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Exploring the Cutting-Edge Canyon Technology Products | Dreamworks Direct

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Canyon Wireless Chargers: Wireless charging has become increasingly popular due to its convenience and efficiency. Canyon offers a range of wireless chargers that are compatible with various devices, including smartphones, smartwatches, and earbuds. These chargers utilize advanced Qi wireless charging technology, allowing users to charge their devices without the hassle of cables and connectors. With sleek designs and fast-charging capabilities, Canyon wireless chargers are a must-have accessory for tech enthusiasts.

Canyon Bluetooth Speakers: Music lovers can rejoice with Canyon’s range of Bluetooth speakers that deliver exceptional sound quality and portability. These speakers are equipped with advanced Bluetooth technology, enabling seamless connectivity with smartphones, tablets, and laptops. Whether you’re hosting a party or enjoying some downtime, Canyon Bluetooth speakers offer immersive audio experiences with their powerful drivers and long-lasting battery life. Additionally, some models feature built-in microphones for hands-free calling and voice assistant integration.

Canyon Gaming Accessories: For avid gamers, Canyon offers an array of gaming accessories designed to enhance their gaming performance and overall experience. From gaming keyboards and mice to headsets and controllers, these products are tailored to meet the demands of both casual and professional gamers. With ergonomic designs, customizable RGB lighting effects, programmable buttons, and high-precision sensors, Canyon gaming accessories provide gamers with the tools they need to excel in their virtual adventures.

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the fact that you cant sort etsy by handmade objects anymore drives me crazy like i dont want some drop shipped bullshit i dont want some old stuff someone found in their basement i want handmade object. handmade. something someone made with their hand. handmade pottery. not a cup that looks like its from ikea. handmade. HANDMADE!!!!!!!

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casio crew

The use of branded watches in this category the people used watch to schedule the programs and our timing but many people use mobile phone to know the timing and schedule but if we wear watch continuously it will be a confidence for us but if we forget to wear it will be a negative we continuously  looking to our hand it will be not confident day the use watches are very high but it is very shy to ask people for the time so they dont wear watch they carry mobile phones but wearing a watch is special attachment and looking good its a confident look and the premium watch brands are costly watches to use the watches its is very use full to know the purpose of using watch all types of branded watches are available the uses watch are increasing day by day it is very high the use of watches 

What is a Mechanical Watch?

A mechanical watch is powered by a movement that requires no battery. Instead, it relies on a complex system of gears, springs, and rotors to keep time. There are two primary types of mechanical movements: manual and automatic.

Manual Movements: In a manual movement, the wearer must wind the crown to tighten the mainspring, which stores energy to drive the movement of the hands.

Automatic Movements: Also known as self-winding watches, these movements harness the energy generated by the wearer’s wrist movement to wind the mainspring, making it unnecessary to manually wind the watch as long as it’s being worn regularly.

Why Do People Love Mechanical Watches?

While quartz watches are often more accurate, less expensive, and require less maintenance, mechanical watches offer something unique that appeals to watch enthusiasts:

Craftsmanship and Engineering: The complexity of a mechanical movement is unparalleled. A typical mechanical watch contains dozens, sometimes hundreds, of tiny parts that must work together in perfect harmony to keep time. The craftsmanship involved in designing and assembling these movements is nothing short of extraordinary.

Tradition and Heritage: Many watch brands have been creating mechanical watches for centuries, and the traditions of these brands continue to this day. Owning a mechanical watch can be seen as owning a piece of history.

Emotional Connection: A mechanical watch is something that, with proper care, can last for generations. The idea of passing down a timepiece to a future generation makes mechanical watches sentimental objects. They become more than just timekeepers – they become part of a person’s legacy.

The Beauty of the Movement: Mechanical watches are often prized not only for their accuracy but also for the intricate beauty of their movements. Some watches come with transparent case backs that allow the wearer to see the gears and components in motion, providing a mesmerizing view of the mechanics at work.

A Connection to the Past: There’s something magical about winding a watch by hand or feeling the rotor spin inside an automatic timepiece. It’s a tactile experience that connects modern watch lovers with the horological traditions of the past.

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neocities guide - why you should build your own html website

do you miss the charm of the 90s/00s web where sites had actual personality instead of the same minimalistic theme? are you feeling drained by social media and the constant corporate monopoly of your data and time? do you want to be excited about the internet again? try neocities!!

what is neocities?

neocities is a free hosting website that lets you build your own html website from scratch, with total creative control. in their own words: "we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."

why should I make my own website?

web3 has been overtaken by capitalism & conformity. websites that once were meant to be fun online social spaces now exist solely to steal your data and sell you things. it sucks!! building a personal site is a great way to express yourself and take control of your online experience.

what would I even put on a website?

the best part about making your own site is that you can do literally whatever the hell you want! focus on a specific subject or make it a wild collection of all your interests. share your art! make a shrine for one of your interests! post a picture of every bird you see when you step outside! make a collection of your favorite blinkies! the world is your oyster !! here are some cool example sites to inspire you: recently updated neocities sites | it can be fun to just look through these and browse people's content! space bar | local interstellar dive bar creature feature | halloween & monsters big gulp supreme peanutbuttaz | personal site dragodiluna linwood | personal site patho grove | personal site

getting started: neocities/html guide

sound interesting? here are some guides to help you get started, especially if you aren't familiar with html/css sadgrl.online webmastery | a fantastic resource for getting started with html & web revival. also has a layout builder that you can use to start with in case starting from scratch is too intimidating web design in 4 minutes | good for learning coding basics w3schools | html tutorials templaterr | demo & html for basic web elements eggramen test pages | css page templates to get started with sadgrl background tiles | bg tiles rivendell background tiles | more free bg tiles

fun stuff to add to your site

want your site to be cool? here's some fun stuff that i've found blinkies-cafe | fantastic blinkie maker! (run by @transbro & @graphics-cafe) gificities | internet archive of 90s/00s web gifs internet bumper stickers | web bumper stickers momg | gif gallery 99 gif shop | 3d gifs 123 guestbook | add a guestbook for people to leave messages cbox | add a live chat box moon phases | track the phases of the moon gifypet | a little clickable page pet adopt a shroom | mushroom page pet tamaNOTchi | virtual pet crossword puzzle | daily crossword imood | track your mood neko | cute cat that chases your mouse pollcode | custom poll maker website hit counter | track how many visitors you have

web revival manifestos & communities

also, there's actually a pretty cool community of people out there who want to bring joy back to the web! melonland project | web project/community celebrating individual & joyful online experiences. Also has an online forum melonland intro to web revival | what is web revival? melonking manifesto | status cafe | share your current status nightfall city | online community onio.cafe | leave a message and enjoy the ambiance sadgrl internet manifesto | yesterweb internet manifesto | sadly defunct, still a great resource reclaiming online social spaces | great manifesto on cultivating your online experience

in conclusion

i want everyone to make a neocities site because it's fun af and i love seeing everyone's weird personal sites that they made outside of the control of capitalism :) say hi to me on neocities

EDIT: part 2!!

[dontforgetukraine]

Ukraine Donation Guide Master Post

(Ver. 2 updated Aug 13th, 2024) I will be reformatting this and adding more in the future when I have time.

Also a quick note, all of the groups I have found through twitter have been around long enough for them to be vetted by each other and the brigades they work with. In fact, a lot of these groups collaborate with each other too. Those that are in the fight for Ukraine have been diligent in calling out those that are grifters. Word spreads around quickly if an organization doesn't show up with what they promised. They also use their social media (often Twitter) as a means of transparency for their work.

Remember: When considering on whether to donate, always use your best judgement and donate to those you trust if you do not see what is listed is up to your standards.

Multi-Purpose

United 24 has various fundraisers dedicated to defense and drones, medical aid, rebuilding Ukraine, humanitarian demining, and science and education. You can pick which one you want to contribute to under their various projects.

Liberty Ukraine uses funds for humanitarian aid, medical supplies, protective gear and equipment, and rehabilitation therapy. You can choose which campaign of theirs to donate to.

Come Back Alive is a charitable foundation that supports Ukraine's military with competent assistance while also focusing on security and defense. They also have projects that use sports to help veterans rehabilitate. You can choose which campaign to donate to.

Serhiy Prytula Charity Foundation works to help both civilians and Ukraine's army. You can choose to donate to an active project or any of their general campaigns. Civilian aid campaigns cover temporary housing, supporting crisis and emergency responses, schools, demining, and healthcare. Military aid campaigns cover drones, optics units, communications equipment, and support of air defense teams.

Food Aid

World Central Kitchen works with local partners wherever they are providing food aid. They make sure meals and meal kits are what the local population eats. Even though there is no separate fundraising campaign for Ukraine (that I can see), they still do great work.

Animal Rescue

Hachiko Foundation works to help displaced pets and strays in frontline areas. They help with veterinary care, outdoor shelters, setting up feeding stations, and rehoming animals.

Medical Aid

Hospitallers (Website) is a volunteer organization of paramedics that was founded in 2014. They evacuate the wounded, provide medical aid on the frontlines, assist in rehabilitation, and transfer of the deceased to burial sites. They are also supported by Ukraine Charity. Visit Hospitallers' website to see how many they have evacuated, different methods you can donate, and more information about them.

Other

Saint Javelin (Twitter; Website) is a great place to get apparel, gear, and other cool loot to show your support for Ukraine. They don't take donations, but instead raise funds through their shop with a portion of their sales going towards humanitarian aid and critical items needed by the defenders (generators, pick-up trucks, medical supplies etc). Part of their shop has items made in Ukraine to support Ukrainian businesses. Overall, their products are high-quality. I include them due to their impactful presence in the Twitter community I follow and how they make Ukraine visible in an alternative way. Consider buying someone a gift from their shop.

The Kyiv Independent (Twitter; Website) is a great English language resource for news about Ukraine. I include them because I think supporting good journalism is incredibly important, especially now when the information space is fraught with Russian propaganda, misinformation, and disinformation. My followers have probably noticed I've pulled a lot of quotes from their stories in an effort to amplify Ukrainian voices and experiences. Look on their website for more information on different way to support them, such as their Patreon.

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If you're on twitter, there are a number of groups and people that fundraise for Ukraine and for specific units fighting on the frontlines. If there is no official website, a PayPal for donations is listed in their profiles. When considering on whether to donate, always use your best judgement and donate to those you trust if you do not see what is listed is up to your standards.

@/Teoyaomiquu almost always has a fundraiser for Liberty Ukraine with a specified purpose. At the time of writing this, he is currently raising funds for engineering equipment such as excavators. One such excavator is already in Kursk. Follow him to stay up to date with what he's fundraising for.

Dyga's Paw (Twitter: @/dzygaspaw) is a smaller group that has recently raised funds for starlinks, drones, batteries, and Ecoflow generators. You can look at the fundraising campaigns they currently have on their website.

@/DefactoHumanity represents and founded Planet of the People with their website U(a)nited for Freedom. She frequently posts updates about their fundraisers and what their partners need. They are known for providing Frontline medical aid supplies, protective equipment and other military aid, technical equipment (starlinks, drones, scopes, etc), and infrastructure equipment (generators, vehicles, power stations, etc). They even have a merch store of the battalions they partner with if that's your jam. Here is their link tree if you wish to explore more. And in case you're curious, there is an article bout the founder here.

@/wilendhornets (Website) specialize in making high quality drones that have gotten a lot of praise from Ukraine's army. They have attracted a lot of media attention too. Check out their website for the list of articles that have been written about them. Their Twitter is very active with strike footage.

Ants Kitchen Hub (@/ants_kyiv) is a volunteer kitchen that makes dry rations for the Ukrainian army. They are more active on their other social media. To learn more about them, check out their link tree.

@/frontlinekit (Front Line Kitchen) is represented by Richard Woodruff. Originally they made shelf stable food for the Ukrainian army, but now their fundraising has branched out to other campaigns such as raising funds for medical supplies and drones. They are a well known group that many battalions have come to for help.

@/bekamaciorowski (Rebekah Maciorowski) is as combat medic and nurse who helps provide medical care to soldiers and civillians at the frontlines. She raises funds for medical supplies and other equipment, but also helps train soldiers in first aid. More of her social media that features her work can be found in her link tree.

@/UkraineAidOps (Website) is another organization battalions frequently go to for help. They fundraise for all sorts of equipment from medical supplies to drones. If you're interested, they also have a shop with patches from different brigades and flags signed by soldiers. Their shop also includes a separate section called the Victory Gallery where artifacts from the war are turned into art. This includes shells that are painted on, scrap metal from downed enemy planes are turned into keychains, and pieces of a rocket are turned into lamps.

Chris Garrett is the co-founder of Prevail. His organization deals with humanitarian demining as well as training for trauma care, training of bomb disposal, and education to the public. Prevail works with local agencies in Ukraine as well as the army.

Project Konstantin (Twitter; Website; Linktree) is still going strong after the death of their founder, British paramedic Peter Fouché. His digital ghost can be found here. They collaborate with the military, thus giving them an insight into what is dearly needed. They often raise funds for starlinks, personalized first aid kits (IFAKs), generators, portable power stations, and other nonlethal military equipment. I regret forgetting them the first time this post went around. Visit their website to see everything they have done and more. It has more information on what and how they do it than this post can cover.

One Team One Fight (Twitter; Website; Linktree) has some of the original members that worked for Ukraine Aid Ops. They formed their own group after differences with the previous one, and are still helping Ukraine. They are very visible on various social media showing what they have accomplished in their deliveries to various brigades. They're another group that seeks to bring starlinks, drones, medical supplies and protective gear to the battalions that come to them for help. Check out their website for more information on their current fundraisers, their achievements, and received recognition.

NAFO 69th Sniffing Brigade (Twitter; Website) Another small group that focuses their funds on delivering drones, generators, vehicles, and saving the occasional furry companion. They are very diligent in their updates for their fundraising campaigns. Check out their website for more information and the articles written about them.

Postmaster General Boomer (Twitter; Website) focuses on humanitarian aid, animal aid, and logistics. Boomer is the beloved pet of one of the founders and the secret boss/mascot. They have many transparency reports and are diligent in reporting the various "tours" they do in getting supplies where they are needed to go. They are based in Germany but have built up many connections during their existence. They have also worked closely with Ukraine Aid Ops.

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I am sure I have forgotten some, so please reply or comment with any more I should add to this master post. I will edit and update as I see and evaluate more.

Last updated: Aug. 13th, 2024

Version updates listed below

August 13th, 2024 Added:

Hospitallers

Saint Javelin

The Kyiv Independent

Project Konstantin

1 Team 1 Fight

NAFO 69th Sniffing Brigade

Post Master General Boomer

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Shifting $677m from the banks to the people, every year, forever

I'll be in TUCSON, AZ from November 8-10: I'm the GUEST OF HONOR at the TUSCON SCIENCE FICTION CONVENTION.

"Switching costs" are one of the great underappreciated evils in our world: the more it costs you to change from one product or service to another, the worse the vendor, provider, or service you're using today can treat you without risking your business.

Businesses set out to keep switching costs as high as possible. Literally. Mark Zuckerberg's capos send him memos chortling about how Facebook's new photos feature will punish anyone who leaves for a rival service with the loss of all their family photos – meaning Zuck can torment those users for profit and they'll still stick around so long as the abuse is less bad than the loss of all their cherished memories:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/08/facebooks-secret-war-switching-costs

It's often hard to quantify switching costs. We can tell when they're high, say, if your landlord ties your internet service to your lease (splitting the profits with a shitty ISP that overcharges and underdelivers), the switching cost of getting a new internet provider is the cost of moving house. We can tell when they're low, too: you can switch from one podcatcher program to another just by exporting your list of subscriptions from the old one and importing it into the new one:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/16/keep-it-really-simple-stupid/#read-receipts-are-you-kidding-me-seriously-fuck-that-noise

But sometimes, economists can get a rough idea of the dollar value of high switching costs. For example, a group of economists working for the Consumer Finance Protection Bureau calculated that the hassle of changing banks is costing Americans at least $677m per year (see page 526):

https://files.consumerfinance.gov/f/documents/cfpb_personal-financial-data-rights-final-rule_2024-10.pdf

The CFPB economists used a very conservative methodology, so the number is likely higher, but let's stick with that figure for now. The switching costs of changing banks – determining which bank has the best deal for you, then transfering over your account histories, cards, payees, and automated bill payments – are costing everyday Americans more than half a billion dollars, every year.

