#even the bats can't keep up in a car chase

[azulhood]

Driver Danny.

Danny goes to Gotham (you can pick why) and he's strapped for cash.

So he tries everything to keep the flickering lights on and the leaky roof over his head.

Dishwashing, pizza delivering, grocery shop Manning, beverage making, tutoring.

He does everything.

Eventually he ends up doing less then legal stuff.

Keeping a look out while a store gets robbed (didn't really feel guilty for that one, the owner was an asshole) work at the iceberg lounge.

Somehow he ends up as a gettaway driver...

Danny, the son of Jack "what's a red light?" Fenton.

He becomes the most sort after driver in Gotham.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 26

Robins look of utter rage fills Danny with adrenaline as he puts the petal to the metal to escape the stabby birds vengeance.

Danny wasn't too worried, after all the car he stole was the Batmobile and he was pretty sure Boy Wonder couldn't hurt the car without being grounded or something.

Whatever. He didn't really even plan to keep the car anyway.

He just needed a way to get them to Amity. Sam and a few other kids had gone missing after she lead a protest against the GIW over the anyi-ecto acts and thier treatment of ghosts and Tucker disappeared a few days later after he got back hacked while trying to find where they took her.

Danny wasn't stupid enough to go in as either Fenton or Ancients forbid, Phantom so he needed help. Unfortunately his track record for asking for help usually ended with him being talked over, talked down to, ridiculed, ignored, ect. So naturally he had to take things into his own hands as usual.

Thus stealing the Batmobile and doing the metaphorical equivalent or hitting a bat flavored hornets nest with a stick and hoping he doesn't die the rest of the way.

He is from the Midwest and this situation was awkward enough to activate his hospitality instincts so he offers to take music requests over the com lines (much to Red Robins bafflement). They of course have noticed a lack of Oracles involvement by this point and Danny informs them of his heavily modified Amazon fire stick and that he used it to not only knock Oracle out of the game -mostly to keep her from hacking into the batmobile and giving him a one way ticket to juvie- but also give him what was pretty much an hologram version of an instruction booklet for the fancy car hes driving.

Yeah, he doesn't know any of the bypass or security codes, but now he doesn't have to wonder that all the buttons do...and if they'll eject him.

Eventually they make it out of Gotham, the bats are miffed and tired. The sun is coming up and the fuzzy fighters break off to return to thier city.

They're likely going to use the trackers in the vehicle to find it once Danny parks so they don't end up chasing him all over the continent.

Good. All according to plan.

Except he waits a day after returning to Amity and hiding the car.

Then two.

Then four pass by without so much as a wing beat.

After five days Danny decides he can't wait anymore and goes back to Gotham to steal more bat themed items. That jet looked rather nice...

In the meantime the bats are flummoxed as to why they can't find this kid

Turns out large amounts of ecto radiation renders most tracking useless. Who knew?

Eventually Danny has a whole collection of expensive bat things and he, on the verge of a breakdown, drives back to Gotham in the GAV (bear in mind hes 14 and has no license throughout all of this) uses the GAV to kidnap Bruce Wayne. He apologizes profusely but explains the situation and that he really needs Batmans help but he seems to be refusing to get involved. So naturally he has to kidnap his sugar daddy to force his hand.

[jvnluvr]

Hello, I really love your writing style. It's so cute<3, Can I request something? Can you write Kaiser bf headcanons + scenario?

kaiser bf headcannons + scenario ♡

response: thank you omg and of course love !! i love this request <3 my brain went haywire and i’m now overcome with immense love towards kaiser. i hope you and everyone else likes it !

[also 65 followers and over 100 reblogs today!! i’m so insanely happy. writing is one of my favourite hobbies, and it makes me feel immensely grateful people are reading my work. thank you again!]

kaiser x f!reader

headcannons:

• BF KAISER is the clingiest boyfriend ever. he just is never physically capable of taking his hands off of you. you don’t mind though, he holds you like the most precious thing he has ever laid his eyes on. (that’s exactly what you are.) he’s shameless about it too, no matter where you are, he’ll cling onto you.

• BF KAISER who loves to mess with you. in a playful way, of course! kaiser just likes teasing you because he absolutely adores your reactions. he’ll hold your chin to make you face up to him, and the way your cheeks get dusted in a light pink or when you avert your eyes away from in embarrassment is everything to kaiser. he’ll always want to let out deep chuckle because of how adorable he finds you!

• BF KAISER that tries to make as much time for you as possible. unlike other people, too busy and might honestly choose their career over their partner, kaiser wouldn’t dare to think of such a thing. he may be the ace, and he has worked insanely hard to get where he is now, but he knows that you are equally as important to him as his career.

• BF KAISER who falls 10x more in love when you actively support him and show up to his games. he makes you wear his jersey in general, but if you show up to a game with it on, he might pass out on the field alone. it’s his overprotectiveness kicking in, and he feels more than just elated when you show everyone that you are happily taken. kaiser would probably yell to everyone after this game too, “hey, that’s my girlfriend! ya hear that?”

• BF KAISER who likes to do the silliest things with you. he'll just sometimes randomly wake you up and take you out. whether on walks, late-night snacks, or in playgrounds, kaiser just wants to spend time with you even if it's in the simplest ways. he'll chase you around the house, begging for your affection in a playful way, or he'll play hide and seek with you just to lift up your spirits.

• BF KAISER who will keep complimenting you in german, sometimes without even realizing it, because you’re just ethereal in his eyes. he'll say things like "du siehst heute so hübsch aus." or "ich kann nicht glauben, dass du mir gehörst." the fact that you can’t understand him makes him say more, cause your confused face makes him want to say the most shameless things ever.

• BF KAISER that gets both overprotective and jealous if another man even BATS AN EYE AT YOU. he can't help it, if other men don't get the hint that you are happily taken, he will gladly prove it in front of their faces. kaiser definitely keeps you attached to him, skin to skin. he’ll either have his hand firmly on your waist, hand draped over your shoulder or giving you a piggyback ride in public. his siren eyes aren't even a warning, it's just straight up death. you make enemies with kaiser, there's not much to go back to after that. but he never gets angry at you, how could he?

• BF KAISER who is the sweetest gentleman ever. chivalry still exists and this man emits it every day. PRINCESS TREATMENT. it’s only natural you get so nervous with the way he treats you. kaiser INSISTS to hold the door for you, makes you stay in the car so he can open the door for you, kisses your hand atleast 20x a day, puts on/takes of your shoes, helps you wear jewelry, and anything else in his power to make sure you’re treated like the precious girl you are. <3

• BF KAISER who knows how to comfort you when you’re sad. he’ll not only instantly notice when you are sad, but he’ll sit on the ground, scoop you into his lap and let you cry into his neck if needed. he could care less about his shirt getting wet, nothing else matters if you’re in pain. kaiser will kiss you everywhere, whispering sweet nothings like “i’m here, pretty girl.” or “i got you, meine liebe, it’s okay.” into your ear until you’ve calmed down.

• BF KAISER who lets you trace over the rose tattoos over his neck. usually he’ll merely let people glance at them, as his jersey keeps them covered for the most part while he plays. but for you, since you’re so infatuated with them, he will sit down with you; with you in his lap, and kaiser will just admire you as you admire him. he can’t help but find how cute you look when you stare in awe. “it’s such a pretty design’, michael.” you say, letting your fingers run up and down the rose. “yeah? well i think you’re a whole lot prettier to look at.”

scenario:

you and kaiser in your own little world. <3

“come back here, kliene!” it felt as if you were both young children again, running around the playground and chasing each other. kaiser’s the sweetest really, he always knows how to make you happy in any situation. “catch me if you can!!” you laughed as you both ran in circles. however, your stamina isn’t as good as your pro athlete boyfriend’s, so-

“gotcha!” he wrapped his arms around your waist as you both fell onto the ground. “you can’t outrun me, engel.” you turn your head sideways, confused. “michael, what’s with all the nicknames recently?” kaiser usually only stuck to either your name or one or two nicknames, the simple ones. it was unlike him to suddenly start calling you all of these (although really adorable) endearing nicknames.

he turned you around in his lap, leaning his forehead against yours. “why wouldn’t i? you’re my precious girl after all.” the cold already made your cheeks red, but kaiser chuckled after seeing them turn even redder at his comment. “seee, it’s impossible to resist.” he leans in for a hug, which you automatically accept, enveloping your arms around him too.

“hey, michael?” you ask, whispering against his ear. he pulls apart from you slightly, looking into your eyes.

“hm?” he replied, eyebrow raised.

“thank you, for everything you do for me. sometimes it feels like i don’t deserve a boyfriend as amazing as you.” you conveyed quietly. “i wish..” not the tears again. “i wish i could do even more than what you do for me. but you’d never let me do that.” you let out a laugh, bringing your finger up to prevent the tears from spilling. “so all i can say is thank you, thank you for choosing me.”

before you could wipe all the tears that were falling from your heartfelt confession, kaiser cupped your cheeks and kissed you like you were the finest wine glass, if he put one wrong finger in place, you would break. he kissed all over your face, it was his way of comforting you.

“mein liebe, don’t cry, please?” he kept wiping your tears. “it’s not sad tears, i’m just happy.. happy i have someone like you now.” you gave him a small smile of reassurance, but he gave you back a gaze of admiration. his lips lifted into a smile as he hugged you again, kissing your neck once before whispering how much he loved you over and over again.

“if my soul were a pen and my heart ink, with the blood of my veins, i would write i love you and burn it into my skin.”

[stervrucht]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 30: Vampire

1730 words

Blood crawls where it can't go

[Part1] Part2

There’s something wrong with him.

Eddie has felt it ever since he woke up in the Upside Down, alone, clothes torn to shreds, soaked with blood, but otherwise unharmed. He still remembers the way those teeth tore into him. How the bats gnawed and bit, tearing at his skin until it gave way. 

Yet, there’s nothing to show for it. Nothing at all.

Did he dream it? Wouldn't that just be so like him, dozing off post-battle in some weird-ass hellscape? Fucking good for nothing.

He was surrounded by bat corpses and Dustin was gone. The bedsheet rope from the portal was cut off, just as he remembers, only now a new makeshift rope had taken its place—ratty curtains tied together. The others probably left through there. 

When Eddie makes his way through the portal, the world is a mess. He is instantly hit by the whaling sirens: the air alarm, ambulances, fire trucks. The whole shebang. 

The trailer park looks like an earthquake ran through it and pulled the ground apart at places he’s sure used to have dwellings standing there. There are people everywhere, clutching at each other, pulling at debris. They’re shouting names and consoling crying children.

Eddie is spotted as soon as he leaves what remains of the trailer. 

He freezes, staring right back at the wondering eyes of a woman. Her eyes widen with a small flame of recognition until—

It dies behind her eyes the next second. She carries on, hauling arms full of belongings towards a car.

That’s weird.

That’s so fucking weird.

He has no time to dwell on it though. Definitely shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. 

He could head to Reefer Rick’s again. Thinks he could do it mostly unseen. Maybe lay low for a few days until things calm down. He’s pretty sure he still saw some cans of mushroom soup deep within the kitchen cabinets. A roof over his head and a stomach full of food would certainly help him sort his thoughts.

He moves carefully through the remains of the trailer park. Every now and then, people stare, but no one says anything. No one cries ‘bloody murder’ or crosses their hearts. After a while, Eddie realizes stealth seems hardly necessary. 

The people just don’t care.

Fair enough. Hawkins looks like the apocalypse rolled in and went to town. There’s probably bigger fish to fry than some suspected satanist-turned-murderer. 

He isn’t sure when he goes from sneaking to walking, but he does eventually. And maybe he died after all. Maybe he’s nothing but a ghost wandering the mortal realm. A wraith maybe, that’d be pretty cool. 

Except, people are looking. They stare at him, open their mouths, only to close them again, thoughts seemingly slipping away.

No one stops him the whole way out to Reefer Rick’s.

—

He tries eating the soup, but the moment it hits his tongue he gags. He can’t keep it down—can’t even swallow it. After his so manyth attempt, he decides to throw it out. It’s no use.

He’s so hungry.

He’s starving, gut aching with sharp pain.

He wanders around Rick’s house, unsure what to do with himself. His legs are restless and his stomach won’t stop its incessant aching. 

That is until he enters the boathouse. He hears the padding on nails on wood before he sees them.

Rats.

There is nothing he can do to stop himself from chasing them. He’s much faster, more agile than he remembers—much more than any rat.

He captures the pest with ease, holding the little rodent by the scuff of its neck. It struggles against his fingers and squeaks with fury. Eddie stares at its brown fur, cocks his head as he studies it with newfound interest. He feels its heat under his fingers and hears its heartbeat inside his head like a song.

The next thing he knows, he feels fur on his tongue and tastes blood on his lips.

—

He visits the hospital the next day. 

He walked all the way from Reefer Rick’s with no one to stop him. He enters the hospital without a problem and asked after all the names of his friends. The receptionist gives him the same strange look: a second of recognition before her eyes turn glassy and it’s business as usual.

He gets two hits: Maxine Mayfield and Steve Harrington.

He visits Max first and finds Lucas by her side. He feels a little bad about how they left things—he hasn’t really spoken to him since the campaign. 

That seems so long ago. 

There is no use in addressing it now though. Lucas has other things on his mind. Max lies bent and broken in bed. The gentle beeping of the heart monitor assures him she’s alive, even though she doesn’t seem like it. He gives Lucas’ shoulder a reassuring squeeze and tells Max to hang in there before moving to his second target.

Steve Harrington is in much better shape than Max. 

He lies in bed, his torso bare except for where it’s wrapped in bandages. An IV hanging off his arm, clear fluid in the bag by his side. Steve stares at the little TV, unaware of Eddie’s presence.

A strange feeling swirls in his gut as he stares at Steve. He takes in the soft pink of his skin, a little more pale than normal, but full of life nonetheless. His eyes move to the gentle curve of Steve’s neck where tendons draw tight lines as he leans his head to one side. 

Eddie can’t stop staring, saliva pooling in his mouth. Did Steve always look this good? He wants to sink his teeth in, crawl under his skin and consume him. Taste his mouth and drink his sounds—

What the hell is wrong with him? 

He swallows thickly, hands clenching and unclenching as he tries to compose himself.

Steve turns his head.

His eyes widen and Eddie sees it again—should be used to it by now—the dying of realization, words slipping from the tip of the tongue. Whatever got Hawkins in its grip, it’s doing a damn good job of keeping Eddie out of trouble.

There must be something wrong with him. Steve’s frown confirms it.

Eddie clears his throat, willing his unease away. “Hey, man. How’re you holding up?”

“Been better.” Steve raises his arm with the IV. “Preventative antibiotics. Something about sep…sepsis?”

Eddie nods, eyes finding their way back to Steve’s neck. He can hear his heartbeat from here, doesn’t even need to look at the little screen to know it’s elevated. Is Steve nervous or is it the drugs?

“I—” Eddie pauses for a moment. He doesn’t know what to say. “Did you get him?” he whispers that last part, afraid of who might be listening in. 

Steve nods. “Torched the fucker. Nance shot him to pieces too.”

Eddie feels some tension leaving his body. “Good. That’s good,” he sighs.

“You and Dustin did well.” Steve’s eyes are on him, gaze intense. “We couldn’t have done it without you guys.”

Steve doesn’t mention the fact Eddie woke up, alone, in the Upside Down. 

Abandoned.

It’s strange. Somehow it feels too significant to omit, yet he doesn’t say it either. He lets it hang unspoken between the two of them. 

“You need anything? I can get you something,” Eddie says eventually. He points a thumb over his shoulder towards the door. 

“Actually,” Steve starts, a small smile playing on his lips, “I’m dying for a soda.”

Eddie gets two sodas from the vending machine in the hallway, and they drink them together while making small talk. Eddie doesn’t have much to say—can’t form too many coherent thoughts really—with Steve’s presence next to him. It’s calling out to him like a siren’s song, the sound of Steve’s voice like a melody.

He forces his eyes down. Makes sure not to look at the way Steve’s throat bobs as he drinks. 

Once they finish their drinks, Eddie excuses himself. His hands are itching for skin, and he tastes the ghost of metallic blood on his tongue. 

The rat thing. 

It had been fucking weird, yet something within him calls for it—screams for it. The moment he hears the rapid beat of their tiny hearts in a back alley a few streets away from the hospital, he starts running.

—

Steve stirs awake and the living room is dark and quiet. He sits himself up on the couch, back hurting from the strange position he fell asleep in. The table is clear of D&D attributes and all chairs are back in their rightful place. Did he dream it all—his living room filled with kids, joyously shrieking in victory under the careful narration of Eddie’s voice?

“Jonathan and Nancy came to pick them up.” Eddie sits across from him in a chair, legs crossed, his form illuminated only by the gentle blue light bouncing inside from the pool. He speaks like he reads Steve’s mind and his eyes shine bright, reflecting light like a cat’s would. 

Steve shudders. The scratches on his knee ache, the phantom of Eddie’s nails still present.  “You’re still here.”

Eddie uncrosses his legs and leans forward, lower arms resting on his knees. “Didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

His tone sounds sincere, normal even. 

“I’m always alone.” Steve runs a hand through his hair, tries to tame it a little after it got messed up by lying down. His heart is still thundering in his chest, nervous anticipation running through his veins like a drug. 

Eddie is silent for a moment, two glowing orbs staring at him unblinkingly. “You don’t have to be.”

Steve licks his lips. He can feel it now. A choice. It feels like he’s balancing on the edge of a cliff, staring down the deep void and considering whether he should jump. “You’re asking to stay?”

“If you’ll have me?” 

Eddie’s words are deceptively simple, but there’s more to them. An unspoken question. Steve considers it, imagines the warm embrace of what’s down at the bottom of that cliff. 

Wonders if Eddie will be there to catch him. 

It would feel so good to give in. Run away from suffering and pain and the knowledge of what horrors are out there. 

“I would,” Steve says finally. His voice is surprisingly steady. He feels confident in his words.

---

To be continued.

This turned out much longer than I anticipated. I will post a full version on Tumblr and AO3 once I get around to it <3

[all-pacas]

Can you spare anymore dean Cameron and Chase MD headcannons?

DEAN CAMERON AU:

ironically i think. i really think. this might be the only timeline where this relationship works out in a way that isn't toxic. make of that what you will.

S6: Cameron and Chase return to Diagnostics after Foreman fucks it all up. Because Cameron isn't getting written off, though, Dibala goes differently: he dies of genuine medical error. Chase has nothing to do with it. Cameron, however, is still affected: she was wishing for this guy's death, and he did die, and she felt good about it, and she did not like that in herself. She comes to the same general conclusion as in canon — that Diagnostics is a Bad Place To Be — but it's tempered quite a bit by the lack of murder. When House goes recruiting, she very firmly refuses and goes back to the ER; she's finally gotten all of that out of her system.

