#he is so chicken-shit Heel coded

[cachuontheflip]

Ok ok but! Wrestling Humanformers…

And of course I only drew Starscream

[jake-g-lockley]

I'd like 12 with Reader & Marc Spector if that's ok .(with a slow passionate kiss please 😊)

The Butterfly Effect (Marc Spector x reader)

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Prompt: A picking an eyelash from B’s face, and their hearts are both beating like crazy

A/N: Thank you for this!!! Ahhhhh this prompt is adorable! Saw a butterfly and thought of this hehe, just Marc being head over heels in love. Also there are people who hate Marc?! Marc ‘babygirl coded’ Spector?! Are you fucking for real? I hope whoever hates Marc Spector gets fucking by a giant bright pink dildo with spikes :) 

Word Count: 1.8k

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Marc Spector hated the idea of doing anything for people. No one ever did anything for him and he could not help to grow up and feel a little selfish. Nevertheless, the butterfly effect kicked in hard the second Steven signed himself up for volunteering. 

“Come on Marc, it’ll be good for us, you know maybe to cancel out all the shit we’ve done for Khonshu?” Steven suggested as he stared at the website.

Marc had reluctantly agreed, as long as Steven didn’t make him go for the sessions. But Marc was curious. He always felt that people who volunteered had hearts of literal gold and he did admire their patience and willingness to go all out for people that needed it. He started co-fronting with Steven to observe these people, to see their purpose. Steven never pointed it out to him directly, only making small conversations to Marc, mainly because he liked the fact that his alter warming up to the idea of volunteering.

Then one day, he saw you. You waltzed into the community hall like a glimmer of hope and Marc thought it was fitting that you were clad in pure white from head to toe, with a white bow in your hair. From the way you smiled, Marc could tell that you never had a bad intention in your pretty head. 

He had never seen a smile so genuine, so pure and it involuntarily tugged at his heartstrings. The way you moved and carried yourself with humbleness made him shamelessly stare and he was pretty sure if he had a mirror in front of him, he knew he would look like a big idiot.

“Mate, she's gonna think you’re a weirdo.” Steven whispered from the back of his head.

“But I am…” Marc said almost in a dreamily fashion.

“If you want a chance with her, snap out of it, pendejo.” Jake called out and Marc blinked, pulling himself out of his trance, arranging his face to something more decent.

Suddenly, you were walking over to him and Marc froze in place, his lips pressed shut and his eyes wide, unable to think about his next course of action. You immediately introduce yourself, stretching your hand in front of you for Marc to take and Jake beat Steven to it and took over the body before Marc could make a fool of himself.

“Marc Spector.” Jake took your hand and flipped it over, kissing the back of it, ignoring the tantrum that Marc started to throw at the back of his head. 

“Oh!” you exclaimed as your face turned red by the cute gesture. “H-hi, Marc.”

To put it quite plainly, you had noticed the man before you a few volunteer sessions ago and had been curious about him. He always seemed to keep to himself and you swore you caught him whispering to himself a few times. You also thought he was very pretty, with his curly hair and big brown eyes that shined with their own secrets. You had been hyping yourself up for a while now, trying to make yourself talk to him, but you chickened out at the last minute.

“What brings a pretty lady like you here?” Jake continued with his rizz and Marc was seething.

He silently agreed to switch with Marc while you explained how you were one of the main organisers and that you were here to check up on some things. Marc nodded along, loving how your voice matched your whole getup; sweet, soft and melodious. 

“So, yea! I thought I’d just come here and introduce myself.” you ended your sentence with a tinkling laugh that almost made Marc Spector fall to his knees, but he persevered and shot you a small smile.

Someone called your name from across the hall and you turned to look at them before offering Marc an apologetic smile.

“That's me. I guess I’ll get going. See you soon, Marc Spector!” you said before hurriedly turning on your heel.

“When will I see you again?” his voice reached your ears before you could go too far, reigning you back to him.

You turned and your hair flew behind you as you smiled at him. Marc was absolutely enraptured. He swore that his head was filled with cotton with the way he can’t seem to comprehend a single bodily function. 

“Next Saturday! When we take the kids from the shelter to the butterfly farm!” you instantly say, and Marc nodded before giving you a wave.

“Guess we’re clearing our schedule for Saturday.” Marc said with a small smile as he watched your hair swing as you walked away. 