Now, the CFPB wasn't gathering this data just to make you mad. They wanted to do something about all this money – to find a way to lower switching costs, and, in so doing, transfer all that money from bank shareholders and executives to the American public.

And that's just what they did. A newly finalized Personal Financial Data Rights rule will allow you to authorize third parties – other banks, comparison shopping sites, brokers, anyone who offers you a better deal, or help you find one – to request your account data from your bank. Your bank will be required to provide that data.

I loved this rule when they first proposed it:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/06/10/getting-things-done/#deliverism

And I like the final rule even better. They've really nailed this one, even down to the fine-grained details where interop wonks like me get very deep into the weeds. For example, a thorny problem with interop rules like this one is "who gets to decide how the interoperability works?" Where will the data-formats come from? How will we know they're fit for purpose?

This is a super-hard problem. If we put the monopolies whose power we're trying to undermine in charge of this, they can easily cheat by delivering data in uselessly obfuscated formats. For example, when I used California's privacy law to force Mailchimp to provide list of all the mailing lists I've been signed up for without my permission, they sent me thousands of folders containing more than 5,900 spreadsheets listing their internal serial numbers for the lists I'm on, with no way to find out what these lists are called or how to get off of them:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/07/22/degoogled/#kafka-as-a-service

So if we're not going to let the companies decide on data formats, who should be in charge of this? One possibility is to require the use of a standard, but again, which standard? We can ask a standards body to make a new standard, which they're often very good at, but not when the stakes are high like this. Standards bodies are very weak institutions that large companies are very good at capturing:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/30/weak-institutions/

Here's how the CFPB solved this: they listed out the characteristics of a good standards body, listed out the data types that the standard would have to encompass, and then told banks that so long as they used a standard from a good standards body that covered all the data-types, they'd be in the clear.

Once the rule is in effect, you'll be able to go to a comparison shopping site and authorize it to go to your bank for your transaction history, and then tell you which bank – out of all the banks in America – will pay you the most for your deposits and charge you the least for your debts. Then, after you open a new account, you can authorize the new bank to go back to your old bank and get all your data: payees, scheduled payments, payment history, all of it. Switching banks will be as easy as switching mobile phone carriers – just a few clicks and a few minutes' work to get your old number working on a phone with a new provider.

This will save Americans at least $677 million, every year. Which is to say, it will cost the banks at least $670 million every year.

Naturally, America's largest banks are suing to block the rule:

https://www.americanbanker.com/news/cfpbs-open-banking-rule-faces-suit-from-bank-policy-institute

Of course, the banks claim that they're only suing to protect you, and the $677m annual transfer from their investors to the public has nothing to do with it. The banks claim to be worried about bank-fraud, which is a real thing that we should be worried about. They say that an interoperability rule could make it easier for scammers to get at your data and even transfer your account to a sleazy fly-by-night operation without your consent. This is also true!

It is obviously true that a bad interop rule would be bad. But it doesn't follow that every interop rule is bad, or that it's impossible to make a good one. The CFPB has made a very good one.

For starters, you can't just authorize anyone to get your data. Eligible third parties have to meet stringent criteria and vetting. These third parties are only allowed to ask for the narrowest slice of your data needed to perform the task you've set for them. They aren't allowed to use that data for anything else, and as soon as they've finished, they must delete your data. You can also revoke their access to your data at any time, for any reason, with one click – none of this "call a customer service rep and wait on hold" nonsense.

What's more, if your bank has any doubts about a request for your data, they are empowered to (temporarily) refuse to provide it, until they confirm with you that everything is on the up-and-up.

I wrote about the lawsuit this week for @eff@mastodon.social's Deeplinks blog:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2024/10/no-matter-what-bank-says-its-your-money-your-data-and-your-choice

In that article, I point out the tedious, obvious ruses of securitywashing and privacywashing, where a company insists that its most abusive, exploitative, invasive conduct can't be challenged because that would expose their customers to security and privacy risks. This is such bullshit.

It's bullshit when printer companies say they can't let you use third party ink – for your own good:

https://arstechnica.com/gadgets/2024/01/hp-ceo-blocking-third-party-ink-from-printers-fights-viruses/

It's bullshit when car companies say they can't let you use third party mechanics – for your own good:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/03/rip-david-graeber/#rolling-surveillance-platforms

It's bullshit when Apple says they can't let you use third party app stores – for your own good:

https://www.eff.org/document/letter-bruce-schneier-senate-judiciary-regarding-app-store-security

It's bullshit when Facebook says you can't independently monitor the paid disinformation in your feed – for your own good:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/05/comprehensive-sex-ed/#quis-custodiet-ipsos-zuck

And it's bullshit when the banks say you can't change to a bank that charges you less, and pays you more – for your own good.

CFPB boss Rohit Chopra is part of a cohort of Biden enforcers who've hit upon a devastatingly effective tactic for fighting corporate power: they read the law and found out what they're allowed to do, and then did it:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/23/getting-stuff-done/#praxis

The CFPB was created in 2010 with the passage of the Consumer Financial Protection Act, which specifically empowers the CFPB to make this kind of data-sharing rule. Back when the CFPA was in Congress, the banks howled about this rule, whining that they were being forced to share their data with their competitors.

But your account data isn't your bank's data. It's your data. And the CFPB is gonna let you have it, and they're gonna save you and your fellow Americans at least $677m/year – forever.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/11/01/bankshot/#personal-financial-data-rights

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Vander x Reader - 5 Years Later...(Part 2)

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Part 2 to my Vander x Reader series - Part 1

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Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of grief, feeling of dega-vu

You knew the Undercity wasn’t the safest of places to go, at least that’s what your father had always told you. 

So why were you down here? 

Because as much as you appreciated your fathers protectiveness, what type of friend would you be if you let one of your closest friends go down there alone? 

A pretty shit one. 

Which is why, despite the risks, you went with Jayce down to the Undercity. 

Besides, seeing as you were training to be an Enforcer and Jayce was just a student at the academy it was basically your job to escort him and make sure that nothing happened to him; that’s at least what you’d tell Greyson if she asked where you’d been…and your parents, if they asked which you hoped they wouldn’t. 

“Remind me where we’re going?” You asked in a slightly hushed tone as the two of you turned a corner walking down a dimly lit alley, before 

“I need to get some supplies for a project I’m working on,” Jayce answered simply; with an optimistic gleam in his eyes. 

“What project?” you inquired, unable to keep your curiosity at bay; it had certainly been a while since you’d seen Jayce this excited about a project.

“It’s best I don’t tell you, until I can get it working,” he replied; his answer only furthering your curiosity, but perhaps it was for the best for you to know as little as possible…especially if the academy wasn’t aware of it, which by the seams of things, they weren’t. The less you knew the better; though it still played on your mind as the two of you continued walking through the Undercity.  

To most people the Undercity was just an underdeveloped land across the river, deep in the canyons,  beneath Piltover, filled with misfits and thugs; but as you walked through the lanes of the Undercity, you couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it. 

The beauty of how vibrant the lights atop of the shops shone in the darkness; the difference of industrial architecture, making each building its own, if only in a little way.

It was different from Piltover, of course, but beautiful nevertheless. 

Since you'd arrived down here you couldn’t shake this feeling of deja-vu…like you’d been here before. 

It was odd. 

You’d never been down here; not once; so why did it feel so familiar?

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realised Jayce had stopped walking until you walked into the back of him. 

“Sorry,” you whispered, hearing a small chuckle fall from his lips. 

“Lost in your own world again?” he teased, turning around to look at you. 

You simply rolled your eyes at his comment and looked at the building you’d stopped outside; a pawn shop. 

You shot Jayce a confused look; you didn’t understand what this place had that any of the shops in Piltover didn’t; except from some anonymity. 

Down here no one knew him. 

But that only caused the curiosity you had about his project to grow. 

“Stay out here, I won’t be long,” he said before disappearing inside the shop. 

You went to follow him, before you heard a song in the distance, that halted your steps. 

You knew it. 

But you were certain you’d never heard it before…

How did you know a song from the Undercity? 

You turned on your heel, following the sound of the song; you knew it was risky, venturing off into the Undercity alone and you knew Jayce would be worried if he came back outside and noticed you gone, but you couldn’t help it. 

It was like your feet had a mind of their own and before you knew it, you’d come to the source of the music, it was a bar, or at least that’s what you assumed it was seeing as it was called ‘The Last Drop’ and had a logo of a tankard in the middle of the name. 

‘Why does this place seem so familiar?’ you thought to yourself, your eyes narrowing as you stared at the building in front of you. 

You were about to take another step, before you felt someone grab ahold of your wrist; instinctively your training kicked in and your guard went up, ready to fight. 

That was until you saw that it was Jayce who was holding your wrist; he was panting slightly with a worried look in his eyes, “I thought something had happened to you.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, guilt washing over you, “I didn’t mean to worry you,” 

“It’s okay,” he answered softly, tugging on your wrist slightly, leading you away from the bar, “Let’s just get out of here.”

And with that the two of you made your way past the pawn shop Jayce had been in, passing a little boy with white hair leaning against the wall, he had a proud smile on his face that was until he saw you. 

You waved at him politely, confused about why he was staring at you; but the little boy said nothing, he just continued to stare at you, his mouth hanging slightly agape as you vanished out of his view. 

All you could think about as you made your way back to Piltover was how strange today had truly been. 

