#and the no button would move away if you tried to hover over/click it

[angeltism]

wait oh my god you're so right . thank you for uur wisdom I have nyeow a better way of thinking about this

python learning time and I'm already getting withdrawals guys save meee

[mickyschumacher]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 & 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and charles have been dancing around each other for a while now. it's time to bring the theatrics to an end. or in which charles decides to cross the line of 'just friends'.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), unprotected sex (wrap your willies), teasing, titty lover!charles, fingering, not really public sex but sorta, bathroom sex, p in v, oral sex, mutual orgasms, cumming inside, reader has a vagina

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: guess who's back?? back again! yes, it's true. i have finally actually written something! (if anything blame my uni, work, and internship.) proofread-ish as per usual! hope you like it ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆  •°.  。  .°•  ⋆

It was no secret.

There was nothing clandestine about those bluey greens eyeing you from across the room nor the discreet yet purposeful brush of your fingers when you passed each other.

The hitched breath when you felt him behind you was audible over the loud chatter and clinks of glass. You could almost see his dimpled grin from the back of your head as the cameras flashed in your eyes.

Your gaze darted to the feel of his hand grazing your arm, its linger falling into a debate, itching to find your waist. But much like your cat-and-mouse relationship, his hand remained at the border, merely hovering.

"Chérie," Charles' voice whispered in the shell of your ear. Sweetheart.

You sucked in a sharp breath, struggling to keep your eyes on the camera at hand. With your fingers clenching at the satin material of your dress, you hummed quietly in response.

"Don't panic but your dress is stuck underneath the buttons of my shirt."

"What?" Brows immediately furrowing, your head innately turned only to be nudged back by Charles. You pouted. You should’ve known the cream spaghetti dress that had been in the back of your closet and screaming to be worn would pull something like this.

You pressed your lips together and held your breath once again upon the feel of Charles’ hand on your waist. “After the photos, just walk with me and we’ll fix it, hmm?”

Your head nodded before your brain could even refuse entering such a dangerous territory. The minute of waiting for the cameras to stop flashing was torturous. The bright lights were making you sweat enough as is… and now you were playing the waiting game.

A quick ‘thank you’ slipped from Charles’ mouth, accompanied by a nose of acknowledgement as he led you away from the mob of people you couldn’t care less about.

Your heart was in a hard game of tug of war, slamming heavily against what was your chest but felt like your ears. You could feel the straps of your dress nestled underneath the buttons of his shirt, making Charles cling to your back.

You tried your best to give small smiles to the people you passed, recognising very quickly the route you had taken to fix your hair a couple minutes before the event.

A relieved sigh fell from your lips upon arriving to the bathroom, managing to hear the click of the door over your heartbeat along with the amused huff arising from Charles.

You narrowed your gaze towards the Monégasque, meeting those sparkly ocean eyes through the large mirror in the centre of the bathroom. You rested your hands on the quartz bench, stilling yourself as you felt the warmth of Charles' body radiate off of him.

"In rush?" Charles queried, moving his eyes to the side of your face. His heart skipping a beat or two as he watched the corners of your mouth rise up.

"Hardly." you quipped back, feet restlessly tapping against the marble floors.

Charles smiled softly in response, moving his hands to the back of your waist. His teeth sunk into his lips at the feel of your sharp breath. Goosebumps littered across your bare skin as his fingers grazed the nape of your neck and gently moved down. Gingerly playing with the straps of your dress, he took his time with each one, ensuring he could feel the warmth of your skin.

Very slowly you could feel the straps becoming unstuck, pulling away from the tension of his buttons. Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, carefully watching Charles through the mirror. "Are you done?" you managed to whisper, not having even an ounce of trust in your voice.

"Yup..." Charles pursed his lips, pretending to furrow his brows as he purposefully unwinded and winded the straps around the buttons of his shirt. "... nearly."

You could feel the final strap detach itself from Charles, letting a little air roam between the both of you as he removed his hands. Almost immediately, you turned around, eyes widening at the sudden proximity. Your ears burned at the way his eyes darted across your face as though he was trying to take in every single atom of your being to memory.

Your throat felt dry. But you managed to play the amused smile. "You are such a liar," you retorted to his previous behaviour.

Charles' dimples devilishly twinkled at you. "I hardly think that's a crime. If anything, you're the criminal here," he said, hand moving to move one of your loose tresses past your ear.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and raised a brow. "Oh? Do tell. You shouldn't leave me hanging."

It was Charles' turn to suck in a sharp breath, intentionally taking a step back to let his eyes rake over you. "Well, walking in today with this dress was one thing..." he started, taking a step closer to you before he put his hands on your waist, trailing the warm skin of your back ever so softly. "And now this..." he grazed the straps of your dress.

A gentle laugh fell from his lips, the blue and green hues moving to your face. "I didn't get to tell you earlier but you look beautiful today," Charles whispered, making your skin flush a red that only he could bring out.

Curiously you watched his eyes follow his own fingers, trailing every curvature and crevice of your face, memorising the softness of your skin, every texture he could bring himself to feel. "I can't even believe you're real," he murmured, on the cusp of falling into a trance.

Charles spotted your furrowed brows and smiled. "Sometimes I think I'm living in a dream and I just... made you up."

You blinked blankly in spaced increments, unsure how to respond as your pulse quickened. There was level of mutual understanding from what he had said. You, yourself, weren't sure if Charles was real.

Whatever you had harboured for him had changed the way you lived.

How was it possible that the very world you lived in was only brighter with his presence? Even the sounds of it's functioning sounded sweeter with him. As though the world had been waiting for the very intersection of time and Charles itself to spin again.

Before Charles could even muster a response to his admissions, he felt your hand brush against his cheek moments before your warm lips met his and closed the distance between the both of you. It was brief but Charles thought that momentarily the world has stopped spinning, leaving only the both of you to exist in this continuum.

"How was that for real?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper as you pulled away to rest your forehead on his. Your blood rushed to the surface of your skin, dotting your body with shades of pink and red while your hands shook at your sides.

Charles' chest heaved, voice thick with emotion as he watched you close your eyes with some sort of magical fear. He breathed out slowly, thumb reaching out to tilt your chin up. Comfort filled his chest upon seeing your glittering eyes. He smiled. "Not good enough."

His hands travelled to your face with a speed unbeknownst to you, bringing his lips to yours. Your sweet fragrance was intoxicating, unwillingly infiltrating his very being but accepted with open arms.

A sigh of pleasure fell from your lips as your body began to show signs of malfunctioning: mind in a state of lavender haze, knees buckling, goosebumps littering every inch of your skin.

Your hands reached out, feeling the taut waist of Charles and bringing him closer towards you. Your mouth quirked at the feel of his teeth grazing your lips, momentarily pulling away from you as though he needed to catch a breath of air.

But Charles didn't need it that much. Not when he could elicit a shudder from the tips of your feet as his tongue delved past the soft confines of your mouth. Not when he was sure that the tightening of your hand on his shirt was going to undo him.

You felt dizzy, needing to part your lips away from him. The sounds of your breaths heaving reverberated throughout the bathroom. Charles' lips were still on you, grazing the skin of your neck as he rested his hands on your waist.

Charles' voice was hoarse, as if the words were coiled in his throat and he could only just get them out. "J'attendais de faire ça… depuis toujours." I've been waiting to do that… for forever.

You smiled softly at his words, thumb gliding over his hand. "Would it be crazy to say that I've been dreaming about this moment?"

You weren't crazy was what Charles would've said if you hadn't taken his ability to speak away from him. Charles would daydream about this. It consumed his very being. Every second that raced by, every minute that flitted by, every hour that brought the night closer... it was all you. Everything and nothing was you.

Your teeth sunk down on your swollen lips, head tilting to the side. "We should probably get back to the party," you so maturely advised only to feel Charles' grip on your waist tighten.

"I really don't want to," Charles mumbled, chin nestling into your collarbone.

A small laugh slipped past your mouth. Cheesy to say, but it was music to his ears. "Charles, it's your party. You kind of have to."

"I'd rather just sit here with you." Charles removed his chin, blue eyes planted firmly on your face as he moving your hair behind your ears. His hands fell to your arms, gently tugging them towards himself while he took comfort sitting on the marble floor. "God knows how many seconds I've missed without you. I need to make them up."

You stared at him in awe, entirely baffled at his way with words. You could only smile in return, taking his hand to sit down on his lap before they found their new resting place around your waist once again. Your own hands were no different, hanging around his neck as you held his gaze with a gentleness beyond him.

Charles closed his eyes upon feeling your fingers in his hair. He could hear your sweet voice surround him. "Well..." you started with an amused tinge to your voice, "what are we going to do in here?"

Charles peeked open an eye, a small grin forming onto his face. "I can think of a few things," he suggested with a faux innocence.

You shook your head, suppressing your smile. "Your ideas wouldn't involve anything disgraceful, would it?"

"With you?" Charles questioned, eyes twinkling with a familiar tint of mischief. His head neared yours, hovering over your lips before finding the surface of your collarbone. With a lingering kiss, he spoke, hot breath flowing past your dress and down the valley of your breasts. "Never."

A shaky breath escaped your lips, feeling Charles' teeth skimming your skin, peeling off the straps of your dress from your shoulders while his hands busied themselves with the intricacies that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

Moving your hands out of those straps, gently you shimmied off as much of the dress as you could, letting it pool at your waist.

"Oh fuck," Charles whispered under his breath, taking in the sight of you. "Belle." he praised, moving his lips down the valley of your chest, absorbing the warmth of your skin. Beautiful.

Your lips parted, letting a soft sigh fall, hands running through Charles' brown locks. The feel of his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs made your heart race while the coolness of his rings against your searing skin made you shiver.

"Shit," you gasped as Charles' tongue found your pebbled nipple, head lolling back to push yourself into his touch. The grip of his hands on your thighs became tighter at your sounds. He took the time to circle your mounds, lathering them with every inch of himself, teeth purposely grazing to send ripples down your back.

Charles' pants felt impossibly tight, bulge pressed up against your thigh, only inches away from the burning heat between your legs. A small grin made its way onto your face, hips rocking forward.

You carefully watched the pure bliss sprawling across Charles' face as he moved away from your breasts. His hands moved from your thighs to your lower back, creeping towards your ass. Your eyes closed, feeling his clothed cock grind into your pussy, hands in his hair now firmly gripping those brown locks.

As the hairs of your body stood straight, an electric current seem to run through you. You felt dizzy again. But this time, it wasn't mind-numbing. No, you felt alive. Every sense was heightened. The soft lips of Charles' messily trying to kiss you, attempting to resist the collapse you were bringing him under as you ground into him. The sounds of your hot and heavy pants mixing together with only the pray it was covered by the music of the party. The unconscious feeling that someone could knock on the door that practically catch you was thrilling.

Charles could only just hear the moan of his own name fall from your swollen lips, lost in all the lewd sounds and desires whirling within him. He forced his eyes to open, breath falling into stutters upon the sight of you. A hum of acknowledge was all he could muster, for the fear he would entirely fall apart under you overwhelmed him.

He intently watched your lips, brows furrowed ever so slightly. Trying to understand what you were saying was proving to be difficult with this newfound lust-ridden tinnitus in his ears. But he was sure he understood you. Whether you said it backwards or in another language, the look on your face would tell him exactly what you begged.

"I need you."

Everything happened in a rush. Neither of you were quite sure how it happened nor when.

You both would remember a few glimpses: the desperation of Charles' hands trying to take off his pants, the feel of your hands on his chest, taking what felt like forever to undo the menacing buttons of his shirt, your heaving chest shuddering as his tongue found its way to the valley of your breasts yet again while he pulled off your dress, and the sparkling tint in your eyes when you found his gaze spelling out those three special words.

Charles' carefully watched your body quiver, your own eyes following his hands as they dipped between your legs, gently traversing your throbbing core. The whimper from your mouth as his finger took a stripe of your folds made him feral.

Your eyes followed his fingers, watching your arousal coat him entirely. Charles grinned, letting his dimples touch you in the right places. But his voice was nowhere near as light. "So wet. For me?" He queried with a harsh strain on his chords.

You moaned at his words, nodding as though you were hypnotised. "All for you," you responded, surprised at the rasp of your voice.

From that point out, you were simply a mess.

You had imagined what it would be like to feel Charles' fingers in you but God, it was better than anything you had ever come up with. The way his fingers pushed into your pussy, thrusting in and out at the most tantalising pace was chaotic. The occasional ghost of his thumb over your clit sent currents of pleasure so sharp it had you in shambles.

You couldn't help but buck your hips into his hands, greedy for more. And Charles was more than willing to help you fulfil that burning need. He pushed his fingers in further, making your lips part upon the feel of his cold rings against your scorching core.

"Oh fuck," you cried out, suddenly finding it almost difficult to breathe.

Again, Charles kept his eyes on you. Focused on the way your back arched for him while your body writhed at his touch. He was as insatiable as you were, moving his fingers faster, curling them at just the right spot, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around him. All the dreams he had of you gripping his cock were now beginning to flash through his mind.

You hands shot out to his arms, fingers sinking into his skin only slightly. "Charles," you mewled, "I'm going to– I..."

Fuck, you couldn't even finish a sentence. The end of the tunnel was so close... white was beginning to dot your vision, the tingling feeling sitting in your core that had been coiled up was now unwinding...

But it was your most unfortunate fate that greed had too infected the Monégasque. Any white light you had seen had reverted back, grounding you in reality.

"Charles, no, no, no... please," you begged, watching his fingers come out of your core, leaving you clenching around nothing.

Your pleas were terrifyingly turning Charles on by the second. He leaned forward, bringing his lips to quiet you with a soothing kiss. "I know," he murmured softly against your lips, voice strained more than ever. "But I really need you."

You were so caught up in your own pleasure, for a moment you had forgotten about Charles'. The entire time, his hard cock had been pressed against his stomach, standing in an angry and aching pain, pleading to be touched.

The rushed return of your lips upon his was enough to tell him to what he... what you both wanted.

Charles' hands moved to your waist, shifting you ever so gently over his cock. You watched the brush of his cock against your engorged folds send him into a state of convulsion for a second.

Christ, when was the last time Charles had felt this vulnerable? As though he was genuinely sure he couldn't last a second any longer.

"Putain." A high-pitched hiss spilled from his lips as he ground his bare cock against your pussy, savouring the pure craze he sent you by grazing his tip against your clit. Fuck.

"Cha, please, please don't tease," you whispered with your eyes closed, unsure whether you could handle this any longer.

Charles managed a soft smile, only finding himself in agreement with your words. He let out a shaky breath, aligning his length with your body. He looked up at you once again, finding your eyes now fully on him. "Tu vas bien?" Are you okay?

You smiled in return, nodding. "Perfect."

Charles grinned, keeping his eyes on you as he moved his hips, gently pushing his cock into your warm folds. His lips parted, watching you carefully adjust to the stretch he had brought. The sheer pleasure running through his spine could barely be put into words. "Chérie," he rasped, "can you take some more?"

You paused for a second, letting out a low blow at the mere sound of how needy Charles was. Slowly you nodded, head lolling back as he fully unsheathed himself into you, filling your every crevice with him.

His hips began to snap against your own, swollen lips pressed up and groaning against the skin of your neck. His cock rutted into you, feeling your walls grip him tightly as he imagined, allowing him to relieve the aching torment you had brought him under.

For a moment, in the lust haze, you wondered if anyone could hear you out there. You wondered if they could hear the obscene sounds coming from the both of you: the lost moans or the slaps of your sticky skin covered in a worked-up sweat as Charles pushed deeper into you.

Charles was also in a similar conundrum. He wondered if who else had seen you like this. And by this, he meant the blessed sight before him. The way your hair stuck your flushed cheeks, the absolute dazed look in your eyes, the angelic whimpers of need, the way your necklace shined against your skin, or the dance of your eyelashes as you looked at him... you were beautiful.

Charles' hands gripped your waist even tighter, his moans becoming more repetitive. Your ears perked at the sound of your name falling from his lips.

"I..." Charles began, voice drenched in an emotional frequency only you were tuned into. "I..." he breathed, holding your gaze.

For a mere flit of a second, you could the glassy sheen over those perfect eyes of his and you knew exactly what he meant.

"I know, Charles," You softly murmured, "Je t'aime aussi." I love you too.

With the deeper thrusts and a grazing brush over your clit, you could see those white dots again as your body began to shake. The vice grip you had on his cock told Charles everything he needed to know.

A silent gasp fell from your lips. Your surroundings began to blur, orgasm hitting you in waves, each one harder than the one before. In the midst of the flood, you could hear Charles' moans. "Tell me where to cum, please," he groaned, fastening his pace.

"Inside," you responded, only hearing a guttural moan fall from Charles' lips, his own hips stuttering to the music of your voice.

Again, you could feel him in every crevice of your pussy, but this time your walls had been painted with ropes of his warm cum spilling into you. And you clenched around him, taking every single last drop you could get.

Charles felt your body gently collapse against him, equally as tired and fucked out as him. He smiled gently, pressing a soft and exhausted kiss to your forehead, feeling you return a small kiss on his chest. "Je t'aime... pour toujours." I love you... forever.

You kept him close to you, hugging him tightly. "...et toujours. And always.

The pounding music of the party slipped past the cracks of the locked door. You spotted the clothes you had sprawled across the floor and winced. Pulling your body from Charles, you giving a cheeky smile. "So about that party..."

Charles blinked, also hearing the music. He groaned, head falling to your bare chest. "Please no."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[starillusion13]

RENT IS DUE!

Pairing: housemates!(Jaehyun,Mark,Jeno,Jaemin) x fem!reader

Genre: SMUT, Housemates, Mature

W.C: (15k) (I thought I was trying to make a series)

Warnings: PERVERT (all of them are pervert and you can’t change my mind here), dom!Mark dom!Jaemin meandom!Jeno meandom!Jaehyun sub!reader. overstimulation, nipple play, sucking, lots of kissing, manhandling, oral(m and f), spit as lube, penetration w/o protection (I suggest you not to do it) [do tell me if I have missed anything)

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE CUE! 🔞

Here comes the long awaited fic! Taglist in the end. Thanks to everyone for waiting. I would love to hear your responses once you finish reading it. Let’s start!

NOW I DON’T WANT TO BE A HOMELESS!

Never in a while, you thought that suddenly one day morning you would wake up to hear your house owner ringing the bell as if hell broke loose and it’s the end of the world. It would have been better honestly as the news she delivered to you after you welcomed her inside while rubbing your eyes and yawning was lot worser. She eyed you for a moment and looked around the house as if you were hiding someone and then smilingly told you that you have to leave the house in three days. ONLY THREE DAYS! Like is she fucking serious? How can you actually arrange for a place suddenly? This woman has always been a rude one but you just never minded her as she lives in a different state and comes for few days every month to her parents’ home and to take the rent from you. She always has this suspicion on you that you bring over boys but only she doesn’t know that you are not so lucky one in getting a boy for yourself, keeping aside boys. Aside from this, everything was fine but to give you the notice to leave the house in three days was very much unpredictable from her. You even tried to convince her to give you one month time or atleast for one week. But NO. she was not convinced by your pleadings but gave you strict warning to leave. And what’s the reason behind this. She has got a very big amount of deal on selling this house so she won’t be losing the chance. Understandable, everything is for money.

Now, what about your need for the money? You clearly know that how costly the apartments are in this locality and that’s why it was the best option for you to select this place to stay on cheap rent but due to this sudden kick out, you have to search a new place. First, you gave up on the search in this locality and search for other houses or apartments in some outskirt regions but nothing was showing upto your satisfaction. The places are too far for you to maintain daily up-down journey from house to office and back. So, today after getting the news from the owner, you took a quick leave from the office and promised to work extra time to make up for todays. And that’s how you are stuck in your room with messy hairs, not caring about to eat anything, making a list to pack the important things first and the rest in sequence and your laptop placed on your lap with your eyes boring onto the screen in search for a quick and affordable place.

NeoVilla.

The owner has not mentioned the amount of the rent but the room look so nice, it must be expensive. Still, your fingers hovering over the click button to contact the owner. The place is quite near to your office but the locality is away from the city zone but it’s not the matter here right now. To get a place affordable enough to live and that’s near to your workplace. Biting your lips, you looked at the name and the picture of the room shown at the side and then your gaze moves to the contact side- ‘via call’ or ‘via message’. You clicked on the message option and fingers lingering over your keyboard as you are nervous how to start the conversation. Just sending a quick ‘Hi’, you waited for the other end to reply. You are literally so tensed as if you are approaching your crush in high-school. Well, still you need to be professional before approaching this owner as you don’t know their personality yet so it’s good to be on the safe side.

Nothing came back as a reply and losing the hope, you got up to freshen up and prepare your food for the day. It took almost two hours or maybe more than that to prepare everything for yourself and after finishing up when you thought to pack your things, you get to your laptop to check if you should still keep a hope or just search for something else but fortunately, YES FORTUNATELY you have ten messages from the account. But wait! Your overthinking ass is again thinking about the negative possibilities when there are more than five texts from someone. As soon as you opened the texts, you are greeted with apologies that how the person never looks up this account anymore and he was no more planning to rent the room but if the matter is urgent then they might look into the matter. He even introduced himself and gave you the contact number just in case you want to know the further details. Relief washes over you and you happily sit on the edge of the bed. Saving the contact as ‘Owner-Jaehyun’, you quickly message him about your needs and urgency. You didn’t opt for calling as you are not comfortable on call with strangers. Surprisingly, the owner replied to the message quick enough and he agrees with your demands but the only thing that is not sitting properly is the money. He claims you to pay for three months payment in advance but your bank account has a problem or simply you don’t have that much amount of money altogether. To get this matter solve in person, you tell him to meet outside but he denies quickly and asks you to come over to the house so that you will get the overview of the house and know the exact location of the place and then you can talk about the money matter. That’s how you both comes in terms with meeting him the next morning before going to your office.

…………………………….

“Hi!”

“Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Blinking your eyes, you pout a little at the man standing in front of you as to why the person is acting as if he does not know you. You have already checked the message in your phone twice and the third time now and it’s still showing this house. You have already texted the owner about your arrival for a quick look to the new place so the owner should know you would come. Wait you haven’t shared any pic of yours so it might be the reason of this weird introduction.

“Are you Jung Jaehyun, the owner of this house?”

Now, the person before you, has a frown on his face and blinking down at you. The bare face with red eyes and messy hairs with a white tee worn casually is still enough to reflect his handsomeness. You literally envy when people look good in messy stuffs as you look like you have survived a war.

“I’m not him but I’m one of the owners of this place. Myself Jaemin.”

“Owners? I didn’t know there’re others. Nice to meet you though, here this is Y/N.”

Awkwardly shaking hands with each other, he offers you to enter the house. This dude is really weird and he is still trying to understand the situation. His eyes never left your form after the introduction and the way he is checking you out, anyone can call him out as a pervert but what about you. Meanwhile your eyes roaming all around the big mansion and you are in awe with the luxurious interior of this grand place with expensive items decorating every corner and the most displayed area.

Hands fidgeting by your side and biting your lips, you turn around to find him already looking at you and you feel conscious of your look. Trying to smile a bit, you fail miserably because of his gaze which is piercing on your skin, your choice for wearing a skirt and a plain top is making you to regret now. This dude needs to be changed with his approach with people like why he has to stare at you like this.

“How do you know Jaehyun?”

You blink on his sudden question but clearing your throat, you try to form some words but it seems as if you don’t know how to speak yet.

He smirks at you, “what happened? Caught in a lie?”

“Huh? No no. I…he is the owner with whom I had contacted few days back for a room to rent and he said that he has one vacant extra room in his house so for the advance payment and quick check through, I informed him about my arrival but it seems he forgot about it.”

“Renting the extra room? That even to a girl?”

You nod slowly.

Poking his tongue inside his cheeks, his eyes trail down your body and taking extra time on your exposed legs to which you shifted in your place and his eyes meet yours, straight away making an eye contact as if daring you to move again and see the consequences. A fear flashes through your eyes to which he gestures you to sit with a smile on his face.

Slow steps towards the sofa, you sit on the middle large one, no wait which do I need to sit on? The love seat one? Or the chair one? Ah. Forget about it.

Turning your head to his side, he is no more standing there but you see him walking away towards a passage way.

“Jaemin, can you call Jaehyun as I need to have a quick talk with him?”

Halting in his way, he looks back at you and nods his head but it doesn’t seem like as if he is agreeing with you but rather agreeing with something inside his mind.

“Who are you?”

Turning your head to the other side, you find a man with black tshirt and trousers staring down at you but not to so happy with your presence. His question is so cold just like his appearance but a guest is a guest. You are a stranger so why asking you like this as if he caught you stealing things in his house. His house? Who even is he?

“Myself y/n.”

“Oh, pretty one! I didn’t want your name but thanks for giving me the name to this pretty face. So, what’s my dear Y/N doing here? Who brought you here during this bright daylight instead of night?”

“I’m not here for…on call of anybody. I’m here for the rental room.”

“You mean you are going to stay here? In this house?”

You nod your head with furrowed brows.

He asks again, “Who let you even know about it? Are you sure that you are not at the wrong address? What’s the name of the owner who contacted you?”

“Jung Jaehyun. I have double checked it and it’s showing the same address where I am currently and Jaemin told me he is the other owner.”

Something clicks in his mind when his eyes go round and brows raise high as if he realized something very important. You haven’t yet noticed that you are standing on your legs while speaking to him and your hands gripping the skirt tightly, why are they so overreacting to have a girl over for the rental room? It should be you like panicking to see so many men in a single household without any trace of a female and you wonder if you have to live with them or they are just here for some reasons.

“Well, hello there y/n! My name is Jeno, I’m another owner of this household and it’s really nice to have you here.”

Shaking hands with him, you feel shy because of his stare along with a sly smirk resting in the corner of his lips. He is not letting your hands go even when you try to pull a little.

You ask him, “Another owner? How many of you are here?”

“Four.”

You turn around on hearing a new voice, a man emerges from the passage way where Jaemin went to earlier. He notices your confused expression and approaches you with a hand offering for a handshake. Jeno has already left your hand and gone to sit on a chair nearby.

“So, Jaemin told me about your arrival. Y/n, right? This is Jaehyun.”

If the previous men are angels from heaven, then this one is the angel who has been created by every angel with a little touch of every beauty. Why all of them are so handsome and hot? I should take control of my mind as what stupid things I’m just thinking about my house owners.

“Yes. I am. Nice to meet you.”

His dimples deepen with the smile and nodding his head, he gestures you to sit back and unconsciously your legs give in and you touch the soft material of the sofa. You are really feeling too weak in front of them. Is it because you are unwell or something about their aura and the stares?

He takes a seat on the love seat and checks something on his phone.

“Is this ‘fantasy love’ your username?”

“Oh yeah. I’m so sorry I haven’t yet changed the name and I just like to keep everything private so I don’t use my real name there. But I can assure you that I’m clean, I don’t have any criminal records and all. Also, I will not cause any trouble while staying here. I need somewhere to stay so urgently that I was glad when you offered me this place on the site.”

He chuckles on your ramblings and also you can hear two chuckling voices from the place where Jeno is sitting. You feel shy under their gazes, you notice how Jaehyun is staring at you as if judging your whole appearance and on the other end, Jeno is being accompanied by Jaemin, who is standing by the side with a spoon in his hand and asking the other one to taste something but their eyes are on you when they caught you watching them.

Your attention brought back to Jaehyun when he clears his throat and lips close rightly making a line, dimples visible again.

“But you have already lied on one thing.”

“What? I haven’t lied anything. You must be wrong somewhere.”

“In the online generated space for some specific basic informations, you have selected the gender as male. But all I can see is a beautiful Angel sitting in front of me.”

Your eyes go wide on hearing his words so you quickly open the site and go through the form of basic informations and then your eyes stop on one place.

Gender: Male(☑️). Female ( ). Not mention( ).

Oh. You and your clumsy ass would never learn how to take things slowly and properly to avoid mistakes but this one is really about your identity of being a liar or not. He must be thinking you as a liar. It really doesn’t matter whatever pronouns people use for you and you need to refer to others but making mistake and have to get blame as a liar is not setting right.

“What the hell….”

“So, why did you lie there?”

“Jaehyun, I didn’t lie there. It’s just that I was must be in hurry and selected wrong.”

You are looking down, feeling guilty on the realization that they must have thought on getting a male visitor today but instead you showed up and that’s why they felt weird earlier. You were ready to apologize and take your leave with the disappointment on your mistake when he spoke up.

“When are you ready to finally come over?”

“Huh?”

“It’s okay. Humans are meant to make mistakes and an angel should be forgiven as they are always so busy for looking pretty.”

You feel shy on the compliment with his seductive voice directly reaching your ears. You tug your hairs a bit and you can feel two other states on you this whole time but you opt to ignore it.

“Do I need to-“

“Gosh! Why nobody woke me up and now I’m running late for the meeting?”

A man with jet black hairs, dressed in a black suit, hands busy putting the watch on the wrist and eyes glaring all around the room. His steps fast while coming down the stairs. You didn’t know but you are again watching this man like you did with the others and when his eyes land on you, a frown appears on his face.

“So, you all are busy with a girl that even early in the morning and forgetting about the event at the office. Are you all for real?”

“Calm down Mark, I have told them to start the meeting after one hour as how you came home late last night. Don’t worry.”

He even glared at you before making his way out of the door. Jaemin shouts to have the breakfast but the other ignored the shout leaving behind a grumbling man.

“So, what were you saying?”

Oh yeah! I was saying something before this little commotion.

“In two days, I will be coming here to stay with my things and also, do I need to pay you in advance?”

“That’s fine. I will prepare the room for you. So, you have the money?”

You shake your head to which he nods.

“It’s okay, you can arrange for it in one week time and if you have any trouble, feel free to approach to any one of us.”

You smile to his welcoming gestures and sweet words. You feel satisfied on finally getting the place to stay.

“Uh I have one more question.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you all stay here as well?”

“Yes. Why?”

Oh. Okay.

“I need to stay here with you all?”

“Yeah. It’s just under the same roof but you have your personal room unless you want to stay in any one of ours.”

He laughs in the end and you laugh along with him. He doesn’t mean anything else right? No no it’s not.

You stand up and he follows you to the door and you can see Jeno trailing behind him.

“It was nice to meet you all.”

“Same here. Also don’t mind Mark, he is like that when something is not in accord, otherwise he is really sweet.”

You nod with a smile.

Jeno speaks up, “Also he is the fourth owner and the last owner you are yet to meet properly.”

With waving them and making your way towards the gate in the end of the garden, Jaehyun calls you again. Turning back, your eyes tell him to say.

“Remember, your rent is due.”

Rent is due.

The whole ride to your office, his words were dancing in your mind that you need to gather the money for three months in advance. You were sure to make him change the rent structure but the way your nervousness took over yourself that you couldn’t get yourself to ask about it. Fine, atleast you have a place to stay in two days and one week more to arrange the money and also, he offered that if you need help regarding the money then you can ask one of them, three out of four. No way, you are going to ask that grumpy one, God knows where he is showing his temper right now, you feel pity over those employees.

