could not respond, so the phone just rang. And rang. And rang. And rang.

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Thirty minutes later, Maria still hadn’t picked up the phone. Or answered Chaia’s texts. Or even read Chaia’s texts. Chaia dialed her wife’s number into her cell phone again. On speaker, the phone rang. After three unanswered rings, she shifted her attention to the landline on the other side of her computer; Maria always picked up by the third ring. Chaia called 911.

Victor’s headset beeped to indicate the incoming call. He clicked on the large “ANSWER CALL” button in the middle of his screen. “9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

“My wife took a pastry workshop at this bakery on Appleton and she isn’t answering her phone. I think something has happened. She has complex medical needs and-”

“Chaia, it’s Victor, take a deep breath with me.” Victor inhaled and exhaled forcefully, being sure to be loud enough for Chaia to hear through the phone. “This isn’t your cell number; where is your phone?”

“It’s right next to me. I’m still trying to reach Maria.” Chaia replied, a slight twinge of panic rising through her voice.

“Okay. I need you to do two things for me. First, I need the name of the bakery she went to.”

“The Cinnamon Room.”

“Okay. I am dispatching police, but they’re a bit busy with the protests downtown today. Do you have Kai’s number? He should be able to get down there pretty quickly and start to investigate.”

“Yes. I can call him.”

“Okay. Do you want me to stay on the line with you? They’ve just diverted all available units to crowd control at the protests. It might be a while to get the police.”

“I think I’ve got it from here. I’m heading down there right now. I’ll text with any updates.”

“Okay. I will keep you updated as well. Bye.” Victor terminates the call.

Five minutes later, Chaia’s phone buzzes with a text from Kai. “Frontman at the bakery says Maria went to grab a coffee. Heading down to Hazel Flower to check. Justin is staying at the ambo to monitor the door.”

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Kai parked the ambulance block down the street from The Cinnamon Room. He turned to his partner, Justin, and told him, “If I am not back in 30 minutes, get backup.” He hopped out and walked down the street.

He strolled up to a red-haired man in a white apron. “Hi, I’m Kai. My friend is here for a pastry class and I need to drop off something for her. Her name is Maria Glassman.”

The red-haired man paid no attention to Kai. “She went out to get a coffee down the street.”

The coffee shop down the street was empty, so Kai headed back. This time, there was no one behind the counter when he arrived. Sitting amidst floured rolling pins were 2 gas masks. He texted Victor, “They’ve got gas masks. Send cops.”

The red-haired man appeared from down the hall. “I see you’ve come back,” he sneered. He planted a punch in Kai’s face and dragged Kai down the hall to the storeroom. He slumped Kai right next to Maria.

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Chaia pulled up to the bakery, which was now surrounded by vehicles with flashing lights. She jumped out of her car and approached the first person in uniform she could find, which happened to be Justin. “Where’s my wife?” she asked.

Justin took a deep breath and made eye contact with Chaia. “You must be Chaia. My name is Justin. I work with Kai.” He offered Chaia his hand, which she begrudgingly shook. “The cops are still searching inside, but it may not be pretty. On the way over, Kai briefed me on your, uh, Maria’s situation. I think it prudent that you meet the other on-site EMS crew.” He led Chaia to the ambulance at the other end of the bakery facade. Motioning to the two paramedics leaning against the back of the ambulance, Justin said, “That’s Eaton and Sienna. I’ve filled them in.”

Chaia nodded at the pair. “Nice to meet you.”

Right then, a police officer ran out the door of the bakery. “I’ve found them! They’re gonna need oxygen.” The officer held the door as Justin, Sienna, and Eaton rushed in, bringing two stretchers and supplies into the bakery. Another officer grabbed Chaia’s arm to keep her outside.

“I need to see her!” Chaia cried, tears beginning to slide out of her eyes.

“You can see her when they bring her outside,” the officer told Chaia, shifting their hand from gripping Chaia’s forearm to holding her hand.

Kai was the first to be wheeled out of the bakery. He was semi-conscious. He could almost react to questions and occasionally twitch his face in response to the Oxygen cannula resting in his nostrils. He was brought out by only Eaton.

Justin and Sienna wheeled Maria out a minute later. Chaia couldn’t see the readings on the pulse oximeter but the ambu bag over Maria’s nose and mouth indicated that it couldn’t be good.

“Chaia, over here! Walk with me,” Justin called out.

Chaia joined him at her wife’s side.

“We’re about two to four minutes out from the hospital,” Justin told Chaia. “We’ve got two patients, two ambulances, and only three functional paramedics. Can you bag Maria until we get to the hospital?”

“You want me to be in charge of keeping my wife alive?”

“You are qualified and trained to do so.”

Chaia sniffled. “I--” “Chaia.” Justin locked eyes with Chaia.

She sighed. “Fine.” Chaia climbed into the back of the ambulance with Justin. Justin handed Chaia the blue bag mask and hopped out the back to run around to the driver's seat.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Chaia responded weakly. She took a deep breath as she squeezed the plastic bulb at the end of the bad mask and let it go to supplement her wife’s weak breaths.

#came to me in a dream #whump #kidnapping tw #ambulance tw #unconscious #two whumpees #hurt/comfort #rainbowsweatersquad #bakery whump #that is a thing right #it is now #medwhump #ish #attempted kidnappings #kidnapping whump #anesthetic gas #gas masks #unconscious whumpee

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years ago

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Mommy’s (Not So) Good Girl-Ch 12

I am awake and out of the house, truly on my way to campus, by 9 am the next morning. Dean and I had one last roll in the hay before I had to shower and get on the road so Mom wouldn’t find out I hadn’t gone back Friday like I said I would.

Dean kisses me passionately at the still closed front door and then stands there while I pack up my bag and hop into the car. I wave at him before backing out of the driveway and pointing my car in the direction of Purdue University.

The hour long drive is filled with reminiscing of this summer. I turned 21 and lost my virginity. Finally! And the person who I chose to give that gift to, took it with respect and admiration. I had known Dean when I was younger and now he was back in my life and damn, how hadn’t I noticed how hot he was back then?

When I get to campus I easily find my room and see that my roommate Sheila has moved back in also; that is, if all the boxes and bags sitting on her bed is any indication. I lay my luggage down on my side of the room before I flop down onto the mattress.

Man, I miss home already! I miss Dean and his goofy attitude and his lewd, off color remarks that shouldn’t be funny but has me laughing uncontrollably. I realize suddenly that I have let feelings get in the way of what was supposed to be a fling, just a way for me to lose the one thing that was holding me back from being a typical college student. I have fallen for my mom’s boyfriend! This ain’t good.

Hours later, I have all my clothes put away and my books stacked on my desk beside the laptop that I’m waiting to update when my phone dings. I look at the screen and smile when I see a message from Dean.

>Did you make it to campus?

>>Yea. No problems.

>That’s good.

I wait to see if he’s going to say anything else but after about five minutes I text him back.

>>Is that all?

>Yea…. Yes.

>>So, how’s Mom?

>She’s good.

>>Not as good as me, right? ;)

>Abby.

>>I’m sorry. :)

“Welcome class. I’m Professor Gray. This is the Individual and Government Investment course you are required for your degree,” the man at the podium announces. “Now as you can see Ms. Wheeling is passing out the syllabus and outline of the papers that are due and when.”

I smile at Kerri Wheeling as she hands me the packet. Kerri and I have had almost all the same classes together since we both arrived at Purdue as freshmen. Whereas I chose to stay in and study and go home as soon and as often as I could, Kerri had stayed on campus living as she put it ‘the true college life’. The life that turned her into a partier and a bit of a slut.

But I was brought up not to judge anyone and so Kerri and I stayed friendly, except when she’d beg me to go out and loosen up on the weekends. Kerri had no idea that until this summer, I had still been a virgin. ‘And now I don’t have to worry about her finding out,’ I think to myself as I focus on the professor.

As soon as I step out of the building that my IGI class is in, I shudder. ‘Perverted old man!’ I think to myself. I head toward the coffee cart to get a cup of the hot liquid. While I’m enjoying the beverage, I think back to the coffee Dean and I spilt that Sunday morning before I came back. I grab my phone out of my bag and open the message app, clicking on Dean’s name.

>>Agh! I hate college.

>Why’s that?

>>Professor Gray is a dirty old coot.

>Aww, he can’t be that bad.

>>I saw him checking out the other girls in my class. He looked right down Kerri’s shirt!

>She got a nice rack? Ha

>>That’s not the point!

>I know baby girl.

>>Men are such pervs.

>Well on behalf of all men, I apologize.

>>You’re funny. Not! Anyway gotta get to my next class. Call me later?

>Sure.

Dean never calls, not that I exactly expect him to. I put all my attention and concentration on my studies and for a month, I forget about Mom’s boyfriend.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, going over my latest term paper with a fine-toothed comb I jump my phone pings. I pick it up and smile when I see who is messaging.

>House is quiet. What are you doing?

>>Studying. Where are Mom and Ben?

>Lisa’s still at work and Ben is at Brad’s. So what are you wearing baby girl?

>>Really? Are you trying to sext me?

>So? I’m bored.

>>You’re bored so you decided to sext me?

>Sorry. I’ll leave you alone.

>>No, no. Wait! It’s okay. I need a break anyways. A t-shirt and shorts; no bra or panties.

>Mmhmm. And why not?

>>I like to be comfortable.

>Should send me a picture.

>>Of?

>Anything you want.

I open the camera app on my phone, pose as best as I can while laughing and snap the picture. I attach it to the message and hit send.

>If only I had a foot fetish. ;)

I think of another pose and when one comes to mind, I quickly model the idea and click the picture and send it immediately.

>Wishing that was my dick instead?

>>Yes.

>Yes, what?

>>Yes Daddy.

>That’s better little girl.