Chase for his part does drift back to Diagnostics, with Cameron's tentative blessing; now instead of divorce jokes he gets made fun of for being henpecked etc. He also does the S3 thing of agreeing with everything Cameron says, even though she isn't even on the team, which House finds super aggravating. Cameron can now refer anything she wants to Diagnostics, and does this a lot. Chase and Thirteen start becoming friends, although that relationship turns out differently — they can't bond over being murderers, but Chase also won't flirt with her. So… win-win?

S7: House and Cuddy start dating. Now What turns into a very weird comedy, because House still calls Chase to run interference, but Cuddy calls Cameron for the same. So they're both running around trying to hide their scheming from one another and keep the hospital going. Cameron spends S7 getting to be really good buddies with Cuddy, even trying to offer her relationship tips (House and Chase are both cringing here). In at least one episode there's a subplot where Cameron is babysitting Rachel and everyone is like oooooh when are youuuuuu having a baby? She also is slowly turning into something like Cuddy's second in command.

Cameron is still very much in Boundaries Era with House, but when Masters joins the team she gets more involved: Cameron likes Masters right off the bat and really tries to mentor her and give her like. Tips. Chase still finds Masters super annoying, so some of Cameron's tips are how to manage that idiot.

Because Chase never gets to enter his Dumb Whore Era, the doxxing episode gets replaced with one where the subplot is House seeing the writing on the wall — namely, that Cameron is turning more Cuddy-ish by the day, and he does not need someone on his team with the boss on speed-dial: he wants Chase to pick between Cameron and Diagnostics, and Cameron is like well obviously it's me and Chase feels genuinely conflicted. This is sympathetic and understandable but not the correct response in Cameron's view. He's like what, I can't have a backup plan even though every step of our relationship you had one foot out the door? And then 😬😬😬

Much more minor version of Lockdown ensues, time to Have It Out about all the problems they're ignoring and coasting past! You can even tie the earlier "ooooh when are you two having a babyyyy" cliche plot into this: No time soon, because it turns out Chase isn't convinced that at some point Cameron's not gonna skip town! For some nice narrative contrast, they make up at the same time that House and Cuddy break up. At the end of S7, House drives his car into Cuddy's house.

S8! DEAN CAMERON TIME. She's appointed assistant Dean/emergency Dean when Cuddy resigns, on Cuddy's recommendation. Foreman, meanwhile, is handed Diagnostics. In the year that House is in jail, Taub and Thirteen still quit, and Foreman is having trouble attracting new fellows; Chase doesn't go surfing for a year, but has spent the past year in another department (The OR? ICU?) Out of prison, Cameron gleefully informs House that he can have his job back… under Foreman. He's now a fellow, not head of Diagnostics. So many antics ensue. Chase also moves back to Diagnostics on Cameron's request. He absolutely revels in being an open tattletale/sleeping with the boss, although House is pretty quickly able to corrupt Chase into not tattling, at least some of the time. Foreman is losing his mind.

As Dean, Cameron is doing a good job! She can do the schmoozing, she really can do the paperwork, this is a temporary posting but she really wants to make it permanent. Her one struggle is that she really keeps trying to micro-manage Diagnostics/House/Foreman/Chase. Chase, meanwhile, is still struggling between wanting to appease House and Cameron; between really enjoying being in Diagnostics and feeling like he's "supposed" to be a rat/man on the inside/line to Cameron. He's still feeling pretty torn.

Nobody's Fault/Chase still happens. Cameron freaks. She immediately insists Chase quit Diagnostics, says it was a huge mistake for him to go back, she never should have let him, etc. Chase's crisis now is that, hang on, let him? He's always kind of done what he was told, what was expected of him. Now it's as though Cameron is in charge of his life. Maybe he doesn't want to be her man on the inside, maybe he doesn't want to do what she tells him, maybe he also doesn't want to be House's lackey either. Hell, he never even wanted to be a doctor, that was just what his father wanted. For once he'd like to make his own damn decisions. Divorce round two! Chase quits the hospital several months before he's "supposed" to.

Wilson gets cancer. House fakes his death. Etc.

Post series: Foreman runs Diagnostics. Cameron is permanent Dean. Chase… god knows. He's gotten a job at a different hospital, without anyone familiar telling him what to do.

[gxbbyhoneybadger]

The Roundup #3

Pairing: Joel Miller x !F!Reader

Summary: The gang is rounded up at Bill's, afterwards, Ellie and Elliot both want the adults to work together, especially since Y/n knew the outside world much more but with much reluctance from her. Their journey continues onwards to find Tommy.

Warnings: Adult language, blood, guns & knives, tension, angst, character death (mention of suicide), flashbacks of childbirth, attempted SA, arguments.

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

Part I, Part II,

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"I'll cut to the chase. I need a car." Joel said.

"Well, it is a joke. Joel needs a car. Well, if I had one that works, which I sure as hell don't, what makes you think I'd just give it to you? Huh? Yeah, sure Joel, go ahead, take my car. Take all my food too while you're at it."

"By the looks of it, you could stand to lose some of that food." Ellie said. "You listen to me, you little shit-!"

"No, fuck you! You handcuffed me-"

"I need you to shut up. Alright?" Joel said to Ellie.

"It doesn't matter anyway. Y/n is already getting a car battery as we speak. Probably heading back already-"

"Y/n? She's here?" Joel questioned. "Arrived here around two hours ago, two kids, one of them was brat like that one." Bill said as he glared at Ellie. "She's taking the truck and leaving."

~~~

Y/n successfully found a truck inside of a house after escaping that school of hell. "Fucking bloaters." She hissed while dusting herself off, until she looked up and saw corpse hanging from the ceiling. It was Frank. She knew him personally, he was the one who found her after she left Joel, Tommy, and her brother at the start of this apocalypse.

He was the one who delivered her to the Jaguar's. He was bitten all along his arms and shoulder, did Bill know about this? She shook it off and cut him down to get rid of the display. She was already prepared to leave the house and go pick up the kids, that was until she passed by a room.

A child's room. Specifically, a young boy's area. Old car blankets, blue lamp, old posters of cowboys and space rangers. A small baseball bat in the corner, she bit her lip to push back the memories creeping into her mind again. But she couldn't fight the pain that overwhelmed her sights.

~~~

"Look at our little fella!" Y/n's brother smiled as he watched her baby bump. "You're already attached to the baby and she's not even out yet, Alex."

"You're so sure it's gonna be a girl, I want a little nephew." Alex grinned as he held his hip. "I want a niece." Reuben yelled from outside. "Guys, we don't need to-"

"No, the baby needs a crib. I bought a pink one-"

"Alex!"

"I'm kidding. It's a white one, geez! Anyway, how far along are you again? Six months?"

"Eight months? But. . . I'm scared." Y/n mumbled. "Pft! Scared? The hell are you scared about?" Arthur asked as he entered the living room where Y/n and Alex stood.

"You know. . . The whole, raising a baby thing. And the birth part, what if. . . What if something happens to me? Or worse, the baby?! What if I can't raise it-?"

"Hey, hey hey, don't worry about that right now. Take one step at a time. You know, I was there for it all with mom. I know I'm perfect because I'm the first one." Y/n punched his shoulder which made him laugh. "Y/n, mom panicked too about having another kid. You know what I told her?"

"What?"

"That she'll be okay. You on the other hand, will be perfect. Dad isn't here anymore, you got us. All twelve of us, Y/n. We're not leaving your side until you're settled and comfortable with you daughter."

"We don't know yet." She mumbled.

"Well, fuck it. I want a niece." Alex said.

"He wants a niece so he can keep the boys away from her." Arthur said while walking into the kitchen.

"That's only half true!" Alex reminded him. A few weeks later, Y/n was studying at her table for a test she had to do in a few days for school. She wanted to eat something, but didn't want to get up. Her brothers were out working while one was knocked out on the couch. Sighing and coming to a defeat, she got up and walked to the kitchen to look for some snacks to fill her appetite.

She found some chocolate and a cupcake to go along with it, "I'm such a sweet tooth for this kind of stuff." She mumbled to herself. Until she dropped her bar when she felt something soak her inner thighs, she gasped and looked to see that her water had broke.

"Oh. . . Shit. . . Oh shit! Julio!! Fuck! Julio! Julio, help!!" She yelled with panic, her brother immediately woke up from his power nap and rushed to the kitchen.

"What happened-? Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck! Okay! Okay, come on! We're taking you to the hospital!" He said as he quickly led her outside. The drive was urgent and so was the call he made to his brothers, multiple of them called the hospital to warn their second brother who was a doctor that Y/n was in labor.

She was shaking as sweat began to form on her brow, she was beginning to tear up as they prepared her on the bed. Her brother rushed in with three other nurses as her other brothers tried to comfort her. "You're okay, it's going to be okay-"

"Y/n, you have to focus and control your breathing, okay? Oh yeah, yeah, she's definitely dilated. I need you to try and push." Her brother, Michael said. Alex held her hand as he said comforting things to her. "Don't you give her pills to numb the pain or something?!" Julio yelled at Michael.

"She's too far along for that, and don't shout-!"

"Shit! Y/n!" Arthur and Luis said as they rushed inside of the room. "Doctor, there's too many people in here-!"

"Guys, wait outside the room-!"

"We're not leaving her alone!" Mateo cut in, "AGH!!" Y/n screamed, crushing Alex's hand in hers. He withheld the urge to rip his hand out of hers, he focused on trying to keep her calm. Her brothers watched her cry and scream as she tried pushing as hard as she could. But by the end of it, she was trying to catch her breath as the baby began to wail in Michael's arms.

He quickly moved to rest the baby in her arms, as soon as he did, the baby began to calm down within her grasp. "Congrats, little sis. . . It's a baby boy." He grinned at her. She let out a small laugh and she hugged her baby, "He's so quiet." She whispered out of breath. "Damn. . . Can we switch it for a girl-?"

"Alex!" His brothers and Y/n chastised.

"I'm kidding! What are you gonna name him?" He wondered as he sat in a chair rubbing his hand.

"How about Spartan?" Mateo suggested. "No, definitely Master Chief." Luis said. Y/n ignored the bickering over the name and instead looked at her son, unable to look away from such a beautiful boy. His small knuckles rested on her chest, his tiny body lying on hers as she held him securely.

"I like Noah." She said, her brothers all paused and looked at her. "Noah?" Michael said as he dried his hands after washing them. "Why Noah?" Ramone inquired while sitting beside Y/n.

"I just like it. . . It matches him, doesn't it? Little Noah. . ."

"Noah and the Ark, you mean?" Mateo chuckled.

"Shush." Luis muttered.

"I like it." Julio answered.

"Hi, Noah. . . You're so beautiful. . . So beautiful and special." Y/n whispered before kissing his head.

~~~

"So, that worked out well." Elliot said, "Okay, ah. We'll go check this side of the house." Ellie's voice brought Y/n back to reality, she turned and walked down the hall, listening to the two adult men.

"Bill?" Joel muttered. "Somebody had the same idea. They stole my shit." Bill answered. "Then what the hell is plan B?" Joel said. "You oughta be thankful you're still drawing breath. That was plan A, B, C, all the way to fucking Z. And furthermore, tell Tess that she can take this job-", "Don't you bring Tess into this!", "-she can shove it right up-!", "She's got nothin' to do with-!"

They both stopped arguing as they see the corpse on the ground. ". . . Jesus. What? Do you know this guy or something?" Joel questioned.

"Frank." Bill mumbled. "Who the hell's Frank?" Joel scoffed.

"He was his partner." Y/n said as she entered the room. Relief seemed to have washed from Joel's face when he saw her standing there. "He's the only idiot that would wear a shirt like that. . . He's got bites. Here. And. . ." Bill didn't continue as he painfully looked at his partner's face.

"I reckon he didn't want to turn so he. . ."

"Yeah. I guess not. Well fuck him." Bill spat. "I cut him down when I got here. . . I. . . I'm sorry, Bill. I found the battery in the garage." Soon they all hear the sound of a pickup starting up. Y/n rushed to the garage, Elliot and Ellie were in the truck as Max stood in the bed of the truck.

"Look what we found. It's got some juice in it." Ellie smirked. "That's my battery. That fuckin' asshole. . . Get out. Get out." Bill said to the kids.

"Okay, geez." Ellie grumbled as Elliot helped Max out of the truck.

~~~

"I found the battery myself, therefore, I get the truck." Y/n argued with Joel. "I told you we're takin' the truck!" Y/n scoffed at Joel's response. Elliot and Ellie looked at each other before they took Max and got inside of the truck themselves. "You know this place better, don't you? So walk!" Joel said to her. "Driving is quicker to get these kids back! You walk!" She seethed at him.

"We can go together?" Elliot suggested. "No!" Y/n spat, "Joel is going to walk and we're taking the truck."

"You're the one walkin'!" Joel said as he turned away from her. Everything escalated from zero to hundred when a knife was held against Joel's throat. "You're. Fucking. Walking. Miller. I don't care if I have to rip out your Achilles tendon to stop you, I will do it if you continue to push me." She threatened him. Ellie had wide eyes as Elliot watched with growing panic. Max was busy playing with her stuffed bunny on her lap. "Why do you want the truck so badly?" He asked her. "I already told you. You're walking with your cargo and I'm delivering mine."

"Why can't we drive together! It's faster and better! We'll be safer with numbers, remember!" Ellie said, "Just get over it and get in the car!" Elliot groaned.

Please. Max signed at Y/n. She hated the thought of working with Joel again, but she swallowed her pride and removed the knife from him. "I'm driving for now. We switch later." She commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am." He muttered.

~~~

Y/n was asleep in her bed, her brothers watched how peaceful she was. "She's finally sleeping comfortably." Luis muttered. "I thought she'd never sleep like this again." Michael whispered. Alex held two of his brothers shoulders before turning and heading downstairs.

"Alright, she's gonna need our help. She's still a kid and she's doing her work for school, that means we'll help her with Noah. That means: feeding, cleaning, changing, watching, and being around that kid whenever we can. We'll have shifts to take. Michael is bringing in a large sum of money thanks to his job, who else has a high salary?" Alex questioned as he grabbed a paper and pen before jotting down the payments.

"I'm a lawyer, remember?" Arthur added.

"Okay, lawyer, doctor, anyone a nurse or a singer?" Alex said. But before someone could speak, Noah began to cry. The twelve of them rushed to the wailing baby but found Y/n cradling him in her arms, she looked exhausted from just waking up, but Alex noticed how quickly she woke up just for Noah.

It reminded them all of their mother. No matter how tired she was, how much she craved her sleep, she'd do anything to help her children first. "You guys sound like a stampede of elephants when you run together." She mumbled, "I think he's hungry though. . . Can you close the door-?"

"Yeah! Yeah, okay. Closing the door." Luis said as he shut the door to give her privacy. "I can't believe she's a mom." Mateo replied as he leaned against the wall, "Nursing and getting up in the middle of the night for her baby. . . I can't believe it."

"You better believe it. We're all uncles, and we can't fuck it up. Not with our own sister." Arthur commented. "We'll get used to this. We can do it."

~~~

Joel and Y/n swapped places driving, she had her eyes closed as she rested in her seat. Her fingers tapping on her arm as she stayed silent, ". . . Can't sleep?" Joel mumbled. "I can. I just don't trust sleeping in a car." She whispered.

The drive was silent as it could be. The three children were sleeping in the back as the two adults remained vigilant; Y/n often glanced at Joel to see if he were dozing off or not, "You should get more sleep." She said, Joel looked at her. "I don't need you passing out on me." She added.

"I'm fine." Joel answered. She sighed and closed her eyes before Ellie and Elliot groaned.

"Oh, man." She whined.

"Hey, what happened to sleeping?" Joel questioned them. Ellie then held up a comic to show Joel and Y/n as Elliot tapped his fingers on his lap. "Okay, I know it doesn't look like it, but this here is not a bad read. Only one problem. Right there. "To be continued!" I hate cliffhangers."

"Where the hell did you two get that?" Y/n inquired.

"Uhh. . . back at Bill's." Elliot muttered. "I mean all this stuff was just lying there!" Ellie added. Max whined as she tried to cover her hears to sleep more.

"What else did you get?" Joel sighed.

"Well. . ." Ellie hummed as Elliot handed her a cassette with a smirk on his face. "Here. This make you two all nostalgic?" Ellie teased. "Y'know, this is actually before our time. That is a winner though." Joel said, before he pushed the cassette into the radio. "Oh, man. . ." He muttered.

"Well, better than nothing." Elliot commented. "Oh! I'm sure your friend will be missing this tonight." Ellie chuckled.

"Mm-hmm." Y/n hummed. "Light on the reading, but it's got some interesting photos." Elliot piped up. Joel and Y/n both glanced at the mirror before seeing the adult magazine in Ellie's hands.

"Hey, Ellie, that ain't for kids." Joel said. "Whoa. How. . . how the hell would he even walk around with that thing?" Ellie gasped. "Oh shit! Look at those straps! Looks like he's wearing a fishing net!" Elliot laughed.

"Get rid of that. Just-", "Throw that away, right now-!" Joel and Y/n both scolded as she tried to reach and grab the magazine.

"Hold your horses. We wanna see what all the fuss is about." Elliot chuckled as he looked at the magazine with Ellie. "Oh. . . why are these all stuck together?"

"Um. . ." Joel mumbled. "Haha! We're just fucking with you. Bye-bye, dude." Elliot threw it out the window as Max growled and climbed over into the front seat and on Y/n's lap. "Hey-!" Max whimpered as she laid comfortably in her chest, she was small and so warm. Her short light brown hair was soft on Y/n's neck. Max was easily dozing off once again

"You know what? . . . This isn't that bad." Elliot said.

"Why don't y'all try and get some sleep, alright?" answered Joel. "Pft—I'm not even tired." Ellie scoffed. "Me too." Elliot added. Less then five minutes later, Ellie and Elliot were sound asleep as they arrive on Pittsburgh's highway. Y/n had fallen asleep while holding Max in her arms.

Joel slowed the car down when they arrived at a blocked road. "Oh, no, no, no, no. . . Well, perfect." He sighed. "Mm? . . . Now what?" Y/n mumbled out as she woke herself up. Joel huffed before saying, "Screw it."

He turned the vehicle and continued down the turnpike, Y/n felt Max whimper in her shoulder as her small hands clutched to Y/n's jacket. Y/n's hands were reluctant as she reached to rub circles on Max's back to comfort her. The car suddenly jolts to a stop when Joel saw a man approaching their truck, supposedly injured as he clutched his stomach.

"Easy!" Ellie gasped.

"Please. . . help. . .!" The man begged. Y/n lifted Max and pushed her into the backseat before reaching down to her bag to retrieve her gun and a hunting knife. "Holy crap. . . Are we going to help him?" Elliot asked. "Put your seat belt on, kids." Y/n warned as she gripped her gun.

"Help me!" He begged. "W-What about the guy?!" Ellie yelped.

"He ain't even hurt." Joel growled before pushing the gas. "Oh, fuck!! Go, go, go!!" The man ordered as Joel charges at the stranger; different men all begin to start shooting at the truck as Y/n yelled for the kids to duck. Y/n then saw an overturned bus heading right at them. "Oh fuck! Joel-!" The bus t-boned them.