Arriving to the workplace, you are already late for fifteen minutes. Wow, great you have an important meeting but due to the traffic, you are going to get a good earful. Your one of the co-workers greets you at the entrance with a worried look on her face and you already know the reason.

“Y/n, just run to the meeting room. Managing Director is already getting pissed off with your absence and if you don’t hurry-“

You are literally skipping steps to reach to the elevator, “Sana, I know but can you please shut up. I know I’m already late, you don’t have to say it again.”

Without looking back at her, you quickly enter the elevator and press the buttons repeatedly as if it would fly you to the room. Tapping your feet impatiently, you glancing to your wrist watch with passing of each floor and you just hope to atleast arrive there without any more hurdles. So many things going in your life all together. Honestly, if it was any other meeting then it should not have been a problem but today the Managing Director will be attending the meeting and you have already messed up.

Reaching the floor, you sprint towards the meeting room and push open the door. Breathing heavily and sweats lining your forehead, you smooth over your skirt and bow with apologies flowing continuously from your mouth.

Everyone already has seated in their places and as soon as you saw your empty chair in the end of the row, you turn to move towards it. Wait, don’t think you are getting out of this situation so easily.

“So, you are Ms. Kang Y/N?”

You halt in your steps and turn around. Your eyes go big and shock expression visible on your face to come face to face with the person who just called you. That’s why the voice sounded so familiar. Can I just jump out of the window from this floor? Like what is he doing here? Why? Out of all the people, he is here.

Mark.

“Come here miss, I have already introduced myself to rest of them but I guess you think everything goes according to you so let me introduce myself to you in a special way.” He takes slow steps towards you, but your brain is having two reactions like one that he is looking scary with this deep tone and two that he is looking hella fine and maybe hot in this black suit.

“Myself, Mark Lee. The Managing Director of Fact Check Enterprise.” Oh. So, he is the one who was supposed to come and the meeting was scheduled later due to him and is matching how Jaehyun earlier referred about his going home late at night. He shakes your shaky hands and leans down to whisper, “Also, the fourth owner of the villa.”

Standing up straight, he goes back to the end of the table to his previous place but this time he asks an employee sitting at the front of the row to exchange the seat with yours and sends a smirk towards you. You are still standing there and understanding his motives but he just raises his eyebrows and signals you to sit in the new place. That’s the place extremely near to him. He is just trying to do everything possible to show his temper on you. You didn’t think back in your way that the poor employee will be you. How pathetic!

The meeting lasted for one and a half an hour. The result was the best and your experience was the worst. In the end of every speech, he laughed to make everyone comfortable around him and also listened to each of the member’s point of view on the project and he had that warm aura that even made those employees to state their perspectives who always hesitate. His leadership skills were on the point but everything was different when it was your turn. He had that smirk plastered permanently on his face, eyes roaming all over your body and him leaning back to his chair and palms joined before him and deeply staring at you was like something to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s not like anyone was finding the situation weird but you know him holding the grudge from the morning. Whenever your tensed self was explaining something, he has to interrupt and ask you some silly question which didn’t even relate to the topic but smiling towards others he claimed that everyone has to prepare for such questions in bigger interviews. Huh bigger interviews! he is just asking you the questions just to mess with you and piss you off because of the commotion back at their house. You are a very confident woman when it comes to your work and duties but somehow his presence is not helping you today.

Ending the meeting officially, everybody stood up and bowed to him and others. You did the same but when it’s your turn to exit, “Miss Y/n. Please stay back, I have few words to talk with you.”

Looking back to the ones left to leave the room, they send you innocent smiles and excused themselves to leave. You are hoping to leave the room along with them but to your surprise, Mark closes the door as soon as everybody left.

“So, should I call you Y/n or fantasylove?” He asks while leaning against the door, hands folded in front and smirk still visible.

“Y/n….” you try your best to avoid his piercing gaze on you but you got tensed up when you hear his footsteps nearing you.

Hands gripping your jaw, fingers brushing over the skin so lightly and eyes devouring your simple beauty. Poking his cheek with the tongue, he smiles down at you, “A shy housemate we are getting huh?”

“I’m not shy. It’s just you are crossing your boundaries.”

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows, “Boundaries of?”

“This. You are crossing the distance between an employee and you. You should not do this as it would hamper both of our image.” You try to push him but he holds you tighter and closer by the waist.

Tilting his head, he leans to your level to whisper in your ears, “What if I want to ruin my image?” his breaths fan over your ears, tickling your skin, “And also if I want to ruin you, love?”

“What?” Your shocked eyes staring at the door in the fear of anyone getting inside anytime and finding you here in this position. Without thinking anything else, you push him and take your bag from the chair and sprint towards the door. Leaving behind a man with a smug expression and satisfied self.

You didn’t care if he is going to report your behaviour of pushing him but if anyone would have seen the scene then also it might have caused a similar problem and it was better option to run away.

All the way back home, it was you overplaying the same scene from the office in your mind and having a second doubt to shift to his house, their house. You certainly don’t have another option to cancel them but also an uneasiness setting in your mind. Maybe he was just trying to be friendly with me as we are going to stay in the same place and am just overthinking about the issue? But is it? So, you block your every here and there thoughts to just stick to your plan and that’s moving to the house in two days.

………….

The next day, it’s a mess for you as you are packing up all the things and also tensing on the matter of not having enough money in your account. You should keep a proper calculation of your spendings and get hold of your balance when it’s reaching the bottom limit. You don’t know whether you can manage to pack all the things by the night and would be able to move tomorrow but still keeping aside your other routines, you focus yourself on gathering your stuffs in one place.

*DING*

Your doorbell ringing continuously and you swear if it’s again any children playing around, you might lose your temper. It’s not like you don’t love them but in this hectic situation if it’s not something important but them, you are literally going to lose your mind.

Opening the door casually, you are prepared to scold the one who ringed it but to your surprise, Jaemin is standing at your doorstep with a flower bouquet and a bright smile plastered on his face. Atleast, you should have peeked before from the peephole so atleast you wouldn’t be standing like a beggar in front of this absolute beautiful man.

“Hey, Jaemin. You didn’t inform me that you are coming and also how come you know my place?”

 He hands over the bouquet to you and you welcome him inside. While placing the gift on top of the counter, you turn back to him to see him looking around the house in curiosity.

 “If I had informed you then where was the fun of surprising you and also you are going to be our new housemate so it’s good to know about your details and I asked Jaehyun about it.”

“He knows about it?” you ask in confusion.

He nods and comes near to you, sliding his hand around your neck, “Yeah, you have told him on the call, yesterday.”

“Did I?”

He nods again and pats your head, “Don’t overthink yourself little mate. It’s easy to forget things when you have so many other responsibilities. And that’s why I’m here to help you with it.”

He looks around the living room but he can’t see anything to pack as you have already taken all your stuffs to the bedroom and kept in one place to make it easier for the packing. He turns to you and you move from his hold to give him a glass of water.

“Sorry, I can’t offer you anything more as all my snacks have been finished and I myself haven’t ate anything since the morning and it has been afternoon already so maybe I will look for a quick delivery. I will bake something for you when we would be staying um together.”

“That sounds nice. I really like it that we are going to stay together.”

Leaning on the counter you sigh, “yeah, something like that.”

A worry flashes across Jaemin’s eyes, “Hey, you look so tired. Just tell me where your stuffs are and then I can help you with and then later I will bring you some food. You need to take care of yourself.”

“It’s okay, Jaemin I don’t want you to worry for this. I can handle it, really.”

“Y/n. I insist, please. I will feel that you are not considering me as your friend and a housemate, me and my brothers wont feel nice about this. We just want you to feel comfortable with us.”

“Brothers? You guys are related?”

“Not fully. Mark and Jeno are related but me and Jaehyun has same father as them but our dad has married twice. His first wife died early and that’s Jaehyun’s mother and then he married again and that’s Mark and Jeno’s mother.”

“And you?”

“The child of the mistress down the street.” He laughs at his own explanation and you give him a smile.

Jaemin has the sweetest personality and you look forward to his company while living with them. He is so helpful and kind of a perfect friend and maybe has the best qualities of a husband. You are taking your thoughts a bit too far. Apart from his good qualities, he is a kind of…pervert. Like, he offers you to take the shower when he will be sealing the boxes and after so much of insisting, you took a quick shower and then when you saw him standing near the door, scanning your whole body but fortunately you were dressed. On asking him what he was doing there, he quickly apologized and said that he needed to use the bathroom. But something about his stare is making you feel uneasy, you can feel all the time when you two were packing that his eyes were lingering on you. You even caught him few times stealing glances of you but you ignored it.

“Thanks for the help, Jaemin and I really enjoyed the food. It’s expensive though.”

“Anything for my little mate.” He ruffles your hair and goes to the exit.

Bidding your goodbyes to each other, you are smiling to yourself after closing the door. Maybe the news of leaving the house was not as bad as you thought and also getting housemates in addition was not in your list. You are going to start a different life from tomorrow so it’s the last day of you staying in this house.

As promised last night, Jaemin is happily waiting for you by the side of the road and also brought a van with him to carry your luggage. To your surprise, Jeno is also tagging along with him and you are happy that they are so friendly with you. Both of them didn’t let you to do anything, not even was letting you to carry your purse. You were utterly surprise with this sort of treatment because never once in a lifetime, you ever thought or got this type of behaviour from someone. You are so glad that they are going to be your housemates but what about the fourth one, Mark. Well, you can ignore one person, its not like you are associating with them very closely. You are going to be friendly and all and also most of the time you are going to be working your ass off at your workplace. Atleast for this upcoming one week. Jaemin asks you if you had your breakfast and lunch but you shyly shake your head and he scolds you for it but Jeno was quick to send him off to buy you all some food and himself volunteered to take you to their place, apparently your place too from now onwards.

The ride to the place was having fun with him and listening to different songs and humming to the songs that were of your choices as he insisted you to play your playlist. It was a cute gesture. On reaching to your destination, the day flashes when you entered the same gate without the hope of staying here but today finally you are here. Your previous owner was eyeing Jeno so suspiciously when you were handing over the keys, you doubt she has doubt him as your boyfriend instead of your new house owner.

“Welcome to NeoVilla, pretty one.”

You give a smile, “Thanks for the ride, Jeno.” And when you try to open your car door, Jeno is quick in action as he opens it for you and extends his hand in front for you to hold with a sweet smile on his face. Such a gentleman!

Holding your hand, he takes you inside the villa.

OH MY GOODNESS!

This is your literal impression after getting inside the house. They have arranged for a welcome party for you, not inviting any guests but only them and you as the main spotlight of the party.

“I hope you had a safe and fun ride with Jeno.” Jaehyun walks towards you with a rose in his hand and a sly smirk resting on his face.

“Yeah, he is really such a nice person. And what’s all these for?” You say while showing around the decorations with your hand. He holds your gesturing hand and brings to his lips, planting a soft kiss.

He is such a flirt that before leaving your hand, he winks at you. You shyly laugh it off and tugs your hairs behind your ears before looking around to take your mind off the incident. They are going to be your end if they continue acting like this to you. Their gestures and words having this strong effect on you and they also make you feel like as if you are the centre of their attention. Jeno takes a hold of your hand where still the feelings of Jaehyun’s lips lingering.

Jaehyun goes over to the table and brings a drink for you, “Drinks?” You shake your head sideways and he nods while taking a good look of your outfit, “I see that you love to wear skirts a lot. And also, all these are for you. To welcome our baby to this grand villa.” He smiles in the end of his sentence, taking a small sip from his glass.

“Hey! I’m not a baby though. Me and Jaemin is of same age, we got to know about this last night. So, that means Jeno here is of my age too.”

Jeno takes you towards the table and gestures you to sit and he takes the place beside you, sitting facing you, one hand resting on top of the chair. Jaehyun moves to the other side of the table and stands on the opposite side, leaning on his one hand on the chair and other hand holding the glass. Both of their focus on you, out of shyness, you take a glass and have some water to atleast calm down your racing heart on feeling their continuous stare.

“You might be of my age but still you are the youngest of this household so you are the baby.” Jeno gives you his eye-smile with his cheerful speech.

Jaehyun laughs on hearing his brother, “Yeah that’s true and I will call you baby, my baby.”

His baby. Doesn’t it sound like a boyfriend calling his girlfriend. Hey! Stop. He is not your boyfriend and he can’t be ever. This is the second day that you are meeting him and here you are already falling for him. Huh! Well, not your fault that you are finding their actions and words towards you weird and overwhelming. Not weird actually, the reason is you have never experienced any boy to be treating you like this ever let aside two or three of them all together. You wonder for a while how you are going to stay with these flirts if they are going to treat you like this. You are not going to lie here but honestly if they were someone else then you would have tried to stand for yourself, maybe atleast have rejected the plan on moving here. You are never a vocal person and know to fight for your rights so you don’t have much more expectation but somehow you are letting them to have their ways with you. Simply, you are sttracted to them. You are ignoring their behaviours, them calling you with nicknames and treating you as if…..you are their family member. Well, you are kind of. A housemate.

Jaemin announces his arrival with a whistle and shouting ‘where is my little mate?’ Again, those names. But deep down you are loving it. You are even questioning yourself as to why you are appreciating everything regarding them. But let it aside as food is here and nothing can be prioritised more than this. You had a great lunch with three of them and then when Jaehyun excused himself for having some important works and left the house. You are left back with two sweat hearts. Their playful jokes, flirting here and there and the famous smirks plastered on their face when you are so shy on their compliments. You compared your life back in your previous house with this present and now you see how lonely you were when living all alone but as everything happens for better and now you are here laughing with these two. Everything was going usual until this certain person entered the dining area.

“I see you are having a great time with my brothers, Love.”

Oh, how you forgot that not those three are your only housemates but this menace too. You try to act normal even if the scene from last day is bugging you and Jaemin’s eyes sticked in your figure is not helping it. His eyes dancing between you and his brother and judging how you are shifting in your place. Jeno’s hands come to place on top of yours and with an assuring smile, he nods his head and turns back to his brother who has just entered.

“You are early today, Mark.” Jeno asks.

Mark’s gaze is still on you and you are well aware of it but trying your best to ignore it and focus on the food before you even if you want to run away from the current situation yet you don’t want to waste your favorite food so its better be like this.

“Yeah, Jaehyun would be there to handle the other stuffs so I guess I won’t be needed today and its good as our dear housemate is here.”

Jaemin furrows his eyebrows, “What’s with you calling her love?” You cough on hearing him. He is not going to tell them about what he did to you in your office. Right? It’s nothing much but still. Jeno hands you a tissue and Jaemin continues, “Have you guys met yet?”

Mark widely smiles and takes the seat beside Jaemin and that’s across from you, “Yeah, of course.”

“Where?” Jeno is curious too as where his brother got the chance to meet you outside the house.

“Apparently, the meeting I had yesterday which I thought wont be much useful had me otherwise. It was a lot more interesting than I had ever expected.” Mark is following your every reaction.

“You both were in the same meeting?” Jaemin asks his brother and looks at you.

“Yes and that even she was sitting beside me. She was late though. Very irresponsible employee.” Mark chuckles before adding, “but we had fun right, Y/n?”

Hearing your name from him is reminding you how close you both were yesterday and now those thoughts with these men’s piercing gaze is a lot for you.

“Ye-yes.” Even when he is having this cheerful personality still you are getting nervous in front of him. You need to get out of here. You turn towards Jeno catching him already staring at you.

“Jeno, please show my room. I would like to freshen up and unpack few things which I need for tomorrow.”

He nods and offers you to follow him towards the stairs. The feeling of two lingering stares are tingling you but knowing whose are those, you don’t look back but quickening your steps to follow the large steps of Jeno.

You were sure of getting a nice, cozy and big bedroom but never in a while you thought it to be this big, it’s such a luxurious one. Your shocked eyes are in awe with the room and the decorations are on point with the mixtures of the pastel colours with the proper blending of the colours of sheets and the curtains. The unique and elegant furnitures placed nicely at the exact places is having the exact soft vibes that you wish to come to home after each stressful day at work. They are really asking for much less money for such a lavish place. Now, the money is still a separate topic for you.

“Wow. This is so nice. Who has decorated it?” You are still in awe and touching everything so delicately as if it might break under your touch.

“Mostly Jaehyun as he has given his whole heart while preparing this room for you and me and Jaemin has helped him out with everything. Jaemin is very picky when it’s come to perfection so that’s all about.”

“I love it so much. Thanks for your time in preparing all these. It was not necessary but still I appreciate it so much.”

Even when you are happy that they have worked hard to prepare your room together, your mind still wonder where Mark was during all that time. Is he not liking that you will be staying here? Casting a glance at the man standing beside you, you sit on the edge of the bed and call his name, catching his attention and he looks up from his phone.

“What about Mark?”

He raises his brows, “What about him?”

“Does he not like me staying here? You said you all have done this then where was he?”

He fishes his phone inside and takes slow steps towards you, “well my pretty one, he is kind of busy with his meetings and overseas events so basically he is barely at home but he has some other surprises for you.”

“Other surprises?”

“I don’t know anything more other than this.” He stands in front, so close to you that you have to look up to meet his eyes. He leans down and you lean a bit back to give him space but that was not the deal. He cages you in his arms, his breaths fanning your shoulders, he whispers, “I see you are worrying about Mark when I’m right in front of you.”

Your hands move up to push him away when he takes a gentle hold of it and stare at your eyes, blinking between your eyes and lips. When you lick them, it seems more kissable and he is just trying his best to control himself. Your shocked eyes staring back at him.

“Jeno…”

“Am I not enough to worry for?” He asks you in a low throaty voice. Damn, you feel so under control with the voice that you feel like submitting yourself to him but again. It’s just you overthinking about their motives, they are just some huge flirts playing around with you and nothing is serious. You don’t know why but you just nod. Your heart racing and breath heaving due to this close proximity, you can feel him leaning down closer and anytime, he might can kiss you.

Just a few inches more, his breaths are slipping inside through your lightly parted lips and his hand holding your wrists has loosened. Your back is almost touching the sheets. You gulp but not stopping him and letting him. LETTING HIM TO KISS YOU.

Someone knocks at the door and your hands push him from over you. He stands straight and brushes his hair. He is half annoyed for getting interrupted by someone from the other side of the door who is continuously knocking and calling out your name.

“What happened, Jaemin?” Jeno asks his brother but maintaining an eye contact with you.

“What are you doing there? Let me have-“Jaemin got cut off when Jeno abruptly opens the door to which the other man who was leaning against it got stumbled.

“What the fuck man! I was about to fall.” He glares at the man who has opened the door but the latter has the same expression in return. He then turns towards you to see that you are having a flushed expression and faking a smile.

“Woah! Did I miss something? Why are you blushing? Did he-“

Jeno presses his palm over his brother’s mouth before dragging him out. It’s a little nice to see the brotherly bonding but you just got up and quickly close the door and leans to it, releasing a deep breath.

Am I that dumb?

You are letting them being so close to you. Not as a friend but more than that. Friends don’t pull you towards them and whispers and leans down to kiss you. You are just giving in to them and this is the thing that is not screaming inside you.

……….

One week. You had been given one week time to pay off the rent and you know that you are fucked up. You blamed yourself for infinite times why you have spent so much on those dresses and jewelleries which you don’t even know when you had last worn them. You are very calculative about your expenditure but you can’t help yourself in buying costly dresses and some useless stuffs for which you have to regret a lot, the way you are right now. Last month, you had a trip with your old town friends and that’s also the reason why you are having shortage of money. The rent for this month was already paid off to the previous owner so you were not worrying about that but you didn’t have in the plan to move to another place and pay your three months rent in advance. It’s a bit high in value than the previous but cheaper than the rest available on the site.

So, today in the end of the week, you have decided to have a talk with Jaehyun about the money. You are so nervous to meet him as you had promised him last time that you would pay him but now here you are now making your way to his room. You are just about to knock when you can hear a voice.

“What’s my love doing here?”

Turning around you are met with him, only in his jeans, drying his hair with the towel and oh gosh, he is shirtless. You quickly turn towards the door. You can hear his laugh and footsteps. Your hope of him going away crashes down when you feel him back-hugging you. Isn’t it too much for knowing you only just for one week?

“Mark, move.”

“Why? I like it this way.” His cold lips touching the warm skin of your neck, you are sure he just had a shower. You hold his hands around you and worryingly looking at the door. Jaehyun can open his door anytime but you don’t want him to see you like this in this state with Mark.

“We should not do this. Jaehyun might see us and- “

“He won’t be a problem here.” He plants a soft kiss and a shiver runs down your body and his nose nudges in your loose hair, inhaling your sweet scent. “But tell me, do you not like it?”

Do you? If not, then girl push him away. He is being a tease here. You don’t want him to take advantage of you being the only girl in this household. But it’s not like he is taking advantage as you are lowkey loving the way he is holding you tight in his embrace, his breath is the only air surrounding you and your brain fuzzing with the multiple thoughts. This little moment got interrupted with the opening of the door in front of both of you. You try to push him away but he holds you tighter.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He takes in the view in front of him and clenches his jaw, brushing his hair back, he looks at Mark with raised eyebrow, “And Mark? You are here and also with her.”

“Jealous? Well, little missy was looking so tensed standing in front of your door so I thought to cheer her up and I guess we were having fun but you interrupted us.” Mark smirks in the end of his statement and rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Jaehyun…”

Mark stands straight and comes beside you and Jaehyun’s glares to his brother turns into a soft expression on hearing your sweet voice. “Yes?”

Mark leans to the wall beside the door frame but his eyes are still checking you out.

“I have something important to say.” You look between them and add “but with you alone.”

“Oh, come on dude, why can’t I be included here?”

“Mark, get the fuck out.” Jaehyun pushes him away when he tried to enter the room with you. As soon as he offered you to enter, he pushes the other one out despite his complains and shut the door.

“So, Y/n. What’s there bothering you?”

“Um, like you know today it was supposed to be me paying off the rent but I’m sorry that I couldn’t arrange for it.” You are looking down with guilt and fearing that he might say you to leave the house tomorrow but you are still hoping him to atleast consider your condition.

“Do you have any major problem?”

“no. its just I might have spent my money recklessly that now, when I’m in need I don’t have.”

He chuckles on your pout and grabs your shoulder, his dimples having an appearance, “So, how much time do you need until you can arrange for it?”

“By the end of this month. When I will get my pay-check in hand, I would definitely pay you.”

“And if you can’t?” He is staring deeply in your orbs.

“I will do anything for you. Just don’t kick me out this house.”

“Anything?”

You pause for a moment and lick your lips. His eyes read your every little reaction and shifting your hands on his wrist.

“Yes.”

...............

Living with these four men is an adventure for you. Most of the daytime, you all are out of the house, having separate lives at your own workplaces but the rest of the day is crossing paths with them often. You haven’t been friends with boys ever in your life but living with four men is a thing no one would have ever expected from you, not even you. So, it’s giving you a new experience and that’s being sexually frustrated around them. You haven’t been laid before and their playful touches, them being close to you and handling you as they want and them flirting with their seductive voices is not helping the condition. Everything is becoming too much for you, they are well aware of your irritated self when they are teasing you and leaving you high and dry but who are you to complain about this. Even if you haven’t been experienced this, it’s not like you are going to miss this once in a blue moon opportunity to slip through your hands. You are skill-fully wearing skirts higher often and you know their hawk eyes following you all around the house. You are well aware of the mischievous and not so pleasant thoughts running through your mind. Sometimes whenever you catch them looking at you, you run off but secretly you smile to yourself. They sometimes even sneak inside your bedroom at night and the reason is that they are bored and they want you to spend time with them and you happily have your time with them either watching movies or going out for long drives and walking.

You never had so comfort and peace coming back from work, either one of them will always prepare the food for you and the other would prepare the bath for you and you really appreciate it so much. You all have become close in these few days so much as if you know each other for a long time, maybe that’s the perk of having roommates. Always, one of them tries to come home early before than you so you don’t have to come to home alone. Standing at the entrance, smiling widely with some gifts. Yeah, it’s their habit of gifting you something or the other. Sometimes, it’s just a chocolate or an earring or any makeup products or dresses. You have told them several times not to spend so much but Jaehyun is always ending the conversation.

“You aren’t going to tell me what to do for my baby.”

And Mark giving you his infamous smirk. Well, previously it was the conclusion you had that Mark is the biggest pervert and flirt in this household but you were so wrong when you noticed some change in behaviour with Jeno and Jaemin. Jeno has a complicated personality, if he wants to be sweet with you, he will smile softly, giving you little hugs and asks you if you need something but if he is frustrated with something, maybe due to your endless teasing them with you walking around the house being so oblivious of their stares, he would have a tough façade like asking you why you are suddenly so late coming from your work, why you are wearing this particular dress, why you are being a bad girl. Bad girl? Now that’s a thing which you often hear from Jaemin as well, this guy is always having an expression which you can’t decipher whether it’s a smirk or a teasing smile. He would always be smiling at you but the words coming out his mouth are just in contrast with it.

Jaehyun is the eldest one so he is a bit secretive with his behaviour but you know his eyes are always on you, only you. If he ever offers you a glass of water or a cup of coffee, his fingers would brush over yours while handing over the cup to you and him maintaining the eye contact all the way until you are finishing your drink. Mark again had another meeting at your office and he specially wanted your presence in the meeting and you know the reason, just to ask you stupid questions and to show people that you know each other more than others. It’s very common these past days for him to give you rides to your office.

Surprisingly, they even brought you to an official meeting to a grand cuisine. You first thought that they were joking but it’s so clear when Mark handed you a red dress to wear.

“Well, I would not have bought it if we were joking. So sorry that I wasn’t being the part to decorate the room and your welcome party but this is my little gift to you.”

That was not the only thing as he suddenly puts a diamond teardrop necklace around your neck.

“What’s this for?” You ask him while touching the expensive item on you.

“To let others know that you are ours.”

Ours. You are hearing this term a lot from them even also today before they went out for meeting. Yes, today is the day when you are supposed to pay off the rent and you would be cleared of all the debts and the tension of owing them would be gone. But the message popped up on your phone screen was not really expected. Jeno has texted you that they wont be coming back home tonight as they are stuck at the place due to the bad weather so they would be returning the next day maybe at afternoon or evening. You have a pout on reading the texts. Even others have texted the same following him. Without caring about much of your diet, you grab some snacks and binge watched some shows whole night.

It is late afternoon when you hear the unlocking of the front door and you know that they are finally back. You got down the stairs quickly to greet them back but uh oh. Why are they looking at you like that? Oh gosh! You are only in your oversized t-shirt hanging loose on your frame and now you realised that how you fell asleep during dawn after binge watching whole night. They are still in their business suites must be tired but still managing to look the best out of all and here you are despite being home, looks more messed up than them.

“What were you doing?” Mark asks you while taking off his coat and placing it on top of the sofa.

“I-I was sleeping.”

Jaehyun asks you in worry, “Did we wake you up?”

“No no. I was just awake when I heard the door. I’m sleeping for so long since morning and I must be stinking.”

“Why? Are you sick?” Jaemin is already ready to call the doctor.

“No, I was bored last night and binged watched some shows and it went like that.”

Jeno scoffs, “Again watching those stupid dramas.”

“Hey!” You try to protest against him to which he raises his brow and smirks, but suddenly you remember an important thing and speak out loudly catching their attention, well it was already on you anyways. “I got the money for the rent. I will give it you right now.”

When you turn back, Mark speaks up, “Let us all freshen up and then we can talk about that.”

There is nothing to talk about but still you nod and go to your room as you need to do your routines as well.

After almost two hours, you got a text from Jaehyun asking you to come to his room. You took the money from on top of the night stand and skipped to his room. You knock on the door and call out his name but no response. First of all, it was weird to send you text when he is just in the other room away few steps across from yours. Again, the next thing is his text was just not even two minutes ago and now he suddenly not replying you. Did he just leave? Hearing some shuffles from inside, you push open the door. You are met with darkness and search for the switches to turn it on.

“Jaehyun, are you there?”

Silence.

“Jaehyun…”

You feel someone wraps their hand from behind and resting their face in the crook of your neck. Wet sloppy kisses and nose lightly tapping your ear. You feel hands tightening around you and teeth nibling on your skin. still STILL you are not protesting it. You know his cologne and his touch well as everyday he is the one who offers you the morning coffee.

“You smell so sweet.” He whispers in your ears, biting it lightly before kissing down the jaw. “tell me to stop.”

“I brought the money.”

Someone stands in front of you and takes the envelope from your hand. “I don’t think this is the actual amount.”

“Yes that is. that is the amount of three months.”

Pushing away the hairs to the other side, he mumbles on your shoulder, “No. That’s not. You were supposed to give it yesterday but now you are late for one whole day. So, you have to pay the interest.”

“What? But you all were not there.”

“Uh ah. It is what it is.” The person before you, speaks up and well that laugh following in the end of his statement is making it obvious that he is Mark.

Jaehyun is still mumbling sweet words to you and most commonly ‘my baby’.

“You said you are going to do anything if you can’t pay the money on time so, will you?”

“But-“ Someone turns on a dim light inside the room. Mark holds your chin to make you look up, “Will you?”

“….yes.”

Yes what? What are you agreeing for? Just run out of the room. Jaemin emerges from the bathroom and his smirks following his eyes scanning your whole body just in shorts and a loose t-shirt. He comes beside Mark to get the envelope and places it on top of a table. Jaehyun has the best view of the outside from his room and your eyes watching it when it got interrupted by when Mark pulls your face closer.

“Tell us to stop.”

You didn’t. You didn’t even dare to look away from his big round hipnotising eyes. His thumbs brushing your lips so delicately as if it’s made of glass. Mark leans down but pauses when he is just a breath away from your lips. You are aching for him to kiss but this man knows how to tease and his damn smirk on seeing you frustrated.

“Just kiss me already.”

His eyes take in the every detail of your face, admiring you up so close even when he teases you every day but not like this when you are so turned on and frustrated for him and your body aching for his lips. With a last look, he closes the distance between your lips. His kiss starts with the soft movements and slow rhythm as if he is calculating his next step but soon it turned into teeth clashing with each other, hands gripping tightly on your neck leaving marks and you can feel Jaehyun has retreated himself. Kiss is heating up and you can feel him smiling in the kiss when his other hand snakes under your tee only to find out you are not wearing anything.

“No bra?”

You are really embarrassed. You didn’t think about earlier to be in this situation when he called you in his room. You thought to just give him the money and go back to your room. Thinking, they must have been tired from last day and craving for some sleep but all you can see is them craving for something else. His hand messages one of your breasts and other one adjusting the position of your face to get a better access.

You part your lips from Mark to take a deep inhale when he flicks your nipple. You feel someone playing with your waistband and you look to your back to see Jaehyun smiling down at you.

“Tell me to stop.” When he sees you with no sign of stopping him, he chuckles, “I will then take that as a yes.”

Tell him to stop for what? You generally don’t know anything about this. You haven’t been fucked by anyone before but this new sensation is really exciting you when you are under the watch of four set of eyes. You know once you are into this then you cant escape it but when you are enjoying this too much then why to stop it all of a sudden.

Jaehyun’s hand disappear into your shorts and he chuckles darkly in your ears, “I see you are wet for me.”

“For us.” Mark adds while pumping both of your breasts, earning low moans out of you.