I lay back on my pillow, pulling the bottom of my t-shirt up over my chest, my tits of full display. Taking my dampened fingers I circle the nipple of one, then the other, making them hard. I clumsily hold my phone out in front of me and take the picture, attaching it and sending it quickly. I hold my breath as I wait for Dean’s reply. This is my first time sexting and I want to make sure I don’t get too quick to send stuff.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @death-unbecomes-you @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @deanwanddamons @hoboal87 @marvelfanbrenda @vicmc624 @smoothdogsgirl @elliloumom @stoneyggirl

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heartjwi · 5 years ago

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could you do a bed sharing au with any of the dreamies,, ur choice im indecisive, like an e2l,,, im a sucker for bed sharing stuff 🤧🤧🤧

requests are open

going on spontaneous trips with the dreamies sorta became your thing™️

like expect someone to call you at 1 am and just be like:

“PACK YOUR SHIT WE’RE PICKING YOU UP IN 5”

and then y’all end up in the middle of no where in the middle of the night

but in the end, it’s always fun being with your best friends

except for jaemin

something about him just made your skin crawl

but it dont matter

cs u lit cher rally ignore him each time

you either stick with renjun or hyuck

no in between

jaemin is just,,,, he’s something else

anywho

the dreamies ,, yet again planned something spontaneously

and that is,,,

having a roadtrip across town

you don’t even know what the fuck they ate that day

to even plan something so,, out of the blue

and out of your own reach

like, you guys barely have any money combined for gas

and at some point y’all need to shower

that means staying at a hotel

and buying food

¿¿

but according to chenle, “money doesn’t matter. the memory with your love ones does”

so here y’all are,, packed in jeno’s car

“WHY DIDNT YOU GET THE MINI VAN” hyuck dramatically whines as he got in the passenger seat

the mf passenger seat

‘lucky bitch’ you thought as u squeezed yourself between renjun and jaemin

“why is y/n beside me and not jisung” jaemin complains

“cause i don’t want to sit with you” jisung replies on the other side of the car

jaemin grunts and avoids your physical contact at all costs

but obviously fails

every time jeno hits a speedbump you just fall right onto his lap

in which of course you remove yourself off of him in the speed of light

“you fucking suck at driving” renjun kicks jeno’s chair making the car brake abruptly

“I CANT TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE” chenle yells getting a paper bag and v*mits

car sickness yk??

the entire roadtrip was a mess

the sun has finally set and it was getting dark out

“yo um, i’m not gonna drive our asses all the way across town overnight i need me some beauty sleep” jeno looks at everyone with the rear view mirror

“theres a motel nearby let’s just stay there for tonight and tonight only” hyuck cleared out things, getting the GPS ready & working

“what are having for dinner?” you asked

“let’s just have some pizza” renjun suggests

“heh let’s try and not kill the pizza man” chenle snickers, remembring a certain scene from a music video he saw a few days ago

jaemin doesn’t say anything and just spaces out

you rolled your eyes at how he didn’t say anything

like i said, everything he does??? annoys tf out of you

“why are you so annoyed at him?” renjun asks you, playing with the hems of the blanket you two are sharing

“cause he’s jaemin. he’s so mean to me and i didnt do shit” you murmured, loud enough for renjun to hear

jaemin, who had his airpods on wasnt actually listening to songs

he was eavesdropping your conversation w renjun the entire trip

and he somehow felt bad that he was being mean to you

just the sudden realization hits him

but he brushed it off and continued to listen to everyones conversation

night time finally comes through and everyone is now at the motel

since renjun is ,, the legal adult in this situation

he booked everyone a room

with the limited budget y’all got atm,,, he only booked 3 rooms

“sad to say, two of us have to share 1 room together since all the two bed rooms are taken” renjun explains, holding out the three room keys

“let’s play rock paper scissors to determine the pairs” chenle suggested

“great idea bro” jisung whispers to chenle

“i know right bro” chenle giggles

you stared at the two kids in awe before being rudely pushed by jaemin himself

“move” he pushes past you

“dickhead” you muttered

“rock paper scissors.. shoot!” hyuck yells out

in the end the pairs were:

first room: jeno & hyuck;

second room: jisung, chenle & renjun

(renjun gets that other single bed while chenji gets to share the bed)

and finally, the one bed room,,,

it was you and jaemin

“you gotta be fucking kidding me” you react

the 5 boys looked at the two of you uncertainly

especially renjun and jeno

“i’d switch rooms with you if you’d like” renjun offers

“yeah! you can have the lone bed y/n!” chenle smiles

but you both reject the offers

“are you okay with this?” jeno asks jaemin cautiously knowing how,, cranky he can become when he’s a tad bit tired

“yeah” jaemin mumbles

“are you sure-”

“its fine. i can manage” jaemin waves jeno off

everyone slowly comes up to their rooms

you and jaemin stayed behind to get your stuff from the car

you got your small luggage and backpack and started trudging up the stairs

jaemin who was behind you couldn’t help but watch you in pity

he even started contemplating with himself whether or not to help you

swallowing his pride, he silently grabs both of your bags and sped walk to your room

you felt your heart flutter at his sudden actions

“snap out of it” you slapped yourself in the face

but still

you can’t hide that sly smile from your face

jaemin places your things by the door and went out to get some fresh air and some snacks

you decided that you’d use your alone time to go shower and pamper or some shit

after taking a cold shower (since the motel offers to PAY for hot water) you brushed your teeth and changed into pajamas

a little later jaemin comes back from his stroll

and walks in on you with your pink pajamas with a towel on top of your head

“cute” he comments, smirking at himself after seeing your flustered face

he does his business and later follows you to bed

there was a pillow barricade in the middle of the king sized bed

it was kinda awkward to move around since the bed creaks

and not to mention the mattress was hard as a rock

there was no TV in your room so to pass time, you stared at the ceiling fan in silence for god knows how long

till jaemin decides to break the silence

“i’m sorry”

you sat up and stared at him— who was also staring right back at you

“for?” you raised a brow

“for everything. for being rude to you for no reason” he calmly states

“i’m sorry too” you look at him with a pout

jaemin chuckles, “i guess we’re even”

after that, you and jaemin talk about endless things till the two of you got sleepy

“jaems, i’m tired” you whined

“this is the nth time you whined today. don’t get me started on your whines in the car” he nags

you scoffed, “bitch please”

“and don’t think you were trying to get handsy on me whenever you fall right onto my lap!” he accuses you

“like i wanted to touch you” you poke your tongue at him

jaemin rolls his eyes but laughs anyway

“since we’re friends now, lets get rid of this pillow barricade” he flings the pillow right onto the floor

“why though” you ask dumbfounded

“no reason” he giggles

“just admit you have a crush on me” you make kissy faces in front of him

he nearly gags but laughs yet again

you stared into his eyes which were sparkling

how come you never noticed such thing before?

“anyway, let’s sleep now” jaemin tells you before turning off the lights in the room

you two made yourself comfortable under the covers before hitting the hay

“goodnight jaemin” you whispered, closing your eyes

“sweet dreams, y/n” jaemin smiles to himself, before heading off to dreamland

the next morning, instead of feeling the cold and hard mattress,

you found yourself hugging something warm and cuddly

you woke up to be in jaemin’s arms

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creepyalienghost · 4 years ago

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🌽Corn Maze🌽

It was the last class of the week for all four of the boys. Joey’s history class was watching a movie for free day. He couldn’t wait for school to be over because they were all going to the corn maze. It was the perfect autumn day to go. The sun was hiding behind the clouds and the the air was cool.

Over the lunch periods earlier, the boys had texted about it and decided to go today after school do to it be storming tomorrow then going over to Joey’s parents house.

Norman has been watching the clock all class. It was easy given the fact that it was algebra and he hated algebra. Once the last minute ticked Norman started stuffing his notebook and text book in his bag.

Once they bell rang Norman got up, swinging his bag around his shoulder and went down the hall to the band room where his boyfriends last class is.

Sammy delicately places his violin in his case and added the bow then closing and locking the case before putting the case on a shelf. He grabbed his book bag and went out to meet with Norman then his other friends for the corn maze.

Joey meet Henry at his locker putting his books away. “Hey Henry.” Joey leans on the locker next to his.

“Hey jojo.” Henry closes his locker and gave Joey a kiss.

“You ready for fun?” Joey ask after they finished.

“Oh I am!” Henry sighs in relief. “I worked my ass off all week on these assignments and projects!”

“Aww!” Joey wrapped his arm around Henry’s shoulder. “Let’s go have mindless fun now.” Henry nodded, leaning in some as they walked to Joey’s car.

They two couples meet out side by Joey’s rich parents car and all piled in. Joey started the car and drove out of the parking lot. His left hand on the wheel and his right in Henry’s hand. Joey glances in the mirror and peaks at the two in back.

Sammy was cuddled in the arms of Norman and was reading a book appropriate to the season. Norman might have been reading it to. Joey smiled and glances back to the road.

In no time Joey pulled up into a parking spot and killed the Engine then getting out with Henry and Norman. Sammy put his book mark on his page and closes it, clawing out to.

“Ohh I see the corn maze!” Joey said excited.

They could all see the corn maze in the vary back. there was also a filled of pumpkins you could buy, an area were you can feed baby animals, a little park for kids, places for pictures and a scary hay ride but that doesn’t start tell 8, and a concession stand.

“well what should we do first?” Henry ask once they paid to get in.

“Let’s do the corn maze first.” Norman suggestion. “It’s the longest and it would be worse at night if we get lost.”

The ethers agree and head to the corn maze and going in. When they got far enough in it was like all sound -screams, laughter, talking and the animals- was gone. it felt like they were on there on in the world. The corn stalks were towering over each of there heads so there was no seeing the outside ether. But it was fun, that Erie feeling in the pit of there stomachs and they continued down the long path. Then they went left.

They became lost in the corn maze. Of corse they did. It was part of the experience. Joey had been secretly wanting to get lost and Sammy notice they haven’t came across anyone else in here ether. “What if everyone is is dead.” He said in a spooky voice.

“Or they been sucked up in a spaceship?” Joey added and they other two laughed.

“I can do one better.” Henry said. “What if were the ghost and this Is our afterlife.

“Ohh that is a good one.” Joey replied then kisses Henry.

Sammy turn to Norman to see if he could do better but he wasn’t behind him now. He looked left then right. “Guy. Did he lose Norman?”

“Oh crap. When was the last time he was hear?” Henry ask.

“I- just a few minutes ago I though?” Sammy replied.

“Norman! We’re over here!” Joey called out. “Follow me v-

Norman jumped out at them from behind, making them all scream in fright. He cracked up laughing from how scared everyone was.

“You dick!” Joey said but was laughing.

“I think my heart stop!” Henry had his hand over his heart.

“You mean.” Sammy who had fallen back in fright, pouts.

“Yikes. Sorry Sammy.” Norman helped up his boyfriend. “And stop being a drama queen Henry.” He joked.

Sammy cuddles into Norman chest. “Hmm you should be.” He looked up and smirked.

Norman leans down and kisses him on the nose. “Forgive me now?”

Sammy blushes and nodded. “your forgiven.”

Norman smiled down at him. “Great!

The four continued on down the paths of the corn maze and soon came up to the scarecrow. Sammy pulled out his phone and got a few pictures with it. One of all four. One of him and Norman and the last with Henry and Joey. He sent the two pictures to both Henry and Joey and sent 2 to Norman.

It took another 30 minutes before they found there way out. “ yay freedommmmm” Henry Said being a drama queen again. Joey playfully rolls his eyes as they all laugh.

Then next activity they choose was the animals. Sammy got a lot of cute and funny moments from this activity. like Norman feeding a pig and petting it. The pig was found of Norman and crawled into his lap. Norman petted the pig for a long while, Henry holding a baby chick then getting swarm by it’s brothers and sisters, surrounding Henry. and Joey getting chased by an Alpaca because he was afraid to feed it and held on to the bucket. Norman even recorded Sammy feeding and petting the sheep. They were his favorite.

