#gotta call the bank tomorrow and shit

[handsoffthefuckinshield]

we need to sleep for like 2 fuckin weeks

[icannotgetoverbirds]

i am so sick and tired of random medical shit happening to me

[rambling-at-midnight]

Please Come Home

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You never realized how many places there were to hide in your apartment, but you’re pretty sure someone else is in here with you. Whatever they want isn’t good.

Word count: 3.3k

TW: home invasion, violence, curses as insults

Your spare key is missing.

Fuck. You always keep it in this drawer. Where the fuck is it?

When you told Jason he could just grab your keys to take your car instead of his bike to the store, you’d been relying on using your spare to lock up the apartment when you left for work. You never, ever moved it, but it was gone all the same. Did he take it instead of your keychain? Nope, that’s missing from its hook next to the front door.

When was the last time you used it? Not too long ago. Had you been careless about putting it back?

You text Jason, Did you grab my spare key?

Shit. You had to leave for work, like, five minutes ago, and you have no key to lock the front door.

At least you have a fire escape. You bolt the door from the inside, then slip out the window. You can’t latch it from the outside, but it’s a little harder to break in through the window than the front door.

You’re only two minutes late to your waitressing shift. Your manager swipes you in, lets you know that a server called out so you’ll be handling two sections today, and the host runs up to tell you that you’ve already been sat.

In the middle of the shift, when you have a minute to catch your breath, you check your phone. Jason had texted, No, I took your keychain. Is your spare missing?

I think I lost it.

I’ll look for it when I come home before patrol. Will I see you before heading out?

Not looking like it. Things haven’t slowed down at all.

I’ll see you when I get home, then. Don’t wait up.

I’ll have dinner in the fridge when you get back. Gotta get back to work. Love you

I love you, too.

A couple hours later, Jason texts that he has no luck locating your spare. Since he’s paranoid, he’s going out for a new lock tomorrow, but there’s important business with a drug ring that he can’t miss tonight.

That’s okay. It’ll be a pain to climb up the fire escape, but you don’t really mind that much. You’ve been meaning to get more exercise, anyway.

You finish work at six and the walk back to your apartment building is pretty peaceful. Unusual for Gotham.

It lulls you into a false sense of security.

You’re not really in the mood for leftovers, and not really in the mood to cook. You stare between your phone and the pantry. Takeout is easy. So is pasta.

With a sigh, you decide to spare your bank account. Delivery fees are getting ridiculous nowadays.

You text Jason just to see how his night is going. You’re not sure he’ll respond; sometimes, like during stakeouts, he turns his phone off completely so the sound or vibrate doesn’t reveal his presence. He doesn’t respond after a minute, which means he’s busy. You sigh and set down your phone, then change into comfier clothes. As soon as you’re out of your room, you grab a pot and box of pasta. You can’t sit down, or you’ll put off dinner for at least another hour.

The water is set to boil when you turn around to look at your phone, vaguely hoping Jason has responded by now.

Your phone isn’t on the counter.

You frown. You’re pretty sure you left it there.

Maybe it’s in the pantry when you grabbed the pasta?

It’s not.

You must have left it in your room when you changed. You check, and it’s sitting right on your bedside table. “Jeez,” you mutter, picking it up and slipping it into your pocket. After a long day, it’s okay to be scatterbrained, but this is a bit much.

Still no response from Jason.

You walk out of the bedroom to see that the stove turned itself off and the pasta water is barely warm. “Gotham appliances are such pieces of shit,” you mutter. You know what, fine. A shower and feeling clean will make you feel better to try again. The saying is that a watched pot never boils, but hopefully a watched Gotham stove never turns itself on and off randomly while you cook.

The apartment’s a bit chilly, so you take your pajamas with you into the bathroom and sit under the water spray until all the grime of the day washes away. It’s a bad habit, but you bring your phone with you in the shower to scroll through social media until your skin starts to get pruny. You step out, wrapping the towel around yourself in a vain attempt to stop shivering, and… your pajamas are gone.

The pajamas that you’re sure you took with you. You distinctly remember putting them on the sink counter.

And now they’re gone.

Something clenches in your stomach. You text Jason, Hey are you home yet?

He doesn’t respond right away.

Jay, this isn’t funny.

Still nothing.

Is it possible you forgot to bring the clothes with you? No, you distinctly remember the thought process.

Someone moved them, and you can’t think of s single reason anyone you know would do that. That kind of prank isn’t funny.

You text Jason, I think there is someone in the house with me. Then you try calling him.

You go straight to voicemail.

You bite your lip, trying hard not to panic. Jason never sends you to voicemail. He’s answered your calls in the middle of shootouts, voice strained, “Hey, kinda busy right now, is it an emergency?”

His phone is turned off, so who knows when he’ll see your texts. He might not turn it on again for hours.

You text your best friend, I think someone broke into my house. Don’t call me. Please help.

You chew on your thumbnail.

Either she calls the cops, or she shows up with a baseball bat and her scary-ass motorcycle dude boyfriend. He’s secretly a softie, but his appearance doesn’t match his personality.

He’s a lot like Jason, actually. Who would have thought you two had the same type?

You call Jason again.

Voicemail.

Again.

Voicemail.

Your best friend texts, Omw. That’s it, but it’s the best text you’ve ever seen in your life.

Okay. Either cower in the bathroom until someone shows up, or play along with the same game the possibly-real-intruder is playing, that everything is normal.

No matter what happens next, you want to be dressed for it. You peek under the door, but you don’t see anyone’s feet.

Maybe this is all in your head, but you have a terrible gut feeling that it isn’t.

Your heart pounds, but you maintain a leisurely stroll into your room through the kitchen, palming a knife as you go, and locking the door behind you. The intruder may be in your closet, so you hold the knife out as you swing the door open.

Empty.

You throw on the first clothes you see and debate hiding in your room until your friend arrives. But adrenaline is pumping and you think you might shake out of your skin. You sit on the edge of the bed and take deep breaths.

There’s a window in your room, but it only opens three inches and it’s not connected to the fire escape, so that’s not an option. The window that leads to the fire escape is in the main room, so you’d have to walk through the kitchen to get to it, and the intruder may be hiding in the pantry.

You could try the front door, but the storage closet is right next to it: another likely place for someone to hide and jump out at you.

Your room is only as safe as the strength of the door. And the wood is pretty thin.

All of a sudden, your phone buzzes, and you drop it. You snatch it up to see an incoming call lighting up the screen with your boyfriend’s handsome contact photo.

You accept the call immediately. “Jay?”

“I’m on my way,” he rushes out. You hear the roar of his motorcycle in the background. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” You whisper, “I think someone is here.”

“I know.” His voice is strained. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be fine. I’m five minutes away. Can you get out?”

“I don’t know. I’m in my bedroom, I locked my door. I think he’s hiding somewhere in the apart—”

A hand shoots out from under the bed and grabs your ankle.

You scream.

Your phone flies away when he yanks you off the bed. You go down swinging with the knife and make contact, accidentally swiping your own ankle in the process. The man grunts with pain and lets go, and you scramble to the door. You don’t even feel the pain in your ankle, although you’re actually bleeding a lot.

He’s wriggling out from under your bed when you get to your feet and twist the doorknob. “Get the fuck out of my house, you fucking pervert!” you scream. You yank the door open and run…

Right into a stranger’s chest.

There are two of them?

An iron grip clamps over your shoulder. His other hand fists in your hair. “Well, hello, pretty. You’re not the Red Hood.”

You stab him in the stomach.

Unfortunately, that only makes him mad.

“You bitch,” he groans. The slap is so powerful it nearly breaks your neck. You can’t breathe for a second, and then the first man catches up to you. His hand is bleeding. Like, a lot. They transfer you over so the stabbed man can groan about being stabbed. It’s only in his gut, so he should be fine. “Walk it off,” you goad. It’s the Gotham in you.

The first man digs his bloody knuckles into your cheek. “Fucking whore cut me,” he says. “Where’s the Red Hood?”

“He’ll kill you both,” you spit. “He’s on his way to shoot you in the head.” The threat should have scared them, but they were dumb enough to break into the Red Hood’s apartment and beat his partner. They had not been blessed with many braincells.

“Good,” he says. “He’ll get here just in time to see his pretty pet die.”

Someone pounds on the door and everyone freezes. Fear flashes over their face, but Jason wouldn’t have knocked. He would have kicked the door down or gone through the window.

Your best friend calls your name through the door. She’s trying to sound casual, but things are so far past casual.

The man holding you sees you draw in a breath to scream. “Don’t you dare,” he warns. “Do it and I’ll kill them, too.” The barrel of a gun presses to the side of your head.

Where is Jason?

You don’t think he’ll get here in time. He doesn’t deserve to carry the weight of that failure, but he will. Your Jay thinks he’s responsible for every bad thing in the world.

The man’s ugly face explodes.

You register the concussive sound of gunfire half a second later. Your ears ring. You lose your balance.

More gunfire. It’s so loud all you can do is cover your ears. Who’s shooting who?

It stops as suddenly as it started, but you don’t look up. You can’t hear anything. You don’t want to see their ugly faces anymore.

Then hands grab you again, and you shriek. Your kitchen knife is still buried in the second man’s gut, so you have no defense. A man with a gun is going to kill you in your apartment.

Despite all your attempts at fighting, he’s too strong. Iron hands pry your hands away from your head, but you still can’t hear anything. Your ears are still ringing too loud. Your eardrums might have burst.

Then gloved hands cup your cheeks.

You know those gloves.

Jason is kneeling on the ground in front of you, absolutely frantic. His mouth moves, but you don’t hear anything. You don’t even hear your sob, but you definitely feel it right before you throw yourself at him.

Strong arms wrap around your back. Jason cradles you, hugs you so tight you can’t breathe, tries to hide you from anyone that might hear you. You still can’t make out his words, but you’re beginning to hear a muffled voice.

You’re sitting completely in his lap, his legs behind you to support your back. You cling to him, trying not to shake. You’re a pretty unflappable Gothamite, but a home invasion is enough to rattle anyone. You’re supposed to be safe here.

Jason pulls away just enough to kiss your forehead. His green eyes squeeze tight like he’s in pain, and a single tear slips from the corner of one.

You wipe it away.

Jason wipes the blood on your cheek away.

You read his lips when he asks if you’re okay. You nod. You’re alive, and that’s what matters.

Jason holds you still when you try to look around. He says something that you can’t read. He must know that you don’t understand, because he just uses one huge hand on the back of your head to pull you forward. His mouth presses against your forehead, not quite a kiss, just relishing the connection.

You hear the banging first. Then you hear the shouting.

Oh, God. Your best friend.

You scramble out of Jason’s hold so fast he can’t stop you. You stumble past two dead bodies, both with three bullets in their heads. The floor is ruined beyond belief.

Jason helps support you. He needs to touch you somewhere to reassure himself that you’re okay, that you’re alive. You unlock the door, and barely open it a crack before your friend pushes it all the way open.

She gasps at the sight of you. “Oh, my God!” Her arms wrap tight around your neck, and you squeeze her. Jason’s hand remains pressed against your back. Her boyfriend stands behind her in the hallway, and he eyes Jason somewhat suspiciously. The two have never met before.

Your best friend pulls away, and Jason folds you against his side. His hand runs up and down your arm.

“Are you okay? There’s blood all over you.” Her eyes drift past your face and land on the bodies on your floor. Her mouth tightens, but she doesn't scream or call the cops immediately.

“It’s not mine,” you say faintly. “Well…” You look at your ankle. “Most of it.”

“Jesus,” says Jason. “They did that to you?”

"I did it to myself," you admit. "But I stabbed that one." You point.

He kisses the top of your head. "I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself. I never should have left you alone." Jason fixes your friend with a look so stern that she actually gulps. "Can you watch them for a little bit?"

"Yeah," she says. "I'll take care of them."

"Good." Jason takes your face in his hands. His eyes blaze. "I'll be back as soon as I can. You hear me? You're not gonna be alone ever again."

You nod numbly.

Jason carries you to the couch, then coaches your friend through applying pressure to your ankle. He gently places an icepack in your hand, then moves you until it's pressed to your numb cheek. Then he kisses you. Pulls back. Kisses you again. It's not sweet—he tastes like blood, or maybe you do—but it's firm, and it's real, and it's a promise.

He stands up and asks your friend's boyfriend, "You wanna help me with these?"

As far as you know, the other man's never hidden a dead body in his life. But to his credit, he hardly hesitates before nodding.

Jason's already calling someone when he walks out. One of his criminal contacts, you're sure. You don't know and you don't want to know.

They're gone for twenty minutes. You're still in shock when they get back. You know you're in shock, but you can't snap out of it. You don't think you want to.

He gently nudges your friend's hands away to peek under the gauze. "You want stitches for this, honey?"

You shake your head. The cut's too close to bone, and you don't want a needle going anywhere near your bones.

"Okay." He changes the gauze, then tapes it in place, then puts a sticky wrap over that. "I'll change this in the morning. You're gonna be okay."

"I'm glad you're all right," your friend's boyfriend offers. You don't know each other all that well, but he just helped hide two bodies that you and Jason killed, so he must be an all right dude. You nod, give him a shaky smile, try to wave.

Your best friend bends over to hug you. "I'm going to text you in the morning," she says. "You'll be okay with Jason. I'm so proud of you. I'm so glad you're okay."

You hug her back until she puts the icepack back in the freezer.

When they leave, Jason stands up from the couch. You make a pleading, confused noise in the back of your throat, and he smooths your hair away from your face. "I'll be right back, honey," he promises. "I'm gonna lock the door. No one's ever getting to you again, you hear me?"

As soon as he pulls away, you shiver. The only thing keeping you warm was his body.

True to his word, he locks the front door, then heads right back to you.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" Jason asks softly.

You shake your head. There was a man hiding beneath your bed tonight. It was worse than any monster you used to be scared of as a child.