Jeno brings his attention towards him to your side, cupping the jaw tightly and you know, it’s turning red under his hold. His dark eyes staring down at you, “I see you are so in need of us like we are for you.”

You nod in compliance without any hesitation and that’s when he crashes his lips on you. He doesn’t want to waste time on going softly and his aggressiveness is all visible in the kiss, so out of rhythm but still you are enjoying it. Not sure how long you’ve been kissing for, only until Jeno tugs on your hair and pulls you closer to him. You are so lost in the kiss that you didn’t notice when Mark has put down your shorts along with his t-shirt and pants.

“Jeno, get the fuck off. It’s my turn to taste the sweet lips.” Jaemin complains from his place while leaning against a wall.

“Shut up.”

Parting from the kiss, you can feel the palm cupping your mound and pressing it tightly. You whimper and clutch Mark’s bare shoulder.

“Jaehyun….”

“You like it huh!” His deep voice whispering in your ears and fingers rubbing your clothed heat is earning moans out of you. As soon as Jeno turns his head, he is shoved off by Jaemin, who even pushed Mark aside to cup your face in his palms.

“I just want to fuck you so bad and show them that only I can make you scream and feel the best.” Jaemin made others growl with his statement. He is not getting fazed by it but getting lost with you, with the feel that you are finally in his hands and that all flushed up and turned on.

“Don’t be a jerk right now, Jaemin” Jeno growls.

Jaemin gives you small pecks, giving kitten licks to your lips before sucking them so hard that they appear thick jelly. Being satisfied, he starts kissing you. He is almost eating your half of the face, not caring how your hands holding his biceps tightly with every bite of his on your lips and every tight press on your heat by the other person’s hand. You are feeling a tickling sensation in your stomach when Jaehyun rips of his hand leaving you whimpering in Jaemin’s hold.

He goes to sit on the edge of the bed and calls out to Jaemin to give others chance. Others laugh when you whine in losing every contact from your body. Your heated up body aching for everything, for their touch, for them to ruin you. You are insane for them at this point.

Jaehyun signals you to sit on his lap and obediently you follow him, sitting on him and placing your hands around his neck. His hand comes up to brush your hairs and play with them and you smile at him.

“You are so beautiful and the prettiest baby.” Curling some strands around his fingers, “I just want to ruin you and see this pretty face begging me to stop until you are at the mercy of hell.”

“And what if I want to be ruined?”

His shocked eyes staring back at you. He never thought of you replying back to him like this but having you like this is making him go hard. He is in his boxers and if you look around the room, they all are except Jeno whose shirt is unbuttoned and showing the abs.

“I see you are liking it so much that your little mouth is talking back.”

Jaemin had it enough, “now when it’s your turn, you all are taking time as if we got one long week to fuck her continuously but when it’s mine, you are hurrying up as if we going to run late for 9 to 5 job and we would be fired on being late.”

Mark chuckles before patting him, “it’s okay my dear brother. You will be getting your chance and we won’t be interrupting again.”

Your mind was off to the place where the two brothers were slightly bickering when you feel Jaehyun biting your neck and trailing juicy kisses all over the throat and jaw. His hands slides inside the tee to play with your nipples, flicking them, rolling between his fingers. Your every shift on his lap is earning a groan from him as his clothed painful tip is getting brushed by your wet clothed heat. He brings his lips to yours and bite it down before hungrily kissing it. You are a mess of whimpers and moans and it’s like music to them. He is giving equal attention to both of your breasts and pumping so hard that you gasp in the kiss.

The others are getting hard with the view unfolding in front of them. There is shuffle on the bed behind Jaehyun and when you both break the kiss, you see Mark sitting against the headboard with legs wide spread in front.

“Now come here.”

Jaehyun pats your cheek before placing you on the bed beside him, you crawl to Mark and when you try to sit on his lap, he turns you around and places between his legs, facing to others.

“This is nice. They can have a great show ahead.”

He pulls your shirt up even when you hesitate but he simply held you down and rips the tee off from you. Your hands automatically comes in action to hide yourself but he pins them down behind your back.

“Don’t even dare to go against me.” He guides your hand over his length and wraps your fingers around it, he groans on feeling your soft warm hand around his thick hardened dick.

“Ah fuck! Keep going.” He moans in your ears.

Jeno got on the bed and Jaehyun still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at you hungrily. Jeno comes in front of you and pecks you before sliding your panty down.

“You are perfect for us.”

Mark slides a finger in,Jeno bent down to lace his mouth with your exposed breast. You whimper with both of them toying with you. Marks fingers pumping in and out of you and Jeno’s tongue licking your hard nipples, pulling them between his teeth and then sucking the whole. You are already a mess just under their mouth and fingers

Jeno’s other hand grabs your other breast giving it a squeeze and you moan out his name when Mark slaps your pussy for not getting the attention. Jeno’s saliva trailing down your chest to stomach and Marks pace increases with the addition of fingers. Your body arch with the pleasure running down your veins, you hum and moan dreamily.

“Are you near?” Mark asks you planting a kiss on your cheek. You nod to him and hand squeezes his cock. He pushes your hands off from him.

“Words, love.”

“Yes yes. I want to come. Please.”

“That’s a good one. Cum for me.”

As soon as his words fall from the lips, you scream out his name for the first orgasm of the night. They all have the satisfactory smile on their faces. You come on his fingers and Mark licks the fingers before turning you around and Jeno sit up on his knees and Jaehyun pats his back.

Jaemin in the other hand watching you with hooded eyes and hand stroking his length and imagining you doing it.

Mark pats your head and smiles at you, “ride me.” You haven’t look at him up so closely before but he has the youthfulness and attractive smile. His doe eyes and flawless skin is a perfect addition to his charming face. He is kind of cute and a soft one when it comes to sex.

You grind on his thigh on hearing his words before placing yourself on the length. You hiss and cry out with the stretch but he slowly guides you and shush you with massaging your sides. Your eyes closed tightly and the pain making your whole body still.

“It’s okay love. You can do it. Just move, the pain will go away.”

You did as he told you and slowly slowly the pain is turning into pleasure. You haven’t fully got off the high from the previous orgasm but still having the feel of the building of knot in your stomach. The burning sensation of the stretch is still there but blinding by the sensation of you reaching to your climax.

“Fuck, you are so tight and feels so good. A perfect one for me.” He taps on your thigh, “eyes on me. I want to see you coming.”

Few more thrusts hitting the exact spot, your body shakes for the release and you come undone following him. You lay on top of his chest when he flips your position and kissed you.

Mark pulls out from you and Jeno shoved him aside.

“Such a pretty one, laying down all fucked up and ready for me. I want to see you crying and whimper under me.”

Your mind not registering what he is saying but your body got so sensitive when he hovers on top of you, watching you like an animal watching his prey. Your hands go up to touch his face, he quickly gets a hold of it and guides them to his abs. Your fingers tracing every bumps until it goes down to touch his hard painful dick, he holds your wrists and pins them above your head.

Inhaling your scent in the neck, he parts your legs wide enough to place himself. His other hand tracing your curves and rubbing your thighs and toying your leaking entrance with his tip. Your whimpers and whines earning smirk and chuckles from him. Your hips raising up to get in touch with his dick is amusing him. Your sobs are a great view to them. Mark is again hard seeing you like this.

“Be ready for me princess. I won’t be gentle like Mark.”

With that he enters your entrance without any warning, your loud moans filling up the entire room and them watching you falling apart under their merciless brother.

“You feel so good. Fuck! I’m getting addicted to it. I can’t even get enough of you.” He growls with his inhumane pace. He didn’t even let you to adjust before he starts moving. You can feel him much bigger than Mark and it’s already too much for you. Getting laid for the first time and having used by four of them is excess.

His tip hits your g-spot and you scream on the sensation. He smirks at your reaction and starts to whisper filthy stuffs in your ears, making you clench around him.

“Jeno please slow down.” Tears rolling down your eyes but he doesn’t have any care but still pushing himself inside of you. You can feel his tip poking your stomach.

“Please, slow down.”

Ignoring you, he is slamming into your pussy with you begging under him and clutching his hands under his entangled hold. Veins popping on his forehead is making him more hot.

“I know you want to cum. So cum for me.”

You let it loose with a scream of his name and soon he cum inside of you. The cumming of him inside of you is a different sensation and it’s turning you on more and heating up your body, fuzzing your mind. The overstimulation is making you whine and soon you both ride out your high.

He slowly pulls it out. Your hands clutching the bedsheet and pulling it, toes curling with the sensation of being overwhelmed. Your whole body is sensitive. Each touch is like an igniting tip. Jaehyun taps your cheek, “are you still here?”

You hum in response and he smiles in satisfaction.

“On hands and knees baby. I would like to see how your ass fits me in.”

“W-What?” You stammer.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jaehyun assures you. “It’ll feel good, you just have to trust us. You can be a good girl for us tonight, right?”

“I-I don’t think I’m r-ready for this-“

“You are,” Jaehyun soothes. “Don’t worry.”

“No no please. I can’t take anymore and this…I can’t do it please.”

Your protests were deaf to their ears when Jaemin shifts you to the desired position with your ass pointing exactly in front of Jaehyun’s dick. He is using his arousal as the lube around his cock and slams inside of you. You cry out but not for long as Jaemin slammed his cock inside your mouth.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jaehyun hisses and hold your hip still. “Your ass is taking me so well and as if it’s made for me.”

You whine around Jaemin’s cock and when he doesn’t got any reply, Jaehyun spanks your ass leaving a red mark of his handprint.

The stretch is so painful and tears continuously falling down your face at the feeling. Jaehyun is spanking you to see the vibrating muscles of your ass and the red marks urging him to thrust deeper. His has started with rhythmic thrust with Jaemin but soon became uneven.

“So good, you’re doing so good.” Jaemin praises. “Your mouth feels so warm and I want you to suck me everyday. You will do it, right?”

You didn’t reply but nod with his cock deep down your throat, choking you. Jaehyun spits on his dick and slams harder. You can feel him hitting your sweet spot.

“Can’t reply huh?”

Jaehyun chuckles, “don’t be mean Jaemin. She is stuffed with your cock inside her mouth. What do you expect?”

Jaemin grabs your hairs in a fist and pushes your face closer to him. Aggressively thrusting inside your mouth, he pulls out leaving you gasping for air.

“Open your mouth wide and close your eyes.”

You don’t have any room to protest so you did as he told you. Then you can feel hot liquid pouring inside your mouth and hitting your face, slipping to your jaw throat and chest, mixing with your sweats.

“No more…please…I can’t.”

Jaemin pats your cheek and plants a kiss on top of your head.

Jaehyun is still reaching his climax and you are about to cum.

“I’m near.”

“Hold it.”

“No no I can’t. I want to cum.”

“Either you are holding it in or you are not cumming tonight.”

Your exhausted body couldn’t protest anymore. Your cries are interrupted when Mark enters his finger inside your moth shushing you.

“It’s okay. It’s the last one and you can do it.”

Jaemin and Jeno playing with your nipples from both the sides leaving you a moaning mess. Jaehyun’s thumb rubbing your clit, igniting your climax. You are speaking gibberish and they don’t mind it. Every last muscle of your body is holding you back . You are sucking on Mark’s fingers for dear life.

“Cum for me baby.”

He couldn’t even complete his sentence that your whole body shakes under their hold. Them squeezed your nipples and Jaehyun spanked you again, Mark pushed his fingers deeper making you choke on them. You are still moaning out Jaehyun’s name around Mark’s fingers.

Jaehyun soon cum inside you and slowly rides out his high. As soon as they felt your body giving up. They stop their action and puts you in the middle of the bed, laying on your back. Your droopy eyes trying to open but Mark places his palm over them.

“Shh…close it. Jaemin is preparing a bath for us and maybe we can have round 2.”

You almost whisper it out, “no please I can’t.”

“Hey, I’m kidding. He is just preparing the bath for us to get freshen up. Me and Jeno will clean up so don’t worry and take rest.”

You turn towards Jeno, “you all came inside me. Did you have the protection?”

“Of course not. Why do we need that? When we can take care of you and our baby?”

You got shocked, “baby? I don’t want to get pregnant. We just had this with the flow. We are not married. We can’t have a baby.”

Mark brushing the hair away and pulling a cover on top of you, smiling down at you “if after this you are still not pregnant then we have to try again.”

“What?”

“You are ours and the baby is ours too. So you don’t have a say here.” Jeno proudly says.

Jaehyun comes behind Mark, “if the marriage is the only thing holding us back then we will arrange for it soon.”

“No. This is not right.” You add, “And what about my rent?”

“Your rent was paid on the day when you first stepped your foot here for the first time.” Jeno states.

“What are you saying?”

“Don’t overthink now. We can discuss this later. Have some rest. Atleast, for now you are our responsibility.” Mark cooes you to sleep. Your exhausted body couldn’t manage to protest much and fell into sleep.

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Jaemin emerges from the bathroom watching how his brothers staring at your sleeping figure.

“Is she sleeping?”

“Yeah, having so many thoughts inside her little brain but anyways they are not needed to be answered.” Jeno says and smiles at his brother.

“So my plan to bribe her house owner was good. We got her for ourselves after waiting for four years and scaring every boy whoever tried to approach her.”

Mark chuckles, “I was getting annoyed with watching her from afar every day. Everyday the scene from the party flashed in front of me of the day where we saw her for the first time. And I knew I need to get her.”

Jeno nods on agreeing with his brother. He could feel How it was painful and frustrating to see you everyday but couldn’t get near you unless they came up with this nice plan and that you are in their cage. You are not going to escape it soon.

“So, my plan worked for the best. Honestly, you all were great in acting on the first day.”

Jaemin smirks, “of course, Jaehyun.”

You are in a new place, not homeless but inside a cage. Do you want to escape or stay with them?

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Us versus Them - e.m.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

‖  summary: You made the mistake of telling your boyfriend Eddie you were having trouble using one of your toys because it was too strong. He's determined to help.

‖  notes: smut, it's porn without plot, graphic sexual content. 'sir' kink, rope bondage, overstimulation, sex toy use, spitting, slapping (face and body), choking, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), praise, unprotected p in v, implied creampie, implied squirting, mean!Dom!Eddie (with aftercare). it's messy y'all, let me know if i missed anything.

‖  word count: 2.6k

‖  this was written for @ghost-proofbaby because i said i would use all her kinks against her and this is my attempt. so here you go, babe. thanks to @fracturedarkness, @blue-mossbird, and @abibliophobiaa for proofreading and helping me write the ending. enjoy!

“If you don’t stop pulling on the rope it’s gonna break your skin, baby. Maybe I should get you some nice padded cuffs so you can struggle all you want without hurting yourself. But we can’t do that right now so,” the only warning you receive is the meat of Eddie’s palm touching your inner thigh, lining up the shot, punctuating the next 3 words with harsh slaps, “stop fucking squirming.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I’m so sorry! It’s just so, so much,” your voice breaks into a croak at the end, catching on the end of the sentence as your back arches away from the toy that Eddie holds relentlessly to your clit. He tied you up what felt like hours ago and has barely given you a chance to fucking breathe since he’d gotten the Rose Toy in his hand.

He pushes up onto all fours, moving from his prime viewing angle between your quivering legs to hover over your tear stained and flushed pink face. “Poor baby,” he coos in a mocking tone, his free hand running knuckles down your sweating cheek. “Too sensitive for her new toy. I told you I was gonna help you, didn’t I? Told you I was gonna tie you up and get you used to it, didn’t I?” The relentless buzz sends your eyelids fluttering again, a whimper crawling its way out of your throat as you try to process what he’d asked you. 

The next slap hits you across the cheek, lighter than the smacks on your thighs, but still harsh enough that your eyes shoot back open and your cracked lips break apart in a gasp. Eddie’s thumb and forefinger press into your cheeks on either side, locking your jaw wide as he leans in even closer. Reeling back an inch, he spits hard into your open mouth, hitting the back of your throat and triggering your gag reflex. “I asked you a question, dumb whore.”

“You did,” you mumble out through the way he grips your jaw, struggling to swallow the thick saliva that pools in the back of your throat from yourself and him. “You told me, Eddie.”

“There we go, now was that so hard?” He asks, eyebrows raising to let you know he does expect an answer. You shake your head the best you can given his hold and he rewards you with removing his hand and the press of a button, making the vibration swap from a constant swirl to a pulsing vibration that you feel from your scalp to your toes.

“Edd-ie!” You keen, your back bowing as your body tries to pull away from the overwhelming sensation. He’d learned that if he left it on one setting for a long enough period of time, it would start to lose potency, almost like a numbness, which made swapping the pattern that much more powerful.

“Eddie!” He parrots back to you in a high pitched tone. “Aw baby, you’re drooling all over your chin. Messy girl.”

Eyebrows pinching tight together, a broken moan echoes out into the room as your pussy clenches down hard on nothing. “Please, sir, it hurts.”

“You can’t handle it? It hurts?” His voice pitches up in a taunt, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in disappointment. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down hard, tears spilling out from the corner of your eyes as you nod. “That’s a shame baby. Because I need you to squirt all over your pretty blue bed sheets before we’re done.” The idea of needing to hold back in order to achieve that has you whimpering in the back of your throat – your last 3 orgasms had torn out of you like wild animals.

“I can’t – I can’t do it, Eddie. I can’t,” you babble, the words stuck on your tongue like a skipping record as your hazy and sluggish brain tries to make sense of anything.

A ringed hand grips your throat, not cutting off air or blood flow, but with enough pressure to pin you down and make you really feel it. There’s an absolute inferno of lust in his eyes, pupils blown out in an oil fire that shows no signs of stopping any time soon.

“You can, and you will.” His command is deep gravel, sending an electric shiver down your spine. “Don't be ungrateful baby, you take what I give you, understand?”

A sob tears from your throat, tears falling freely as your thighs clamp down on Eddie’s hand and the toy it holds. But you don’t answer fast enough, Eddie’s other hand tightening on either side of your neck to stamp the blood flow to your brain. “You really have lost all your manners, haven’t you, sweetheart? Not a single brain cell in that whole noggin’.” He lets go quickly after, huffing a little laugh at how you suck in air, and then flicks your temple with his middle finger. “Just a stupid slut that can’t think of anything other than how much you want to be filled up.”

The idea of some kind of stimulation other than the Rose has you begging before you can even second guess it. “Please, please sir, want to be filled up so bad. Want your fingers or your cock or your tongue, please, just anything.”

“Anything, huh?” He asks, manic gilt in his eye as his plump lips spread in a sharp grin. “Anything at all?”

“No, no no no no, please, want you Eddie! Want you inside me, please!” You know he would comply maliciously to your request unless you scrambled your thoughts together enough to make a more specific one. Attention wavering from your own body to him as you try to ignore the pressure building in your abdomen for the who knows how many-th time.

“Sounds so pretty, baby,” his sharp grin goes soft, just a bit of teeth behind bitten red lips. “Beg for it again. Better this time.”

The vibrator switches patterns on cue.

“Please!” Comes out as a screech, a burn crawling down your vocal chords that you know you’ll be feeling tomorrow. “Please, sir, want you to fuck me so bad. Want your cock, want your cum insi-ide me. Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease-”

A whispered “fuck,” is the first sign you get that Eddie’s resolve is crumbling. It has you gasping out, fingers twisting in the rope that still binds you to the headboard in anticipation. Whenever he got like this, wanting to bring you to tears and desperation more than anything else, it was hard to get him to change his mind. But once the first pillar cracked, betraying his carefully curated domineering persona, it was a short matter of time until all that remained was splinters.

His free hand flies to his belt, fumbling fingers trying to pull it loose. “Okay, baby, I hear you. I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want, okay?” You nod harshly, a full body shiver coasting through you as another moan hits the air. Then a sharp pinch on your inner thigh has you yelping. “I said, okay?”

“Okay, yes, yes, whatever you want,” you rush out, the words tumbling over each other in your haste to not halt the progress of getting this adventure to finally be over, “I’ll do anything.”

“Good girl,” he hits a little love tap right where he pinched, sending another shock straight to your cunt, before he goes back to yanking his belt free. It takes an awkwardly long time for him to do with one hand but you know better than to tease him for it now. You just wait as patiently as you can while he undoes his fly and shimmies his pants and boxers down just low enough for his fat cock to hit the air. Just the sight of it, skin tinted with an angry red and pearly white pre-cum pooled in the foreskin that covers the tip, has your toes curling and your thighs tensing. All you can do is watch as he wraps his long-fingered hand around the top of it, easing the skin back so he can spread the substance down his shaft, a shaky exhale leaving him as he pumps his fist a few times before tilting his hips down toward you.

Realizing he’s going to fuck you fully dressed while you lie naked on your bed has your breath catching again before you even feel the hot mushroom head of him press into you below where the Rose still buzzes relentlessly. “Fuck! Baby, you’re so wet – shit, so fucking t-tight.” He stutters out, clearly affected as he starts to feed inch after inch of his hard cock into your fluttering cunt with a hand gripping the base to stop him from finishing before he can even get all the way inside.

The feeling of him splitting you open, how your own slick pushes its way out of you in rivulets as he bullies his way inside almost threatens to undo you immediately. Your gasp comes out as a croak, your eyebrows drawing tight together in near agony as he bottoms out.

“Sh-shit. Baby, I’m not gonna last. I can-” he cuts off with a groan as you clench down on his length when the vibrations come back to the forefront of your attention. “Can feel the vibe. Feel how close you are.”

“Eddie, please,” you whimper, fingernails digging into your palms as you lose the only control of yourself that you had left when he starts to pull back. He rears back only a scarce inch or two before his hips rush back forward, lips parting soundlessly as his face contorts in feeling. You prepare for the onslaught but curse loudly when he pulls all the way out, leaving you feeling even more empty and bereft than before. Before you can openly question it, he grips your leg and folds it back, knee towards the bedside table, and wedges himself beneath your hips and the bed. He reaches over and hitches your other leg up similarly, using the elbow of the arm that is still wedged between your legs to keep it in place.

Hips tipped up, he forces himself back inside your awaiting hole without warning. Positioned like this, he rubs directly up against the spot on the front wall of your cunt that has you seeing stars and trying not to scream. “There she is,” he sighs out, a satisfied smile gracing his face when he sees your eyes roll back. His hand goes back to gripping the underside of your thigh, pressing the fold deeper as he grinds down into you. “Now we’re giving her what she wants, isn’t that right?”

It takes you a moment to realize he’s talking about your pussy and that knowledge sends you spinning, barely keeping afloat as he begins to fuck into you in earnest. “Fuck, baby, never gets old,” the rough material of his jeans rubs against your ass, the metallic clatter of his belt slapping the sides of your thighs each time he bottoms out. “Like this pussy was made for me.”

“Yours,” you manage to squeak out, trying to focus on the way his cock splits you apart instead of the numbing pain of the Rose that still swirls against your overstimulated clit. “Yours, yours, yours.”

“That’s right,” a throaty laugh rumbles through him as he looks down to where the two of you are connected, “my pretty pussy that’s gonna gush all over me, just like I asked.” The vibrator swaps patterns again, the new one way past too much for you, and you can’t stop the scream that forces itself out of your dropped jaw. Eddie groans above you, feeling both the new vibration and how strongly your muscles clench around him as it reacts to the stimulation. “Can feel you, my little slut.” His fingers dig into the meat on the underside of your quivering thighs as he settles into a bruising pace. “You gonna give me what I want? Gonna soak my cock, make a mess of your pretty sheets?”

“Eddie!” Is the only response you have to offer as your eyes pinch closed, trying to focus on letting the pressure within you build beneath the pain of the overstimulation.

“Right here, baby,” he confirms, cold rings rubbing along your thigh to soothe you, “I’ve got you. Just gotta give it to me, sweetheart. Give me what I want. Make a mess.”

The wet squelch of your pussy is obscene as you squeak out an exhale each time he drives home, pressure tipping higher and higher until your fingers, toes, and lips go numb. “E- euh,” you try to get out his name, let him know you’re going to come, that you’re going to give him what he wants, but all you can do is moan out. Loud and long, voice pitching up as his satisfied grin returns again. It only takes a few more rolls of his hips against yours, the curls at the base of his cock flattened wet with your own slick, before you lose yourself entirely.

Vision whiting out, back bowing, muscles in your body clenching tight as all sensation centers around your bullied cunt and then explodes outwards in a rush of endorphins you simply cannot feel. If there was ever a moment that you would describe as ‘leaving the Earth’ it would be this one – and in the overwhelm of that rush, you abandon the ground, floating up amongst the stars until all goes dark.

Did so good for me, sweetheart.

So pretty, so perfect.

Come back to me, baby. Nice and easy.

When your eyes blink back open again, all you can see is the side of Eddie’s head, his hair tucked behind his ear. He’s looking down your body, and as you follow his gaze, the feeling returns to between your legs, where he is carefully wiping you clean with a warm, wet cloth. You're unable to stop the whimper from coming out as you instinctively twitch away from the gentle touch. His big, brown eyes shoot to yours at the movement, pulling the soft cloth away from your sensitive skin. “I know, I’m sorry, baby. I’m almost done. Doing so good.”

Nullified by his praise, you grit your teeth and bare it as he does 2 more soft swipes across your swollen folds and then tosses the rag back toward your bathroom with a wet slap. “Okay, now some water.” A hand tucked behind your shoulder to lift just your head off the mattress, a cold glass of water presses to your dry lips. You take a few grateful gulps before pushing back against his hand to let him know you're done. Not wanting to push you to drink more, he sets the glass down on the bedside table and reaches for your hand, gripping the tender skin of your wrist between his own fingers and pressing a kiss to the marks the rope left behind. “What else do you need, anything?”

Swallowing hard to attempt to find your words for the first time, you shake your head. “Just you, Eddie. Just you.”

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Sneaking back into your shared apartment a few weeks later, you’re careful not to let the plastic bag in your grip make too much noise as you run as quietly as you can to the bedroom. 

Your new purchase is a bit different than the toys you and Eddie have played with so far, but your excitement is almost beyond measure.

After all, payback is a bitch. And it’s you versus him.

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let me know if you enjoyed, thanks for reading :)

[webslinger-holland]

Best Pilot in the Galaxy | Tech from The Bad Batch

Summary: During a mission, Tech has a hard time allowing his ship to be driven by someone else.

Warning: slight angst and argument

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader Pilot

Type: Oneshot

The Marauder was sitting on a world in the Outer Rim called Cassander. It was a lush, green planet with a few major bodies of water. However, most notably, the planet was growing in population and had recently become Ord Mantell's most competitive trading rival.

The ship was nearly empty, except for a singular pilot sitting in the cockpit. She was not the rightful owner of the ship, but had been assigned this mission with the group of rouge clones that did own the ship. The squad was located somewhere in the capital city nearby, attempting to steal the package in which they had come for. The pilot waited patiently for the pickup call.

Now, the pilot had been waiting for nearly two hours for the call to come through the comms. She did everything she could think of to pass the time, which included rummaging through the squad's belongings. Though she didn't find anything of value.

The gonk droid made a noise as he waddled into the cockpit. The pilot went through the ship's log, seeing all the planets the squad had recently visited. Their last stop happened to be Ord Mantell where they were assigned this mission in particular.

"Y/n! Come in," Hunter's voice sounded desperate over the comms. She quickly jolted forward in her seat, pressing the button to relay a message back.

"Read you loud and clear," Y/n responded. She began clicking buttons on the control panel, preparing the ship for liftoff.

"We need a pick up. We've been compromised," Hunter explained. He was panting on the other end of the line, which probably meant they were running.

"What part of stealth mission is so hard to understand?"

"Just hurry. We don't have a lot of time. They're sending air support," Hunter warned her.

"Oh great," Y/n scoffed sarcastically.

"I'm sending you our coordinates," Tech interjected over the communications.

As the Marauder departed off the ground, the landing gear retracted back into the ship. The wings moved downwards as the ship was angled towards the sky. The engine roared to life; the ship began flying towards the rendezvous location.

The workers from the trading post were shooting their blasters at the criminals running away from them. They tried to keep up with them, firing relentlessly as they got away with some of their own goods.

It was Wrecker, Hunter, and Tech who were carrying the heavy cargo in the form of a shipping container. Normally, it would take four guys to carry the cargo, but since Wrecker was so strong, he was able to carry the left side without help. Behind them, Echo and Omega fired shots back at the workers. They covered them as the rest ran as fast as they could.

"Whatever is in here, it better be worth it." Wrecker grunted, dodging the blaster fire.

"As long as we get paid," Hunter responded.

The small squad continued running through the vast forest, maneuvering around trees in hopes of using its coverage to their advantage. They came into a clearing with the workers getting closer each second. All of the sudden, a cliff came into their view which caused them to halt in their place.

"Where's our ride?" Echo asked desperately. He peered around his shoulder with his gun still raised.

"There!" Omega pointed into the sky.

The Marauder rounded the corner of the mountain, coming into their line of view. It flew over to the edge of the cliff to meet them. The ramp lowered to hover right by the cliff, allowing the squad to climb aboard the vessel.

The blaster fire was beginning to hit the sides of the ship. The squad fired back, striking a few of the workers down. Once everyone was aboard, Hunter slammed the button on the side of the wall so the ramp was lifted.

"That's everyone," Hunter shouted. "Get us out of here!"

"Roger that," Y/n said.

Pulling a lever, the thrusters sent a powerful volt back which propelled the ship forward rapidly. By steering the ship, Y/n directed the ship back into the mountain range. She could hear the air support coming up behind them. She took a sharp turn to deter them.

The sharp turn caused each member of the squad to loose their footing and grab something nearby to steady themselves. Carefully, Tech quickly made his way into the cockpit. He leaned over the back of the pilot's seat, resting his hand on the panel for support. He hadn't taken the time to remove his helmet.

"That is sufficient," Tech announced to the pilot. "I'll take it from here."

"A little busy here," Y/n stated instead. She turned the wheel to the left, taking another sharp turn which made everything in the ship turn that way. And Tech ended up leaning a little into her.

"Wrecker," Tech ordered. He moved to sit in the co-pilot seat which was where Echo usually sat. "Get to the tail gun."

There were at least six smaller ships following them at this point, firing as many rounds as possible. The Marauder swayed to the left and right, expertly dodging each blast aimed at them. In the tail gun, Wrecker got into position before firing back at the ships. He managed to hit one of them, but it wasn't enough to bring the ship down.

Back in the cockpit, Tech began pressing a few buttons on the control panel. The pilot glared at him through the corner of her eye, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. She maintained her grip on the sides of the wheel.

"Transitioning controls back to co-pilot," Tech announced. He went to press the final red button, but she swatted his hand away. "What are you doing?" Tech demanded an explanation.

"I know how to fly," Y/n said through gritted teeth. Her eyes were still facing forward as she focused on the task at hand.

"I never said you didn't," Tech informed her. "I am simply stating that I am ready to transition controls back to me as I am more capable of flying this vessel than you. It is my ship after all," Tech said as a matter of factly.

Hunter rolled his eyes in the background. He knew it was pointless to argue over the comment.

"You weren't hired to be the pilot for this mission," Y/n argued back. "I can get us out of this."

With that comment, one of the blaster fires struck the right wing which caused it to catch on fire. The two of them peered out the window, spotting the trail of black smoke falling behind the hit.