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Marc awoke early on Saturday morning. Jake and Steven watched amusedly as Marc danced around the kitchen trying to get his morning coffee ready. Steven was ready to walk the body straight to the nearby hospital when Marc reached out for the loaf of bread and started making toast while wiggling his butt to a random rhythm.

“Jake, I can’t believe my eyes, he’s making breakfast. FOR HIMSELF!” Steven exclaimed as Marc grinned.

Jake just chuckled and decided that Marc could use the happy and healthy boost of dopamine. Gently, Jake grabbed ahold of Steven in their mind and pulled him to the back, shushing Steven like a mother goose when he started to protest. 

Marc finished up breakfast and got dressed as fast as humanly possible after getting out of the shower. He kept checking his hair, combing it back again and again as stray curls dropped to his forehead. He blew at the stubborn curl and dropped the comb, grabbing his car keys. 

The first thing Marc saw when he got to the butterfly park was children swarming you as they got down from the bus. You greeted them with a huge smile that nearly made Marc want to swerve his car into a tree but instead he parked and watched you animatedly talk to the children from his side mirror. His fingers reached out the open window and caressed your mirrored image.

“Fuckin’ simp.” snickered one of the two voices in his head and he pulled his hand back and grimaced, unbuckling his seatbelt. 

“Marc! You came!” You exclaimed, leaving the kids and skipped towards Marc. 

You stopped a little too close to him and Marc gulped and stared at you. You grinned at his puppy eyes and grabbed at his wrist, pulling him to the kids. Your presence made Marc want to start speaking in couplets and rhymes, but he was sure if he did try and open his mouth he would become a blubbering mess, so instead he nodded and smiled at the kids as they introduced themselves. 

Marc was absolutely enamoured by the way you would interact with the kids, talking to them and telling them every fact under the sun as you shepherded them through the farm. He soon found out that his eyes were never satisfied no matter how long he looked at you. He was in his own world and that world was made of you, your scent, your laugh and your smile. 

He felt as though he was dark darkness and you were a bright golden morning that had waltzed through the door of his heart. He suddenly found himself finding refuge in you, like a lost wandering traveller searching for purpose. He watched as your delicate hands softly caught a butterfly to show a kid. He found himself wanting to hold you as gently as the way you were holding the butterfly, as if you were as fragile as the butterfly itself. 

Marc had wandered a little too far behind from being in his own dreams and you noticed, turning and walking back to him as the kids were distracted by one of the tour guides. Marc noticed you walking towards him and panic set in the pit of his stomach.

“Quick! Look at the tree!” yelled Steven. 

“Everything alright?” you asked, genuinely concerned with how quiet he was. 

“Oh, yea, everything’s great, just looking at this…tree.” Marc said, looking at the tree before him, noticing the flowers that had blossomed around it, giving him an idea. 

“Yeah, it's pretty.” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear and blushing at the way Marc was covering up for how he was staring at you all morning. 

Marc looked around for any sign of people watching before reaching his hand out and plucking a flower, smoothly tucking it behind your ear. 

“Marc!” you hissed but couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. 

“It’s pretty, but you’re prettier.” Marc whispered and took a step closer to you.

“T-thanks, you’re pretty too.” the words leave your mouth before you could stop yourself.

Marc wasn’t listening anymore, his eyes were transfixed on a small eyelash that was on your cheek. If only he could focus all his energy to lift his hand, he could brush it away. His eyes dropped to your lips and you noticed it and swallowed the saliva that had been pooling in your mouth. 

Your heart felt like it was running a marathon, trying to pump enough blood to your head to let you think. His hand finally lifted itself and his fingers brushed away the eyelash, making you gasp softly. Your cheek was as soft as a rose petal under his calloused fingers and he couldn’t help but cup your cheek as you stepped in between his legs.

“Eyelash…” Marc tried saying over the beat of his own heart that he was pretty sure you could hear.  

You had been thinking of Marc all week, seeing him in your dreams and hoping that he felt the same way you felt about him. You smiled at the way a stray curl bobbed up and down at his forehead and the tinge of his beautiful flushed cheeks. He was so close and you wanted him closer as you leaned against his hand that was cupping your cheek. 

“Can I?” you knew what Marc was asking and there was no other answer other than yes that could satisfy your anticipation.