The deja-vu, the song, the bar, the little boy….none of it was making any sense….

~~~~~~

Vander hated seeing Vi hurt; he also hated that she was a mirror image of how he was when he was younger, so eager to rebel against the topsiders…but it wasn’t that simple. 

That’s what he was trying to get her to understand.

Every action had a consequence. 

He knew that better than anyone. 

He was the one who was too stubborn to call off the uprising, because he wanted to show Piltover that they were worthy of not being left behind on all the grand new ventures Piltover were indulging in; and because of that, he lost so many people that were close to him. 

But no ones ghost was more haunting than yours. 

He just needed Vi to understand that violence wasn’t the way to play this. 

He knew Greyson would probably be paying him a visit soon; the kids, unintentionally, broke an agreement that he’d made with the current sheriff of Piltover, to keep a peace between topside and the Lanes. 

A peace that was now hanging by a thread. 

Once he was sure Vi’s injuries were clean, he rose from the table and began putting away the supplies he’d used to clean her cuts. 

“Vander…there’s something else,” Vi began, halting Vanders movements and making his attention focus back on her. 

“Go on,” he  said calmly, though in his mind he was dreading the next words that were going to come out of her mouth; she’d just been part of blowing up a building in Piltover, what more could there be.

“Ekko said….he said he saw Y/n,” 

Her words short-circuited his mind at the mention of your name.

“What?” he asked; thinking that maybe, somehow, he’d misheard what Vi had said. 

“He said he saw Y/n walking with that topside guy that came into the shop,” she repeated, noticing how Vanders eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to process her words. 

“That was partly why I went up there….to see if she was there,” she continued, rising from her seat, walking over to Vander and placing her hand on his arm. 

She knew how much Vander loved you. 

She knew how much losing you broke him. 

She knew how much losing you hurt both her and Powder; who’d grown so close to you in the few years prior to the uprising. 

That’s why she wanted to be sure that Ekko wasn’t wrong; she’d barely believed him herself when he first told her, but before the explosion happened, she was sure she heard your voice; but without actually seeing you, she couldn't be sure if it was you or if it was just the wishful thinking in her mind.

“She’s dead, Vi,” Vander stated; his voice remaining balanced; although the look in his eyes showed a growing sadness. 

“You’ve never believed that,” 

It wasn’t a lie; he didn’t believe it. 

He might’ve said that you were dead; but Vi knew that deep in his heart, he had never believed it.

He never found your body; and without your body, he could still cling on to the hope that you were alive. 

Vi never really understood why he couldn’t believe your death was real; but now she knew that he was right all along. 

“Ekko got it wrong, it can’t have been her.”

“Vander, he knows what she looks like….” Vi tried to counter, they all knew what you looked like from the photos Vander kept of the two of you; but Vander just went back to putting away the medical supplies before heading to the stairs. 

“He got it wrong,” he answered back, slightly harsher than he’d intended to,before leaving the basement entirely and heading to his own room. 

He all but collapsed onto the side of your bed; his eyes landing on the photo of you he kept on his bedside table. 

You were dead.

That’s what he kept telling himself. 

That’s what he'd had to tell himself for the last five years to keep his own sanity. 

But there was a little voice in the back of his head, a voice that reignited his failing hope…what if you weren’t…what if what Ekko said was true…?

Vander didn’t know what to believe….the memories from that day flooding back into his mind as the pain he’d felt re-entered his heart, tears fell from the Hound Of The Undergrounds eyes, as he tried to work out what to believe. 

What if all these years you’d been alive? 

Why were you in Piltover? 

Why hadn’t you come back to him? 

Did you blame him for what happened on the bridge….did you blame him for the deaths so many people had succumbed to…? 

Is that why you never came home?

So many thoughts were running through his mind; but even if his mind hadn’t settled on a decision, his heart had; he needed to find out the truth. 

And he would; just as soon as he’d smoothed everything out with Greyson about today's incident.

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[cutehoons02]

Criminal love

*pairing: illegal racer driver Jake x police Girl

*trope: fratboy/oppositive attraction

*synopsis: Having Jake Sim as a neighbor was exhausting, he showed himself as the perfect neighbor that everyone would want: quiet, greeted the old ladies of the neighborhood, always helped those who were in trouble but you had realized that under that face there was something hidden, Perhaps your sixth sense as a novice cop was not entirely so wrong. What if your boss wants to arrest and figure out who the thugs are that run illegal races outside town but these illegal race drivers know your secret, especially your neighbours?

*tags: Lots of tension, the protagonist does not trust Jake, Jake is a pervert but in the end also a good guy, they tease each other, illegal rides, masturbation (semi-public: in car at night) f. receives it, kisses, blackmail, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) +18, sucking on the head,stalking,obsession, pet names (princess, police officer) (jakey,thug) fluffy

(English is not my native language)

Jungwon pt

10.3k (🚔)

You were sitting at your desk, a cup of coffee in your hands, while your supervisor threw a file on your desk. Your supervisor looked at you and started talking to you and two other novices who had passed the state police trials with you: -These guys are becoming a problem, Every month, large cars are stolen and then modified to run and have illegal races outside the city! -

You browsed through the curious photos and there were black sports cars, neon lights, people dancing around bonfires and at the top of the page there were 7 guys with masks or hoods on their eyes. No faces, only speed, tire smoke, and chaos.

"Illegal races? I thought they were only in movies like Fast and Furious, not in real life," you said, curiously. Your supervisor laughed and continued -And clandestine parties outside of Seoul. Nobody knows who they are, but they use nicknames. We heard them on the radio: "Wildcat", "Ghost", "Hawk" and "Joker". These 4 are the best for now but every 6 months they make some tournament to qualify and we know that the other 3 who don't have nicknames are also entering that world; the only thing we know is their nicknames and age ranging from 19 to 23.- And your supervisor sighs

-The problem is that they are unbreakable. Fast, careful, and, as far as we know, never get arrested.- Nod slowly, the thought that torments you is one: what would happen if you found out that one of them was someone you knew?

-I want you to research them from morning to night, the addresses for races are sent on encrypted sites and every weekend they change zone and code to enter. You and the other two colleagues gave "Yes, sir" and left the room.

The automatic door of the convenience store opens with a beep and you head to the instant ramen shelf. The shop is almost empty, the only sound is the local radio that the salesman left on.

Radio: ... according to rumors, a new clandestine race could take place in a few days in the streets outside Seoul. Most expected names? The King of Escapes, "Joker", the night predator "Wildcat", the track ghost "Ghost" and, of course, the elusive "Hawk".

You froze instantly, even the radio was talking about it? Were seriously so famous? and your gaze remains fixed on the ramen you had just taken. Those words, those names...

Until you heard a voice as familiar as that made you look up

«Interesting news, right? I thought that for the radio they put only K-pop!»

Across the aisle, between the shelves, Jake was leaning carelessly against one of the shelves. He wore a grey sweatshirt, his hair slightly ruffled, and eyes that looked at you with a deviated glow. You may be wondering who is this Jake, in plain words is your neighbor and was the representation of the good guy from the neighborhood but your intuition as a cop had always told you to be careful about that kid because you knew he was hiding something. He’s got you and you feel the pulse.

«You are thinking. Something wrong?»

"No. Just tired." Jake smiled softly, pushing himself away from the shelf and approaching a few steps

«Ah, I see. A long day to follow the bad guys, huh?»

You feel a shiver. There is something in the way he says it, something too... conscious.

Jake reaches out and takes a can of iced coffee from the shelf next to you and his arm touches yours for an instant too long.

«You know, you should relax a little bit more. It would be good for you.»

You squeezed the ramen and knew you had to get away but could not take your eyes off him.

«Need a picture of me? That lasts longer.»

His voice is low and playful. He says it with such a confident air that you look up to the sky, but the heat that rises in your face betrays you.

"Are you always so full of yourself?"

«Only when I have an audience worth it!» he said laughing

"And you, Jake... what do you think of illegal racing?" you said pointing at the device of the radio above your heads

For a moment, a very short moment, you noticed a change in his eyes. Something that slipped away, like a shadow. But then he smiles, that usual golden boy expression that deceives everyone.

«Oh, they’re not my type. I’m an engineering student, you know? I have more serious things to think about.»

"Really? So you’re not interested? Not even a little bit?"

Jake bends his head, looking at you carefully, as if he is trying to figure out how far you are pushing the game.

«Well... If I had the time, I think I would go there at least once. It must be fun, right? The thrill of speed, adrenaline, risk... Certainly a nice show.»

You stared at him and if he was lying, he was damn good at it.

"You know what? We could go together."

Jake pauses for a second, then laughs softly, lowering his chin slightly as he looks at you with new interest.

«You... want to go to a clandestine competition? Isn’t it against your social status as a cop? Don’t tell me you want to go there just to arrest those 4 who compete!»

"Well, in a way you’re right I shouldn’t go because I should report immediately but why not? You’re the one who says it could be interesting and if they don’t find me I could first try their territory and then have some evidence to arrest them"

Jake steps forward and you don’t move and your breathing slows down as he approaches, the warmth of his body a few inches away.

«No, no, no... you see, you shouldn’t go to places like that. Not even if you wanted to arrest one of those four pilots»

He raises his hand and, very slowly, touches your cheek. The touch is light, barely perceptible, but you feel a shiver along your back. The thumb moves for a moment on your skin, and then it moves over your hair, making it slide between your fingers.

«Especially a good girl like you.» His voice is a whisper now. A sharp blade wrapped in velvet. «Especially a first-time cop.»

"How do you know I’m a rookie?"

Jake smiles again. But this time there is something darker in that lip curve.

«Because you see. I bet that you will be my age or maybe you are even smaller than me and believe me... In such a place, they would eat you in one bite.» Something in the way he says it, the way he looks at you made you feel like you were being discovered. As if he knew everything about her, while you knew nothing about him... anything.

«But it’s adorable that you want to play the game of finding the bad guys in the story, but maybe there is someone out there who is more evil than just kids who enjoy running with illegal cars!»

And with that, he turns and leaves, leaving you there, with the ramen still in his hand and his heart beating too fast and with the knowledge that he knew too much about you and maybe even your secret.

The lair is illuminated by cold neon lights, casting long shadows on parked cars. The monitors along the wall show maps, photos, and detailed information. An entire wall is dedicated to their "interests": cops looking for them, rivals, people who could be a problem; and in the center of the board, among the many faces, there is one that attracts more than all the eyes of Jake.

Your.

Jake is sitting in his usual chair, with legs stretched out and a lighter between his fingers. Heeseung browsed some cards, Jay was sitting on the hood of a car, and Sunghoon was quietly watching the codes of future races that were to send in encrypted sites.

'So... your lovely neighbor is a cop. And she has a brother who works with the city scum', said Sunghoon

-Life is ironic, huh?- smiled Heeseung as he browsed through the envelope of your personal information

<Who knows, that someone who is not the police has managed to find out his secret> said Jay laughing

Jake smiles softly, his eyes fixed on your picture. He already knows the answer.

«Oh, she knows. He just tries to ignore him. She pretends that his brother is not a problem. Who has no blood on his hands but every day she lives with that fear of being discovered»

It slowly rises, approaches the wall, and with two fingers slides over your image. The thumb touches the edge of the photo as if it is stroking you.

«She wants to be a good girl and at the same time a good cop. But having a gangster in the family... makes everything more complicated, right?»

'So? What do you want to do with it?' asked Sunghoon

Jake turns with a smirk on his lips «She’s smart. Stubborn. If she finds out about us, she’ll start digging.»

<And if he digs too much?> said Jay

«... Then I’ll show her what her don’t want to see.»

Jake takes another picture from under the ballot: it’s your brother. A man he knows in the streets, who doesn’t just run.

«If he turns against me, he will know that I am not the greatest danger in his life.»

Jay whistles quietly and he says no with his head <You know this thing is sick, right?>

«Oh, come tell me when you have a cop who looks at you with suspicion and desire at the same time.» Sunghoon shakes his head with a half smile. 'What if instead you end up wanting it just for yourself?'

Jake freezes for a second. Then he laughs softly. «Isn’t that the same thing? Let him find out who I am. In fact... I can’t wait.»

Heeseung looked at him and said: -Don’t play with the fire Jake, we know you’re good at beating the cops but when you’ve got them on your ass and when feelings come into play it’s harder to beat them-

The air was fresh, typical of late September nights, with a light breeze lifting the dust off the asphalt. The lights of the city faded in the distance as the road stretched out before you and your best friend, your only companion in this madness.

'Tell me again why are we doing this thing?' she asked your friend

"Because I want to see who they are. I want to know who is behind those faces and nicknames. I want to catch them."

Your best friend chuckled. 'Are you sure you don’t just want the adrenaline?'

The shiver of danger was a thin flame under your skin, something that made you feel alive. Yet, there was more. There was Jake.

He left you with too many questions. He studied you too well. How did he know so much about you? And if he had anything to do with it, you should have found out.

You had been trying for days to get to the underground race. You’d lied, gone around private chats, pretended to be someone else. You finally got the invitation. But what you didn’t know was that they knew about you long before you tried to look for them.

When you arrived, the air was vibrating with the roar of the engines.

Purple and blue neon lights lit up isolated streets, sports cars parked everywhere, crowds screaming and betting.

Your best friend came to you, with bright eyes. 'It’s crazy. It feels like you’re in a movie.' You looked around, and the pulse slightly accelerated. You had to spot the pilots. You were supposed to find him and it didn’t take long. Jake was there, leaning on his car, a black Nissan Skyline with red details, a cigarette between his fingers, and a look that was too smug.

He had seen you. He was waiting for you. And he wasn’t alone. Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jay... they were all there. All the pilots. The guys you were trying to frame.

A shiver ran through your back and there was something wrong, unaware of everything your best friend gave you an elbow push. 'Wow, look at that one. It looks like he’s eating you with his eyes.'

Jake.

Smiled. A smile that promised nothing good and at that moment you realized it was a trap, It was a breeze to know where the illegal race was when you had put your false data and knew that one of those 4 knew how to work with the dark web and they had you trapped rather attracted in their sick world. They wanted you to come and let you find the invitation.

The air was thick with excitement and tension. The roar of the engines became louder, vibrations in the asphalt under my feet. But the only thing you felt was Jake, he was there, leaning on his car, talking to someone, but he didn’t even look at you.

The boy next door, the one with the golden retriever smile and sweet eyes, was gone. In his place there was someone else, someone who did not glance at you as if you did not exist yet, you could not take your eyes off him. The way a hand passed through his hair.

The way his sweatshirt fell perfectly on him, leaving a silver chain under his dark shirt and dark glasses that made him look like a thug. The way you knew he was doing this on purpose was pissing you off but also killing you, but you would never admit it.

One shot, you were stuck, your heart popping. Instinctively, you leaned on your best friend, feeling her hand wrap around your waist.

'It’s all right,' she whispered. 'It’s just the signal of departure.'

Sure. You knew it. You were a police officer. Yet, the sound of the shot had paralyzed you for a moment. A memory. A fear you never admitted.

The cars sprinted forward.

People around you were yelling, betting, and filming with phones. The adrenaline was electric in the air and cars moved like lightning, dangerous curves faced at impossible speeds. But your eyes were only on Jake.

Second off, you saw him push his car over the limit, gaining valuable meters. Then came that curve-one of the worst. Sunghoon was in front, ready to close every gap but Jake didn’t brake and with an impossible detachment, he slipped inside at the last second, overtaking him with a maneuver that no one would ever have risked.

The crowd exploded moments later, crossed the finish line first and you felt the adrenaline in your blood, as if you had run too.

You moved without thinking as your best girl yelled to you to come back and you crossed the crowd that was crowded around the drivers, hearing people talking excited about the race. Someone tried to stop you, but you ignored them until you went to Jake, he was there, leaning against his car, bottle of water in hand, as if he had not just risked his life in a crazy run.

"You are completely out of your mind!" you exploded as you approached him.

Jake looked up slowly, surprised by your presence, and then smiled. That damn smile.

«Oh, you worried about me? I have a pretty neighbor who babysits for me!» Was that a game for him?

"That maneuver was a suicide! Are you aware of what could have happened if you had been wrong by one millimeter?"

Jake drank a sip of water, then ran his hand through his sweat-soaked hair. «But I was right.»

"That’s not the point!" you yell, exasperated. "You... you’re not normal."

Jake came a step closer and did so slowly, with intent, until you felt the hood of his car against your back.

«What if I told you that I did it on purpose?» he whispered.

"Why?" you hissed, your heart beating too fast.

Jake smiled. «I wanted to see if you could take your eyes off me.»

The air around you was still warm from the rush of running, but you felt like you were suffocating. Jake laughed. As if this was all just a game to him and as if you were just another bet to win.

"Where’s the guy who studied engineering? The one who takes Layla out to the park and the one who helps old people with groceries?"

Jake leaned slightly toward you

«Still here,» he replied calmly, bowing his head. «Do you want to arrest him?»

And he raised his hands in front of him, his wrists joined together in the universal sign of handcuffs.

«You can arrest me now» Your blood froze.

Jake was making fun of you and he had made fun of you all along and this thing did not sit well, your sixth sense never lied so you would have imagined to find it in a context like that.

You opened your mouth to answer, but it was at that moment that another shot rang in the air and you heard screams.