They all decided to get the pumpkins last so the only think left is the haunted hay ride! But you had to wait 30 minutes for the next ride so while they waisted they got there dinner ant ate it.

Once it was time they packed in with others. Sammy and Norman huddle on one side while Henry and Joey we’re huddled together across form them. Soon the ride began. It was quit fir the first few minutes but then out of no where came a guy with a chainsaw running toured them, making them all scream. Sammy got closet to Norman and felt his grip tightening a bit, letting him know that he won’t let nothing bad happy to him.

There was so many more scares, screams and laugher from the others scared look. The ride sadly had to come to an end though. With having done everything they all went to the pumpkin patch to find there perfect pumpkin. Norman found his in two minutes. With Joey being the next one having his, Sammy followed with Henry being the last.

They all paid for there pumpkins and went to Joeys house to stay the night. They all out there pumpkins in the Garage to do tomorrow when it’s raining.

For now Joey made a fire in there pit outside. Sammy cuddled up next to Norman in the bench, Norman wrapping his arms around his waist. Henry and Joey sit close on the two Single chairs. They begin to tell ghost stories with Joey being the first. And his mother coming out with hot chocolate for them.

#bendy and the ink machine #joey drew studios #joey drew #henry stein #henry x joey #sammy lawrence #norman polk #norman x sammy #sammy x norman #joey x henry

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alfernover · 5 years ago

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Strike of the Dragon - Chapter I (StrikeTeam!Genji AU)

Chapters: Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (coming soon)

Characters: The Shimada Wife person, Jack Morrison, Gabriel Reyes, Ana, Genji(sorta), Hanzo(kinda?), Sojiro(dunno)

A/N: First proper fanfic yeah baby. Hope yall like it! Dunno how many chapters there’ll be, but we’ll just have to wait and see. Should also tell you that even though it’s mainly about Genji and Mercy. Both characters aren’t much or even in it, it’ll just explain how and why Genji got into the Strike Team. Enjoy!

She never got ill after giving birth to her second son. She remained awake to the open world and never fell into the darkness, but didn't go into the light either... not at that moment. They named him Genji, he seemed like a bundle of joy. His father, proud and beaming brightly at having a son. "He'll become a true helper to Hanzo," he declared as the anxious doctors watch in awe to see their leader smile, who they thought never could.

The mother stayed in the hospital to gain her strength. The father had gone to carrying on his leadership with his clan. But the eldest son came to visit his mother, who laid in her bed, gaining strength everyday. She would always be please to see him, the eldest son would always look down at Genji within his mother's arms, wrapped around in soft, white blankets and give an odd look and a tint of curiosity towards his now younger sibling. The mother would soon gain strength and eventually be taken out of hospital, on a wheelchair with her newborn son of course. She was taken back to the buildings of where she lived, with warm welcomes and stares towards the child which was held in her arms the entire time. Her husband was wearing his rare smile where the servants would whisper quietly to each other about it more than the newborn.

The mother thought she would be fine with her young son in her eyes, and her eldest son walking with her, and knowing she can watch him wait patiently for his brother to grow. But then, her husband came. He only gave a pleasant smile to her and told her that he'll be taking Hanzo away for a while. She asked why, he only replied that he'll be trained.

The mother knew this, and watched as two men came and took her eldest son, who's looks at them showed confusion and gave a worried look towards his mother, who could only watch teary eyed, knowing that it was pointless in trying to stop them. The father only gave a nod to the men who guided the eldest son out of the door and looked over to his wife, only smiled and told everything will be fine in the end. But as he left, the mother now knew it wasn't, they were going to turn her eldest son into a soulless killing machine. And then it'll be her other son too. But her eldest son was needed to become the heir of the clan, whilst the second son was dispensable, only to do dirty work for elders of the clan and do their bidden, he would be their machine to, their own little bastion unit. And he was right there, sleeping soundly in his cradle. No movement apart from his belly moving up and down, the mother looked down, tears welling up at what will happen to her sons. She quickly made a decision, she couldn't save her eldest son, but she will save her youngest.

***

She had to get some help, she asked her most trusted servants, with much persistence and begging, they agreed with helping her escape with the baby she held so close to her body. It wasn't big of a plan, she would only pretend to take her young son out for some fresh air instead of the castle. Her husband approved of this with a nod and continued to do his work. She headed out of the gates for the last time and went around the corner to be collected by a red hover car, which wasn't known to the clan, and off they went, away from the place the mother called home, and away from what life could've happened...

***

Whilst war was spread across the world, man fighting machine, the mother hid her son from the horrors of it, going from country to country. Running from the raging clan which servants had informed to the mother that her husband was furious and broken, and has his men hunting her and her own child down. But the mother never let this happened, she remained in houses which friends of friends gave her, she managed to stay in one for an entire year before leaving with a two-year-old son, confused on what was happening.

The son grew. There was no stopping that, and he grew with her mother's kindness and wisdom and she would smile at him whilst he played.

The war soon ended, human and omnic had finally made peace with each other. No killings will happen again and they the world hoped that they will rebuild the world once more. The mother only smiled that no omnic would come to harm her child, as grew to small boy.

***

But they were still endanger by the clan she thought would protect them both. The mother thought she could never protect her child forever and they'll be caught by the clan of which was furious on her betrayal.

They were caught eventually, but not by the clan.

An organisation made by the United Nations was made so to help with the war effort between the humans and omnics, after peace came about between them, the organisation soon just became an international peace-keeping organisation where they look into research and help and protect people from danger. They were called Overwatch.

Of course, the organisation was busy with the omnic crisis and didn't have time to track down any people who had nothing to do with the omnic crisis. But afterwards, the clan saw Overwatch as a threat and tried to attack them at one of the bases, they almost succeeded, until they brought out the strike team. After this, Overwatch began to search cases on the clan, they eventually found something very interesting, that the mother had ran away with her youngest son.

Immediately, they started locating her and after a month of them searching, they found the mother in Sweden with her son behind her legs. They took her and the young son to the nearest base where two men waited were waiting for her, they took the child to another room and took the mother to another, she only sat there, whilst a man converse with another who had darker skin and scruffy beard.

At last, both men came into the interrogation room and sat down on the other side of the table.

"Hi," said the dark skinned man, "my name is Gabriel Reyes, this man next to me is Jack Morrison... commander of Overwatch."

Morrison nodded at Reyes and looked over at the mother, who just stared down at the clear white table. Morrison spoke up from the short silence. "You're Akari Shimada, once apart of the Shimada Clan and wife to the current leader of the clan, Sojiro Shimada, am I correct?"

"...Yes."

Morrison and Reyes looked at each other for a split second and returned to looking at the downcast woman. "We were hoping that could explain to us why you had runaway from your clan and going into hiding for five years?" asked Reyes, venturing carefully as possible, though Morrison thought it was more reckless than anything.

Akari sighed deeply. "I ran so to save my son."

"Don't you have another one though?" asked Morrison quickly.

"Hai."

"Was that a yes or no?"

"It was a yes."

"Why did you abandon your other son then?" asked Morrsion.

Reyes groaned, eyes almost going into the back of his head, he leaned into Morrison's ear. "Be more respectful Jack," he whispered, the dark skinned man then went properly back into his chair whilst Morrison only glared at him. They both looked back at Akari, and to their shock, she was shaking a little.

"I only got one out because I was too late to save my eldest," she said, her throat almost blocking off her sentence midway. Morrison and Reyes continued to stare, whilst Akari continued on. "My husband, he and his men took my eldest son away so they could train him, I had no say in the matter," she said, "I knew then that my youngest son would be taken away from me again, he would become much worse than my other son, he would just a soulless pawn to the clan, who'll just kill the competition. I did what I thought was right, and make sure my youngest son got out of there."

"But you couldn't stay there too," said Reyes.

Akari nodded, tears streaming down her face, whilst still shaking. "The clan would've figured out it was me and the elders would've demanded my death. I couldn't leave my son alone either, a son needs his mother."

Reyes nodded with agreement whilst Morrison just sighed, his fingers went to his temple and thought for a few seconds. "So..." said Akari, "you're going to torture me for information and then dump me into a prison... aren't you?"

"Not likely," said Morrison, shaking his head, "we have a proposition for you."

Akari looked up at the two men finally, her eyes blood red and her brow raised with confusion. Reyes decided to speak next. "We can give you protection you need for your... ex-clan to stop trying to find and kill you... and also for you stay out of prison," said Reyes, "but you'll have to give us all the information you know so we can take down the clan."

She froze for a split second, then her body relaxed a little, she stared at Reyes, then at Morrison. "What about my child?" she asked.

"He'll be trained by Overwatch, of course, he will be trained in the... ninja arts? So you don't have to worry about him being vulnerable."

"And what will happen to him afterwards?"

"Join the strike team of course!"

Morrison flinched and quickly spun his head at Reyes. Akari nodded her head and looked back at the table. Reyes, barely looking back at the commander, carried on talking. "You'll have to obviously sign some forms and be coped up on the base, but we'll allow you and your son to roam freely from the base after a few months and you both share your own headquarters at a base somewhere best suited for your son's training."

Akari nodded silently. Morrison and Reyes then got up and left the interrogation room. A woman with dark skin, black hair and a tattoo under her one of her eyes looked over to them. "I think that went well," she admitted.

"It didn't," grumbled Morrison.

"What? Why?" said Reyes, "we've got her and the kid and now we can train a boy with those dragon abilities!"

"It's not that dammit!" exclaimed Morrison, "you said he'll be on the strike team!"

"...I did?"

"Yes, you idiot!"

"Well... Jack, we aren't getting any younger, by the time the kid is ready, you'll have grey hair."

"He won't be trusted by the public!"

"Jack!"

Both men looked at the woman with the tattoo, who looked back at the commander with a stern eye. "The public won't trust him at first, we all know that, but we must let them gain trust over time," she said, "we tell the UN what we're doing and make sure this doesn't get released to the press until the boy is ready. Besides, we don't want a child be in the dark, do we?"

Jack sighed. "No Ana."

"Then that settles it then," Ana declared, "the boy will be in the strike team and that's it!"

No more was said on the matter of what position the child would be. As the mother signed the form after Morrison and Reyes' signatures were on it, as well as some of the United Nations, she felt a little eased by the whole thing, they were flown to Switzerland to the base in Zurich, where her son would get trained, and hopefully be able to control his dragon once older.

#gency #fanfic #overwatch #i swear this is a gency story #but this left a cliffhanger #i had to make the next part a separate chapter

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Hot as Hell and No A/C, Chapter 9 (Branjie) - Blackhighheels

(7593 words - it got a bit out of hand and too long)

(Read on AO3)

Nine

Jose glances over at the man in his passenger’s seat and gives him a smile. He still can’t really believe all that has happened since last night. It feels like a dream.

Not only has Brock finally talked with him, but told him he loves him, wants to be with him as his boyfriend and now even wants to come out to his parents.