"Hold on!" Joel shouted as they crashed in a storefront. The sudden impact caused Y/n to go hazy as she slowly sat back up. "You guys okay?" She mumbled.

"I'm okay, I'm okay.", "Same here." Ellie and Elliot both said. "Then get out quick." Joel grunted as he and Y/n removed their seatbelts. Just then—Y/n's side door is ripped open and a hunter grabbed her arm and neck before attempting to pull her out of the truck. "C'mere!" The hunter hissed.

"Shit!" Joel said as he grabbed Y/n's ankle to pull her back inside. "Fuck-! Joel! Get the kids-! Get the fucking kids-!"

"Let go of her, you chickenshit! Joel!" Ellie shouted as she tried to open her door to help Y/n. "Y/n!!" Elliot screamed as he kicked at his door. Joel was then grabbed and dragged out of the truck by another hunter. Joel was slammed through glass but used his strength to avoid getting his throat sliced into by the sharp piece of glass. He elbowed the man before turning and slamming the hunter into the glass shard. "Joel!!" The kids yelled as they finally broke through the door—Joel's eyes scanned for Y/n before seeing the hunter slap her to the ground and get on top of her. "I'll show you. I'll show you." The hunter growled as he slid his hand up her shirt—trying to grab at her bra. "You fucking bastard!!" She shouted before stabbing his ribs with her knife that she reached for.

Max screamed as she jumped on the man's back and bit his ear to get him off Y/n. "Shit!" The hunter yelled as he tried to rip Max off while being stabbed at. Elliot and Ellie saved Max as Joel grabbed the hunter and dragged him towards a counter. He pulled him up and slammed his face into the edge of the counter.

"Motherfucker!" Ellie growled. "Come on." Joel said as Y/n got up. "What's wrong with these guys?" Elliot asked as he held Max's hand. "Catch your breath. We're leaving." Joel said while grabbing Y/n's bag and handing it to her.

"You okay-?", "I'm fine." She said abruptly—cutting off Joel before taking her gun. "Watch out!" Ellie gasped before a rifle was fired at Joel's head. They ducked just in time. "I know a way out. . . The roof is a good spot, from there we can cross and over to the next building. It's secured at the bottom." Y/n said, "Forgot these fucking hunters were here."

~~~

"There's no plank!?" Ellie squeaked. Y/n threw her bag across to the opposite building before backing up. Elliot turned and looked at her, so did Max and Ellie soon after. "What are you doing?" Elliot asked, she didn't respond before running and leaping off the building. Landing and rolling onto the other rooftop.

"Oh shit!!" The kids gasped. "I have a plank here. Cross over, quick!" Y/n said. Max whined as she held Joel's hand, her worst fear was heights. Elliot and Ellie passed to the next building, Joel picked up Max who was beginning to cry in his shoulder. Y/n pulled out her gun and aimed at the door as a hunter broke through—she shot him straight through the skull as Joel set Max down on the floor before removing the plank.

"Come on, let's keep moving!" Y/n said.

They hurried to a safer place, the hunters were still around, but not too close. "Oh, this place stinks." Ellie gagged. "Yeah, wood's all rotten." Joel replied as they continued walking through the building.

Ellie stopped by an abandoned coffee shop before asking Joel: "Did you go to coffee shops a lot?"

"I did. All the time." Joel answered. "And what would you get?" asked Elliot.

"Just. . . just coffee." Joel said. "Over here. . . We head through this hotel and make out on the other side. The quicker we get out, the safer we'll be." Y/n said as they followed her into the large hotel.

"It's clear, for now." said Y/n as she climbed down into the hotel. "Whoa. . . this is fancy. Ever stay in a place like this? Before it all went to shit, I mean." Ellie asked. "Watch your mouth." Y/n said.

"No. . . no, this is too rich for my blood." Joel commented. "Oh. I bet it was nice." Elliot grinned. Y/n ignored the conversation as she scoped out the area, planning on escaping without drawing anymore attention from the hunters. Perhaps she could travel by leaping onto other rooftops, it's risky. Maybe the kids can't jump that far, and she doubted there'll be more planks around them. The climbed through the elevator, Y/n helped the girls first before lifting Elliot next.

Before anyone could process it, the elevator gave in and collapsed from beneath the adults. Both fell into water as the kids screamed for their names. "Oh shit! Joel! Y/n?!", "Y/n! Joel!"

"We're alright! Are you okay?" Joel yelled as Y/n resurfaced. "No! You scared the shit outta us!" Ellie shouted. "I'm gonna climb down there, okay?" Elliot said. "No! All of you stay up there. We'll make our way up to you!" Y/n responded.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Ellie said. ". . . Don't kill each other." Elliot added.

"Yeah. . . We'll try." Joel muttered.

They didn't kill each other, but they rather tried to help each other when hunters found them. Y/n didn't hesitate to stab one of them in the throat—turning to grab a second hunter that was attacking her and managed to break his arm. Y/n was separated from Joel as the scuffle grew worse.

"Fuck!" One of them yelled as he tackled Joel into a semi-deep puddle of water. He held him down—drowning him as Y/n was being slammed into the wall by another attacker. Elliot ran and jumped onto the hunter's back and stabbed his switchblade in his neck—painfully dragging it across his throat while Ellie picked up Joel's pistol and shot the hunter drowning him.

Her hands were trembling as she slowly lowered it while Joel gasped for air. "Man. . . I shot the hell outta that guy, huh?" She whispered, Max was standing beside her as she stared wide-eyed at the corpse.

"Yeah, you sure did." He said. "I feel sick." She muttered as she sat down. Joel took his pistol back as Max looked up at him. "Why didn't you just hang back like I told you to?" Joel replied.

"Well, you're glad I didn't, right?" Ellie responded. "I'm glad I didn't get my head blown off by a damn kid." Joel scolded. "You know what? No. How about "Hey, Ellie. I know it wasn't easy, but it was either him or me, thanks for saving my ass." You got anything like that for me, Joel?" She asked.

". . . We gotta get going. We have to find Y/n and Elliot."

"Lead the way." She muttered.

~~~

Y/n was rubbing her neck as she looked at Elliot who's entire right hand was coated in blood. "Whoa. . . I-I really cut the hell out of his throat, huh?" He muttered with shaking hands. "Uh huh." Y/n sighed while straightening up correctly. Elliot leaned against the wall as he clenched on to his switchblade, "Why didn't you stay behind with your sister?" Y/n retorted.

He looked at her again and answered, "You and Joel were gone for. . . a while and, we were scared. . . So we tried to find you. And, you're glad I found you. . . right?" Elliot wondered. Y/n dusted off her shoulders and looked down the hall, ". . . Guess I am glad. . . But don't do that ever again."

"Why-?"

"Because I said so. If I'm struggling with someone in a fight, you better turn and run. Run as far as you can and don't turn back for me, you take you and your sister to somewhere else safe. Find Joel and Ellie and go with them. If that ever happens, you better do what I just told you to do. Got it?" She asked him.