He leaned in and softly kissed you, as if he were the air that fluttered around a butterfly’s wing. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as he pushed at you slightly, losing himself in you. He tipped his head and you couldn’t help but think about how perfectly his cute nose slotted against you, your hands coming to rest softly against his cheek. His lips slotted softly against yours and he tasted delicious, like coffee and butter. 

He pulled away reluctantly and the both of you were greeted with cheers and applause. You gripped onto Marc’s bicep and turned to see the kids and tour guides smiling at the both of you, one of the kids coming forward to offer Marc another flower for you. Marc smiled and kneeled before you, holding out the flower before him. 

“Will you go out with me?” he asked shyly and you shook your head slightly, taking the flower from him kissing his forehead.

“Of course I will, Marc Spector.” you whispered and he grinned before standing up and scooping you into his arms for another bruising kiss. 

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[dilf-in-peril]

It's still so insane to me that so many WWE fans are behind the guy who besides looking like corporate Homelander is visibly twitching, trembling and tearing up on screen and not in a manly tears kind of way. Look at the way he's acting in the nose off with Punk. This should be heel stuff. He should be the rich gaudy queer coded chicken shit heel but somehow they all dig it.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Recall - Part 1

A LONG F*CKING DAY

A/N: Howdy, friends! I am SO excited to kick this one off. This story has been in the works for a little over a year, and after spinning it around in my head like a rotisserie chicken, I am VERY pleased to say that it is finally Yee Haw Time. I have posted four short (the longest one is under 3k words) “teasers” leading up to this series, and they should probably be read along with it to get the full effect. They can be found on the series masterlist. This one is definitely going to be a bumpy ride, but I hope if you choose to read along you will find it worth the twists and drops. It is set during the events of Kingsman: Golden Circle, and that’s the last thing I’ll say about that. 

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: language, violence, gunshot wound, mild smuts, lots of angst, Jack Daniels himself. 

Summary: When Jack is shot on a mission with two Kingsman Agents, he’s treated with Alpha-Gel and rushed immediately back to the lab at Statesman HQ - where you, Ginger’s lead research assistant, wait to assess and reverse the damage. For Ginger and Champ and the other Agents, things like this are all just part of the job. For you, though, it’s a bit more complicated. 

It had been a long day. 

No, that’s putting it too damn lightly. You pressed your thumb to the pad near the handle of your front door. The reader scanned your print, a thin blue line of light moving across it to identify the loops and whorls as your unique set. Letting out a sigh as the device beeped, you keyed in the code and heard the lock click as it opened. Today was batshit insane. 

A welcome rush of cool air greeted you as you stepped inside, and you let your heavy eyelids fall shut as you exhaled. You were tired and stretched thin and still in shock from the day’s turn of events. But at least it’s not hot in here. You slipped the shoes from your feet, stepping first on the heel of your left and pulling it free of the ankle boots you wore. Repeating the action with your socked foot on your right heel, you kicked them aside. They tumbled to join the small collection of footwear near the front door of your apartment, the three-tiered rack full of sneakers and sandals and other styles you hardly ever wore. 

Sighing heavily, you hung your keys and ID tag on the peg next to the light switch and flicked it on. The empty room came fully into view then and you gasped. Locking on to the mirror on the far wall, you nearly mistook your own reflection for an intruder. The skin under your exhausted eyes was puffy and swollen, the bottom lids rimmed red from rubbing at them. Your hair was a mess, the bun you’d had it secured in now loose and hanging low at the nape of your neck. Several pieces stuck out all over from the habit you’d formed of scratching your scalp with the end of your pen when the answer to a problem you were trying to solve continued to evade you. Wrinkled, untucked, and worn for going on 36 hours, your clothing only added to your general unkempt appearance, the look of utter deflation that was written all over you. 

Fuck, I look...

Closing your eyes, you released a slow breath through your nose and swallowed the chunky block of emotion threatening to rise into your throat. No wonder Ginger said what she did. You looked like absolute shit, but you were the farthest thing from surprised about that fact given the events of the last day and a half and everything that had gone wrong. Oh, Jack. His face flashed behind your clamped lids then as though you needed the reminder of just how close of a call it had actually been, and you shuddered, glad that you still had a hand on the wall near the light switch to help steady yourself.

He almost… he could’ve…

You didn’t know how to finish that thought, though, because the truth was that technically he had died. There was no almost about it. Luckily, the younger of the two Kingsman Agents Jack had been out with was quick-thinking enough to locate and use Jack’s Alpha-Gel, despite not having received the training that Statesman Agents did on how to do so, and it had been applied rapidly enough to start reversing the damage immediately. But the fact of the matter was that he’d been shot. In the head. At point blank range. And even with the advanced healing technology available at Statesman, there were never any guarantees that an Agent would wake up. 