"You were saying?" Tech replied. He gestured to the damage done to his ship. She rolled her eyes at him.

A few more ships began trailing behind them. They began firing more shots towards them. There was no way one ship could take the whole fleet down.

"Uh guys," Wrecker announced from the tail gun. "We've got more incoming."

Ignoring the comment, Tech quickly transitioned controls back to his wheel before the other pilot could protest. He gripped the wheel harshly, moving the wheel to take a sharp left hand turn. The ship was forced to swerve around the side of the mountain; a few of the enemy ships crashed into the sides as a result. She switched controls back to her wheel, taking a right hand turn. The ship weaved around another mountainside.

Behind the googles of his helmet, Tech squinted his eyes in slight irritation. He changed controls once again. He quickly grabbed onto the lever, pulling it backwards so the thrusters gave another jolt of energy. Now they were flying a little faster.

Nevertheless, another blaster hit managed to strike the back of the ship. The Marauder jolted forward from the force of the blast. The two pilots lurched forward in their seats. The others continued to hold onto things for support.

"You aren't doing much better," Y/n replied snakily. She reached forward to press the button once more. She turned the wheel as far as she could, which caused the ship to completely turn around. She pulled the lever for the extra push.

"What are you doing?" Tech exclaimed. "Are you trying to get us killed?"

Down in the tail gun, Wrecker began firing at the ships flying directly in front of them. With his expertise, he struck down three ships. Those ships exploded into a million pieces, fierce flames erupting around them. The Marauder flew through the fire without taking damage.

The enemy ships needed to turn around before continuing their chase. They quickly swerved their ships. Once the ships were facing the right way, the thrusters kicked in for that extra power. And the enemy continued their pursuit.

"I will only say this one more time," Tech's modulated voice spoke through his helmet. He turned to face her in his seat. His eyes looked angry behind his googles. "Relinquish controls now."

"Over my dead body," Y/n challenged him. She didn't take her eyes off him.

In the background, Hunter and Echo seemed to raise their eyebrows at the two pilots. They looked between them, half expecting one of them to cave in and go back to flying the ship. But neither of them faltered.

"Uh guys," Omega interrupted them.

Both of them directed their line of attention back towards flying the ship. With a quick maneuver, they managed to dodge the mountain they were heading straight for at the last second. A few more ships crashed into it.

"You're both going to get us all killed if you don't figure something out," Hunter shouted behind them.

Reaching forward, Y/n went to press a few more buttons, but Tech swatted her hand away this time. He went ahead and pressed his own buttons. He was punching in the coordinates for their destination.

"You are not the best pilot in the galaxy," Y/n claimed. She glanced at him through the corner of her eye. He kept putting in the coordinates.

"Hardly a measurable cause," Tech said with a roll of his eyes in annoyance.

"You haven't made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs," Y/n added. It was like she was insisting that it could be measurable.

"I have a theory that it can be done in twelve," Tech stated as a matter of factly.

"I highly doubt that," Y/n chuckled at the comment.

Suddenly, Y/n pressed the wheel forward with all of her might. The ship began to descend down at a rapid pace, shifting into a nose dive position. The ground was growing closer and closer with each second. The enemy ships following right behind them, firing non-stop.

Both Hunter and Echo were holding onto panels behind them. The force of falling forwards was pushing them back. They were unable to move.

"You have to pull up--" Tech ordered in a slight panic.

"Oh for the last time," Y/n shouted over him. "I know what I'm doing!"

At the last possible second, the wonderfully skilled pilot pulled the wheel into her chest so that the ship was pulled up. It was so close to touching the ground, but it missed it by a hair. The last two ships crashed into the ground, exploding suddenly and sending debris flying.

Now that the threat of the chase was finally over, Y/n could relax in her seat a little. The rest of the squad was completely silent, realizing that she had managed to get them out of the situation with little damage in the end. Beside her, Tech kept his eye on her since he was still angry with her.

The Marauder started to climb in altitude, shifting towards the edge of the planet's atmosphere. It finally passed through the atmosphere, flying through space. The stars throughout the galaxy sparkled as the planet grew small and smaller. It was now all behind them.

"Are the coordinates to Ord Mantell in?" Y/n wondered. Her voice was so much calmer now. Her shoulders slumped at her sides. But she refused to make eye contact.

"Yes. They are in," Tech informed her softly. His eyes softened behind his helmet. He studied her carefully, trying to figure out what she was thinking in that brain of hers. He quickly shook it off, directing his attention back towards the void of space in front of them.

Without thinking, Tech and Y/n went to reach for the lever to send them into hyperspace. Their hands grazed each other's with neither of them being any closer to the lever than the other. They both awkwardly pulled their hands away upon contact.

"I'm sorry," Y/n muttered under her breath.

He wasn't sure if she was apologizing for the situation they just came out of or the situation that just occurred with the lever. Nevertheless, she reached for the lever once again, pulling it back to send the ship into hyperspace.

Back at Ord Mantell, the Bad Batch went back to Cid's Parlor. They stood on the other side of her desk, having just delivered the cargo that she paid them to retrieve. She peered into the package, checking to make sure everything was there.

Behind the group, Y/n stood there in total silence. Her eyes were trained on the floor as she shifted in her place awkwardly. She waited for their boss to address them.

Beside her, Tech stood about an arm's length away. He glanced at her through the corner of his eye, taking note of her odd demeanor. He raised his finger and opened his mouth to say something to her, but he was rudely cut off.

"Looks like everything is here," Cid announced. She closed the cargo container. She began rummaging through her drawers, collecting the correct amount of credits to pay both parties.

Now Y/n went to take a few steps forward and made her way through the members of the squad. She stood in front of the desk. Her boss went ahead and placed a handful of credits in her hand.

"That is your cut," Cid told her. She handed the rest of the credits to Hunter. "And here is your cut. I'll call you when I have another job," Cid claimed.

There was a brief moment of silence in the room. Cid went to cross her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes at the company of six standing in front of her.

"You guys work well together," Cid said honestly. "You should work together more often."

In response, Y/n breathed a scoff under her breath. The boys turned their heads to look at her, slightly surprised at her reaction. She shook her head in denial.

"Yeah. Like that's ever going to happen," Y/n rolled her eyes at the notion.

Without hesitation, she spun around on the heels of her feet in order to head towards the door. She purposely bumped into Tech's shoulder a little too harshly. She left the room with the door closing behind her.

"What's wrong with her?" Cid scoffed. She looked at the rest of the squad for some form of explanation, but none of them said anything. "Fine! Be all quiet and mysterious. See if I care," Cid said.

By the time the Bad Batch left Cid's office, Y/n was nowhere to be found in the bar. They went to sit down at the bar so they could order drinks to celebrate another successful mission. They sat in complete silence, thinking about what transpired during the mission.

"Where do you think she's gone?" Echo wondered.

Though they never pulled missions together, the Bad Batch knew that the pilot worked for Cid and was stationed at Ord Mantell. They had seen her quite often over the past few months. They had grown familiar of her. And now they worried about her.

"The odds are that she returned to her flat," Tech explained. He pushed the bridge of his googles up to be more secure on his face. He kept his focus on his data pad.

"Probably," Hunter shrugged his shoulders. "But it's late. Which means it's dark out."

"Astute observation," Tech claimed sarcastically. He gave a single nod, but didn't take his eyes off his data pad.

"And she's walking back to her flat...at the edge of town...late at night," Hunter further explained.

"She will be fine," Tech stated. He knew where he was going with this. "She is always saying how she can take care of herself and doesn't need our help. Why would that change now?"

The other members remained silent. They turned their heads to take quick glances at one another. With a silent agreement, Hunter rose to his feet and went to stand by Tech. He roughly grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him out of his seat, much to his dismay.

"Go find her. Make sure she gets home safe. And apologize to her," Hunter ordered.

"I do not see why I have to be the one to apologize when I did noth--" Tech began. He was quickly cut off.

"Tech," Hunter said in a warning tone of voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, showing that he meant business.

"Fine," Tech said in defeat. "I will apologize."

With some hesitation, Tech grabbed his helmet and fitted it over his head. He began making his way towards the door of the parlor, leaving the rest of his crew behind. He walked through the deserted streets of Ord Mantell, passing a few shady people in the process.

Now Tech knew that she lived near the edge of town because she had once mentioned it during a conversation. Besides that, Tech really didn't know where to look and simply hoped he'd bump into her before she got home so he'd know she was safe. He passed by a few alleys, peeking through each one briefly.

The Marauder was parked in a hanger bay only a few blocks away from the parlor. Just as Tech passed by the hanger, he heard a familiar voice coming from his very own ship. He backtracked by taking two steps backwards. He peered into the hangar bay to glance at his ship.

Stepping into the bay, Tech tilted his head to the side in slight curiosity. The right wing of the ship began to move downwards until it lay completely horizontal. A few seconds later, Y/n began descending down the ramp with a toolbox in hand. She walked over to the wing of the ship.

Upon seeing her, Tech sharply inhaled. He felt the back of his throat close up and his shoulders tensed at his sides. He hesitantly took a few steps forward, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

Reaching upwards, Y/n placed the single toolbox onto the flat surface of the ship's wing. She proceeded to grab onto the wing before hoisting herself up onto it. She climbed to the center of the wing to assess the damage inflicted in the crossfire.

At this point, Y/n had no idea that he was also in the hanger bay with her. She opened the toolbox, rummaging through to find the right tool. The damage done to the right wing was a massive gaping hole with burnt edges from the fire. It would eventually need a panel welded to cover it up again. But for now, she focused on the internal repairs.

Thankfully, from the assessment, nothing major had been hit. A few bolts had gotten loose and a few parts needed to be replaced. She focused on that for now.

After grabbing a socket spanner, Y/n leaned down to place her arm into the gaping hole of the wing. It went so far down that her chest was practically pressed against the surface of the wing. She used the spanner to tighten some bolts.

"What...are you doing?" Tech decided to finally announce his presence. He stepped forward until he stood in the light coming from the opening of the hanger bay.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Y/n only rolled her eyes to herself. She continued her work as she preferred to focus on repairs rather than on him. She grunted softly, making sure that first bolt was nice and tight.

"What do you want Tech?" Y/n wondered. She pulled her arm out of the hole to assess her work. She didn't even bother to glance towards him, knowing he would have sent her a look of disapproval for working on his ship.

Slowly, Tech began to lower his gaze to the floor. He contemplated his next words carefully, fighting the urge to lash out at her for meddling with his ship. He liked things to be a certain way and would have much preferred if he did the actual repairs. Now Tech didn't want to fight with her so he changed his approach.

"I analyzed that you left the parlor on your own and thought it would be better if I accompany you back home," Tech explained. She huffed at his answer.

"I've told you before," Y/n began. "I can--"

"Take care of yourself," Tech finished. He adjusted the lenses of his goggles though he still wore his helmet. He noticed how she fell silent. "Yes, I've gathered that much."

"Why are you really out here?" Y/n wondered. She went to lean down again in order to tighten more bolts.

"I...could ask you the same," Tech replied slowly. He honestly felt like this was the first civil conversation they had ever had.

"I wanted to make some repairs on your precious ship since it was apparently my fault," Y/n claimed. Her tone sounding a little harsher now. She tightened two more bolts in the process.

"That is not what I meant," Tech interjected. He took a step forward. He gazed up at her figure perched on the wing, attempting to reason with her. "I was...caught up in the moment. Shouldn't have said those things," Tech confessed quietly.

"Well, don't worry. As soon as I finish up these repairs, I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again," Y/n responded.

For some reason, Tech couldn't combat a response to her comment. He simply nodded his head understandingly. He lowered his gaze to stare down at the ground and allowed her to finish her repairs in silence. He thought for some time how he could fix this relationship since it wasn't his strong suit. Fixing things was more his style.

"Blast," Y/n's voice pulled him out of his train of thought. He glanced up at her.

The sleeve of her blue flight suit had gotten in the way of her repairs. She had rolled her sleeves up to keep the material out of her way, but the sleeves continued to fall back down to her wrists every time she placed her arm in the hole. She pulled back and rose to her feet.

Without hesitation, Y/n's hands flew to the top button of her flight suit. She began to undue the buttons in which she revealed the black tank top underneath. All the while, Tech studied her carefully as her nimble fingers worked steadily. His pupils dilated behind those goggles of his.

Upon reaching her waistline, Y/n had stopped unbuttoning and shrugged the suit off her shoulders. She tied the sleeves around her waist. She dropped to her knees to continue working without the distraction of her clothes getting in the way.

Slowly, Tech raised his hand to the side of his head and clicked the bottom to save the recording to the drive. He records everything and he was certainly glad he recorded that. He wanted to revisit the recording later for his own 'research' purposes.

"There," Y/n sighed. She sat back on her knees, wiping her dirty hands on the pants of her flight suit. "Repairs are finished."

Naturally, Y/n began to pack away the tools she used and placed them back into the box. She closed the lid of the toolbox, tossing it over the edge of the wing for it to land on the ground with a thump. She then proceeded to jump down off the wing of the ship, landing a little hard so her knees buckled slightly.

Just like she promised, Y/n had every intention of leaving the hanger bay so that they'd never have to see her again. She went to walk away, but just as she passed beside him, Tech reached out and grabbed her forearm. She halted in her steps.

Neither of them could look at each other. She felt his gloved fingers digging into her bare skin, but not hard enough that it would leave marks. She slowly turned to look at him, but he kept his head down.

"I...really came here to apologize," Tech confessed. When Tech lifted his gaze to meet her face, he saw how her eyebrows went up in slight surprise. It definitely caught her off guard.

"I see," Y/n thought about his words carefully. She shifted her balance from one foot to the other. "So all those things you said back on Cassander where just...what?"

He closed his eyes, seriously regretting everything he said. "Like I said earlier, in the moment, I was incredibly frustrated with you."

"Because I wouldn't give up the controls?" Y/n said flatly.

"No, because I recognize that my levels of dopamine are elevated when I'm around you and I distance myself from you in order to prevent that from happening,” Tech confessed before he could even stop himself.

But now, hearing what he just said, Tech quickly averted his gaze away from her. He was thankful to be wearing his helmet so she wouldn't see how bright his cheeks had gotten. He released his grip on her arm, letting it fall back down to his side.

For once, Y/n actually understood what he said. Her eyebrows rose in surprise at this sudden confession. She definitely did not expect him to blurt out his emotions that night, especially after their fight on the ship. She knew better than to tease him at a time like this.

"I-I don't understand why," Tech said rather sadly. That was the first time that he'd spoken those words out loud.

What broke her heart was the tone of defeat laced with his words. It told her that he'd been wrestling with these foreign emotions and thoughts for some time. He didn't know how to react around her and so he acted with defense. He pushed those feeling away, fighting against it.

Hesitantly, Y/n lifted her hands to the sides of his helmet. She went to remove his helmet slowly, revealing his face to her for the first time today. She tossed the helmet to the side without a care in the world, but he still refused to meet her gaze.

"You are probably repulsed by me," Tech began. "From the way I treated you and the words I said to--"

But Tech wasn't able to finish that sentence. Because Y/n had taken his face in her hands and leaned upwards to press her lips against his own. He froze in his place.

His eyes were wide open in surprise. His hands were elevated on either side of him because he didn't know what to do with them. He could feel the softness of her lips still against his own. Before Tech had the chance to process what was happening, Y/n pulled away from him.

The two of them were standing so close together; the chests being pressed against one another's. Their breath mingled as their noses bumped together once or twice. He glanced down at her lips because he wanted nothing more than to taste them once more.

His hands found their way down to her hips with one hand sneaking around her lower back. He pressed that hand into her back which brought her body even closer to his. She released a small gasp.

"Apology accepted," Y/n whispered to him. She played with the edge of the plastoid armor on his chest. "And I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you."

"Why cyare?" Tech wondered. He raised his hand to the side of her face, tucking a single strand of hair behind her ear. He held his hand against her cheek.

"I should have given up the controls. You are the better pilot and it is your ship," Y/n explained with a shake of the head.

"I am not the better pilot," Tech stated firmly.

There was a moment of silence between them. "I can't make split second decisions and calculations like you do when you're flying."

"Well, I've never done the Kessel Run." Tech argued back playfully. He smiled down at her. "At least, not in twelve parsecs."

"Fourteen," Y/n corrected him. "I did it in fourteen."

"Fine. Fourteen," Tech caved in.

Slowly, Tech tilted his head to the side and began to lean down with every intention of kissing her again. But the two of them were interrupted when someone cleared their throat over by the entrance of the hanger bay. The two of them quickly pulled apart and turned to face whoever had interrupted them.

The other members of the Bad Batch stood looking at them near the entrance of the hanger. It was initially Hunter who had cleared his throat to garner their attention; he stood with his arms folded across his chest just as a disapproving father would. Beside him, Wrecker and Omega were practically squealing with each other. They couldn't contain their excitement. And Echo averted his gaze in an awkward manner.

"Care to explain yourselves?" Hunter hinted. He glanced between the two of them with a playful smirk on his face.

"I think they finally confessed that they like each other," Wrecker interrupted. His words coming out louder than anticipated. He nudged Echo who stood beside him.

"You think?" Echo glanced at him.

"It's exciting, isn't it?" Omega smiled at them.

Meanwhile, Tech quickly collected his helmet off the ground and placed it over his head once again. He hoped it would cover the blush creeping up his neck to his face. He knew he wouldn't hear the end of the taunting from his brothers anytime soon.

"Well boys. It looks like we got another member on our crew," Hunter said slowly. "Welcome to the Bad Batch."

[rootedinrevisions]

I'm Comin' Over

Summary: Ashley is sitting at home one night, staring at her phone. She knows she shouldn't call him. She knows it's a bad idea. But she can't resist and gives in. She sends Tyler a late-night text, and his response is immediate. Tyler arrives at her place and the two try to work out the issues in the relationship. SMUT.

The clock on the wall ticks monotonously, each second stretching into the next like the minutes of her lonely night. She sits on the couch in her living room wearing one of his old sweatshirts, its edges frayed and soft, paired with a pair of short shorts that seemed to emphasize how small and vulnerable she felt.

The dim glow of the TV screen flickers across the living room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. Her gaze keeps drifting to the phone lying beside her, its screen dark and silent.

She scrolls through the endless list of streaming options. She flips through the titles with a listless finger, each show or movie offering no escape from the swirling thoughts in her mind. Her fingers click the buttons on the remote control, but her thoughts are consumed by him–Tyler. The weight of their unresolved issues presses heavily on her heart.

Her eyes dart back to her phone, which rests just a few inches away. She knows she shouldn't reach out. Their relationship has been teetering on the edge for too long, and she fears that any momentary comfort won't change the fundamental cracks. But the longing for him is palpable, and her resolve weakens.

She finds herself reaching for the phone. The screen illuminates her face as she stares at Tyler's contact. Her thumb hovers over the keyboard, the cursor blinking expectantly. 

She could call, hear his voice, and maybe he would come over. But did she really want to open that door tonight?

She sighs, finally giving in. Her fingers tremble slightly as she types a simple message: I miss you.

She hovers over the send button, her thumb hesitating as if weighing the consequences of her choice. Her heart pounds in her chest, and with a deep breath, she presses the button.

His response is almost immediate. The screen lights up with a notification: Tyler is calling. She answers, her voice barely above a whisper as she hears his familiar, comforting voice on the other end.

"I'm comin' over," Tyler says, and she can hear the urgency and warmth in his tone.

Minutes later, the sound of a key turning in the lock is quickly followed by the creak of the door as Tyler lets himself in. He kicks his boots off, them echoing softly as they hit the hardwood floor. He makes his way across the living room and takes a seat beside her on the couch.

Without hesitation, he leans in to kiss her. But she stops him, her hand gently placing itself on his chest. Tyler looks at her with a mix of confusion and concern.

"We need to talk, Tyler," she says, trying to steady her nerves. He hates that her voice falters slightly. "This...whatever this is between us...it's not working. We keep breaking up and making up, and it's exhausting. I think we should both move on. You know, get some closure–"

"Closure?" Tyler's expression hardens as he looks over at her. "To hell with the closure. Why would we want to end something that still has fire under it?"

She shook her head, her feelings a tangled mess of regret and desire. "But we keep doing this. We fight. We break up, and then we–"

"And then we make up," Tyler interrupts, his tone insistent. "You think that just because we fight sometimes means it's over? We've got something real here, Ash. I know it's not perfect, but it's still burning strong. Why would you want to put it out?"

She tries to argue, her voice rising with the frustration of her internal struggle. "I don't know if this is what I want anymore–"

Tyler leaned closer, his hand reaching out and cupping her face. His fingers were warm against her cool skin, his gaze piercing and intense. "You wouldn't have called me this late if you didn't want me anymore," he said, his voice soft and firm.

She opens her mouth to protest, but the words catch in her throat. She can see the sincerity in his eyes, the raw emotions that he's showing for a change. The weight of his words, combined with the closeness of his body, makes it hard to maintain her resolve.

Tyler's patience finally wears thin, and he leans in. His eyes lock on hers before he closes the distance between them and captures her lips with his own. The kiss is unexpected and intense. It's filled with an urgency that leaves her breathless. As his lips move against hers, the warmth and familiarity of his touch begin to dissolve her resistance.

She leans in closer to him, her hands finding their way to his neck and then his shoulders, anchoring herself to him. Tyler's hand slides around to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She could feel the fire that had always burned between them reigniting with an intensity that made it impossible to think clearly.

He reaches down and pushes the blanket covering her lap to the floor, before grabbing her waist and pulling her body on top of his lap. Her body presses against his, and she could feel his heart pounding in rhythm with hers.

They continue to kiss, her hands going to the back of his neck and his hair. His sliding down her waist and around to her ass. As the kiss finally breaks they rest their foreheads against each other, breathing heavily.

She looks into Tyler's eyes, a mix of hope and apprehension in her gaze. "So, what does this mean for us?" She asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

"I'm not ready to give up on us," he whispers as his lips gently press kisses to her neck.

"Ty...it has to be different this time. I don't want to keep fighting and breaking up."

"Then don't fight with me," he whispers as he reaches the collar of his sweatshirt. He pulls away so she can look into his eyes.

"I'm serious," she says.

He sighs, his hands resting on her waist as he looks into her eyes. "I know."

"You're always away, and sometimes...sometimes I feel like I don't hear from you at all. Days go by without even a text or a call. I have to watch your channel to see what you've been up to..." she starts to say before she stops herself to take a breath.

A mix of hurt and frustration crosses Tyler's face. "You think it's easy for me? I hate being away from you. I hate missing out on everything that's happening back here. I hate being away from you. I'm out there chasing storms because it's what I love, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I just...I thought we could handle this"

She blinks, taken aback by his admission. The weight of his words hits her with a jolt. "Did you just...did you just say you love me?"

Tyler's face flushes slightly, a mix of vulnerability and determination. "Yeah, I did. I know I don't say it very often, but I mean it. I've been trying to balance everything, and I guess I thought you knew."

She stares at him, her voice trembling. "You've never said it before. Not like that."

He reaches up, his hand cupping her face as he looks at her. "I know I haven't been the best at showing it, and I'm sorry for that." He pauses to clear his throat before he continues. "But I do love you. I need you to believe me."

Her heart races, caught between hope and skepticism. Before she can say anything else, Tyler stands up, his strong arms supporting her as she wraps her legs around his waist. Her laughter bubbles up, a mix of surprise and delight.

Tyler grins, his eyes filled with mischief. "Let's see if I can show you just how much I love you. What do you say?"

With that, he starts to walk towards her bedroom, his steps confident but gentle. He makes his way over to the bed and lays her down on it. He presses a quick kiss to her lips before his hands grab the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the side. His tongue slides over his bottom lip as he realizes that she isn't wearing anything underneath the sweatshirt. His fingers then hook into the top of her pajama shorts as he slides them and her underwear down her legs.

He then turns and makes his way into the bathroom. She hears the sound of her shower turning on before Tyler returns a moment later.

"I haven't had a chance to shower since I got back, you don't mind if I use yours, right?" He smirks.

Her lips curve into a wide smirk as she props herself up on her elbows. "Only if I can join you."

He chuckles before he takes her hand pulling her to her feet and into him. His hands slide down her sides and around to her back as hers reach up to start undoing the buttons on the flannel he was wearing. She makes quick work of the buttons and he shrugs the shirt off. He then reaches down and grabs the bottom of the white undershirt he had on and pulls it over his head.

Her fingertips gently run down his chest, feeling the little bit of chest hair as she makes her way down to his jeans and belt. She makes easy work of the belt buckle before sliding the belt out of its loops. She then pops open the buttons of the jeans and slides his zipper down. He pushes his jeans and boxers down before stepping out of them.

He then takes her hand, leading her into the bathroom off her master bedroom. They step into the shower and the warm water hitting her skin instantly relaxes Ashley. It was as if all the negative thoughts and energy were washing down the drain too.

She closes her eyes, her head leaning back as she lets the warm water run over her skin. She feels his hand on her hip before he pulls her back against his chest. He leans in and starts kissing her neck and shoulder. Her arms reach up to run through his now damp hair as his hands continue to explore her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses all over her shoulders and back.

"T-Tyler–" she moans as she suddenly feels a stream of warm water between her legs. Her eyes roll back, and she feels her knees start to go weak as Tyler turns up the pressure just slightly on the shower head.

Her fingers dig into Tyler's hair as she feels her climax creeping closer and closer. She was sure her knees were going to give out when her release hit, and she hoped Tyler's hold on her would be enough to keep her upright.

Just as she thinks she is going to finish, Tyler pulls the shower head away and she immediately feels a throbbing between her legs.

A small groan, almost a whine even, leaves her mouth as she wants nothing more than to have the pulsing sensation of the warm water back between her thighs.

"Shhh, I've got you, baby girl. You know I'm not going to leave you like this," Tyler says as he puts the shower head back in place.

His hands gently turn her around so their chests are touching and they're facing each other. He reaches down and takes her hands in his, intertwining his fingers with hers before he places them against the shower wall above him. He leans in and starts gently sucking on her neck. One hand keeps hers pinned above her head while the other reaches up and cups her face as he kisses her lips.

His arm reaches down, wrapping around her waist before lifting her. Her legs wrap around his waist as he presses her back against the tile of the shower wall.

Her hands brace herself on his shoulders as his hands move to her waist, guiding her down onto his cock. They both let out a moan as he slid into her.

"God you feel so good," he groans as he presses his forehead to hers.

His thrusts start slow and teasing, almost painfully so. He pushes in a few inches and then slowly pulls himself out. Then he'd push in again, painfully slow.

"I n-need more." She whispers into his ear as she feels an intense need for her realist.

His hips start to pick up speed, slowly but surely. She clenches around him, something she knew drove him absolutely crazy.

"S-shit," he breathes out as he braces himself with one arm on the tile wall while the other slides around her waist to support her weight. "You know that shit drives me insane."

"That's the point," she smirks.

"God, I love you," he says before he leans in and presses his lips to hers.

His hips start thrusting in and out of her quicker, every thrust causing his tip to brush against the spot deep inside of her. Her moans get louder, despite her best efforts to keep them in. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to subdue some of the noise.

"Let go of that fucking lip. Let me hear how good I make you feel," he demands, his eyes meeting hers.

She immediately lets go of her lip as her moans start filling the room.

"T-Tyler...f-fu–" she moans as she feels her orgasm approaching.

She was so close to her climax, that her legs started to shake. She just needs a few more thrusts, just that little something to push her over the edge. Tyler thrusts into her one last time, his name leaving her lips as he releases inside of her.

He gently sets her down on her feet, his arm staying strong around her waist. They both breathe heavily, their gasps for air filling the room.

"You okay?" He whispers as he lifts his head to look at him. He reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She nods, her lips curving into a smile.

"I love you," she whispers.

"I love you," he says before leaning in to press a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. "I love you so much, baby girl."

[cynic-spirit]

Soulstory ii

Y/N sighed as she sat behind the wheel of her car, the engine sputtering defiantly before finally giving out completely. The dashboard lights flickered, then dimmed, leaving her in the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the windshield. She had just finished a lovely visit with her sister, catching up on family stories and sharing laughs over old memories, but now, the comfort of that warmth felt a million miles away.

“Of all the nights to break down,” she muttered to herself, glancing at the clock. It was well past midnight, and the quiet stretch of highway felt eerily empty. She attempted to restart the engine, but all she got was a series of futile clicks in response. Frustration mounted as she fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to dial AAA. After several attempts, the call wouldn’t go through—no signal out here.

Her heart sank, and she leaned back against her seat, letting out a breath of exasperation. The thought of being stranded alone in the dark was unsettling. It was late, and the isolated stretch of road offered little comfort. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over her.

“Maybe I should just wait for someone to pass by…” she whispered to herself, but the idea didn’t sit well. She knew the reality of the situation: she was miles from home, and it would be hours before anyone drove by.

As the minutes ticked by, Y/N glanced at her phone again, considering her options. Her heart hesitated at the thought of reaching out to Tony. They had a connection, yes, but was it too soon to ask him for help? He had been nothing but kind to her, and she felt a little guilty thinking of troubling him so late at night. But as she looked around at the desolate surroundings, the idea of waiting there alone felt more daunting than calling him.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she groaned, shaking her head.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her contacts and found Tony's number. She stared at it for a moment, her thumb hovering over the call button. Would he even want to help her? But the sound of crickets chirping and the rustle of leaves in the cool night air convinced her she had little choice.

With a resolve fueled by necessity, she pressed the button and listened as the phone rang. Each tone seemed to echo her anxiety until finally, she heard his voice on the other end.

“Y/N?” Tony answered, sounding slightly groggy. “What’s up?”

“Um, hi, Tony,” she stammered, the words tumbling out as she tried to keep her voice steady. “I’m really sorry to call so late, but… my car broke down on the highway, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t reach AAA.”

“Are you okay?” he asked immediately, his voice shifting from sleepy to alert in an instant. “Where are you?”

“I’m a few miles from the exit at Green Valley. It’s really dark out here, and I’m starting to freak out a little,” she admitted, her heart racing.

“Stay right there. I’ll come get you,” he said without hesitation. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“Wait, you don’t have to—” she began, but he had already hung up.

A rush of relief washed over her, mixed with a twinge of embarrassment for needing to call him. Still, she felt a sense of comfort knowing he was on his way. She settled back in her seat, trying to calm her nerves, grateful for his willingness to help.

Minutes later, she spotted headlights piercing the darkness, and her heart lifted. It was Tony, his car pulling up beside her. He stepped out, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans, the faint light casting shadows on his face, but his expression was earnest.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, rushing over. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little shaken up. Thank you for coming,” she said, a shy smile breaking through her earlier tension.

“Of course! Let’s take a look at your car,” he replied, already moving towards the front hood.

As they worked together under the moonlight, Y/N couldn’t shake the warmth that blossomed in her chest. Even amidst her frustration, the comfort of his presence made everything feel a little less daunting. Maybe reaching out to Tony wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“Yeah, I’m not repairing this. On second thought, I’ll just buy you a new one,” Tony said with a smirk, crossing his arms as he surveyed her car with an amused expression.

Y/N shot him a playful glare. “Why? I’ve had this one for eight years now!”