Jose’s not sure how he feels about the last part because the only way he can see this going is really badly. He’s very nervous about it. He’s also scared for Brock’s safety, because he doesn’t trust his asshole father one bit.

Jose’s own coming out had been unnerving and stressful, but all he had to worry about was getting beat up at school or mocked by his relatives. Getting shot by his mother or father had never been one of his worries, not that the rest hadn’t been horrible enough for a sixteen year old. But he’d been in love back then, with his first boyfriend and he’d wanted to hold his hand and kiss him. Sneaking around wasn’t as much fun as it sounded, and at some point he just got scared that the rumours would get to his mother before he had a chance to talk to her. She hadn’t been surprised at all, but had still managed to make the whole thing horrible, by sitting him down and giving him a very detailed talk about sex - gay sex. It had come in helpful about a six months later, but at the time he’d thought he’d die out of embarrassment.

He’s worried about Brock, about all of it being too much too fast. Of course, he wants him in L.A. with him and he doesn’t want to hide him or sneak around. If Brock asked him to however, he would do it. He’d drive to this fucking stupid yeehaw-town every week if he had to, just to go and see his man in secret – that’s how crazy he is about him, literally.

A kiss placed on the back of his hand brings him out of his head.

”You’re ok?” Brock asks him.

”Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Brock chuckles and keeps his hand in his. ”Take a right behind that barn and park the car there. I can go in through the back and the car can’t be seen from the house.”

Jose parks the car as instructed and turns the engine off. ”You sure you wanna do this? You know you don’t have to.”

”Yes.” Brock sounds absolutely sure and weirdly calm.

”And you sure you don’t want me to come in with ya?”

”Absolutely. You stay here. The second you’d come in, it would be a fight.”

”If you not back in thirty minutes or give me some kind of sign you alive, I’m coming in with the troops to get ya,” Jose vows.

”What kind of troops?”

”Me and the twenty people living in my head.” Brock guffaws and pulls him into another kiss. When he pulls back, Jose wraps his arms around his neck to keep him close.

”You’re crazy.” Brock says it so lovingly that Jose doesn’t even protest, but instead kisses him again.

”You been warned now. No complaining when you stuck with my crazy ass.”

”I’d love to be stuck with your crazy ass. And I won’t regret doing his, don’t worry. No matter the outcome, I can’t see things being worse than just a week ago.” Jose is surprised that Brock picked up on his worries even though he didn’t voice them out loud. ”Just… be here when I get back. Don’t leave, ok?”

”Never. My gay ass won’t leave this car or this place or you, promise. You got thirty minutes.”

”Ok,” Brock takes a deep breath and seems to steel himself for what’s coming. Before he leaves, he leans back into the car and pecks Jose’s lips a couple of times. ”For luck.” He winks at him and then is gone, has walked into the large barn. Jose takes his phone out and starts the 30 minute countdown, nervous about how this is going to go and his worries grow with every second that ticks down.

***

Brock takes another deep breath before he opens the backdoor to the house. He knows his parents will be sitting in the kitchen having breakfast. He wants to surprise them, so they won’t see him come. As quietly as possible he slips inside and can hear the usual breakfast sounds from the kitchen: the clatter of the dishes and cutlery, his mother hurrying through the kitchen getting things for his father and his father flipping through the newspaper.

”Good morning,” he greets them, very aware that he is still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

”Brock!” His mother sounds either relieved or worried, he can’t really tell, but she puts her fork down and looks at him.

”Where the hell have you been? I had to do all the work in the stable and barn on my own this morning. You gonna do the hay on ya own later,” his father barks and only shortly looks up from his newspaper.

”I’m gonna get you some coffee and make you something to eat,” his mother makes a move to stand up, but Brock stops her.

”No, I already had breakfast, thank you,” he says politely.

”I don’t care about your breakfast. I asked you a question!” His father puts his newspaper down and glares at him.

”I have to talk to you,” Brock says instead.

”You got the hussy pregnant, whoever she is?”

Brock ignores his fathers comment, leans against the counter and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He feels his heart beat away in his chest, much faster than usual, but he’s not scared. He knows that no matter what happens Jose is waiting in the car behind the barn and Ada will be on his side. He won’t be alone, he won’t be homeless and he will be loved; maybe even more than he’s ever been here in this house.

”I didn’t get anyone pregnant and I didn’t spent last night with a woman.” He just wants to go on when his mother interrupts him.

”Then where have you been? It’s not right being gone all night, no one knowing where ya at. Then you show up here in yesterday’s clothes. It’s not right, son.”

”Before I can tell you where I’ve been, there’s something else I need to tell you first. I… like… I know you’re gonna be disappointed and probably hate me, but… I can’t go on like this anymore. Things need to change.”

”You wanna bail on us again and leave us with the work, so you can go to some fancy school no one needs?”

”No, dad.” Brock shakes his head, but there’s a glimmer of hope in his chest that one day he will be able to do exactly that and study what he always wanted to study. ”But, like, it’s gonna depend on you, if I keep working on the farm or not. Because…. I’m gay.”

There, he’s said it.

He’s come out to his parents and they stare at him with wide eyes. The silence is very loud.

”What?” His father is so shocked that his voice is weirdly soft for once and Brock wonders when he has last heard it like this.

”I’m gay.” He says it louder, nearly proudly.

”But…no. No!” His mother shakes her head and presses her hand to her mouth. Brock feels the sadness and disappointment radiating off of her. It hurts, it does, but he’s still bracing himself for the explosion he knows is going to happen with his father.

”No son of mine is gay! I made sure of that!” He mumbles the words, which is weird.

”You surely tried beating it out of me, but it didn’t work.”

”You’re no faggot!” There it is, the yelling he has been waiting for. His father’s fists slam down on the kitchen table.

”I spent last night with a man, so I’m pretty sure I am.” Brock ignores the slurs and tries to stay calm. A broken sob makes him look to his mother who has started to cry.

”Get the fuck out of my house! You disgust me! You no son of mine! My son’s no faggot!”

Brock takes a deep breath as more and more homophobic insults fly his way, that are getting cruder by the second. ”You sure you want me to leave? What about the farm and the work?”

”I’d rather burn the damn thing to the ground than have a faggot working and sleeping here. It’s damn time Dan takes over and starts working on the land he’s gonna inherit anyway, while you’ll burn in hell. And now fuck off before I shoot ya!”

”I’m gonna pack my things and leave. You won’t have to see me no more,” Brock replies, looking his father straight in the eyes. There’s so much he wants to say to him, tell him what an awful joke of a man and he is, but he knows it’s not worth it. This man doesn’t even deserve his anger. It’s not like he expected anything else. ”Mom? That’s what you want, too? You want me to leave?” He needs to ask though, because he still has hope. But she simply looks down to the table, like she can’t bear to even look at him anymore. ”Alright,” he nods, knowing that’s it.

He grabs his suitcase from under his bed and first puts his clothes in, then the few other things he wants to take: Photos, a couple of books, his bible, his old laptop, his photo camera and his phone charger. He also adds the small wooden chess game his grandmother bought him a long time ago and a small wooden chest he carved himself.

”Brock?” his mother is standing in the doorway, a tissue clasped tightly in her hand. He stops checking the room for forgotten things for a second and gives her his full attention.

”Mom?”

”Don’t… just say you didn’t mean it. We can like… the reverend can get you help and your dad will calm down and… we just gonna forget it all. If you take it back…” She’s still crying.

”I can’t, mom. I’ve tried conversion therapy when I went away to College and it didn’t work.”

”You knew back then that you’re…. that you’re thinking like that?”

”I’ve always known mom. And I tried to fight it and I tried to change and lie, even to myself, because I thought it was wrong and a sin and… everything y’all always told me. But I can’t do it no more. I’ve felt like shit for so long and I thought about killing myself a couple of times…” Another sob escapes his mother. ”And now, for the first time I’m in love. I love him, mom, so much. I tried to forget about him and continue living a lie, but I just can’t do it. You saw me lying in this bed, depressed and sick to my stomach. You know I’ve been unhappy. I just… I choose to be me this time and I choose to be happy. And I’d rather do it with you than without you, but you give me no choice.”

”Who is he?” her question is quiet and lacks emotion.

”His name is Jose. You’ve met him. ‘Vanjie’, he was Rachel’s dance teacher and drove us to the hospital when Dan fell. That’s kind of how we met.”

She nods and doesn’t look surprised. ”You take care of yourself.” She looks at him and he can’t see any hate or disgust in her eyes. Brock wants to step forward and hug her goodbye, but she quickly turns around before he can do so and leaves the room. This stings a lot more than his father’s screamed insults.

He quickly finishes packing, then grabs the suitcase and a sports bag and leaves the way he has come.

Outside he takes a deep breath. He’s finally free.

When he walks through the barn, Henry shows up and greets him like he usually does. Brock scratches his head and wants to keep walking, but Henry jumps on him and clings to his leg.

”You wanna come?” he asks him and picks him up. Suddenly he knows he can’t leave him. ”Let’s hope Jose’s ok with you.”

With Henry on his arm he suddenly feels euphoric. He did it! He’s come out to his parents, no one got shot and now he gets to finally live his life without hiding who he is or who he loves.

Jose jumps out of the car as soon as he sees him, runs towards him and hugs him so tightly he nearly makes him tumble to the ground and squish the cat.

”I was so worried. There’s only eleven minutes left.”

”I’m ok,” he assures him and laughs. Nothing feels better than being in Jose’s arms again. Jose grabs the sports bag from him and puts it in the back seat while Brock puts the suitcase in the trunk.

”And who’s this?” Jose the asks when he spots Henry.

”That’s my kitten Henry.”

”Kitten? That’s one huge ass cat,” Jose laughs. ”He coming with us, Tiger King?”

”If you’ll have him.”

”We can’t leave your baby behind.” Jose shrugs and suddenly wrinkles his forehead. There’s a weird sound coming from behind Brock. It’s coming from the barn and is getting louder and louder. ”And what the fuck is this?” Jose points to the ground.

Brock laughs when he sees what he means. ”That’s Henry’s brother Apollo. He sounds like a broken lawn-mower when he tries to meow.”

”He ain’t no brother! They look nothing alike! You lying!”

”I’m not. Same litter, but he has a different father, obviously.”

”Oh, their mama’s one of those…” Jose nods knowingly and makes Brock chuckle again. ”What we gonna do with him? He looks pressed.”

”Apollo can’t be bothered by me or any other humans, but I guess he likes Henry.”

”That true? You hate us hoomans?” Jose crouches down and holds out his hand. To Brock’s biggest surprise the grey cat walks over to him and bumps his head against it and starts purring. ”Guess Thacks gonna have two new step brothers, ‘cause I got myself a mans,” Jose smirks up at him. The warmth that spreads from his heart through his whole body, reminds Brock again why he just did what he did. Jose’s certainly all worth it and so much more.