The crowd around you dispersed, and someone ran. Your hand instinctively went to the belt-but you didn’t have the gun with you. You were unarmed and Jake looked at you and something in his eyes changed. He was funny, but also... serious.

«You are slow,» she said, before grabbing your wrist.

"Wait" He didn’t let you finish the sentence and in a second, pushed you towards his car, opened the passenger door and threw you in, locking you inside without too many compliments and then went up from the driver’s side and pressed the accelerator.

The city lights were passing like trails as Jake ran at breakneck speed through the night streets and police sirens were nearby.

"Jake, stop!" you yelled, nails sticking into the seat.

He laughed. He laughed. "You’re crazy! You’ll kill us both!"

«No, no. I’m in control, baby.»

He steered suddenly into a narrow alley, avoiding another car by a whisper. The pulse in your chest exploded and your mind told you that you had to stop it, that this was your chance to arrest it but your body? Your body was burning with adrenaline.

Jake was damn good. He knew exactly what to do and after a few minutes, the sirens faded. You couldn’t believe he had just dropped them off like a cop with no idea how many years of driving career and then steered sharply again, climbing onto a back road. After a few minutes, it stopped and Seoul lay beneath you, a show of lights that seemed infinitely far from the chaos of just a few minutes before.

Jake turned to you and raised his hands again in the handcuff mark.

«So?» he asked, with that little smile. «Do you still want to arrest me?»

You didn’t think. The palm of your hand hit his cheek with a strong slap, you were so tired of his attitude, his depraved little laugh and everything you had discovered in those few hours.

Jake stopped for a second and then laughed softly, tongue on his lip.

«Oh, I love it when you’re tough.»

And before you could move, he grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the seat. «I told you that you are slow, to be a police officer you should be more reactive, I know that you are at the beginning but you are poor in movements and reflexes»

His eyes dropped on your lips and without asking permission he kissed you and not a sweet kiss was a hungry, wild kiss, as if he had waited too long. As if he finally got what he wanted and maybe, that thing was you. Jake didn’t even give you time to think, he kissed you with the same intensity that he drove: no fear, no rules, no brakes.

His mouth was smashed against yours, hard, overbearing, hands that clenched around your hips to pull you even closer to him.

It was too close, too hot, too intense-you felt sucked into him as if he had always been waiting for that moment.

Your breath broke when his teeth caught your lower lip, pulling it just enough to make you gasp. Bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing and Jake smiled at your lips. Amused. Provocative, as if he was challenging you.

With a steady movement, you grabbed his wrist, using your strength and training to lock it and push it backward, and then you flipped it over onto the driver’s seat, immobilizing him with your hands behind his back.

Jake laughed.

«Finally,» he murmured, «I see my beautiful policeman at work.»

His tone drove you crazy, he was teasing you once again even defeated and the anger exploded inside of you. "You shouldn’t do this stuff, Jake!"

«Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, still laughing. «And what should I do then?»

"Have a normal life!" you broke. "You’re twenty-two! You should be a student, you should be worried about exams, not running to the police like a criminal."

Then he did something that made you freeze the blood blew on your neck and the shiver went through your skin before even your brain could react, and it was at that moment that you understood. He had you.

Jake got out of it with an insane speed, turning you in a moment and locking you under him and this time, you were the one immobilized.

"What the hell?"

He took you by the hips and pulled you up, making you sit on him.

He was too strong, too fast, too clever. You found yourself completely locked in, his hands wrapped around your wrists, chest rising and falling against yours.

"Let me go," you hissed, your breath short.

Jake shook his head. «No.»

You hated him. You hated him with every fiber of your being and you hated even more the fact that his body pressed against yours made you tremble.

"I don’t want to be touched by a thug." Jake smiled. A poisonous smile.

«Pity, princess.» Then he lowered his voice. «You don’t want to be touched by a thug... but your blood runs through your brother’s body.» Your breath stopped. «And you know the difference between me and him?» he continued, his tone so soft that it was scary.

«I run. He traffics weapons.» Your hands clenched in a fist. "You’re lying." Jake bowed his head. «Really?»

He stared at you with those eyes that seemed to see every fucking weakness.

«Tell me, princess... why are you here? To catch us? Or to hide the fact that the perfect cop has a brother who is worth more than anyone in here?» Jake knew everything.

He knew of your dirty blood, of the brother you tried to hide, of the truth that would destroy you, of your name changed at the police station to make sure that people would know you as a normal girl and not with a surname that circulated for years in the prison offices database.

«What, princess?" His voice was a whisper, full of fun. «Now you’re not talking?» You tried to move, to break free from its grip. He had completely blocked you and you felt his big hand slip on your cheek, a slow, languid, dangerous touch.

«You are so beautiful.» His words slipped on you like poison.

"Don’t get it, Jake." You hissed, clenching your teeth. "Tell me how you found out about those things." Jake smiled. That damned bastard smile.

«I have my ways." He shrugs his shoulders as if it were obvious. "But I will never tell you. Especially with a cop who might fuck me.»

Your breath was short and then... you felt it. His lips on your neck gave little kisses from the lobe of your ear down to where there was more meat to suck, bite, kiss, and torment at the same time, and his big hands under your back.

Your body reacted before your mind, you felt a lot of shivers through your back and you wanted to run away from him but you couldn’t a warm shiver passed through you and you hated him for it.

Jake laughed softly against your skin, feeling you stiffening.

«You feel it too, don’t you?» he muttered, the warm breath against your skin. «This thing between us... this fire? It’s since I saw you for the first time caressing Layla that I thought about what your lips tasted like»

No. No. No. You couldn’t let him control.

"You’re a fucking asshole." You spat out, your voice is full of hate.

But he... knew you were in his pocket. He rose just, his eyes shining with pure fun and then he whispered the words that took the air out of your lungs.

«Just try to say one word about me...... or the other pilots... and your boss will find out all about your brother.»

Your blood froze in your veins when you heard those words.

«And guess what?» Jake came closer again, his mouth touched the lobe of your ear. «You will not have a job anymore.» And then you felt the warmth of his hand on your cheek, the thumb slowly caressing your skin, you stiffened, but he did not stop.

«Why do you cry, princess?» he whispered with a crooked smile. «You didn’t expect me to know everything, did you?» and at this affirmation a tear slipped on your face and Jake kissed it.

You blocked was a sweet gesture, it was a gesture not from the thug Jake but from the Jake who played with Layla every morning and who loved to talk to the old people of the neighborhood, He looked like the sweet Jake you first met when you moved in and brought you chocolate chip cookies to introduce himself to you.

«You’re beautiful, even when you’re pissed at me.»

"Fuck you." You hissed, looking away.

Jake laughed softly. A low, drool, terribly hypnotic laugh and then he bowed his head, looking at you with an intensity that made you shudder.

«Let’s make a deal, princess.»

You did not answer immediately because you already knew that it would blackmail you and you hated yourself because of all the laws and rules that you had stated before becoming a cop.

"What kind of a deal?"

«One that suits you.» he smiled with a clever air. «You will no longer interfere with the races, you will no longer put your nose in our business, and I...» paused, letting the words creep into you, «...I will keep your secret, no one will ever know that you took your mother’s name and that you have a brother who works in organized crime.»

You felt yourself missing the ground under your feet. Jake won and your heart was pounding in your chest. You had fought so hard for your job, for your career and now you were in danger of losing everything.

You closed your eyes for a moment, and, with narrow teeth, nodded.

"I don’t want to lose my dream job." you muttered, with a whisper of voice. Jake nodded a satisfied smile.

«And I don’t want to be arrested for something that I love more than my own life.» He was serious, for the first time that night.

"The races?" you asked quietly.

Jake nodded. «The cars, the speed, the adrenaline.» He paused, then added: «It’s all I have and that I have in common with my best friends, I know I can be selfish but I love reckless things and always feeling on the edge of a razor is like a drug for me.»

You bit your lip. So that’s what it meant to him. Not just rebellion. Not just a dangerous game. But passion. Perhaps in another world, in another life, you might have understood it. Jake approached slowly, his breath touching yours.

«So... deal done?» You showed only a second, then sighed, defeated and you gave him the hand "Deal done."

Jake smiled. And before you could add anything else, he kissed you again. This time the kiss was different, sweeter but still intense. Deep, possessive and his hands slid down your back, holding you with disarming assurance. Your fingers slipped down his jaw, up to his neck and you slightly squeezed his silver collar. You felt him tremble under your touch as your hands went under his shirt and felt the crests of his abs under your hands.

«Curse...» whispered against your lips.

It came naturally when you pulled your lips off his and lowered your face and kissed him there, right on the neck as he had done before while your hands traced a path under his muscles and felt him groan slowly, a low, deep sound that made you shiver.

Damn, those damn butterflies in your stomach you felt, the same ones you promised to feel only for a normal guy. Not for Jake. Not for a criminal. Not for a boy who, if he had been caught, would have had a criminal record.

Yet you were sitting on a horse over him to kiss him and let him kiss you; with a gesture, you took off his denim jacket and shortly after his shirt and saw his bare chest illuminated by the little light of the moon that made stand out the crests of his muscles and the V-line defined and he did the same with your sweatshirt and with a precise click made you slip your bra and your breasts jerked slightly and your buds hardened by the contrast of the temperature. His lips go down to your neck, and his teeth touch your skin as he whispers your name, low and rough, a hand wrings your right breast and with her mouth begins to tease you, bite you, and suck on your already hard bud.

His hands are everywhere, «princess», he growls, his voice low and controlled, «if you continue to rub yourself on me in that way I know that we will be arrested not because I am a thug but because of sexual acts in public! »

You bite his lip, keeping the rhythm steady, your hips press against hers and feel its length grow and become harder with each swing you make. "Touch me, Jake, please" Jake looked at you at first lost but it was for months fucking dreaming of touching you, while he took a shower or while watching porn he always thought about you and did not repeat it twice. Jake made the sign to climb over slightly and lie down in the back of the car and then came straight to you.

He slipped his fingers into the button of your jeans and slowly slid the zipper of your jeans «Raise your hips slightly princess» The jeans slipped and Jake’s eyes went to your panties, blackened by moisture.

«So wet just for a little rubbing?» He raises an eyebrow, a smirk that pulls his lips.

«So fucking cute, you know I could ruin you in a single real moment,Y/n.» groan as he drags his fingers to your panties, sneaking under to slide a soft finger into your slit. «Tell me what you want, Y/n and I’ll give it to you but I want to hear you say» you didn’t want to fall into his game of being so desperate to need his fingers in your core, it was months that you did nothing and you were stressed for the new job and all your mess.

"your fingers" his fingers work to find your clitoris. The moment he does, he starts working slowly, and to provoke you against it, he sinks his middle finger in your pussy and you get a jolt when you feel that your clitoris is pinching slightly to give you a light electric shock and slowly you shake and he started laughing. He starts pumping his middle finger up and down and when he sees that you have used it, he puts another one in, "So, Jake, so good" Jake touched your clitoris and while he pumped his fingers he nibbled on your breasts with his lips and your hands went to pull his hair tufts. «Do you want more?»

"Yes-" you nod enthusiastically and don’t waste time, stick your third finger in to join the first two, following the rhythm, savoring the warmth that envelops it, and you unroll yourself beneath it.

«Look at you», she murmurs, «So sweet... so vulnerable only to me, who would have thought that the neighborhood cop would get fucked with my fingers like a depraved in the middle of nowhere by a hooker?»

You moaned that he was an asshole and he told you that asshole was making you come with his hands and then, took your clitoris in the mouth, swirling tongue in slow and devastating circles.

"So handsome, Jake..." As you feel closer to your orgasm Jake realizes that you are coming so tease your clitoris until his fingers are soaked in your excitement when he lets out one takes it to the mouth and licks it and the other brings it to your lips. «Suck, princess I want to see you suck my finger» You knew that for him that was just a game to make you feel weak but you slipped your tongue in his finger and licked your excitement and then you sucked slightly your finger less and Jake felt his cock become harder and harder for that sight and after a while, he sat down and he pulled out his cock and sucked it with you looking at him with your mouth open, It was so beautiful, so forbidden, so exciting to see him suck his cock and you saw his excitement after a little come out and watched you with a devilish laugh as he cleaned up and settled down.

It had been 2 weeks since you first kissed Jake and to your misfortune every time you thought about it your cheeks were warmed by the things you did, and those weeks you had spent doing everything to avoid Jake.

You were always looking through the window before going out, looking for his car, if it wasn’t parked there, then you could breathe but if it was... Your heart was tight and you were always quiet when leaving the apartment. Layla’s candy bowl had also become a signal for you. If you found it full in front of the door, it meant that Jake had been there recently and that was enough to delay your exit from the house for a few minutes.

But that day... that day was different.

You were given your official uniform. You had just left the precinct, still wearing that dark cloth, belt loaded with essential equipment:

The badge was pinned to the chest. The gun in the holster is safe and well-placed. The notebook and the radio, are always ready for use. The handcuffs hung to the belt.

And on the jacket, right under the police logo, was your last name, your mother’s last name. Not your father’s, not the dirty one, stained by the past you were ashamed of just thinking about saying it out loud; watching it gave you a sense of pride that you had never felt before and even your boss was proud of you.

-You’re gonna be a great cop, girl. I’m glad to have you on my team- Those words had left you impressed, they had given you a sense of belonging. And so, with your uniform still on, you came home but you stopped suddenly, your eyes were locked on a scene that you never would have wanted to see, Jake was in the park, a few meters away from you with Layla, his golden retriever ran happily around him, Wagging and barking.

He laughed, his light laugh, sincere the same one you had heard so many times but in that scene, there was no trace of the thug Jake.

There was only the student Jake, the boy from next door, the boy who loved dogs and who seemed to belong to another world.

Why couldn’t he be the only one? Why should there be another Jake? The one from the races, the escapes from the police, the one who had you in a corner with blackmail? It was not right.

It was not right for your heart to speed up when you saw him like this but before you could walk away, Layla noticed you and barked loudly.

The time a blink and the golden retriever jumped on you, licking your face with enthusiasm.

"Layla... hey! Wait!" you exclaimed, caressing her instinctively.

The soft hair under your fingers gave you a strange feeling of comfort.

Then you felt a shadow approaching and in front of you was Jake with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket and smiling one of those dangerous smiles.

«Oh,» he said, bowing his head. «I didn’t think a uniform could fit you so well, princess.» You looked up at him, trying to ignore the way his eyes were slipping into you, taking all the time in the world.

"Don’t call me that." Jake raises the piano. «And what should I call you then?»

"By my name. Or by my rank, if you must."

«Oh, so you want me to call you an agent?» He stepped forward, too close. You could smell his perfume mixed with that of gasoline, the warmth of his body a few centimeters from yours.

«It sounds strange.» he continued, bowing his head. «I should get used to that since you’re my police officer neighbor.»

Sighs. "You’re unbearable."

«And you keep looking at me as if you want to arrest me.» You clench your jaw. "Perhaps because I really would like to." Jake, gave you a questioning look and said, «And for what reason exactly? I’m just an engineering student who helps old people, who always collects Layla’s hunts, who pays taxes what would I have done so bad to be arrested?» said laughing. He challenges you, every time, every single time.

"Would you like me to list them one by one?" you crossed your arms. "Illegal racing. Reckless driving. Fleeing the police. Or should I start with your blackmail of me?"

Jake stood up and shook his head. «Call it blackmail, I call it agreement.»

He gave you a look of pure satisfaction. "And you accepted it."

It was true, you accepted it and there was nothing you could do to change the situation.

Layla barked again, jumping around you, unaware of the tension in the air, Jake looked down at her, then stared back at you.

«You know, Layla adores you.» You sighed, trying to calm down. "Layla is a dog. She loves anyone who treats her well.»

Jake, smiled. «Then why don’t you do the same with me?»

You looked at him badly. "Because you are not a dog."

Jake smiled again, amused. Then he stepped back, raising his hands in surrender.

«Okay, okay» nodded to your uniform. «Are you busy, agent? Can I offer you a coffee and have me officially interrogated?»

You stared at him for a few seconds, it was supposed to be a joke but you couldn’t tell if he meant it or not. And the worst thing was that... for a second, just one stupid second, you almost thought you’d accept.

"Listen, Jake, I don’t want to have anything to do with you. Risk your life, run away from the agents, do what you want but don’t put me in the middle, and never ask me to go out and tease me from morning to night again; I bet that in those races you will find someone with whom you have fun!"

Jake just tilted his head, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at you with that funny, bossy smile.

«As you wish, princess but don’t forget our pact and above all me»

He had whistled to recall Layla, had his hands in his pockets, and left but before he walked away completely, he had cast a last glance at you, a look too sure, and knew that even if you tried to pretend, you were interested in him. He knew you were watching him, just like he watched you and that confidence of his was driving you nuts.

The days passed and you were thrown headlong into work. Every shift was an opportunity to prove you deserved to be there and you were trying to distract yourself, not think about it, not think about Jake until that late afternoon when you were sorting out some files in the ops room, you heard a conversation between your boss and other officers that you would not have wanted to hear; their tones were low, almost sneaky to not be heard and you continued pretending to fix some files in the operations room, you heard a conversation between your boss and other officers that you didn’t want to hear; their tone was low, Almost sneaking out to make themselves heard and you kept pretending to clean up the files and tried to listen to their conversation.