". . . Got it. . ." He lowly said.

~~~

Y/n led them out of the hotel onto a scaffolding. But below them, hunters were patrolling the area. Y/n grabbed Joel's sleeve and tugged him down to avoid being seen. "Oh, shit." He muttered.

"They haven't gotten back yet. What the hell's taking them so long?" A hunter asked. "I don't know. They went to check on 'em. For now, we wait." Another replied.

"C'mere, keep your heads down." Joel said to the two teens, Max was close behind Y/n, "Alright now. . . I'm gonna jump down there and I'm gonna clear us a path."

"We're going to clear a path." Y/n added. Joel locked eyes with her before Ellie spoke up. "What about us?", "You stay here." Y/n said. "This is so stupid. We'd have more of a fucking chance if you'd let us help." Ellie responded.

"I am." She huffed before tipping her head at Joel who grabs a rifle laying nearby. "Now you seem to know your way around a gun. You reckon you can handle that?" Joel asked Ellie.

"Well, uh, I sorta shot a rifle before. . . but it was a rats." Ellie confessed. Y/n stared at her with disappointment as Joel confusingly asked, "Rats?"

"With BBs, I bet?" Elliot grinned, "Fuck yeah." Ellie replied with a smirk. "Well, it's the same basic concept. Lift it up. Alright now, you're gonna wanna lean right into that stock, 'cause it's gonna kick a hell of a lot more than any BB rifle." Joel said. Y/n pulled out another rifle and handed it to Elliot, "You listen to what he says. Max, come here." Y/n whispered.

"Okay." Elliot replied as he knelt on Joel's other side. "Go ahead and pull the bolt back. Grab it right there. Just tug it. . . There you go. Now as soon as you fire, you're gonna want to get another round in there quick. Listen to me—if we get in trouble down there, both of you make every shot count, yeah?"

"We got this." Ellie said. "Max, when they need more bullets, you give them some. Always have one to pass onto them, okay?" Y/n said to her. She nodded and scooted in between Ellie and Elliot.

"Alright. And just so we're clear about back there. . . it was either him or me." Joel said to Ellie.

"You're welcome." Ellie added.

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Part 4 is on it's way.

[bitchfitch]

"I think you did a good job. They loved you!" Silas tries to reassure him. The streets are mostly empty this time of night but Silas still barely flicks his eyes over to the balled up vamp under his coat in the seat beside him before returning his full attention to the road ahead.

Chase doesn't respond, just curls tighter on himself under the coat.

"There's always the next audition if they didn't, Bats. There's always a show going in this town and you're something special. If they didn't see that then it'll just be another show runner's gain."

"They offered me the lead," Chase eventually sighs. His voice is tight and low. A mixture of sorrow and old habits to protect it after singing that loud for that long. "Said my voice was perfect for her."

"That's fantastic right?" Silas tried to piece together why that would be an issue. He wasn't someone who regularly went to operas, nor had he had the inclination to research this one before offering to drive Chase to the audition.

"Her." he clarified. The one syllable dripping with venom.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

They fall to silence. Another car somewhere in the distance roared through the quiet night.

"Am I overreacting?"

"You know I can't answer that, Chase."

"Yes you can. You can tell me if I'm being a shitty stuck up primadonna for refusing a good role just because it's not the exact one I wanted."

"I don't think that's the issue at hand."

"It is. The reason I'm refusing it doesn't matter. Cross dressing has been part of theater as long as it's existed. I would be far from the first man to tolerate-" he cuts himself off with frustrated groan, not even being able to finish the thought it made his skin crawl.

Silas didn't know what to say. He didn't have the life experiences to even come close to understanding the turmoil his lover was in. He didn't have to to still ache deep in his chest over it.

"Will they let you take a few days to think it over?"

"No. They were auditioning because the lead and her understudy both got arrested and a couple others all bailed on them. The show is tomorrow. I told them no."

"Well then it's settled isn't it? We can look around for other auditions-"

"And they'll turn me down or offer me more girl and child roles. My voice is too fucking high to ever be considered for a man's."

"Don't theatres do gender blind castings all the time? I heard about a Shakespeare-"

"Shakespeare and opera are different. Most roles are cast gender blind. But they aren't register and tone blind. You can't replace a tenor or baritone with a high soprano."

"I... Why not?" Silas asked it as gently as he could, not knowing the lingo well enough to keep up.

"It would be like replacing a guitar with a ukulele." Chase sighs. "It would ruin the entire show if you didn't change everything to work with it."

"Oh... Are there shows with soprano male leads?"

"Yeah. And none of them want a voice that sounds like a girl's."

"I don't think you sound like a girl. I think you sound like you."

"I sound like a girl, and because of that fucking-" he growls to himself again, "That fucking Cunt Ass- That fucking monster- there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I'll always look like this and always sound like this."

Again they fell to silence. Silas wanted to say he quite liked the way Chase looks and sounds. That there was a part of him that was deeply greatful for the tragedy that had befallen Chase all those years ago because it meant they got to meet despite the century that had elapsed between their births. He knew it would do nothing to soothe him, so he kept the sentiment to himself.

"Do you want to go to the lake? I have my razor... It can be like a picnic. Meal under the stars. We can leave the radio on and put the roof down." he offered a distraction instead.

"Can we just go to your place and watch some shit movie until you have to go to bed?"

"Yeah, of course," he put his blinker on despite there being no one around them before making the turn at the next intersection. They'd been going the opposite direction and needed to make a U-turn, but Silas hated U-turns for reasons he couldn't remember. He'd just loop the block. "Would you still like a meal?"

"Why are you offering it so much? New fetish?" Chase prodded as he finally sat up and poked his head out from under the coat. Though he kept it wrapped around himself.

"No. My foster mom just always said the best thing to do for someone hurting was to feed them, and I don't know what else to do for you right now."

"Thanks. But I don't want to think about what kind of monster I am tonight."

"Understood. Do you want to stop at a gas station and get some ice cream then?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

[lover-of-mine]

And don't get me started on season 6, right of the bat we have Buck cooking dinner at the loft while Chris and Eddie play games, completely casual as if that happens every week. They're talking about deep stuff, Chris is roasting Buck, they're a family and it's pretty obvious.

And Eddie standing there all proud while Buck threatens to cut up a car, the wordless conversation they have when the guy at the tree call tries to hit on the victims sister, Eddie noticing that Buck is quiet and asking if Chris had talked to him about the secrets he's been keeping, the where the hell are you going when Buck steals that bike to chase the dude in that car, Eddie looking all offended that Buck didn't tell him about the donor thing, Eddie and his husband what face when Buck makes a dumb joke, and like why was the song going "i want your sex and your affection" while they look at each other in red flag?? And Eddie's husband no face when the naked lady drives into the station, for some reason the softness of Buck sitting next to Eddie in the roof and Eddie handing him a hot cocoa, give me a second let me grab Eddie during the conference call.

And Eddie being supportive through the Buckley parents (derogatory) visit, everything about the lightning, alright cowboy go get 'em, Eddie being thrown off the truck and still getting up there again as fast as he could, the way he kept screaming Buck's name, the completely irrational decision of trying to lift all of Buck's weigh one handed, the speed Eddie gets down, Eddie pushing Bobby out of the way and Bobby making Eddie drive (did you know that Eddie is shown driving the ambulance 3 times in all the other seasons? Eddie doesn't drive), Eddie taking over the CPR even tho he was in the driver seat, Eddie being the one to shock Buck and get his heart beating again, the tears in his eyes as he screams to the doctors to do more, the way Eddie can't look at Buck laying there, but how he's acting like he can't leave, the way the only thing that gets him to go into the room being Chris, the whole thing with Chris in the room, also the way that the first thing Buck remembers in his coma dream being Eddie securing him to the ladder, Buck getting overwhelmed by the attention and running to Eddie, the way Buck can't relax at the loft but falls asleep at the house instantly, them talking about the shooting, the domesticity of that kitchen scene, the way they are looking at each other, Buck looking up at Eddie on how to handle dying, Eddie and Chris hanging out on the loft, Chris doing his homework there, everything about the poker game (tell me that wasn't a date i dare you), they absolute fondness as Eddie watches Buck playing, 3 minutes 17 seconds (how do you know that Eddie, please tell me how you know that), Buck winning the dinner he's planning on making to Chris, and Buck baking cookies for Chris's class AT THE LOFT with Eddie no where in sight, Buck telling Eddie to ghost his date, the whole thing with Pepa saying she didn't want Eddie to be alone when literally the episode before we saw him being like that with Buck, the cemetery scene (it makes me wanna scream and one day i will go on a spiral about it but that could have cool implications in the future so im chosing not to panic) them talking, the shout out to you don't need to pretend with me with the you don't need to be anything for anybody and them sitting basically on top of each other at the truck, teasing Chim together and Buck knowing about Eddie and Shannons history, also everything about Buck rescuing Eddie at the bridge, the framing parallels with the shooting, the focus on the hands, the i got you and that moment where Eddie was so about to lean on Buck before Hen got down.

They're playing a long game. I'm chosing to believe that. Because if they aren't they are stupid and the writers have no idea how to make a friendship look platonic and we know that's not true because the show has great examples.

No because I'm having a delusional they casted Ryan with a plan day and like i need to know why they introduced Eddie with a slow mo shot of him shirtless right after Buck's love interest left, and had SO MUCH TENSION go on between them that was then diffused by exactly 1 (one) compliment and a promise of having each other backs, something that's used by Buck and Eddie when it comes to romantic partners, and then they had Buck drive Eddie to Chris after the earthquake right after they showed Athena running to her family, Hen running to hers and right before Bobby shows up to check on Athena and meets the kids and Michael, and then they had Buck go with Eddie to check on abuela, and had Buck clear with Bobby for Chris to be at the firehouse before it even occurred to Eddie to do so, and then had Buck's sister accuse Buck of having a boy crush on Eddie, and then they had Buck solve a major parenting issue for Eddie without prompting or making Eddie feel inadequate, something that becomes extremely relevant when you find out that Eddie was teenage father and his parents tried to take his kid away by telling him he is inadequate as a parent and the whole way they made Eddie feel like a bad father, and then have a love interest be introduced for Buck that Eddie immediately hates on the same episode Buck assumes Maddie is talking about Eddie, and right before Eddie's wife comes back, then they had a gay couple make Buck have a revelation about what love means, then they had Eddie take Buck to a family outing that Eddie is denying Christopher literal mother of and had a complete stranger that would never be spoken of again tell Buck that they had an adorable son because, let's face it, they totally gave Eddie a kid that kinda looks like Buck, and whose friend just tags along to take the friend's kid to see Santa sitting that close while watching said kid and somehow having a conversation where it sounds like Eddie is justifying sleeping is his honest to God wife and have Eddie be the one to try and comfort Buck when Maddie goes missing and have Eddie, a firefighter, acting as a medic and just holding Buck's hand while they tried to lift the firetruck when it would've made more sense for Eddie to be the one lifting the truck and Chim, who had claimed to be the most experienced paramedic at the other bombing, treating Buck, then have wistful shot of Eddie saying the firehouse feels wrong because Buck is not there and having Buck with a full leg cast fighting Maddie that he needs to be there for Eddie's ceremony, a ceremony that has a slow mo shot of them hugging if I'm not supposed to look at season 2 and go huh? and question the direction they are going with them?

[mackenzielovee]

ambivalence blurb: too late - rafe cameron

a/n: hi we're back! i'm sorry it's been a minute. this one is entirely focused around announcing engagement/pregnancy, so i totally get if it's not everyone's cup of tea. i got a lot of requests for it though, and tried to incorporate numerous requests into one. i hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, swearing

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"Noah?"

"Maybe, that one's cute. What about if it's a girl?" you ask Rafe, turning to face him in the passenger seat.

He drives with caution, a piece of him still cautious ever since your accident. He keeps one hand gripping the steering wheel tight, his other resting in yours. He only pulls away when there's a lot of cars around, stating he wants to be extra careful. Just in case.

"Or Lucas," Rafe says.

"For a girl?"

Rafe laughs, squeezing your hand, "It's not a girl."

"Oh?" you raise an eyebrow, "What makes you so sure about that?"

He chuckles again, which makes you smile. It had been less than a week since the two of you found out you're pregnant, and you'd stayed in the guest house for the entirety of it. Thursday came around quick for both of you, realizing you hadn't told a soul about the engagement or the pregnancy. Rafe had called your parents hours before and told them you two had news, and that you'd be a little late to dinner. When you questioned why, he simply stated he had errands to take care of on the way.

You'd quickly realized that his errands were buying flowers for your mom and a bottle of Scotch for your dad. To butter them up before I tell them I impregnated you, he had said.

Rafe glances at you, only for a moment, with furrowed eyebrows.

"You think I can't feel it? It's my child, sweetheart. I know him already."

You smile as you look up at him, wondering how the hell he can feel so calm, so prepared, so happy. Over the past few days, he hadn't shown one ounce of hesitation about any of the monumental changes in your lives. He'd spent hours researching the first trimester of pregnancies and telling you what to expect, and also made a running list in his notes app of everything he needs to buy to prepare.

"You're going to be such a good girl dad," you tease him.

He scoffs, "We'll have to try again for a girl. I don't mind, though."

You roll your eyes as he laughs, holding back your comment about how you haven't even had your first child yet, let alone discussing a second.

"I admire your persistence, Cameron."

"Thank you, baby."

He pulls into your neighborhood, your parents neighborhood, and you make a mental note to pack some things while you're here. The engagement ring on your finger suddenly feels gigantic. Rafe parks beside Ward's car and shuts the truck off, then turns to you.

"Just so I'm prepared," he starts, "Is your dad going to chase me out of the house with a baseball bat?"

You laugh, "No. He has a bad back."

Rafe relaxes and opens his door, "Thank you, Lord."

"Scott might, though," you tease.

He smirks and shakes his head , then hops out of the truck. You pick up the bottle of scotch from the floor, then hand it to Rafe when he pulls open your door. He offers you his hand to help you down, expertly balancing you, the bottle, and the flowers. You smile when he leans down to kiss you quickly, then presses his now free hand to your stomach.

"I should give him a warning," Rafe whispers, and when you furrow your eyebrows, he grins and looks down at your stomach under his hand, "Your dad is one handsome motherfucker, even if your mom's dad beats him to a pulp tonight."

"Stop," you groan, swatting his hand away.

Rafe laughs and loops his hand through yours, leading you up to the front door. You know you should be anxious, and although you're nervous for their reaction, another part of you feels calm. This is what you want, and you're confident your family will be happy for you.

"He should know, just in case he comes out and I'm still in a coma," Rafe jokes.

The two of you reach the front door, and you roll your eyes at him, smile hinting on your lips.

"You're not going to be in a coma when he's born," you say.

His grin spreads across his face, a low chuckle emerging from his lips. He rings the bell then, cockiness radiating off of him.

You raise a brow, "What?"

"You said he."

Your mouth falls open just as the door is thrown open by your mother, and Rafe drags you inside before you can protest the gender debate any further.

Rafe hugs your mom like he hasn't seen her in years, handing her the flowers and no doubt charming her with his wide smile and blue eyes. Your mom moves onto you as Rafe moves over to your father, shaking his hand and presenting him with the scotch. While your mother hugs you and jokes about how she hasn't seen you in days, you watch the tenseness in Rafe's shoulders as he continues with your father.

"We're all just so excited to hear this news!" your mother speaks up, earning the attention of everyone in the room.

"Ring!" Wheezie shouts, pointing down to your finger.

Your face goes crimson when the room goes silent, only gasps heard from Rose and your mom. Rafe steps beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, hints of redness lining his face as well.

"Really, Wheeze?" Rafe hisses at her, earning only a shrug from his sister.

"Y/N, Rafe?" your father raises an eyebrow, waiting on a formal announcement.

"Holy shit, Y/N, that's a rock," Scott cuts in, bending down to get a better look at your dangling hand.

You glare at him as Rafe clears his throat, fingers tightening around you.

"I asked Y/N to marry me," Rafe declares, "And, we-"

"How long did it take to convince her?" Scott laughs, leaning easily against the pillar in the foyer.

"Shut up, Scott," you glare once more at your brother.

"Oh, my God, this is wonderful!" Rose exclaims, "We have so much to do, I'll have to pull out the wedding book-"

"Rose," Rafe tries to silence her, to continue with the news. You look up at him and grimace, none of this going the way you two had discussed.

"I'm sorry, gosh, I'm so excited," Rose turns to your mother, who has a hand over her mouth.

"Mom," you say to her, urging her to say something.

"My baby's going to be a bride!" she explodes, rushing over to you and engulfing you in a hug.

You chuckle and meet her embrace, holding her tight. Over her shoulder, you can already see Rose discussing logistics with Ward, who gives his son a smile and a nod. It makes your heart squeeze in your chest, and you can feel the nervousness melting away.

"This is wonderful," your mom whispers in your ear, "You deserve him. He's such a good boy. He loves you so much, honey."

"I know," you grin.

When she finally lets go, stepping to Rose to gush about how they can plan the wedding together, you step over to Rafe. He wraps an arm around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head, letting your scent calm his frustration.

"Welcome to the family, Cam," Scott shakes Rafe's hand.

"Thanks, Scott," Rafe smiles, then turns to the room once more, "There's more."

Your dad, who's been noticeably silent, beads his eyes into Rafe's. You lean into him as comfort, noticing how he's tensing under the look.

"Did you already get married?" Rose gasps.

"Oh, they wouldn't have done that," your mom replies.

"I haven't seen either of them for days. Where did you get married? Rafe, do not tell me you took her to the courthouse."

"Y/N, you wouldn't get married without me, would you?"

"Oh, my God," you laugh, "We're not married, you guys."

"Yet," Rafe adds, and when all eyes fall on him, he continues, "We're pregnant. It's a boy."

"We don't know that," you cut in.

"I do."

Your mom lets out a content scream and rushes forward to hug you once more, then moves onto Rafe. Rose is next, embracing tightly as a tear falls from her eye. Your mom is balling in no time, stepping to your father for comfort. He wraps an arm around her, still remaining silent. Ward gives you a hug and a sincere congratulations, then embraces Rafe. Wheezie and Scott both follow, with a sheepish Sarah behind them.

You give her a small smile and then hold your arms out, watching as she does the same.

"Congratulations, Y/N," she whispers as she squeezes you.

"Thank you, Sarah," you reply.

She hugs her brother, and when she settles back into her place, both your eyes and Rafe's fall on your father. He looks from Rafe to you, his eyes softening as he takes in your happiness.

"You're going to take care of them, Rafe?" your dad finally speaks, moving his eyes back to Rafe's. He doesn't falter in his answer.

"Dad," you groan.

"Yes, sir," Rafe speaks up, "Been saving since we started dating."

"I imagine that ring took a big chunk of that money," your dad counters.

Rafe smirks, but keeps his voice even, "I saved a lot, sir. And, it's what she deserved."

Something crosses your father's face, and then he nods his head. Slowly, he smiles.

"You'll come to me if things change."

"Yes, sir," Rafe agrees.

Your dad steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug, then moves to shake Rafe's hand. His grip is tight, but Rafe doesn't show it.

"Congratulations. You're getting one hell of a girl," your dad says, winking at you.

"Nobody knows that better than me, sir."

Your mom wipes her tears, still beaming from ear to ear. When your dad steps back, Rafe reaches down and takes your hand.

"Oh, we have to celebrate. Let's eat," she urges, giving you one last hug before leading everyone into the dining room.

"Would you cool it with the sir?" you whisper to Rafe, who lets out a relieved exhale.

"No, it keeps me on his good side," Rafe replies, "Come on. Time to feed my baby."

Rafe holds your chair out for you and tucks you in once you're seated, then scoots his chair closer as he always does. He wraps his arm around the back of your chair, immediately getting sucked into a conversation with Scott about how much a ring like that costs.

Throughout the meal, Rafe answers question after question from your father about the logistics of this all working out while you repeatedly show your mother the ring, watching her burst into tears each time. Rose begins a discussion on what type of centerpieces to have on the tables, and nursery paint colors. You finish the plate Rafe had put together for you while you listen, and when he starts to get you more, you object.

"I'm full," you tell him.

He chuckles, scooping more green beans onto your plate anyway.

"You're eating for two, now."

You pick at the green beans to please him, hating how he knows you so well and you wind up eating them all. Scott, who spends the remainder of the meal asking questions about his duties as an uncle, earns plenty of glares from Wheezie and your mom when he starts talking about whether your child will be cool and play Xbox with him, or if they will be a nerd. Rafe had laughed when he saw your facial expression after that, a sense of protection washing over you.

"If you're so sure it's a boy, Cam, you should name him Scott," Scott grins.

"Absolutely not," Rafe replies.

"What? I'm offended."

"You should be."

After the meal, your mom refuses your offer and Rafe's to help clean up, so you run upstairs to pack a bag while Rafe refuses a glass of scotch for the sixth time. You're surprised when you hear a knock on your door, figuring it might be your mom coming up to gush with you privately. When your eyes meet those familiar blue ones, you grin.

"Did you follow me up here?" you tease him.

He places a hand on your hip and guides you inside, closing the door behind the two of you.

"Needed a minute away from the madness," he says, pulling you closer, "You okay?"

"I'm okay," you confirm, "You?"

"I'm okay, too," he admits, but squeezes you into an embrace all the same, "We still have to go tell the boys."

You nod against him, pressing a kiss into his chest, "I just need a few things and then we can go."

"Okay," he says, but makes no move to let you go.

After the pressures of telling everyone, you know he just needs a few minutes. You wrap your arms around him and keep him close, letting his scent overwhelm you. When he only tightens his grip, you look up at him, chin resting on his sternum.

"Rafe," you say, "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm fine. Just can't believe this is my life."