”What did I do to deserve you?” Brock speaks his thoughts out loud, and expresses the wonder that he feels.

”You cute, you been a good christian white boy all your life and you gonna fuck me real good when we get home, that’s what.” With a sassy smile Jose picks up Apollo and places him in the car, before he gets back into the driver’s seat. Brock can only laugh and follows him into the car.

***

By the time they’re back at Jose’s apartment, Brock’s euphoria is gone and reality has settled in. The short drive gave him time to think and once the stress is over, the sadness settles in. Brock kept petting Henry, who was sitting on his lap, while Apollo jumped all over the interior of the car during the short drive.

”Let’s go upstairs,” Jose nudges him gently when they have arrived and manages to catch Apollo, while Brock keeps Henry in his arms.

”Where we gonna put them?” he wonders, because he knows they can’t just let them run round in the same space as Thackery, or it’d end up in war.

”The bathroom for now. We gonna think of something later,” Jose decides. After the two cats are in there, Jose sits down on the sofa and opens his arms. ”And now come here, boo, so I can give ya a hug.” Brock is more than ready for that hug at this point and falls into his arms.

For a while they are both silent, even though Brock knows Jose wants to know what exactly happened. But he needs a moment to sort his thoughts and analyse his own emotions, as he goes over the talk with his parents again and again, different feelings bubbling up.

”My dad reacted like expected. But my mom, she, like, she let me go, didn’t even fight for me. I mean, she like came after me to my room and asked me to take it all back, but she wouldn’t accept me, now that I’m finally being myself. She’d rather have me be fucking unhappy and lying, than gay. How fucked up is that?”

”Real fucked up.” Jose is running his fingers through Brock’s hair and it’s the most relaxing thing ever. ”Did she like throw you out? Your dad did, right?”

”My dad did. She just said I should take care of myself. No goodbye, no ‘I love you’, nothing. Aren’t your parents supposed to love you unconditionally? What happened to that? But, like, they never did anyway, not even my mom. All this crap about family and how we all there for each other and have each others back and love… it’s all just bullshit.”

”Dunno if it helps, but I love you.” Jose sounds timid and it makes Brock look up at him.

”It does. It helps a lot. And I love you, too.” Jose smiles and pecks his lips, which instantly makes Brock feel a whole lot better. ”Is it always like this when you’re in a relationship? That you feel so much so quickly?” He snuggles even more up to Jose, not caring that he’s taler than him. He just needs to be held right now.

”I don’t think so. It ain’t ever been like this for me before. That how I know you special. I couldn’t forget ya.”

”I had like crushes before, but… when I saw you the first time, like… I had to pray extra hard that night.”

”What did you pray for?”

”Salvation? Forgiveness for my sins, because I thought about how beautiful you are and how cute and like…”

”And how hot and sexy and how you was ogling my gay ass and wanted a piece of it?” Jose’s teasing is not too far away from the truth.

”Pretty much,” Brock admits with an embarrassed chuckle.

”Haaa! Babe!” Jose screeches, laughs and hugs him so tightly Brock has trouble breathing.

”I wanted to jump your bones the first time I saw you. You was so fucking hot when you was sleeping in the studio. I kept staring at ya for like ten minutes before I woke you up.”

”You were ogling me?” Brock smiles.

”Hey, bitch, you were ogling me too. Don’t play!” They both have to laugh.

”I’m so glad you came back,” Brock admits after another minute of silence, during which Brock just listens to Jose’s breathing, his head against his chest.

”Me too.”

”And now you’re stuck with taking me back to L.A. with you, paying for everything until I find a job and on top you have two more cats to take care of.” It’s meant to be a flippant and funny comment, but once he speaks the words, Brock realises that he’s scared; Scared that Jose will realised some day soon what he got himself into and will throw him out as well. If his parents don’t want him around, then why should he?

”Now listen….” Jose actually grabs his curls to make him look at him, when Brock doesn’t react to the nudges he gives him before. Once Brock is looking at him, he continues. ”I told you I want you in L.A. with me. If living together gets too much, we can find another solution, but bitch, if you thinking you too much… ya better wait until you realise how crazy I can get. I want my man with me and I want a future. I don’t like playing around and wandering eyes and all that shit. I want to think about a future and long term and I want exclusive. If I hear ”open relationship” from one of these L.A. hos one more time, Imma lose my fucking mind. I’m jealous and all my exes say I’m clingy and I might get too extra sometimes. But… what I wanna say is, we both not perfect and it’s not gonna be all perfect and sexy all the time, but, like, I love you a whole lot and I wanna make this work.”

Brock kisses him softly before he replies. ”Same. And I don’t even know what an open relationship is, but… I’ve never been in any relationship, so…we’ll learn together?” He shrugs. ”And I think… if there’s some way, I really wanna study photography. And I need a job, because I can’t just sit around all day. I’ll do some research later.”

”See, you already making plans. And maybe, you know, you should look into a therapist while you at it. I’m crazy enough for the two of us.” Jose smiles again when Brock chuckles.

”You’re not that crazy.” Brock slowly sits up and adjusts his position, so he is resting against the back of the couch, when his neck starts to hurt. Not being close to Jose is unacceptable, so he pulls him against him this time.

”What else do you wanna do in the future?”

”Someday, I want to go on a vacation. And I want to go to the beach and see the sea. I’ve never been to a real beach.”

”Like never ever?”

”Never ever.”

”Our house is not that far from the beach in L.A., just a ten minute drive. We’ll go, first thing when we get there.”

”And I want to buy a real car, one that doesn’t break down all the time. And one day, I think I want to get married.”

”You wanna have kids too?”

”I’m not sure. Do I have to decide now?” Brock wonders.

”Nah, I’m not sure either. Just… it’s good to know you on the same page in general. Like, I wanna get married, too. And I want someone loyal and faithful and… I wanna be enough.”

”How could you not be enough?” Brock really doesn’t get it.

”Ask my ex. He’s the one who cheated all the time.”

”I’m sorry,” Brock feels bad for him, but he also can’t understand how anyone could cheat on Jose.

”Just… if you ever get sick of me… don’t cheat, k? Just talk to me.”

”Same. If you ever want me gone, talk to me.”

”Deal.” Jose puckers his lips and they kiss to seal the deal. ”How’bout we go back to bed and take a nap. This day’s already been a lot and some crazy motherfucker woke me up way too early and didn’t even let me go back to sleep after we done and did the dirty.” A wide yawn accompanies Jose’s words.

”Weren’t you the one who wanted the dirty? I just wanted to fix the AC.”

Jose snorts and slaps Brock’s shoulder before he sits up. ”Sure, asshole. That why you nearly fucked me again on the kitchen counter.” He holds out his hand to Brock. ”Come on. I need my beauty sleep, before I can come up with a plan for the cats and all the other crazy shit.”

They both just take their pants and shoes off, push Thackery aside and are asleep in no time, even though it’s not even noon yet.

***

Because of their long nap around noon, they are both still up around midnight. Brock knows it’s not that unusual for Jose, but for him it’s certainly past his usual bedtime. However he’s not even tired yet. They’ve done not much in the afternoon, just talked to Jason and had dinner together in the evening. Then Jose had made him watch another movie he insisted Brock absolutely needed to watch. He couldn’t even tell you what it was about, since they spent nearly the whole time making out like teenagers.

”It finally a bit cooler,” Jose remarks when he comes back from the bathroom, where he took care of the cats. Brock has opened the windows and enjoys the gentle breeze that comes in from outside.

”It’s nice outside.” He looks out the window and sees the fields around them illuminated by the moonlight.

”Mmh.” Jose wraps his arms around Brock’s waist from behind and leans his cheeks against his shoulder. ”In L.A. when it’s this nice out at night, I sometimes drive out to the beach and hang out with my friends.”

This gives Brock an idea. He lifts his arm and brings Jose around to his front. ”You up for going for a short drive? I think I know a place you might like.”

”Now?”

”Now.” Brock confirms and softly kisses his man. ”You got a blanket? I get the beer from the fridge.”

”Oooh, we going for a picnic?” Jose seems excited by the prospect and hurries off.

”One without food maybe,” Brock chuckles.

”I still got cold pizza in the fridge from yesterday. We could take it.”

”I hate cold pizza.” Brock actually shudders.

”You one weird motherfucker, boo.” Jose comes back with a woolen blanket and has changed from his sweats into shorts.

”Why did you change?”

”‘Cause we going out and not to the dance studio?”

”You know that everybody but us is asleep in this town?”

”So? You taking me out on our kinda first date and I gotta look good.”

The explanation is so much like Jose, that it makes Brock laugh. ”You always look good,” he kisses him again. ”But this is not a date. When we’re in L.A. and once I got some money, I’m going to take you out on a real date, I promise.”

Jose just smiles brightly and they leave. To his biggest surprise Jose just hands him the car keys, because he says it’s easier that way. He’s right of course, bur Brock is still a bit intimidated by the expensive car. It’s amazing to drive and Jose keeps watching him like one proud mother.

Brock pulls off the main road quickly and takes the small paths he’s known all his life. They are in the middle of endless corn fields, that are so high even the car can’t be seen from outside. When he reaches the clearing, he parks the car.

”Who that is?” Jose points to the oak tree, that is the reason why they are here.

”That’s a swing I put here for Rachel. The land belongs to my mom, but no one ever comes out here but me and so I made this Rachel’s secret hideaway. My dad’s always wanted to chop up the tree, but he never got to it,” Brock explains and gets out of he car. In the middle of the field is a small patch of grass and a huge oak tree that has a wooden swing hanging off one of the branches.

”You made that? How the fuck did you get up there?” Jose asks and walks closer to the swing.

”Just threw the ropes over the branch,” Brock shrugs.

”That safe?”

”I sometimes come here at night when I can’t sleep, just to sit on the swing and pretend I’m the only person in the world.” He pulls Jose close by wrapping an arm around his shoulders. ”I just thought, like, you’d like to see this place before we leave and like… I wanted you to see it.”

”You better stop with this romantic shit, asshole, or I’m gonna cry,” Jose hugs him around the middle and presses a kiss to his upper arm.

”You wanna try out the swing?”

”Kinky,” Jose winks at him, but then jumps on the swing. At first Brock pushes him, but then Jose is flying high and higher, his usual enthusiasm taking over. Brock keeps an eye on him as he spreads out the blanket and grabs the beer from the car. Jose whoops and laughs as he flies through the air and Brock snaps a couple of pictures of him with his phone. He’s lucky he’s just filming a video of him, when Jose lets go of the ropes and jumps off the swing.

”Jo!” Brock yelps, scared he might hurt himself, but Jose lands perfectly and smiles proudly.

”Calm down, mami. I’m a dancer, we do shit like that on the regular. You not going on the swing?” He walks over to where Brock is sitting and sits down next to him.

”Nah, not right now. I had fun watching you.” He hands him a beer.

”And you say this ain’t a date. Most romantic shit I’ve ever been on.” Jose comments and leans back on his elbows.