-We got a tip- said your boss -There’s going to be a big illegal run out of town tonight. It is our chance to at least understand who these thugs are and at the same time we will try to catch them-

Your blood froze in your veins No, no, no; if they had taken Jake or one of his friends would have made your name and Jake would have thought it was you.

That you had done the double face and that you had told everything to the police and knowing him, would never forgive you and swallow hard, heart beating like crazy. After the shift, you’d run home as fast as you could but Jake wasn’t there. The apartment next to yours was empty and his car wasn’t parked.

The only thing you could do was go alone and going to the race was the only way to warn him before it was too late.

The road was the same, but this time you had a different feeling in your body, you weren’t there out of curiosity, you weren’t there to study the enemy; you were there because, as much as you hated to admit it, you had to save Jake from himself, or more precisely, from the police.

From your colleagues, from the people who were teaching you how to be a good cop, from the people who were trusting you, and from the people you would grow up with.

When you arrive the scene is the same but only that this time it is closer to the city: powerful cars, lights on, loud music, people drinking and laughing, bets that go from hand to hand, and then your eyes stop on Jake was leaning on his car and around him were at least four girls, all perfect with their short clothes and then there you: Jeans, sweatshirt wide sneakers worn out and you felt out places but immediately his eyes settled on you, Your heart gave you a crazy blow. Jake looked at you for a long moment, then nodded his head to dinner. An invitation. A way of saying "Come here".

You took a deep breath and approached, ignoring the looks of the girls who stared at you as if you didn’t belong there.

You got stuck right in front of him, ready to talk, but before you could even open my mouth, the echo of a gunshot rang in the air. The start of the race. Jake barely smiled, one of those rascal smiles that drove you crazy. Then he leaned over you, dangerously close. «Did you miss me already, princess?»

You opened your mouth, desperately to warn him. But he ran his hand through his hair and said «Let me run.» He left with no care, putting the keys in his jeans pocket. «Later, if I want to, we will talk.»

And then he turned, heading for his car.

Jake had won but you didn’t care about his result because you noticed the sirens flashing in the distance before everyone else and your heart jumped down your throat. You pulled up the hood of your hoodie and you just had to act and with all the voice that you had in your body, you shouted: «POLICE!»

Everyone turned and some started running, others were stuck out of their way. Jake, on the other hand, stood still his eyes stuck in yours, unbelieving, and then you felt his hand clenching your wrist. «What the fuck?!» Hissed between his teeth but before he could say anything else, you tore out the keys of the car. "Get in," you said yelling but he did not move. «I didn’t think you would betray me like this, Y/n.»

«Get on this blessed car if you don’t want to be arrested I’m covering your ass, idiot!» There was no more time and the agents were advancing. Jake, though still shocked, cast you an intense glance.

Then, with a half smile, he got into the car and you started the engine.

As soon as you pressed the accelerator, Jake stiffened and the car sprinted away in a flash, leaving behind chaos, and for a moment, he said nothing.

Then, when you steered sharply to avoid a patrol, he burst out laughing.

«What the hell?!» You heard him punch his car and you heard his laugh

«Where the fuck did you learn to drive like that, you drive better than some drivers who are in the top 10?!» You didn’t answer you were focused but when you entered an impossible curve at full speed, you heard a whistle of approval.

«Holy shit, you’re crazy, if you wanted to impress me you are doing it great.»

"Shut up," you said as the car went over 170 kilometers per hour

«Hey, relax, you don’t have to be so aggressive.» Jake leaned slightly towards you, his mischievous smirk always on his face.

«You seem quite comfortable here. Are you sure you’re on the right side of the law?» You gave him a murderous look, but he just laughed.

«Tell me the truth, princess,» he whispered, «You like the thrill, don’t you?»

You gave him a warning glance, but you didn’t want to admit that it was so exciting to drive against all limits, but you had to be part of the people who were supposed to enforce the laws and not break them.

«I hear him, you know?» His breath touched your ear. «The beat accelerated. The adrenaline.» His eyes shone with fun. «It excites you, does it not?» You turned back to him, your hand tight on the gearbox.

"Will you get out of my car?" Jake burst out laughing.

«Yours? This car is mine, you’re driving it fine but it will never be yours» He dropped against the seat, smiling with satisfaction. «But keep driving,» he said as he looked at you

«Where?» He pointed his head to him «In the lair.» so you followed all its directions until you parked the car in a parking lot and above you was a luxury apartment complex but when you entered the living room your heartbeat was absorbed because there was a blackboard with an immensity of photos And you were there too, of course.

Posted on a large table, carefully ordered there were photos:

You are at work, you in front of your apartment, you walking around the neighborhood and you petting Layla.

Every single detail of your life had been documented and only one person could be responsible for it; you turned to him and he was leaning carelessly against the sofa, his hands tucked in the pockets of the sweatshirt, a half-smile on his lips as if there were nothing strange.

«You are completely out of your mind, are you a stalker?»

«What’s the matter, princess? Don’t you like my decoration?»

You pointed the table with a furious gesture.

"Decoration? You’re completely out of your mind"

He saw your shoulders and said, «well it’s my collection of you!»

Your eyes were blinking with anger.

"A collection?!" you repeated, incredulous. "You’re a stalker! Do you realize how sick all this is?!"

«Come on, don’t do that,» he said, stepping towards you. «Doesn’t it make you feel special?»

You move back a step, clenching your fists.

"Special?!" you smacked. "You make me want to vomit!"

He shook his head with a funny grin.

«Strong words for someone who has taken the trouble to come to the race to save me.» His voice was lower, almost a whisper and he looked at you carefully, as if he were waiting for something.

«Tell me, princess...» He stepped closer to you so close that you could smell his scent, that mixture of gasoline, leather, and mint that was now haunting you.

«Why did you do that?» he said, tracing with his finger the edge of your lower lip.

"What are you talking about?" You tried to mislead, but you knew it wouldn’t work Jake tilted his head slightly

«Why did you take me away from there?» he answered, but you were afraid to tell him what you felt for him.

"Because I was afraid you would tell my secret," you said in a low voice, trying desperately not to look him in the eye.

«Just for that?» His voice went down an octave. «Or why were you afraid for me?» He was an asshole, a damned asshole you did not know how to do it, but he could always read inside and at the end, with a nervous smile, shake your head.

"I don’t care about you." Jake blinked, surprised and then passed his tongue on his lips and nodded. «Ah, understood.» His cheerful gaze faded in an instant, he shrugged carelessly and turned.

«Then you can go.» When you heard that phrase, your breath was blocked, you helped him or even helped all his friends and now he told you you could leave?

Jake took a few steps toward the corridor leading to the rooms.

And you stood there, frozen, was she really... getting away? So? Like nothing?

You wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction of leaving you there, pissed and confused and so, without even thinking about it, you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards you and without giving him time to react, kissed him with force, With frustration at everything you weren’t ready to admit, he stiffened for a second but then his hands squinted on your hips.

And he kissed back with all his arrogance and pushed you against the wall.

His body presses against yours, Trapping you and his fingers sink into your clothes, possessive.

«Christ...» whispered against your lips as you continued to kiss and you pulled his hair tufts now too long and his voice was damn sexy.

The wall against you, Jake’s breathless breath filling your ears. His presence was overwhelming you, but you were not going to give in. You pushed against him, trying to keep control, but he just kept coming closer, more intense, more determined.

«Stop me, please,» he said in a husky voice.

You looked away slightly, staring at him with an intense look. It was as if he was challenging you as if he was trying to see how far you would go.

"Don’t make me laugh," you replied, trying to keep your cool. " Since the first day we met, we both want the same thing, Jake."

Jake, shakes his head, a smile that seems to reveal more than he wanted. «I never thought I would end up in this situation with a police officer,» he said, his voice lighter but with a defiant accent. «Yet... it’s exciting.» He took you in his arms and carried you to his room and made you lie down on his big bed and you continued kissing for whole minutes, his hands moved sensually on your body, you felt his erection growing beneath you and you began to rub against each other’s bodies. His erection was always rubbing against your center "Jake.., please do something" You beg him when you notice that Jake is staring at you and sincerely like you but you’re desperate and you need his touch, his lips around your body and feel his cock inside you.

«I will do whatever you want princess» starts to kiss you and gently nibble your neck and you moaned piano of pleasure when he did, You felt that it bit and sucked your neck and you were seriously afraid that tomorrow you would find signs but in that moment you were at the mercy of all the emotions that it was making you feel.

Jake starts to lift your shirt and looks at you with a questioning look asking for permission you nod and he pulls down your shirt and then his bra. Gently touch one of the nipples and lick and chew the other with your tongue and groan for feeling Jake notices how desperate you are as you keep rubbing and You’re a mess under him but he loves it, loves to see you as obsessed with him as he has been with you for months now, smiles at you, raises an eyebrow looks at you and says in a provocative tone, «tell me, baby, where do you want me to touch you?»

Groan and look at you. His hair ruffled by your touch tickles your neck, his naughty smile and fleshy, reddened lips make your pussy drip even more which is extremely excited and sore.

"Please... I need your fingers in my pussy"

The smile on his face does not disappear when you beg him so kindly and he gently pulls down your jeans and you are left with only panties. «God you’re so excited princess» He slowly touches your clitoris with two fingers in your panties and sees the wet stain on them and says in a deep voice «Your pussy is so wet and eager only for me, isn’t it?»

You nod and Jake lowers your panties and starts touching your clitoris with a finger, moves his finger deliberately and gently from the top down and you gasp for pleasure.

"Just for you jakey, please..... I want more" he started to laugh, he said «You are so eager to have me all for yourself Y/n, but remember when you are mine I won’t let you go anymore»

At your request, he puts two fingers in your pussy and you moan at the feeling but after a while, he started licking your dripping pussy "fuck, Jake. Just like that", you sighed satisfied writhing at the sensation of his fingers pumping inside you and at the same time licking you as if you were his favorite food. " You’re a good guy".

He loved the attention you were giving him, and he let you know how proud of himself when one of his palms crashed into your buttocks before biting your clitoris, the tongue that swirled around the sensitive bud and wanted you to feel so good forever. Your orgasm caught you completely by surprise you didn’t even have time to jump because the stimulation that was giving you Jake was too much, the knot in your stomach suddenly broke, and you melted into a puddle of your slimy white excitement and Jake as that time in the car he took a finger against his lips and licked your white sperm.

«delicious as the last time," he told you while he chuckled and took off his pants and at the same time his boxer shorts and his cock slightly ribzò in its perfect V-line, You had already seen it but it was really big and thick and you had the hill in your mouth because you couldn’t wait to feel it inside of you.

«Ready princess?» he said

"put it in Jake is months since I have had sex with someone" he got a little more serious and gave you a small kiss on the forehead and his big cock stretched your pussy opening it to every delicious centimeter, filling you in a way that you did not know you needed, groaning as your velvety walls completely enveloped him and scratched his back slightly letting him push deeper.

«You’re so fucking tight, Y/n,» he said waiting for you to tell him to move and relax completely under him.

"Move, Jake," you pleaded, trying to press your hips against his. " please, I need you" didn’t finish the last sentence a scream came out of your throat when Jake immediately started banging his pulsing cock inside you. Your whole body trembled in his arms when the bulbous head hit your G-spot, and almost as if he had just pressed a button, your mind emptied because you were completely at his mercy.

"Fuck Jake, too, it’s too beautiful" His chest swelled with pride, a new passion took him and turned his impulses into deep and precise blows that made you reach heaven.

«Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, right? That my cock fucked you completely but it wasn’t you who didn’t even want to be touched by a thug but now I’m fucking you hard?» Jake grunted, putting yourself back on your back and hiding his face in the hollow of your neck. Could feel himself pulsating wildly inside you, warning him of his imminent high.

"Yes, just you" panicked, the legs clenching around his waist in an attempt to approach him.

«I dreamed of it for a long time», he confessed, «every time I saw you around the place, wearing that fucking uniform that makes your ass look absurd, every time you answered me wrong I wanted to lock you in this room and fuck you as it should.»

Jake could feel your walls clenching on his dick like a vise under the weight of his confession. With your orgasms approaching quickly, she leaned your calves on her strong shoulders to get even deeper, the lips that went to kiss your breasts and nibble your nipples.

«I know how much you like to be treated as not a good girl but the crazy obsessed with me that you are", groans against your chest, feeling her sight fog.

«You’re dripping on me, you’re filling my dick with cream and you feel that you are getting closer to your second orgasm»

"J-Jakey," your body began to writhe beneath him, almost overturning.

«come for me, y/n, let me see how pretty you are while falling apart on my cock» and that was all you needed to feel before a wave of overwhelming pleasure swept over your whole body, your hands pulling her hair for the intensity of your orgasm.

«Fuck, there are almost», he groans, breathless, and you couldn’t help but do the same while you stared at his face, as he chased his high like a rabid dog, using your body for her pleasure.

It took no more than three strong shootings before he poured his essence over your lower belly and thighs, loosened the grip on your legs to let them fall back into place, collapsed upon you, almost crushing you with his body, Completely exhausted and kissed you on the forehead as he hugged you. The guy who was hugging you was the engineering student you met at the beginning and his presence gave you a feeling of tranquility, and for a moment you forgot everything else.

But the sound of your phone broke the silence. He was your boss. Your instinct made you hesitate, but when you heard his voice, something in your chest clenched.

-Hi, how are you? All right? I hope you weren’t with the patrol this evening...-

You performed for a moment, trying to keep calm. " No, I wasn’t with them I was at home" you replied quickly, hoping there was no need to add more and your boss sighed because he didn’t want anything to happen to you.

-good. I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t with them too because we couldn’t arrest anyone, but I checked your file and it says you’re great at running maybe we should try to test your speed to see if you can run and at the same time stop them- Jake looked at you with a smile as he held on to you

"I’ll do my best boss," you said with a little hesitation, and then told you to go to sleep and closed the call and Jake sighed. «If you drive like you did before I know that even I, who am the strongest, will have a lot of choices to run away with you, princess, and maybe it’s time to race a little less and put my focus on my study,» He said to you with a wink as he lay down with his head leaning against the hollow of your chest and you began to massage his back.

«Slowly I will stop making you tell lies. I don’t want you to feel obliged to hide who you are or what you do.»

An incredible feeling of confusion and uncertainty pervades you.

"Jake, you" did not keep going and put a finger near your lips, «Shh, tomorrow I have to wake up early because I have class and you have to go look for the bad guys out there,» he said laughing as he leaned even closer to you.

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You said about buying their own hanfu in one of the last asks. Is it really ok for non chinese people to buy it?

Where I live we are usually so preoccupied with cultural appropriation that I'm afraid to somehow cross the line.

Omg, thank you for asking this question, it's a really, really good one (I live in Canada and this is also an issue that pops up here).

In the daily life world, what I would recommend is do what feels safest for you. I know some people can take this sort of stuff to extremes, so protect yourself first. If you feel that wearing Hanfu as a non-Chinese person is going to get you attacked (in person, online, anywhere) then it might not be the best idea.

If you're just buying and not wearing out, buy away~!! No one knows what you have in your closet. Or you can always wear it around the house or in your backyard. You can also kind of..."take it apart". Like, wear a Hanfu top with some dress pants, or a Hanfu skirt with a regular blouse. You're less likely to attract attention that way.

In my own, personal opinion, though, I honestly have no issues at all with anyone wearing Hanfu on 2 conditions: It's not worn to mock or bash the culture. It's not worn with the intention to claim ownership of the garment.

I don't care if you wear it solely because it's pretty clothes, I don't care if you love Chinese history and culture and have a PhD in it and Hanfu is part of the package, I don't even care if you just happen to want to wear it for Halloween, as long as there's no malicious intent behind it I personally have no problems at all.

If you actually come to China and wear Hanfu, I can guarantee (yes, guarantee) that NO Chinese person will attack you for cultural appropriation. In fact, the opposite is MUCH more likely to happen in that Chinese people (in China) will LOVE that you are wearing Hanfu. That you show interest in our culture and history, that's very exciting!

I lived in Japan for several years for work and I wore kimonos once in a while there. My Japanese friends and colleagues had no issues with it, in fact they LOVED it (one of them even gave me a kimono from her family's collection). While traveling around I saw lots of non-Japanese people going to professional kimono studios to get done up and then visit tourist sites for photos, no one gave them any issues, no whispers, no side eyes, nothing but excitement to see visitors enjoying and participating in their culture.

I also used to like Lolita fashion, which is inspired by European historical clothing. No one in Canada had an issue with me wearing that sort of thing, even though my physical appearance is clearly not from Europe. If I ever go to Versailles, I plan on a full Marie Antoinette dress and hair and I'll stomp anyone who tries to tell me I can't.