He will this time, though. And that’s all that matters. 

For now that had to be enough. You reminded yourself that he was out of the worst of it now - that he would live and that if all went well, he’d regain his memory and would be back to the man you knew in a shockingly short amount of time. Ginger had started running the Recall program - something she would only do if all of his vitals were stable - right before all but ordering you out of the lab and back to your apartment. 

“I… I can’t leave him alone like this, Ginger.” There was no need to pretend that your desire to stay by his side had anything to do with research this time. Your study on the effects of the nanites and the way they knit brain cells back together had already been completed and submitted to Champ for review. But more than that, Ginger knew how you felt about Jack. “I’ll just-“ Your eyes scanned the room and landed on one of the empty bays, the cranial device lifted away so that it was essentially just a bed. “I can sleep here and-“ 

“No.” She shook her head, her short hair swaying above the collar of her white coat, her decision firm. The expression she wore was gentle and sympathetic though, as she reached for your shoulders with both hands. “Gonna put my foot down on this one. You’re running on fumes, Maraschino. Between the extra hours you put in when Tequila went down and all of this?” She gestured vaguely at the lab. “You’ve done all you can tonight.” But- She sighed, lightly squeezing your upper arms before dropping her hands to her sides. “I’m sorry. But you need to get some real sleep. And some food and maybe a shower.” 

You nodded, your attention shifting from her eyes and falling behind her, where Jack lay motionless. The sight made your whole chest ache, made your breath shudder. It was bad enough knowing what had happened to him, what he’d suffered physically to put him there. But unlike the last time you observed him undergoing the Recall procedure, this time you knew what his trigger image was. This time you knew exactly what was waiting for him when he woke up - the soul shredding loss of his wife and the son he never got to meet. 

And you knew not because you had gained access to his file through higher clearance. You knew because Jack had told you. 

“He shouldn’t be alone.” Your voice - thin from exhaustion and tremulous with worry - was hardly audible when you spoke, and at first you weren’t sure if you had actually said the words aloud. 

“He won’t be.” Ginger shook her head again, the motion smaller and slower this time. “I’ll stay. I haven’t been here for two straight days like you have. Besides, I have some files from Merlin to go over. I can do that here and keep an eye on Whiskey.” 

It wasn’t a perfect solution, but as long as he wouldn’t be left alone in the cold, dark lab, nothing but his own worst memory to keep him company, you agreed. Not that you had any say in the matter. Ginger hardly ever pulled rank on you, but you knew she was only seconds away from doing it then if you made it necessary. Licking your lips, you swallowed and finally brought your eyes back up to meet hers. 

“If I’m not back, will you call me before you wake him up? I… I want to be there.” 

She gave you a nod and a soft smile. “Of course I will.” 

Glancing down, you turned your wrist to check your watch, where you had set a countdown for the time left on Jack’s program. You had to blink the bleariness from your eyes to read it, the green-blue numbers seeming to shake against the dark screen before they sharpened enough for you to make them out. 

6:38:23 REMAINING

You stared at the seconds, watching the digits change as you let out a breath, and then dropped your arm back to your side. Okay. Moving on autopilot, you bypassed the kitchen and headed straight for the bathroom. Though you hadn’t had a real meal in over twenty four hours, you had absolutely no appetite. I can grab a protein shake on my way back to the lab. It would be easier to stomach than something solid, or at least that’s what you told yourself. I just need a shower. And some sleep. 

At the very least, you knew one of those things was possible.

Avoiding the bathroom mirror so you wouldn’t make eye contact with yourself again, you reached for the faucet and turned the hot water on. Wisps of steam billowed out over the top of the glass enclosure, the air in the room warming as you stripped your clothes off and left them in a heap on the floor. Reaching behind your neck, you undid the clasp on your necklace - the only piece of jewelry you ever wore to work aside from your comm watch - and coiled it in the little white dish on the counter. The shink of the chain and then the plunk of the pearls strung along it as they hit the ceramic were sounds that normally started to set your body at ease, especially when mixed with the rhythmic rainfall of the water. It was routine, something you did every night as you wound down and readied yourself for rest. 

That night, though, you hardly heard them. 