”I always thought dates involve going out for dinner or a movie or something.”

”A date can be whatever you want. And if you asking me, like, it don’t need to be some huge ass production, you know. Like presents don’t have to be expensive. I don’t need someone to spend a shitload of money on some shit I don’t need or want. But, you know, if people put some thought into it…. Other things are important.”

”Mmh… you might want to remember that when I make you something for each anniversary, Christmas and birthday, because I don’t have any money.” Brock smiles, meaning it as a joke, but Jose remains thoughtful.

”I take this here and having time with you over roses or some shit.” Jose takes another sip of beer, then places the bottle on the ground next to him. ”Time’s gonna be a problem. I have to travel a lot for work and then you’re gonna be on your own in L.A.” He rolls towards Brock, who pulls him the rest of the way on top of him.

”I’m gonna miss you then.” He says lightly and kisses him. It doesn’t take long until Jose deepens the kiss and Brock opens his legs, so he can lie between them. Surrounded by corn fields and with the moon shining above them, they soon lose their shirts and pants, but they don’t change their positions. There’s no one nearby to hear their moans as they move, and Brock is surprised by how much he likes Jose’s weight on top of him, as they rut and grind against each other. Sometimes Jose’s dicks slips down between his butt cheeks, bumps against his sphincter and makes him groan even louder. Gasping into Jose’s mouth, Brock comes all over his stomach and chest, when Jose brings his hand between them and wraps it around their dicks, as they keep moving.

”That why you really brought me here?” Jose asks him with a smirk, after he’s followed him over the edge a while later.

”Not really. Or I would have brought condoms and lube,” Brock laughs and gives him a kiss.

”True dat,” Jose nods and looks down between them. ”Your shirt or mine?” he asks then and wrinkles his nose, seeing the mess they made.

”Just use the edge of the blanket. We need to wash it anyway.” Jose does just that and wipes them both clean with it, before he resumes his position on top of Brock again. Brock runs his hands up and down his back and enjoys the feeling of his smooth, warm skin. ”Hey Jo?”

”Huh?”

Brock is nervous and wonders if he should really say something. This is all so new and he’s never been in a relationship, so he has no reference for what’s ok or not. But… it’s what he feels and Jose asked him to speak his mind a couple of times. And he’d rather do it here in the semi-dark than in bright daylight at some later point.

”You know the first time… you said that you wouldn’t mind if… like… I really like you on top of me like this and, like….” Brock rambles and tries to find the right way to say it. Jose stops him with a kiss.

”You wanna bottom sometime, that it?”

”I’ve never done it before.”

”We’ll try it and see if you like it, ok?”

”Does it hurt?”

”Not of you prepped right. Imma make sure you gonna be ok,” Jose vows and suddenly the nervousness is gone. ”We gonna start slow and take our time. Paris wasn’t built in a day.”

Brock guffaws, he can’t help it. He strongly suspects that Jose messes up on purpose to make him laugh, because he always has that little smile on his face when he botches another saying. It’s like it’s a challenge.

”Rome, you goof.”

”Bitch, what? You ain’t gonna tell me Paris was built in a day!” Now they’re both cackling.

***

”Brock! Your phone! It’s Ada,” Jose calls the next morning when he stumbles out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where Brock is sitting in front of his laptop with a cup of coffee.

”Thanks.” He quickly gives him a kiss good morning before he answers the call, as he watches Jose trudge into the bathroom. ”Hey Ada.”

”Hey, little brother. Mom stopped by this morning and told me you came out to them yesterday. Something you wanna tell me?” the tone of her voice makes it clear she knows the main things already anyway.

”Jose and I are together now.”

”Oh my god!” Ada’s loud and excited scream keeps Brock from continuing. ”Oh my god! I’m so happy for you! I knew it!”

”Speaking of which… Jose tells me you kind of talked him into coming back here. Anything you wanna add?”

”Uhm… not really. I don’t feel sorry, but I can say it if you wanna hear it,” she giggles.

”Nah… I guess I have to say thank you,” Brock chuckles.

”So, you’re happy?”

”Very.”

”Aww, my brother’s in love. Finally! How about the two of you come over for dinner today and tell me all about it and your coming-out and what you gonna do next?”

”Uhm… let me just check with Jose real quick.” Brock gets up and walks into the bathroom where the shower is running. ”Jo?”

”Yes, you can come in, but only if you wash my hair again.” He still sounds like he’s half asleep, which makes Brock laugh.

”I don’t wanna shower with you. Ada’s asking, if we wanna come over for dinner tonight.”

”Cool. What should we bring?”

”Jose asks if we should bring something.” Brock tells his sister.

”Just some wine of you want some, because I only have kid friendly drinks in the house.”

”Alright, then see you tonight,” Brock tells her.

”See you later. Enjoy your ‘shower’,” Ada laughs before she hangs up. For a second Brock stares disbelievingly at the phone.

”What, why you looking at the phone like that?” Jose’s head pops around the shower curtain.

”Ada just made a sexual reference or joke.” Brock tells him.

”Bitch, that lady has seven kids! Don’t tell me you think the stork brought them, or we having some serious issues here,” Jose rolls his eyes and disappears back behind the curtain. Brock just laughs, places his phone on the shelf and quickly steps out of his clothes.

”Give me that.” He gently takes the shampoo bottle from Jose when he sees into the shower, and starts washing his hair as requested. His boyfriend moans obscenely as he massages his skull.

”You gotta do that every day from now on.” His eyes are closed as he enjoys Brock’s touches.

”That what you had in mind when you talked about making me your sex slave?”

”When you suck my cock after this, we might be getting close,” the bratty answer comes, which makes Brock chuckle.

”My mom told Ada about me coming out to them. So I guess Dan knows too at this point.”

”How do you think he’ll react?”

”I don’t know. Honesty, I don’t think Dan on his own would care too much, but my sister in law will surely have something to say about it.”

”She one of those stuck up bit…women?”

”You can say it, she really is a bitch. Always has been,” Brock laughs.

”My mama’ gonna whoop your ass, if you ever talk about a women like that when she’s present.”

”Speaking of which… does your family know anything about this?” He grabs the shower head and rinses Jose’s hair out.

”Who do you think let me cry in her arms when I got back? And I told her I was coming back here and I might have texted her last night, when we was driving to the swing and let her know I got myself a man.” He smiles proudly.

”And what does she think about this? Me?” Now Brock is scared, because he knows how much his mother means to Jose. If she doesn’t like him or what she knows about him, it might be a deal breaker.

”She’s happy I’m happy and she wants to meet you soon. I think she’ll just show up as soon as we tell her we back in L.A.”

”She doesn’t have a problem with you bringing back a poor hillbilly?”

”My ma?” Jose guffaws. ”I showed her your picture and she only asked if you got a single older brother, ‘cause you hot as fuck.”

”Come on! No way your mother said that! ‘Hot as fuck’, no way!” Brock laughs.

”You better believe it, child, or you in for a shock when you meet my ma. She even crazier than I am. A warning: Don’t ever drink with her, ‘cause she’ll win and you’ll be dead the next day.”

”She sounds nothing like my mother.” Brock tries to picture her, but he can’t. Jose’s description sounds like no mother he’s ever met around here.

”Nope. Think J.Lo really being from the block.”

”Who’s J.Lo?”

Jose’s loud groan echoes through the bathroom. ”We got so much work to do, so much motherfucking work.” Then his kisses Brock and ends the discussion for the next two hours, because they have better things to do.

***

Ada is so excited she’s basically dancing through the house when they get there. Rachel, Jonathan and Ruthie are still up as well, while the other four are already in bed. To Brock’s surprise Joe, Ada’s husband, is also home and he greets him like always, with a pat on the back and not many words. He’s nice to Jose though, offers him something to drink and tries to stop Ruthie from climbing all over him. Ada hugs Brock tightly and he thinks she might even be crying a little.

”I’m just so glad and happy,” she says when he looks at her questioningly. ”Rachel, Jonathan can you go and wash your hands? Joe can you take Ruthie to bed? She said she’d go once she saw Vanjie.”

”Sure,” Joe agrees and plucks Ruthie off Jose’s back, not that he seems to mind her climbing all over him while he chats with Rachel.

”Rachel showed her videos of you and pictures and now she says she’s your biggest fan,” Ada explains to Jose, when he joins them in the kitchen.

”That’s real cute. Imma send her one of my shirts when we back home in LaLaland.”

”We? You’re really going to L.A. with him?” Ada asks Brock.

”Yes,” he nods and smiles at Jose, who wraps an arm around his waist. ”I’m going back to school for photography. We already signed me up for classes this afternoon and I can start right away. We also found me a therapist and I’ll start that two weeks from now. All I got to do now is find a job,” Brock tells his sister. He is so excited that they managed to get all that done in just one afternoon, but with Jose’s help it wasn’t a problem at all. He’s seen on google maps where he’s going to live and they found a school that’s in the area and both affordable and offers a good program. Jose took care of the therapist by asking around with his friends… it all just fell into place.

”That can wait. You gonna be busy with school and therapy and the house and three kitty cats. You know I won’t be around much for the first month or so.” Jose reminds him. It’s a bit nerve wrecking to think about being alone in a big city and find his way, but he knows he’ll manage and it’s not like Jose won’t be home at all. He just has a lot of rehearsals for a video shoot.

”You gonna move to L.A.?” Rachel’s voice comes from behind and she sounds less than happy.

”Yes, I’m going to L.A.” Brock confirms and both he and Jose turn around, their arms still wrapped around each other.

”But what about me? You can’t leave!” Rachel bursts into tears.

”Oh, honey,” Brock rushes over to her and picks her up. He knows she’s too old for that with her nearly eleven years, but at the moment it feels right and he has to console her.

”Why you leaving me?” She sobs. ”You’re my best friend.”

”And I’ll always be your best friend, Rache’.” He tries to wipe her tears away but they keep falling. Jose comes up behind them and rubs her back.

”You can always come and visit us. There’s a guest room that’s gonna be yours whenever you want it,” Jose vows.

”You gonna live together?” Rachel’s eyes widen.

”Yes. You know that I’m gay, right? You know I like men?” Brock asks her and sits down on the sofa in the living room with her, Jose sitting down on the other side of her.

”Momma told me.”

”I think you kind of knew before, didn’t you?” Brock smiles.

”Kinda,” she confirms, smiles and sniffs one last time before she wipes her own tears away.

”And I love Jose a lot and we want to be together, but we can’t do that here. Jose has no work here and grandma and grandpa don’t want me living at their house anymore. That’s why I’m going to Los Angeles with Jose.”

”You not gonna be happy here without him and no work and no house.” Rachel nods her head.

”Yeah.”

”You gonna be nice to him, right? He’s my best friend! Or I’ll kick your ass!” She suddenly warns Jose. He’s the one who screeches and screams with laughter, while Brock’s mouth just hangs open.