It's fascinating to me that most people actually living IN the country of question don't see others enjoying their culture as a negative thing. In fact they generally are more than happy to share because it feels GOOD that others want to learn about your country. (And by "most people" I'm talking 99.999999%, I'm only leaving 0.0000001% possibility because China has a lot of people so maaaaaaaaybe you miiiiiiiiiight find one person who has an issue if you interview EVERYone)

I feel like the word "appropriation" needs to be better defined to those who are either: a) Trying to claim something not belonging to their culture is theirs b) Mocking or ridiculing another culture

I had a really sad experience once where one of my good friends and I were shopping in an Asian mall together. She's a brunette, Caucasian. She saw a qipao store (those Chinese form-fitting dresses) and admired how pretty the dresses in the display were so I said why don't we go in and try some on. She said she can't because she's afraid she'll get accused of cultural appropriation (much like yourself). I was SO incredibly sad when she said that, I honestly wanted to cry.

I WANT to share my culture with my friends and others around the world, I WANT people to come and participate in it. But I also understood that with the political atmosphere being what it is, she wasn't comfortable wearing it.

Sometimes it feels like there's a bunch of people who aren't actually interested in our culture, never been to China, never cracked open a book about China, never learned anything about China except maybe what's on the news, very gun-ho to gatekeep who gets to enjoy our culture FOR us (I won't speak for cultures I haven't explored, but I got a similar sense while living in Japan). They mean well, but...I do wish it could be more nuanced so that not everyone simply trying to learn and enjoy a culture outside of their DNA gets attacked.

Then there's my group who have "Chinese" DNA but were either born abroad or grew up abroad most of their life (technically there's no "Chinese" DNA, Chinese is not an ethnic group, but you get the idea). We've been exposed mainly to the political atmosphere outside, but our reaction to this issue splits.

Some are like me, we're happy to share, we're happy to see others enjoying Hanfu, buying it, wearing it, learning about it, etc.

Some will react to this issue similarly as those who attack anyone and everyone who tries to wear something not in their own culture. I find this group scarier because, to a completely non-Chinese person, this group seems to hold a lot of authority on the topic. They have a DNA connection to China, surely they get the final say in whether or not non-Chinese people should be "allowed" to wear Chinese traditional wear. But again, there's no nuance at all. I once saw someone from this group attack a Caucasian woman on Twitter for wearing chopsticks in their hair. Like...??????????????? Who...CARES???? Either they simply liked the look or just wanted the hair out of their face, who CARES. They weren't mocking China or Chinese culture, they weren't claiming sticks in hair was an idea they invented, like...seriously. Then anyone in the comments who said it wasn't a big deal this person would pull the "I'm Chinese" card, but when I checked her profile she left China before she was 4. Yes, she's technically "Chinese" but just how much authority should she hold telling others who gets to participate in Chinese culture?

And honestly, if we're being really, reeeeeeeeeally strict about who "gets" to enjoy Hanfu... "Han" is an ethnic group in China (95% of the population), "Hanfu" means the clothing of the Han ethnic group. I'm 1/8 Mongolian (on my mom's side someone married a Mongolian wife), does that mean I also can't wear Hanfu? Or I get to enjoy 7/8 of Hanfu?? Like...do we have to start doing DNA tests before enjoying cultures? xDD

Anyway, that's my giant, long take on the topic. Congrats if you read all of it ^^;;

You can always come to China (I'm here on a visit :D) and we can wear Hanfu together~ A non-Chinese person wearing Hanfu out would be a star at all the sites, you'll get random people asking you for photos (I get non-Chinese visitors asking me for photos when I wear Hanfu out in China, you'll get all the Chinese people asking you for photos xDD)

Look at these lovely visitors enjoying their trips to China wearing Hanfu :D

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Reader found her profile and fell inlove instantly, (because who wouldn't) and idk you can do whatever you want with the rest 😗

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warnings: smut, sugar realness, public sex

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You had no intention of diving into a sugar relationship, but curiosity got the best of you one late evening as you scrolled through various profiles on a niche site. You weren't even seriously looking until she appeared on your screen.

Alcina Dimitrescu.

It was impossible to ignore the immediate impact she had on you. Her profile was captivating, her beauty mesmerizing, and her wealth? Well, it was obvious she didn’t need to flaunt it—her elegance spoke volumes. Standing taller than any woman you’d ever seen, her striking dark hair cascading down her back, sharp cheekbones that could cut glass, and the grace in her piercing gaze made you pause. The way she carried herself, even in a few photos, was magnetic.

A playful grin tugged at your lips. Why not? You thought as you typed a message, half-expecting not to hear back. But, to your surprise, it took mere minutes before a response pinged in.

"You’re quite bold to approach me, darling. Care for a drink tomorrow night?"

Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as you read it. Tomorrow? Alcina Dimitrescu wanted to meet you tomorrow night? The thought was dizzying.

The next evening, you found yourself dressed in your best, standing nervously in front of one of the most luxurious hotels in town. The butterflies in your stomach only worsened when a sleek black car pulled up, and the driver opened the door to reveal her.

Alcina stepped out gracefully, her figure impossibly tall, dressed in an exquisitely tailored black dress, her red lips curled into a knowing smile. You felt your pulse quicken as her golden eyes swept over you.

“Well, aren’t you just darling?” she said, her voice smooth like velvet, with an edge of amusement. “Shall we?”

You nodded, speechless, as she offered you her hand—cool, strong, and commanding. The touch sent shivers down your spine as she led you into the hotel, whisking you away to a private lounge that screamed exclusivity.

Conversation flowed easily, and though Alcina radiated power and grace, she was attentive, never making you feel lesser despite her imposing figure and wealth. There was undeniable chemistry—her eyes never straying far from yours, her voice laced with quiet seduction as she inquired about your life, your interests, all while making her intentions clear.

After that night, Alcina kept her promise, sweeping you into her world of luxury. But each encounter revealed more than just opulence. With every passing day, you started to see behind her controlled exterior. At first, she showered you with gifts—lavish dinners, designer clothes, and trips to private locations. Yet, amidst the grandeur, something in her softened.

Months passed, and your relationship with Alcina grew more profound and passionate. She wasn’t just spoiling you with her wealth anymore—though she did love to see you dressed in the finest clothes and accessories—but there was a deep connection between you two that transcended the material world. Her affection had shifted into something tender, something that felt like home. She had started trusting you with more of her personal life, and her once-impenetrable walls had crumbled in your presence.

One afternoon, Alcina decided to take you shopping in one of the most exclusive boutiques in town. She had mentioned a gala was coming up, and of course, you needed to be dressed to perfection for the event. As you entered the store, you were greeted by the staff as if you were royalty. Alcina’s commanding presence made it clear that this was no ordinary shopping trip—she wanted to spoil you, and nothing was off-limits.

Her eyes scanned the racks of elegant dresses, pausing at a sleek, black gown that immediately caught her attention. She turned to you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I think I’ve found the one for you, darling,” she purred, holding the dress up for you to see.

The gown was stunning—long, with a dangerously high slit on one side that promised to show just enough to make hearts race. You could already feel Alcina’s eyes tracing the path that the dress would reveal.

“I’ll try it on,” you said, your heart already pounding.

The boutique’s fitting rooms were just as luxurious as the rest of the store, complete with velvet curtains and gilded mirrors. As you slipped into the dress, you could feel the fabric hugging your body in all the right places. It was a perfect fit—sensual and elegant, just the kind of look Alcina loved on you.

You stepped out of the fitting room to show Alcina, her gaze locking onto you immediately. Her golden eyes darkened with a familiar, smoldering intensity as she drank in the sight of you in the dress.

“Turn around for me,” she said, her voice low, but there was a fire beneath it.

You obliged, slowly turning so she could see every angle. The slit of the dress revealed the smooth curve of your thigh, and you could feel her gaze lingering there. The air between you grew thick with tension as she stood up, her towering form moving closer.

“You look exquisite,” she murmured, her fingers lightly brushing against the exposed skin of your thigh. The simple touch sent a jolt of heat through your body, and you swallowed hard, trying to focus.

Before you could say anything, Alcina’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer. Her breath was hot against your ear as she whispered, “I can’t resist you like this.”

Her lips ghosted over the curve of your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine. You tried to keep your composure, but her proximity, her scent, the way her hands caressed you—it was overwhelming. The fitting room suddenly felt far too small for the desire crackling between you.

“We’re in public,” you managed to whisper, though your voice was shaky with need.

Alcina chuckled softly, her lips brushing against your earlobe. “Then we’ll just have to be quiet, won’t we?”

Before you could protest further, Alcina was guiding you back into the fitting room, pulling the curtain closed behind her with a swift motion. The space felt even more intimate with her towering figure crowding you against the mirror. She tilted your chin up, her golden eyes locking onto yours with a hunger that made your knees weak.

Her lips crashed onto yours, and all thoughts of resistance vanished. The kiss was deep, demanding, and you melted into her touch, your hands gripping her shoulders as if to steady yourself. Her hands slid down the curve of your waist, fingers grazing the slit of the dress as she traced the bare skin beneath.

The heat between you was undeniable. Alcina’s touch was firm yet gentle, her lips moving against yours with a raw passion that sent waves of desire coursing through you. Her hands explored your body with practiced ease, and it wasn’t long before you were both lost in the moment, the world outside fading away.

Her lips left a burning trail down your neck, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric of the dress as she whispered against your skin, “I want you, here and now.”

Your breath hitched, and you nodded, unable to form coherent words. You didn’t care that you were in a fitting room, or that anyone could walk in at any moment. All that mattered was the way Alcina made you feel—desired, cherished, and utterly consumed by her touch.

As the intensity between you deepened, her lips found yours once again, and you surrendered completely to the moment. The fitting room became your world, and Alcina was all you could think about—her touch, her scent, the way she made you feel like you were the only person that mattered.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, she move your lacy panties to the side, teasing your clit with her feather like touches.

"I know, sweet girl." She coos as you whine at her teasing, she made sure you were nice and wet for her. She coats her fingers with your juices before finally inserting her fingers into your aching hole.

Her hand pat your head as you rest your forehead on her shoulder, biting your lips as you contain your moans and whimpers. “Shh, darling,” she whispered soothingly. “We wouldn’t want anyone to know, would we?” she gently pull your hair back as she asked you, all you could do was gave her a nod as another whimper escaped your lips.

"Leg up, sweet girl." she wrap your leg around her waist, giving her better access and her fingers going deeper, your head resting against the mirror as her fingers continued to thrust sporadically against your walls.

Eyes closed, lips bitten, strained moans and whimpers

This woman knows what she's doing and she does it so well.

"Everything alright in there ma'am?" Your body jolts in shock as the staff knocks on the door, Alcina immediately brings her hand around your mouth. Her fingers thrusting faster and curling simultaneously in that spot, she smiled as your eyes widen then rolled back.

"Everything's all good." She answered the woman calmly as you fell apart against her fingers, Alcina kiss your forehead as the woman kept talking.

"Alright ma'am, if you're settled with your dresses just come to the cashier and we'll assist you." The woman said, unaware of what's happening just a few steps from her. Sweats are forming on your forehead as you feel your whole body warming.

"We're definitely coming." Alcina removes her hand as the oblivious woman walk away. "Come for me darling." With that your whole body follow her sweet words, trembling against her fingers, high-pitched moans and whimpers left you while your cum drips down her fingers.

Legs shaking as she let you rode your orgasm before pulling out, stroking your hair as you catch your breath. Alcina whisper sweet words and encouragement to you, kissing you as she muttered how good you are for her. You rest your head on her shoulder, nuzzling your face on her neck as she stroke your back.

The world outside could wait. Here, in this moment, it was just the two of you, tangled in a web of desire and affection that felt both overwhelming and perfect. And as Alcina whispered your name against your skin, you knew that this was more than just a fling, more than just a casual romance.

This was something real. Something powerful. And you were all in.

[isabeauwolf]

Pregnant reader x Trafalgar Law

Chapter 1 - Coffee and Confessions

You worked at the small coffee shop down the block from the hospital on one the The Grandlines infamous Winter Islands, it snowed most of the year, except for the rare two month for spring and summer, then goes back to cold, winter once again.

You always loved the snow, watching the flakes fall from outside your window as you curled up on your couch with a cup of hot chocolate, your favorite blanket, good book and the puppy you just adopted naming him Onigiri.

Oh, sure it got super busy and you had to work most holidays, but it was worth it.

Why?

The famous, cold, stoic and handsome Surgeon himself, Doctor Trafalgar Law become one of your regulars. You heard his nicknames whispered underneath people breaths, "The Surgeon of Death" and "Doctor Heart Stealer" to name a few.

Twenty-six, handsome, doctor and single?

How in the world was this man still on the market you never know, but he was easy to talk to.

Well, somehow you two had become closer after the embarrassing questionnaire you two had while off the clock at work eight months ago.

You were fine until you excused yourself to go throw up in the nearest bathroom. Thank god, you packed a travel size toothpaste, toothbrush and mouthwash in your purse since you had spend the night with Jess last night after work.

Jess is your co-worker and best friend, she knew of your secret crush on the Doctor. And like the idiot that you were decided to scroll through tinder, hook up for a one night stand and.... your face paled, no.

No, oh no.

Fuck, oh my fucking god. No.

What? How? You were on the pill! You used condoms! Fuck.

You looked at yourself in the mirror in horror, inwardly screaming, Oh god, I'm pregnant! You wanted to bang your head against one of the bathroom stalls. "Okay, calm the hell down, Y/n." You whispered to yourself, hands gripping the edges of the sink hard. "Everything will be fine."

A knock on the door made you jolt, knots hitting your belly. "Who is it?" You asked, voice wavering.

"Y/n, it's me." Jess' voice calls from the other side of the door. "You've been in there for a minute." Worry in her tone as she whispered. "Can I come in? I've got Max covering the counter."

"Yeah." You sniffed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Unlocked the bathroom door, let Jess in and closed it, re-locking it.

"You look like shit." Jess joked gently, hoping to get you to laugh.

"Thanks, ha ha," you muttered, leaning against the wall, sliding down, knees against your chest, crossed your arms over your chest, bury your head in your arms and cried. "Dammit, Jess, I fucked up."

"Hey, hey, shush," Jess kneeled beside you, rubbing your back. "What happened? Was your hookup harassing you?" She asked, immediately growing defensive. "I thought he didn't do repeat hookups?"

You mentally scoffed, if only. "No, that's not it." You sighed, meeting her emerald green eyes. "I think... I'm pregnant." You muttered, biting your lower lip.

Jess' eyes grew wide. "What?! But I thought you were on the pill and he wrapped it! Are you sure!"

You immediately covered her mouth with your hands, glaring. "I am and he did." You hissed, "Please, keep your voice down. I don't want the whole staff and our customers to know."

Jess nodded her head and you lowered you hands and ran your hands through your hair.

All of this started because you were too shy to ask Dr Sexy out, like a coward, you hoped to get a good lay out of your system and instead, ended up pregnant. If your mother and older sister ever found out, you knew they wouldn't judge you since both of them got knocked up while they were both sixteen. At least you were twenty-four, like that was any better.

Single, unmarried and now pregnant.

Those three words rang in your head over and over.

Hitting harder.

"Damn," Jess nudged you lightly, siting down beside you. "I thought you wanted to let off some steam for Mr Grumpy Pants, but instead you got lost too deep in that wild night, huh?"

"Your telling me." You closed your eyes. Dammit, how were you going to face Law again? Would he find you gross? Look at you like you were a harpy? You hoped not. You really hoped he wouldn't think any less of you.

"Hey, I know that look." Jess pointed you in the forehead, "Stop being a negative Nancy and get out of your head." She pointed over her shoulder, "Besides, Dr Sexy is waiting for his order. You know he only wants you to take his order." She gives you a smirk. "I think he's crushin' on you hard."

"No, he doesn't." You fired back, frowning. "If he did. I'd gladly be having his baby instead." You blinked, grew flustered and covered your mouth. "Forget I said that."

Jess hummed, smirking. "Yup, your type are bad boys with dark hair, dark eyes and tats." The raven haired woman, offered you her hand, which you took as she helped you up. "What was baby daddy's name again?" She raised a brow, "Ace?"

"Yeah," You frowned, instinctively placing your hand over your abdomen. You immediately thought of the biker with black hair, charcoal eyes, bright smile and adorable freckles on his face. Sure, Ace was hot and easy to talk to, but you both agreed that that night was a one time thing. Besides he was long gone and on the road with his brothers Luffy and Sabo in their biker gang, ASL. It would be best to not tell him, even if, you kept his number in your phone. "He was a gentleman and a nice guy but..." You trailed off, frowning deeper.

"He's no Trafalgar Law, right?" Jess pulled you into a side hug and nodded. "I get it."

Another knock outside of the bathroom door sounded. "Is everything okay in there? Y/n-ya?" His monotone drawl called, a hint of concern in his tone.

Speak of the drop dead sexy doctor and he shall appear.

Oh no. You didn't want to go back out there. Law was observant, he would know something was wrong, you knew it.

"Y-yeah.. I'll be right out Law." You panicked and stuttered like a dumbass. You met your friends gaze with wide eyes as your breath hitched, nerves clawing at your belly again and you held yourself tighter, whisper underneath your breathe. "I'm not ready, Jess."

"Alright. Call me, if you need anything." Law replied, "I'm off work for the rest of the day and will be hanging out for a bit." With that he walked away, returning towards the counter, waiting.

Stubborn man.

"Come on," Jess stood and helped you up. "I'll run to the pharmacy real quick and grab you a test while you and give Dr insomniac his coffee."

You nodded and reached for your purse, grabbing your wallet when Jess' hand lightly touched yours.

"No, I'll pay for it. It's the least I can do." She winked, "I know you'd do the same for me."