Regardless, you moved on with your process, stepping into the shower and pulling the door shut behind you. For several minutes you simply stood under the spray, eyes closed as the water soaked your scalp and skin, running down your spine and dripping from the ends of your hair to roll over your shoulders and chest. The steam in the air made it slightly easier to breathe than it had been for the past few hours, and you took a few full, deep breaths, bringing your hands up to your head and pushing your palms back over your hair. Fuck. A sob fell from your lips and you didn’t try to keep another from following it. You needed to cry, to let everything out that you’d been holding in since the call came into HQ that there was an Agent down. As a Statesman medical research tech you couldn’t let emotions get in the way of your work, no matter how you felt about the man currently convalescing in Recall bay two. But off the clock you were beholden only to your heart and the way it clenched painfully with worry and fear. 

Oh, fuck, Jack, you have to be okay.  

The thing between the two of you wasn’t exactly new, but it had been becoming more and more serious over the past few months. What had started as harmless - if not a bit shameless - flirting had given way to a mutual interest and attraction that sparked a flame from the very first time he cupped your cheek with his large palm and kissed you. It had grown since then, the two of you sharing your bodies and giving each other small pieces of your stories at a time. 

It had grown enough for you to know that you loved him. But those words had yet to make it from your lips to his ear. In that moment, all you wanted was the chance to tell him, even if he wasn’t ready to hear it yet. 

Finishing your shower, you toweled off and brushed your teeth before dragging yourself out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. Changing into a set of sleep shorts and a loose tee, you finally climbed into your bed and peeled back the sheets to slip between them. The fabric was cool as it fell over your legs, and you let yourself sink into the mattress and pillows. 

But as you lay there in the dark, desperate for a few hours of respite from the emotions and adrenaline, all you could think of was the last time he was there between those sheets with you - and how maybe he was ready to hear those words. You rolled to your side and stared at the empty space beside you, letting your memory take you back to that night.

Eyes still closed, he blew out a breath as your fingers traveled into his hair. “Hot damn, darlin’, that feels incredible.” 

You couldn’t help the smirk that dragged its way across your lips at the change in his voice. Humming, you lowered yourself completely until your chest was pressed to his. “See what happens when you’re not rushing to put your boots back on, cowboy?” 

The boots in question still lay where he’d kicked them off, discarded on the other side of the room along with his jacket and the belt with the hefty silver buckle that you’d relieved him of hours earlier. From there, a trail of leather, denim, corduroy and suede, his clothing and yours, led to the bed where the two of you were tangled. It was longer than he had ever stayed with you, typically needing to rush off to a meeting whether virtual or in person. Once or twice he’d even had to leave quickly on a classified mission. Today though it seemed neither were calling him, and while you tried not to think anything of it, it was hard with the way he was reacting to such an innocent, casual touch. Swiping the tips of your fingers over his temples again, your smirk became a full on grin as you watched the muscles of his throat work down his swallow. 

It could be like this all the time, Jack. 

His large, rough hands slid over your skin, following the contour of your spine. “Seems I’m gonna need to find a better way to juggle my demanding schedule so that we can find ourselves in this particular situation with more frequency.” He took one hand from your body to lift your chin, the other settling at the small of your back, and found your eyes with his. “What’dyou think?” 

You felt your heart stop and laying that close you knew he felt it, too. Not fair. It was all you’d wanted for months now, ever since that one time had turned into many, many more. But you knew where he stood on taking things anywhere past sleeping together. “I fell in love once, darlin’, and I’m still deep down in it.” That’s what he’d told you when you’d first started this thing, and you knew better than to press him on it. You didn’t press yourself on it either, fooling yourself into believing that you wouldn’t love the way his boots looked on your bedroom floor. Or the way his scent clung to your sheets. 

But I do. 

Pushing that from your mind, you recovered and answered him. “I think it’s worth a shot, Whiskey.” 

He had asked you not to call him Jack in bed, and though at first you flinched each time you were forced to use his code name in lieu of his real one, you’d quickly gotten used to the condition. But this time when you did, you saw his eyes narrow, a look you thought was close to disappointment flashing in them before they widened and brightened again. What? Why did- You cut your own thoughts short then as your fingers found a small divot just beyond his hairline, slightly above his ear. Huh? What’s that? 