"Okay," he says softly. Jason eases onto the couch, but he has so much bulk that it's impossible to lay side-by-side on your backs. Jason twists onto his side, and after a moment, you do too, using one of his massive biceps as a pillow. He smells like gunpowder. You smell like blood. You fit together like two terrible, violent puzzle pieces.

He kisses your forehead again. Pulls a blanket over the two of you, makes sure it's snug around your feet. You enjoy the fussing.

When he has nothing left to fiddle with, Jason sucks in a ragged inhale, then says, voice cracking, "When I saw those texts, I was terrified."

"I'm glad you checked your phone," you say. "For a while, I thought you wouldn't."

"I could feel that something was wrong."

Your throat hurts. "Did you mess up your mission tonight because of me?"

"Honey, I would do anything for you," he says. "I'd abandon a thousand missions to keep you safe. I'd burn this city to the ground."

Another night, you would remind him that he's a hero. That he fights for the greater good. That he is good.

Tonight, you take comfort in the vow.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispers. "You were so brave. You did so well."

Your fingers twist in his shirt. Your nose nestles into the hollow at the base of his throat perfectly, so you hear every breath he takes, every rumble in his throat when he talks. You press a kiss to his chest just above the neckline of his shirt, and his throat jumps.

Jason makes a strangled noise, then wraps his arms even tighter around you. He throws one leg over your hip, completely covering you, pressing you into the couch. You would feel suffocated if it was anyone else.

You fall asleep faster than you ever have before, secure that Jason won't let anything happen to you during the night. The last thing you register before unconsciousness is his dry lips pressed to your forehead again. Making sure you're alive. Reassuring you that he's here and always will be.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 pairing ─ ୨୧ ─ JJ Maybank ⋆ Adopted!Thornton!Reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 summary ─ ୨୧ ─ In which In JJ sneaks into your families mansion after being beaten by his abusive father, and you help patch him up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings ─ ୨୧ ─ strong language, smut, angst, child abuse, injuries, emotional distress, mention of underage drinking, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (nipple play), dirty talk, and rough sex

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The moon was high in the sky as JJ crept across the perfectly manicured lawn of the Thornton estate, cursing under his breath with each step as his bruised ribs screamed in protest. He knew the route by heart - shimmy up the trellis, slip through the unlocked window into your room, grab the first aid kit stashed under your bed. This definitely wasn't his first late-night house call.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair," he whisper-shouted, tapping on the glass.

"Jesus, JJ, you scared the shit out of me!" You whispered as JJ tumbled gracelessly through your open window. "What did you do this time?"

"Oh you know, I forgot to take the trash out so naturally he tried to beat me to death with a whiskey bottle," JJ quipped, collapsing onto your bed.

You sighed, grabbing your well-stocked first aid kit. This had become a routine for them. "Shirt off," you ordered.

"Yes ma'am!" JJ winked, slowly removing his shirt to reveal the ugly bruises blossoming across his torso.

You sighed, exasperated but sympathetic as always. You got to work disinfecting and bandaging JJ's injuries, slapping his hands away when he poked at particularly gnarly gashes.

"Ow! Take it easy Nurse Ratched," JJ grumbled.

"Hey, it's either me or an awkward explanation at the ER," You retorted, pressing an ice pack none-too-gently against JJ's swollen eye.

JJ snorted, then immediately regretted it as pain ricocheted through his ribs. You finished patching him up in silence, then sat beside him on the edge of your bed as you tossed JJ a clean shirt and some sweats from his designated drawer.

He changed quickly and flopped back onto your bed with a contented sigh. "My hero! What would I do without you?"

"Bleed out on my window sill probably," You chuckled, settling in next to him.

It was a sad routine, but you was always glad JJ felt safe coming to you, knowing you’d patch up his physical and emotional wounds without question.

"You know you can't keep doing this, right?" You said quietly.

JJ just shrugged, staring at the floor. You guys had this conversation before.

"I mean it this time. We've gotta figure something out." You put a hand on his shoulder. "Just…promise me you won't go back there tonight?"

JJ nodded reluctantly. 

You stared at JJ as he nodded reluctantly, clearly exhausted from yet another violent encounter with his abusive father. You wished more than anything that you could protect him, but JJ was fiercely independent and hated relying on anyone, even you.

"C'mon, let's get you settled in," You said gently, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket from your closet. You fluffed up the pillow and handed it to JJ, who sank into it with a groan.

"Damn Y/N, these 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets are straight fire," JJ mumbled into the pillow. "Kook life definitely has its perks."

You chuckled softly as you spread the blanket over him. "I know it's not the hammock at the Chateau, but I hope it's comfy enough."

JJ cracked one eye open and gave you a sleepy grin. "With you here? Anywhere is paradise."

You felt yourself blush, your heart skipping a beat. No matter how many times JJ showed up battered and broken on your doorstep, you could never quite ignore the butterflies his presence awakened.

"Alright Romeo, get some rest," You whispered, clicking off the bedside lamp. You curled up on your side of the bed, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of JJ's chest as he drifted off.

Tomorrow you’d make him talk. He couldn't keep hiding bruises and secrets forever. But for now, JJ was safe. And that was enough.

The next morning, JJ awoke slowly, his wounds from the previous night throbbing dully. He was momentarily disoriented by the soft bed and sunlight streaming through gauzy curtains until he remembered he was in your room. He glanced over and saw you curled up on the window seat, hair mussed and a tiny line of drool dripping down your chin. JJ smiled. Even with dried spit on your face you were still cute as hell.

He considered waking you up but decided to let you sleep. You always mother-henned him; it was kind of nice to see you be the vulnerable one for once. JJ stretched gingerly, wincing as his ribs protested. Well, might as well take advantage of the fancy digs while he could.

JJ quietly snuck out of your room towards the opulent kitchen, grabbing a muffin and some orange juice. Damn, rich people breakfasts hit differently. As he was raiding the fridge for more snacks, he heard light footsteps behind him.

"Well well, if it isn't my favorite charity case."

JJ rolled his eyes before turning around. "Morning Topper," he said through a mouthful of stolen baked goods. Your brother leaned against the doorframe, signature smug grin in place.

"Rough night again at the Maybank estate?" Topper asked, fake sympathy dripping from his voice.

"You know me, just living the dream," JJ deadpanned back.

Topper laughed humorlessly. "Try not to bleed out on the white carpets this time. I had to burn that rug you know, hepatitis risk."

JJ flipped him off good-naturedly and went back to rummaging the fridge, ignoring Topper's bitching. He was used to the verbal jabs by now. And it was a small price to pay for your tender loving care.

You padded quietly to the kitchen and saw JJ. "Morning," you said softly. "How're you feeling?"

JJ attempted his signature cocky grin, though it came out as more of a pained grimace. "Ready for round two, obviously," he joked half-heartedly.

You smiled sadly and sat down beside him. "JJ…" you began tentatively. "We need to talk about what happened. I'm worried about you."

JJ's grin faded, his expression growing shuttered. "You patched me up the same as always, I'll be fine." He avoided your earnest gaze.

"You and I both know this can't continue." Y/N placed a hand on his arm, noting how he flinched almost imperceptibly at your gentle touch.

"Drop it Y/N, I mean it," JJ muttered, a hard edge to his voice as he stared resolutely at the floor.

You acquiesced for the moment, but remained determined. You would get the truth from JJ, one way or another. His safety depended on it.

You sat in silence beside JJ until he finally met your eyes again, his usual carefree demeanor restored.

"So…" he drawled with a mischievous glint in his eye. "How should we spend this lovely truant morning m'lady? I'm thinking of a beach bonfire and beers. Oh, and we gotta stop by the garage and pick up my bike first."

You smiled and shook your head indulgently. "Fine but I'm driving. No operating heavy machinery with a concussion."

JJ grinned and hopped up, wobbling only slightly. "Yes Mom. Now c'mon, the last one to the car is buying snacks!"

You followed JJ into the cavernous garage attached to your family's mansion, filled with luxury cars and boats that cost more than most people's homes. JJ let out an impressed whistle as he strolled past the rows of gleaming vehicles.

"Damn Y/N, I know your family is loaded but this is next level," JJ said, trailing his fingers along the glossy paint job of a candy apple red vintage Corvette. "Your parents must really be raking in the cash to afford all these fancy rides."

You shrugged self-consciously. "I guess when you're constantly trying to one-up the neighbors, you end up with a garage full of absurdly expensive cars you rarely drive." 

You grabbed the keys to your sensible Toyota Camry hybrid. JJ made a face.

"Oh come on, we're not taking the freakin' treehugger mobile to the beach bonfire," he complained. "Let's take the 'Vette! Or the Range Rover. Ooh what about the Jag?" JJ darted around excitedly, peering through tinted windows.

"Yeah, because that wouldn't draw any attention, me rolling up to the beach in a $150,000 sports car," You replied sarcastically. 

JJ pouted dramatically. "You never let me have any fun."

You rolled your eyes and tugged on his arm. "You can pick the music at least. And I'll stop for beer and snacks on the way."

"Deal!" JJ's eyes lit up. He slid into the passenger seat of your Camry, immediately plugging his phone into the stereo. Loud rock music began blasting through the speakers. 

You laughed and shook your head indulgently. You couldn't resist JJ's childlike enthusiasm. And you had to admit, it was nice to see him acting carefree instead of battered and brooding. 

Maybe a relaxing day at the beach was just what they needed. Maybe you could try again to get JJ to open up later. For now, you cranked up the music and sang along loudly as you drove towards paradise by the sea.

As the bonfire dwindled on the beach, you and JJ stumbled your way back to your place, leaning on each other in your drunken haze. Laughter filled the night as JJ tripped over his own shoelaces, causing both of you to collapse onto the sand.

"Y/N, you know I lo-" he slurred, interrupted by a fit of giggles. Rolling your eyes, you grinned and helped him brush off the sand from his jeans.

Back in your room, the drunken haze intensified, illuminated by the soft glow of fairy lights that framed JJ's half-lidded blue eyes and tousled blond hair. His gaze roamed over your body, fixating on the neckline of your crop top, his lips moist as he licked them.

Struggling with the button of his jeans, JJ muttered a string of curses under his breath, his efforts finally paying off with a satisfying click. The denim pooled around his ankles, hitting the floor with a thud.

You approached him, a mischievous giggle escaping your lips as he clumsily kicked off the jeans. His hands fumbled with your jeans, struggling to undo them. Never one to back down from a challenge, you bit your lip and palmed his bulging arousal through his boxers, effectively distracting him.

With a groan, he managed to push his boxers down, his hard cock springing free, droplets of pre-cum glistening on the tip. The sight of his vulnerability, his readiness for you, stirred wetness to pool between your thighs. The tantalizing ache began to grow, a desperate craving for him consuming your thoughts. You wanted him more than you wanted air.

Discarding your jeans and panties, you climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap. JJ's eyes widened at the sight of you completely exposed, the raw desire in his gaze making you feel irresistibly sexy.

Running your hands up your stomach, you cupped your own breasts through your top, releasing a moan when his eager hands replaced yours, freeing them completely.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're a damn goddess," he slurred, leaning forward to capture your hardened nipple with his mouth. You murmured appreciatively, your fingers tangling in his messy hair.

His hands grew impatient on the bare skin of your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh, fueling your growing arousal. Shifting slightly, you gave him a better view of your drenched core, making him moan around your nipple.

His fingers danced along your slick folds, causing you to arch your back and gasp at the electrifying touch. Waves of pleasure cascaded through your body, radiating from the tightened skin around your nipples. You rocked yourself against his fingers, aching for more.

His eyes burned with lust as he watched you ride his fingers. Parting your folds with a languid stroke, he eased a finger into your tight heat. The sensation of being filled was intoxicating, your wetness coating his fingers as he pumped slowly, each brush against your clit amplifying your need for him.

Breathing heavily, you whispered, "Fuck, JJ... more." You craved his entirety, every inch of him.

Without hesitation, JJ aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance. Both of you gasped as the head of his cock brushed against your clit, mixing his pre-cum with your own arousal. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his length, relishing the exquisite stretch that made you fall forward, bracing your palms against his chest.

Digging your nails into his flesh, you ground against him, the smooth glide of your scorching core over his throbbing cock leaving him breathless. Moaning uncontrollably against his ear, you bucked against him, establishing a torturous rhythm that had both of you teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

"Damn, Y/N... you feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me," he grunted, his fingers leaving marks on your hips as he matched your movements.

"You fill me so fucking good, JJ," you growled into his neck, each forceful thrust hitting your g-spot and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. The mounting pressure coiled low in your stomach, intensifying with every powerful thrust.

Your moans transformed into desperate curses, the rough and rapid movements pushing you perilously close to the edge of climax. As JJ drove into you, his teeth nibbled at your nipples, his fingers pinched and pulled. The dual sensations sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an explosive release.

The early morning light seeped through the gaps in the heavy, velvet curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The scent of ocean salt, mingling with the lingering notes of last night's bonfire, permeated the air. JJ, with his tousled blonde hair and sleep-filled eyes, groggily awoke on the luxurious king-sized bed, the silk sheets tangling around his legs. He looked down, seeing his clothes scattered haphazardly across the polished oak floor, a smirk forming on his lips as memories of the previous night flooded back.

Suddenly, a soft giggle drew his attention to the other side of the bed where you lay, your hair spread out on the pillow like a halo, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You were wrapped up in a plush, pink robe, looking every bit the princess of  your own castle. Seeing JJ awake, your giggles turned into full-blown laughter.

"What's so funny, Thornton?" JJ asked, his voice rough from sleep and last night's indulgences.

"Your face," You replied, pointing a finger at his forehead. "You've got a mark from my 'Princess of OBX' tiara."

Looking into the tall, gilded mirror in the corner of the room, JJ spotted the small, heart-shaped glittery mark on his forehead. Instead of feeling embarrassed, he let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the room. "Well, isn't that fitting?" he quipped back. "JJ the Princess, has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

As laughter filled the room, the tension from your unexpected intimacy dissolved, replaced by your familiar camaraderie. Despite your different worlds you found comfort in your shared sense of humor and friendship. The reality of your actions would eventually need to be addressed, but for that quiet, soft morning, you allowed yourselves to bask in the afterglow of their newfound closeness.