”Rachel! That’s one dollar for the swearing jar,” Ada speaks up, even though she’s looking really amused as well.

Jose takes a ten dollar bill out of his jeans pocket and hands it to the girl. ”Here. The rest’s bribe money,” he tells her.

”Accepted,” she smirks and wanders off to pay her bill.

”You go and spoil her like that, Jose, and I’ll send her your way to set her straight when she enters the teen years.” Ada warns him and starts putting food on the table.

”She cute, clever and sassy. I like her.”

”Sounds like someone else I know,” Brock points out. First a large smile blossoms on Jose’s face, before he pulls him close for another kiss.

”Seeing you together, it might really be better you’re moving to the big city. You can’t keep your hands off each other,” Ada laughs and makes Brock blush.

”Hey, don’t play shy now! You the one who won’t give my hand back,” Jose teases and looks pointedly to their linked fingers. ”Miss Ada, watch him later. As soon as I’m gonna be done eating, he be holding my hand again, or touching my shoulder. He always been this touchy feely?” Jose gives his hand a squeeze that Ada can’t see.

”My brother was very tactile and affectionate as a child but then it stopped. Seems you bring it back out of him.”

”Can you two stop talking about me? I’m sitting right here.” Brock finally complaints when his ears are so hot and red he fears they might falls off soon.

Ada laughs. ”So when are you two going to L.A.?”

”I have to be back on Thursday for rehearsal and we thought some days to show Brock around town might be nice.” Jose starts the explanation.

”Monday,” Brock finally tells his sister.

”So soon? That’s just two days from now.”

”I know.” Brock takes a deep breath to stop himself from bursting into tears. He’s going to miss his sister so much. ”We thought we could maybe do something tomorrow, because we know you all got church on Sunday.”

”Sounds good. Joe has to leave tomorrow morning, but we can come up with something.”

”We could all go swimming,” Rachel suggests as she walks back into the room with her father.

”That sounds great, Miss Rachel,” Jose nods. ”And this looks amazing.” He compliments the food.

”Then let’s eat,” Ada says, and that’s what they do.

It turns out Jose is wrong about the touching. He’s barely finished his salad when he feels Brock’s free hand on his thigh. Only Ada’s pointed look makes Brock realise what he’s doing, but he just shrugs, smiles and places a kiss on Jose’s cheek that makes Jonathan gag, Rachel squeal and Ada sigh happily.

TBC

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #m/m au #slow burn #romance #smut #angst #hot as hell and no ac #blackhighheels #tw religion #tw internalized homophobia

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smilexcaptainx · 5 years ago

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Omg blurb week was one of my most favorite things you did on this account, I'm so happy that you're bringing it back. Also, Frank Adler is back?! You're killing me over here girl. I literally squealed. Okay okay, anyways, may I have the prompt #3 with Frank Adler and Teen!Reader. I want Mary and the reader to be close cousins the reader is sneaking out to a party but gets caught. Thanks!

Pairing: Frank Adler x Teen!Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 797

A/N: Frank Adler is back baby, and I’m glad that you’re as happy as I am! I hope you enjoy!

Prompt:

#3 — “Why are you lying to me?”

feedback is always appreciated!

Mary sat at the edge of your bed, her little legs dangling down. Her face was scrunched up in confusion from your scheme you had just recently explained to her.

“Why would you drag me into this?”‌ she asked, her eyes following your every move as you continued to get ready. “I mean, don’t you think that uncle Frank would wonder where you were after a while?”

“Not if you keep him distracted,”‌ you replied nonchalantly. “just put on a movie and instantly he’ll be out like a light. He just works like that.”

Mary couldn’t argue. You were right. Frank never stayed awake to any movie. Mary blew out a breath of defeat.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” mary accepted with a nod. “only because I love you.”

You smirked and walked up to your little cousin. “And that’s why you’re my favorite cousin,” you claimed, lightly kissing her on the forehead. You briefly checked your watch and saw that it was time. “okay, I’m going to head out. Good luck.”

Mary waved goodbye to you as you sneakily made your way out of the window. She waddled over to the window and closed it behind you as you kept your head down low and crept your way to your car. Mary whipped around and immediately headed out of your room into the living room where Frank was lying on the couch.

Mary closed the door behind her, catching her uncle’s attention. She smiled sweetly at him. He returned the friendly smile and sat up. Mary ran up to Frank and hopped onto his lap. He hugged her and swayed her side to side.

“Uncle Frank, would you like to watch a movie with me in my room?”

“Anything you want sweetheart.”

Mary squealed gleefully and slid off of his lap. She had him convinced so far. Frank stood up and followed his little niece into her bedroom where the television was located. She sat down in front of it and patted the empty spot next to her. Frank walked over and sat down beside her, soon realizing who wasn’t present.

“Where’s (Y/N)? Did she not want to watch this with you?” frank asked Mary. She knew that Frank was going to ask that, yet, she didn’t know how to respond. Her mind had gone completely blank. Mary’s silence raised Frank’s suspicion. “Mary,”‌ frank spoke slowly, indicating that he knew she was hiding something. “Mary, where is (Y/N)?”

Mary wasn’t giving any response, which was enough for Frank to know where you were. He connected the dots easily and shot up from his spot. Mary remained in her spot as Frank dashed to your bedroom. He barged through your door, only to find an empty bed. He groaned in frustration and rushed out the front door. Frank noticed you in your car right away, you were in the process of trying to get your car to work.

Frank shook his head and pulled out his phone. He knew that you couldn’t see him because you were too focused on getting your car to start, which sparked the idea in Frank’s mind to call your phone. He wanted to see how truthful you could be. Frank dialed in your number and held his phone up to his ear. He turned to look at you as you noticed him calling you.

You sunk down into your seat as you picked up the phone. Frank started talking to you while slowly approaching your vehicle.

“Hey bud, where are you?” frank asked into the phone. He could feel the panic from you through the phone. “Mary wanted to watch a movie and I was wondering if you wanted to come out of your room and come watch with us.”

“I would love to uncle Frank but I’m not feelin’ too well,” you lied. Frank raised his eyebrows. It seemed that you were going down that road. “I’m just going to hit the hay for the night, so don’t come into my room.‌ I’m going to be going to be sleep.”

“(Y/N),”‌ frank sighed in disappointment. “Why are you lying to me?”

“Lying?” you asked, trying to sound innocent. “Uncle Frank, would I‌ ever lie to you?”

You shouted out a cuss word in surprise from Frank tapping on your window the second after you said that lie. You stared up at the figure of your uncle glaring down at you with his phone up to his ear. He lowered his phone from his ear as you awkwardly rolled down your window. He leaned against your car and placed his other hand on his hip. You chuckled uneasily.

“Fancy seeing you here (Y/N),”‌ frank joked dryly. “how was the party?”

You gulped. “It was..It was uh—”

“Get inside.” he interrupted sharply. “Now.”

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[ Thank you for requesting! ]

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shedontsmelltoogooddarious · 5 years ago

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Creeper the mechanic.

"Darry."

"Yeah?"

Darrius asked as he was sitting out on the porch swing, cradling his daughter in his arms as she was asleep. Her webbed face was buried into his chest while her tiny wings were spread out all relaxed. The Creeper and Darry had been staying with Trish on her former farm, until they could move into a new lair.

Trisha sat down next to him and gazed down at her little niece, smiling softly as she stroked her hair.

"Your um, your…" She still couldn't bring herself to say it, not after all the trauma she had been through. "Your partner is in the barn fixing up the car, you know the…"

Trish sighed as she leaned her head against Darry's shoulder and watched the child below yawn. If only she was brave enough to confront it all. Darrius wrapped his arm around her and pressed his lips against his sister's forehead. "You're still a huge brat."

Darry rolled his eyes before his attention was turned towards the Creeper, suddenly standing right before them with a grin on his face and covered in grease and motor oil. "Y'all, I fixed up that old thing and made it all right again. Just need to spit shine it tho, anyone willin' to offer up a good, juicy tongue for it?"

He darkly chuckled, unaware of it making Trish deeply uncomfortable as flash backs went off in her head. Darrious stood up, giving Creeper a slight glare and mouthing 'shut up' before turning to his sister and helping her up.

Creeper was a bit confused from Darry's reaction, usually he found his black humor hilarious. But he simply shrugged it off and led the pair of siblings to the old barn, cracking open a door as he motioned them to go through.

Trish was hesitant, and for good reason. But once she heard Darrious call for her, she sighed and peered in to see her car restored. With a shocked grasp, Trish took a step inside. "Its beautiful! He-Creeper, how?"

The Creeper answered by whistling softly, before getting inside and starting the engine with ease as it roared to life. Every dent, tear, and rusted spot was gone. Of course it needed to be shined, and a few touch ups with the paint job, but the Creeper had brought it back to life.

"Well Trish, the car wont get stuck on yah for a long, long time. It also got some new modifications that you'll find mighty handy, but I'mma have to show yah around them before you take her out for a drive."

Creeper said as he stepped out and patted the roof softly. He took Ash from Darry's arms, kissed and licked his cheek before purring, checking their daughter as she was still sleepy. He gave a quick nod to Trish, patting her shoulder before climbing up to the hay filled loft where he was staying, putting himself and his child down for a nap.

"He's changed Trish, just need to give him a chance."

"Ball sniffer."

"I think you mean monster ball sucker."

Darrius snickered as Trish sighed heavily, before both froze as they could hear Creeper growling.

"You both stop with dem dirty words! Ash don't need to be repeating em."

Trish rolled her eyes, as if Creeper needed to be worrying about cuss words when his and Darry's daughter was exposed to corpses everyday. A baby wouldn't even remember, would it? Trish thought as she sat in her car. Emotions she was holding back were bubbling to the surface, causing tears to roll down her cheeks as her brother climbed into the passenger side. He was different now…something within him had died long ago and Trish knew it.

Why couldn't she had been one that was taken instead of him? Better yet, she wished that they had never encountered the Creeper at all. Darry broke her train of thought as he reached down and played with the radio, twisting the knob until he came to a station he picked up.

Every breath you take

"Trish…." He spoke, his dark eyes dull. There were wrinkles around them now. Trish looked up before suddenly hugging him, closing her eyes as she sobbed.

Every move you make

Darry held her instantly, stroking her hair as he gently murmured. "I'm here now…and I won't ever leave you again." He promised, but he knew deep down that it would be hard to keep...there was still something inside him that feared being killed by the Creeper.

Every vow you break-

Suddenly, Trish got up and started the engine. It roared to life as the engine purred smoothly. She wanted to drive through the barn doors, taking her brother with and not look back. But suddenly, the Creeper landed in front of the vehicle and leaned forwards with his palms on the hood. He growled deeply, his eyes glaring at both siblings as if he knew what was up.

I'll be watching you.

"Yah think I'm stupid? I know what you're planning and I ain't gonna see it go through-"

Trish wondered how the Creeper read her mind. Darrius on the other hand seemed unphased as he was about to open the door when Creeper suddenly did it for him.