“Eight years?! You’re telling me this thing has survived for that long?” Tony made a face of mock horror, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “I’m definitely getting you a new car.”

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. “You can’t just buy me a new car because mine broke down. That’s not how it works!”

“Oh, please,” he replied, waving a dismissive hand. “You deserve something that actually runs properly. Plus, I can’t have you stranded in the dark again, can I? It’s bad for my reputation.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his teasing. “Your reputation, huh? I’m sure the world will keep spinning without a new car for me.”

“Maybe,” he replied, grinning. “But I won’t be able to live with myself knowing you’re out here in a death trap.”

“Alright, Mr. Stark, drop me off at home first. Then we can discuss my ‘death trap’ and your generous car donation,” she said, climbing into the passenger seat of his sleek vehicle.

“Sounds like a plan,” he said, starting the engine. “And while we’re at it, I’ll give you a little tour of the latest cars I have in the garage. I think you’ll find some pretty enticing options.”

“Are you seriously trying to sell me on your car collection now?” Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“Always. You just have to see it to believe it,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as they pulled away from the side of the road.

As they drove through the quiet night, Y/N felt a warm flutter in her chest. Despite the circumstances, being with Tony felt comfortable and exciting. She glanced over at him, catching a glimpse of the playful glint in his eyes. Maybe her old car breaking down wasn’t such a disaster after all.

“So whatever I pick, it’s mine?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued as they drove through the city lights, the glow illuminating the interior of Tony’s car.

“Yes, absolutely. And more too if you want,” he added, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Why would you want to waste money like this on me?” she questioned, trying to mask her surprise with a lighthearted tone.

“Waste money? Excuse me?” Tony feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “This isn’t a waste. This is an investment in your happiness.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. “An investment? You make it sound like I’m buying a mansion or something.”

“It’s the best use of my money,” he insisted, glancing at her with a genuine smile. “You deserve something nice, something that works. Plus, you know I like spoiling my friends.”

“Friends?” she repeated, a playful eyebrow raised.

“Fine, friends who I may or may not have some feelings for,” he admitted, his expression softening. “But seriously, Y/N, you shouldn’t have to worry about driving a car that can barely keep up with the times. Let me treat you.”

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “You really don’t have to, Tony.”

“I know I don’t have to,” he said, his tone turning earnest. “But I want to. It makes me happy to do this for you.”

She smiled at him, appreciating his generosity, even if it still felt a bit overwhelming. “Okay, I guess I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Exactly. So let’s pick out something that screams ‘Y/N’—classy, creative, and just a little quirky,” he said, turning the car onto the highway.

“Quirky? Are you calling me quirky?” she laughed, playfully nudging him.

“Of course. In the best way possible,” he replied, and they both shared a light-hearted moment, the car filled with the promise of new beginnings.

“I can afford my own car, you know. I’m a bestselling author, in case you don’t remember,” Y/N said, her tone playful but firm.

“I know you can,” Tony replied, glancing at her with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. “But just because you can doesn’t mean you have to settle for something that doesn’t bring you joy. Life’s too short for that.”

“I’m just a little frugal,” she admitted, shrugging as she stared out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of lights.

Tony could sense a change in her demeanor, the lightness fading as she continued, “We never had much growing up.”

The admission hung in the air, and he shifted his focus back to the road, aware of the weight of her words. “I get it,” he said gently, his voice lowering to match the seriousness of the moment. “Frugality is a smart way to navigate life, especially when you’ve had to work for everything you have. But it’s okay to treat yourself too, Y/N. You deserve it.”

She looked at him, her expression softening. “It’s just… I’ve always been careful. I don’t want to lose sight of what’s important by getting too caught up in material things.”

“Material things aren’t everything,” he agreed, “but a reliable car isn’t just about status; it’s about safety and comfort. It’s a tool that should make your life easier, not harder. Plus, think of it this way: you can take spontaneous trips to see your sister without worrying about breaking down.”

Y/N smiled, appreciating his perspective. “You make a good point. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”

“Maybe,” he said, shooting her a teasing grin. “But let me help you overthink in style. I promise it’ll be fun.”

As they continued their drive, she felt grateful for his understanding nature, realizing that sometimes it was okay to let someone else take the reins—especially when that someone was Tony Stark.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice steady yet laced with a hint of excitement. She turned to Tony, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of adoration and challenge. “You offered, so I’m taking that offer. Give me what you deem fit for me. Let me understand how you see me.”

Her words hung in the air, charged with an unexpected intensity. Tony felt a rush of emotion, a blend of affection and admiration for her boldness. She wasn’t just accepting a gift; she was inviting him to show her, in a tangible way, how he perceived her—who she was in his eyes.

Tony’s heart quickened, a smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze. “You’ve got it,” he replied, his tone equally serious and playful. “But don’t blame me if I go all out. I’ve got a pretty high opinion of you, you know.”

Y/N’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from Tony Stark.”

Tony chuckled, but underneath his usual bravado, he felt a deep sense of responsibility. This wasn’t just about a car anymore; it was about understanding and connection, about showing Y/N that he saw her strength, her independence, and her worth. He wanted to give her something that reflected how much he admired her resilience and the unique blend of grace and determination that defined her.

As they drove on, the city lights flickering around them, Tony’s mind raced with ideas. He knew whatever he chose had to be perfect—not just luxurious, but thoughtful, something that would resonate with Y/N’s personality and values.

The challenge she’d set before him wasn’t just a test of taste or style; it was a way of deepening their bond. And Tony was more than ready to rise to the occasion. “Get ready,” he said, glancing at her with a grin. “Because you’re about to see yourself through my eyes, and I guarantee it’ll be a ride you won’t forget.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, feeling a warmth spread through her. She didn’t doubt him for a second. She knew whatever Tony chose would be a reflection of his perception of her—a glimpse into how he saw her as someone worthy of the best, deserving of everything the world had to offer. The thought filled her with a mix of excitement and a newfound sense of belonging, as if she was stepping into a new chapter of her life, one that Tony was helping to write.

Tony stood in his workshop, surrounded by holographic displays of luxury cars. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the edge of the table, his eyes scanning the images as they floated in midair. Beside him, Jarvis’s calm, measured voice broke the silence.

“Might I suggest starting with a few options, sir? The Bentley Continental GT is an excellent blend of elegance and power.”

Tony nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, it’s a great car. Powerful, sleek... but maybe it’s too aggressive for Y/N. She’s more… refined. Let’s keep looking.”

Jarvis, ever helpful, continued, “Perhaps the Aston Martin DB11? It’s sophisticated, with a timeless design.”

Tony tilted his head, picturing Y/N behind the wheel of the DB11. “Hmm, I like that one. It’s stylish, but I feel like we need something with a little more presence, you know? Something that has an impact, but isn’t flashy.”

He swiped his hand, changing the display to a new set of images. “What about the Porsche Panamera? It’s luxurious, but it’s got that sporty edge.”

Jarvis considered for a moment. “While the Panamera is indeed a refined choice, it might not fully capture the understated elegance Miss Y/N exudes. Perhaps something more classic?”

Tony nodded, agreeing. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s a beautiful car, but maybe too sporty. What about the Mercedes-Maybach S-Class? Understated luxury, and it’s got that timeless appeal.”

“A fine choice, sir,” Jarvis acknowledged. “The Maybach’s blend of comfort and sophistication would certainly suit Miss Y/N’s elegant nature.”

Tony smiled, considering it. “It’s got that quiet confidence, like her. But… I think we can do even better. I want something that really makes a statement—something that says, ‘You’re special, and I want everyone to know it.’”

He scrolled through more options, his eyes narrowing as he thought. “How about the Maserati Quattroporte? It’s got the luxury and the heritage, plus it’s a bit more unique.”

“The Quattroporte is indeed unique, sir, but it might not convey the same level of timeless grace that Miss Y/N deserves,” Jarvis gently countered.

Tony sighed, knowing Jarvis was right. “Yeah, it’s a little too… sporty again. I need something that’s more about luxury, about making her feel like royalty every time she steps into it.”

Finally, Tony’s eyes landed on the Rolls-Royce Phantom. The car’s imposing yet graceful design, with its iconic silhouette and unrivaled luxury, immediately caught his attention. Tony’s face lit up.

“Jarvis, what do you think of the Phantom?”

“The Rolls-Royce Phantom, sir, is the pinnacle of luxury vehicles. It’s the perfect combination of tradition and modernity, offering unparalleled comfort and an aura of exclusivity. A car that speaks volumes without uttering a word.”

Tony grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction. “Exactly. It’s perfect. Y/N deserves something as unique and special as she is. The Phantom has that old-world charm, but it’s still incredibly contemporary. And the ride… it’s like floating on air.”

Jarvis added, “Furthermore, the bespoke options available for the Phantom will allow you to customize it precisely to Miss Y/N’s tastes. It could be tailored to reflect her personal style.”

Tony’s mind buzzed with possibilities. “I’m thinking a deep, classic color—maybe a dark emerald green or midnight blue, something timeless. The interior? Soft leather, custom embroidery, the works. I want her to feel like a queen every time she gets in.”

“An excellent choice, sir. The Phantom’s presence will undoubtedly reflect the elegance and grace that Miss Y/N embodies,” Jarvis affirmed.

Tony nodded, feeling a wave of contentment. “Alright, it’s settled. The Phantom it is. Y/N’s going to love this. And more importantly, she’ll know exactly how much she means to me when she sees it.”

He leaned back, satisfaction washing over him. This wasn’t just about buying her a car—it was about showing Y/N that he understood her, that he saw her as someone who deserved nothing but the best. And for Tony, that meant giving her something that would make her feel cherished every time she drove it.

“Jarvis, let’s get started on the custom specs. I want this car to be as extraordinary as she is.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll begin the arrangements immediately.”

As Tony watched the final design of the Rolls-Royce Phantom take shape on the holographic display, he couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be perfect.

Tony paced around the sleek, deep blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, his mind alive with ideas. He knew that while the exterior was stunning and the luxurious interior was perfect, it was the technology inside that would make this car truly special. Pausing for a moment, he turned to the air with a familiar smirk.

“Jarvis,” Tony began, excitement bubbling beneath his calm exterior, “now for the cream of the cake. Let’s make the technology custom too. This isn’t just any car—it’s going to be an extension of Y/N, something that feels alive and perfectly in tune with her.”

Jarvis responded promptly, his tone mirroring Tony’s enthusiasm. “What features would you like to incorporate, sir?”

Tony rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Let’s start with a fully integrated AI system, something tailored just for her. It should be intuitive, but not intrusive. It needs to learn her habits, preferences, and routines, and adjust accordingly. We’ll call it ‘Eirene’—after the goddess of peace. It should have a calming presence, just like she does.”

“Eirene will be designed to provide a seamless and personalized experience for Miss Y/N,” Jarvis confirmed. “Shall I model its interface and interaction style after myself, or would you prefer something different?”

Tony mulled it over for a second. “Let’s give Eirene a softer touch, something more empathetic. I want it to respond to her mood, offer suggestions when she seems stressed, and even play her favorite music or podcasts when she’s on the road. It should be like a companion, not just an assistant.”

“A gentle and empathetic AI interface will be developed, sir. Eirene will be capable of recognizing emotional cues and adapting its responses to ensure a comforting and supportive presence,” Jarvis replied.

Tony nodded, pleased with the idea. “Good. Now, let’s talk tech specs. This car needs to be as advanced as anything I’ve ever built. We’re talking top-of-the-line navigation with real-time traffic updates, voice-activated controls, and a holographic display that can show anything from maps to stargazing projections. She’ll love that last one.”

“I shall incorporate the most advanced navigational and display systems available, including a holographic interface that will project both functional and aesthetic visuals. The stargazing feature will be tied to the car’s starlight headliner, offering a truly immersive experience,” Jarvis elaborated.

Tony’s grin widened. “Perfect. And we can’t skimp on security—this car needs to be impenetrable. I’m thinking biometric locks, encrypted communication systems, and a self-driving mode that can kick in if it ever detects she’s in danger. I want her to be safe, no matter what.”

“Biometric authentication, encrypted communication, and advanced self-driving capabilities will be integrated into the vehicle, ensuring Miss Y/N’s safety in all scenarios,” Jarvis assured.

Tony was on a roll now, his mind racing with possibilities. “And let’s add a few more fun features. A personal climate control system that adjusts based on her body temperature, and a mood lighting system that changes color based on her playlist or the time of day.”

“A personalized climate control system and adaptive mood lighting will be added, providing a unique and comfortable environment for Miss Y/N at all times,” Jarvis confirmed.

Tony’s expression softened as another thought struck him. “You know, she’s a writer. We need to give her a space where she can write whenever inspiration strikes. How about we integrate a computer system into the car—something sleek, with all the software she needs for writing her books or poetry?”

“A fully functional and discreet writing station will be incorporated into the vehicle’s design, complete with the latest software for writing and creative work. It will be easily accessible and tailored to her needs,” Jarvis replied, acknowledging the thoughtful addition.

Tony smiled, satisfied. This wasn’t just about giving Y/N a car—it was about creating something that reflected how much she meant to him. “One last thing, Jarvis—make sure the AI has a bit of personality. I want it to surprise her, maybe even make her laugh once in a while. It should feel like it was designed just for her, because it was.”

“A touch of wit and charm will be programmed into Eirene’s personality, ensuring that it is not only helpful but also endearing to Miss Y/N,” Jarvis responded with a hint of warmth.

Tony stepped back, taking in the car one last time. “This is going to be incredible. Y/N’s going to love it. And when she does, she’ll know exactly how much thought I put into it.”

“Indeed, sir. This vehicle will undoubtedly reflect the depth of your care and consideration for Miss Y/N,” Jarvis affirmed.

Tony smiled, feeling a surge of pride. “Alright, Jarvis, let’s get to work. I want this car ready for her as soon as possible.”

“As you wish, sir. The customization process will begin immediately, and I will keep you informed of our progress,” Jarvis replied.

Tony took one last look at the Rolls-Royce Phantom before turning away, already imagining the look on Y/N’s face when she saw what he had done for her. This car was more than just a gift—it was a reflection of everything she meant to him, and he couldn’t wait to see her reaction.

As Tony admired the sleek, deep blue Rolls-Royce Phantom, now customized to the highest standards, a thought struck him. Something was missing—something personal, something that would make the car not just a gift but a connection between them.

“Jarvis,” Tony said, his tone serious yet affectionate, “there’s one more thing we need to add. Something personal.”

“Of course, sir. What do you have in mind?” Jarvis responded, ready to implement whatever idea Tony had.

Tony paced a little, his mind racing through possibilities. Then, with a smile, he settled on the perfect idea. “I want to add a direct line to this car—a way for me to talk to Y/N anytime. No matter where she is, no matter what she’s doing, she should be able to reach me, and I should be able to reach her.”

“A direct and secure communication line will be installed, sir,” Jarvis confirmed. “Would you like it to be integrated into the AI system as well, perhaps allowing for seamless transition between speaking to Eirene and yourself?”

“Exactly,” Tony nodded. “But make it easy—one command, one touch. If she wants to talk to me, all she has to do is say the word, and I’ll be there. And it goes both ways; I want to be able to check in on her, to hear her voice whenever I need to.”

“Understood, sir,” Jarvis responded. “The system will be designed to ensure that, with a single command, either of you can initiate a conversation. The line will be fully encrypted and secure, guaranteeing privacy and uninterrupted connection.”

Tony smiled at the thought. “Good. And Jarvis—make sure it’s not just functional, but… I don’t know, intimate. It should feel like she’s talking directly to me, not through some cold, technical device.”

“I will ensure that the communication line provides a warm and personal experience, reflecting the importance of the connection between you and Miss Y/N,” Jarvis said, a hint of understanding in his tone.

Tony ran his hand along the smooth surface of the car, imagining Y/N’s reaction when she discovered this feature. “This is important, Jarvis. I want her to know that no matter what, she can always reach out to me, that I’m always here for her.”

“She will undoubtedly appreciate the thoughtfulness behind this addition, sir,” Jarvis replied.

Tony took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Alright, let’s get this set up. And once it’s done, let’s make sure everything is perfect. I want this car to be a reflection of how much she means to me.”

“It will be, sir,” Jarvis assured him. “Every detail has been carefully crafted to ensure that this vehicle is as unique and special as Miss Y/N herself.”

Tony nodded, satisfied. “Thanks, Jarvis. Let’s finish this up. I can’t wait to see her reaction.”

“With pleasure, sir,” Jarvis responded as he began the final phase of the customization, making sure that every aspect of the car—especially the direct line—was exactly as Tony envisioned.

As the customization of Y/N’s new Rolls-Royce Phantom continued, Tony had another brilliant idea. “Jarvis,” he said, his eyes lighting up with inspiration, “I want to get a personal number plate for the car. Something unique, something that represents Y/N and me.”

“Very well, sir. Do you have any specific themes or references in mind?” Jarvis inquired, ready to assist.

“Yeah, let’s go with something inspired by history, maybe a blend of Julius Caesar and Shakespeare,” Tony suggested, a smirk forming on his lips. “How about ‘Veni Vidi Amavi’?”

Jarvis processed the suggestion. “That translates to ‘I came, I saw, I loved.’ It is a fitting tribute, given your sentiments towards Miss Y/N.”

“Exactly! It encapsulates the essence of our relationship. It’s bold, it’s classic, and it carries depth,” Tony replied, clearly pleased with his idea.

“Shall I proceed with that for the number plate?” Jarvis asked, already beginning the process.

“Yeah, but let’s make sure it’s in a classy font—something that reflects the elegance of the car,” Tony added. “And maybe a subtle embellishment or two. After all, she deserves nothing less than the best.”

“Understood, sir. I will ensure that the design reflects both sophistication and the unique character of Miss Y/N,” Jarvis confirmed.

Tony leaned back against the car, imagining Y/N's reaction when she saw the number plate. “I can already picture her face when she reads it,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “It’ll be like a little inside joke between us. Plus, it’s a nod to the classics, which she appreciates.”

“Shall I also integrate a digital display that showcases the plate whenever the car is in motion? It could be a fun surprise,” Jarvis suggested.

“Absolutely! That would be awesome. Let’s do it,” Tony said, his excitement bubbling over. “I want everything to be perfect for her.”

With a final nod, Jarvis began working on the number plate and the digital display, ensuring that Tony’s thoughtful gesture would be a memorable part of Y/N’s new car. The Phantom was not just a luxury vehicle; it was a representation of their connection, complete with personal touches that only deepened Tony's affection for her.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, her curiosity piqued as she glanced at the section of the lab that was deliberately obscured from her view. "What’s in there?" she asked, tilting her head slightly toward the hidden area.

Tony, who was busy tinkering with a gadget, looked up with a mischievous grin. "Oh, nothing. Just something I’m working on," he replied, trying to sound casual.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Why is it hidden? No one comes here except me." Her tone was playful, challenging him to reveal more.

A smirk danced on Tony's lips. "Yes, I have hidden it from you," he teased, leaning back in his chair with an air of mock seriousness.

Y/N crossed her arms, feigning indignation. "But I don’t understand technology much," she bantered, trying to pull him into a lighthearted debate.

"It’s not entirely technology," Tony shot back, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"So what is it then?" Y/N pressed, leaning forward in her seat, the playful challenge evident in her demeanor.

Tony glanced at the digital clock on the wall, calculating the remaining time until the reveal. "I can tell you in…," he paused for dramatic effect, “27 hours and 12 minutes.”

Y/N let out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "That’s awfully specific. Are you counting down or something?" she teased, her interest only growing.

Tony shrugged, his playful demeanor intact. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just enjoy the suspense." He winked, clearly enjoying the game they were playing.

Y/N rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "Well, I guess I’ll just have to be patient then. But you know how much I hate surprises!"

“Consider it a test of your patience,” Tony said, leaning closer with an exaggeratedly serious expression. “And who knows? The surprise might be worth the wait.”

Y/N met his gaze, a mix of intrigue and anticipation bubbling within her. “I have a feeling you’re up to something big, Stark.”

Tony simply grinned. “You have no idea.”

Y/N shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. “You are such a handful, Tony Stark,” she said, her tone light and teasing as she leaned back in her chair.

Tony feigned a look of shock, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. “Me? A handful? Never! I prefer to think of myself as… dynamically complex.”

“Dynamically complex, huh?” Y/N arched an eyebrow, her laughter bubbling up. “Is that your fancy way of saying you’re a troublemaker?”

“Troublemaker? I prefer to call it ‘spontaneous innovator,’” he replied, grinning. “And besides, you love it.”

“Do I?” she asked, feigning seriousness. “I’m not sure about that. It might be more of a challenge to keep up with your whirlwind of chaos.”

“Oh, come on!” Tony leaned in closer, lowering his voice playfully. “You know you thrive on my chaos. It keeps your life exciting. I mean, when’s the last time you had this much fun?”

Y/N tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, let me think… Oh right! It was when I decided to take a chance on a billionaire playboy with a penchant for theatrics.”

“Ah, yes! A bold and daring choice,” Tony said, pretending to look impressed. “You must be feeling quite brave. Not everyone can handle the Stark experience.”

“I think I’m more curious than brave,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Curiosity can lead to trouble, you know.”

“Good thing I’m an expert in getting out of trouble,” he quipped, flashing her a charming smile. “Or at least I like to think I am.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You and your confidence. I’m not sure if it’s charming or just plain reckless.”

“Why not both?” Tony grinned, clearly enjoying their back-and-forth. “You know what they say—life’s too short to be serious all the time.”

“True, but a little seriousness wouldn’t hurt,” she countered, leaning forward with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Besides, someone has to keep you grounded.”

“Grounded? That sounds boring,” Tony said, waving a dismissive hand. “But I suppose I could make an exception for you. I mean, if anyone’s going to keep me in check, it might as well be the beautiful bestselling author sitting across from me.”

Y/N felt a blush creep into her cheeks at the compliment, her heart fluttering at his words. “You’re quite the charmer, Stark,” she replied, her voice softening. “But don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of revealing what’s behind that hidden section of the lab.”

“Ah, so we’re back to that, are we?” He leaned back with a playful smirk. “All right, I’ll make you a deal: if you can guess what’s behind the curtain, I’ll reveal my secret. But if you can’t…”

“Then what?” she challenged, her curiosity piqued.

“Then you have to promise to let me take you on a spontaneous adventure. Somewhere fun, with absolutely no planning whatsoever,” he proposed, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Y/N considered his words, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Challenge accepted, Stark. But you better be ready to reveal all once I win.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Tony said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. “Let the games begin!”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Tony's offer. “Five chances? That sounds generous for someone who usually keeps secrets like a master spy.”

“Just think of it as an act of faith,” Tony replied, leaning back in his chair with a casual confidence. “Besides, I’m curious to see how your mind works. You might surprise me.”

“Or I might just embarrass myself,” she shot back playfully, crossing her arms as she regarded him. “Okay, let’s see… is it a new invention? Something groundbreaking?”

“Wrong,” he said, a teasing smile on his face. “But it’s a good guess. Next!”

Y/N thought for a moment, biting her lip. “Is it something that flies?”

“Ah, you’re thinking big! But nope,” he answered, shaking his head. “That’s strike two. Keep ‘em coming!”

“Alright,” she said, furrowing her brow as she racked her brain for ideas. “Is it a prototype for a new suit?”

Tony chuckled, clearly amused. “Not even close. You’re swinging and missing, Y/N. That’s three!”

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, determined to come up with a good guess. “Okay, is it something that involves… well, technology?”

“Hey now, that’s a little vague,” he teased, holding up a finger. “But I’ll give you that one since it’s kind of true. But that’s strike four.”

Y/N could feel the excitement bubbling within her, spurred on by the playful challenge. “Alright, last chance. Is it… a surprise for me?”

Tony leaned forward, his expression turning serious for a moment, though the hint of a smile lingered. “Well, that’s a clever guess,” he said slowly. “But I can’t tell you that. So… strike five!”

“Five chances and I failed all of them,” she said, laughing lightly as she leaned back in her chair. “Looks like I owe you an adventure.”

“Indeed you do,” Tony said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But don’t worry; I have some ideas in mind that will blow your mind. And just so you know, I’m more than happy to keep the secret hidden a little longer.”

Y/N smirked, her heart racing at the prospect of whatever adventure awaited her. “Fine, but you have to promise to reveal what’s behind that curtain eventually. I’m not giving up that easily.”

“Deal,” Tony replied, extending his hand to shake on it. “But until then, I might enjoy keeping you in suspense.”

Y/N grinned, shaking his hand with determination. “Good luck keeping me in suspense. I’m persistent.”

“Just what I like about you,” he replied with a playful glint in his eyes

As Y/N settled into her chair with a book in hand, Tony found himself captivated by the scene unfolding before him. The soft glow of the lab lights cast a warm hue on her face, highlighting the way her brows furrowed in concentration and how her lips curled slightly as she turned the pages. It was a simple moment, but to him, it felt monumental.

Look at her, he thought, a smile creeping onto his face. There’s something so effortlessly beautiful about how she immerses herself in those words. He marveled at the way she lost herself in the story, her expression shifting with every twist and turn of the plot. It’s like she becomes a part of the worlds she reads about, and I can’t help but wonder what adventures are taking root in that brilliant mind of hers.

He leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting. She’s not just a talented author; she’s a force of nature. She writes with passion and purpose, and it shows. It’s no wonder she’s a bestselling author. Tony felt a swell of pride, as if he had a stake in her success. She was doing what she loved, and somehow, that made him feel more alive than he had in years.

I could spend hours just watching her, he mused, a feeling of warmth enveloping him. He loved the way she was so engrossed in her book, almost as if the rest of the world faded away. And then he remembered their playful banter just moments before—the way her eyes sparkled when she challenged him, the lightness in her laughter that made his heart race.

God, I’m whipped, he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly. And I’m not even mad about it. There was a sense of peace in knowing she was right there, her presence grounding him in a way he had never expected. I can’t wait to show her what I’ve been working on. She deserves to see how special she is to me, even if I’m still figuring out how to express it.

As he watched her, he felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest, the kind of feeling that whispered that maybe—just maybe—she was meant to be a part of his life. I want to give her the world, he thought. Every luxury, every experience, every moment of happiness that I can offer. She deserves it all.

Tony took a deep breath, a grin playing on his lips as he thought of the car they would be picking out together. A Rolls Royce Phantom, he mentally repeated, feeling proud. It’ll fit her perfectly. Sophisticated, elegant, with just the right touch of flair. Just like her.

The thought lingered in his mind as he continued to watch her, the noise of the lab fading into a gentle hum. In that moment, he realized he didn’t just want her to have the car; he wanted to share every part of his world with her. Every adventure, every laugh, and even the quiet moments like this one, where nothing needed to be said.

I hope she knows how much I care, he thought, feeling a surge of determination. I want her to feel cherished, just as she is. With that, Tony leaned back and let himself get lost in the peaceful ambiance of the lab, all while keeping a careful eye on the woman who had unexpectedly captured his heart.

Part 3

[pandorasfavorite]

Look at me

AN: I wrote this so fast because I know he would do this. ITS DOMINIK X READER THE GIF IS A LITTLE MISLEADING

A lot of the time the worry you have isn’t large. Injuries happen all the time in the WWE. The diffrence with this thought is that you are about to enter your 3rd trimester and pregnancy hormones are kicking your ass. Everything is so much more intense: the cravings, happiness, sadness, anger, worry; and all the other emotions. The worry for Dominik went from mild to crushing in a matter of weeks.

Him being in any sort of pain is your worst fear, tears burn your eyes at the thought. No matter how much you wish you could call and check on Dominik every hour of the day you knew it wasn’t ethical. To occupy your brain you decide to sit and watch Dominik on NXT even thought it makes your blood pressure go up a hare. You take a deep breathe remembering Dominik’s words “I promise I will be careful”, he repeats this routinely.

You remind yourself of that promise over again; making yourself relax and watch the show. The TV clicks off of the commercial break and the program begins. You find yourself begin to enjoy NXT after a moment. Suddenly Dominik and Rhea appear on the screen and your eyes are glued to them. You look closer at Dominik; looking him over as I’m he was in front of you in real life.

Your once permanent smile vanished in a instant, your eyes narrow and your fingers grip the sofa harshly. Dominik has tape on his arm meaning he’s hurting somehow. Your breathing turns shaky and millions of throughts and emotions swirl around your brain. First frightening and intense worry for at least 15 minutes, you lean back agains the couch; still not able to look away from the screen even though he isn’t on anymore. Strucken your hand reaches for your phone, your thumb hovers over the call button under his contact. The familiar tightness in the back of your throat begins, but you have to stay strong. Going against everything you click your phone off. Not even moments later a messages comes through.

Hubby 🩷

Be home in 10. See you soon my love.

Like whiplash your mood entirely switches. From 25% to 100% in the span of 30 seconds. Pissed off is the best way to put it. You are more than angry at Dominik: how could he break a promise like that?! You can sense yourself getting worked up, the doorknob rattled louder than normal, it seems. You take a deep breath; a poor attempt at calming yourself.

Dominik walks in shutting the door behind him with his charming smile, “Hey baby. Did you wait up for me?”, he asks sitting down beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder. You roll your eyes shrugging his hand off and ignoring him, acting as if the TV was more interesting. Dominik puckers his lip in confusion, his eyebrows drawn together. He tried again softer this time: more apprehension in his voice. “Hunny?” He reached to hold your hand “what’s wrong?”.

You scotch away trying to hold onto your last bit of restraint. “Nothing”, you mumble behind gritted teeth. Dominiks worry starts to worsen as you move away from him, ‘something must really be bothering you’. “Hunny whatever it is we can-“ you project your body off the couch, anger fueling your actions. “Don’t act clueless Dominik. You know exactly what this is about!” Your eyes pointed at him on the couch.

If it was possible Dominik only become more confused by the outburst. Dominik runs a hand through his hair; exhaling a heavy breath with a conflicted look. It goes silent for a moment; the couch creaks at Dominik getting up. He walks up to you; holding your arms in his hands, looking at you with expectation for explanation. Still angry you scowl at him but don’t try and move again.

“You promised” you point a accusing finger at his arm and your voice cracks when you speak again; “-you promised”. Your weak delivery tears at Dominik’s heart and his mouth falls open a little in recognition.

“Baby”

“No I don’t want to hear it”, your lip quivers and the tears break though your anger.

Dominik immediately encloses you in a tight hug, holding your head against him with his hand. You sniffle loudly; your breathing hiccuping from hyperventilation. “I- I was so scared”, in a instant you push him away again unsure how you want to feel.

“I’m so mad at you right now!”, you yell. Dominik does what he knows best. “Look at me”, he says pointing to your eyes then back to his own. “It’s okay, I’m okay” he says motioning with his hand down to show how the anger shoulder be diminishing. He does the motion one more time, making eye contact to show his understanding. Reluctant at first you shake your head no but then naturally you follow his instruction.

You close your eyes and take one more deep breath. You open your eyes to see him smiling at you patiently and softly from a distance. You nod at him and he moves forward in a quick step, holding you in his arms. “I’m sorry I scared you my love. It was very minor, I’d never want to scare you”, he kisses the top of your head, swaying your bodies. “Do you forgive me?”, he says into your hair.