[dixonsbrat]

𖥔 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𖥔

summary ; rafe begins to push you away when he realises the true nature of his feelings towards you

pairing ; rafe cameron x kook turned pogue!fem!reader

notes ; this series will contain mature themes, such as : p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), swearing, physical altercations, potential nightmares and anxiety, arguments, drinking and drugs. if i forgot any please let me know.

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

summer nights in the outer banks always felt like a mist of nostalgia washing over you as you ventured to the boneyard. the humidity was high, and the stars were bright. speckling across the night sky like a blanket of magic, each holding a promise to return the next day like they had every other.

tonight’s party had passed by in a flurry, whisking you away with your friends for a night of unconventional fun. just the way you liked it.

the boys were up to mischief, as per usual, as they took part in numerous bets and dares to see who was the ‘best pogue�� while sarah dragged you and kie to the bonfire for a dance. and despite the fact that you had spent most of the night in high spirits, you couldn’t help the sudden plunge of morale as you watched john b sneak up behind sarah and wrap his arms around her.

the two of them holding each other close and swaying to the music as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. it made your heart heavy knowing how badly you both craved and desired the love that they so openly shared with the world.

“hey, i have a question..." jj declares after the six of you had found somewhere quiet to hunker down away from the general vicinity of the party, and with a joint in his hand, he moves to lay his head in your lap as he gazes up at the night sky.

“what now?” kie rolls her eyes, waiting to hear what high-induced thoughts the blond had conjured up

“if oranges are called… oranges, why aren't lemons called… yellows?" silence fell over you all as you tried to hold back your laughter,swapping confused looks, only to eventually give in.

“okay. i think you've had enough of that for tonight,” pope grabs the joint from jj’s hand, despite his protests, and takes a puff for himself before passing it to john b.

“agreed. i think i’m getting a contact high just from being near you,” you laugh softly.

he lets out a small gasp, clutching at his chest as though he were wounded, “you should be grateful.”

“yeah, okay, j,” you shake your head, laughing, and ruffle his hair before turning to the others to ask, “hey, does anyone have the time?”

pope’s the first to check his watch, “almost midnight.”

“shit…” you groan quietly and throw your head to the side, sinking into sarah’s shoulder for a moment, “i’ve gotta go. are we still meeting before the dinner tomorrow?”

“yeah, of course.” sarah nods, knowing that the question was intended for her and kie.

picking yourself up and dusting the sand off your shorts, you swing your bag over your shoulder and wave goodbye to your friends. they blow you kisses as you start to walk away, shouting out a jumbled mess of their own goodbyes, but nothing was more distinct than jj's "see ya tomorrow, bubba!"

making your way through the remainder of the party, a group of kooks pass you by, each of them narrowing their eyes and one even blatantly whispering about you. your family’s history wasn’t uncommon knowledge on the island, and so, unlike the pogues, a lot of the kooks didn’t want to be seen hanging out with a ‘half-breed’, as they would sometimes call you.

like kie, your parents came from two different worlds, but unfortunately for them, they didn’t have quite the happy ending that the carrera’s did. so now you live with your mom and her new husband with all the other figure eight trust fund babies, but you weren’t really one of them — you never would be.

“y/n!” a voice calls your name, and you turn just in time to see topper wrap his arm around your shoulders. the strong scent of alcohol consuming your senses, and you sway off-balance from the impact of his weight.

“hey, top,” you pat his chest affably.

“hey, we’re friends, right?” he smiles drunkenly this time, and a slight hum leaves his lips.

you knew the question was of good nature, and you didn’t dislike topper, but he wasn’t exactly your favourite person either. so, not wanting to hurt his feelings while he clearly wasn’t all there, you decide to indulge him a little, “of course we are, buddy.”

“it’s just… i know you hang out with the pogues, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends? i’ve always been nice to you, and i know kelce thinks you’re cool, but rafe, he’s a tough one. he really hates pogues, and you’re like choosing to be-”

“topper, let’s go, man!” kelce shouts as he makes his way over to you, and a few steps behind him staggered along rafe cameron, “some of us are going back to mine.”

seemingly frustrated, kelce tries to get his friend to leave while rafe appears far more interested in the cup between his lips. when he does eventually look up at topper, his eyes fall on you under his friend’s arm for a moment before he runs a hand across his forehead and looks away as though he hadn’t paid you any attention at all.

“maybe you should get him a leash?” the suggestion falls from your lips, and from behind the cup in his hand, you swore you saw rafe smirk. though, it’s gone faster than it had appeared.

kelce lets out a soft chuckle, “don’t tempt me.”

“hey, y/n, why don’t you come with us?” topper turns to you with more enthusiasm than you could handle on a good day. like a golden retriever that was just given his favourite ball.

“as tempting as that sounds... i will have to pass.” removing his arm, you push him towards kelce, who reluctantly catches him.

“why not? it’ll be fun, and kelce and rafe will be there!”

“actually, i’ve, uh, i’ve got somewhere to be,” rafe discloses, taking the last sip of his drink before throwing the empty cup into the trash pile and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “so, i’m going to have to skip on tonight too.”

not wanting to stick around for the conversation about to be had, which would mostly consist of topper whining for rafe to go with them, you take your leave from the trio, “alright. well, i’m going to go. you boys have fun.” and as you pass through them, your arm accidentally brushes against rafe.

you don't think much of it, but the small graze seemed to have attracted his attention, because when you look back, his eyes are already watching you walk away.

the air was no longer sticky as you walked towards the main road. the temperature had dropped enough to cause an array of bumps on your arms and you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket. the coolness nipped at your skin, and you helplessly wrapped your arms around yourself to gather as much warmth as possible.

the street was quiet, other than the distant sound of music from the boneyard and the occasional bark from a neighbourhood dog. the sky was dark with nothing but the stars helping guide you home, which only made it more noticeable when a set of headlights turned into the street. the sound of an engine began to approach you, slowing to meet your side before eventually coming to a stop.

“y'know, it’s at least an hour walk back to figure eight, right?” the driver points out, and an undeniable smirk tugs at the corner of your lips before you turn to see rafe leaning his head out the open window.

“really?” you retort, cocking your head to the side. “... what took you so long then?”

rafe licks his lips to try and downplay the smile on his face as you near the car, his eyes trailing up and down your body, "well, you know how it is?"

"topper wouldn't shut up," you say in unison, scrunching up your face as you nod.

"i guess that means i'll just have to make it up to you," he looks you up and down once more, his eyes lingering on the skin surrounding your chest and noting how the smallest cherubs of your nipples were poking through your bikini top.

smiling coyly, you sink towards him, pushing a hand to run across the stubbled hair on his head, and press a chaste kiss to his lips, "you better." your words muffle against him.

he hums with approval, a smug look on his face as you pull his bottom lip between yours, giving it a small tug, "you better hurry up and get in then."

you scrunch your nose at him before running around the other side of the car, and it doesn't take long at all for the two of you to reunite with the comforts of rafe's bedroom. the familiar scent of his vanilla lotion, cologne, and a hint of tobacco filling your senses the second he opens the door, and what was once a relevantly clean floor was now being littered with discarded clothing.

his fingers were gentle as they danced across your skin, loosening the knot in the back of your bikini with ease, before hoisting you up around his waist and leading you to his bed where he places you down atop his cotton sheets. his fingers make haste to remove the last pieces of your clothing as he peppers sweet kisses along your jawline, down to your neck.

rafe's kisses were reverent, his touch worshipping, as he slowly revealed every last piece of you. like a precious gift being unwrapped for all to see, but only rafe got the pleasure of doing so.

his breath is hot as he traipses his kisses further down your chest, and his lips soft as he presses them perfectly around the nubs of your breasts. flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin and erupting a whirlwind of rampant butterflies in your stomach.

"god, look at you," he mumbles, a hand now rolling down your waist, your thigh, stopping just shy of where you needed him the most. you needed to feel him, needed him to touch you, and he knew it. he could tell by the way your hips were ever so slightly bucking up to try and reach his hand. "so needy, baby."

smirking, he slowly glides his fingers over your clit and then begins working small torturous circles over it. your chest starts to rise and fall, the breathe being pulled from your lungs, and rafe pushes the side of his other hand into your mouth to help muffle your moans.

it's then that he presses two fingers inside you, letting his thumb continue to work you as he slowly pumps them in and out. your hips jut up, the pleasure working it's way through you until you couldn't bare it much longer. then it stops.

"rafe..." you whine, panting.

"what? you really think i'm going to waste the chance to have you cum around me?" he meets your face, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking your juices off of them, "not when you taste this sweet."

then, without warning, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap. letting nothing else stand between you both, he takes your mouth in a heated kiss. his tongue teasing you skilfully until you're left breathless. you could taste yourself on his tongue, and it only made you want him more.

with one hand gripping at your thigh, he uses the other to give himself a few pumps before swiping along your slit to gather your wetness. you jolt as the tip of his cock touches your clit, which he can't help but snicker at, and he slowly starts to push himself in.

rafe was big, there was no denying that, and you would have to bury your head in his shoulder from time to time to stop yourself from crying out as you sink down on him. you could feel him everywhere, and while you didn't have anything to compare it to, you had never felt so full in your life than when rafe was inside you.

it takes a moment to adjust but once he starts moving, all the pressure that had built up quickly turns into pleasure. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him as close to you as you possibly could, your chests moving together as one as he maintains his rhythm. you try to kiss him, but he feels too good inside that all you can do is let out breathy moans.

his thumb moves down to work your clit once more, adding to the pleasure tightening and compressing within your stomach. waves of ecstasy taking over your body as you succumb to your high while rafe tries his best not to cum in you.

you press your head against him as your orgasm rolls through your body, your walls clenching around him and daring to push him over the edge, "fuck, i love watching you cum."

you notice the way his pupils had dilated as he stares up at you now, and you press your lips to his as you slowly lift yourself off of him, immediately feeling empty inside.

"told you i'd make it up to you," he stretches his neck as he leans back to rest on his elbows, closing his eyes long enough for you to work your way down to his waist and take him in your mouth.

he was still so hard, and creamy from being inside you, that the second your lips came in contact, his head lulled back with a sigh. he was already so close to the edge that it didn't take long for him to blow his load in your mouth. and you didn’t waste a drop.

after recollecting yourself, rafe throws you one of his t-shirts to put on and you make yourself comfortable against the headboard of his bed. he, however, instinctively moves to rest his head in your lap, and your fingers idly run circles on his head.

whenever you were with rafe, it felt like all of your problems simply washed away. he made you feel things you never had before. he made you feel alive. and while you loved spending as much time with him as possible, there was always a bittersweet feeling gnawing at you, reminding you that none of this was real, because your time together always had to come to an end.

it was always easier to just rip off the band aid rather than to let it fester until it consumed your every thought.

"you okay?" rafe asks, taking notice of how quiet and spacey you were being. you nod, not wanting to turn this into anything. "you can tell me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand this time.

it was the small gestures like that that made it all the more difficult to keep sneaking around with him. you knew you could never tell him how you were really feeling but the longer you had to lie to your friends or hide away like he was ashamed to be seen with you, the more you wondered if this was how things would always be with him.

he had told you from the start that he had too much going on to be able to commit to anything or make promises he knew he couldn't keep, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. and no matter how many times he tried to reassure you that this wasn't just sex for him, he would always follow up with the fact that he couldn't let himself get carried away. not when ward was watching his every move.

“it’s fine, really,” leaning down, you press another kiss to his lips and then to his nose, “i promise.”

reluctant to believe you, he eventually nods before moving into your touch and nuzzling his face into yours as he kisses you once more. his hands move to guide you as your breath becomes ragged, and just as you’re about to get lost in him once more, you pull away, knowing that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.

between breaths, you whisper, “it’s late. i should get going.”

rafe throws his head back into his pillow, heaving a sigh, and where you expected him to agree or even help you gather your clothes from where you had left them all over his floor, he instead stops you. his eyes flutter for a second, and his jaw tenses the way it did whenever he was fighting the thoughts in his head, trying to flush them out, and with a soft voice, he says, “… stay.”

an inaudible gasp leaves you as you contemplate whether or not you had heard him correctly and when you don’t answer, he pulls you back to the bed, "stay... please."

rafe had never asked you to stay before or vis versa, the night always ended with one of you sneaking home, and while you were ecstatic over the revelations, you were also sceptical as to what had changed his mind all of a sudden. he doesn't say anything else, just pulls you back between the sheets and wraps his arm firmly around your waist.

you hadn't given him an answer, but you knew you weren't going to say 'no', who knew if he would ever ask you to stay again. instead, you let yourself melt into his warmth where you remained until the sun began to rise.

[strangersatellites]

ask and you shall receive !! part two of tarot-verse !! read part one here !!

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“Robs, do you really think this is going to work?”

“Well normally I would say yes. It's pretty straight-forward and I don’t think you’re leaving a lot of room for misinterpretation. But at the same time, Eddie has been demonstrating some particularly impressive levels of obliviousness when it comes to the way you go all goo-goo eyes at him.”

Steve opens his mouth to dispute her claim, he does not go all goo-goo eyes at him, but gets cut off.

“That and the fact that he’s all in his head over a scenario he literally made up. So I don't know, it might be hopeless.”

Steve just blinks for a second.

“Wow. Thank you, Robin, for that very motivating pep talk.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I am feeling much more confident now, that's really great.”

She huffs on the other end of the line. “Well, I just mean that-”

He holds up a hand even though she can’t see him. “No, no. I got it.” He perks up at the sound of a door slamming in the driveway. “Hey, he’s here Robbie. I gotta go.”

Robin's screech has him pulling the phone away from his ear. “Good luck, dingus!”

“Thanks Robs. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He hangs up and wipes his, now clammy, hands on the front of his jeans and psychs himself up.

“Come on Steve. Be cool.”

A musical knock that Steve would know anywhere sounds through the foyer and he has to tamp down the smile threatening to split his face. This is serious.