"Trish yah need to wait before you can take this thing out on the road, I said I'll show you how to use it when I'm done sleeping."

He rolled his eyes before taking Darry into his arms, purring at the man. Before Trish could reply, the Creeper was already gone to where he was napping now with Darrius. She groaned, before going back to her home to get ready for her evening date.

It was 7:00 PM, and Creeper was still asleep along with her own brother. Trish had no time to wait, she was already running late. Her other vehicle was an old rusted pick up truck...of course she wanted to make a good first impression on the guy she started seeing. Trish climbed in and started the engine, praying that it wouldn't awaken the Creeper as she drove off into the night.

"Hopefully this goes well." Trish muttered to herself as she pulled up beside the large country house. A well dressed, sharp looked man walked out to the car as was wearing a western hat that made him look ridiculous, it also reminded Trish of the Creeper- no, he's not going to spoil this night.

She reached over and rolled down the window, grinning at him with her red lips. "Hey, thought you'd never get here."

John said as Trish nervously chuckled. "I would have been here sooner but my brother in law needed help with something."

That was partially true, more or less that Trish needed help with something. But for what she wasn't sure. He reached down to open the door, pulling up on the handle which tonight was one of his biggest mistakes. Ivory stakes drove through his arm as they burst forth from the door, impaling him to Trish's car as he screamed out in agony. He fell to his knees as Trish rushed over to his aid.

"What the fuck?!"

He snarled at her as she worked feverishly to pull his arm off. John shoved her back as another fresh wave of pain crashed through him and through his right arm. "I am so sorry! God damn it Creeper!"

Trisha cursed, digging for her phone through her purse to call an ambulance. John cussed and screamed at her while she was dialing 9-1-1.

Trish returned home at five AM, her murderous car seemingly having self retracted its spikes out once the paramedics arrived. There was blood still stained to the door with Trish now being a newly single woman.

Of course, the Creeper was waiting. But instead of giving her shit, he draped a blanket over her shoulders and laid her on the couch as she instantly fell asleep.

"Hopefully soon she begins to trust me."

Creeper growled softly.

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anikimanystories · 4 years ago

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“Neki kar dariya me daal”

(Do good to somebody and forget, never expect anything in return…..automatically u will get it back some day……some way…..that u never expected)

I have heard this proverb but never known that one day I will become an example of this proverb in a very filmy way.

Some 10 years back I used to stay in PG…my office was hardly 500m from my PG. Every day I used to go to my office by walk….in the middle of the way, one of the biggest hospital of that city was there. I was very happy with my job, office…..then one day I have been shifted to a project in which for some operational requirement, twice in a week…. I need to travel to our another office which was nearly 65 km from my PG. Whenever I need to go to my far office I used to tell to my office they used to book cab….they used to provide cab details etc….I used to do my work …..and mostly I come back late night as it was far….and traffic was also too much…..that far office was about 35 km from the main road….the path was in between some village….some time while coming back no road light used to be there…..anways the cab driver is being provide by our office so I wasn’t bothering so much….he will take care like dat was my attitude…..while coming back I used to sleep in the cab….it was far and I used to be tired also. It was that day…December month ….it only my 5th visit to my far office….till dat time I wasn’t so much familiar of the path after the main road….it was nearly 7pm when we started from my far office…..bcz of some operational requirement I stayed late dat day…..anyways we started at 7….it was so dark….no road light was there….but our car light was sufficient……and road side some houses were visible…..very dim light was coming from them….I told the driver open the window…very nice air ……some small shop were also visible….i was feeling sleepy…..I was about to sleep but….suddenly our car stopped….I aksed ….what happen bhaiya…..he replied …don’t know madam, suddenly it got stopped, I will check….I told..ok…..I saw outside it was dark…..after sometime driver told me ….madam you be inside the car…..he closed the windows also…. I will just check if some mechanic shop is there or if somebody can help…..I told ok….I was acting bold outside…..but actually I was so scared from inside….nearly 20 min passed the driver didn’t come back…I called him many times but he didn’t pick the call…..very bad thoughts started coming in my mind…..whether really some problem is there in the car….where the driver gone…..why he is not coming back…..I was so much scared…I was feeling to pee….not able to control….mind wasn’t working ….whom to contact…I tried to call some of my friend….some of my friend picked also….but they couldn’t understand……may be my network was weak ….I messaged to many of my friends about the situation….dat somebody may reply or call back…..I wasn’t able to control…wanted to pee…..I thought I will pee and immediately I will come inside the car…..I saw near far if it is safe to go out…..from the nereby housed light… I felt dat I can come out…..I came out…..after finishing…..When I stood I felt somebody is behind me…..and I didn’t dare to turn back…..I didn’t think for a fraction of second and started running…..my heart sound I was able to listen…..some hot air was coming out my ears….I started running towards the village house….to ask help……I don’t remember how much I ran…..I don’t know whether really somebody was there……or driver would have come back…I don’t know….my mind was going through so many thoughts…and actually I was crying….i was seeing houses but not knocking thinking that whether some women will be inside or only men will be there….I did’t have any idea of this area……slowly I started seeing more houses.…more lights……I got some hope….people were there….I was feeling safe…..suddenly I remember I left my purse….phone ….everything I left in the car….I don’t know where is the car parked…..i don’t remember from which direction I came. Then I saw a shop in which a lady was selling…..some snacks…..all were closing their shops…..I went to the lady…..All people there was turning back and seeing me…..obviously I was a stranger for them….I asked that lady…..Aunty do u have phone…..I want to call somebody….I told I don’t have money….I was talking then I realized Aunty could understand only there local language…..I asked her …Hindi or English…..Then see called one nearby boy….I was explaining the things to the boy….may he was in hurry….or don’t want to get involve in some stranger’s problem……he locked his shop and left…..I saw Aunty also started packing…..I told Aunty what is the time….She saw in her phone it was 8.50pm….I asked Aunty plz give me phone…..maybe she understood….she gave me phone….but I only remember my own number & my father number, who was in my native…..I called my number if driver would have come, maybe he will pick the call….he didn’t pick then I called my father….then I got the info that balance is insufficient to make the call….I was losing hope….what to do….I moved from there….all were closing shops….before that I should ask help…..next shop I asked about the auto stand or bus stand…..that old man has given me direction for auto stand…..I asked him if he can with me….he didn’t respond……only told the direction that this way I may get auto……I was about to leave from there ….suddenly from the next shop….one man was there……he greeted me with a big smile and he was looking very happy & surprised…he acted as he knows me……”Namshate madam…..kaisa hain?” Aap idhar kya kar raha hai madam….kisi ke ghar pe aaya hai kya….ghar jao madam….idhar ab sab band hone ka……ye lo madam….aapka paisa….mai bhoola nai madam….aap phir mila hi nai…..he gave me 2000rs….and he was giving me so many blessings…..I was very happy to take the money bcz at that time I was really a beggar…..but who is he…..he was may be of 45-50 age……after taking money I felt as directly God has come to help me…..why he gave me 2000rs…..whether everything is real…..what is happening……whether this man is genuine….shall I believe him…..I was trying to remember that whom I have given 2000rs…..I couldn’t …..anyways I have money I should leave now….may be this man has misunderstood me for someone else…..I don’t have mind or time to think about this man…..it was going to be 9.30pm….almost all shops closed……I was still scared and feeling very unsafe but at the same time I was brave and conscious also. The man was also closing shop…..I was simply standing and thinking whether I shold ask help from him….shall I explain everything to him…..again he asked “kya hua madam…..aap ghar jao madam…..kiske ghar me aaya aap….idhar ham sabko janta…..ye mera gaon….idhar he janam liya hai….bolo kiske ghar aaya aap”…..I didn’t tell anything that I am lost here….I only asked that …..can you come with me to the auto stand or bus stand……? He turned back to me…..Itna raat ko kidhar jayaga madam…..why this man is asking so many questions….again he started ….subah me jao madam…..chalo mai aapke sath aat kiske ghar jana aapko…..I was only willing to get an auto…..I started in the way to auto stand…..the old man has told…..dat man also started coming behind me…..I started running…..that man also stared running…..madam….ooo madam….ruko itna raat ko kidhar jana aapko bolo madam…..I was not able to run much…..dat man came behind me…. I wasn’t able to run now…..I was getting sacred….this man was scaring me…..I told him dat I will manage by myself….you plz go….but he still coming behind me…..I was getting angry….suddenly I saw a big bamboo stick I took dat and threatened him dat don’t come behind me….don’t think dat I will give you any favor and I am not going to give you money also…..get lost from here…… Dat man was suddenly looking little sad…..aap kya baat kiya madam….hamko kuchh nai chahiye….aap itna raat ko akela jara iske liye mai puchha……aap mere ko help kiya so mai aapko aisa akela nai choor sakta…..by that time I was so much irritated…..I shouted hey don’t do so much drama….and get lost from here…..what help ha?? He told aap iss (told name of the hospital) hospital ke paas rahta hai na madam……I was surprised…..yes….how you know dat….he told the exact location….slowly I calm down….we both started walking toward the auto stand…..I told him I want to go to the same place plz find an auto for me….he told…..ekdum madam……he came with me to the auto stand and talked to the auto person ….in start they were not willing to go so much far in this much night…..but he told to the auto person…. ye mera daughter hai…..ye jidhar bole udhar isko drop kar do….then one auto person got agree to drop me…. Auto started then I asked auto person to stop for some time….I told that man in few days I will return his money…..he told ye aapka hi paisa hai madam…..aapko yaad nahi kya…..I told no may be u have misunderstood me for someone else……he laughed….bahut duniya aur log dekha hai madam….aadmi pahchanane me galti nahi karta mai…. With curiosity I asked….what help I did to you?? He told…..some 1 year back he was in a very need for money ….his son & wife both were hospitalized in that hospital…he was asking help from people…..no body was listening to him….people were not giving even 5 rupees….suddenly I came and kept 2000rs in his hand and left…..I told you so much thank madam….bahut der tak mai aapko dekhta raha….jaise God aaye ho……aap uss din bhi same kapda pahna tha madam. After some time the auto started …..I started recollecting my memories…..but I could not remember any such event……and if I would have given also……may be 2000rs note I would have misunderstood for 100 and given….hahahahah…and as today I have become beggar….may be that day he would have become beggar…..anyways I was feeling little relaxed….all these paths were known to me….I was going in the correct path….The auto wala dropped me to my destination. Next day I came to know dat my cab driver has fallen down in big dig….he lost his phone there….his leg was fractured…..village people have admitted him to the hospital… It was so filmy…..next day I reported the event in my office…..they have given official mail…dat for any work in our far office….we should go early….and we should start before 2pm in any case. In the next visit to my far office….I told the cab driver to find that man shop…..we found….I saw him from inside the car…..but I could not remember anything dat I would have seen him anytime near the hospital.

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