You laugh and signal for a kiss, which he leans down to give you. After another minute, he lets go and steps to your dresser, ready to help you pack up a bag. Once it's done, he takes your hand and the bag in his other, then leads you back down the stairs. He tells you he's gonna take the bag out to the car, and you nod while you step in to say your goodnight's.

Your mom cries again, and you swear your dad is a little misty eyed as well. Wheezie hugs you and asks if you want to come in the house tomorrow to watch a movie and hang out. You agree, and even invite Sarah to join. she smiles gratefully and promises to be there. Rose gives you a wide smile and a hug, as does Ward.

As Rafe walks you to the car, you think about how that couldn't have gone better. You'd briefly worried beforehand that there would be mention of how young the two of you are; how you should just wait and figure things out first. There hadn't been, which leads you to believe that everyone just seems to know that it's meant to be. That you both are so happy, it doesn't matter the age at which you start putting a life together.

"Are you more nervous about telling the boys than our families?" you ask Rafe once you both are back in the truck.

He shakes his head as he focuses on pulling out of the driveway.

"Nah. But, if Kelce tries to touch your stomach, we're out of there," Rafe laughs.

"Okay, deal," you grin.

His hand finds yours in the darkness quickly, as if he seems to know where it is without having to look. The car goes quiet, but it's comfortable. You sit back, content smile still plastered on your face. For a moment, you wonder if it's permanent.

"Alexander," Rafe says after a few minutes, earning a low chuckle from you.

"Don't like that one," you say, "And, we should discuss girl names, too. Just in case your intuition is off."

"It's not."

You laugh and shake your head at him, letting it fall back on the headrest. He looks over, just for a minute, and smiles at you.

"Fine. Isabella."

You grimace, "All I think about is Twilight when I hear that name."

"Oh, so I shouldn't suggest Edward as a boy's name?" he teases.

"We're not naming our son Edward."

"Well, you seem so damn confident it's a girl. I say Edward's on the table," he's totally messing with you, so you mess back.

"If Edward's on the table, so is this ring," you pull your hand from his grasp and wiggle your ring finger, watching his eyebrows raise.

"Really?" he teases, then adds, "Edward's gone."

You smile contently, then lean across the console to kiss his cheek.

"I'm just kidding," you whisper.

"I know, sweetheart."

When you both arrive at Topper's house, a new twinge of anxiety nestles in your stomach. Not because you're concerned about their reactions, but telling your best friend that you're engaged and pregnant just feels weird. Different.

"Ready?" Rafe asks.

You nod and he hops out of the truck, rushing around to your side. He takes your hand as you get out and leads you up to the door.

"I'm going to need a very hot shower after tonight," you mutter to him.

"Me, too. Don't worry, I'll join you."

He grins and so do you, both of you laughing when Topper pulls open his front door. With a hand on his hip, he clenches his jaw, making you stop dead in your tracks.

"Thank God, you're alive. I was about to hit up my ex-girlfriend just to make sure you were still breathing," Topper grunts, stepping out onto the porch and giving you a hug, "If you're mad at me about the accident-"

"Top, no," you whisper to him, "I'm not mad at all. I'm so sorry I didn't get back to you. We've just been busy."

Topper nods as he pulls away, "He showed you the guest house?"

Your jaw falls open slightly, and Topper winces when you reach out and punch his shoulder.

"You knew about the guest house?" you raise your voice.

"Ow, what the fuck?" he grumbles, rubbing the spot you'd hit him, "Yes, I knew. Jesus."

"Why didn't you tell me?" you groan.

"Baby, we're a little off topic here," Rafe leans down to whisper in your ear.

Your shoulders relax and you nod, letting it go. Topper, still nursing to his wound, earning a bro, that didn't fucking hurt, from Rafe, he leads you inside. Kelce is lounging on the couch playing Xbox, barely registering your entry. Without even looking up, he speaks.

"Is that the hottest girl in the OBX and her mediocre boyfriend?" Kelce questions, eyes still glued to the TV.

"Easy, Smith," Rafe grunts, wrapping a protective arm around you.

Kelce pauses his game and chuckles, standing up.

"How you feeling, Y/N?" he questions.

"I'm fine, Kelce. How are you?"

"I'm still a little sore, but I'm okay. Nothing to worry about," he shrugs, "Top was getting worried."

"I'm so sorry, Top," you tell him once again, and he chuckles.

"It's okay. Just glad you're good."

"So, what's up with you guys?" Kelce asks, watching Topper collapse on the couch beside him.

"Yeah, looks like you have something super formal to announce," Topper teases.

You blush because of how well he can read you. Kelce just chuckles, picking up his controller again. Topper does a once-over of you, and you see the exact moment his eyes settle on the ring, your hand placed on Rafe's arm that's around you. His eyes go wide, and he slaps Kelce on the chest.

"Ow!" Kelce exclaims.

"Ring!" Topper shouts.

Rafe lets out a frustrated groan, leaning down to whisper, "Twice now? Really?"

"Holy shit," Kelce stands up, eyes never leaving the ring on your finger.

"You finally gave it to her?" Topper stands as well.

Your jaw falls again, and you step over to jokingly punch Topper on the shoulder once more.

"You knew about the ring, too?" you curse him.

"Ow, fuck, yes! Since New Year's," he informs you, then adds, "Quit hitting me."

"Sweetheart," Rafe laughs, pulling you back to him and wrapping both of his arms around you.

"Well, fuck me," Kelce sighs, placing his hands on his hips, "Guess there really is no chance, huh, Y/N?"

"Dude, I will punch you," Rafe glares.

You laugh, pressing yourself against him tighter. He leans into you, kissing the top of your head. Topper smiles, then holds his arms out for you.

"Congratulations, guys. This is huge," he grins, embracing you as you pull away from Rafe.

"Thanks, Top," you answer.

"Yeah, seriously, congrats. I'm happy for you guys," Kelce steps in, giving Rafe a hug.

"Thanks, man," Rafe smiles, beaming at you.

Kelce and Topper swap, and Rafe keeps his glance on Kelce's hands as they wrap around you. You roll your eyes at him over Kelce's shoulder, and he laughs.

After the exchange of hugs, Rafe steps over to you and clears his throat. The boys look back up at him, Topper raising an accusing eyebrow.

"There's one more thing," Rafe adds.

Kelce's eyes go wide, "Holy shit, Top, they already got married."

Topper's eyes match Kelce's, "Shit, Cameron, you just couldn't wait, could you?"

Rafe looks down at you, glare plastered all over his features, "Why is it happening the exact same way?"

You laugh, then place a hand on Rafe's chest and look at your friends.

"We're pregnant, you guys," you say.

They both freeze, staring at you in an attempt to see if you're serious or not. You laugh at them and look up at Rafe, who's laughing and shaking his head. Topper finally closes his mouth, eyes trailing up to see the smile on your face.

"Oh, my God," he whispers, then steps into your embrace once more, "Congratulations, again. Wow. That's so great."

"Thanks, Topper," you smile.

"Shit, Cameron," he laughs when he steps to Rafe, pulling his best friend in for a hug.

Kelce remains still, gaping at you and then at Rafe. You laugh at him, and he finally unfreezes.

"Fuck, I'm gonna be the best uncle!" he exclaims, grinning from ear to ear as he steps to you.

"Yes, you are," you laugh, pulling him for another hug.

"Hey, what about me?" Topper frowns.

"You're going to be the logical one," Rafe steps in, "Meaning, Kelce, no babysitting without Top present."

You laugh, stepping into Rafe's embrace once more. Kelce glares playfully, then looks at you.

"Y/N? You'd trust me with Little Cameron, right?"

Little Cameron. The words make you smile wide, and you immediately nod.

"Of course," you grin.

The boys sit you both down and make you tell them everything; how it all worked out, what you thought of the guest house, how Rafe proposed. Topper teases Rafe relentlessly and Kelce makes all of his cheeky comments. You laugh more times than you can count, and something inside of you settles to peacefulness as you realize you both have amazing support systems, and it will never just be the two of you and your baby. You'll always have so many people to count on.

After a while, Rafe stands and reaches for your hand, announcing that you need to rest. You roll your eyes playfully but agree, giving both boys another hug before you exit. Once Rafe hears the door shut behind you, he squeezes your hand and brings it up to his lips to kiss.

"Shower time?" he asks.

"Shower time."

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summary: Kita x F!Reader. the leaves are falling. so is he

word count: 983

cw: kita and reader are both werewolves in a werewolf town. this comes into play surprisingly little. mostly it's just light angst to fluff with a lil bit of a seasonal vibe. i recommend reading full moon town and half truths and half lies for a little worldbuilding beforehand, but it's not necessary

a/n: true to form, happy halloween a day late!!! obviously i returned with an ode to kita's hair because... duh. it looks so soft i want him </3

“Word on the street is that you’re hiding,” Osamu says from the ground. He was always the best at hide-and-go-seek, ‘cause he could climb higher than everyone else without making a noise, so you know he’s only letting you shelter among the leaves out of respect.

“Maybe,” you say bitterly. “Maybe the street needs to shut up.”

“Probably,” he grins up at you. “The street is Suna, so...”

“Definitely.”

You share a moment of warm, knowing silence, the air thick with the scent of the forest in autumn. 

“Kita is worried about you.” 

Osamu breaks the silence and you hug the tree’s trunk tighter, prodding the branch below you with one foot. 

“Kita,” you frown, “can go chase a car right into oncomin’ traffic.”

“Well, that’s,” Osamu pauses, guilt flashing in his eyes. "I always thought you kinda liked him."

You take a deep breath.

"That doesn't mean I want his grandmother telling him I'm fucking marriage material just 'cause I'm the last girl-next-door available, 'Samu. That kinda thing doesn't really make me feel like he actually has any interest, you know? I mean, the whole town is talking like it's a done deal, and he doesn't... he only... he doesn't really want me. He's just doing what he thinks he's supposed to."

“I don’t know about that, but you can, uh, take it up with him.” Osamu steps back, and you catch a whiff of some bullshit.

“Miya,” you growl, “what did you do?” He winces apologetically at you, the traitorous bastard, and dashes away, melting into the foliage. You drop from the tree, stumbling on your feet as you land.

“Whoa,” Kita Shinsuke says, putting a steadying hand on your elbow. You bat him away and shove your hands into your pockets, pressing your lips together as you take him in. There's a primal urge in you to run—you're faster than he is, you could just run and run and run forever until everything blurred around you and you didn't have to worry about all this stupid mundane stuff—but you'll have to come home eventually. That's the problem, at the end of the day. Kita is home. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," you bite your lip, glancing away from him. Embarrassingly, your face is hot, your eyes already wet, making the lie coming out of your mouth all the more obvious.

Kita steps forward, hands hovering over your arms, like he's afraid to touch you, saying your name softly.

"Don't," you choke out. "It's nothing, seriously."

"It's not," he says immediately. "Please. I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" You laugh, hiding your face in your hands. "You don't even—"

"It's 'cause of me," he says, and when you look through your fingers, his head is bowed, eyes focused on you with his signature intensity, shiny eyes mirroring yours. "I never meant to make you uncomfortable, I promise, I didn't know it was so... unwanted."

"It wasn't that, it was... It was your granny's idea, yeah?"

"Sure," he says earnestly, and you shake your head.

"Kita, I want to," you start, and he perks up, only to deflate again at your next words. "But I can't just accept the idea of being your partner 'cause your granny thinks I'd be a good head of the pack with you someday. Or because everyone else is going out and dating vampires and all that, and pack politics make you feel like you need to keep things traditional. It's not that it's unwanted, it's that it's everything I want, really. But I can't believe that you want it for the same reasons I do."

"Everythin'?" Kita echoes after you finish, and you grimace, curling your fingers in your pockets, wishing you'd chosen different, stronger words. You shrug, looking at his shoes. "Why can't you believe me?"

You look up, squinting, searching his face. "You've never shown interest before this. I thought I'd spend my whole life waiting."

"I didn't think I needed to," he shrugs. "I didn't know what love was. I can be slow. I needed it spelled out for me. But I know now, Y/N, and please don't think it's for any'a the shit you said about being traditional." Kita rarely swears, and hearing it from his mouth, watching his features scrunch momentarily as the words spill out, makes you laugh. "Shit," he says again, and you laugh harder.

You crouch slightly, looking up at him, and there's a flush over his face but his lips are turned upward, each inch of him thrown into high definition by the golden light coming through the trees. He's got threadbare sneakers on, proof he just threw on whatever he had to chase after you, and for once his carefully combed hair is a wreck, multicolored strands laying across his forehead in all directions, distressed by his fingers carding through them.

"See," Kita says, and takes one of your hands in his, rubbing it absentmindedly with both of his to warm you up. "It's 'cause of this. I just—I like your laugh." He looks away from you, equal parts embarrassed and pleased at the way your mouth drops into a small oh.

"Fine," you use your clasped hands as leverage to pull yourself up, push yourself closer to him. Words fail you—how could you summon anything more eloquent than I like your laugh—so you tilt your head, bump your nose into his, press your foreheads together. His breath is warm as he exhales evenly, and you thread a hand into the short strands on the back of his head, hold him close to you. "Let's go home, Shinsuke."

You stay close, pressed into his solid body as you walk, very nearly cheek to cheek. He stops you just before you leave the shelter of the trees, dropping his head to your shoulder, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

Someday he'll make you realize it. He is already home.

[quillsareswords]

OMG PLEASE can you do the winter trope of snowed in with only one bed with Damian please?!?!

Happy holidays! In the process of writing up the Only One Bed trope as we speak...

WARNINGS: swearing, an argument

MASTER LIST in BIO

"This is such– who even booked this?"

Damian's completely silent, sitting on the stone hearth in the living room, fiddling with the settings on the gas fireplace in the living room.

Well, living room is generous.

It's really all one room. A big almost-square, with a kitchen and a living room, and a dining area. The bathroom is huge, taking up the back half of the cabin. The bedroom is only separated from the dining area by a single wall, leaving it open to the face the living room and the corner of the kitchen.

As soon as it leaves your mouth in a spiteful growl, it makes sense. Tim was the one who handled most of the prep. It's his mission, after all—you and Damian are only filling in because he broke his ankle last weekend, and therefore can't brave the icy sidewalks of this stupid little mountain town. At the time, he probably thought he was doing the two of you a favor, booking you a honeymoon suite in this romantic, secluded corner of the states.

But that was before your adorable, lovey-dovey screaming match in the middle of the Bat Cave.

And, in his defense, it did happen with exactly 24 hours of check-in. Which, as your luck would have it, was one of the few stipulations the romantic cabin resort had. No cancellations or re-bookings within 24-hours of check-in.

It's the long story of how you ended up snowed in to a two-room, one-bed cabin smack in the middle Buttfuck, Nowhere.

Oh yeah. You'd almost forgotten about the absolute fog of a snowstorm raging outside. The one that knocked out most forms of communication, the television, and the internet. And, of course, has already stacked snow halfway up the car and rendered the roads undrivable. It took both of you ten minutes to dig the door out enough to get inside, after the lock was thawed.

Safe to say, you won't be getting out any time soon.

He's still trying to get the ten-year-old gas fireplace to light.

You're shoving folded clothes into the dresser on the right side of the bedroom.

The silence is tense. Loud.

It's made hollow by the knowledge of what should be there. You should be chuckling while you threaten to snuggle him to death to chase off the cold. You should be cracking jokes how Tim should've checked the weather. He should be grinning and running a hot bath. He should be offering to make dinner with the groceries the resort luckily had the foresight to stock you with.

Instead, you're filing clothes away so you don't have to look at him.

"I mean, jesus, were you even watching? Did you go blind in the five minutes I left you alone?" You've never seen someone take gloves off so aggressively.

You rip your mask off. "Are you joking? Tell me you're joking."

He spins around so fast that even Tim, who's standing several yards away, reacts. "Why would I joke about your incompetence? Do you think it's funny?"

You know he's scared more than angry. You know he just watched you leap out of the way of a getaway car that probably would have run straight through you if you'd been less than a second late.

It scared the shit out of him.

And the way he screamed for you lends itself to that.

But he's never been good with fear. He's getting better, of course, and you couldn't be prouder of the man you get to watch him grow into—but you don't think he's ever really going to able to handle the fear he feels for you.

"No, but I do think you're being a huge dick right now," you reply, trying your best to keep your voice level and low. "I was doing my job. I already told you, it came around the corner without any lights on, and slammed the gas before I even knew it was on the street!"

"You should have been more alert! I was gone for all of five minutes—I can't babysit you all the damn time!"

Something about strikes a match. The belittlement, the question of capability, the insinuation that you can't handle yourself—it stokes something old and angry, primal and furious, deep within the very core of your heart.

You stalk straight into his space. "Who's babysitting, Damian? You? You think you're so much more capable than I am? Do you honestly think I need you?" There's a certain kind of venom in your voice, low and slithering straight to the pit in his soul. "I don't need you, your help, or your protection. I was just fine before you, and I'll be just fine after you."

The rest doesn't matter. He spit back something far less poisonous that his previous comment, and you let him storm off. The next time you saw him was boarding the jet to get here.

You hadn't slept well. Neither did he, by the looks of things.

Because while your point was valid and true—you don't necessarily need him, you are your own entire person—you method of delivery was a low blow.

I don't need you. How cruel. You know it's an insecurity of his, just as he knows your independence is one of yours. He likes to feel needed, to feel irreplaceable, because of the way he's been treated by his mother in the past. The cloning, the false conception, the lab experiment his whole creation was—it's always made him feel replaceable.

Even if he pulled the same card of insecurity, at least his made sense. You couldn't have heard and reacted to the car in time, but you might've seen it sooner if you were watching your surroundings instead of his back. But, that's an entirely different argument.

Neither of you eat dinner. You choke down a granola bar while you're changing into pajamas, and you think you hear him do the same. But you go to bed peckish. And cold.

Because despite Damian's efforts with the fireplace, the whole cabin is still somewhere below comfortable.

He takes the couch without a word. Stole a second set of sheets and a pillow while you showered, and leaves the king-size bed for you.

You still hesitate in the dining room, eying the way he's already twisting around trying to get comfortable. "Hey," you call.

He stops fussing with the pillow and peers over the back of the couch almost immediately. Like he'd been hoping you'd see him wrestling the folded sheet and offer some aid. The scheming little shit.

You pick at a welt of paint on the wall between the dining room and bedroom. "Are you, uh– Are you sure you don't want the bed? You're doing most of the leg work, anyway, once the weather clears up."

He shakes his head. "All yours," he mumbles, already turning back around.

You'll get through this. You know you will. You always do.

Still.

You spend the next two hours in pitch black, staring blankly at a wall. All you can think about is that argument. That you wish you could take it back. That you'd love nothing more right now than to roll over and tuck yourself under his arm and pretend you'll never be cold again.

You can hear him in the other room. Every thirty-odd minutes, the papery sheets rustle or he makes some irritated noise that he's obviously trying to stifle for your sake.

It's midnight.

You're tired, and cold, and sad, and worst of all—you're awake to feel it all.

So, you have no choice but brutally pummel all three birds with one very warm stone.

It's just as dark and cold in the rest of the cabin, you find as you creep through the darkness. You find your way with some difficulty, but you do eventually catch the back of the couch with outstretched hands. You lean over slowly and listen to his breathing stop.

"Hey," you whisper. Pointless, because you're the only two people for a quarter-mile and you're both wide awake.

He starts breathing again. "Hey."

You lean your elbows on the couch back for a long minute, gnawing on the inside of your lip.

"I tried to get the fireplace to work," he says suddenly. "The internal is already on."

He thinks you came out here to complain about the cold. He's apologizing, in that roundabout way he always does.

He likes to feel needed. He likes to feel useful.

"I know," you promise, so soft and gentle that he stops breathing again to focus on trying to make out your facial expressions.

You take in a deep breath. "I'm sorry about what I said. I didn't mean it like that. I know you were just–" he doesn't like the word scared, "–worried. I know you had my best interest at heart, even if you were a huge jerk about it." You smile down at him.

He exhales so slowly. So relieved. He reached up blindly and paws around for your hand. "I did, I was, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry. You're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself—you've never needed me, or anyone else to baby you. I shouldn't have said it. I don't think that little if you."

You wrap your fingers around his so tightly. You press a smile to them. "Apology accepted. Now can we go to bed for real? Because I'm still cold and–"

"And I burn like a furnace, yes, I know. You never let me forget it," he fakes annoyance, untangling himself from the web of sheets he worked up just so he can jump over the back of the couch and pull you clear to the bed. "Anything to get off that god forsaken couch." You can hear the grin in his voice.

[mountswhore]

Hey there! Could you write a JLingz one where you are no longer dating (he broke up with you) but when he sees you all happy and that he feels sad because he knows he made a mistake. He is having a bad time so his friends tell you what's going on with him (arent eating well, can't focus on his work). You decide to help him because of all the good time you spent together and after hours looking for him in the places he usually goes, you find him in your favorite place (a beautiful park where you used to go for a picnic and could see the whole city). There you realize you can't live without each other.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 — jesse lingard

summary after breaking up with you, jesse loses himself. and you offer to help.

notes requests are open

It had now been four months since Jesse had broken up with you. You still had no idea why, but you were moving on. Your relationship had slowly broken apart, you’d become so distant from each other, choosing to spend time away from the other, and Jesse thought it was right to end it.

“Don’t be boring,” Mason sighed, stretching his limbs over your bed. You and Mason had been close friends, even before you and Jesse dated, but it stung to hang out with him sometimes. “Everyone will be there, so come on. They all miss you.”

You spun your head around from your seat at the vanity, giving Mason a look. “Everyone?”

“Apart from Jesse. He doesn’t show up to these things anymore.”

You'd made the decision to go, hoping to reinforce to everyone that you'd moved on from Jesse. Clubs weren't entirely your thing, it was one of your many differences with Jesse. He'd want to celebrate his birthday in a club , but wonder why you looked so uncomfortable sat beside him.