You nod into his chest gripping at his shirt. Dominik is giddy that you feel better so he comforts you in every way he knows. “What do you think about a trip to Taco Bell?” He asks with a smirk knowing your answer. Your eyes gleam at the suggestion: a nice craving if yours at the moment. “Yes, yes, yes”, he laughs his sweet laugh, pulling away to press his lips to your before leaving to Taco Bell.

[gogogodzilla]

Hi! Would you be able to write a smut oneshot for Gavin where's he's jealous :P

No One Else || Gavin Reed

Summary: Gavin gets jealous when he sees you talking to your coworker. You show him he has nothing to worry about

Warnings: told from Gavin's POV, reader works at Cyberlife, gendered pronouns for reader (she/her), afab reader, semi-public sex, Gavin gets bratty when he’s jealous, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall)

Note: This is self-indulgent but IDC!

{Masterlist}

Up until now, Gavin had been having a great day. He woke up next to the person he loved, the coffee at the precinct was halfway decent, and Tina had only slightly busted his balls for wanting to stop by the Cyberlife tower on their lunch break. 

They were nearby, he argued. 

It was true, their patrol had brought them close to the island that housed the Cyberlife tower. That didn’t stop the great Officer Chen from seeing through his lame excuse to see his lover. 

Bullshit, Tina shot back, looking over at him from the driver’s side. 

That was where things went wrong, of course. Tina dropped him off at the front with a grin. He rolled his eyes and slammed the door to the police cruiser behind him.

He got past the androids at reception relatively easily. They knew his face and his name long before he even started dating an employee there. 

He knew the way to her office like the back of his hand, and he mindlessly took it. He came up just a few feet short of the door when he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. 

His lover… his sweetheart was talking to someone very tall and very handsome. And they were standing very close together, hovering over a data pad.  Mr. Tall and Handsome was lean, and blonde. Everything Gavin wasn’t. 

He fought off the familiar wave of jealousy that rose like bile in the back of his throat as he leaned against the wall next to their office. He wanted to go over there and shove that dickhead away from her and scream at him to never come near his sweetheart ever again. 

But, he just watched them instead. 

The scumbag took notice of Gavin’s staring and leaned down to whisper something to his sweetheart. She straightened and turned to glance at Gavin over her shoulder, just for a moment, before shoving the data pad into the person’s chest. 

She whirled away to face Gavin, beaming as she made their way down the short hall. Her heels clicked as she walked, and Gavin crossed his arms.  

“What’re you doing here?” she asked as she led him into her office.

“Who were you talking to?” 

The question was making its way out before he could even process what he was saying, and he tried to act as if he was merely curious. His harsh tone gave him away though, and she scoffed. 

He hovered in the middle of her office as she clicked a few buttons on a panel next to the door and the glass windows became frosted. Once no one could see into her office, his sweetheart walked forward and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his lips. He didn’t hesitate to run a hand over her hips and tug her into him.

She ran a hand through his hair and pulled gently, which was nearly enough for him to forget his jealousy. 

He pulled away, ignoring the way his pants were tightening from just her kissing him. He removed himself from her grip and moved to sit down in the chair in front of their desk. 

“Who was that?” he repeated. 

She was quiet for a moment, and Gavin drummed his fingertips on his thigh. He was too much of a coward to look her in her eye when he got like this. 

“My coworker, Sam,” she replied calmly. “We’re working on a project together, and he wanted my input.”

Gavin rolled his eyes, “That’s not the only thing he wanted.”

She sat on the edge of her desk, situating herself neatly between his thighs. She hummed, “You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that right?”

She had a playful look on her face, and he knew he was being fucking ridiculous. But still…

“When someone who looks like that is basically spooning you, I’m going to ask questions,” he snapped, crossing his arms. 

His anger was a ruse… for the most part. A small part of him wanted her to convince him he had nothing to worry about. Even if he didn’t believe her. A larger part of him was thinking about the way her dress was hugging her figure just right. 

“Gavin,” she said softly as she leaned forward and ran her hands along his thighs. His resolve was crumbling, and his cock twitched in his pants. 

She called his name again, harsher this time. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her, and his breath hitched. 

“He’s just a coworker, nothing more,” she assured, her gaze stern, almost daring him to contradict her. 

“Did you know,” she began as she released his face, leaning forward and raking her hands up his thighs, “that these offices are soundproof.” 

He swallowed hard. “Really?” 

“Mhm,” she hummed, undoing his belt. His cock was pressing uncomfortably against his jeans and she sure was taking her time to unbutton his pants and drag down his zipper. 

His breath quickened as she granted him mercy and released him from the tight confines of his uniform pants. She was otherworldly as she looked down at him and finally touched him, sultry and completely in control. He could’ve come just from her gaze alone. 

Her tongue darted out and wetted her lips, and he instinctively bucked his hips. She slowly pumped her hand, a devilish grin plastered on her face.

“Eager, aren’t we?” she teased, raising a brow. 

“Fuck off—”

His retort was cut off by her running a thumb over his sensitive head, spreading the precum that had begun to drip out. He let out a shaky whine. He gripped the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles were turning white, and all he could focus on was her hands on him. 

She stroked him faster, squeezing him slightly and adding a twist of her wrist that had him letting out raspy moans. She leaned forward and clutched the back of the chair to steady herself. She kissed him fervently, and he groaned against her lips. 

Gavin threw his head back as she kissed and nipped his neck, no doubt leaving several hickies in her wake. He jutted his hips up to meet her heavenly strokes. God, he hadn’t even been here 15 minutes and he was already a moaning mess under her. He screwed his eyes shut, lost in the sensation of her, her, her…

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m— ah, I’m close—” 

Then, she stopped, and Gavin practically whimpered as she pulled away. He could hear her moving things around on her desk, but he kept his eyes shut, attempting to control his breathing. 

She cooed his name, and he slowly opened his eyes to look at her. She was sitting back in front of him, legs spread and holding a small ball of fabric in her hands. His cock jumped against his abdomen when he realized that it was her underwear. 

“Well? Are you going to fuck me or what?” 

He’d never bolted out of a chair so fast in his life. His lips were on hers, and he was pushing her back against the hard expanse of her desk within moments, trailing his hands over her curves. He reached down and slid his cock through her folds, groaning at how slick she was against him. 

She reached up and tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck hard enough to rip his lips from hers. 

“Stop teasing,” she warned through gritted teeth before targeting the sensitive skin near the column of his throat. She always loved marking him up. A groan vibrated in his throat as she nipped wherever she could. 

He ran his cock through her folds once more before he pushed himself inside of her. They moaned in unison as he slid into her inch by inch until their hips were flush against one another. 

She felt heavenly against him, squeezing him just right. The plush skin of her thigh sunk beneath his fingertips as he grabbed her and started to rock his hips. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, breathy moans pushing past her lips. 

“Louder, sweetheart,” he muttered as he picked up his pace. “Let this whole goddamn office hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

She listened and leaned back to look him in the eyes as he fucked her. He hoped Sam could hear them from down the hall, even if it was unlikely. The thought filled him with smug satisfaction as he thrust harder into her. He was going to make sure she knew she was his. 

He reached down a hand and rubbed harsh circles against her clit, and she clenched against him, nearly pushing him over the edge. 

He had his hands resting on either side of her, giving him enough leverage to fuck her properly. She gripped onto his bicep, whining out, “Fuck— Gav, don’t stop— I’m so close!”

Her thighs clamp against his sides, trapping him, as she threw her head back and came with a strangled cry. She squeezed him as her release washed over her causing his thrusts to falter and become sloppy. 

He gripped her hips as he jutted into her as he came hard, filling her just how she liked. He sat sheathed inside of her for a moment while they both caught their breaths. 

He pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling out, relishing the way his cum flowed out of her. He gathered his release and pushed it back inside of her, eliciting a whine from his sweetheart as she clenched around his finger. 

He leans down and kisses her again, softer this time. She cups his face and brings him closer. It was the quiet moments after completely ruining her that he enjoyed the most. 

The buzzing of his phone in his back pocket caused him to pull away with a sigh. “That’s probably Tina,” he murmured against her lips. 

“Shame,” she grinned, and he pulled away and started making himself presentable. 

She stood on wobbly legs and pressed something against his chest. Gavin flushed when he grabbed it and felt the familiar lace of her underwear. He shoved them in his pocket, ignoring the inappropriate thoughts that were flooding his mind. “I’ll see you later tonight. Let me know if Tina gives you shit about the hickies,” she chuckled as she sat down at her desk. 

His cheeks were burning as he left Cyberlife tower, but he didn’t mind.

[vshushmshu]

space

“sweetness, are you okay?”

you blinked at the hand waving a foot from your face, careful not to get too close, just in case. when had you spaced? how long had he been standing there?

“yeah,” take a breath, and give the sun a little smile. it doesn’t buy it.

“hmm. you’re not as slick as you like to think you are, but it’s alright.”

your most half-assed grin thinned, and fingers of silicone ran through your hair. it helped you to focus, not get lost thinking up an acknowledgment, “gee, you gotta give me more credit, sunny. you wound me!”

a hand went to clutch your tight chest in an attempt at joking offense, and sun tilted their faceplate at you with soft clicking, fingers still fiddling with strands, “nope, cope and seethe. you’ll be fine. do you wanna talk about it, though? you’re barely breathing, dear.”

your face must’ve gone blank, done with the struggle of displaying a smile, because his hand retracted, eternal grin still in place. the sunny disposition never faltered, and maybe he was slicker than you after all, “it’s okay, i understand! just.. pick up the clothes you dropped, yes? maybe lie down after, friend. i’ll be trying my hand at birdwatching, if you need me! taking pictures of them is very fun we’ve found!! please call, if you need us.”

looking down, there was indeed a pile of laundry at your socked feet, as well as the plastic bin clattered to the floor. you both stared at the mess for a bit, until you finally picked it up, and sun made a noise of approval, “thanks, man. um.. yeah, i’ll do that. hope you find cool birds. thanks.”

the animatronic stared as you walked away with a yet again full laundry bin, and you faintly heard their faceplate clicking back into place, while you pushed the door to your room closed behind you. it never actually closed, always stayed cracked. there was no reason to fear a bit of space. you dumped the clothes onto your bed, then before folding, looked back at the door again.

everything was fine, but sun had walked off by now. chest moving, lungs never grazing ribs, breathe. your hands went to fold your clothes, but you forgot that you were very soon.

moon was less subtle.

maybe it was on purpose, you noted slowly, that sun had dimmed all the lights early. you never called to say you needed them. the moon stayed hovering over you somehow, despite being seated on the far end of the couch; well, not truly, like he could before, but still watching. he left space between the two of you, just in case, just like his counterpart tried to.

you were playing one of your more favored games, but the way you engaged with the little world in your screen grew robotic, ironically enough. you couldn’t remember the steps you had taken to do something after you had done it, and moon watched silently. your head tilted up at him finally, a memory of your earlier conversation blinking to life, “how was bird watching?”

the animatronic stayed still for a bit, then scooted closer on the couch in his usual slinky fashion, grinning forever, “fun. saw a couple that we don’t usually see. many birds come to the windows.”

you laughed lightly, quieter than your chortles and cackles, glancing down at your screen once more with a sluggish raise of your brows, “nice, birds don’t usually pop by for visits. i think you’re turning to snow white, buddy. or would it be aurora? y’know, with the whole sleeping beauty thing.”

he had crossed half the space between you two just by leaning forward before he paused, you watching in your peripheral, then stuck a thumb down at you, “unfunny. overused. unoriginal. do better.”

a roll of your eyes, and you pressed a button unenthusiastically, “oh, hardee har. i get at least half a point for trying my best.”

moon hummed, staying put now as he sat stoney, “you do. maybe even a whole one.”

you blinked, then looked up at him, silent for a little too long as you completely disregarded tragedy befalling the character you played through, “i do? you folded quick.”

their faceplate did a full rotation, and the bell of moon’s nightcap tinkered softly, “maybe. you seem tired.”

you switched your device off, figuring you were never progressing in anything more than bullshittery in the first place, and scratched at your scalp to try and soothe your ache, “yeah, i am.”

the bot’s fingers twitched, maybe. you couldn’t fully tell with how nothingness nibbled at your neural pathways, but moon stayed a few feet away from you, still. stayed still, “sleep?”

the hand scratching at your head instead dragged over your face, and you shrugged, recalling something dully to your moon sat by you, “dunno. i tried to after folding my clothes, but i started not, uh… feeling good. you turned down the lights too early, though. why?”

you couldn’t remember if you actually folded your clothes, though. moon stayed still, but you thought his smile had dimmed impossibly, “you’re not feeling good. why?”

you couldn’t tell if that was another question or the answer, and your eyes burned as you resigned on further investigation, gaze staying level as they dug into led’s, “dunno.”

“that’s okay,” his voice was hushed, clasping their own hands as the animatronic leaned back a bit, giving you space. you sank further into the couch cushions, and moon hummed, “roof? fresh air, it might help. helps us.”

a tilt of your head, a bit of a smile when you wondered distantly if you were picking up their mannerisms, “you have lungs?”

moon tilted their head to mirror yours, rolling his eyes as sarcasm coated their voice box thick, “haha. want to?”

a cool toned hand occupied the air between the both of you on the couch, and you shifted your attention to stare at it for a moment. the moon was patient, and you had no reason to fear, now. your bedroom door was still cracked, no reason to fear, “sure. if i get yelled at by the landlady though, i’m blaming you guys.”

you laced your fingers with the robot’s tentatively, your closed palms creating a seam of skin and silicone, and moon leaned over to finally close the space. a huff of a laugh left you when he bonked their smile to the top of your head, and maybe it stretched, “mhm, shall we?”

raising your brow, you got up from the warm cushions to follow your interlinked hands, “wow, so formal! like we don’t share the same bed-”

the animatronic’s other hand went up to your cheek, pinching lightly while you snickered, “shush. then, leggo.”

the sun was just about set by now, but the moon still made sure to stay curled up in the shadows, with you sat in his lap of starry clown pantaloons. you watched the sky change colors, slowly going dark with actual stars popping up, now. arms held you, relaxed as the edge of their faceplate rested on your head, turning with you to look at what you were looking at. it was peaceful.

your fingers fiddled with theirs, and moon didn’t seem to mind. it was nice to have company as you stared at the constellations emerging as they did every night, “space is cool.”

the bot let out a low hum, pinkie tightening when yours hooked to it, “yeah, we like looking at the sky. one of the things that feels real. better?”

nodding, you let your body sink into theirs, and the hold around you tightened a bit. you thought about sticky, glow in the dark stars on the daycare ceiling. in, then out, “mhm. i can, uh.. breathe, i guess.”

“that’s good. told you,” a thumb ran over the knuckles of your other hand, as if recounting how your bone felt. it felt real.

you rolled your eyes, smiling a little easier, “will you ever stop being so smug?”

“nuh uh. funny,” moon shifted you to face him, and you raised your brows at him. fingers of plastic and metal smoothed them back down, and you stuck your tongue out at him while he held your face, grinning, “and you can breathe. happy.”

something in you squeezed, and you reached out your arms to him to be held close again, cheek pressed to their chassis to hear the quiet buzzing of machinery while hands rubbed circles into your back, “pfft- thanks.”

the moon giggled when you leaned away a bit just for a moment, pulling his faceplate closer to place a smooch between his eyes, just to further enunciate gratitude, “of course, star.”

blinking between bouts of unconsciousness in a bed surprisingly not littered with laundry, you took a breath as you watched the light starting to dance into your room. the sun had risen halfway by now, and you squinted at the animatronic closing the bedroom window.

“sun,” you grumbled, and their head swiveled to meet your half-asleep squint, rays spinning.

his voice was hushed, something rare, “close your eyes, friend. you stayed up late.”

still, he walked over when you reached your hands out for him, catching them before they hit the blankets once more in their laziness. it took you a minute to open your eyes again, and you could hear the sun laughing softly at you while you blinked some more in defiance, “wha’ever. bring your stupid, shit-eating grin closer.”

one hand easily held the two of yours, while the other went to clutch the plain shirt over their chassis, “language. you wound me, dear! yet, i must heed your call…”

their plastic forehead almost bumped against yours, but sun still kept in mind space. so, whilst actively ignoring his reprimanding, you strained up just the slightest to bump against it, “you mustn’t do anything, just wanna. closer.”

the sun let out a dramatic sigh, rays inching into his faceplate to accommodate while he hesitantly closed space, “gosh, we hate it when you’re smug. happy?”

“mhm, you just hate it when i’m right, which is all the time,” your hands left his hold to brush fingers to the corners of his smile, one of your own spreading when the animatronic leaned into the touch, hovering over your laid form. when you pressed a smooch between his eyes, same as a couple hours before, you could practically see the struggle it took to not let his rays twirl. you weren’t afraid of space, of nicks from joy, but you didn’t bring it up. restraint was a habit, it seemed.

the sun laughed, “sure, uhuh. keep thinking that,” but didn’t move away in the slightest, which you appreciated. it was warm.

“y’know, you keep yourself too far away, sometimes,” well, never mind then. guess your sleep-deprived brain was, in fact, bringing it up.

he paused, still for a moment, but still didn’t move away. still, his smile remained, “apologies, sweetness. we forget that you humans have that skin hunger of yours!”

your face twisted, and you played up your disgust at the new piece of vocabulary, while sun snickered at your weak punch to his shoulder, “ewww, what the hell!! what does that even mean?? never say that again!”

“we will absolutely say it again,” their grin seemed to stretch while you scowled playfully, then your hands balled into fists to rub at your still-bleary eyes.

fingers carded through your hair, scratching your scalp in a way that had you stretching into the blankets, eyes still half-lidded, “mean. and here i was trying to say i love you. and thanks.”

the pleasant massage continued after a brief falter, rays now farther away from your face spinning like a damn fan, a fact which you only noticed due to the slightest breeze that picked up, “you already said one of those things… but we love you too, obviously.”

the sun leaned down again to press its smile to your forehead, and your own glee practically split your face. it didn’t matter anymore, if the door stayed cracked or closed, for there was no need to fear a bit of space. you guys were warm, and safe.

“soooo, love me enough to stay in bed?”

“oh! but, i had a recipe i wanted to try out! and-“

“…”

“…okay, fine! stop looking at me like that!”

“YES!!”

“you’d probably explode my oven, anyways..”

“oh shush! i thought we agreed it was our oven!”

“well… pfft- WAIT NO, OKAY!! OUR OVEN!!”

“that’s what we thought!”

“..skin hunger-er.”

“get out.”

[ masterpost ]

[underratedandoverit]

You Have My Heart

973 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just a sweet, cute, fluffy moment. its slightly spicy at first but it turns sweet really fast. thats pretty much all, i just needed kip in this position to say "i love you" 💜

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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He didn’t stop the hands messing with his shirt buttons, Kip just watching them being opened and him being stripped out of his shirt with a familiar ease. As soon as Cassidy threw the piece of clothing to the side, his hands were on Kip’s exposed chest, pushing him down against the bed. The Brit didn’t resist at all, allowing the blond to straddle his waist with ease, leaning down for a kiss.

The hands brushed up his chest, briefly cupping Kip’s cheeks before continuing up into his hair. He let out a needy whine against the touch, feeling Cassidy smiling into the kiss, refusing Kip to get in a word or a moment to think as he deepened the kiss, pressing Kip harder against the mattress.

Kip had to be honest, tonight he wasn’t entirely sure what he had done to get Cassidy this invested in him. It wasn’t anything unusual that their nights together ended like this, but more often than not he had at least made an effort to push the blond’s buttons, to get himself put into a situation like this. Today he hadn’t even tried, and yet here they were. Cassidy’s tongue deep in his mouth, Kip unable to make a single protest about getting topped like this, being played by Cassidy as his hands ran through Kip’s hair, knowing the sensation was overwhelming to him at moments like this.

Only after Cassidy broke apart the kiss and moved his lips along Kip’s jaw line, hands grabbing the hold of his hands as he pinned them down above Kip’s head like this was a practiced nightly routine, he was able to let out a sound resembling actual words.

“Clementine…”

Cassidy smiled against his skin, pressing a quick little kiss against his neck, knowing it being Kip’s favorite spot. The moan he got back made him raise his head up, smiling down at Kip’s hazy look. He was already losing control.

“Yeah? You want something?”

Kip nodded his head, watching as Cassidy stole a quick kiss from his lips before stopping to hover over his face, clearly waiting for him to continue. It wasn’t odd for Kip to ask him something in these situations, the rare part was for Cassidy to actually give him what he wanted, when he wanted it. It would happen eventually, of course, as it always did, but only after Cassidy had decided Kip had deserved it and they had played this game of making him weak and begging for long enough.

“I…”

The words disappeared from his mind, Kip just staring back at him. Cassidy tilted his head, looking more curious than anything. It wasn’t unusual that Kip was at a loss of words when put in this position, but this time something felt different. Instead of Kip being stuck in a spot where his mind was reeling so fast he couldn’t keep up with it and the over stimulation, he seemed to be actually carefully thinking what he wanted to say tonight.

Cassidy clicked his tongue at him as the silence continued.

“Maybe I should kiss you a little more until you make up your mind, hmm?”

Kip hesitantly nodded again, Cassidy leaning in. Lips pressing against his, it was almost as if the words were suddenly in Kip’s mouth, finally free from his throat, ready to be let out.

“I,” he started between the kisses, Cassidy pulling slightly away to give him the space to free his thoughts. “I-I. I love you.”

The blond froze for a second, Kip almost afraid he had said the wrong thing as he saw the intense eyes widening at him for a moment. As fast as it happened though the expression was gone from Cassidy’s face, being replaced by a content, soft smile as he pulled away, retreating his hands from Kip’s as Cassidy cupped his face.

“…Do you mean that?”

Kip blinked blankly at him a few times, the suddenly softer atmosphere landing into the room swallowing him and his mind for a moment. The way Cassidy shifted from wanting to mess him up so badly to melting at his words, those three simple words, was almost so fast it was giving Kip a severe whiplash.

He nodded his head again finally.

“O-of course I do.” The words were struggling to come out of his mouth again, a soft blush creeping its way on his face as Kip felt Cassidy brush his thumbs over his cheeks, looking down at him with a sweet smile crossing his entire face. “I… I just…”

“I’ve never heard you say that here before.”

Kip didn’t have time to reply to him as Cassidy leaned in for a kiss. A much softer than the ones before that, but filled with just as much passion and love for him as always. As Cassidy finally pulled away, Kip had to take a moment to get his mind to be coherent again. It wasn’t unusual, but something about it felt just a little bit different than before. Good, but different.

“I love you too.” Cassidy’s voice was barely louder than a whisper as he leaned his forehead against Kip’s, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply, as if trying to remember the Brit’s scent in the moment. “And I…”

It was odd for Cassidy to be at a loss of words in their intimate moments like this, making a quick shot of panic run through Kip, thinking he had done or said something wrong. But those fears were quickly wiped away, as if Cassidy was able to read the fears from his mind, as he softly chuckled, pressing a quick peck on Kip’s lips, one that he subconsciously tried to chase after.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I will do anything. For you. I promise.”

[haleyhunwritess]

Congrats on 1k!!! I wanted to send in a GIF but I don't know how to do that as anon 😅 So instead could you write a 🍒 dark drabble for Loki x little!reader where she runs away (or tries to)

🍒 drabble for little!reader trying to run away from loki (dark)

a/n: i actually don't know if you can send in gif/pics as anon but i think you could send a link to it maybe? or you could always message me (if you're comfortable with that of course) the gif or image you would like for the 1k headcannons. also beware this one is has dark themes.

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Are you sure you haven't seen her? I swear I thought I saw her over here. She looked very upset, and she kept saying someone was trying to hurt her." The elderly lady asked Loki the same question for the third time.

She showed up at his doorstep a few moments ago to introduce herself as his new next door neighbour. He knew that wasn't the reason she was there though.

He accidentally left his girl unattended, and the poor thing thought it was a good opportunity to escape. When he turned around to crack the eggs into the pan, she bolted for the door and ran to her new neighbour for help.

When the neighbour opened the door, she was met with the sight of a frantic young lady, crying and asking for help. At first, the elderly woman found her attire a bit strange. She looked like she was at least in her early 20s. Her attire, however, was a pink nightgown with immature patterns and prints all over. Nonetheless, she noticed how distraught the girl was and she invited her in. When the poor old lady returned from the kitchen to bring her some water, she was gone.

The poor innocent elderly lady, standing at Loki's doorstep, tried to not-so-subtly peak inside his house. She was convinced he knew where she was but all he did was act dumb.

"Goodness, that sounds awful," He clicked his tongue, looking around his property, pretending like he was looking for her, "I wish I knew where she was but no I didn't see anyone come around here. There's no one out there either."

She definitely wasn't convinced but Loki couldn't risk hurting another neighbour right now.

Loki pretended to think for a moment before saying, "I'll tell you what, ma'am, if I see her I'll ring you right away."

She sighed and nodded, "Alright, young man, thank you for your help. Yes, please let me know right away."

"Of course, ma'am. Have a wonderful day." Loki smiled at her, then shut the door behind him. He waited by the window to make sure she went back to her house before making his way back to you in the basement.

"You know, I thought you were smarter than that, little one. I thought I told you to stay in your seat, darling." He tutted, picking up the paddle that was on the table next to you. You whimpered at the sight of the paddle, and quickly took moved back on the mattress.

"Tell me, dear," He pulled you back towards him, "Didn't I tell you to stay here?", You slowly nodded, afraid to move still.

"Then why do you insist on behaving like a stupid little brat?" He struck you hard across your cheek making you cry out loud, "Huh? Tell me!"

"I-I'm s-sorry...Please I'm sorry! W-won't do it again!" You apologized over and over again, crying your heart out.

"Oh I know you won't do it again love. You remember the chip that I put in you last week? The one that tracks where you are and everything," Loki smiled as he pulled his phone out and opened and app to show you. You nodded in response, wondering where he was going with this, "Well, now it has a new update. There's the first track option of course, but now there's another option called elimination."

There was a picture of you on there with two options under it. However, out of the two options, the only one you could focus on was the last one.

Loki's thumb hovered over the last option, and you whimpered in fear, "Because if you ever try to leave again, you'll be gone with just the click of a button."

[thepaintedlady00]

What’s up? Hope it’s fine I participate too in the request week. What about reader introducing Morpheus to the awesome internet world? I imagine him pretty confused and I find it funny xD

Oh absolutely! Everyone is welcome to join in Request Week! 🥰Dream using the internet for the first time would be so hilarious 🤣 He'd be in shock especially if he ever discovered Tumblr and fanfiction 😂

"You just type in what you want to know and click this little button here and it'll pull up the answer and things related to your search."

Dream sat at your desk, stiffly typing his name into the search bar as you hovered over him trying to explain as best you could the rules of the internet. "I am curious to see what has been written about me."

You scratched your head. "You might want to lower your expectations, Dream. The mythology is kind of a mess and there's about a thousand different versions of dream gods."

He hummed quietly as he read through multiple websites and pages of results from his search. You'd stayed close by, watching his face twist into confusion when he came across something wildly different from the truth which was often. "I told you, there's not really anything written about The Endless."

"Here's something," he said tilting his head to the side. "This one used my full name."

"Oh, that's weird. What's the website? Maybe it's someone you inspired?"

"It is a place called Tumblr."

You jumped up from your seat and slammed the laptop closed, nearly shutting his fingers in it. He looked up at you with confusion. You just shook your head. "That is NOT something you're ready for!"

Dream trusted you for a while, until one day you visited The Dreaming to find him quickly leafing through pages and pages of books. Lucienne was giggling at her desk and Matthew was goading Dream on. "Read this one next boss!"

"What are we doing?"

"Lord Morpheus..." Lucienne tried to compose herself. "Has discovered a great many writings about him."

"Oh god."

Dream turned to you. "Did you know about this?"

You bit your lip and shrugged. "Maybe a little."

"There are hundreds, THOUSANDS!"

"I know," you said laughing.

"You've read them?!"

"Some. You have to admit a lot of them are pretty good stories."

Dream huffed quietly. "I suppose."

"And isn't that your whole goal, to inspire humanity?"

He glared at you. "I suppose."

You kissed his cheek. "I told you, you can't go walking around looking like this and expect people that see you not to get inspired by your dashing coat and mysterious eyes."

"I am flattered," he said at last. "It's just surprising."

"You read any for the others yet?"

"No, and I do not think I'm likely to."

Lucienne began putting some of the books away. "Your loss, there are quite a few moving stories inspired by your siblings."

"I never would have taken you for an avid fan, Lucienne."

She shrugged and smiled at you. "They are quite spectacular."

Dream grumbled. "The internet is an odd place."

"You love it."

[mcdannoangelwolf]

THank you so much to @ellena-asg for this prompt. Their Pokemon number was Charizard. I took this in what I thought was a fun direction. Making it about a Shiny Charizard.

Like i said before I pulled A LOT of the technical stuff, (how pokeballs work and how Charizard flies, etc) out of the air or just made it up lol. I hope that everyone enjoys the story. This story has no connection to to my future Pokemon Fusion. Thought it might be the start of an entirely different one. I don't know yet. For now it is just a stand alone story.

Pics of the featured Pokemon, Charizard and Blissey, can be found at the end of the story.

Steve was wading through the shallows after his morning swim, water sloshing around his hips, when he spotted something glinting in the sun on the beach ahead of him. Quickening his pace, such as he could, Steve sped up. He wanted to get to the item before the water and sand buried it once more. Steve was always careful to keep his beach free of debris tossed up by the sea especially that made of metal and glass.

 His safety aside he frequently opened his private beach to Danny during his visitation with Grace and Charlie. He wouldn’t want them, or their pokes’ injured. Finally, a bit out of breath from jogging through the sand and surf, Steve managed to reach the spot where the light had been reflecting. Digging through the sand he was surprised to pull up an iron-gray pokeball. He couldn’t tell if the color had been worn away by the sand and seawater or if that was just how the ball was. When he clicked the ring it expanded, slowly, with a slight whine.

 As he went to press the switch though he hesitated. The ball appeared to be old and disused. Like every sailor, SEAL, and seafarer he knew ocean water could prematurely age things. There was a chance that the ball had only been in the water for a few months or even weeks. Most pokes’, after they were caught, weren’t too bad around strangers but there was always a chance that, if it was in use, the pokémon could lash out at him.

 It wasn’t like he had a poke' of his own to protect him, and he didn’t want to have to shoot it or something. Steve headed inside, thumb running over and over the smooth surface of the ball, as he debated opening it or leaving it closed.

 On the lanai, he set the ball down and shucked his trunks. He dunked the garment in a bucket of fresh water a few times before wringing them out and laying them across the back of the chair to dry. With one last glance at the ball, he headed inside for a shower, reasoning it would still be there when he came back.

 Once cleaned up and dressed for the day, and fortified with a cup of coffee in hand, he came back out and took up the ball. While showering he had decided it was best to see if the ball was even in use before wasting time taking it to the Pokemon Center. Chances were the thing was empty, trash improperly disposed of, and the entire “dilemma” was a moot point. The second greatest chance was that it was a smaller or weaker pokemon, something that wouldn’t pose much of a threat. Trainers, good or bad, tended to keep a better on their stronger or rarer species. On the off chance that it was something large or aggressive, Steve had his sidearm at his hip. He hoped a few air-shots would cow the possibly restless poke' long enough for him to trigger the Return Command.