He swings open the door just as Eddie’s hand is poised to knock again and cuts him off before he can even start to speak.

“Okay. I know I asked you to come over so we could smoke and watch that movie you like but can I show you something first?”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow but his smile doesn’t drop.

“Course, Stevie. Why so serious? What did you do, rob a bank?” He asks, shouldering his way past and making his way to the living room and hopping over the back of the couch.

Steve knows the moment Eddie sees them. His shoulders stiffen up and his breath catches. Steve hurries to placate.

“Hey, I know. I’m sorry just-” If he runs his hand through his hair again it's going to go flat but he can't break the habit. “Just let me show you?”

Eddie settles back into the couch and gives Steve a quick nod.

Steve takes a breath and grabs his stack of cards from the coffee table and settles on the other end of the couch.

Okay, Steve. Just like you rehearsed.

Another deep breath.

“Two summers ago Robin told me she wanted to learn how to read tarot. She bought a deck and tried to learn on her own, but she had a hard time memorizing what all of them meant.”

Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. “No shit. Shit’s hard.”

Steve laughs too. “Yeah, I know that now. But, she had a hard time with it so I told her I would learn and help her practice. And I did. And she got really good at it and she brought them everywhere and she did readings for people constantly. But then she eventually got bored and stopped.”

Eddie shifts and uncrosses his arms. Finally looks less like he’s ready to bolt.

“What, do you just have like a rolodex of stuff you’ve learned for Robin that she doesn’t care about anymore?”

“I think of it more like an old toybox.” This gets a laugh out of Eddie. “But this one– this one stuck with me. I forgot about it for a while but a while back, a few days pre-vecna oddly enough, I pulled a reading for myself and I wanted to show you.”

Eddie’s eyes dart between his own for a beat. He tilts his head a bit.

“I would love to see it, Stevie. But I’m not understanding what was so urgent about this. I thought it was gonna be about the whole,” he waves his hand around while he talks, “you watching me make myself look stupid the other day.”

Steve hates the dejected tone his voice has taken on behind his false bravado.

“It is! I mean, I’ve never thought you looked stupid. But, I mean I kind of goaded you into it, just– just let me talk you through this and I promise it’ll all make sense.”

Eddie sits back again. “Okay sweetheart. Wow me.”

Steve takes a deep breath because this part is a bit like baring his soul to Eddie.

“So when I pulled this reading. I was feeling really confused about what was in store for me. I decided to dust off my cards and see what happened.”

He pulls four cards right off the top of the deck and lays them out face down. Flips the first one.

Judgement.

“I got judgement first. Now, I know you know what it means, but I’m going to tell you my interpretation.”

When Steve looks back up at him, Eddie’s got his chin propped in his hand and the stars back in his eyes.

“Judgement told me to stop looking for things in the same places I’d always looked. That I should look somewhere different. Now granted I didn’t know what that meant yet, but it was just the start.”

Flips the second card.

The Moon.

“You would think that maybe I would’ve taken the hint with this one. It’s the one that tells you, ‘Hey! Stop lying to yourself! Listen to your intuition!’ But still I didn’t know what that was supposed to mean either.”

He skips ahead and flips the last card and Eddie looks confused and goes to flip the third card himself.

“Call me crazy, Stevie, but I think you skipped one.”

Steve bats his hand away.

“Shut up. I know that, but there’s an order to this story.”

Eddie puts his hands up in a gesture of innocence and Steve taps the fourth card.

The Lovers.

“This one made me finally start to piece this one together. Maybe I needed to start looking for a different type of girl, ya know? Clearly I was gonna fall in love and I needed to start looking in new places for whoever it was.”

He brings his eyes up to meet Eddie’s.

“Maybe a farmer’s market.”

Eddie throws his head back in a laugh.

“But this last card had me so confused because it didn’t fit into this lineup at all. In my experience, when a card doesn’t really fit, it might need to be read more literally. And I found out later that this one was meant to be taken very literally. Like, very.”

He flips the final card.

The Devil.

“Because a few days later, I met you.”

Eddie squints at him, but he's smiling.

“That feels like an insult, babe.”

Steve can literally feel his cheeks flush at Eddie’s effortless flirting.

“Okay, well I can only think of one person who was accused of devil-worship in this town, so.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie nods.

“And I had this stupid big crush on you before I even remembered the reading. When I did it got so much worse. And then, last weekend, I saw your cards and I thought it would be fun to see what kind of reading you would pull for me. Thought maybe that would be my chance to tell you how I felt. I was going to wait for you to tell me about whatever you pulled and then tell you I knew that already.”

Eddie shifts to sling an arm around Steve’s shoulder and lets him finish.

“But then I saw those cards and I knew you were making stuff up and I thought it was because you didn't want it to be you.”

Eddie’s face falls for a second before Steve bumps their noses together.

“But then you were being so weird at the farmer’s market so I talked to Robs about it and she told me we're both stupid.”

Steve feels more than he hears Eddie’s laugh.

“I would have to agree with Birdie on that one. Steve, has anybody ever told you you have an insane poker face?”

Steve hides his face and laughs.

“No, that's a new one.”

Eddie puts on his most dramatic voice again.

“Well allow me to be the first. Because that was a phenomenal performance. I had no idea that you knew I was talking out of my ass.”

“Well you do that a lot anyway, so.”

Eddie squawks and shoves Steve to fall backwards until he’s in his space, looking down with a blinding smile.

“So, cards tell you anything about a first date?”

Steve’s hands settle around Eddie’s waist and his eyes dart around his face.

“We could ask. But I can think of a better way to spend our time.”

Eddie bends down and nips at the side of Steve’s jaw, hums.

“Yeah? Hm. I think it might be worth an ask.”

Steve huffs and brings his his hands to either side of his face to tug him down.

“Shut up.”

Eddie’s laughing the first time their lips meet.

He bites and tugs at Steve’s bottom lip to get his attention.

“I can’t believe you called me the devil.”

Steve’s eyes are hazy and his smile lazy.

“Yeah but you’re my devil.”

Eddie laughs and leans down to peck at the corner of his mouth.

“And you’re my magician.”

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[yuzuyoon]

Oh my god this sentiment!!!!

"think deep down they know if JM leaves, they are fucked. I know a lot of people say RM might be the one keeping the group together but I am willing to bet it's JM. If he chooses he had had enough, I don't think BTS will cease to exist. Yeah others leaving will create a dent but I think JM leaving will break the group. I don't think he will be the way. He is too much of a good guy. He knows the legacy the group brings but it would be interesting to see".

I remember having this convo with an Army once and they got so offended that I would feel that way. Honestly when I first got into BTS, it was because Jimin was trending on Twitter. I only checked him out after I consistently saw him trend. After that I realized he was a part of group called BTS and that was it for me. I have watched BTS and their content for a long time now and there are few things I can hundred percent bank on.

BTS have an amazing chemistry as a group. Regardless of what happens behind the camera, they are able to put it all aside and work as a team. There is a great sense of pride of being a team and they genuinely like each other.

Yes they are close but they get jealous of each other. I don't know the level of jealousy but there have been a few throwaway comment from the guys which points to this.

No matter what anyone says, Jimin is the emotional centre of the group. He is the person they go to when they need to hash out things but he is also the person that calls them out when they are being shit. He is the one who will have a chat with the leader of the others are struggling. He is the one who will tell people when things aren't working and they rely heavily on him. I see this as a disadvantage for Jimin because he is constantly in a giver and fixer role and he might not be getting the same back but I think we gotta remember he is a leader behind the scenes. He knows what he wants and he will go for it.

One thing that I wish Jimin did more of us boast about himself. He is extremely talented, extremely athletic, very good at a lot of things and fucking phenomenal dancer but I don't think I have seen Jimin boast about any of this.

All the members have had a role in the beginning and they have stuck to it for years and they will continue to stick to it even when they come back as a group. The chances of them bringing up Jimins success especially the first Korean soloist to top Hot 100 will not be brought up even though they will bring up Sevens success. I genuinely don't know why they do that but this has been a common recurrence.

I personally don't think the boys are distant as people make them out to be. When they come as a group, we will see a similar dynamic.

The above paragraph about JM being the one that can break the group, I whole heatedly believe this shit. Like I truly think that if he was to return tomorrow and say to the group, I am done, they will have to walk away. I have many reasons to believe this. Firstly, it's very obvious to me that he is highly intelligent emotionally as well as intellectually. Because he is so highly emotionally intelligent, he is able to balance the group. He can be anything to anyone of them so he centres them. He shares a very good relationship with all of them and he values his relationship with them all so he goes out of his way to keep it. He isn't jealous at all of the boys so he doesn't let that get in his head. He might have little jealously over their skills but not them as people. He also doesn't need loud declaration that he is amazing or he is the best. He of course likes it because who the fuck wouldn't but that's not the only driving factor.

This is going to be so bold of me and I could be wrong and I will most likely be wrong but it will be a JK vs JM show and it will continue to be that way for a while. I think the boys have known this for a long time. They can see the metrics and judge it accordingly. From what I can see, JK has always been pushed as the centre member. They have always wanted him to be the popular member. I have never understood why but I am assuming they feel that he has more years possibly being the youngest. He is also a great singer and stable so I am not surprised. I still think it's weird that they would focus on one person in a 7 member group but it kind of makes sense. But JM has always been an anomaly. He is incredibly charismatic so that makes him stand out. He is good looking which is JK is too by the way but Jimin captures more eyeballs. But most importantly not only is he a great dancer and singer, he has a natural star quality that the rest of them including JK need to work hard to show. He has sensuality that a lot of people don't possess so it's not a surprise that the competition is between the two young members. My only surprise is the lack of musical success for V but that might change once he changes his tune. This is a space I am keeping an eye on. Honestly I am also interested to see where Hobi lands because he has a lot of potential too. Overall though, it's always been those two from the beginning. And seems to be those two now too. I would be interested to see how they would both fare if they got exactly the same roll out.

Look what I am trying to say is that I am not being mean to the rest of the members to agree with the sentiment above. Maybe that will be change but I don't see that happening. I have always thoughts that JM is a glue to the group, I felt that while watching the AYS EP three as well. He has something and that shows in their content as well as peoples reaction to him. Yes he gets a lot of negative hate but only people like Jimin who stand out get this type of hate because deep down a lot of people are insecure about him. Yes a lot of them act like he has no impact but deep down they know that he has too much impact. We all know it, Army know it, solo fans know and the company knows it too. I am just unsure why the company is being stupid but I hope one day Jimin tells us why!!

you absolutely devoured this. i have nothing to add

[daydreamgoddess14]

First Impressions - Chapter 5

Ahhh, Glen Powell might have brought me back here, but I stay for River. Basically, I'm writing this for myself, and it's so much fun!

If you are reading, though, thank you 😘

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Masterlist

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Shirley’s eyes were boring a hole into River's skull. He could feel it. She watched him with such intensity, not hearing a word Lamb was saying. 

“Oi! Dander fucking daydream? You listenin’ or what?” Lamb bellowed, Shirley jumped. 

“What?” She sneered, “no boss, not fucking listening.”

“Stop mooning over Cartwright and get on with the surveillance on our little gang of thieves, yeah?”

“Ew, gross. Jesus, I nearly vommed-” Shirley started, expecting River to jump in, outraged. Instead, he tapped his fingers lightly on the desk and watched his phone, seemingly waiting for it to illuminate with a new message. “Earth to Cartwright?” Shirley called out, fed up with her insults being ignored. 

“Sorry, Shirl, gotta take this.” He held up the phone now flashing in his hand. She looked at Roddy in disbelief.

“Did he really just fucking call me Shirl?”

“He done you dirty there, mate.” Roddy agreed. 

“I'm not your mate, dicksplash.” She snarled. Her curiosity outweighed her contempt for him in the end. “Hasn't he been acting weird?”

“He's always weird.” Roddy scoffed.

“I think he's got a bird.”

“Who would shag that?”

“You would say that. You just don’t want to pay up.” She punched Roddy in the arm.

“Oi! I am a gentleman, I’ll pay.”

“Ho, you are fuckin’ further than Lamb from being a gentleman.”

“He’s not got a shag. Nahh. I refuse to believe it til I see CCTV evidence for the spank bank.”

 “Eugghh, god I think I'm gonna vom again. I’m not sure which is more disgusting, him with a bird or you having a wank.” Shirley shuddered at the thought. “Pay up, bitch.” She held out her hand.

“Uhh no chance. No confirmation, no payout.”

“You’re a prick, Ho.”

In his office, River checked the door was closed before he picked up. The previous evening Lexie had slipped from his warm bed and into the biggest operation of her policing career so far, and they hadn't parted on great terms. It had been weeks since their first night together and she'd spent many of those working early mornings and late nights getting closer and closer to being able to take out one of the top players of the sex trafficking ring. He'd found her in a cold bath the night before, hugging her knees, staring into space and shivering. 

“Food's ready, Lex, d'ya drown?” He tapped on the bathroom door, the hinges squeaking as it swung open. “Babe?” She shook from her reverie, wiping tears from her cheeks. 

“Shit, sorry. I got distracted.” She admitted with a small smile. He reached out for her hand, helping her stand and step out of the tub, grabbing a large towel to wrap around her. 

“You're freezing.” He rubbed her arms through the towel, enveloping her into him while she dithered. 

“I must have just blanked. I can't stop thinking about tomorrow,” she mumbled against his shoulder, his warm hands on her back held her close to give her as much of his body heat as possible. 

“C'mon, let's go to bed.”

“But you cooked?”

“Forget about that,” he pulled her into the bedroom and took the towel, kneeling in front of her to gently dry her thighs. She shivered under his touch as the towel was gradually replaced by his kisses following the same path. 

“Keep doing that and I'll fall over.” She warned with a breathy laugh. Reluctantly he got to his feet and led her to the bed, pulling her into his lap. 

“How're you feeling?” He asked, his concerned eyes searching hers. She shrugged,

“Weird. A bit scared, a bit excited.”