"Y/N," you heard from behind you, Ben's hands placed on your shoulders as he guided you to his booth. Sat there was Mason, Jack, Declan, and Marcus. You greeted them all and sat between Mason and Ben, stealing sips of Mason's drinks from time to time. The boys were all chattering, and you'd joined in, but Marcus kept giving you weird glances. You'd assumed that it was just weird for him seeing his best mates ex acting so happy and care-free, but he seemed to give you a sympathetic smile.

"I'm gonna get some more drinks," Marcus announced, pulling himself up from the edge of the booth and looking at the faces surrounding him, "I don't know your drink, Y/N, so you'll have to come with me."

You followed Marcus to the bar, sitting on one of the few empty chairs at the corner of the bar, waiting for the bartender's attention. Marcus sat beside you, fiddling with the glass in his hand. "I need to talk to you, Y/N."

"I thought as much," you noted, glancing at him and shifting in your seat, "you know my drink, you've ordered it a million times." The pair of you smiled at each other, a brief memory being remembered, but quickly batted away as it included Jesse. He was not a topic to be talking about, but Marcus needed to.

"Jesse isn't doing well, at all." Marcus stated simply, a painful look in his eyes. Marcus was the perfect friend, he knew what Jesse needed but Jesse wasn't willing to chase after it, so Marcus stepped in to help. He saw his friend struggling and decided to help. But your face wasn't sour, like he'd imagined. Your features softened at the mention of Jesse, and how he was doing.

"Why are you telling me this?" You questioned, finally raising your arm at the bartender who'd spotted you both.

"Don't pretend you don't feel anything towards him, Y/N. I can see it on your face." He replied, it as if the grip he had on your hand was urging you to tell the truth, you felt awful lying to Marcus.

"So what if I do?" You asked, no longer feeling the need to conceal your affection towards Jesse anymore. "Why would it matter? He broke up with me, if you forgot. He got home from training and told me to leave. Nothing further."

"I can't speak for him, I really can't. But I know he misses you, he regrets it." Marcus mentioned, tightening his grip on your hand ever so slightly, "and I wouldn't tell you this if it wasn't serious, but he's barely eating, barely sleeping, he doesn't show up to training on time and gets sent home if he's not performing well, he doesn't show up to parties or to hang out. He's gone."

Your heart ached. You could just imagine him now, on his sofa in sweats and carrying his heavy heart around his dark home. And you weren't far off from the truth. He was in bed, bundled up in the duvet and scrolling through your Instagram. It hurt to see you so okay. You had pictures of you and Mason, some of you and the England boys, some with just you glamming up, he'd watched every story, every highlight. You looked like you'd moved on, and here he was still yearning for you.

It had gotten to an hour after looking at your profile now, and Jesse had fallen asleep. Whereas you were just heading home for the night, you'd gotten into an Uber with Mason and Declan, giggling at their half-shut eyes and nonsensical words. You'd all gotten out of the Uber and into your place, the other boys had their own way of heading home, but you'd decided to let these two stay the night.

Even as you'd gotten into bed yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about what Marcus said. About how bad Jesse was feeling inside, and how much he'd let himself slip.

It even plagued your thoughts in the shower the following morning, as you drove with the boys to breakfast, as you'd dropped them back to the place they were staying. You'd gotten home that afternoon and were tired of debating it in your head, you'd locked back up and headed back to your car. The route to Jesse's was pretty familiar, almost like second nature at this point. Some days after a pretty rough day at work, you'd find yourself indicating left to go to Jesse's, and quickly began to indicate right.

You hadn't been here since he told you to leave four months ago. You'd barely paid attention to Jesse's car being missing, after banging on the door several times. He wasn't here, where else could he be? Marcus had said he doesn't go anywhere apart from training. And they were on a break right now.

He misses you, he regrets leaving you. Marcus' words were repeating in your head as you drove down the road to the field. Surely, if he missed you, he'd be here. You'd parked your car as close as you could, and began making your way up the hill. The only times you'd come here were with Jesse, for birthdays, anniversaries, even when you just had an hour together. This was a beautiful spot. It's where Jesse said he loved you, where he gave you all your birthday gifts. You'd spotted a man laying on the grass, head supported by a ball. Hood up and watching the city below it.

You'd come to realise, by the logo on the hoodie, that it was Jesse. You'd kicked the ball from under his head, falling back to meet your eyes. His bored face was swapped for a shocked one, sitting up and checking to see if he was actually seeing you opposite him. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you," you mentioned, sitting beside him and balling up your boat to lay your head on, Jesse had laid back down onto the ball, eyes grazing over your features. You were still a beauty. "I checked your house, and figured you'd be here. What's this I hear about you not doing well at training?"

No matter what was going on between you, you always made sure he ate and was well-rested for training. His career was one of the most important things to him, behind you and Hope of course. So you'd never let him slack, it's only recently he realised how well you looked after him. "Just doing bad this season, I suppose."

"Jesse Lingard doesn't just do bad. I remember him to be a class player," you replied, seeing a brief smile on his face, and you'd mirrored it out of instinct.

"Yeah," Jesse mumbled, "well Jesse Lingard is an idiot."

You sat up as he did, hand on his back as he hunched over. His hands over his face, you couldn't tell whether he was crying or not. "Why's that?"

He decided to be completely honest with you, not wanting to feel this way anymore. "I shouldn't have broken up with you," he sighed heavily, almost regretting saying anything, but now he had to keep going. "I've regretted it ever since I did it. I saw us in a rough spot and thought you might have been falling out of love with me, so I saved myself the heartache and ended it with you. I keep replaying it in my head and I hate myself for it. I just wish I could take it back."

You were stunned. You had no idea he felt this way, that he carried all this regret. "Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you reach out?"

"Because you looked so happy," he argued, voice cracking from the sudden raise, "I'd scrolled your Instagram every day, I saw how happy you looked with Ben and Mason and other friends. You looked like you had moved on, so I left it."

There was a tense silence, you had no idea what to do or say, you were contemplating being as vulnerable as he was. "It was a façade."

Jesse turned to face you, brows furrowed and hands on his knees now. "What are you on about?"

"I keep telling myself I've moved on, but I haven't. Marcus could see it on my face that I still love you." You admitted, shuffling closer to him and taking one of his hands in yours. "There's not a day I haven't thought of you, that I haven't hoped we'd run into each other."

There was nothing more that needed to be said, Jesse wanted to kiss you. So he did. He held your jaw with both hands tightly and kissed you, making up for these four missed months.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬? (𝐂𝐄𝐎! 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨) 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙲𝙴𝙾/𝙳𝚊𝚍! 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢/𝙼𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝙰𝚄, 𝙲𝙴𝙾 𝙰𝚄

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟼𝙺+

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢/𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚘𝚟��𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚍𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘

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"I expect all of your reports in and in perfect order by tomorrow's meeting at 11 a.m. And I want all of you in there on time. I will not accept even 1 minute of tardiness. Are we clear?"

A chorus of 'Yes sir' chanted throughout the room, the occupants in their respective chairs starting to disperse themselves out of the room. The hushed groans and complaining did not go unnoticed by Jongho's ears, but he paid no mind to them, having grown accustomed to them. He was a tough boss, and he preferred to keep it that way. He enjoyed having people fear him and be too scared to even ask him something, and all of his subordinates seemed to fall in that category.

"Sir?"

All of them except the almost cherry red head girl who was batting her eyelashes at him, a strand of her hair being twirled around one of her fingers. Without breaking his poker face, Jongho held out the folder he had and fanned it in front of her face.

"Hyunjoo, make copies of these to put into the filing cabinets and make sure to save them into the computer as well."

In a rather abrupt way, he practically threw the folder in her hands, but the girl didn't seem fazed, she still continued to smile even as he turned his back to her and walked out of the room.

"Right away sir! Anything else I can-"

Her enthusiastic question was shut out by the loud slamming of the door, leaving her speechless once more.

Jongho let out a deep huff as he loosened the tie that was practically suffocating him as it did after a strenuous day of having to deal with the ineptitude of his employees. He said absolutely nothing as he walked to his car, and stayed just as silent during the entire ride home, the soft ballads playing on the radio being his only companion at the moment. He didn't even feel like breaking out his heavenly vocals as per usual, all he wanted at that moment was to get to his haven as soon as possible and see the two faces he loved seeing after spending grueling hours in front of a computer and a stack of papers.

As soon as he stepped foot inside the cozy house, his nose was hit with the delicious scent coming from the kitchen. Making sure to neatly place his shoes by the rack next to the door and hang his coat on one of the hooks on the wall, he practically dragged his feet down the hallway before turning the corner. His gloomy expression quickly faltered and broke out into a smile as he was greeted by loud squealing coming from the tiny individual sitting in the high chair.

"Hey buddy. You missed me?" Jongho couldn't keep the smile off his face as he picked up the 5 month old baby, his cheeks still stained with an orange hue. The baby made some incoherent guttural sounds, no doubt trying to convey his feelings as he outstretched his tiny hands and began touching Jongho's face.

"I know I missed you." He placed a tiny kiss on his head before picking up a wet tissue to start wiping off some of the puree residues.

Right at that moment, his wife came in and wrapped her arms around his waist. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, she tilted her head so she could look at his face more clearly.

"How was your day?"

He shook his head, not wanting to recall his day.

"Same as they've been since you went on maternity leave. Unbearable."

Rolling her eyes at that, she carefully took the baby out of his hands since it was time for him to take a bath.

"Here. You go on and eat while I clean junior here."

Although the baby grunted softly at being taken away from his father's arms, he eventually relaxed in his mother's embrace, his face nuzzling into her chest and soon afterwards he began nibbling softly at her shirt.

"Oh for goodness sakes! You just ate not even 10 minutes ago. You can't possibly be hungry again." Y/N half heartedly complained, bouncing the baby slightly in her arms.

"Well I mean.... I don't blame him for wanting to drink some of your milk."

Catching her gaze, Jongho sent a wink her way that had her blushing intensely.

"You're unbelievable!" She exclaimed as she stomped out of the room to go bathe her baby.

"You're the one who offered me your tits in the first place." He snorted, trying to contain his laughter as he sipped the glass of water he had in his hand.

"Keep it up and I'll extend my maternity leave longer." She called out from the bathroom, the sound of water running being heard.

"No way! I've gone far too long without my personal assistant helping me keep order in that building and helping me stay sane. You promised me you'd come back tomorrow and I'm making you keep that promise." He warned her.

"Are you saying that as my husband? Or as my boss?" She questioned him.

"As both if I have to." He sternly said.

"Neither one of you scare me.....but since I love you both, I guess I'll keep my promise and come back tomorrow as we planned."

Jongho let out a relieved sigh at her answer as his fingers rubbed at his temple, fork aggressively digging into the vegetables on his plate. He honestly had missed working with Y/N by his side. He was feeling rather antsy and impatient about having her come back into the company. And he knew the other employees were also eagerly anticipating her return, since they preferred going to her to get messages across to him when they were too scared to face Jongho themselves. Not to mention Y/N livened up the atmosphere with her fresh and energetic nature, one of the main reasons he fell in love with her.

As he ate, Jongho began to reminisce about how their story started. Y/N had been recommended by a friend to be his personal assistant and she was very proud to work for such an important CEO, seeing it as an opportunity of a lifetime. Jongho, however, of course was extremely tough on her from the start, just as he was with all his other assistants. None of them lasted more than 2 weeks because they just couldn't handle either all the unbearable tasks he gave them or got frightened off by his stern and aggresive form of addressing them. Not Y/N. Even after having her run up and down floors on wild goose chases at times, she still kept her bright smile and positive energy, never once flinching either when he scolded her for doing something that he deemed wrong, which it never actually was, he just enjoyed nitpicking at her. She broke the record and lasted not just 2 weeks, but over 2 years, earning her the admiration and respect of not only her coworkers but of Jongho himself. He became fascinated by her and that fascination turned into love for her.

He pursued her for quite some time, Y/N making him really work for it as payback for all the harsh times he put her through during her first months working for him. Eventually his persistence paid off as she agreed to not only date him, but actually accepted to marry him when he asked her to. Of course, it was a secret no one else knew about, both of them agreeing that they'd rather keep their personal lives outside of work, not wanting others to talk or gossip about them. So at the company they were simply the CEO and his personal assistant, but once they got home, they were back to being hopelessly in love and enjoying their married life which now included their son.

Jongho felt that he was extremely lucky. Lucky to have such an amazing and beautiful wife who had recently blessed him with a healthy baby boy, gifting him the family he always wanted. He couldn't contain his happy smile as he watched her rock the baby to sleep and eventually put him inside his crib. Tiptoeing out of the nursery and joining him in their bedroom, Y/N raised an eyebrow when she saw his expression.

"You doing good?" She asked him.

Nodding softly, Jongho let out a hum before wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Oh trust me, I'm doing just splendid." He let out a chuckle as he pecked her lips.

When she began pulling away from his embrace, he pulled her back in, this time pressing his lips against hers more firmly as his hands went to the back of her thighs and effortlessly picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She couldn't help the squeal that came out of her mouth when he pushed her down onto their bed, already feeling breathless as his tongue continued to dominate her mouth. Jongho's hands began to slowly pull her tank top down, exposing her soft and squishy breasts that had grown quite considerably since she started her last months of pregnancy and continued up until then.

"You know it's been so long since I've had you all to myself...." He mused as he nipped across her collarbone.

Taking one breast in each of his hands, he gave them gentle squeeze that had Y/N moaning softly. Giving one of her nipples a few kitten licks, Jongho latched his mouth over it, covering her perky nipple and letting out suckling sounds until he felt her sweet liquid come out of her body.

"And I plan on taking my time with you." He finished his previous sentence as he went back to feeding from her milk.

Y/N's fingers tangled themselves on his hair, back arching to allow him to take more of her succulent breasts into his mouth, which he took advantage of graciously. Just as soon as they were both getting lost in their lust, they were interrupted by the small whimpered cries coming from the room next to theirs. Detaching his mouth from his wife's chest, Jongho groaned in annoyance and rolled over on the other side of the bed.

"Seriously? Can't even enjoy some alone time with my wife because junior over there wants to be a cockblocker."

Slapping his arm, Y/N arranged her shirt and got up to go attend to her baby, leaving Jongho laying there in a fuzzy and whiny mood.

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Stepping into the floor, Y/N was immediately bombarded by greetings and questions from all of her coworkers. The men were fawning over her and thanking her for coming back on such an eventful day while the women were prying about her baby and other motherly topics. Since it was still early, Y/N thought it wouldn't hurt to show off a few pictures of her little bundle of joy. Taking care there weren't any photos of Jongho, she happily showed off her gallery that was full of images of her baby and herself. All of the people around her began cooing and awing at how adorable he was.

"He's so cute!"

"Simply adorable!"

"Does he look like his dad?"

Before Y/N could even answer that question, the father himself cleared his throat behind the little group. Collective gasps and startled wheezes were heard as the people began to disperse themselves back to their respective cubicles or desks. Donning his usual frown, Jongho side eyed some of the individuals before landing his eyes on Y/N, who per usual remained calmed and collected.

"Miss L/N, although no doubt your coworker are ecstatic to have you back I must remind you that we have an important meeting ahead of us and I don't want any distractions to hinder our plans. I'll let this go just this time but I want no more dilly dallying. Are we clear?"

Breaking out into a soft smile, Y/N put her phone back in her purse.

"Crystal Mr. Choi."

The corner of Jongho's lip twitched at hearing her usual response she'd say to his chastising. Y/N knew it affected him too, but she bit her tongue from bursting out laughing right then and there. Checking his watch, he sighed deeply.

"After you finish setting your space up, please gather up the documents needed for today's meeting and see me promptly at my office so we can look over them."

Just as Y/N was about to open her mouth, she was interrupted by a redhead whom she had never seen before during the time she worked there. The girl pushed herself in between them both rather tactlessly.

"Sir, if you'd like, I could go fetch them for you, I know where they are so it'd be faster given that I sorted them yesterday."

Y/N arched an eyebrow up at the new face, scanning her up and down, taking notice of how tight and short her skirt was, not to mention how snug fitted her blouse was, more than just the tops buttons undone to purposely draw attention to her cleavage. The way she was practically beaming at Jongho did not go unnoticed by her, and it was slightly irritating her.

"No thank you Hyunjoo. I want Y/N to do it. Besides I need to catch her up on what's been going on these past months she was gone."

Before Jongho could take one step, Hyunjoo moved to stand right in front of him, a rather bold move that had everyone bracing themselves for what would happen next.

"Anything else you want to say Hyunjoo?" Although he asked, it was quite obvious Jongho was not amused in the slightest bit. Hyunjoo bit her lip nervously, but decided to speak.

"Sir I just thought since it was an important meeting that perhaps you'd prefer to be assisted by someone who has more knowledge and experience in the matter so that there would be no... hindrances."

Y/N did not like the way she drawled out that last word. She did not hesitate to let out a scoff at the brazen behavior of whoever that newbie was. And she guessed Jongho was not happy by her input either given that he was now crossing his arms over his chest.

"There will be no hindrances. Y/N knows what she's doing and I know she'll do an excellent job. After all, she is and will always be my personal assistant."

Y/N couldn't hide the proud smirk that shone triumphantly on her face, especially after seeing the reddened face of the girl next to her, who gave her a small glare before excusing herself to go to her desk. Jongho brushed past her to go into his office, giving her elbow a light squeeze that went unnoticed by everyone else but that made her feel better about coming back to work. She was practically skipping all the way to the elevator and still skipping about when she came to the room where they kept all the documents. She skimmed through the cabinets, checking the dates to make sure she was looking in the right section when she was startled by a voice piping up behind her.

"Y/N!"

She let out a scream and stumbled back into one of the cabinets, hitting her lower back rather harshly before landing her bum on the floor.

"Oops! Sorry. Not how I wanted my welcome back greeting to go."

She allowed the blonde male to help her get up, scanning her to make sure no real damage was done.

"Yeosang what the hell? Why are you always popping up on people out of nowhere?" She grimaced as she rubbed her butt.

"Gotta have some type of fun while I'm locked up in here organizing, filing and documenting papers here you know." He adjusted the frames on his nose bridge.

"Maybe you could lend me a hand and show me where I can find what I need for today's meeting?"

Clapping his hands, Yeosang reached into his jacket and promptly took out a neat folder out that had several papers inside.

"I figured Mr. Grinch upstairs would have you come get them so I took the liberty of stashing them away just for you."

Y/N smiled as he handed them over to her.

"That and I didn't want that bitch Hyunjoo putting her nasty hands on them as well." Yeosang huffed loudly.

"Who is she anyways? She wasn't here when I was."

Yeosang went cross eyed momentarily, looking like he was losing brain cells as he tried to figure out where to start.

"She started out a week after you went on maternity leave. She's just a secretary, but has offered to do some tasks that were strictly reserved for you as Jongho's assistant, which he rarely lets her do. You know how he is."

Of course she did. More than anyone she knew what her husband was like.

"Well long story short like her dirty rags that she calls skirts, it's quite obvious she's trying to get in the boss' pants and we're all surprised he hasn't fired her yet. It's more than clear he's not interested either, I mean come on. It's Choi Jongho, he only looks at a woman or man to criticize them. I don't think he's capable of feeling romantically inclined towards anyone."

Y/N held her head down, pretending to skim through some of the papers to hide the giggle that was threatening to come out her mouth. She honestly found it hard not to laugh when others talked about Jongho like that. It was funny to her.

"So I take it I should be careful of her trying to take my place?" Y/N snickered amusedly, and Yeosang let out a dry laugh as well.

"Please Y/N. We all know no one will ever take your place. You're indispensable here, especially to the big guy up there."

He pointed a finger towards the ceiling.

"Speaking of which, don't keep him waiting. You know how he hates people wasting his time." He made quotation signals with his fingers while rolling his eyes.

Giving her a hug and proper welcome greeting, Yeosang watched her leave, reminding her to show him pictures of her baby when she got the chance which she happily agreed to share with him.

Coming back up to the main floor, she made sure to smile warmly at all her coworkers, a gesture that would hopefully calm their nerves a little for the upcoming meeting, which seemed to be working. They knew if she was there at least Jongho would be a little less terrifying than what he usually was. As she walked by the cubicles, she paused in her steps when she saw that a certain desk was empty, its occupant missing. Looking at the nametag, her tongue poked against her cheek.

"Mingi?" She turned to the nearest person to her, the tall male looking up from his screen to pay her his full attention.

"Where's Hyunjoo?"

Mingi didn't answer and instead pointed over towards the direction of Jongho's office.

"No doubt trying to suck his dick. That hoe."

Both her and Mingi looked over at the coworker next to him.

"Wooyoung!" Mingi chastised him.

"What? Fire me for speaking the truth." He grumbled as he continued his task of stapling a stack of papers together.