“Hey… D’you have a scar here?” You ran your fingers through his hair again, spreading the thick dark locks so you could get a closer look at what you’d found. Funny, I never felt that before… don’t think it’s in his chart, either. There was definitely a circular indentation there, though it looked old, completely healed over, and suddenly you were overcome with the notion that you were likely the only living person aside from Jack himself who knew it was there. 

He chuckled through a lazy smile. “You tell me, gorgeous. By now I’ve lost track of ‘em all.” Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he tightened his hold on you and flipped you over so that you were under him. The gasp that the quick reversal made you draw slipped out in a sigh as he settled his weight down on you. “You wanna see if you can find another one?” 

Yes. You wanted to know all that you could about him, because there was so much that he couldn’t share with you. You had worked within the Statesman organization for years before your path crossed his, so you understood the need for all of the closely guarded “company secrets”. As a senior Agent, Whiskey had access to information that would make most people’s heads spin and you knew that. 

Hell half of what I know would make people’s heads spin. 

The point was, you knew enough to know that what you didn’t know about his work- the details of his missions, the meetings- was for the best. It was safer that way, for you, for him, the other Agents, everyone. Your job was to assist Ginger in the lab, helping to ensure that Agents were always receiving the most cutting edge, top of the line treatments and care. Your clearance level was only as high as it needed to be, and you were fine with that. 

What you wanted to know about Jack had nothing to do with what made him a great Agent, and everything to do with the things you knew he could share with you but chose not to. 

I just want to… 

You knew about the woman he’d loved and lost, that she’d been carrying his child when she was taken from him. You knew that the cluster of three aster flowers tattooed over his left pectoral were in memory of the family they never got to be. Your heart shattered when he’d shared that part of his past with you, and ever since he had you could see it in his eyes; a deep sadness that swirled just beneath the surface. He never told you anything more about her, never gave you anything else about the incident and you respected him enough not to ask. You looked up at the man, his face hovering inches from your own, and threaded the fingers that were still buried in his hair around to the back of his head, flexing them to tighten your grasp. He groaned, like you knew he would, and his eyes darkened, erasing the sadness. 

I just want to make it easier for you, Jack. 

“No,” you finally answered him regarding a hunt for more scars on his body, even though you were fairly sure you’d just located another divot at the base of his skull with your pointer finger. “I can think of better ways to spend our time, J-“ 

Fuck. 

He cut you off then, kissing you before you could either finish his name or correct yourself. His hips dropped over yours as his tongue parted your lips, and the sound you made was one of complete shock at how intense his kiss was. You knew he had heard you almost slip. But instead of making him pull away like it had once or twice in the beginning, it seemed to spur him on. 

Interesting…Are you changing the rules on me, Daniels? 

Your thoughts were broken up as he brought his left hand to the side of your face, simultaneously tilting your head for a better angle and dragging the pad of his thumb over the rounded top of your cheek. His right hand traveled slowly up from your waist to your ribs. You responded to his touch by rolling your hips up into his while you pressed his bare back down on top of you. Still kissing him, you smiled against his lips at the tickle of his mustache near the corners of your mouth. Using that as his invitation, he slipped his tongue through your grin and licked a breathy moan out of you.

God, I could kiss him forever. 

He continued to kiss you for a few seconds longer, the movements of his lips slow and intentional, but Jack was the one to pull away first. He didn’t put any distance between your bodies, though, shifting only enough so that he could look at you - and at what he was doing. The hand that was on your ribs moved to where the chain of your necklace lay pooled against the center of your chest. Rolling one of the pearls between his rope-roughened fingers, he pulled away from your lips and gazed down at you with nothing but mischief in his eyes. 

“Wanna see somethin’.” He mumbled, maneuvering the small white orb in his grasp. “Hold still.” 

Pinching the pearl, he brought it over to your left breast, the chain uncoiling over your skin. Carefully, he set the gem on the peak of your nipple, pressing only enough to keep it in place with his pointer finger. “What are you-” Your question never made it out of your mouth though, and your eyes snapped down to your own chest to watch. 

Your breaths became more ragged as he dragged and rolled the pearl over your pebbled flesh, the delicate links in the chain brushing over the sensitive bud to make you suck in a gasp. He used the pearl to draw a series of circles both tight and close to your nipple as well as looser ones that extended out to the soft swell of your breast, and then let it go, the chain going slack against your body. “I’ve been thinkin’ about what that would look like for too long.” He brought his eyes up to yours again, that devilish curiosity still present in them. “Better than my wildest dreams.” 