“You’re sure this is the only way?” Lexie slipped off his lap and pulled the towel back over herself to cover her body.

“Yes. River, I’ve got officers from all over the country coming down to help us get this over the line. We know what we’re doing.”

“These things go south so quickly, what if something happens?” His hand reached for her but she pulled away.

“I can’t back down from this operation. It’s too important, I can handle it. It’s all planned out.”

“That’s what worries me, it’s too risky.”

“We’ve got intel that he’s leaving for Europe in the next couple of days, if we don’t move now then more kids are in danger and he’ll be bringing more back with him. I can’t let that happen.”

“So you expect me to sit back while you put yourself in danger?”

“Yes River, I do. Because that’s the job. We both do it, and we both know what’s involved. C’mon, half the shit you pull at work is completely unplanned. How many times have I kept quiet when you come back with a black eye?” She fell silent with a shake of her head.

“I’m not saying you can’t handle it.” He said quietly.

“Sounds like it.”

“I’ve seen the Park’s intel on this gang, they’re dangerous and they’re capable of some really fucked up shit, Lex. This shouldn't even be a MET op, it should have been handed over a long time ago and you know it.”

“I know that, I’ve been working on it for ages. Children, River? Children being sold for sex. If you think I’m not going to do this, then you don’t know me at all. The Park didn't want to know, that's on them.” She frowned.

“That’s not fair. I know you’re not going to stop until it’s over. I just want you to be careful.”

“I’m gonna go back to mine. I need to get some sleep.” She got up from the bed and began pulling on a pair of jeans.

“Don’t go.” He pleaded.

“I need to focus. We’ll talk tomorrow after it’s all over.” She gently brushed the hair from his forehead and kissed him softly. She hesitated, her voice shaky “night, love.” His fingers gripped hers until they couldn’t reach any further and he let her leave.

“Is that River Cartwright?” The voice asked on the end of the phone.

“Yeah, who’s this?”

“Andy Powell, Lexie’s partner.” River felt the air leave his lungs,

“What happened?” he demanded.

“They’ve got her. There was a lot of gunfire, smoke grenades. I lost sight of her. Another officer saw her get dragged to a van with a couple of others. We’re 3 officers down and I don’t fucking know where to start,” the fresh anguish in his voice was clear. 

“Who’s in charge?”

“It’s up to Chief Super level, they’ve got the CCTV and there’s forensics at the warehouse as well.”

“How long has it been?” River looked at his watch, the operation had been due to commence at 5am and it was now 8.30am.

“90 minutes.”  

“What do you need?” He didn’t bother to ask how Andy got his number, he was just grateful that Lexie had the foresight to have given it to him in the first place.

“If you’ve got anyone who can help with tracing the vehicle? I’ve got names we can run through your databases… I-, I-” Andy’s voice shook. “It’s my fault.”

“Course it’s not, she’d have found a way to get into trouble all on her own. Send me all the details and I’ll get onto it now. Call me if anything changes.” River stressed, already throwing open his office door and taking the stairs down to Roddy two at a time. He rung off just as he reached the doorway. “Ho, I need you to run some plates, I want you all over CCTV in a 100 mile radius-”

“‘ang about, did Lamb authorise this?” Roddy demanded.

“Since when do you give a shit about that? I know you’re avoiding paperwork so just fucking do it and do it now.” River held out his phone with the details.

“Please?”

“Please, Roddy.” River dragged a hand over his face, “Please.” The younger man paused for a second, taken aback by River’s insistence which paled in comparison to his usual balls to the wall demands for assistance.

“Hold your horses.” He muttered, rapidly bringing up the various screens he needed and entering information as quickly as he could. “Time?”

“About 90 minutes ago.” They scanned the screens between them, the smoke from the warehouse creeping across the screens. Ho caught sight of the van in a corner of one camera angle but not enough to see a number plate. While River paced, he used the image to search surrounding cameras in the same time window. “There! What direction is that?”

“South. Still can’t get the plate.” 

“Fuck!” RIver yelled, aiming a punch at the wall alongside Roddy’s desk. “Keep trying. I’m getting the car, can you track this on the move?”

“What, come with you?”

“Yes or fucking no, Roddy?” River asked, shaking out his bloodied knuckles.

“Course I fucking can.” Roddy grabbed his laptop and various other cables and devices and thrust them into River’s arms.

“Where are you pussies going?” Shirley demanded, blocking the doorway.

“Move, Shirley.”

“Oi, manners.” River pushed everything back to Roddy and took hold of Shirley’s upper arms, marching her backwards to the front door. “Get your fucking hands of me, Cartwright.” With enough space, he let go and pushed past her with Roddy in tow. She trailed after them down the fire escape steps and jumped into the back of River’s car as he pulled a parking ticket from the front windscreen.

“Roddy?” River demanded, starting the car.

“Get south of the river, get on the A2.” His eyes flicked from one camera to the other, frantically looking for more information. River threw his phone into the backseat to Shirley. 

“Call back the last number that called me, put it on speaker.”

“Can one of you lunatics tell me what the fuck is going on?” The phone rang and rang until Andy’s voice finally filled the car.

“I’m heading for the A2. We think they’re going south.”

“Same, just getting in the van now. We’ve got them as far down as Canterbury. They’re heading for Dover.”

“They’ll be there by now.” River growled hitting the steering wheel. “We’re still over an hour away.”

“I know.” A strained silence filled the car. “What if they-”

“Don’t. They’re not getting her out of this fucking country. Over my dead body.”

“I know. She wanted me to tell you something?”

“She can tell me herself. She’s going to tell me herself.”

“Yeah. Yeah she will. Let us know how you get on, we’ve got blues on so we’ll beat you down there.”

“Do me a favour? Put a call into Kent police and tell them not to pull me over.”

“Yeah sure.” Andy agreed, Roddy called out River’s number plate and Shirley hung up the phone. They sat in silence as River navigated through Bermondsey. 

“You better have my money, Ho. I told you he had a bird.” Shirley kicked the seat in front of her.

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The cloth bag over Lexie’s head smelled of petrol and made her feel sick. The van was swaying over the road and she felt her body crash into another and a hand hold onto her arm. She tried to shake it off.

“I’m with you. Police.” The voice stuttered. Lexie sighed with relief.

“Do you know what happened?”

“Smoke grenades. I think they grabbed someone else as well.”

“Me, it was me.” A smaller voice called out behind her. Lexie tried to move, her hands tied in front of her. She reached out until she felt another pair of hands and then a second pair.

“I’m Lexie Andrews with the MET.”

“Gary Clark, I came down from Manchester yesterday for the op.”

“Rach Norman, MET.” Lexie squeezed their hands, unable to see anything through the hood over her head. 

“Do you both have your heads covered?” They both confirmed. “Rach, don’t you work with Lucy Miller?” She asked, feeling her nod.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“We trained together.”

“I saw her get out. She was a bit knocked about.”

“We need to try and piece together what happened.”

“How do we know we’re alone?” 

“We don’t. Doesn’t matter though does it?”

“They could shut us up. Hurt us?”

“Well till then we carry on, we need to work together. I wonder if we can get these hoods off, are they tied?”

“I think so, but I can try and find the knot on yours?” Lexie reached out, her hands making their way up a pair of arms and feeling at the neck for a knot. “I think it’s behind. Can you turn? Is it Rach or Gary?”

“It’s Gaz.” He twisted away from her and she put a hand up his back until she felt the tight knot of the hood.

“Shit that’s really tight.”

“I’ll come behind you Lexie and try to undo yours.” Rach offered. Lexie felt her hand on her shoulder first, and then on the hood where they tried to work the knot free. They worked in frustrated silence, Lexie could feel her fingers cramping. She sighed heavily.

“It’s not coming loose.” She said, dejected. The movement of the van wasn’t helping, neither was the smell of petrol.

“I think I’m getting somewhere.” Rach huffed, “forgot to take my nail extensions off.”

“Yeah me too.” Gary agreed, raising a small laugh from the confirmed space.

“God I feel ill.” Lexie groaned.

“Car sick?”

“Petrol smell, car sick, sick of this shit… any idea how long we’ve been moving?”

“I tried to keep a rough count but I lost it a while ago, I think I got to about 45 minutes. I’m pretty sure we’re on a motorway though.” Gary said.

“Wonder if we’re going north,” Rach said, “Gaz might be home for dinner.”

“Oh don’t, I’m starving.”

“More likely to be south.” Lexie suggested.

“You think they’ll put us on a boat?” Gary asked. Lexie shrugged.

“I don’t know. That would be my guess.” A breeze hit the back of her neck as Rach gasped,

“Oh! I’ve got it!” She and Lexie pulled at the hood until it came off and Lexie could adjust her eyes to the light. They were alone in the back of the van. Able to see at last, she was able to work the knot on Gary’s hood loose and pull it off and then did the same for Rach. She vaguely recognised Gary from the briefing hours before and Rach from years of policing in the same area. They exchanged small smiles of relief.

“They might just kill us.” Rach said quietly. The smiles faltered and they all sighed.

“No.” Gary said suddenly, his voice laced with anger. “No fucking way.” Lexie nodded in agreement.

“You’re right. No fucking way. We need a plan. We need to figure out how we got into this and how we’re gonna get out. We can’t assume that there’s a team trying to find us.”

“3 missing officers? Surely that's hit the news by now.” Rach queried. 

“They'll keep it quiet for as long as possible. Just in case there isn't a happy ending.” Gary said while he fiddled with the binds on his ankles.

“Gary so help me I will make sure you're eating fish and chips for your dinner before you know it.” Lexie grimaced doing the same to the ties on Rach's wrists. “Right, what happened in the warehouse?”

“I was in green team, east entrance. We were overwhelmed from the outset, way more of them than we'd been briefed on.” Gary started. Lexie looked ashamed. 

“We were given bad intel.” She admitted, “I didn't realise until it was too late to pull back. I tried to call it off but green and blue groups had already gone in and it was a free for all.”

“It's not your fault kid.” He reassured her. 

“I appreciate that Gaz, but it was.”

“No.” Rach interrupted with a frown, “I think there was a mole. Someone who knew we were going to be there must have tipped them off. They had as many men as we did officers, that was no accident.” Lexie smiled,

“Should apply for a Detective Sergeant job, Rach.” The younger woman grinned in return. “I think you're right. This has been need to know only for months, something doesn't seem right.” The van lurched to a stop and the three frantically looked at each other before pulling the hoods back over their heads untied.

“Alright piggies. Time for a piss break. Who needs a tinkle?” A voice taunted. None of them replied. “Suit ya self.” There was a thud as something dropped between them and the van door was closed again. Lexie pulled off the hood to find a bag with a bottle of water and two cheese sandwiches on the floor. With their hoods off again, they looked through cracks in the film covering the rear van windows for a clue to their location. In the near distance, they heard a horn sound. 

“That's a ferry.” Gary muttered. “Someone's getting out of the county, just depends whether it includes us or whether they'll kill us first.”

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“River,” Andy’s voice filled the car, “we think the van stopped at a service station near the ferry terminal and changed plates. Next ferry is in 3 hours, we think they're gearing up to leave.”

“Got it, Ho, check the CCTV and see if you can get the new plates, they'd have to book on the ferry with some sort of vehicle I.D.” Roddy tapped furiously,

“I'll keep looking.”

“Look at the whole carpark, if they've still got the police officers then they'd want to stay away from the busy areas.”

“They could have dumped them by now, killed them.” Andy replied. 

“Doubt it, I've been looking into the two female officers taken, I reckon the gang will just sell them into the trade once they're in Europe.” Shirley told him. 

“What about the fella? Why even take him if that's the plan?”

“Not much on him, you sure he's Manchester police?” She asked. 

“Yeah, that's what the paperwork said.” 

“Fuck, Roddy run the blokes details. I want to know everything down to when he last had a wank.” River interrupted. “Andy, we're 5 miles from the meet point. I think this Manchester guy is in on it.” Shirley hung up the phone. “Fuck sake!” River pulled and pushed at the steering wheel in rage, making the car sway.

“Calm the fuck down Cartwright, we're nearly there.” Shirley told him sharply. As he pulled the car in behind two police vans and 3 unmarked cars, Roddy looked up from the laptop. 

“He rocked up last night with the Manchester lot but from what I've seen so far… he ain't a copper.” 

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Chapter 6

[sunnyie-eve]

12 | Fixing up cars together

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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"Aren't you tired of fucking up Vito's cars and buying him new ones." I see them tearing apart his new one stretching it across the yard.

"I have money." Bam keeps his answer short and simple.

"I know... You wreak and spend like you have an endless bank account. Must be nice." I sigh. "Why aren't you helping?" I see Ryan just sitting and watching.

"I bet it won't make it. What do you think?"

"I don't think it will." I agree looking at it.

"So it's us vs you two. But we do need your help now, Dunn." Bam tell him so he gets up to help so I take his seat to watch.

"Didn't you just get this for Don Vito? What the hell you doing to it?" Dad comes out. "Bam, everyday he's gotta drive something different. It's getting to him." Dad tells him and they get him to wreak the car too.

"Did he have any clue what you just did to his car?" Rake comes out too to see most of it apart so Bam shhes him.

I was shocked the car actually stretch across the whole yard. "You know what this means. Dunn, Anna you two lose. That means you gotta go tell Don Vito." Bam tells us making Raab laugh.

"How close we gotta be to tell him?" Ryan asks.

"Face to face. But we'll come with you to see you guys get choked out."

"Yeah. Let's do that." Ryan says so we all go back to the house.

Vito of course gets pissed and grabs Ryan so I tell I'm dad, "Dad helped them do it." He starts to do his rambling which none of us understand till Bam tells him let's go get a new car for him.

I some how get dragged along to go look with them. "These cars are so cheap, let's just buy all of them." Bam makes us look at him.

"Why the hell would you buy all of these?" Ryan and I ask at the same time.

"We have 14 acres. I can figure something out." He says making me actually hate him on the inside with how he uses his money.

"Anna, you coming with us?" Ryan waves his hand in front of my face.