Mingi shot her an apologetic look but Y/N quickly brushed it off. Something told her that she was needed someplace else anyways. Her instincts were never wrong. Peeking into the office, she witnessed in disgust as Hyunjoo ran a finger down Jongho's torso. He looked visibly uncomfortable, swallowing hard as he tried to back away from her slowly.

"Typical of him." She thought to herself. "Acting all high and mighty like he's not afraid of anyone or anything yet when a woman throws herself at him, he cowers like a little baby."

When she saw Hyunjoo press her body against Jongho's, she knew it was time to step in. Slamming the door open, her face had a glaring scowl that was quite the contrast to her usually friendly demeanor. Only few people had ever seen it and it truly shook them to the core, even more than Jongho himself since they grew used to his anger. But Y/N? They desperately avoided incurring her wrath, even if it was such a rare sight to see. And it was producing an instant effect as Hyunjoo immediately backed away from Jongho, the latter already bracing himself for a lecture from her.

"Hyunjoo......I believe your station is right out there." She pointed behind her.

Hyunjoo nodded even though it was a statement not a question.

"So why are you not there?" Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

The poor girl apologized and quickly sped out of the office, like a puppy with its tail tucked in between their legs. Once she was out, Y/N shut the door behind her and then looked over at Jongho, piercing daggers into him with her stare as she took slow and careful steps towards him.

"Well.....guess I should probably thank you for getting me out of that-"

Jongho let out a tiny squeak when Y/N grabbed him by his collar and pulled his face close to hers.

"I'm gone for half a year and there's already a skank trying to take my place?" She was fuming, eyes burning a hole into his face and Jongho wasn't going to lie, he was always attracted more to her when she got angry.

"Baby, darling..." He cooed at her, hands going to her hips to rub circles around them in an effort to appease her.

"Don't you 'darling' me Choi Jongho. Tell me, did you enjoy having your little pet rub herself on you?" She demanded as she took his hands off her and slammed her own on the desk behind him, effectively trapping him and keeping him from moving.

"I- No! Of course not!" He exclaimed in indignation.

Y/N scoffed dryly as she reached a hand up and placed it on his chest, mimicking the earlier actions of her rival, except whereas Jongho recoiled from Hyunjoo's touch before, it was now different as he began melting into Y/N's touch.

"I don't really believe you, I think you would have fucked her if given the chance." She didn't really believe that sentence herself but she wanted to spark a reaction out of Jongho.

"Now why would I do that when I have the most perfect woman right in front of me? When she's everything and all I want?" He let out a hum as he ghosted his lips over hers, wanting to desperately kiss her at that moment.

"Oh really now? I'm all you want?" She giggled in a mocking tone as her teeth caught onto his bottom lip and tugged on them slightly.

"Fuck!- yes. You're all I want. You're the love of my life, the object of my desires, the mother of my son..."

Cupping her cheeks, he tenderly kissed her, lips perfectly molding against hers as he tried to convey his adoration for her. When he pulled back, he stayed only a few centimeters away as he nuzzled his nose against hers.

"My wife." He whispered those two words so soft as if they were a solemn prayer not meant to be heard by anyone else.

Although his words brought a sense of warmth and fuzziness inside her, Y/N was not about to let Jongho off the hook so easily. He needed to be reminded of something else.

"You're forgetting something else Mr. CEO...... I'm not just your wife."

Jongho grunted when she suddenly pulled him by his belt loops, her knee coming up to rub against his crotch which was starting to swell up.

"I'm your boss."

He watched with amazement as she dropped down to her knees, her fingers making quick movements to unbuckle his belt. Stiffening when her hands squeezed at his bulge, Jongho heaved out a sigh.

"Don't tease me." He slightly whimpered to her.

Quirking an eyebrow up, she sent him a seductive smirk.

"Wasn't planning on it."

Taking hold of the top of his trousers, she made sure to pull his briefs down with them, freeing his hardened cock that was already leaking at the tip. Running her thumb across his head, she looked up to find her husband flushing a crimson red hue, a soft chortle escaping his throat as he realized what she was doing. Pressing his bulbous tip against her lips, she coated them with a warm gloss before pushing them inside the barrier of her teeth, raking the underside of it. That motion alone already had Jongho's thighs shaking. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, giving the head a subtle suckle. At last, she opened her mouth more widely and drove him deeper into her throat until she was releasing a choking sound, a trail of moisture spilling out from the corner of her mouth. Pulling back, she hummed around his length to further intensify the sensation.

"Oh my god." Jongho moaned as his hands tried to reach towards the back of her head, which were quickly slapped away by her.

"Nuh uh my love, we're playing with my rules right now."

Jongho had to steady himself by gripping the desk behind him, resisting the urge to buck himself up into his wife's throat. He let out sharp gasps and groans when she gave him a particularly long slurp, gurgling melodies practically coming out her mouth. He filled her throat to the brim, his dripping organ stroking against her tongue each time she moved it to and fro. Instinctively parting her knees, she reached beneath her skirt to touch herself, finding herself to be dripping as well. Raising her eyes upwards, she saw Jongho's head thrown back, mouth open and spilling out melodic hums of bliss and lust as his pelvis began to thrust faster against her face, chasing his upcoming release with a determined intensity. Feeling his thighs tighten and his cock twitch, she knew it was only a matter of time before his hot liquid would spurt into her throat. Wanting to please him, her mouth began a mix of lapping, sucking and licking at his length, soaking his flesh until long pools of saliva came trickling down her chin and onto her neck. Her mouth kept moving back and forth, heightening his excitement until he began pumping his climax into her, his seed flowing down her throat which she swallowed generously.

"Oh fuck! Oh God!" Jongho cried out, not caring to keep his voice down as he had just had one of the most exhilarating orgasms after months of only having his hand to keep him company during those needy moments.

Pulling out of his wife's mouth, her lips glistened with a blend of her spit and of his cum. Getting up from the ground, she pulled out her hand that had during this time stayed between her legs, her arousal glowing on the tip of her fingers. Holding them up to her husband's face, she smeared some of it across his lip.

"Suck."

His mouth parted instantly as he graciously accepted her fingers into his wet cavern, licking off the sweet juices from her core. She watched him with utter fascination, always loving how he was always so pliant with her every command. Once sure he had licked her clean of anymore secretions, she pulled her hand out of his mouth and quickly replaced it with her own. Their tongues danced around each other as their arms wrapped around the other's body. Pent up desire and weakened passions were flowing through every touch and caress of their hands. They both realized just how much they had been missing each other's bodies, forgetting about their needs up until that moment. Pulling away with reluctance to catch her breath, Y/N looked up at the already disheveled looking male in front of her and smirked.

"Hop on top of the desk.......Sir." She whispered that last word in his ear, biting down at his earlobe.

His shivering body did not go unnoticed by her and she was more than delighted to watch as he practically cleared the desk, letting papers and other utensils scatter on the floor as he sat up on top of it. Reaching back inside her skirt, Y/N dragged her now soiled panties down her legs and set them off to the side, already knowing what she would do with them later. Climbing on top of Jongho's lap, she took hold of his cock one more time and began to pump him slowly, getting him worked up once more, his soft tender skin becoming erect and hard once again. Noticing the way his eyes peered at her slight cleavage, she used her free hand to unbutton her blouse before pulling her bra cups down enough for her breasts to pop out. Jongho swore he could cum at just the sight of them, nipples poking out and gleaming with the hints of milk oozing out.

"Suck on them. Drink mommy's milk up. After all, they're for daddy too." She encouraged him with a giggle.

His mouth devoured her breasts. He gnawed at the stiff buds of her nipples and suckled against her until her sweet nectar began trickling onto his tongue. Y/N arched her back and began spilling out erotic moans, teeth biting down occasionally at her lip as she couldn't handle the overwhelming pleasure of having her husband feed on her breast milk. Jongho was enjoying himself as well. She was moist to the point of being succulent. His tongue slipped against her fleshy mounds and he could feel himself choking on the rich taste she produced. The more he worked on sampling her flavor, the more she sighed and panted as she pushed her chest more out to him. All throughout this, her hand never stopped pumping at his length.

Jongho whined when she suddenly pushed his face off her chest, a tiny trail of milk being left on his lip. Gripping his base more firmly, she placed him right at her aching entrance and sunk down on him with no warning, causing his breath to hitch.

"I'm gonna fuck you Jongho. Fuck you til you're a crying mess to remind you who this dick belongs to. And you're gonna take it like the good slave you are. Got it?"

He nodded his head furiously, wanting nothing than to feel her take advantage of him, use him as she pleased. With an evil smile, she reached for the discarded panties she had momentarily forgotten about.

"Oh...and I guess we better keep quiet. I know I can keep it down. But you? You need a little help."

Jongho spewed out pornographic sounds as she stuffed his mouth with her panties. He could taste her sex on his tongue but he had no time to fully enjoy it when she suddenly began to bounce herself on his cock. When he tried to grip at her hips, she caught his wrists and slammed them down on the desk, his back hitting against the hard wood, but he didn't care. He was too immersed on the excruciating pleasure of having her tightness press around his cock. The desk underneath them rocked with every one of their sinful movements, no doubt alerting anyone within a few feet near the doorway, perhaps even further down. And that's what Y/N wanted. She wanted to make sure all the people outside finally understood that Choi Jongho was hers, hers only and no one else's. No one could ever take him away from her because she had him wrapped around her finger.

"Look at you, you look so pathetic. My dirty panties in your mouth, my hands keeping you from moving as I bounce myself on your cock."

Once again she felt the familiar twitch of his head warning her he was going to bust at any moment. It only fueled her to grind down on him harder.

"Who would have thought the powerful and mighty CEO would be nothing more than a little slut? Eager to get his dick wet enough to bend down to his assistant. You were so fucking easy my love."

Her mocking and teasing only helped in having him spasm underneath her, his orgasm ripping through his body in such an extreme manner he thought he would go insane. But Y/N didn't let him fully come down from his high when she began rutting herself once more on him, this time with more force and vigor that had Jongho crying out. His eyes began to became filled with tears, muffled pleading incoherent due to being gagged by her underwear. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, another orgasm was being forced out of him, his seed overflowing from inside Y/N's core that it began to cascade down into her inner thighs, droplets even falling onto the furniture underneath them.

"Even with your mouth occupied you still manage to be such a loud brat, I bet this entire floor can hear you. What? Is that what you want? Want all your employees to hear as I fuck you like my personal sex doll?"

Jongho's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he heard her words. He hated admitting it but having her degrade him, talk down to him and reduce him to nothing more than a pleasure toy never failed to make his toes curl.

"Maybe you do and that's fine. I want all of them, especially that little skank to hear as I ruin you. Let them know who's really in charge here."

Y/N's movements became more sloppy as she felt her own climax approaching, her walls squeezing unbearably down on Jongho's dick. Her breasts were jiggling with every move, adding more sensuality to the already wicked image of her riding her husband's body.

"Can you cum once more for mommy? I know you can. Daddy can definitely give mommy his cum one more time right?"

Jongho nodded, grumbling something that was not understandable. With a prideful look, Y/N raked her hands across his chest.

"Fill my pussy up once more love. Knock me up with another one of your kids. Wanna get pregnant once more by you. Fuck!"

She cursed loudly as she began shattering on top of him, chest heaving as she released her juices onto his thick cock, which was also pumping out the last remnants of his seed and coating her walls profusely. Jongho fell into a spiraling oblivion of pleasure, unable to feel anything but his throbbing dick pulsating around her heat as it milked him out of every last drop of his cum. He was in heaven, even if it was a sinful act they just committed.

Y/N let out a hiss as she pulled out of him, a long trail of sticky cum pouring onto the desk and even dropping onto the carpet. Her legs felt wobbly as she tried to walk, the numbness in her feet soon turning into a pins and needles sensation. Taking her panties off his mouth and stuffing them into his pocket, Jongho quickly fixed himself, zipping his pants back up and getting up just in time to catch his darling wife before she tumbled onto the floor

"It's ok my dear. I got you." He sweetly smiled at her and rubbed at her sore lower abdomen.

"I love you." She suddenly said.

Tilting her chin up, he kissed her temple.

"I love you more, so much more." He confessed.

"Enough to let me take the rest of the day off and go back home?" She made puppy eyes at him.

Jongho bursted out laughing at her question, nuzzling his nose against the crook of her neck.

"You're so funny babe.....nice try but no. We still have a meeting today." He reminded her, which earned him a huffing spouse.

"Have I ever mentioned I hate my boss?" She nudged him away, to which he snorted.

"Darling let's be real here. You're the real boss here. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

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[youngerdrgrey]

on feeling something real (and saying it) // a batwoman fic

Summary: post 3x09 — On the drive home, Sophie nudges Ryan's leg with her elbow. "Sleep,” she commands, then, almost teasingly, "That's what you want, right?" or, an episode tag in three parts with the Black Bat Team members on the way back home + read on ao3

notes: includes brief talk of suicidal ideation, plot details from 2x15, and some fluff and bonding for our Black Bat Team

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I.

Sophie drives them home, darting little glances over at Ryan who can't quite fall asleep. A bundle of energy tightens in Ryan's chest as she watches Sophie under drooping eyelids.

Sophie nudges Ryan's leg with her elbow. "Sleep,” she commands, then, almost teasingly, "That's what you want, right?"

Ryan yawns and closes her eyes. Nestles her head back into the flannel that's now her pillow. "Among other things."

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II.

With Ryan asleep, Sophie and Luke keep their voices low. There’s a steady, hushed promise not to wake her. A simmering urgency that leads Sophie to bring up the main thing she keeps replaying in her mind. As great as their brief kiss was, the moment before keeps calling to her.

"Did you hear?" Sophie asks. "After the..."

"The shot?" Luke checks. She nods. He shakes his head. "A little. The kid, he needed me."

Sophie's shoulders relax. "Well, uh... not to scare you, but Ryan might need us too." She chances a glance over to where Ryan rests against the window. Ryan’s breathing sounds steady. Sophie continues, "She.... All of this is starting to wear on her. And that shot...."

She shudders as the blast flashes before her eyes again. The high-pitched charge in the comms. The pounding of her own pulse when she couldn't spot Ryan. This was almost worse than the cryo-chamber, and they were both with her this time. They almost lost her.

Luke shudders too. "We'll keep an eye on her. Make sure we make safer calls from here on out.”

“She’s the one calling them,” Sophie reminds him. “Without even blinking, Luke—“

He scratches his chin. “I know. Look, we won’t let it get bad."

“Was it… bad for you?” Sophie doesn’t know all the details about Luke’s recovery, but she knows enough. Knows Ryan was worried about him and that he blames his PTSD for their current situation.

Luke chuckles without humor. “How bad was it for you?”

She’s quiet, hands on the wheel for a bit. Between her military service, her kidnapping, and the numerous attempts on her life, it hasn’t been good. But she doesn’t ask people to blow up her car, or go chasing after the person who shot her. Well, not always.

Her eyes flicker up to the rearview. Her thumb brushes against her ring finger. “I used to think about what was waiting for me. And I didn’t have much.”

She had even less after Kate’s crash. She’d been willing to trade her life for a map. Giving her life in service of something was better than anything else. That’s what she had to believe back then. One person is not worth everything else. But their lives are worth living for. Their joy and their dreams and their love.

Her therapist helped her figure that last part out. Has Luke seen somebody?

He says, “It was exhausting to exist after… after my shooting. Not to mention when I looked online, and the first thing I saw was a gun photoshopped into my own hand.” His voice shakes. Another chuckle slips out, but it’s all air and disbelief. Sophie squeezes her eyes shut.

Luke says, “All of this stuff, it’s bigger than just the day to day, but it is our day to day. I get wanting a break. It didn’t matter how long it was. If I could be with my dad….”

Sophie blinks through her building tears.

Ryan softly clears her throat. Both pairs of eyes dart to her, but she doesn’t move from where she’s leaning on the window. Her eyes stare forward though. “I saw my mama. Not tonight, the other day, it’s not as bad as it sounds. I don’t want… a break.” A mocking weariness slips in. “We all want to let go sometimes.”

Sophie clarifies, “We don’t all ask people to shoot us, Ryan.”

“I know. I….” She glances out the window. They’re nowhere near the city, so the roads are too dark to offer an escape. She frets in her seat, and maybe she’s not ready to have to talk about the implications of her actions. Maybe it’s too soon.

Luke speaks up before Sophie can. “Hey, you’re good. Physically. But we all know that the mental part matters too. Mary was right.”

Ryan sends a sad grin into the side mirror. “She usually is.”

Luke gets quiet. Sophie sits up a little taller. Sophie says, “We’ll get her back. Not today clearly, but soon.”

Luke nods. “And if you ever want to talk, we can. I promise not to blow you off.” He even leans forward as far as his seat belt will allow to rest his head on the side of her seat. Sophie recognizes the gesture — the same thing she and Jordan would do as kids in the car when one of them got lucky enough to ride in the front seat.

Ryan leans over to bump her head against his.

Softly, he says, “Glad you’re here.”

Ryan squeezes her eyes shut, and when she opens them, they flicker from him to Sophie to Sophie’s lips, then she licks her own and relaxes into a little smile. “Me too.”

🦇

III.

Ryan’s eyebrows scrunch together as they get closer to the loft. She says she thought they’d drop off Luke first, and Sophie needs to go in actual location order. "You need to sleep, and I need to drop my car off at a mechanic. and find a way to explain the damage to it."

Ryan has that same wide-eyed helplessness, vulnerable earnestness on her face as she did when Sophie first walked away after their kiss. That soft where you going that made Sophie’s heart flutter and her stomach contract.

“I could go with you,” Ryan offers.

Sophie knows that if they go together, then they won’t be getting any sleep. They’ve got feelings to talk about, and they could both use a much longer make out session. That flannel jacket looks even softer than the simple want in Ryan’s eyes.

Sophie can’t say no to her. She can’t. But she needs to, so she goes for a joke with a little hitch in her voice. “Oh now you wanna talk?”

Ryan’s cheeks burn, and her lips roll back into the faintest smirk. “Among other things.”

Luke makes his presence known with a groan. “I’m too tired to listen to this. Guys, please.”

Ryan rolls her eyes. “Fine.” She unbuckles from the seat. “I’ll talk to you later. Both of you.” She opens her car door and climbs out only to pause with her hand on the handle. She turns back to face Sophie again. “Call me when you’re done?”

Sophie’s whole face splits open. This wide cheesy grin that could also put Ryan’s normal one to shame. Fuck, she is so gone for this woman. She nods. “Yeah.” She can barely say the word around this smile.

Ryan sends her another small one. “Okay then.” She closes the car door and walks up towards The Hold Up. Sophie watches her go, of course. Ryan in jeans is always a spectacular view. Made only better by the fact that Sophie is definitely allowed to look now. Allowed to touch probably too. To taste.

“Sophie?”

“Hm?” Her voice comes out distracted. Too distracted. Too low. Rasp on ten. She clears her throat, shakes her head, glances to where Luke is still pitched forward in his seat in the back with a look somewhere between pride and disgust.

“Take me home before you flirt with her next time.”

A laugh slips out from Sophie. Next time. They have so many next times. “Copy that.”

She switches the car back into drive. Luke bumps his fist into her shoulder.

“Oh, hey congrats,” he says, “on getting out of the dog house.”

Sophie swats at him. “You need a blanket for yours?”

He kicks the back of her chair. It feels good. Like home.

🦇

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end author's note: so this is as much a Luke-Sophie friendship fic as it is a Wildmoore check in, and I really love this for them all.

Mental health matters, and we need to acknowledge how exhausting it can be to be everything to other people, exist in this world/global pandemic, and everything else. Grateful for the joy that this fandom can offer. Take care of yourself today <3

[meryamthebadassbitch]

𝕯𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖊 & 𝖈𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖘// 𝖆 𝕵𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

Listen, bitch, is it fucking bad that I am addicted to 'Daddy Issues by the neighbourhood suddenly got a whole ass fanfic idea on my mind, so here fucking I am, thank you so much for the likes in my other disgusting fanfics and if you would like to share this one with your friend I would be happy since my mother told me if you have more than 55 likes on the next, I'll buy you a BTS t-shirt, I'm NOT FORCING YOU GUYS LOL, thank you and enjoy! oh, I'm planning on writing a Levi book on Wattpad tell me your opinion @meryamchaline45

Based on a song called: Daddy Issues

Warning: Blood, smoking, sexual harassment, daddy issues, mention of death, slight smut, harassment, Thief!Reader, Skategirl!Reader, abuse, abusive parents, parents cheating, ANGST, swearing!!

abusive parents, parents cheating, ANGST!!

(IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF STUFF, DON'T READ!! don't report this please you have been warned)

Munching the food quietly she thought of nothing but how Seoul looked beautiful at night, a small scoff escaped her lips as she paid for the delicious food, looking at her wallet sighing, no money left. Taking her skateboard she stole a cap and a mask on her way out her E/C eyes immediately wide at the sound of the cashier yelling at her with a bat in his hand about to catch, slamming the door open she ran down the stairs not looking back, the cold breeze hitting her face as she ran grabbing her skateboard she skated between the cars so the man wouldn't catch her.

Her father grabbed her harshly by the hair followed by her skateboard and bag in the other hand, throwing her out of the house in the middle of the streets, every neighbor not even daring to welcome her even though they could see the pain and fear in her E/C eyes, but worst of all they still dared to watch and film her out of the window, I know it must be rough? damn, right it is.

Jungkook was hanging out with his group as usual and it seems like they got out of the café, but stopped brutally upon noticing cops chasing a H/C haired girl and grabbed her, slamming her face harshly against the car in front of them, a wince left the girls lips as she raised her hand in the air as she yelled out some words "it's a water bottle, please !" but the cops didn't seem to care since they cuffed her and decided to take her with them, as they turned around the girl cold eyes met Jungkook's dark brown ones, and that was his opportunity to study her face, she had beautiful H/C hair which was pretty messy, S/C skin, and had blood running down her nose and a cut on the corner of her soft lips, and it seems like she got into a fight for what? a bottle of water.