You hummed. “Felt amazing, Whisk-” Throwing your head back suddenly, eyes shut, you sucked in a breath that instantly came back out in a moan as he brought his hand down between your bodies to slide two fingers into you. 

Oh, fuck.  

Curling his fingers, he leaned down and kissed you again. Hard. “Use my name.” But his growl was whisper soft against your lips as he unfurled his thick fingers inside of you, pushing deeper. “Please, darlin’. Wanna hear you say it.” 

You whimpered at the need in his voice as he said the word please, twisting his wrist so that his thumb could plead at your body, too. “Feels good, Jack.” You sighed, heat blooming simultaneously in your chest and lower belly at the moan he let out when he heard you say his name. 

You had been crying without realizing it, salty tracks running down your freshly cleaned cheeks to dampen your pillowcase. Eventually the tears stopped and you felt yourself finally give over to sleep, body feeling heavy and thick as you were pulled under. Stretching your hand out over the sheets beside you, you closed your eyes and let one final thought echo through your mind. 

I love you, Jack. 

–  –  –

The sound that woke you wasn’t the alarm that you had synchronized with the Recall program - it was a message alert. 

What? Did I miss the alarm? Is he-

Blinking rapidly as you inhaled deeply through your nose, you sat up and looked down at your comm watch. Your heart pounded and your head felt fuzzy and it took you more than a few blinks to focus your vision, eyes blurry after crying yourself to sleep. When you did, you saw that the countdown was still ticking away, and while it was close to done, you hadn’t missed anything. 

1:18:03 REMAINING 

Just below it on the display screen, though, another text box popped up just as your phone chimed on your nightstand, signaling a new message. 

GINGER ALE: MARASCHINO - GET BACK TO THE LAB ASAP - SOMETHING IS WRONG. 

No. You felt your throat tighten, trapping your heart inside of it as you read the words. No, no, no. Scrambling to free your legs from the sheets, you swung them down and over the side of the bed. No, Jack. You stood, your shaking hand flying out to turn on the light and blast your room with brightness that your eyes weren’t ready for. You were glad you hadn’t eaten anything when you got home, because the wave of nausea you felt then surely would have made you sick. 

No. He has to be alright. 

Licking your lips, you read Ginger’s message again, trying to calm your panic enough so that you could get yourself dressed and back to the lab as quickly as possible. What does it actually say? There were no codes used - Code White for when a reset didn’t take, Code Blue for when it did but only partially, Code Red for when an Agent was in critical distress. She didn’t… she didn’t use a code though, so… You took a steadying breath and let it out slowly. So it’s… whatever’s wrong, it’s not… 

He wasn’t dying. His reset hadn’t failed. If your countdown was correct - which it was - he wasn’t even awake yet. You allowed yourself to take what relief you could from those facts. But it was fleeting comfort when you realized what Ginger’s lack of code usage actually meant. Whatever the problem was, it was one that had never been encountered before. You would be completely in the dark. 

You reached for your phone, responding to Ginger’s message to say that you were getting dressed and would be back down to the lab as quickly as possible. Crossing the room in three brisk strides, you opened your closet and threw on the first pair of pants - a dark chocolate brown pair - and top - a light beige button up blouse - before heading for the bathroom. Fingers already gathering your hair at the nape of your neck as you moved, you used one hand to twist it into a bun, the other grabbing for the elastic on the counter that you’d taken out of your hair earlier, securing it again.

Arms coming down to your sides, you looked yourself over in the mirror. Good enough. You were about to turn away and make your way out to the front hall, but your eyes, wide and alert despite only getting about four hours of sleep, caught on the gold chain that was coiled in the dish next to the faucet. The memory that had played out before came back in flashes - the way the delicate piece of jewelry looked and felt in Jack’s hands, the way that since that night, whenever he saw you wearing it, he always made it a point to touch one of the pearls. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed the chain and clasped it around your neck, tucking the length of it beneath the lapels of your shirt. Alright. Time to go. 

As you leaned against the wall to shove your feet back into your boots and take your ID badge down from the peg, you blew out a breath. It had been a long fucking day. And it still wasn’t over. But all you cared about was the man laying in bay two, and getting back to him in time to help Ginger figure out what the fuck was wrong before the problem got worse. You could sleep later, when he was back on his feet and calling you darlin’ again. When he was healthy and safe and out of the woods. The panel next to your door beeped and the lock engaged with a click as you shut it behind yourself. 