 Setting his mostly empty coffee mug on the chair arm Steve took the ball and moved further into his yard. At the line where the grass met sand, one hand hovering over his weapon, Steve tapped the button.

 And nothing happened. Tapping it again, harder this time, Steve heard a faith whir from the ball but it still refused to open. After inspecting the seam and hinge for damage, and finding none, Steve tried a third time. Aside from the whir, a bit louder this time, nothing happened.

 Stuffing the ball in one of his cargo pockets Steve headed back to the house, silently chiding himself. Of course the ball wasn’t going to open. After being submerged in water for who knows how long, and probably being banged around as well, the mechanics were probably damaged. He just hoped that if it was active that the poke’ inside was safe.

 ‘Honestly,’ Steve thought as he snatched up his mug and headed for the kitchen, ‘Shouldn’t have tried to open it anyway. Should have taken it straight to the Center. Bad etiquette to try and open another trainer's ball.’

 ‘You’re not a trainer.’ A nagging voice in the back of his skull whispered back as he washed out his mug.

 Gritting his teeth against the sour feeling in his stomach Steve pushed the thought away. It was stupid to dwell on old issues, pointless issues. Setting his mug in the strainer to dry Steve headed out; grabbing his phone and keys as he went.

 He’d drop the ball at the Center on his way in and that would be the end of it. If it was active they’d be able to find the trainer, eventually, and could take care of its inhabitant until they did.

***

  Steve paced through the small waiting area while checking his watch. Again. He had arrived at the Center an hour ago and handed off the ball to the waiting Joy. She took one look at it, snatched it up, and ran to the back room, admonishing him to have a seat as she went. Steve had waited at the counter, confused, before turning to find a fuzzy pink Blissey standing behind him.

 “Bli bli.” She had intoned before grabbing his wrist in an iron grip and dragging him into the waiting area.

 “I was going to sit down, on my own.” Steve had told her as she shoved him onto a chair.

  Steve had texted Danny a sitrep and told him to hold down the fort. At half an hour he had gone to the counter to ask for an update only to find the Blissey there. After forty minutes he decided to leave his contact info and head to the office. He had left the note with the Blissey but when he tried to leave she had, in the blink of an eye, appeared to block his exit.

 “I need to work, just have the nurse call me and I’ll explain everything.” Steve had told her but the Blissey’s face clouded over and her eyes narrowed as she pointed to the waiting area. Not willing to be taken down by a giant walking egg Steve had gone back to the waiting room.

 At forty-five minutes he started to get nervous and started pacing. He was worried he had screwed up when he tried to open the ball. He hadn’t even held a Pokeball in over a decade. Glancing at the counter again, only to find it still manned by Blissey, Steve dropped back onto his chair.

 “Bli blee!” Steve jerked as Blissey once more showed up out of nowhere, if he hadn’t known better he’d swear she was Teleporting. Before he could say or do anything she once more grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him behind her.

 Knowing it was pointless to try and argue with the pokémon he let himself be dragged into the backroom. The pair washed up in a dim room filled with enough computer equipment to make Chin weak in the knees, as well as a large poke-incubator. The dark-haired Joy that had taken the Pokeball stood nearby with a man in a Jennies' Uniform.

 “Commander McGarrett,” The man held out his hand as he spoke, “I’m officer Makoa, and I’m with the Jennies. This is Kailani, one of the Joys here. Can you explain how came by this Pokeball?” Officer Makoa indicated the Nurse briefly before turning to the Pokeball.

 Steve’s hackles immediately went up. Officer Makoa’s tone was accusatory and suspicious.

 “I was swimming this morning and saw it half buried in the sand on the beach. Why?” Steve drew himself up to his full height and crossed his arms over his chest. Danny might have called this posturing but he was getting tired of the runaround.

 “Where were you swimming, which beach; were there any others?” The Officer asked, pulling out a small notepad and pen.

 “I was swimming at home. It’s my private beach, I’m not telling you my address, and no there weren’t any others. And I’m not answering any more questions until you tell me what the hell is going on here.” Steve stepped into Makoa’s space, towering over the shorter man. Makao, to his credit, didn’t look scared despite stepping back a pace.

 “Commander McGarrett, “ The Joy spoke up from where she was hooking the Pokeball up to…something, “I’m Kailani, a Joy here at the pokémon center. This isn’t a standard pokeball. This is an old Rocketball.”

 “A Rocketball, Team Rocket? They’ve been defunct for over a decade.” Steve stepped around Makoa to the nurses’ side.

 “Indeed, given the condition of the ball, I’d say that it’s been at sea for several years. In the last years of Team Rocket’s influence, they tried to relocate to Hawaii. They weren’t successful. I imagine this ball was on one of the freighters they used for smuggling.”

 “Can you tell if it is active,” Steve asked, attention now completely on Kailani and the Pokeball, “I tried to open it, see if anything was inside, but it wouldn’t budge.”

 Kailani, now typing on a laptop, nodded at Steve before gesturing to the ball.

 “It’s active yes. You couldn’t open it because this particular ball is what used to be called a Lock Ball. Lock Balls were designed to fit on a belt equipped with fingerprint recognition. Removing the ball without scanning the owners' print locked it, making it unusable.” As Kailani spoke the ring around the ball switch started to flash red.

 “Does that mean you can’t open it? The poke’ is trapped inside?” Steve questioned, stepping closer to the apparatus the ball was resting in.

“Of course I can,” Kailani replied with a laugh, “Fingerprint tech was in its infancy when this Ball was built. It’s easily bypassed with today’s tech. I do need your help, however.” At that, she moved away from the laptop and held out what Steve recognized as a fingerprint scanner. Steve just raised his eyebrows.

 “To open the balls system I need to reprogram it to a new trainer. Standard procedure, in recovering a pokémon from a criminal organization, is to transfer it to law enforcement for assessment and treatment.” Kailani explained but Steve shook his head.

 “I’ve had exactly one pokemon in my life, twenty years ago. I’m not a trainer. You should get someone else to do it.” Steve tried to step back but Officer Makoa spoke up.

 “Sadly there isn’t time Mr. McGarrett. Joy Kailani was explaining just before you came in, the Ball is starting to fail. The Pokemon inside needs to be transferred to a new trainer's biometrics as soon as possible. I have a full team registered to me and can’t take another, Joy Kailani isn’t law enforcement. It has to be you.”

 “Don’t worry Commander McGarrett,” Kailani spoke softly while glaring at Officer Makoa, “It is only a temporary transfer. If you wish once the Pokemon is stable it can be transferred to another handler. For now though, to open the ball, I need to place it under your care. You’re still listed as a trainer in the Hawaiian Database.” Kailani once more held out the scanner pad. With a deep breath, Steve pressed his thumb to it.

 The scanner glowed green for a moment while it took down his information. Once it was done the laptop pinged and Kailani set it aside to go back to typing away. Trying to ignore the pit in his stomach at having a poke’ registered to him Steve could only watch the ball. The indicator ring continued to lazily flash red. As he watched Steve realized that the flashes were slowing down and becoming dimmer and his worry increased. This time for the poke’ inside. Before he could say anything though the flashing stopped altogether and the ring turned a pale blue.

 “I’ve overlaid your fingerprint on the balls lock system,” Kaillani spoke as she moved to Steve’s side, handing him a white pokeball with a red seam. A Premier Ball, “The Lock Ball’s systems are failing so you need to initiate a Ball Transfer. I’ve programmed this one with your old trainer ID. Once transferred the pokémon should behave like a traded pokémon.”

 “Should,” Steve questioned as he took the ball from her, “You don’t sound very confident.” Kailani just shrugged.

“I can’t be one hundred percent certain Commander. We have no way of knowing what kind of pokémon is in the ball, or how long it had been with its previous trainer. There are a lot of factors that we just can’t account for. The best outcome, the pokémon inside will be obedient to you, to an undeterminable extent. Worst case, it rebels. We just don’t know. Won’t know until we know.” With that Kailani motioned to the Lock Ball.

 Ignoring the slight shaking in his hand Steve held up the Premier Ball until its switch pressed into the Lock Balls switch. The two balls popped open and, in a flash of pale blue light, the pokémon’s energy form transferred from the Lock Ball to the Premier ball.

“Now what?” Steve asked quietly. The weight of the pokeball hadn’t changed, of course, but it felt heavier in his hand.

 “Now we see what kind of condition the pokémon is in. Just put the ball in the incubator.” Kailani directed quietly.

 Steve followed her to the incubator and did as instructed. Kalani typed some commands into the incubators keypad and the Premier Ball shook a moment before opening. As the red light of the pokémon’s energy form took shape Steve felt his jaw drop.

 “Is that…” Officer Makoa started, voice trailing off into silence.

 “A black Charizard.” Steve finished as the hulking fire type, sleeping, completely took form.

###

 “I swear to god you spit another fireball at me, you overgrown fucking bottle rocket, and I’ll shove this extinguisher down your throat,” Steve growled, brandishing the single-hand extinguisher at the pissed-off Charizard.

 Charizard was sat on his beach, tail held high away from the surf, glaring at him over his scarred muzzle. It had been just over two weeks since he’d brought the Pokemon home. For the first few days, it had been alright. Charizard, who had been trapped in his ball for at least five years but likely more, had still been recovering from hibernation sickness. He’d been lethargic, but compliant. He’d rapidly regained his energy though and had since been a pain in Steve’s ass. In addition to hibernation sickness, Charizard needed physical therapy to get his strength back. Especially his flight muscles. Being in hibernation for so long left them too weak to lift him.

 While he may have needed the treatment the Pokemon refused to listen to Steve every time he tried to guide him through the exercises. Every day Charizard’s temper had gotten worse and worse, and Steve’s patience had worn thinner and thinner. Now they were here, a stalemate in his backyard, with Steve either dodging or extinguishing fireballs shot at him every time he tried to get close to him.

 “Listen,” Steve pitched his voice soft and cajoling, “You may not like the exercises, but you need them. If you’d just listen to me…” Steve took a few cautious steps forward as he spoke…and had to quickly duck to dodge a stream of fire shot at him.

 “You son of…overgrown…giant pain in…fucking sparkler.” Steve spat out half a dozen half-curses as he lay in the sand. Charizard wouldn’t try to hurt him, he was pretty sure, so he let himself lay on the ground and regain his composure.

 Once he was calmed down Steve got to his feet. Charizard was looking out at the ocean, his back turned to Steve. Not for the first time, Steve let his eyes scour over the pokémon. He had thin white scars scattered all around his black hide. Joy Kailani hadn’t been able to determine if they were left over from past battles…or something more sinister.

 Despite being thieves and criminals Team Rocket had been known, for the most part, to treat their pokémon fairly well. Pokémon Cruelty was one of the few things most members hadn’t been guilty of. Steve wasn’t so sure though. Some of the scars were jagged zigzags, others perfectly straight. Steve supposed they could have gone either way…but something in his gut didn’t sit right when he looked at them.

 Pokemon were tough creatures, tougher than normal animals, and rarely scarred. Either from battles or abuse. They weren’t questions Steve could answer today. Maybe not ever. With a sigh, he plucked the Premier ball off his belt and pointed it at Charizard.

 “Alright, asshole. I’m done with you for now. Return.” In a flash, Charizard returned to his ball, the only command he would follow. Once Charizard was safely tucked away on his belt Steve headed for the house. Only to find Danny standing on the lanai, two beers held by the necks in one hand and another single-hand extinguisher in the other.

 “How long have you been standing there?” Embarrassment crept up Steve’s spine as he spoke. He had been lucky thus far in that Danny, an accomplished League-level Trainer, hadn’t seen his floundering attempts to work with Charizard.

 “I got here around ‘candy ass roman candle’,” Danny replied, smiling slightly as he held out the beers.

 “So you pretty much got the whole show.” Steve sighed, taking the beer and dropping into one of the chairs.

 “If you say so, babe,” Danny replied, taking the other chair.

 “What the fuck am I doing Danny? I’m not a trainer. What in the hell made me think I could rehab a fucking Charizard?” Steve groaned, dropping his head into his hands, beer forgotten on the ground by his feet.

 “Charizards are considered one of the more stubborn fire types. But I have it good authority that you are far more stubborn than they are.” Danny replied quietly and Steve could hear the grin in his voice. Steve looked up from his hands to, indeed, find Danny smiling at him.

 “I’m serious Danny, I don’t know what I’m doing here. What do I do?” Steve didn’t expect Danny to have the answers but he didn’t know what else to do.

 “I’m gonna guess that the Center gave you all the technical information you needed. But left out the interpersonal info?” Danny guessed and Steve nodded.

 “They set me up with a Joy that specializes in rehabbing pokémon after extended hibernation, and another one for pokémon recovered from criminal organizations. Both are the mainland and neither has time to come out here for at least two months.”  Steve replied, finally cracking open his beer.

 “Have they been able to find out anything about him?” Danny asked, nodding at the ball on Steve’s belt.

 “The Jennies have been scouring their databases but they haven’t found any reports of a stolen shiny in the Charizard line. They figure that he was either a lucky find in the wild or part of one of their breeding programs. The data they pulled off the Lock Ball was pretty much useless, nothing about his origin or trainer. They know nothing about him. I’ve got Jerry looking at it just in case.” Steve offered.

 They were quiet long enough for Steve to recline back into his chair, eyes on the ocean, thoughts on the pokémon at his hip.

 “You’ve been with him for a few weeks now babe. What do you know about him,” Danny asked but Steve just shrugged his shoulders, “Come on babe, use your words.” Steve huffed and pulled Charizards ball off his belt.

 “I don’t know…He’s…he doesn’t like to follow orders, and he doesn’t seem to want me close to him…but…when he was sick and tired he didn’t seem to mind. As soon as he felt better he started acting out, hateful, and angry. He spits fire at me but I don’t think he actually wants to hurt me. He could if he wanted to, he’s a bit slow but he can get around on his feet just fine. The fire just keeps me at a distance.” Steve replied, gazing at the Premier Ball, rubbing his thumb over its smooth surface.

 “What’s that sound like to you?” Danny asked and once more Steve heard the grin in his voice. Danny glanced over at him and rolled his eyes as realization dawned on him.

 “He’s afraid,” Steve groaned out at his own stupidity, “The poor guy wakes up from hibernation and gets given to a guy he’s never met. One who starts barking orders at him the second he gets on his feet. How could I have been so stupid?” Steve felt like hitting his head on a tree. Danny just laughed.

 “Babe, you’re not stupid. You said it yourself, it’s been a long time since you had a ‘mon of your own. You guys weren’t together very long before…before you had to leave. Aside from that you’re used to military trained ‘mon, they never question an order.” Even though Danny wasn’t mocking or being a dick Steve still felt like a moron.

 “I just…I saw the problem but I didn’t see the bigger picture.” Steve replied quietly. This was what Danny was always telling him about. Not rushing in head first.

 “Your heart was in the right place Steve,” Danny rested a hand on his shoulder, Steve hadn’t realized he was standing up, “You just didn’t have all the intel. Now you do, now you can do better.” Steve lifted the hand that wasn’t holding Charizard’s ball to rest over Dannys.

 “You honestly think I can do this Danno?” Steve asked, not able to help how small his voice sounded.

 “I know you can babe, and if you need help all you have to do is call me,” Danny replied before leaning down to kiss his forehead.

 Steve's breath caught in his chest and his stomach swooped. This thing between him and Danny was new; delicate. After Danny’s disastrous affair with Rachel, and his own false imprisonment, the two of them pulled their heads out of their asses and started seeing one another. It had only been a few months but Steve liked to think they were doing well.

 “You uh…you wanna spend the night?” Steve asked as Danny straightened up. Despite sharing a bed numerous times they hadn’t done anything more than some heavy petting. Both of them were too inexperienced with male-on-male relationships to be comfortable with more just yet.

 “I’d love to babe, but I’ve got court in the morning. The drug bust from up on the North Shore.” Danny replied and Steve groaned again, he had forgotten about that. Danny and Kono were testifying.

 “This weekend?” Steve asked, stalling. He didn’t want Danny to go just yet.

 “Sounds good babe,” Danny replied with a squeeze of Steve’s shoulder, “I gotta go make sure my good jacket is pressed. I just wanted to stop in and check on you. I’ll see you tomorrow after court.” With that Danny let his hand fall from Steve’s shoulder and Steve watched him walk away.

Steve stayed outside, mulling over his recent revelation, as afternoon turned into the early evening. Leaving off his brooding about dinner time Steve headed inside and warmed up some leftover fish from the day before and mixed up a quick salad. With his food prepped Steve set about whipping something up for Charizard. The poke’ in question was still, mostly, on a Poke-Chow diet but Steve had recently started adding fresh berries and a grilled Magikarp fillet as well.

 The world, Steve thought, was a weird place. Pokémon fed on pokémon and animals fed on animals. They didn’t prey on each other and they didn’t interbreed, though would share territory. He wasn’t a zoologist, pokémon, or otherwise, so he wasn’t going to try to figure it out. Instead, he loaded up a tray with both of their food, a beer for him and grabbed a jug of fresh water for Charizard, and headed back outside.

  Sitting his food on the picnic table and Charizards on the ground nearby, he grabbed the pokes’ ball and triggered it. In a flash of white light, Charizard was standing before him, neck arched high as he prepared to pull in air.

 “Hold on, hold on. I just…I want to talk to you. Nothing else.” Steve rushed, hoping to forestall the oncoming fireball. He hadn’t brought his extinguisher with him, hoping to foster some trust. To his surprise, Charizard relaxed, a bit, but kept a wary eye on Steve.

 “Look…we got off on the wrong foot,” Steve started. He knew most pokémon understood, mostly, whatever human language they were brought up around but no one was ever sure how much, “And that’s my fault. I…I can’t imagine what you felt when you saw me. I’m not the trainer you knew. You wake up, sick, tired, and probably in pain; and a stranger starts barking orders at you the minute you feel better.

“I fucked up…and I apologize. What do you say that we calm down, have a bite to eat, and try to go from there?” Steve motioned to the big bowl of Poke-Chow, Berries, and Magikarp and the gallon jug of water nearby.

 Charizard moved to the food carefully, walking sideways so he didn’t turn his back to Steve, while Steve sat down at the picnic table. Steve watched, out of the corner of his eye, as the pokémon picked up the large metal bowl and sniffed at the contents. After a moment Charizard open his maw and breathed a small stream of fire onto the food, giving it a light char, before slowly digging in.

 As they ate Steve kept a surreptitious eye on the poke’. He was delighted that Charizard had stayed where Steve had placed the food, about six feet from the picnic table, as it was the closest the poke’ had allowed them to be in nearly a week. He was even more delighted when, after a few bites, Charizard sat down to eat instead of standing. It was small but Steve took it as a win. 

 The two of them finished their food at roughly the same time and Steve decided now would be a good time to talk, instead of waiting as he had planned.

 “I’m not much of a trainer,” Steve started quietly, looking past Charizard and out to the ocean, “I was gonna be when I was a kid. Had my starter pokémon. A Totadile. They aren’t native to the islands but…I wanted one so much my parents jumped through all the hoops needed to get me one. I loved that little guy. He was my best friend. I...I thought we were gonna be together forever.” A lump caught in Steve’s throat as he brought up the memories. He didn’t know what he was doing…he hadn’t even told Danny about this and here he was spilling his guts to an abused and ill Charizard that hated his guts.

 “Chaaar.” Charizard, who had been sitting with his head turned up; looking at the darkening sky, vocalized as he turned to look at Steve. Steve didn’t understand Pokémon but he felt like the question was clear.

 “I trained him solo for a few years, I wanted us to have a real connection before I formed a team. Just when I thought we were good enough to start including others…something happened and I got sent away. I…I couldn’t take him with me, so I left him here…with my Dad. I planned to have him sent to me later…but my dad ended up getting rid of him before I could. I dunno if he released him or gave him away. I never asked…I was too mad…too everything. I should have found out. But I never did.

“I don’t know how much of this you're getting. How much you understand. I just…I just wanted you to understand why I’m so bad at this. I never trained another pokémon after that. Never planned to. But then I found your ball on my beach, right out there.” Steve pointed out to the area where Charizard’s ball had been buried in the sand and the poke’s head snapped over to stare at the area. Steve realized then that he had never told Charizard how he came to be in Steve's possession.

 ‘I’m so fucking bad at this.’ Steve berated himself silently. Steve left off his story and told Charizard everything. How he had found his ball buried in the sand, taking it to the Center, finding out that it had once belonged to Team Rocket, (at the mention of the defunct criminal organization Charizard let out a low hiss Steve had, until now, only heard directed himself), and how they had to transfer him to a new ball to save him.

 “Your old ball was failing. They had to transfer you to a new one, to a new trainer, to save you. I was the only guy available,” Steve explained and Charizard once more turned to look at him, “I hadn’t planned to keep you. It was just going to be temporary, till we got you out of the ball and squared away. But when you materialized in the incubator, when I heard how sick you were and saw how weak you had gotten after being in hibernation for so long…I wanted to be the one to help you out. Help you get better. I should have known better. I’m not a trainer. I should have had them find someone better…or at least asked what you wanted.” Once more emotion choked Steve of words. He was fucking babbling and he hated it. He didn’t even know what he was trying to accomplish anymore. Every time he opened his mouth more words just spewed out, out of his control.

 “Char chaaaar.” Steve, having been staring down at his empty plate, looked up at Charizards vocalization. Charizard had moved close to the table and was looking between the bench and Steve pointedly. Swallowing his nerves Steve scooted closer to the fiery pokémon bit by bit. Once he was just outside touching distance Charizard gave a short huff. Steve got the message; close enough.

“As my Danno would say, big guy, we both have a truckload of issues,” Steve smiled and Charizard gave a short snort, “Why don’t we just...start over? I’ll stop barking orders at you like I’m your trainer, ‘cause I’m not, and you stop trying to roast me alive. Instead… let's just focus on getting you better. I see how you look at the sky, you wanna fly again, and I want to help you. Let's work together to get you there…and then we’ll find someone to take care of you...someone better than me. Sound like a plan?” Steve offered, though the idea of Charizard leaving soured his stomach, holding out his closed fist.

 Charizard just stared for a moment, looking between him, his outstretched fist, and the sky above.

 “Char.” Charizard vocalized with a nod after what had to be at least five minutes. Steve smiled and nodded in return. Before he could drop his fist Charizard reached out with one curled clawed foreleg and bumped it against Steve’s knuckles.

 “I dunno why I even did that,” Steve offered, feeling stupid, “Just felt right I guess.” Charizard didn’t respond, not that Steve expected him to, so Steve scooted away a bit before standing up and grabbing his dishes. He was surprised when Charizard picked up his bowl and started to follow Steve to the house.

 “The Center said it do you good to stay out of your ball as much as you can...you want to hangout out here for a bit while I clean up? You can go back in your ball when I head to bed.  Maybe this weekend we can set you up a nest if you wanna sleep out here.” Steve offered and Charizard gave a short nod. The pokémon sat his bowl on the ground between them before turning and lumbering back toward the surf.

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 Danny stood at the door of the lanai and watched as Charizard and Steve worked out. Charizard, understandably, wasn’t keen on new people. Even more understandably he didn’t like crowds. Given those issues the traditional rehab facilities on the islands were non-starters. So, in true Steve fashion, his partner had turned his backyard into a treatment area. Most of the ‘mons issues were general muscle weakness and a more pronounced weakness in the shoulder area and flight muscles.

 There was an area with pokémon grade weights and resistance bands, another with stackable benches for Charizard to do decline pushups, (Danny had been there when Steve showed the ‘mon how to do them. The look on Charzards face had been priceless), and a long section of the beach would never be the same after Charizard pounding it down as his ran laps back and forth near the water line. 

 As he watched, evening rehab was coming to an end. Charizard was laid out in the nest that he had helped Steve and the ‘mon set up a few weeks ago with Steve massaging the area around the base of his wings.

 Danny had caught the tail end of the rehab session. Steve had waved him over but he had elected to stay in the doorframe, watching. After the first few weeks of insane aggression, during which Danny had feared for both Steve and Charizard’s safety, the pair of them were now getting along famously.

 They still had their moments. Steve, by order of the Governor, was largely office-bound until the “Charizard Situation” as she called it was settled. The knowledge that the head of Five-0 had come into possession of a shiny Charizard had, so far, remained quiet. Shiny Pokemon were rare and sought after and a shiny Charizard would be a crown jewel for any crook, being worth at least five times its weight in cash. If not more.

 Which was another reason the normal rehab facilities wouldn’t have worked. No one wanted it out that Charizard existed until they were sure that the ‘mon could take care of itself. Or, barring that, be cleared to spend Steve’s work days in his ball. As it was the ‘mon was still only cleared to spend about four hours at a time inside its ball, with at least another four hours outside between. They got around the rule in the office by clearing out one of the larger storage areas in the basement for the pokémon to nest in.

 Charizard’s easy acceptance of the dark, dank, and windowless room, had had a souring effect on Steve’s mood. Danny could understand, back in Jersey he had broken up his fair share of Pokemon gangster dens. He had seen innocent ‘mons and animals in some of the worst conditions imaginable. So when Steve asked him to help spruce the area up for Charizard Danny readily accepted.

 “Yo Danno, give me hand,” Steve’s voice pulled Danny out of his thoughts, “Help me clean up so Princess here can rest.” Steve motioned at the yard, then at the Charizard. The ‘mon in question gave a half-hearted growl at Steve’s choice of nicknames but remained cozy in his nest.

 As Danny helped Steve pick up and organize the equipment he couldn’t help the bittersweet feeling in his chest. Charizard was progressing by leaps and bounds under Steve’s attention. Danny knew it wouldn’t be long before Charizard was flying again. On one hand, it was great. It’s what Steve had been working on for the better part of a month. Danny knew Steve would be ecstatic to see his, and Charizards’, hard work pay off. On the other hand, it meant Charizard wouldn’t be around much longer.

 Steve had told him all about the deal he had made with Charizard, about finding Charizard a place he could be safe and taken care of. Danny knew Steve had been relentlessly searching for just such a place. The current front runners were the Charicific Valley or one of the Lental Islands. Steve preferred these areas because Charizard could live free. In the valley, he’d be surrounded by his own kind and since the Lental Islands were No-Catch zones he’d never have to worry about humans again. He knew Steve had put out feelers to certain Professors and Researchers about trustworthy trainers as well, just in case Charizard didn’t want to live wild.

 Much to Danny’s upset Steve had, apparently, never considered that Charizard was already in a safe place with a trainer that could take care of him.

 Steve had told him time and again since they met that he wasn’t a trainer, but Danny knew that he had been. He had seen Steve’s files. Before the Navy, before his mother, before being sent away; Steve had been training a Totadile. And, according to the files, he had been doing a damn good job. Danny didn’t know what had happened to the ‘mon when Steve had been sent away…but whatever happened had been enough to turn Steve off the idea of raising another Pokemon.

 Danny wished Steve could see himself how he saw him, how their friends saw him. Steve, contrary to his own beliefs, was a trainer. Pokemon, wild or trained, tended to flock to Steve and hang on his words. Danny’s own team, all stubborn bastards (just like him) listened to Steve just as well as they did him. That alone was proof enough for Danny that he was in the right, of Steve being a natural-born trainer as well as his decision to date the SEAL. Danny’s ‘mon had never, ever responded to any of his girlfriends, or Rachel, with more than cool politeness.

 (He had briefly feared for his life during his ill-considered affair with Rachel. His team hadn’t been happy with him.)

 With the yard picked up the two of them headed inside, leaving Charizard to snooze in his nest. Once in the kitchen, Steve washed up and immediately started pulling together ingredients for Charizard’s supper. Being outside of his ball so often meant he needed to eat more so it was a good thing Berries and Magikarp were plentiful on the islands. Danny couldn’t help but smile as Steve bobbed around the kitchen with ease. His partner was humming along to a song in his head, nodding along with it as well, with a small grin on his face. Couple with the sweat shorts riding low on his hips and the soft worn and faded NAVY tank he was wearing Steve cut an attractive and achingly endearing figure.

 “Why don’t you just keep him?” The words were out of his mouth before Danny was even conscious of forming them and their effect of immediate. The relaxed and light atmosphere immediately became tense and filled with the kind of silence that was heavy and oppressive. Danny could have kicked himself as Steve’s posture became tense and the humming and head bopping stopped. He had, mostly, been able to keep his opinions of Steve’s “I’m not a Trainer” attitude to himself. Seeing every evidence to the contrary with Charizard though had made it harder and harder to keep his tongue. Especially when he saw the forced smile Steve glued on whenever he talked about Charizard leaving.

 “I’m not a Trainer, Danny. I dunno what I would do a poke’ of my own.” Steve gave the same tired answer Danny had heard a dozen times before. The monotone edged with defeat frustrated Danny so much he wanted to rip out his hair.

 Or maybe shove John McGarrett’s corpse in a Fossil Reviver just so he could punch him, (Danny pointedly ignored the fact that it wouldn’t work. The fantasy was too captivating).

 “Steven,” Danny began after taking a deep breath and counting to ten in his head, “You are my best friend. My Partner. My boyfriend, (Steve cringed at the “B word” he always said it made them sound like high schoolers), and I care about you deeply. So I say this will all respect and gentility that I can muster. That statement is bullshit.”

 “You care about me deeply Danno?” Steve’s posture relaxed a bit as he grinned over at Danny. Danny rolled his eyes before crossing to Steve’s side and pressing a kiss to the goof's cheek.

 “You know I do, you goober,” Danny replied as he hopped up on the counter next to Steve’s workspace, “That’s why I want you to hear me and consider what I’m saying. You’re rehabbing; and doing a stellar job of it, a Charizard. One of the most stubborn pokémon species in existence. And that is without being in hibernation for at least a decade, having been trained by a criminal organization, and being unable to fly. All those issues combined with a Charizard’s naturally prickly disposition? A trained professional couldn’t have done better.”

“You do know something about pokes’ with prickly dispositions Danno.” Danny had to admire Steve’s attempt at deflection as he nodded at the balls on Danny’s belt.

“I do,” Danny nodded with a smile, Steve had walked right into that one, “and my team likes you almost more than they do me. You are the only person they take orders from other than me. And that was before we started dating.”

 “Danny,” Steve sighed, setting aside the Berries and Magikarp fillets he had been dicing to face him fully, “Even if I wanted to keep him, and even if he wanted to stay with me; which he doesn’t, Hawaii isn’t safe for him. I’m not safe for him. As soon as it got out that the head of 5-0 had black Charizard, the crooks and gangsters would be out in full force.”

 “More than they already are?” Danny interrupted and it was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes.

 “My point is, Danno, that it wouldn’t be safe for him. I promised him somewhere he could be safe. Not somewhere he’d be under constant threat of theft or poaching. He isn’t safe with me.” At that Steve went back to prepping said pokémon’s food.

 It tore Danny up to hear Steve be so down on himself. Once again he found himself wishing that he knew what happened to Steve’s first pokémon to make him so hard on himself. He had some theories but he didn’t want to either snoop behind his partner’s back or push him to tell him something he clearly didn’t want to talk about.