You nodded again, wiping your face with the back of your free hand and rewashed your hands. "Thanks, Jess." You met her reflection in the mirror, offering her a sheepish smile. "I'll owe you a coffee on our next girls trip."

Jess' smile widens. "You know it." She unlocked the bathroom and went out, announces. "She's coming Law!"

You bit your lip, holding back a snicker at your friends innuendo to try and make the Doctor's face fluster. After repacking everything into your purse, you took a deep breath and walked out.

You saw the back of Jess' head as she went out the door after throwing on her thick black and blue ski jacket with her white gloves and matching scarf you bought her last year for Christmas.

You felt Law's eyes on you as you made your way back to the employee's locker room. You inwardly shivered and felt embarrassed as your cheeks heated up, clutching your purse tighter to your chest. Your mouth had become dry as you shoved your purse back into your locker, pulled out your water bottle to gulp down a few heavy sips, then put it back into your overnight bag your brought with you from last night.

Quickly applying hand cream on your hands and shoving it into your pocket with you phone and retied your apron, you went back out onto the floor with your best business and cheer smile.

There he was.

Your crush, Trafalgar Law. Sporting a black turtle neck sweater, his spotted print faded washed denim jeans, white and spotted printed hat (which cutely reminded you of a snow leopard) he always wears when he's off duty and his black boots. He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up to his elbows, showing off his tats and had his arms crossed over his chest. Leaning against the wall, his long legs crossed at the ankles, looking bored as he glanced down at his smart watch.

Dr Heart Stealer was hard to read most of the time, but it was clear that he was worried with the nervous tapping he was doing with his inked index finger against his forearm. The stoic and cold surgeon could come off as intimating at first, but it was clear that he had a dark past since he never really talked about himself, mostly his work and his annoying coworkers: Penguin, Shachi and Bepo.

You had seen them from time to time as Penguin and Shachi loved to tease Law and were two trouble makers, but his childhood friends. Bepo was a literal polar bear in the form of a man, shaggy blond hair, blue eyes, a sensitive soul and very loyal towards his friends. He was also Jess's not so secret crush. Bepo was a giant, even taller than Law, which was impressive. What he was doing in the medical field you will never know.

You stepped behind the counter, putting on new gloves, grabbed the stores tablet, flickering your nervous gaze on the man of the hour as Law met your stare, shoved his hands into his pockets and pushed himself off the wall, casually walking towards you.

You could honestly get lost in Law's stunning silver eyes. His dark sense of humor was funny. You are always reminded how much he towers of you as he approached and stopped at the counter.

"Are you feeling unwell, Y/n-ya?" His professional mask of stoicism was present, but you could have sworn.. he was frowning?

"I could be better, but I'm okay, thank you, Law." You replied, snapping out of your daze and refocusing your attention back on the tablet in your hands. "Would you like your usual for tonight?"

Law's slight frown deepens.

Shit, he didn't like that.

"I may be off the clock, but I still am a Doctor… if you ever need me Y/n-ya." He whispers, leaning against the counter, his usual stern tone was gentle and genuine.

Oh lord, please have mercy. Your hands tightened around the tablet, pressing it against your chest, growing flustered as you take a calm and steady breath. "I appreciate it, Law…" How the hell can you tell him no? You can't. "My shift is almost over…" You stare deep into his pooling sterling, stormy orbs. "I do have a few personal questions.. if you are willing to listen?" Dammit, I caved!

You mentally wanted to face palm yourself and scream in horror, but you kept your mouth shut.

Law's mood brightened a tad, it was small, but noticeable. The twinkle in his eye and the way his lips twitched into that familiar and bewitching smirk that had you swoon and mentally fan yourself. "I'll be waiting with my usual order then, thank you, Y/n-ya."

How can his lazy drawl sound so smooth at the same time? It wasn't fair!

"Thank you for your order, Law." You replied, lowering your gaze to type in the order you knew by heart and told him the order and total. "Medium black roast with a triple shot of espresso and cream. That will be six-fifty, please."

He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, put his debit card into the card reader and typed in the pin.

You gave him his receipt.

Your hands brushes lightly as your heart thudded harder in your chest.

Law stiffened, then took his copy of the receipt and sat down at the back of the coffee shop, his usual spot. It was private, but he had full view of the shop.

You made his drink as Jess came back.

Oh boy.

You closed your eyes and counted to three as you walked out from behind the counter and slowly made your way towards Jess to grab the small paper brown bag, whispering your thanks and turned in Law's direction.

Law's gaze trailed curiously towards the bag. It was private and rude to stare, but he couldn't help it. Were you sick? What did you need so badly that you couldn't go get it yourself?

The more Law thought about your health, the more inwardly concerned he became and he'd accidentally gotten himself worked up. But decided not to say anything for now.

You set his drink down as you glanced at the clock. It was 6pm, the end of your shifts. "Here's your coffee, Law." You smile at him, hand tightening around the brown bag. "I'll be back, excuse me." You quickly turned on your heels and rushes back into the bathroom.

Law wanted to follow you and ask what was wrong, but remained seated and reached for his coffee in hope the drink could help settle his nerves. Reminded himself that it wasn't his business, it didn't concern him. He couldn't help it, this unsettling feeling that something was wrong.

Jess came back out of the break room, drawing Law's attention as he noticed the worried look on her face.

He was tempted to ask.

A few minutes later you came out of the bathroom, tears in your eyes.

It made his heart ache.

He wished he could comfort you.

He observed as you held the brown paper bag in your hand and whispered to your friend who frowned and gave you a hug.

Law's grip on his drink tightened, his hat covering his eyes.

He heard someone approaching and recognized your black and white tennis shoes, forcing his gaze to meet yours. Your eyes were still red and puffy from crying and you looked nervous as you nibbled on your bottom lip, grip tightening and wrinkling the paper back. "What's wrong, Y/n-ya?" He asked slowly, he couldn't keep quiet any longer, he had to know.

"May I sit down with you Law?" You ask softly.

He nodded, "Of course, here." He gesturing across from him at the empty seat, standing, walking around, pushing out your seat and waited to push you in. "Is here okay or would you like to talk more in private?"

You were hesitant. "Can you come with me into the break room?"

"Very well." He pushed the chair back in, grabbed his drink, backpack, coat and followed after you. "Is it okay for me to go back there?" He didn't want to get you into trouble.

"Max said it was okay since it was an emergency." You replied without glancing over your shoulder, you reached the break room and were about to reach for the door knob when Law's hand was faster, opening it and holding it open for you. "Thank you, Law." You gave him a sheepish smile and entered first.

He once again helped you into your chair when you blurted out. "Can you become my doctor?"

He wasn't expecting that. "I can see if I have any opens available." He answered, raising a brow. "What for Y/n-ya?" His silver gaze scanned you from head to toe, apart from crying, he noticed that you had gained a bit of weight which didn't both him. "Why me?"

"I trust you Law." You admitted.

It made his heart skip a beat and a hint of a blush rise across his cheeks. "I appreciate it, thank you." He muttered, he raised a hand out of habit, covering his eyes with his spotted hat. Clearing his throat as he leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, grabbed his coffee and took a sip.

You took a deep breath and figured you'd go ahead and get it out of the way. Rip it off like a band aid.... a really big, one. "I'm pregnant."

Law nearly choked on his coffee, drops of the hot liquid left his mouth. He swallowed quickly, coughing as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand. "Excuse me?" He sputtered, scanning your face for a hint of a joke or a lie.

He found none.

You felt so bad. Speed walking towards the coffee machine, grabbing a handful of naps and handed them to him. "I... probably could have said that better, huh?" You blushed deeply.

"Th-thank you." He coughed, using them to wipe his mouth, chin and hands. "I didn't know you were seeing anyone."

"I'm still single yes." You admitted, glancing away as you sat back down. "It was a casual hookup a couple of weeks ago." You tilted you head. "No about a month ago." You opened the brown paper back and pulled out the pregnancy test and laying it on the table, resting your hands in your lap.

Law stared down at the test. "Did you not use protection or are not on birth control?" Sure enough, their were two blue lined on the test, showing that it was positive.

He shouldn't be upset. You are an adult and he wasn't your boyfriend. This still wasn't an easy pill to swallow either, yet he couldn't abandon you. It took a lot of courage to tell him, to trust and open up to him.

"We did." You muttered, hands clapped tightly. "And I am."

Law took off his hat, running his inked hand through his scruffy black locks. "Both aren't one hundred percent."

You nodded. "Perhaps it's that strong D clan genes." You joked, but it seems to have unnerved Law. You wondered why?

That made Law pause, his eyes widen. "Your hookup is a member of the D Clan?"

"Yes," You nodded again. "Portgas D Ace." You picked up the test, held it in your hand, stood to your feet and walked over to the trashcan, threw both the test and paper bag away and leaned against the counter. "I think, if I remember right you know his little brother don't you?"

Law had heard of StrawHat talking about his older brother.

From what Law remembers Ace was Luffy's half brother from his Mother Rouge remarrying Monkey D Dragon when Ace was three. Her first husband Gol D Roger has died from an illness before Ace was born, Luffy was born not long after and they had adopted Sabo.

He does recall Luffy shoving his phone in Law's face when StrawHat was back in town last month, showing off pictures of his adventures with his brothers. He never saw Ace in person. It made Law secretly jealous that Ace had caught your eye.

He supposed Ace is considered attractive with him being taller than Luffy and had more muscle, same stupid happy go lucky trade mark smile or that mischievous smirk he shared with his brothers.

Ace was known to be more polite.

And yet, Law still felt the burning coals of jealous and envy towards the bastard.

Law felt his hand tighten around his hat before he shoved it away in the back of his mind. "Do you plan on keeping the baby?" He asked softly, meeting your eyes.

You placed a hand on your abdomen. "Yes, I don't have the heart to get rid of the baby."

"What about adoption?" Why was he prying? It wasn't any of his business.

"I'm not sure yet." You turned untying your apron and putting it in your lockers. Slipping on your heavy winter coat and untying your hair, ruffling it a bit and sighed. "Thanks for not judging me by the way."

Law's jaw clenched tight, then relaxed. "Your welcome." He stood, threw his backpack over his shoulder, downing the rest of his coffee, threw it away and talked towards the sink to wash his hands. He'd sneak a peak at you as you finished gathering what looked like a small black and purple duffel bag and your purse. "Where'd you go last night?"

"Slept the weekend at Jess' and came straight to work." You faced him smiling.

God, if you knew what that smile did to him.

Law dried his hands and pulled out his cell phone. "Here's my number, if you ever need anything or have any questions. I'll see, if I can squeeze you in first thing in the morning."

"Are you sure?" You blinked. "I don't want to take anyone's spot in case the hospital needs you."

Law smirks that sexy smirk of his again. "I'm sure they can manage." He opened the door for you again as you walked through and he followed, watching as you put on a white beanie with pink hearts on with a matching scarf and gloves.

He wasn't going to say it out loud but apart from his beloved leopard print clothes, anything with hearts on it was a close favorite of his. It reminded him of his adoptive father Rosinante Donquixote. He supposed it gave him nostalgia and comfort, made himself smile whenever he saw the design.

It suited you.

You took out your own phone, adding him to your contacts, saved it and handed it back to him. "Thanks again, Law."

"No problem, Y/n-ya." He replied, tilting his head. "Aren't you going to give me yours?" He held his phone in his hand, fingers hovering over the screen.

You blinked, growing flustered. Oh, right. "Oh, here." You repeated your phone number that you made yourself rewrite and repeat over and over until it stuck.

You lead the way, wishing Jess and Max goodnight as you exited the coffee shop.

The street lamps were bright and shining against the dark sky. The world was covered in a layer of white, big fat flakes fell slowly as you smiled. Closing your eyes, breathing in the chilling winter night air, holding it in your lings and exhaled, reopening them to watch your breath puff into a cloud of fog and vanish.

Law felt him own mouth tug into a ghost of a smile.

Feeling his stare you turned towards him, meeting his beautiful and steamy silver gaze as he zipped up his black winter coat with bright orange spots trailing at the bottom, and his beloved spotted hat back in place on top of his head.

"I'll see you in the morning then?" You muttered, half turning to head in the direction towards your apartment.

"Yes, I suppose I will won't I?" Law tipped his hat towards you and walked away in the opposite direction, the sound of crunching snow was loud and echoed in the quiet streets. "Be careful."

"You too Law." You watched him go. Your gloved hand tightened on the strap of your duffel bag. Did you do the right thing? Asking Law, your crush to be your primary care doctor? You only wanted to ask him a could of question, but the intrusive thoughts won. You could always change to a woman doctor, if you wanted to. Guess Jess is going to tease me for blabbing to Law.

Shivering you rubbed your arms and made your way home. You knew Onigiri, the sweet and adorable little guy was waiting for you. Guess that means he's going to be a big brother isn't he?

I can already see him being overprotective of the baby and sleeping beside the crib, or somehow crawling into it. You giggle to yourself.

Law paused at the top of the hill, turning and watching your retreating figure grow further and further away. He had half a mind to chase after you and walk you home, but he thought better of it. He's sure you'll be fine he tells himself.

He followed your silhouette and watched you walk around the corner, making a mental note to look up possible houses close by in that direct in case of emergencies, and not for creepy reasons.

Readjusting his bag he whispered quietly to himself out loud, "Good night Y/n."

------ End of Chapter 1 ------

Okay, I know it didn't end exactly like the poll and preview, but I kept writing and writing until I decided to break it down. XD

I hope I didn't disappoint my fellow Law fans!

Were you surprised who the baby daddy was? Yes? No?

Give me your thoughts please! I tried to keep our snow leopard close to canon.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Master Builder

Lauren Hemp x Reader

Summary: You work at Legoland

You spent most of your time tucked away in your workshop, isolated from the rest of the world.

Your work was repetitive most of the time, forcing Lego bricks together and gluing them in place, but you loved it. You had done a lot to become the head Master Builder of the Legoland Windsor Resort and sitting in your little room with your earphones in and nothing but Lego bricks was soothing.

You got to do what you loved day-in, day-out and watch as your creations got displayed around the theme park.

You weren't used to having people in your workspace (all of your coworkers knew not to interrupt you while you were building) so you didn't expect the thunder of feet on the stairs as you worked on your life size model of a leopard.

You paid no mind to it though. Sometimes the park booked schools to come look at the workshops and as the head Master Builder, they always ended up in your one last.

Sure, little kids were a bit annoying and always tried to touch your models but you could tolerate them for the ten minutes they spent in your room.

So, you didn't even turn around as you dug through your drawer of black bricks.

Arms wrapped around your shoulders and a familiar wet kiss was placed on your cheek.

You wiped it off in disgust and tore off your headphones, whipping your head around to glare at the offender.

Chloe Kelly grinned back at you.

"Must you do that?"

"Course I do!" She said," Only the best for Mrs Hemp!"

"The fact that you think you're the best is very arrogant," You replied, hunching back over your model with the black brick you had fished out.

"y/n's our head master builder," The tour guide said," It seems that she knows a few of you already..."

"You can leave them here," You said," I can take them from here."

"Are you sure? You're-"

"I'm nearly done. Can you call the site team and get them to move this outside the gift shop?"

"Of course."

You glued on your last piece and took your usual photo of the model before turning around to face the rest of the Lionesses. You hadn't met many of them in person apart from the City girls, whom you each greeted, but your eyes were immediately drawn to your wife.

Like whenever she ended up at your work, she was digging through the drawers of your mini models.

"If you're going to take some of them," You said," Then I'm going to need some of my other ones back. You're robbing me blind, Lauren."

She smiled at you. "You can make more. What's yours is mine, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "You're so lucky we're married."

She pressed a little kiss to your lips. "I know."

You picked out a few little parrots and a wolf for Lauren to put in her bag. "I didn't know you were coming today."

"It was meant to be a surprise. We've got the next few days off before we fly out."

You kissed her cheek. "It's nice that you came to see me." You slipped your hand into hers, swinging it for a moment before sending her an ear-splitting smile.

She shrugged. "I just came for the Lego."

You pulled your hand away. "In that case, I'm sure that Chloe can take your place."

"You're a catch!" Chloe crowed from the other side of your workshop," I'll fill Lauren's space if you're asking!"

"Hey!" Lauren grabbed your hand again. "Get your own wife!" She squeezed your hand and pouted in a way that had you kissing it off her face.

"Come on, pouty," You said," You've only got a few more hours before you have to go to your hotel. Don't waste them being grumpy."

Lauren sighed. "Only if you take me to see Miniland. It's very mean that you guys keep updating it while I'm in Manchester."

You laughed, already pulling her out of your workshop by the big double doors that led into the park. "The work doesn't stop just because Lauren Hemp isn't here."

"It should," Lauren said as you led her and the group over to Miniland," You know how much I love coming here."

"You love coming here because you get in for free," You reminded her with a soft smile," Always take advantage of me, you are."

"Only when it's about Lego."

From behind you, you could hear one of the girls say in amusement," Of course, Hempo's wife works at Legoland. I don't know what I expected."

"There's a bit of a surprise for you now," You said as you wandered through Miniland (with the same amount of pride you always got from looking at your work)," And I want you to be very happy because I had to fight tooth and nail for this."

Lauren's brow furrowed as she frowned. "Huh? But you didn't know we were coming."

"I didn't," You confirmed," But you haven't been here for a while now. I did want to show you on our anniversary but," You shrugged," You're here now and you would have found out anyway."

You covered her eyes with your hands and guided her over to the model of Wembley.

"Okay," You said, feeling an anxious kind of excitement filling your body," Are you ready?"

"Ready."

You took your hands away from her to reveal the final of the Euros made out of Lego figures.