"I'm gonna wait here." I lean to rest against the hood of the car.

I mean Bam can do whatever he wants with his money but it still annoyed me. He doesn't care how he spends it. Hell, I would do the same if I had money like him but since I don't I just complain to myself. I made my money writing for a fashion magazine and send in designs I come up with. It didn't pay a lot at all but it was still money.

The guys come back putting shit in the back for Vito's new car so I shake my head at them. Dico and Raab then run across the street to get a fish to put in the back of the car.

Everyone drives back in the new cars to I drive Bam's back leaving first. When we get home I see Bam stop making all the cars hit each other. "And I'm related to that." I get out of his vehicle.

Bam decides to have a crash derby with the other cars and it of course didn't surprise me. I called he would fuck them up.

Around ten o'clock Ryan just comes into my room. "I gotta put up a please knock sign. At some point someone, you because you're the only person who lets themselves in, is gonna walk in on me changing. What do you what?"

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" He jumps onto my bed.

"Get annoyed by y'all and question why me." I give him a smile.

"Great so you can come watch me and some guys work on the cars for the derby."

"Why would I wanna watch you work on cars?" I set my book to the side.

"Because guys working on cars are considered hot... so I hear." He says making me laugh.

"And you heard this where?" I tilt my head.

"Girls..."

"Okay. Now what makes you think I would find you hot working on a car?" I can't help but laugh.

"Because you think that already." He says making me let out a loud ha.

"And what makes you think that?" I cross my arms shaking my head at him.

"Well earlier you were watching me take the car apart."

"I was watching everyone so don't make it seem like you're the special one." I get up to put my book away.

"You know a drunk you spills a lot." He said making me spin around to face him.

"Are you gonna tell me what I told you?" I start to get nervous fidgeting with my fingers behind my back.

"Just that you like watching me work on things." He smiles.

"I didn't say that. What did I really say Dunn?" I get serious.

"That's want you really told me." He starts to chuckle making my heart starts to race because I don't believe him. "Are you tearing up? I'm just messing around with you, Bels." He walks towards me back I back away.

"If I did tell you something serious... You would've talked to me about it right?" I blink a tear out. He looks down stepping back putting his hands in his pockets. "Dunn..."

"Yeah, if you did I would talk to you about it but you didn't. You don't have to panic about anything." He says softly. "You don't have to come with me tomorrow if you don't want to." He leaves my room.

-

The next morning I wake up and go to Ryan's room to see him still sleeping. I walk over and lay on top of his back since he was sleeping in his stomach again, "Get off me." He groans.

"I get ready to go watch you help with the cars but if you're just gonna sleep in longer... I'll just stay home and find something better to do." I rest my chin on his shoulder. He starts to move so I roll off him to his side, "Come on sleepy head." I poke at him.

"I'm getting up." He slaps my hand away getting up.

"I'll be waiting." I leave his room going downstairs.

After a few trips and stuff we finally get all the cars dropped off to get fixed up for the derby. "Okay, step one is to remove dangerous glass. Watch how it's done. But stand right here." He places me in a spot then looks at the camera not wackinh the taillight accurately.

"I think I regret this. You're gonna drive me insane."

"Then the perfect job for you is to take your anger out on the windows." He hands me something to break them with. "Let it all out." He pats my back. With one swing I break the a window. "I expected at least two swings. You got some issues."

When I was done I watch them remove a back window shield. "I got it." Ryan tells the dude them drops it on purpose making glass go everywhere.

"God damn it, Dunn." I hiss as a tiny piece hits my face.

"Let me see." He comes over grabbing my chin looking at my left cheekbone. "It's just a little cut." He cups my face then kisses the cut, "There it's all better now." I place my hand on his chest pushing him away from me.

"Knock it off, idiot." I say making him laugh taking his jacket off.

"Step two; Improve Aerodynamics." He hands me a hammer as he gets two. "Like beating up meat." He smiles and I chuckle at him as he starts so I just watch him. As he swings to get where the antenna is supposed to go, he misses hitting his knee. The sound he lets out makes me giggle at him. "Your turn to make it better." He turns to face me putting his knee out towards.

I roll my eyes leans down to kiss his knee, "There all better now." I smile before beating up the car with with.

After hours of watching and helping from time to time, Ryan and I head home. "So did you have fun today?" He asks as he drives us.

"Yeah." I nod my head.

"I like when it's just the two of us." He says making me look over at him.

"You do?"

"Yeah." He puts his and on my knee giving it a squeeze.

"Put your hand back in the wheel." I pick it up moving it back towards the wheel. "You scare me enough when you drive with two hands. You driving with one is gonna give me a heart attack." I say making him laugh.

-

"Who do want to win?" Ryan sneaks up behind me.

"I don't really care so sorry to burst your bubble of you wanting me to say you." I look back at him.

"Can you at least lie to me?" He moves to stand next to me.

"I want you to win." I grab onto his arm is a dramatic way.

"I know you're a better actor than that but I'll take it. What do I get if I last longer than Bam?"

"I'm sure Bam will get out first because he'll fuck himself up. Now go get in your car." I shove him away.

Bam's tank went out first, as I thought, so he got out to take Vito's car to go back in making Dunn's car go out. Third was Raab then technically Vito won because Glomb went out of bounds.

"Told you Bam would go out first." I walk over to Ryan.

"I can't believe Vito technically won." He shakes his head.

"I know. Also here. This is what you get for lasting longer than Bam." I kiss his cheek. "Oh and to boost your ego. You look great working on cars. The girls were right." I laugh walking away.

[thenixkat]

M1 dead prez & Bonnot - Real Revolutionaries ft. General Levy and Paolo Frescu

Lyrics:

[Intro: Bob Marley] ...overcome our little trouble

Brother you're right, you're right You're right, you're right, you're, so right! We gon' fight (we gon' fight), we'll have to fight (we gon' fight) We gonna fight (we gon' fight)

[Verse 1: M1] Soon we'll find out who is, the real revolutionary

Bob hit the nail When he fell on his deathbed The streets ran red With blood, sweat and tears It was too many years for liberation Colonization enslaved a whole nation Cecil stole that called it Rhodesia Too many white folks catchin' amnesia How convenient! History is not an agreement I guess It's based on how you see it Nas was wrong, Mugabe was right! We gotta fight! Izwe Lethu i Afrika! Afrika's our Land The future is in our hands So here's a list of demands Reparations for what they stole The People, the Land, the Diamonds, the Gold Stop the bombing us Neo-coons Uncle Tom-ing us Sellin us your empty promises Your Economist Propagandizing what time it is Fuck that digital shit Back up off our nuts a lil' bit And let's take it back to the Futuristic I'll testify as a material witness These muthafuckas is too sadistic If you got some melanin You can get with this X - that, if you, hear this That's the bizness!! [General Levy] (the site didn’t have this man’s verses and I’mma do my best, some help would be appreciated)

Africa the rights will land up with our forefathah  with school and we about to be antifa rebah they empty our land to take our silvah they take the revolution but not the cultchah you think a little thing a black mon u’ll fight fair we wan back the da land of our forefathah Christopher Columbus was a rapscallion to be quite precise he was a freaking robber

[Verse 2: M1] Kwame Nkruma, Sekou Toure Thomas Sankara The leaders of tomorrow The future Garveys The future Lumumba The future Bikos The future Heros Let's celebrate a free Zimbabwe We doin it our way A national holiday No more Imperialism, not today Fuck the I.M.F., Fuck the World Bank United States of Afrika Not AFRICOM Do you think I'm dumb I know where I'm from The Continent I ain't claimin' no blocks You got me bent I meant what I said And said what I meant Obama ani't my President That's just white power In a black face This is about Liberation... not race!

[General Levy]  (the site didn’t have this man’s verses and I’mma do my best, some help would be appreciated)

M1 what I say The sands of Aragones the violence in the weir you know the spot to look for the message will be clear let’s read between the lines and pick the sense from nonsense  don't be fooled by the lies politics propetense they think they can keep us blinded lies about the truth stop collaborating they divide us into groups racialism projectism sexism to name a few unity issues we should defy as a rule Bonnot

[M1] (rest of the song not on the lyrics site either doing my best)

Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up Put your hands up let me see you stand up

[General Levy]

Oh if we just demand and make moves so illegal They’ll kill the innocent or buy the island with diesel  They wicked and deceitful and have the gall acting regal People is inevitable wait till you see we will be free Ghetto you is free ghetto you is free From the mental slavery Killing your youth we wanna to be free Free free free Fight for your rights and your liberty

[dizzyluc]

Incoming vent rant (needed to air out my anger after the past 3 days, considering my pain level I'd say is at a 6 out of 10, and the more constant pain I'm in, the more pissed I get lol...)

This month, let alone this week, has not been kind to me... and it's only Tuesday, THE THIRD ">_> When this month starts off shitty due to something personal related (not health related thankfully, (although it IS insurance related is all I'll say, it could definitely be worse though, but...) it's actually put me in a pretty pissy mood these past few days, which I'm praying Friday it's taken care of, so hoping Friday goes over well) Monday, my "rest up before a long ass week" day, I had to take my car in to get an oil change as my light just lit up, went to a "Take 5" and after waiting 30 minutes, being inside the place that does it, with my car off cause no idea when they would actually just "start" doing stuff... "Oh, we don't have the right thing to change your oil, so we can't do it." THANKS FOR SAYING IT AFTER MAKING ME WAIT (instead of checking real quick if it can be done... then having me wait for everyone that came before me go... although I think they were understaffed too) Then after, I go to a local donut place, that I have been trying to get a coconut flavor for, for WEEKS, even went the day before and they said "oh we will have it tomorrow!" and they still didn't have it... (they have said this 3 times now at this point) pretty much making my outing a complete waste of time. Today being Tuesday? I've been almost crashed into 6+ times (at least twice my mom yelped at people almost creaming me) The donut place, after saying I'd be back at noon today? "It will be ready at 5-6 today!" How. Many. Times... I drop my mom off for her appointment, which normally this one takes 3 hours due to ALWAYS being behind, get a Slurpee... which tasted like a cheap drink... and then every place I went to, for SOME reason, after lunch? Big lines. I get done with the final place almost, expecting to get back and chill and relax after such a hectic afternoon and week so far... (after picking up a pizza cause a good deal usually happened at a certain pizza place nearby on Tuesdays) Mom texts: Oh, I'm just about done, there was no one in the doctor's office today! So we can keep doing errands once you get back! Me thinking... "Can I get just 5 minutes... FIVE. MINUTES." Dealt with more cars trying to ram me (If you go to Florida, be VERY CAUTIOUS about driving here, the people are lunatic drivers, even more so lately it feels like, literally had to slam on my brakes twice today because people THINK THEY OWN THE ROAD, TO PULL OUT IN FRONT OF ME) After finally eating today (I only had donut holes at this point btw today... it was pizza though, but...)

I think my nerves from all the shit happening these past few days finally caught up to me and I got nauseated for like an hour or so, which going back to the donut place didn't help (it still wasn't ready when I got there, it was almost 6 pm) and after they brought it out... it wasn't even the right donuts. "Wait, OHHHH... you wanted the white, coconut donuts we served like, 3 months ago right? With the coconut drizzle? Oh yeah, no that was discontinued." Me thinking: ... I LITERALLY TOLD YOU THIS EVERY TIME "I want the coconut donut that had white frosting, and coconut flakes drizzled on top of the donut" I got whatever the hell they made, got home, let dogs out (while it pretty much was almost raining) and it took me 2 hours to get a shower and now lay down in bed. ... and it just keeps going tomorrow lol... (Gotta be ready by noon, and will be out probably till 6 or so doing "Military Monthly run" aka pick up medicine, pick up veterinarian stuff for dogs, maybe mail some stuff or do a bank run (these 2 not always), followed by pick up cards and any random stuff at the Base Exchange, then the Commissary for almost 2 hours for the family monthly grocery supply [and this is why I call it "grocery day" as it's an all day affair, that literally is dedicated for goods for the month])

[sand-lily]

I JUST GOT MY CoE!!!