Watching the scene happening in front of them he stared as one of the cops broke her skateboard in half earning a bloody scream from her. "NO! how dare you!" she yelled with rage in her eyes as she was about to attack the police officer and punch the hell out of him but couldn't since the handcuffs stopped her from doing so but still the girl fell on her knees trying so hard to grab hold of the broken skateboard.

Sitting in front of the police officer she stared into nothing but emptiness; blinking ever so slightly her throat dry and didn't even dare to ask for water, "can I leave?" she asked her voice cracking as she sat on the chair, wanting to just kill herself. Grabbing her bag, phone, and broken skateboard she walked out of the police station to the place where she usually slept, the park.

Surprisingly she got a job the next day, and that is selling some street food with an old woman, the job got pretty handy, well, at least she would have 10$ to eat something and have a single water bottle for the day and not die from hunger, packing some dumplings in the small box she grabbed one of the bags signaling to the women "I'll go take these and will be right back Ajumma?" a small smile was on her lips as she walked away holding the hot food in her hand, the aged women seemed to be caring for her and would always give her some money even though she was poor and more broke than Y/N was, but still considered her as her daughter.

Knocking at one of the doors, she could hear the sound of music blasting and laughter, smiling at the memory of her being the best dancer back at school she opened the door peaking inside, the sight of a group of boys she recognized when getting arrested she handed the pink-haired boy the bag, "Jimin-ah~ you pay this time!" said a brown-haired boy behind him with a boxy smile, Jimin slightly rolled his eyes before smiling brightly at the girl taking his wallet out, a Gucci wallet which looked expensive, not like she wanted to steal it but these boys must be rich.

Bowing one last time, she walked away making sure to thank them and have a good day, "Ajumma, no I can't take them anymore what about you, you need your medicine so keep them besides I'll be okay for one day?" she said pushing them gently with a small smile, nodded Ajumma defeated but still thanked the girl a 100 times. "it was nice working with you, Ajumma, but I think I should go to either Busan or Daegu, I can't stay here anymore or dad will find me and- you know? so I'm gonna need you to go right now to the pharmacy and buy that medicine, we worked so hard for that now go!" she said pushing her gently toward the pharmacy with a small smile, pulling her into one last hug she kissed her forehead before walking away, waving slightly one last time before continuing her 'travel' in search of some way to escape Seoul before her father takes her back once again.

Sitting beside the boy she took his cigarette from his hand throwing it on the ocean in front of her, as he was about to grab another one she threw the box on the water, "so, do you want me to teach you that this mother fucker is a killer?" she said chuckling slightly at how he hated her already for throwing his precious addiction, "anyways, I need your help?" she said out of the blue, Jungkook raised his eyebrow waiting for her to continue her words "we all know you're rich as fuck, and I need you to buy me tickets to Daegu?" listening slightly to her words he took a picture of the couple kissing inside a laundromat with his camera, nodding slowly she almost squealed but stopped upon hearing his next words "in one condition?" "and that is ?" "I'll help you sneak inside my ex-house and go inside her room, to the drawer and there will be my clothes" "fine, when?" she said agreeing with his plan.

Standing in front of his ex house, she nodded at him before starting to climb the windows and could hear the sound of him talking to that girl more like flirting, looking at the window she could see them making out on the couch she had, opening the room window she did as told opening the drawer and grabbing all his stuff, a ripped book, AirPods, music DVDs and laptop looking at the polaroid with Jungkook smiling she stuffed it inside her pocket before looking at the room one last time.

Walking down the empty road beside Jungkook she handed him her bag full of his stuff, "you give it back tomorrow, you know where to find me? stay cool." she said smiling while flicking him off, the maknae staring at the girl with a small smile, this was her way on how to say goodbye or goodnight, the boy slowly waved back taking his keys from his pocket, opening the door of the black mansion greeting his mother on the way who seemed to smile sheepishly at him "who's the girl?" "mom I just met her" Jungkook looked so done as he stared at his mother dumbfounded

Opening the wagon door she ruffled her H/C hair after doing her routine, jumping down the wagon, she closed the door making sure to lock it with padlock, walking down the road she hid behind the wall watching as the man turned around running she grabbed a croissant, hiding it inside her jacket, thank god, he didn't notice and no one seemed to be out yet this neighborhood was always empty. the girl didn't have anything to think of but only the fact that this month was rough, she would eat once a day or not for a week, the asshole of the policeman broke her skateboard her mother got her before passing away and now she's a very famous thief in Seoul, what a beautiful life?

Nah, she always thought of giving up and standing at the edge of one of these buildings surrounding her, letting her body fall and join her mother. but couldn't, she didn't want to die and also promised her mother. Cursing under her breath Y/N limped to the front door of the beautiful black mansion, the door was suddenly slammed open and a woman stood there with wide eyes full of worry, glancing at the H/C haired leg Jungkook's mother immediately pulled her in sitting the girl down, the girl on the other side was shocked 'is this the wrong house? no, I remember JK saying this is his house' she thought confused but could see him coming out of a room holding a box, the boy slowly sat in front of her and started treating her wound out of as she sat there defeated and stared at him, his black curly hair looked so soft and his perfume was just UGH ravishing.

The food in front of her immediately got her attention as she started eating fastly, Jungkook mom laughing slightly at the girl "how many days didn't you eat something delicious?" "2 months, but don't worry- I only ate ramen 2 days ago!" she said munching slightly, Jungkook could see how her E/C eyes showed hope and slight happiness whenever she's eating, the girl was shining slightly than the last time he saw her, she was about to attack a police officer for breaking her skateboard and next was her handing a bag of dumpling to Jimin.

Sitting in front of the pool they had, she slowly took Jungkook's lighter from her pocket she found back in his ex house, playing with it she wrapped his sweater around her waist to great some heat, it was freezing but she needed to clear her mind a little bit, she was thankful of them, they gave her food, treated her wounds, gave her warm comfy clothes and welcomed her to stay with them...

And how much the girl wanted to kiss their hands for that, they made her feel safe after 8 years of the trauma and problematic life she finally felt home. The sound of someone walking behind made her stop from playing with the fire, wiping her head behind she smiled slightly at Jungkook who held a blanket sitting beside her putting the cover around both their bodies suggesting for her to get closer and not be afraid.

The handsome boy slowly handed her the phone back, it was midnight, thanking him she opened her phone, 1 notification, that's odd. Frowning she looked at the boy asking whenever to do it or not, nodding at her she tapped on the notification, her dad.

-------------------------------- 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 🖕-------------------------------

Happy birthday Darling, you turned 19, don't worry you're still my little girl right?

Fuck you.

Dad.

Seen 00:00

Just before he could even answer her text, she blocked him and deleted his number feeling calm and free, clenching the blanket around her hand she looked away trying not to let her tears fall, not wanting to show her weak side in front of Jungkook who seemed to know the situation and reason why she was cold and wants to run away. His anger was boiling, how dare a dad do this to his daughter? tomorrow was his final day alive he swore to make him pay for what he has done to his daughter. "it's your birthday?" he asked waiting for her to answer the question or at least look at him, 'why am I feeling empty when she's like that?' he thought nudging her shoulder, nodding she looked at him straight in the eyes tears covered her orbs as she stared at him deeply, her walls breaking down as she finally let them fall after staying strong for years.

살아남아야 한다."~Namjoon BTS (방탄소년단) 화양연화

Jungkook stared at her with guilt in his eyes pulling her into his embrace the girl cried quietly in his chest letting it all out. Not even noticing she fell asleep in his arms.

Holding the notebook in her hand, she knocked on the door of his room, hearing a groan behind the door she opened it looking at Jungkook who was fixing his hair, giving him a poker face she closed the door behind looking around his room, "shit, this place is fire" "I know right?!" he said on the other side trying to tie his hair into a ponytail, chuckling slightly she walked toward him standing on her tiptoe, "give it to me" doing as told he handed her the tie, her fingers slowly trailed down his hair sending a shiver down his spine at how cold her hands are, but a small smirk raised on the corner of his lips as his playboy self started showing Jungkook suddenly turned around before she could even finish his hair, landing on top of her his leg between hers as their faces were inches away from each other, his bunny smile on his face as he innocently grinned at her as if nothing happened.

Her eyes were dull and numb, but they lit upon seeing his beautiful smile

Having an amazing plan, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer as she leaned in, her nose bumping his, with Jungkook staring at her parted lips not pulling away and liking the way how she pulled him closer, his lips so soft that she wanted to kiss them so badly but couldn't, twirling him around it was now her turn to smirk, she was on top of him grinning innocently while ruffling his black hair

"come on, time for dinner"

Walking down the streets of Seoul while listening to some music, she slowly walked into one of the cafes that lined up the street of Seoul. Pushing the door open the little bell at the door jingled when she walked in and the scent of coffee hit her like a truck, this café wasn't crowded and it was one of her favorites, for these past days both the teenagers got closer day by day and still couldn't open up to him yet, it was so hard. and it would be a terrible lie if she doesn't catch feelings for him. "hello, can I get an iced-americano please?" she said looking at the cashier taking out the money from her pocket she slammed it on the counter before making her way toward one of the tables, playing with the flannel shirt she burrowed from Jungkook the girl waited for her order, phone ringing she slowly answered the call

"Hello? are you fucking kidding me what has he done?!" yelled the girl hanging up, slamming the door open the girl ran down the streets

Jungkook on the other side drove in rage toward where her 'father' worked, sitting down on one of the chairs his feet tapping on the ground nervously as he glared at the ground, a man came toward him with a smirk on his face, Breathless with anger, he stood up and immediately punched the man square in the jaw he didn't care about anything at the

moment but to just make him pay for what he did to his daughter.

Dashing down the streets pushing past the people, everyone at first thought that flash just passed by them while it was just a girl running with panic in her eyes, walking inside the police station the H/C haired girl immediately pulling the boy into a hug, tears covering her E/C eyes, as she pushed the strand of hair from his face staring lovingly at him she cupped his cheek looking for any injury. Sighing she glared sharply at her father "you deserved it" she said spitting in his face one last time before walking out of the police station asking Jungkook if he was okay, driving back home in silence the girl thought 'why did he do that?'

Sitting him down she grabbed the first aid kit and some alcohol, it was now her turn to help him, "this will hurt, so grab my hand" sitting down in front of him Y/N gently pressed the cotton on the huge bruise he had in his hand not caring the fact he's hurting her hand due to the pain he felt, "I'm so sorry" she said out of nowhere not even glancing at him, wrapping the bandage around his bruised hand she tried to ignore how bad she wanted to hug him by trying to get up but Jungkook already beat her to it, with one simple fucking move. Cupping her cheek the boy pulled her back down and made her face him stopping her from moving, his hand pressing on her cheeks as his soft fingers caressed her ear sending a shiver down her spine, her legs suddenly became weak as she stared back into his doe eyes, his gorgeous orbs shining under the moonlight like a diamond in the center of a museum was everything for her

His Dior Sauvage perfume only made it worse, it was her favorite scent aside from coffee, she felt giddy and happy whenever she sees him and just want to squeeze him tight and never let go. but now it was her whole body burning like fire

"Y/N please, tell me what is going on and I promise I'll help you with anything?" he said looking at her E/C eyes back and forth still holding her cheek butterflies dancing on her stomach as she stayed silent not wanting to ruin this moment with her fucked up past, she was about to pull him into a kiss, the same feeling kicked in, she just wanted to feel his lips on hers for few seconds was is a hard thing to ask? the sound of the door slamming open made them snap out of their position and fall on the ground.

"dude..."

There stood the boys staring at them awkwardly, coughing she got up wiping her clothes from any dust making her way to her room "wait, Y/N you promised me!" "I'm sorry Tae but I don't feel like playing..." "no, you're coming now sit down" rolling her eyes annoyingly she walked back down and sat on the ground waiting for the boys to follow her movement. Watching as the bottle spun in front of her, the girl breathing hitched upon seeing the green bottle landing on her, slightly panicking she shot a look that could make the bravest of warriors scream in terror, but Tae who didn't seem to care, challenged her "Truth or dare?" "Truth" "what were you both doing when we came in?" "talking duh." her simple sarcastic answer only annoyed Tae more than he was and that made her smirk proudly 'i'm not falling for one of those plans, Taehyung' she thought raising an eyebrow at the boy who smirked back at her "then why the sexual tension, and you about to kiss him?" grin fading and eyebrow falling she stared coldly at the boy his blood running cold at the look the girl just sent him "i-i take that back" stuttered the boy still feeling her staring straight into his soul, the game continued but surprisingly it didn't land on her anymore.

Sitting on her bed, she pushed the blanket away from her cold body, opening the door slightly trying not to make a noise as possible, making sure to close it behind her before she made her way toward Jungkook's room knocking 3 times. Jungkook jolted up from his bed at the thought of Y/N and immediately ran to open the door, he was right, there she was standing slightly shivering from the cold but before he could even protest to give her something to warm up or say anything, she already pulled him toward the Kitchen, opening the fridge she slowly grabbed hold of ice cream box and two spoons, sitting beside him she stared at the clock ticking in front of her "wanna know why I always throw your cigarettes whenever I see you holding one?" she said glancing at the boy who already stared at her continuing her words "because my mother was so addicted to this fucker, sure, it revealed her stress but it also made her sick, we would always go to the rooftop and talk about anything that comes to our mind, that was until he decided to cheat on her out of nowhere and started going to clubs, she didn't find out by herself, but I did, I told her in our usual ted talk we had at night while watching the stars flicker, surprisingly my mom didn't seem to care since she already noticed his sudden behavior, so being a good mother she wanted divorce and when she told him I told her about the whole thing, of me coming home from school and seeing a bitch on top off him, he started doing it to her. Days passed and mom got weaker day by day and everything was becoming worse as she started smoking 2 packs of cigarettes a day, and I don't want to lose you too after losing my own mother" she said scoffing a little bit at the memory flashing on her mind tears covering her E/C eyes.

Jungkook on the other side listened carefully and couldn't help but to intertwine his fingers with hers, and could feel her tensed up and her hand becoming warmer and not the usual coldness, looking at her he smiled happily at the sight of her looking at the moon through the balcony with a small blush on her cheek, as he was about to pull away afraid of hurting her she grabbed his hand back planting a gentle kiss on his veiny fingers and on top of the smiley face tattoo he had.

What are they?

A couple, close friends, just friends (pack it up, Adrien). She didn't understand why is the constant hand grabbing? cupping cheeks, the almost kiss in his room, He was so kind towards her and being his usual, bad boy self in front of the others?

Why would he like her anyway? she always thought of that which only broke her more remembering the fact she's going to run away and live in Busan and not stay with him anymore, her life was so confusing, should she stay with him or move away?

"Wanna know something?" asked the boy glancing at the girl who nodded at his question "you're living with me from now on, and this is the reason why," he said pulling her toward him by the hand, picking her up easily placing her in front of him and on top of the counter, with her staring directly into his eyes and his hand on both her side, the boy gently cupped her cheek. Heat rose from Y/N's stomach to her chest and behind her back. Jungkook's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, she could tell he heard it since the same bad-boy smirk came back on the corner of his lips. parting her lips she felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts. The boys silently watched the scene happening in front of them Jimin and Taehyung taking pictures on the other side

the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in. Sure, she was a famous thief but in moments like these she's so nervous, he was her first kiss, what if it's bad?!. Her thoughts were stopped dead when his lips were gently pressed against hers, not knowing what to do she scooted closer toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck following the steps she remembered seeing in kdramas, he puts his hand on the back of her head and reassuringly strokes her H/C hair.

Heaven.

Pulling away gently the girl chuckled "you stole my first kiss-" "-and I'll do it again" he said cutting her off again with his lips on hers, a passionate and heated kiss made her melt in his arms, it was illegal for him to make her fall in love with him more with one simple fucking move. the next movement she made drove him crazy was the way her fingers played on his curly black hair, Picking her up his hand slid under her thigh, as he walked toward her room not breaking the kiss, closing the door behind them with his foot.

Jungkook's head rested on top of hers as he played with her H/C hair, "I never told you this, but do you know how much the Dior Sauvage & cigarette scent drove me crazy whenever I smell it on the outfits, I borrowed from you?" "oh yeah? new kink developed I guess" "yeah, I guess it's my kink," she said glancing lovingly at the boy in front of her, his fingers slowly pushed the strand of hair from her face as he smiled back at her, his fingers under her chin as he pulled her into a kiss.

"I'm in love with you girl with Dior Sauvage kink, Y/N L/N "

"and I'm in love with you too cigarette addicted bad boy, Jeon Jungkook"

[whatamidoingwithmylifeman]

MK OC Movie jokes

My OCs belong to me... the rest of the characters belong to Ed Boon and Simon McQuoid

Also, as a reminder, Reiki is genderfluid and uses she/him pronouns. So I will switch between the two

Bi Han: This year, I lost my dear friend Michiko Michiko, from the void: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD! Bi Han: Sometimes, I can still hear her voice.

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Klaudia: Hey thanks for letting me stay with you in your trailer for a bit. Sonya: You know you can live here right? Klaudia: Really? I have to say I am impressed by this place. Usually every place I've been to always has something wrong with it. But this place seems perf- Klaudia: *sees Kano tied up to a chair* Klaudia: And there it is!

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Hanzo: You know I never did find my student all those centuries ago. Raiden: I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere Reiki: *sneezes from behind them* Hanzo: *turns around* Takanawa!? Reiki: Fuck he found me! *running off* Hanzo: *chasing her* GET BACK HERE YOUNG WARRIOR! YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO!

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Reiki: In hindsight, I thought that would actually help him. Liu Kang: YOU SET KUNG LAO'S INSIDES ON FIRE! Reiki: I actually meant do that to his soul so Shang Tsung wouldn't steal it. Liu Kang: HOW DOES THAT MAKE THIS BETTER?!

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Shang Tsung: If Raiden finds out you can shapeshift, he's going to tell the Elder Gods! *later on* Jax: Hey Kristy, what's your power? Kristy: What? What power? I don't even have a mark! What makes you think I have a power if I don't have a mark?! Kung Lao: It's on your neck. We can all see it. Kristy: *nervously* yOu CaN!?

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Cole: You seem really familiar. Have I met you somewhere before? Reiki: uhhhhhhh Nozomi: *mutters* shit! gotta play my part in keeping her backstory in suspense! *out loud* Hey Cole you wanna a distraction? Cole: Oh boy, do I!

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Bi Han: So Michiko is alive? Shang Tsung: Yes Bi Han: And she's with Raiden's team? Shang: Yes- Shang Tsung: BI HAN WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! Bi Han: *stepping through a portal to Raiden's temple* NOWHERE.... Shang Tsung: *groans* Alright, guess we're invading now-

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Shang Tsung: Hey Bi Han... is there something you're forgetting to mention about your friend? Bi Han: No, why do you ask? *way later* Michiko, in her true form: Surprise, I was actually a demon the whole time- Shang Tsung: I FUCKING KNEW IT!

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Kabal, cuddling a terrified Kristy: I say this invasion was a success! Mileena, concerned: *sucks in through her teeth and pops her lips* My guy we need to talk!

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Raiden, seeing Nozomi and Shang Tsung wearing matching rings: Is there something you wanna tell me young lady? Nozomi: Hm? What? No! Nozomi, trying to take her ring off: *grumbling* stupid fucking- Shang Tsung: I told you it wouldn't come off that easily. Nozomi: *glaring at him* I hate you so much right now! Shang Tsung: Love you too dear.

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Klaudia: Oh this ain't gonna end up like last time. Kano: Ya sure about that doll face? Klaudia: Positive asshole! *sometime later* Klaudia, laying naked next to Kano: SHIT!

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Kristy after seeing Jax getting his arms ripped off by Bi Han: Hey dude are you ok? Jax: Oh yeah! My arms hurt a little but other- Jax: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK!?

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Kristy: *gasp* HOW COULD YOU! Kano, after accidentally breaking a cricket bat: K Kristy! It's not what you thi- Kristy: I'M TELLING KLAUDIA! Kano: *running after her* NONONONONONONONONO-

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Kristy: So uh.. problem Cole: problem? what problem? Kristy: I can't drive. Jax: Nonsense! You're a great driver! You did a great job yesterday Kristy: That was yesterday. Kristy: In the middle of nowhere. Kristy: With no other cars or pedestrians around. Jax: What are you getting at? Kristy: ... *nervous sweating* Jax: Kristy.... Kristy: *gulps* Jax: Moore! Kristy: *blurts* Idonthavelicense! Jax: What!? Sense when!? Kristy: Oh sense... *counts on her fingers then stops* When do people usually get their license? Jax: YOU NEVER GOT YOUR LICESNCE?! Kristy: I'M LEGALLY NOT ALLOWED TO THANKS TO MY MEDICAL HISTORY! Allison: Hi, I hate to interrupt this lovely conversation. But I think we should be less concerned about the legal matters of who's gonna be driving the car and more concerned ABOUT THE 6FT ICE WIELDING MANIAC WHO'S TRYING TO KILL US!

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