It had taken you a while to get permission to change what was going on in the model and even longer to get speciality minifigures made to represent everybody.

Lauren looked wildly between you and the model even as all of her teammates crowed out and exclaimed their excitement.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

"Baby," She said," I love it!" Her hands wrapped around your waist and she spun you around. "You're so brilliant! Look! That's me!"

"Good god," Chloe muttered behind you," She's more excited about a bloody Lego figure than having her shirts sold."

[ramblingautisticman]

Okay, maybe I'm slight obsessed with the idea of Wade and Logan having a pet tortoise because of Elementary (but also cause I just...want one), but JUST IMAGINE OKAY??

Logan and Wade take Mary Puppins on walks every day, because they are good dog daddies (Wade's words), and they always walk past the same pet store.

They didn't really pay it any attention for awhile. They have a pet store closer to home anyway, and they like the owner of that one, so what does it matter? But eventually they are coming back from a walk and Wade just peeks on the window out of boredom only to notice a tiny little tortoise.

Obviously, he thinks the little guy is adorable, and continues to check in on him via the window everytime they pass.

After a few weeks, Wade starts to get upset everytime they pass the window, and Logan can't help but ask. He'd been so happy to go and say hi to the tortoise for ages, and now he's upset?

And Wade just breaks down- like, full on- blubbering about how the tortoise has been there for months, and why is nobody taking him home? He deserves good parents! He is so tiny and cute- and just cause he will grow alot bigger doesn't mean people shouldn't take him in!

So the next day, Logan sneaks out early and heads to the pet shop to adopt (when Logan made the mistake of saying "maybe no one wants to buy him because of the hibernation", Wade had started crying even more, saying that you don't BUY pets, you adopt them) the little guy, getting everything else they would need to look after him.

Wade is still asleep when he get back, so Logan takes his time to set the enclosure up properly and let the tortoise get acclimated to the new living area. Also, agood chance to start Mary on, what Logan was dubbing, Lessons On How to Not Eat A Tortoise.

Eventually, when Wade woke up and stumbled into the living room, he immediately froze at the site. "Is that....Is that my favourite little tortoise?...did you...did you go and adopt him?" And as soon as Logan said yes, Wade was squealing and jumping up and down like a 5 year old.

Needless to say, Logan was World's Best Boyfriend that day.

Also, his name is Charles.

[greenpurplemylove]

Laundry Conversations🧺

→ pairings: idol!jay x female!reader

→ synopsis: as you washed your laundry in the night you see a familiar face unaccompanied, but in order to not discomfort him, you try your best to converse with him as a stranger and not as a fan of his work.

→ warnings: swearing, a lil suggestive, possible grammatical errors (I’m rly sorry guys cause english isn’t my first language 😭).

→ A/N: ok tbh nothing much happens here, just a cute lil talk w Jay. OMGG my first tumblr postt, it’s rly excitinggg! I hope you guys like it 🎀

→ word count: 2,8k.

The loud music blared through your headphones as you tossed your clothing into the washing machine carefully, not caring about the world around you as you closed the machine door behind you, when someone accidentally slammed the washing machines door right beside you, startling you, making your eyes pop a little bit.

“Oh, oh gosh sorry” the guy right beside you was also startled by your reaction, “you ok?” he asked, his hand inches apart from your shoulder. You looked up at him, plucking out your headphones off your ears as you were greeted by a familiar face.

The chiseled jaw, slightly messy, jet black hair, and the distinct facial features. Was all too familiar. Not wanting to seem weird and to not stare too long, you broke the silence, “uhm, yeah no no, it’s ok, yeah I’m good” you replied flashing him a small smile.

He smiled awkwardly back before bowing and taking a seat at the long chair near the machine he was washing his clothes in. The sound of the washing machine gearing growing louder filled the void of silence between the both of you along with the voices of other people conversing and yawning as you asked yourself, why did his looked so familiar?

Until it was clear, that it was Jay from Enhypen. The idol group you’ve been fawning over since high school and in this case, you’ve been fawning over Jay since your high school days. Of course you’ve been bias wrecked by a lot of the members because of all their overwhelmingly gorgeous appeal, and yet you always see yourself crawling back to Jay. Who was also equally overwhelming gorgeous, to say the least.

You’d recall the moments where you’d blush and kick your feet reading fan fictions about him in almost every site known to the fandom world. And how you’d sing in the middle of the night and pretended like you were singing to him when it was just a poster of his face that you got off the flee market. Or how’d you sometimes fantasize about him being this perfect boyfriend for you, when clearly you are a hopeless fucking virgi-

Oh fuck

fuck

fuck

FUCK

You recited mentally. Feeling your eyes grow a bit wider than they were and your body tensing. You clearly didn’t know whether you should sit next to him, greet him, tell him his latest concert was great, or compliment how good he looks, but then a train of thought hits you.

What if he’s not in the mood right now?

You think to yourself, stealing a glance at him while he’s too busy looking at his phone until you noticed it was just him sitting there, unaccompanied.

Why is he alone?

Where is his manager?

Oh my god, what if a sasaeng comes and attacks him in the dead of night?

You worried as you scanned the whole coin laundry shop, but thankfully you didn't see any suspicious looking people lurking around so you sighed in relief.

You were definitely curious about him, because he’s your bias, you’ve never seen him up close until now and you’ve seen people literally pay hefty amounts of money just to talk to him and hold his hand. While you’re here already getting that opportunity for free. The difference being, they dressed and looked good, while you’re just standing there in your shorts, sandals, white t-shirt and unwashed hoodie since God knows when.

Well, in your defense he looked pretty casual himself. Sporting only a denim jacket, track pants, a white shirt, blue slippers and a sports cap. He looked like any other person just walking by without anyone noticing much, except for his good looks even with regular clothes on.

Now you were stuck with the decision, of whether you should approach him or get away from him. On the one hand, you definitely want to talk to him, but you didn't want to interrupt his alone time but on the other hand you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, if you said you were a fan.

By now, you were worried he thought you were acting weird just standing there, holding your laundry basket.

Fuck it

You finally decided as you sat down next to him, letting out a faint cough. The distance between the both of you was enough to go unnoticed by him. He glanced at you for a moment, scanning you up and down.

The way your leg was bouncing and how you were occasionally bitting your nails, for some reason inferred to him that you were nervous.

Nervous of what? Did you recognize him? Are you an engene? He asked himself. But he soon crossed out those ideas when you suddenly asked a question breaking the barrier of awkward tension between the two of you.

“So, are you new around here?” you asked rubbing your hands in your thighs glancing at him, pretending to not recognize him, honestly he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him so he just sat there a little dumbfounded for a moment, “uhh, no actually, been a few months since we moved in” he answered simply.

You had already plucked every bit of anxiety and shame left in you in order to continue the conversation.

“Oh, with your wife or?” you pretended to ask when you know full well he was living with 6 other guys that screams at the top of their lungs playing league of legends in the dead of night, or maybe you were just being a know-it-all and this is where his family is staying.

“Oh no, it’s uhm” he thought for a moment before answering, “I’m living with my brothers, so yeah, a lot of laundry as you can see” he pointed at the machine that was washing their dirty clothes.

A flash of calvin klein underwear hit the circular glass window of the machine and it made his eyes widen a little before glancing at you. He could definitely tell it was his since he had his initials stitched to it.

You can only imagine. But you didn’t, because you felt too guilty to think about anything overtly sexual when the man is literally right next to you. So you can only widen your eyes and nod.

“Quite the expensive taste you got there” you pointed, chuckling under your breath which made him sigh under his smile. “Usually my manager picks up these things, but tonight he’s out on a hot date, so I’m covering for him” he says as he rolled his eyes putting his hands in his pockets, low-key jealous of manager that gets to go out on dates.

He would never admit it to the public, but on his anonymous social media accounts sometimes couples would post so many cute shit together, he sometimes wish he had someone to do some of those cute things with, but eventually he just got tired of pressing the uninterested button and would just let posts like that scroll through his feed before continuing to watch YouTube videos on cooking and guitar reviews.

“I see, wait, hopefully you don’t mind me asking this" you warned but he nodded implying for you to go on with your question, "but, why do you need a manager?” you pretended to ask, looking purposely confused as an excuse to look at his face. Which was completely worth it, making eye contact with him made him flash you a small smile.

He thought for a moment before answering, looking down at his slippers before looking back to see your curious eyes following his. “I’m an idol, have you ever heard about enhypen?” he leaned forwards, almost in a whisper.

For a moment you pretended to think, leaning forward as well. “Oh, that uhm” you recalled the survival show they were in, “you’re from that survival show right? I-land, I think?” you snapped your fingers furrowing your eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it” he nodded and smiled, his dimples near his lips started to show making you squeal to yourself. Your eyes widen and your mouth dropped, hoping to mimmic a some what shocked expression. “You’re Jay, aren’t you?” you asked leaning forward, pressing your palm on the chair as you see him nod and smile in agreement.

Oh god, his smile is so pretty, I could just look at him all day

You thought to yourself as he turned to make eye contact with you, the same smile still plastered on his face, unknowingly turning you putty in your legs. “Did you like the show?” he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously. “Oh yeah, I loved it, but honestly I would never rewatch it” you commented truthfully making him chuckle.

“Why is that?” he asked crossing his arms before turning to look at you, you groaned remembering all the times you nearly cried watching everybody had their emotional moments on the show making him laugh at your reaction, “why? why such a reaction? Tell me” he asked leaning closer to you.

“I mean, honestly it broke my heart whenever someone was eliminated and honestly I do that with almost every survival shows” you went on as you sighed, placing your head on the arm rest of the chair, looking up into the bone white lighted ceiling until you recalled one moment that you wanted to talk about.

“Oh, you know what, fun fact” you turned to your side to face him, making him perk up in curiosity. “I actually thought you were a snob, earlier on in the show” his eyes dropped and his lips curled upwards, making you chuckle at his reaction. “I did, I remember I did” you laughed and nodded, covering your face for a moment remembering how you first initially reacted to him entering the cube in I-land with Sunghoon.

The conversation went on and on, moving swiftly from one topic into the other. As it went by, the both of you started to become less tense and started to show a more opened body language with each other, resulting in the both of you to move closer and closer until eventually your knee was just ghosting over his.

It didn’t take long for you to notice the seemingly lack of space overtime, making you blush. Noted that you’re getting along well with your bias. It made your heart skip a bit when his knee was grazing over yours, feeling the blood rush through your cheeks.

He noticed how your cheeks were becoming rosier by the minute and he realized how close you two were sitting next to each other. He couldn’t help but blush at the thought, although he knew he had to keep his distance. But somehow, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Not when you were in the middle of explaining your favorite musical artists.

He had taken mental notes that when you started talking about your favorite topics, your hands would wander around more when explaining things and your smile was wider. He couldn’t help but smile as he rested his head on the palm of his hand.

He looked at you, studied you even. Your facial features, your voice and your demeanor. He couldn’t help but smile and laugh with you when you did the same. Even at moments where he didn’t even get what you were saying.

He liked your smile and your eyes, and he liked how your hair looked like even under all the horrible lighting. He thought you were pretty, very pretty. And the fact that you were a fan of his work made him even more attracted to you.

So far, he likes the moments where you’d tuck your hair behind your ear and how your eyes turned into crescent moons whenever you laughed and looked at him. At times he couldn’t help but glance at your lips every now and then, feeling a little guilty when his thoughts went a little too far.

He liked how the both of you almost instantaneously connected, seeing you warming up to him and he liked how well you listen to his stories and ramblings about his interests. Giving your genuine reaction and your brutally honest opinion every time. It shocked him, but it made him feel seen, appreciated even, and that made him feel good.

In return, he was a good listener to you. Even after you went on and on about the same topic, it felt like his eyes would never leave you. So immersed in your conversations that time just seemed to pass by as the both of you kept on talking, laughing at each others jokes and confessions of embarrassing memories, and blush at the smallest physical contact.

“You know it’s funny” he spoke crossing his arms, “we’ve been talking all this time and I never got to know your name” he turned to you. “Oh right” you responded before extending your arm for a handshake, “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n” he glanced at your hand smiling before taking your hand in his. “Nice to meet you, y/n” he smiled, letting go of your hand.

Not long after you were interrupted by the dinging sound of the washing machine, turning your attention away from him. “Uhm, hang on let me get that” you stood up grabbing your laundry basket and walking towards your laundry machine.

While putting away your laundry, you sneaked a few glances at Jay every now and then, you’d always be greeted with the view of either his face being glued to his phone or him looking up and smiling at you every now and then, his dimples showing on the corners of his lips.

Until the machine beside you let out a dinging which made him look up from his phone before he stood up, put his phone in his pockets, and walked towards the machine besides you.

He’d glance at you every now and then, he would see you were busy putting your clothes away into your laundry basket and at times both of your eyes would meet, it made him look away in embarrassment before coughing as an excuse to cover his cheek to hide his blush, which did nothing since his ears could be seen displaying a light shade of red. You thought it was adorable of him and that made you let out a small smile, thankfully covered by the washing machine’s door as you felt your blood rushing through your cheeks.

You waited for him to finally close the washing machine door behind him before you spoke. “Uhm, so, I’m gonna take off now” You spoke tucking a few strands of your hair onto the back of your ear, for a few moments he just stood there, his mouth opened and turned to a smile when you said that.

“Yeah, same” he replied glancing at the piles and piles of clean laundry he has on his hands, “it was nice meeting you by the way Jay” you smiled up at him, holding up your laundry basket. His eyes soften at your form, “likewise y/n” he replied. “Ok then, I hope I get to see you more often then, have a nice rest of your day” you said before turning around, taking a few steps away. “I hope so too” he half shouted making you turn around to flash him a smile, your eyes soft like the moon on a summers day and your cheeks tinted in pink, making him blush and smile as he looked at you turning around the corner.

He liked that you decided to talk to him, despite the awkward first impression. It’s been a while since he’s been able to talk and sit with someone for the first time and made time seem to fly pass so fast. He meant what he said about how he’d hope to see you more often, especially since now he knows that your apartments are not that far away from each other. You were an interesting person to say the least and he’d love to hear more of your prospective on things both you and the both of you are interested in.

Let’s just say, it won’t take long for you and Jay to meet again in the near future.

[pretzel-box]

well... I'm trying to draw a Paintner from a streamer AU... AND IT'S REALLY HARD, I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW TO HUMANIZE IT....

LET ME HELP YOU DEAR FRIEND BECAUSE I DIE EVERY TIME I SEE YOUR PRETTY ART.

Welcome to: STREAMER AU PAINTER FACTS!

including: Moodboards!

—× Painters real name is Vincent in the streamer au. It's a personal headcanon. [Vincent Van Gogh is my favourite painter.] He doesn't like his birth name and nicknames and calls himself Painter.

Now let's dive into the upcoming Streamer AU Lore. This is split in two sections: Vincent & Painter. Both are the same person but with different lifestyles.

VINCENT

-× Vincent is the adopted son of Urbanshades CEO. He isn't aware that he's adopted. He will be the heir to the company and has studied exactly for this goal because of his fathers request.

-× He graduated from the Ivy League [Yale] with excellent grades.

-× Works officially for Urbanshade but checks in rarely since he has the freedom to do so. It's more like a tiny site business to learn the ropes from his father.

-× He's somewhat distant and professional in front of the Urbanshade employees, trying to mimic the same expressions as his father to build a reputation of respect. He may appear cold, but his replies are always helpful and on point.

-× He has his own expensive car from a top brand and an own chauffeur.

-× He wears contact lenses during work. His vision isn't the best, but he hates wearing glasses during his office business.

-× His father indirectly forced him to everything, shaping him into the perfect heir to take over Urbanshade and continue the legacy. Vincent his own needs aren't important.

PAINTER

-× Painter is a nickname that Sebastian gave him. Once Painter complained that he hates who he is. Sebastian tried to tell him he doesn't have to be Vincent, when he can be the one thing he always wanted to be: a Painter. From then on Sebastian nicknamed him Painter.

-× Painter is rich and successful, yet he prefers to drive with a plain green bikecycle around in private, it keeps him fit, and he feels more free.

-× He has an own little tech shop as a hobby. He tries to earn his own money for opening up a small art studio for himself. His father isn't supporting him, so he has to reach that goal all by himself.

-× He doesn't care for the Yale Graduation, the money, Urbanshade or his dad. Painter wishes to become an artist and not the CEO of a world famous company.

-× Painter loves puzzles, strategy games and riddles. He would do the sudoku in newspapers, the crosswords in magazines and solve logic errors during breakfast. Sebastian couldn't understand how he can be so smart.

-× He paints in the back of his shop, much to Cordelias demise. She once stepped in a bucket of pink paint, it stained her favourite pair of shoes for the rest of her life. Aside from that, you can find many broken devices, scrap and beautiful paintings in the back.

-× He always thought he didn't need someone in his life. He was happy as long as his dad was happy. But when you stepped in, he felt as if the world suddenly gained colours. He is absolutely mesmerized by you and is conflicted because his best friend feels the same.