(like just now now)

they still didn't tell me when my training date is, where my hotel is, when i can check in to the hotel, or APPARENTLY how long I'll be staying

(my contract says 1 year, but the CoE says 3years,, so idk what to put on the application , if they dont answer by Friday I'll just put 3years, then i wont get in trouble if i do renew the contract but it wont be an issue if i only stay 1 year)

im NOT buying another hotel if i can help it, SO i do wanna know when i can check into the training hotel so i can buy my plane ticket for that day and put that as the arrival date on the application, according to maps and reddit the shinkansen is only a few hours to the city i need to be in from the airport, so im taking that instead of doing a layover in japan,,

so i need to know WHEN i can check in so i can do the math to know WHAT flight to take, and since im technically losing a day across time zones, thats going to be hard for me since normal time math is ALREADY hard for me

i already have the passport photos, i already have the envelopes, i already made the shipping labels (just gotta print them), i already signed the disclaimer (gotta print), I already filled out the application minus those 2 things im not sure about (and gotta print),,

so my plan is to go to the library and print all the stuff at once, and sign it at the library, then go from there to the post office to drop it off, and then from there back home (shit has to be planned when you don't have a car and public transit only comes once every 2hrs)

the CoE is valid for 3 months from tonight, so im HOPING they want me there the last week of june or mid july so i can pack up my apartment, call my bank, get an esim card for my phone company (this is the only phone number I had my WHOLE LIFE and I don't wanna lose it so i MIGHT pay for international data to keep it), take care of my pets, break my lease unfortunately, get a transit card (apparently you can buy them online BEFORE going to Japan and have it shipped to you),

and quit my new job i JUST started last week unfortunately,, ive only done training so i dont even think i can put it on my resume, HOWEVER, i did pass CPR + baby CPR so i can put that on my resume if they have the certificate on file (idk if they filed it yet)...but if i have another month, I'll be able to have childcare IN A SCHOOL experience (asst teaching)

ig i WONT be able to save up to pay off my credit card, or get my hair braided, and i WONT be able to afford business class like i wanted,, i just hope i get a window seat, i WILL NOT sit in the middle if i can avoid it, i also dont want an isle seat just in case i sit next to somebody who doesn't speak English and they feel nervous about asking me to move so they can use the toilet... i really dont wanna talk to ppl like that

i also also need to look for headphones with a type c connector, because i heard those exist,, my Bluetooth headphones dont work very well on airplanes and i MISS wired headphones severely (i WILL NOT take them out of the box until im at the airport tho, i WILL NOT risk losing them before the flight, as i tend to do)

i also also also need to go through my music library and delete the songs i always skip and add in the new ones ive been playing on repeat via YouTube, im NOT paying for plane wifi , i also x3 need to figure out how to download Libby books like PDFs since i cant use libby outside of America and i want to keep reading books on the flight

ig im un-makeovering my apt tomorrow, time to put doors back on hinges and remove contact paper and fill in nail holes and everything,, it took me like 3days to do everything up and i did it with a butter knife instead of a screwdriver, so it should take less time to undo it with my new electric screwdriver ,, i think my sister is going to try and steal my bedframe, shes already laid dibs on the couch

they BETTER NOT charge me ANY fees considering i paid a TRIPLE deposit to move in here without a cosigner and thats the whole point of a deposit

anyways i got a lot to do tomorrow, so i gotta go to bed at a REASONABLE HOUR, NOT 2AM

and if anybody wants to help me pay off my $1400 credit card bill (ive been using it to pay rent and buy groceries since nobody wants to hire me, unemployment is only enough to pay the minimum + my phone bill so i dont get late fees)

here are my PayPal and cashapp,, im not good at art AT ALL, but if yall want commissions for something so that i can earn the money (i can only do traditional art), I'll do that too,, or i can proofread something? creative writing is actually my forte believe it or not

anyways

cashapp: https://cash.app/$firellily

(the pfp is a pic of my cat)

[idkfnok]

11:11: Let Me Show You (p2)

Main Characters: Jehraye "Jay" Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

A real slow-burn

PT 1

I  get back home to Georgia after 11p.m. I lowkey wanted to call Jehraye, but I figured he would’ve been asleep. I get in my car and drive, I loved going back to N.O. but, I did miss downtown Augusta. It’s similar to a lot of places but, still aint nothing like it. I get home, take my bags up to my apartment, take a shower, reheat that white chicken chili I had left, I ate and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning around 10, with A missed call from My mama. I know she’s calling to ask about New Orleans. I made a mental note to call her later. I brush my teeth and get dressed before heading over to the Tattoo shop that Nya owns and doing a little voluntary receptionist work for awhile. I love coming to her shop. Because not only did I get free reign to the little snack bar she had. I  got to interact with some cool ass people too. Nya’s a traditional tattoo artist. The people in her shop though, were cartoonist and realist, shit, she even had a traditional stick -and - poke artist too. Dymo, the Realist, actually did the portrait of my great grandma I got  three years ago after she passed. All of their work was top-notch. Nya wouldn’t stand for anything else. Which showed, not only in her work, but that of the one’s she hired too.

 She was always playing music too. It jumped all over the place. She went from indie artists like music by this  dude named Money from Atlanta, Russ to Rodwave, Kodak black, Jacob banks, King von, Kirk franklin to Gallant and Marco Mckinnis ; all the way to Panic at the Disco and all things in between.Crazy enough, the dude “Money” is one of her  best friends.   Her only preference in most aspects of her life  was “I like it.” Music was no different.  Mari Walked in at about 11:30. I knew then, my voluntary duties were done. I got up from the desk, hugged Mari, yelled that I was leaving and made my way out of the shop and to the Mall so I can go stare at the back of Spencer’s and ponder not buying shit before I made my way to Victoria’s secret and sniffed around for perfume to buy at their semi annual sale. I picked up the Rainbow Shower, Desert Sky and Cactus Water. 

What does the schedule look like for the rest of the day?

“Consultation at 11: 45, Surgery at 12:30 , then lunch ;  You’re  tightening Miah’s braces, check the schedule for tomorrow and we should both  be outta here by 4. 

Cool.”

“ So how was your wednesday?”

It was good, why you ask?

“Jaelai told me you went on a date or something yesterday morning.”

Tell yo wife to mind her business.

“My wife, yo sister.”

I bet she the one who sent Toni ass to my table.

“Nooooo. What she say?”

She was chill until I give her the tip, then she talmbout “Make sure you get yo child”

“No she didn’t”

The hell if she didn’t!  had my date looking at me funny

“😂”

That shit ain’t funny. Im tryna support her and she throwing salt in the game 😂

“Toni was always fucking with you. She’s been doing it as long as she’s been with Kieran 

I know. But, damn if she don’t do it at the worst times.

 “Well you got the crybaby today so, be prepared.”

She never cried with me.I don’t know what you be doing to my niece but she don’t like it 

“I’m her daddie.”

Maybe it’s because you white.

“I have been white her whole life.”

Ion know maybe she just like me better.

“ Yeah because you always give her what she want.”

She ten , why not?

“I feel sorry for any  man who dates any of your daughters.”

Why you say that?

“Cause her like whoever her mama gonna be, is gonna be spoiled to hell. Cause you brother, are a Hopeless Romantic with a damn good job and a real love of women.”

Always. Speaking of  romance, you just reminded me that I gotta call Lan once I get off.

The rest of the day went by smooth. The consultation led to another appointment next month for braces, I tightened my nieces braces and The surgery; started and finished quicker than I expected. I was outta the office by 4: 15 . I got in my car and called Alani.

“Hello.”

Hey gorgeous, how you doing?

“I’m doing aight”

That’s good. , how has your day been? Give me details please

“It was pretty good. I woke up, ate, brushed my teeth, got dressed and I went to Nya’s shop.”

Which one of your friends was Nya again?

“The one who had on the red bodycon dress.”

Okay

“ Yeah she’s a tattoo artist. I go to her shop sometimes to help and steal snacks.”

Uh huh

“ Talked to some customers and chilled until Mari got there.”

That’s the one with the red hair?

“Yep.”

Before you continue. Speaking of jobs, what do you do?

“I’m a doula. 

Oh Okay, I’m a Orthodontist.

“ At 28?!”

Yes, I have been for like a year, almost two.  Anyway, continue on.

“I left the shop, went to the mall and called my mama back after I left Victoria’s Secret, and i’ve been home for a few hours. 

Foreal? Cool, i'm bout to Facetime you. 

I press the camera icon and wait for her to answer. When she does, the first thing I notice is how shiny her lips are. She has this 90’s lip combo. You know the one with the 5% tint around the edges and it looks amazing on her. I compliment her and our conversation continues. She tells me that she is a birth doula and some of what that entails. I ain’t ever see anybody give birth but, the way she describes it makes it sound like one of the scariest and most beautiful things ever. Most of her clients are Black women, second time moms who have had terrible experiences in the hospital. From women almost dying because nurses and doctors try to write their pain off as “normal” shit.  

If the person dealing with this is telling you that they can’t breathe, they have a splitting headache or can’t feel their legs long after the epidural should’ve worn off, you should listen. Hearing her recount some of these stories pissed me off. You shouldn’t fear for your or child’s  life coming into the hospital.  I learned some things like water births are really popular and are often more relaxing for the mother. That tidbit of information I tucked into my back pocket. 

We talked about the time my tooth went through the bottom of my lip and left a scar when I was a kid, my first sexual experience at 14 that involved licking whipped cream off of some pussy once or twice. She told me about the time she ran head first into a brick wall when she was 8 and how she snorted salt up her nose when she was 13 because she “wanted to see what  it felt like if she ever snorted powder.”  on some wild shit. I was really enjoying the conversation. So much so, that I hadn’t realized I was home, sitting in my car for the past five hours. I looked at the time on my  phone and it was 9:40 and I needed to get in the house so that I could shower, eat and go to bed. 

Things continued that way for a few more days. Us updating one another throughout the day, nightly phone calls, early morning voice messages. Sending badly angled and funny looking pictures of each other from facetime calls. I've watched her get dressed and she’s watched me get undressed. We’ve fallen asleep on the phone only to wake up and one of us has hung up. And it’s usually her.  We’ve given one another recipes. Her recipe for brown butter chocolate chip pecan cookies is top tier and she  gave me  a lot of praise on my five cheese macaroni.  Before I knew it,  the Thursday of our date had shown up. I woke up that morning to the reminder and was hella excited. I had been thinking about what to cook for two days now and I decided on Smothered Okra with shrimp and tomatoes over rice. I called her, told her what I had in mind; she said it sounded good and she was going to cook the same; but add chicken to it. 

We Facetimed each other while shopping for food. I helped her pick out the proper seasonings and ingredients needed for the dish and advised her to pick up a bag of  Basmati rice instead of “regular” rice.  I picked up cut okra while she wanted the whole Okra.I grabbed a bottle of wine and she passed on that. We went back to our houses and started preparing the meal. I ain't feel like chopping onions, so I bought the pre-cut ones. She was all about the full process. She chopped her onions, peppers and all while I watched as she struggled to cut some of ‘em because she don’t know how to properly handle a knife. She more than proved my point when she sliced her damned finger, dropped the knife and probably almost cut her foot too.

Baby, be careful, please!

“I’m fine Jehraye, it’s just a little cut. The knife ain’t that sharp”

And that’s probably the problem Lan. Get you some better knives Bae. 

“My knives work just fine.”

No they do not, clearly. You were struggling to cut the bell pepper.

“That’s because I don’t know how to cut shit.”

Aight, so you got one option, start buying pre-cut vegetables.

“I will not.”

Then I suggest you get on youtube and learn how to use knives because I'mma order you some new ones.

“Jay-”

No, bae you don’t wanna use pre- cut stuff, I'm getting you new knives. So go ‘head and give me A FedEx drop off, P.O. box, your address or something. 

“How about this-”

If ain’t no solution in this baby, don’t even say nothing.

“How about when you come visit me, we can look at  knives together.”

 Aight that sounds- wait! You gonna let me come see you?!

“Yes sir. Just not until the end of the month.”

Baaaaaabbbbbbyyyy, that’s like 3 weeks away.

“You’ll be fine.”

Nuh uh…. My doctor said if I don’t see you in two weeks imma die.

“Ohhh you so dramatic 😂 yo ass is not gonna die.”

When I am touch deprived for a long time, I start to waste away into a pile of dirt.

“I can’t with you. Jehraye Guidry, you are something else.”

We talk while finishing up the food and once she turns her smothered Okra and shrimp down she announces that she’s about to get in the shower so she can get dressed and the rest of our date can continue. We hang up and about 35 minutes later she’s calling me while she finishes up the rest of her routine. I don't mind because I am also on the tail end of finishing up my hair. I choose to go with a braid out because I know she’s wanted to see my hair. She calls back when I am almost done taking out my last braid. She’s putting on lipgloss and perfume. When she looks at the camera, she gasps and says “Your hair!”

Yeah. you said you wanted to see it out so, I decided to wear it out.

“You look so cute. Now I really wanna play in it.”

Well, when I come to see you; you can play in it for a few minutes

“Why only a few minutes?”

You think Imma come to Augusta and just sit around? We gotta order  knives and I wanna go to the mellow mushroom. You said it was a cool bar and I wanna see a lil bit of  your city.

“But what if I wanna just lay up with you and play in your hair?”

We can do that. But, you already told me that you like rubbing on folks and I like being rubbed on. That goes on for too long, We might end up in a few more positions than you intended , and you gon be doing a hell of a lot more than playing in my hair.

“ I’m down for wherever that leads us.”

Alani

“Jehraye”

Let me be clear, you rubbing on me…we fucking.

“I understand what you’re saying.”

Yeah, but are you okay with that happening?

“Yes, I want it to.”

Aight. Listen, I've been waiting for this.

“What do you mean?”

I purposefully ain’t been jacking off for about a week.”

“Okay.”

And imma hold off until I get to you.

“Oohhhhh”

Yeah so, you better be prepared.

“I hear you.”

We sit down at our tables and begin eating.  I wait to see her take her first bite.  I wanted her to like it because the recipe I gave her is truly my own and I wanted to know if she fucked with it. The way my eyes lit up when I saw  hers damn near bulge out of her head; the only way I coulda been any happier in that moment was if she and I were sitting in front of each other. I spooned  some of the food into my mouth as she moaned satisfactorily at the first taste of my food, she had no idea she was eating.  After telling her that I couldn't wait to see her, our conversation took a very sexual turn as we discussed some of the things we were and weren’t willing to do.

“How do you feel about aftercare?”

I rarely ever do it, but the times I have; i’ve enjoyed it.

“Why don’t you do it more?”

My goal is to satisfy the woman and myself, if that puts her to sleep; so be it.

“So aint nobody ever put you to sleep?”

Some have. 

“Well, I expect aftercare.”

And you gon get it, if you aint sleep.

So what’s your views on sucking dick?

“I like it. I only do it like a spur of the moment thing. I don’t plan it.”

Okay. I like kissing.That’s before, definitely during and after sex.

“Me too.”’

 Aight so, how would you feel if I wanted to eat yo ass?

“That’s a “no”.”

How come?

“I like to kiss, eating ass and kissing don’t usually go hand-in-hand.”

Gotcha 

You can bite and choke me though

“For real?”

Yes, Guidry. I’m cool with that; spanking, and to some degree, restraint.

“Oh baby, you gonna have the time of your life.”

And another thing.

“Yes?”

I am loud, and it ain’t always cute, especially if i’m enjoying it.

“Bae, I’m trying to put you in a position where you NEED aftercare. I don’t expect it to be cute.”

Speaking of, what is a typical aftercare routine for you?

“ simple shit.Take you to the toilet, sit with you while you pee.  Run you a shower, help clean you up. I’ll carry you if I have to. I’m a cuddler so, after I feel like you’re situated, I’ll clean up and cuddle you for a while. I might fall asleep, if I don’t within the hour; you can expect waffles to be made. But that is the least I would do.”