 Danny did have some tact after all. Still, he couldn’t leave things how they were. He just had to do it carefully.

 “Look, Steve,” Danny pitched quietly, “I don’t know what happened to make you think less of yourself as a trainer, but you’re great with pokémon and you’re great with Charizard. I’m not gonna bug you about this anymore, but I’m gonna say one last thing first. I think you should consider keeping him. There’d be no safer place on the island than with you. With 5-0.” Steve smiled over at him as he spoke before looking back at his meal prep.

 “I will think about it Danno, for you. Despite you ignoring the fact that the big asshole doesn’t want to stay here. Charizard only puts up with me barking orders at him so he can fly again and get out of here.”

Steve went back to his prep, changing the topic to different types of Berries, and Danny looked out into the backyard.

 It was amazing how someone as smart as Steve could be such an unobservant dumbass.

###

Steve paced around the Pokemon Center’s waiting room, ignoring the looks of the other trainers, as he waited for Charizards' exam to finish. It had been a month since he and Charizard had started working together and the pokémon had recovered phenomenally fast. It was a testament to the pokes’ hardy nature and the exercises that the Center had given Steve to follow. Despite his progress though, despite their progress, Charizard still wasn’t flying.

 Danny, and everyone else, had been telling him not to worry about it. And he had been trying, really he had, but he couldn’t help but feel like he had screwed up somewhere along the line.

 “Commander McGarrett,” Joy Kailani called and Steve halted his pacing, “Charizard is all done. He’s perfectly healthy.” She held out Charizards' ball to him as she spoke.

 “That can’t be. You had to have missed something. Check him over again.” Steve demanded, not taking CHarizard’s ball.

 “Bliiiiseeeeey.” The Center’s Blissey, once again, appeared from nowhere at Steve’s side.

 “Can you put a fucking bell on her?” Steve asked as the fluffy pink poke’ glared at him in a frankly murderous way while turning an alarming shade of hot pink. Joy Kailani ignored him.

 “Commander, I checked Charizard over twice already. Frankly, I’m astounded at how quickly he recovered. I expected months of rehab. Whatever you did worked wonders. You should be extremely proud.” Steve finally took Charizard’s ball back, staring down at it as he spoke up.

“He’s not flying, if he’s perfectly healthy then why isn’t he flying?” Joy Kailani motioned to a pair of nearby chairs and Steve followed her to sit. Blissey toddled off to terrorize someone else. Steve wasn’t sorry to see her go.

“I saw the note about your concerns before I checked him over. To be honest with you, I don’t know why he isn’t flying. His wings and flight muscles are in perfect health, his biochemical levels are stable, and his flight bladder is perfectly functional. He may be afraid or nervous to fly after so long, or he might not even want to. Whatever the reason though, it isn’t physical. It’s nothing that you did.” Joy Kailani assured him softly but Steve just shook his head.

 That wasn’t it. Steve didn’t know jack about pokémon, not really, but he knew about longing. Charizard stared at the sky the same way Steve stared at the ocean when he went too long without a swim, the way Danny did every time New Jersey was brought up. Charizard wanted back in the air.

 “Where do we go from here? We can’t risk releasing him into the wild if he can’t fly and no Trainer is gonna take on a flightless Charizard.” Steve questioned and Joy Kailani gave him confused look.

“I…I was under the impression that Charizard was staying with you…permanently?” She asked and Steve had to sigh. Why did everyone keep thinking or insisting that Charizard was or should stay with him? He wasn’t a trainer. Despite what Danny, and apparently Joy Kailani thought, any idiot could follow the rehab guidelines. In fact, if Charizard wasn’t flying he obviously hadn’t done it correctly.

“Just…where do we go from here?” Steve asked again, he wasn’t getting into this debate. Again. Joy Kailani looked like she wanted to protest but eventually nodded.

 “I’ll look over his test result again, as well as his physical results. I’ll also reach out to some Joys I know that specialize in flying pokémon as well as those with trauma issues. The best thing I can advise you to do now though is to keep doing what you’ve been doing. It’s worked wonders so far.” With that she got up and walked away, leaving Steve unable to argue back.

 “Not wonderfully enough,” Steve murmured to the ball in his hand.

 “Bli bli.” Blissey’s soft, sweet vocalization nearly made Steve shoot out of the chair. Seriously, a fucking bell. Two bells. Ten bells.

 “I don’t speak demented-nurse-pokemon,” Steve told her. Blissey momentarily glared at him again before softening.

 “Bli bli.” She intoned once more, this time tapping Charizard’s ball before tapping him on the knee.

 “Yea still got nothing,” Steve replied, shaking his head.

 “Bli bli.” The Blissey vocalized again, tapping the ball and his knee more forcefully.

 “Hey, watch it. He pops out and he’s gonna cause a scene.” Steve held Charizard’s ball away from the pink pain in the ass.

 “Blis bli.” She huffed, giving him a glare that put him in mind of Danny, before turning and toddling away.

  Steve decided to beat a hasty retreat before she came back.

 ***

 Steve lay in the cool darkness of his room, Danny snoring slightly at his side, as he stared into the darkness of his ceiling. It had been two weeks since his last appointment with Charizard and the pokémon still wasn’t flying. Joy Kailani had gone back over all the info and still couldn’t find anything physically wrong. The people she had put him in touch with that dealt with trauma-based issues insisted Charizard would need to be transferred to them, on the mainland, before they could treat him.

 Steve had nixed that in the ass as soon as it had been mentioned. He wasn’t letting Charizard out of his sight until he knew the poke’ could take care of itself. If the Pokemon head shrinks wanted to treat him they could come to Hawaii.

 Since the last appointment though Charizard had regressed some. He was distant and snappish. Not as aggressive as he had been when they first started  out but he was definitely aggrieved. He didn’t know what to do. For now, Charizard was still going through the rehab routine and exercises but if he kept regressing, attitude-wise, it was only a matter before he refused to work with Steve. If he did that…Steve had no idea what to do. With a frustrated sigh Steve, gently, disentangled himself from Danny and sat up.

“Waz happ’nin? We getta call?” Danny’s sleep-slurred question made Steve grin.

“No Danno, just getting some water. Go back to sleep, I’ll be back soon.” Steve hushed his partner as he stood, pulling a pair of shorts on over his boxers. Danny just grumbled at him and pulled Steve’s pillow close so he could bury his face in it. Steve smiled and his heart swelled. He was briefly tempted to just crawl back into bed and scoop Danny into his arms, frustration forgotten. Now that he was up though he realized he really was thirsty.

 After a quick piss, Steve washed his hands and headed down to the kitchen. After a long drink, he filled up the glass again, deciding to take it upstairs in case he or Danny wanted a sip before morning.  Glancing out of the window before heading back upstairs Steve stopped short. He couldn’t see Charizards tail flame. Scanning what he could see of the backyard, knowing Charizard liked to go down to the beach, Steve still couldn’t see him.

 Steve grabbed Charizards ball from the counter near the door, and one of the tac knives he had hidden in the kitchen and headed outside. Distantly he knew he should wake Danny, in case of hostiles, but he didn’t want to overreact. He’d do a quick sweep, chances were Charizard was just out of sight of the window, and if he couldn’t find him he’d come back for Danny.

 The light from the lanai didn’t reach very far, and he had yet to get the solar light stakes that Danny had been harping about, but the sky was clear and the moon was mostly full. The yard outside of the lanai light was cast in a dim blue glow and, another time, Steve might have thought it was nice. Now though, pokeball clutched in one hand and tac-knife at the ready, he wished it was brighter. After doing a sweep of the immediate area Steve headed toward the beach. When grass gave way to sand Steve saw Charizards tracks and he followed them down to the water’s edge, where they disappeared into the surf.

 There was no sign of a struggle and Steve knew damn well that the poke’ wouldn’t get close enough to the water to get swept out by the tide. As Steve turned to head back, intent on waking up Danny, when he heard a roar overhead.

 Steve turned back to the water and snapped his gaze up to the sky. A shadow, with a bright spot of flame at its end, streaked across the moon and Steve’s heart leapt. Charizard was flying! Elation turned quickly to dread though as the shadow, as Charizard suddenly plummeted toward the water.

 ‘Fuck, he tried too much too fast,’ Steve’s mind raced, ‘If he hits the water at the speed...if his tail-flame goes out.’ Steve was ankle-deep in the water, intent on swimming out to Charizard despite knowing he couldn’t do anything, when the pokémon pulled up at the last moment. He watched in amazement as Charizard skimmed the surface of the water, heading straight toward Steve. Steve watched as Charizard slowed his approach, then pulled up to hover. Steve shielded his eyes from sand from Charizards wing flaps as the poke’ landed.

 “Charizard…this is great. You’re flying!” Steve cheered as he started toward the pokémon. Charizard though stepped back, eyeing him warily. Steve realized he was still holding his tac knife.

 “No, no don’t be afraid. Shit. Sorry,” Steve whipped the knife to the ground behind him, burying the blade in the sand before turning back to Charizard, “I didn’t see you and thought someone might have snatched you. I came to look for you. You should have waited till tomorrow to try your wings, that way I could have been here if you needed me.” Steve chided the big pokémon as he moved closer to him.

 Charizard still eyed him a bit but otherwise didn’t move as Steve came into arm's distance.

 “Are you feeling ok? It’s late but do you need a rub down? If you strained yourself it’ll set your progress back.” Steve rambled, feeling oddly like Danny. Charizard just gave a soft huff and gave a soft slap of his wings. Steve got the meaning, he was fine.

“Alright, alright, big guy. You’re fine. I get it. Can you at least wait till tomorrow morning to do any more flying?” Steve asked and Charizard gave another gentle huff before moving past toward his nest. Steve fell into step behind the pokémon, only then noticing the Wishiwashi dangling feebly from Charizards claws.

 “Midnight snack?” Steve questioned as they walked. Charizard halted briefly, holding up the wriggling fish pokémon as though he had forgotten he had it. Steve watched, slightly grossed out, as Charizard brought Wishiwashi to his maw before biting it in half and then swallowing both pieces.

 “I could have lived without seeing that at two in the morning,” Steve remarked.

 “What, and I can’t stress this enough, in the hell are you two doing out here?” Danny’s voice had Steve’s gaze snapping to the house. Danny was standing by the door in nothing but his black boxer briefs with Steve’s backup sidearm pointed at the ground.

 Steve really should not have found that visual as hot as he did.

 “Earth to McGarrett, come in McGarrett!” Steve snapped out of a brief fantasy he’d have to remember for later to answer Danny.

 “I was getting water and didn’t see Charizard, so I came out to check. He’s flying Danny! Flying well! How awesome is that?” Steve explained moving to, carefully, wrap Danny in a hug. Danny patted his back with one hand as he held Steve’s gun out to the side.

 “That’s great. Also, why the fuck would you hug a guy holding a goddamn gun?!” Danny exclaimed, pushing Steve back and setting the gun on the small table by the door.

 “I couldn’t help it. I was too excited,” Steve turned back to Charizard, “Now we can finalize plans to find you a permanent place!” At those words, Charizard whipped his head toward Steve and let out a menacing growl.

 “What the problem big guy, you hurt?” Steve made to move toward Charizard but Danny grabbed his arm, holding him in place.

 “I don’t think he’s hurt, not physically,” Danny replied but before Steve could ask what he meant Steve’s focus was pulled back to Charizard as the pokémon stomped over to them.

“CHAR!” Charizard growled out once he was about a yard away from him and Danny.

 “What’s wrong with you? This is what we’ve been working for, getting you healthy so we could find a safe place for you. Or a good trainer if you don’t want to live wild.” Steve offered, confused.

 “Babe, think about it.” Danny admonished from behind him. Steve glanced over his shoulder briefly but Danny’s eyes were on Charizard. Steve pulled his arm carefully from Danny’s grip and moved a few feet closer to the aggrieved pokémon.

 “I don’t understand.” Steve offered, not getting why Charizard was suddenly pissed at him. Charizard moved a bit closer and Steve moved to meet him, putting himself between the pokémon and Danny. Just in case. Charizard though halted and stared at Steve for a moment before lowering his head and jabbing Steve, gently, in his shoulder with his snout.

 Steve stood in shock. It was the first contact the pokemon had ever initiated. Charizard did it twice more, in rapid succession, each time a little stronger. On the fourth nudge, Steve raised his hand on instinct, only then realizing he was still clutching Charizard Ball in his hand.

 “I..I..what..” Steve trailed off, realization starting to dawn on him.

 “I think that’s his way of saying he’s already got a safe place, and a good trainer.” Danny offered, appearing at his side, taking his free hand.

 “Chaaaar.” Charizard let out a pleased rumble, almost a purr, and straightened up.

Steve stared between Danny, Charizard, and the Pokeball in his hand for several moments before speaking up.

 “But…I’m not a-“

 “Yes Babe, you are.” Danny interrupted just as Charizard let out a hissed “Zaaaar.”

 “I’m gonna fuck up, you need to know that,” Steve said quietly, looking from the Pokeball in his hand up to Charizard. He could feel the wetness at the corner of his eyes but ignored it for now, “I’ve not been with a poke’ in a long time. I’m gonna screw something up along the way. So if you change your mind, now or later, I’ll get it.” At that Charizard cocked his head to the side before turning and lumbering back toward his nest, stopping once to look over his shoulder at them.

 “Come’n babe, I wanna get back to bed.” Danny tugged at his arm, toward Charizards nest, not back to the house. Once at Charizards side the pokémon reached in and swept the brush piled at the back to the side, then turned and tipped his tail flame to illuminate the inside. Once his eyes adjusted Steve realized what the pokémon was showing him.

 Bones, charred and broken bones. Steve's pokenatomy was rusty but he was pretty sure he was looking at Magikarp bones.

 “What the” Steve started as realization dawned on him, “You’ve been flying before tonight, haven’t you?!” Steve demanded, staring over at Charizard.

 “Chaar char.” Charizard vocalized in what Steve was sure was a completely unrepentant growl.

 “Why the hell didn’t you show me before?” Steve growled out but Charizard just looked away. Danny, however, started laughing.

 “What's so funny,” Steve demanded as he turned to his partner, “I’ve been worried about him for weeks.” Danny continued to laugh for several seconds before he answered.

 “He didn’t want to leave, you dumbass. He’d probably been faking for weeks, hiding that he could fly, so he could stay here. With you.” Danny finally explained, gently, and Steve once more felt tears prick the corner of his eyes as he turned back to Charizard. Charizard was looking at him, head ducked and wings folded in.

 “I…I’d be really happy if you stayed,” Steve managed after a moment, “You’ll have to start meeting my team's pokes’, you’ll have to be able to get along with them. But you don’t have to be a Police Pokemon, you can just be my Partner.” Charizard perked up as Steve rambled. He looked; if Steve was reading it right, happy.

 “Why don’t we hash this all out tomorrow, after some sleep? I dunno about you two but it’s almost three am and I’m tired.” Danny spoke up and Steve was shocked when Charizard threw his head back and let out what could only be a raspy laugh.

 “Yea..yea that sounds good. I’ll make us all a big breakfast,” Steve offered as he looked between his partner and…his new pokémon, “Do you need help to fix your nest?” Steve asked, motioning the destroyed back side. Charizard though leaned his head forward and bopped his snout against Steve’s shoulder again.

 “You…you want in your ball?” Steve questioned, holding it up hesitantly. Charizard bobbed his head in a nod and Steve mirrored it.

 “R..return.” Steve managed around the lump in his throat.

 “Char…ZAR!” Charizard roared out as he dematerialized into the Premier Ball. Steve swallowed hard as he gazed at the pokeball. It somehow felt heavier in his hand, even though he knew it wasn’t.

 “Come on, babe. Let's get some sleep.” Steve let Danny take him by the arm, spin him around, and guide him back into the house. Steve was so overwhelmed with the enormity of the last few minutes that, if Danny hadn’t been leading him by the elbow, he’d have been bumping into walls and tripping over furniture. If he had been able to leave the backyard at all.

 Steve wasn’t able to pull himself together until Danny pulled Charizard’s ball from his hand, placing it on the bedside table, and tugged his shorts off; letting them fall to his ankles.

 “What, Danno, this ain’t the time.” Steve yelped, immediately feeling stupid when Danny laughed and pushed him back onto the bed.

 “Believe me, I know,” Danny smirked as he climbed over Steve to settle back on his side of the bed, “Our first-time nookie isn’t going to be in the wake of your Trainer Epiphany. I just want to go back to sleep and am trying to speed up the process by getting you into bed.”

 Steve wiggled and slid around until he was able to crawl back under the cover with Danny. Instead of pulling Danny back to him he instead shuffled a bit till he could rest his head on Danny’s shoulder, arm around his furry torso, and leg slatted between Dannys'.

 “I…I don’t even know what to say Danno.” Steve whispered into the dark.

 “You don’t have to babe. Not tonight, and not tomorrow. You just have to go with it. I’ll help you figure it out. We all will. For now, just accept you’ve got your own partner ‘mon. Tomorrow morning, after we sleep, shower, and have breakfast, we’ll figure out more.” Danny responded, warm stroking over his skin. Steve could tell by his voice that Danno was already starting to drift back off.

 “You’re right Danno. Sleep. You’re too chatty, keeping me up all night.” Steve joked, only to yelp when Danny pinched the back of his arm, near his armpit.

 “Go to sleep, you schmuck,” Danny ordered him quietly. Steve decided not to poke any more fun. Instead, he nuzzled into Danny’s hairy chest with a sigh and just let go.

 He needed his rest, after all. He was a Trainer now.

[ask-spidersisters]

“Holy Shit That Man Is Ugly”

Tara immediately perked up. She tilted her head and Inhaled sharply,

“Athena?! Holy shit! Did you see Teddy? Or the others?!”

Somewhere down a long hallway, not too far from where Scarlet Spider currently was in the security room, was a loud scream and stern voices shouting followed by a few loud noises and a cry, “restrain him, goddamnit!”

Tara couldn’t hear much, all she heard was Athena’s voice and weird muffled sounds coming from the comms-

“Uh- did you cough or something? What was that?”

-(+)-

Scarlet’s eyes darted to the door.

“One of the others most likely.”

One of her spider tracers pinged an alert located in that direction. She chose to set it aside for now, moving towards the controls for the doors.

“I’m opening the door, I’ll meet you in the hallway. Do not go anywhere without me.”

With the push of a couple of buttons, the door to the symbiote host’s room unlocked with several mechanical clicks. Scarlet Spider immediately pushed open the security room door, quickly walking into the hallway, wincing and holding one of her sides.

-(+)-

As soon as the door opened, she heard a hiss of delight from Karma as she darted out the door and into the hallway. At least they gave her grippy socks so she wasn’t sliding everywhere… The bad news is that they had to use bandages and medical tape to keep them on her legs so she wouldn’t try to strangle the scientists… like the first day she got here.

Whatever! No time to get mad about that- she immediately turned and saw Scarlet Spider limping down the hallway. She rolled her eyes and ran to her, putting a hand on her shoulder,

“Damn, they got ya, didn’t they?” She scoffed, “whatever- it’s fine- uhhh- shit- we gotta find everyone else-“

Another shout was heard down the hall.

—

“Keep him down!”

“No- NO!” The teen struggled against the tight restraints on the metal-like platform he was shoved on. Belts and metal bands across his waist and around his wrists and legs-

He felt a pair of gloved hands slam down on his head and forcefully turn it to the side, no matter how hard he tried. A web shot out from one of his wrists and a scientist screeched, only for another to dig their nails into his wrist and continue to hold him down. Another scientist held a syringe in one hand, letting a bit of liquid drain from it before he lowered the needle down to the side of the teen's head and poked through the skin-

—

Tara gritted her teeth and winced, “Fuck- ok- ok- this is fine-“

Karma swerved around and over her shoulder, baring her teeth,

“We don’t know where anyone is being kept, they relocated all of us that were in the main room- even Ravage in his shitty rinky dink glass box.”

-(+)-

Scarlet Spider flinched as the symbiote revealed itself, hovering around its host's shoulders. She released her side, pushing through the pain and standing straighter.

“I put out a bunch of my spider tracers to locate the others.”

She explained, bringing up a holographic screen projected by one of her web shooters.

“I got another ping a good distance away to our left.”

-(+)-

Tara and Karma both titled their heads at the same time at the holographic screen. Tara hummed and Karma let out a low growl before retreating out of sight.

“Alright, sounds good- let’s head over there before anything else starts happening-“

Tara paused before she took another step, she saw a figure up ahead. “The fuck-“

“Let’s not get hasty now,” the man hissed through barred fangs and grey, veiny skin. Features sunken in with glowing eyes. He slowly stepped out of the shadows with guards behind him.

“Unfortunately, I cannot let you go further. It would be against our orders,”

Tara scoffed, “Holy shit, that man is ugly-“

-(+)-

As soon as Tara had turned her spider-sense acted up. A hiss unconsciously started in her throat as she snapped into action, firing a dart at the walking corpse of a man as soon as Tara finished her remark.

-(+)-

The man flinched and was able to turn away from the dart with inhuman speed. He whipped his head back around and his eyes glowed, he bared his fangs and hissed, the guards behind him running past him and changing at the two before them.

Tara clutched her hands into fists as Karma crawled down and flexed her now-clawed fingers. She lifted her claws and jumped on one of the guards digging those claws into their neck until they were unmoving, staining her white attire with red splatters. Completely unflattering, but would have to do.

She turned her head to the side in time to shout for the other, “watch out!”

-(+)-

Scarlet Spider rushed forward to meet the guards, punching the first one hard in the gut, then webbing up the legs of another and swinging him around, crashing into a few oncoming from behind.

“Watch out!”

The vigilante’s spider-sense screamed as a blur of grey rushed towards her. She just barely managed to dodge his first attack, backpedaling to try and get some distance between them. The man hissed, his glowing eyes locked onto her as he lunged forward again. She managed to block a couple of punches with her forearms before trying to throw one of her own. Holy shit he was fast! She yelped as the unknown mutant managed to grab one of her arms, biting down hard before his eyes widened and he let go, literally shrieking as he backed away, spitting out her blood.

Right… radioactive blood.

Scarlet Spider quickly shot a couple of webs at the man, partially pinning himself to the wall as he shook his head, starting to recover from the unexpected taste and hissing louder.

-(+)-

Tara and Karma were able to fight off and either knock out or kill the other two guards- a figure flying past them and hissing as they were half stuck to the wall by webs.

Tara looked over at Athena and hummed,

“Wow, you look and taste like shit, who would have guessed,”

The man shook his head, hair in his face and eyes burning with rage as he continued to lunge forward, web slowly giving away as he swiped his hands and snapped his jaws, barely a hint of human anymore, all animal and no mercy.

“Fucking hell-“

She heard Karma hiss as the man lunged forward again, nearly free, and Tara took a few steps back, Karma already flexing her claws-

“I know what serum Gareth was given now-“

-(+)-

Scarlet clenched her teeth to bite back a remark as the man freed himself from her webs with a primal-sounding shout. She flipped out of the way as he lunged toward her, wincing as the wounds on her sides spiked in pain. She shot two more webs, catching the man’s clawed hands and sticking her feet to the ground as he pulled against them, resulting in a tug of war between the two super-powered individuals.

“Agh… Little help here?!?”

-(+)-

Tara squinted and lifted a brow, “Ew- but what if he gives me his weird vampire rabies?!”

“I like murder more than I like not getting rabies-“

Karma launched a tendril out from her host’s back and grabbed at the man’s arm, yanking him off balance so he would let go, and the vampire hissed as he was slammed down onto the ground, prone on his back.

-(+)-

As soon as he fell, Scarlet Spider launched herself forward, shooting a web next to him on the ground and dragging herself down, landing a brutal drop kick in the middle of the man’s chest. The resulting crack of his rib cage ringing in her ears as she caught her breath.

-(+)-

Tara raised a brow, lifting her arms in the air, eyes wide as she cringed down at the body.

“OH! Oh- huh….” She scooted over and poked the body with her foot,

“Ya. He’s dead,”

She looked up at Scarlet Spider with a hum, “didn’t think you had it in you!”

-(+)-

Scarlet Spider’s heart skipped a beat as she looked down at the fallen vampire, only starting up again when she saw the small rise and fall of his broken chest.

“He’s not dead… he…. He can heal fast right?”

-(+)-

Tara blinked a few times, staring at the downed vampire with her hands on her hips and a pout. She scrunched up her face and looked back up at Athena with a shrug and a hum.

“So? Why does it matter? It was self-defense!” Tara looked around,

“So uh… now what…”

-(+)-

Scarlet willed herself to shake off the shock, bringing up the map her spider tracers had created of the lab, setting the closest ping as the destination. She lightly grabbed on one of Tara’s arms as she walked past her.

“Follow me.”

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Stanley's hand drifts along Thursday's desk and to a pen, which he can't help but fidget with, pushing down on its button, up and down, click, click, click, it wasn't something he was thinking of doing, it was something he founs himself doing, it grounded him.

Stanley sits with that for a moment, what Cyrus said, himself covered in blood, Cyrus hovering over a dying body with Doomsday there, watching then probably getting revenge... Cyrus probably dying too...

Both of them cared if Stanley died. That was a weight Stanley wasn't used to baring, Narrator needed him yes but Narrator could and would kill him over and over with no issue, Stanley would always come back and they'd do it again, Stanley's life, a pulse in his veins and air in his lungs had been utterly worthless until now...

Now there were people who cared.

"You'd run a sword thorugh someone's head if they hurt me?" Was what raced it's way out of Stanley's mouth, he sounded touched but confused, he... Could tell that Cyrus tried very hard to like him and be kind, he had made that pretty clear but Stanley didn't expect Cyrus to go out of his way for him or be nearly as willing to physically hurt someone as Doomsday was.

"That's probably the wrong thing to focus on, sorry. I... You probably have a point, I probably would have, still wish there had been something else I could have done..." He... He would have probably rather have lost the arm than leave Cyrus with the injuries he had. His comfort with harm and hurting people was like a wild roulette between either alarmingly okay with even extreme violence or a extreme aversion to it, guilt even for necessary violence.

Stanley is watching Cyrus make the tea. Tea that was caffeinated would make him blood thirsty, how did anything caffeinated get in this office? Stanley knew he hadn't brought anything like that, then to his knowledge it was just Thursday and Doomsday and a few people who Stanley hadn't met yet. There was also Cyrus himself, but Stanley wasn't willing to consider Cyrus being that careless, someone else, someone who probably didn't know? Yeah, probably.

Stanley lets out a laugh, he didn't mean to but there was something so silly and endaring that Cyrus was sat there, drinking tea, thought to himself 'hm something is wrong with this' and kept drinking it because he likes tea that much, that sounded like something he'd do himself with something he liked.

"Well I'm glad that tea didn't go to waste, what's a arm & a eye to-" Stanley stopped mid way through his attempt at a joke, like it had just hit him what he was saying "...A cup of tea... I- that was funny in my head, sorry."

Stanley took the cup with a smile and a nod, taking a sip of the tea right away, Stanley's expression quickly went thorugh surprise, then a little panic and then calm as he for the first time in... So long, drank something hot, all he had been able to find in his office was water coolers and soda in machines that he had died a few times knocking over to try to get at the cans, not to mention the amount of times he had tried to drink something only to dry drown only a minute or two later because his body didn't remember even how to do basic functions, that... He wasn't sure, it was less time, like under a 1000 years that he had been moving around, using his arms and whatnot, making newer choices, it had been after he decided to return, decided a proper sequel was what he wanted, gotten that 'test achievement'

"I like it, thank you for the tea Cyrus." Stanley said, calm and content like his brain wasn't trying to remember the sensation of hot things, drinks and food, in his mouth, trying to get his brain to not panic or think of the baby burning game, his more recent experience with higher temperatures.

"...It'd be rude to ask what the needle teeth are for, won't it?" Stanley mumbled, more to himself than Cyrus, it was a odd feature at least to him.

He dipped the shortbread in his tea, softing it up, he didn't want to choke on food right now like he had with the cardboard cake incident, he had caused enough worry. Worry he didn't really know how to handle, he was looking at the cup instead of Cyrus as he voiced more of his fears, of what coulf have happened.

Bloody dead Stanley on the forest floor, Cyrus, probably dead a few feat away, Doomsday left alone having seen everything and doing in Cyrus. His own Narrator, wherever he was, alone, talking to himself, no one listening...

'The end is never the end is never the end is never the end-'

"I... I don't know if I can or not, there isn't exactly a manual to being the protagonist in some looping story that requires coming back everytime... For all I know my own Narrator had to fix me up everytime, or maybe I just mentally jumped into other Stanley's with other Narrators and... I'm rambling. Sorry."

I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry there wasn't another option, I'm sorry to bring him up, I'm sorry I look like your dead friend, that's probably making this worse, I'm sorry I don't know anything helpful. Sorry.

Stanley feels his gut drop and tie itself into knots when Cyrus opens the door, when he sees the damage he had done to Cyrus's eye, sure Doomsday had probably done more of the damage but hers was cleaner, a single hit from a large and assumed sharp weapon, meanwhile... Stanley's was messy, and repeated and... His fault, it was his fault Cyrus got hurt in that situation.

Stanley's expression very visibly shoes this guilt, Stanley's eyes widen when he spots the damage, his neutral frown goes a little deeper as he seems to be tripping over some words.

Stanley nods, mummering "Hello." And going to the seat he was directed to.

He nods again, some tea would earnestly be nice, even if he didn't deserve it "I... Could be doing better, honestly, I... Haven't had a long term injury in... Forever, basically." He corrected, he hoped that being honest would encourge Cyrus to do the same, because he doubted he was 'fine', that eye didn't look fine.

"I... Uh." Stanley wasn't sure how to reply to that, in his head the script would now be brush off the situation, take the apology and move on, he didn't know where this script was form or who wrote it or why it was so hot wired in his head, but he won't give into that today because holy hell he was confused.

"...That definitely wasn't either of our best moments... I- Your uh, sister? Said something about poison or drugs or something? I was getting hazy at that point, that's why you weren't yourself, yes?" He wasn't gonna ask about the Curator part of that yet, that felt not too relevant at the moment.

"And hey uh, I'm not mad you didn't mention you weren't human, honestly... I've kinda juat assumed if someone is or was a Narrator they're at least supernatural if not some sort of alien or interdimensional something or another, I'm just... Surprised by the details of that." The teeth were a very unpleasant surprise, his arm was still occasionally twitching a bit, one of them probably hit a nerve or something.

Stanley looked down at his arm, and then back at Cyrus

"And hey, I'm not broken up about the arm thing, I mean... Ha- uh- sorry, uh, um..." Stanley had thought of a funny, to him, but probably deeply inappropriate and probably hurtful.

"...I do forgive you, it is... Weird right now, I dunno if fine, but it's... Okay." Or it would be, maybe, he wasn't honestly sure, hey maybe he'd have cool scars now, he could say he had fought a... Something, not Cyrus.

"By the way, uh, sorry that Doomsday kicked you, that was... You weren't dangerous at all at, I mean, the sword was- I'm sorry you got hurt too, I should have been able to stop that, make sure neither of you got hurt."