I want somewhere closer to the most you can do.

“Then you can’t fall asleep or I can do some of it during or before we fuck.”

Okay , I'm cool with that.

I’ll be honest, having this conversation with him right now, was definitely making me horny and in times like this, I am very grateful that I was born a woman. I have no doubt in my mind that if we were next to each other right now, he would be able to smell how badly I wanted to fuck him.  Just thinking about it, my thighs clenched together and I felt that familiar tingle in my stomach. He didn’t help any with his hair falling into his face, licking his lips and kissing at me. The rest of that date, I was going back and forth with mindfulness and imagining what he would feel like inside of me. What his tongue and fingers felt like. What he sounds like when he moans, is he a hard or soft dom. What does he say, if anything while he’s having sex. Just then, I decided to ask. 

Jehraye.

“Yes, ma’am”

Do you talk during sex?

“Yes, I do. I talk, moan, cuss, I might say something in french.

You speak French?

A little, 

“Oh okay. I might make it my goal to hear some of that from you.

“ You get some French outta me, we locked in. the last person I did that with, we was together for 3 years.”

That ain’t THAT long .

“When you 17, yes it is.”

Fair point.

I don’t know why I decided to ask him that knowing it would lead me directly out of mindfulness and into fantasy land. I was still eating and talking but I wasn’t at this date. I was in my bed with this guy I just met three weeks ago, with my face buried into a pillow while he fucked me as I screamed his name in pure ecstasy. Jay must have noticed because when he finally got my attention back he said “ I’m thinking about it too and  I’m bricked the fuck up, baby.”  “Jaaayyy” his name comes out way more lust-filled than I intended.“ When I get ahold of you, you’ll know I meant what I said on our first date at Nana’s.” He says. “ All I ask is that you don’t run from me. If you need me to slow down or stop, that’s fine. But DO NOT RUN.” “Why not?” I ask. “ It aggravates me and I'm gonna want to punish you for it.” “How come?” “ cause if we fucking, you wanted this dick. So,  unless you say “stop” or I feel like I'm hurting you, you taking EVERY inch I got.” “Damn, It’s like that Jay 🙃?” I say. He comes back with “Ion get in no pussy I don’t wanna be in.”

At that moment,  I wanted this man more than I have the past few weeks. We talked some more about our personal “Do’s and Don'ts” of sex, and by the time this date was over, Jay had put his hair back up, I was wishing that I wore underwear.  Maybe it was best that I didn’t. I’m not a fan of that cold shit  hitting my pussy when I pull my underwear back up.  Our date continues on and we finish our food. We stay on facetime for the rest of the night, of course we fell asleep on the phone. This time though I didn’t hang up and awoke to see Jay getting dressed. I watched him for a few minutes before saying “Good morning.” He looked at the camera and said “good morning bae.” 

Uh uh, where you going?

“ 🙂I’m taking my nieces out for a lil bit of fun today.”

awwwww , what are ya’ll gonna do?

“They wanna go to the trampoline park and the movies.”

Okay, what are ya’ll gonna watch?

“They wanna see Tiana's Place”

Oh okay, I saw a few commercials for that.

“yeah”

Why y'all leaving so early though?

“So I can catch the matinee, These girls are pricey.”

You shouldn’t be worried about that.

“What you mean?”

The way you did and were willing to spend on me in Nola…

“Yea, now Imagine that on a slightly smaller scale, times three.”

Yep. Baby catch that matinee 

Exactly 😂that, on top of gas and feeding them whatever they wanna eat when one of em, wants crumbl cookie and  subway; the other one gonna want wendy’s but, a blizzard from sonic and the baby, she aint eating nothing that ain’t a 6pce nugget happy meal with apple slices and a mcflurry wit extra oreos. 

Ohhh with the way you spend money, you must be a damn popular Dentist.

“I make good money but I also have a roommate so I can save a bit more.”

Oh okay. Good Well, Imma let you go so you can enjoy your day with your nieces.

“Aht aht.”

What?

“When did we start hanging up without kisses?”

I blow a kiss at the phone and Jay says “Thank you” and hangs up. 

My Friday was pretty laid back. Until it wasn’t. My client went into an early labor, so I turned off Law & Order and made my way to North Augusta. When I got there I was the only part of her birthing team present. Because she hadn’t called anyone else yet. She’s one of the patients I offer free advice and to some degree birthing services to, as part of my program where I help young single mothers cope with, prepare for  and assist during birth. Despite this being her second time giving birth, she was terrified. I could see it in her eyes. She feared the pain, the uncertainty and a second breech birth. About five minutes after I got there we made calls to the rest of her birthing team, and set up the pool. 

We sat her in it and talked through the contractions and tried to keep her calm until it was time for her to push.  I held her hand, and fed her some strawberries and ice chips while she focused on breathing and pushing. About 3 hours later Her son had started to crown. When we told her, she started crying. This baby wasn’t breech and maybe this labor would be easier. Forty-five minutes after that baby  Eanion Ahzi  Rivers was born. He was so adorable.  We got him cleaned up and I stayed for a few hours after and took care of the baby while she rested.   I Picked my phone up and saw I had 2 missed calls from Jay. Eanion’s mama was a wake so I stepped out to return bae’s calls.

“You musta been sleep.”

No. I just helped deliver a baby a few hours ago.

“For real! How’d it go? Are mama and the baby okay?”

Yes, She had a little boy.

“Awwww. How are you doing though?”

I’m fine, we were prepared for a breech birth but he came out head first and he is the chubbiest lil thing you ever did see. How was the day with ya nieces?

“ listen, next time, they can’t get the Aux.”

Why?

“I fuck with Gracie’s corner but, I wanna hear some Akeem ali, Russ, D4L, Ludacris or something while i’m driving .”

 Jay, you don’t wanna know what sound the letter makes 😂?

“Hell no, I’m outta school shit 😂”

Well, It seems like you had just as good of a day as I did.

“I did. I love spending time with my nieces and nephews. I’m their favorite uncle.”

I bet you are. You’re definitely one of my favorite people.

“Awwwww, you mean that?”

Yeah.

“Aight, then sit on my face when I get to Augusta.”

JEHRAYE

“ALANI”

GUIDRY

“Quit calling me by my government like that.”

Well what do you want me to call you ?

“Jumbo dick Jay”

OMG you-

“I’m bullshiting. It ain’t that big. It’s just right for the body it's attached to.”

I bet. When are you gonna book your flight?

“Next week.”

Good, that way I can set my schedule up right. How long do you plan on staying?

 “Two days.”

Okay.

“Yeah, clear that schedule.”

I will.

After that she had to go back and attend to her client. I went to hang out with Kieran and Asa. Asa, my best friend since middle school and  the one who leaves me stranded on these road trips is a High School AP Calculus teacher. Kieran, my best friend since junior year of college and now  roommate, is an HR consultant. Asa has always wanted to be a teacher. Despite the pay and us trying to convince him to at least go into the college sector, loves what he does. He had a hard time with math when we were little and it frustrated him so, he decided he was gonna do what he had to. He wanted math to come almost as easy to  him as English and history did, and he made it happen. This nigga is one of the smartest people I know and he deserves every praise he gets. He’s worked hard for it.  Kieran on the other hand, Is married; well was married to Toni and they have a 4 year old son together. My Godson Kieran Jamez “KJ” Landry Jr. He always had a thing for Toni so, when they started dating, she became his girlfriend and I became both of their friends and  the third wheel. And despite going through a divorce; which I think is stupid because they clearly still love and want each other; these motherfuckas are hard headed and are hurting because  they tryna teach eachother lessons.  But I can’t force them together.  Me and the guys hang out for a few hours and then we head to our respective homes. I get in, Call Alani, we talk for awhile and I go to sleep.

PT 1

[the1975attheirverybest]

Yes I totally know what you mean about the Sunday struggle, not knowing whether to relax and make the most of the weekend or start getting ready for the week. We have a bank holiday tomorrow because of the kings coronation so no work/school, I don't know if that's a thing where you live? I've not done much though, went to the shops for some biscoff ice cream and now trying to muster up the energy to vacuum the house 😂

Too hot? I don't think I've ever felt too hot haha I love the sun, and meal planning is a good idea. I never do that because I live across the road from a supermarket so just go everyday haha

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Ooooh, at least that’s one good thing that comes out of this coronation, hahaha. You get an extra day off! We have bank holidays, we just call them “public holidays.” They tend to vary from state to state. Which is funny. We have “Presidents Day” etc. I used to have sooo many days off back when I lived in Boston. They celebrate every damn little thing. Which was nice, haha. Where I live now, they don’t believe in that shit though. Presidents’ Day? Well, good for the president. You still gotta come to work, haha.

How warm does the weather get in the UK? It’s gonna be about…wait, you guys use Celsius, right? LIKE NORMAL FUCKIN PEOPLE. in Celsius I think it would be about 30 degrees here. And my landlord refuses to turn on the air conditioning still. So I’m gonna be dying.

[sufferinggod]

went out to a dance last night. had a good time. it was really chill. went with my cousins. literally a nice, chill time. great moment, great memory with them. its nice to just have a normal time for once....... then today went out to another party with my parents and family. it was a huge party. lots of people went. it was for a girl who just turned 15. in mexico girls get these huge parties when they turn 15. lots of free beer. but surprisingly didnt even get drunk. last night at the dance i had 4 beers and i was starting to get shit faced for whatever reason. anyways, all great and all but ive been wasting a lot of money i dont have. like the money i was saving to pay off my internet bill i spent a huge chunk of it at the dance and that is not good. and i already owe my mom a certain amount. if i ask her to cover me on the internet bill she is most likely going to be hella pissed and ask me why i dont have any money. but she hasnt even asked me for the internet money at all yet which is why i just went ahead and wasted it lol.... but i mean i just gotta make it until wednesday and a huge check should drop in my bank account HOPEFULLY. they told me i would be recieveing a huge check on April 5th so i just gotta hope and pray it actually drops then........... but yeah, gotta make it until wednesday which is a lot harder than it sounds. so i owe my mom money, i owe the internet bill, and today an old friend (my ex gf's cousin i made friends with) messaged me and asked if i want to go drink with him tomorrow. which means ill be spending more money if it actually goes through. i mean he's one of those guys who always asks to hang out and nothing ever happens lol but this time it might go down and it sucks cuz i barely have any money left to do anything. like if we actually hang out i have enough for like a 6/12 pack of beer lol. so yeah. i am hanging on by a string it feels like. really want it to be wednesday already and hopefully have money again.... and i found another agency i can apply for and this one actually seems promising and i actually feel hopeful that i might get hired so tomarow im going to apply so hopefully they call me during the week and set something up with me and hopefully they hire me. i was talking to another friend and he's worked in that company and he says its a great beginner call center agency that is great for me since i need more experience so i am very optimistic and looking forward to applying.

[blazeismyname]

AGH!!! I HAVE BEEN FED!!!! ALSO, I'M SET TO START THE DOC TOMORROW CAUSE I HAD A WHOLE FIASCO IN MY BASEMENT WHERE I FORCED MYSELF TO GET THE CURRENT PROJECT DONE!!! WOO!!!

UGHUGH!!! YOU'RE SO RIGHT, TIM AND BERTIE GETTING HIS MEASUREMENTS.... HE THINKS IT'S JUST FOR THEM TO GET HIM CLOTHES AND HE PROBABLY MENTION HOW THEY PROBABLY WON'T FIND ANYTHING- AND THEY JUST SNICKER AT HIM... URGGGGG

AND EVERYTHING WITH THE SHOES... I'M SO GLAD THAT'S JUST LYF'S SILLY FAE SELF NOW!!! IT'S SO AUTISM, IT MAKES ME SO AUTISM.... GRRRRR!!!!! AND CARMILLA AND HIM BOTH GETTING INTO SILLY FAE SHENANIGANS... URGGHH!! Jonny is being pissy one day and they team up to give him some sort of day-long curse where he repetitively stubs his toe (I stole that from a video on YouTube...)

LYF IN THE TREES OR IN A CREEK... Like... Tim and Bertie wake up one morning holding each other and not the baby brother. They panic but begin to hear happy giggles... They follow the noise away from their camp to find Lyf having a full Disney moment in the stream, splashing and surrounded by bugs and animals... They just sit on the bank until Lyf notices and reluctantly motions for them. They enter the water and they all just goof off for a solid hour... URGH, DYING

OMIGOSH!!! Thank you for explaining the folklore and stuff.. that shit is so interesting to me!!!! I'm just wayyy too lazy to do my own research!!!! AGH!!!!

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO DOORMAT CLEARLY!!! HE HAS SENSE AND HE WILL CALL PEOPLE BiTCHES AND YELL IF HE MUST!!!!!!!!!! Carmilla is so proud of her metal son. More proud than the bitch one on the castle.

BEAST WAS ADORABLE... HUN JUST NEEDED TO KNOW HW TO EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS PROBABLY....

MARIUS CONSTANTLY FIRTING WITH LYF KILLS ME AGHHHHH.... LYF PROLLY DOESN'T GET IT BECAUSE AUTIsM... I'M FULLY LEANING INTO AUTISTIC LYF....

AND TOY AND MARIUS.. TOY PROBABLY SINGING AND BECOMING RENOWNED FOR ITS VOICE OR SOMETHING WHILE MARIUS IS KILLING IT ON THE VOLIN... THEY HAVE FUN, GET TO BE TOGETHER, AND GET SUPPLIES. WIN WIN WIN!!!!!!

Gtg, gotta get a post out at 7 and then chill with my fav aunt... BYEEEEEEEEE

Beauty and the Beast, but it's the Mechanisms.

Jonny must be the beast because feral Jonny and the whole heart thing... prove me wrong.

Tim or Brian is Belle.

Rest of the Mechs are the servants in the Beast's house. With an exception for Marius as Gaston cause I can totally fucking see it. He would suck at it though because it's Marius. And also, short Marius HC.

This is probably not new. But it's been brewing in my head for a good few months, ever since I put my Mechs OC in the iconic Belle dress.