I’m coming, Jack. Hold on, I’m coming. 

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[lets-jam]

1, 7, 16

im gonna do this for 2077, tho if anyone else does one feel free to specify a fandom

1 - the character everyone gets wrong

hmmm a tie for me between alt and goro takemura. alt ranges from like a generic 'good woman' to the far more common evil manipulative bitch which like. id be more upset about but given we get NOTHINGGGGGGG in terms of content for her about her like i cant get TOOO mad... I GUESS. i just certainly think shas far more multifaceted or SHOULD be far more multifaceted than.... whatever the hell we got. like i think theres something interesting with her setup being like 'sharp netrunner who got hired to make something she probably very well knew was... designed to kill people and could and would be used to kill people, who had her 'curiosity take over' (some fact i heard somewhere) but then also chickened out n tried to stop it last minute, and ultimately was one of the first subjects it was used on killing her body and forever changing her entire being, being forced to survive in a cuthroat alien world of no human basis despite still 'thinking' like a human, being even more forever changed by that and like kinda playing with this idea that yeah it is unfortunate that like traumatic shit not of our choosing can like irreparably change us not for the better, and that we can have dignity/human-ness given back to us by being treated as such even if its alien to her now. course like then its... id prefer her story not being so weirdly tied to johnnys as like a girl he happened to be fucking because... she was there i guess. and thats our only like reference point for her. which is all to say she has the potential you know? and alot of people dont... get that imo. for a cyberpunk setting shes really interesting case of how/what gets treated as a human and what we do when we dont have that treatment/what we do when we're given it back smthn smthn at what point does a self end (with memories? with how we're perceived by others? etc etc) but of course we didnt get to deal with any of that cause the game refuses to even ask these questions about johnny in any real fun exploratory way. and shes only in the game cause johnny fucked her and accidentally killed her... so yeah. and then GORO god this is mostly just me beefing with all the fucking idiots horny for this guy and like he gets fics n posts made about him how he would 'abandon arasaka for youuuuuu 😚😚😚' no he wouldnt! you are literally peon trash to him! he was chosen by a god emperor and elevated in his mind! he straight up believes capitalistic order is fine cause who cares doesnt affect him anymore and its a necesarry thing! which i like! hes completely head over heels for his corporation like a true 'samurai' ie serving a lord above everything else, even 'warrior code' if that ever mattered to him. hes been deepthroating the boot for years n loves the taste! he has never once thought in his life that you were his equal, and he has never once thought of you as a friend he sees you as a true means to an end full stop! hes not some secretly good bushido samurai man! which like more people should run with! if he was given a choice between arasaka and your life he would choose arasaka 10 times over like, hes terrible and i like that, everyone else seems to not.

7 - what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

fandom antics have really made me dislike this one complete side character like this person has like 2 lines but caused such fights in the fandom that im like i guess this is real to you. some gay guy and some woman fought over this side characters sexuality and one like made some weird kin claim to posting edits of him and like!!!! sometimes i have to remember people are unwell. it was fun for a time to watch ppl bitch about that for a while n see all the vague posting that or goro for reasons stated above

16 - you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

lmao sex god johnny silverhand. and related to that johnnys hologram being able to physically interact with v outside their body... ppl took like some 'its there for the cinema' stuff where he shoves v and like grabs their hands and ran with it now we have hard light hologram sex everywhere... even tho ppl shouldve just gotten freaky with it and had them like possession mutually masturbating using vs body like them as a single...being, cause again vs body is the only real thing in this equation and id like abit more realism if im going into some silverv smut, but those are few and far between the hologram sex featuring hologram cum and hologram fingering it just bugs me casue like the draw for me at least is they cant interact like normal separate people, nor can they 'feel' as in feel things like normal separate people, nor ARE they normal separate people like their whole setup is weird, they are literally the same person!!!! and i hate it when people dont get weird n creative in those paramaters with what we're given. esp when johnny flat out says 'masturbation is the only way for us to have sex' too. plus i love the draw of not being able to love or live or interact like you want to... famously i love a 'love' that cant be for whatever reason, despite it being there real girl what were you doing at the devils sacrement self report but it did bug me

[nitewrighter]

Pre-Fall fic idea for a slow day: Echo asks McCree to go on a date. Liao thinks it'll be a good learning experience for her.

“...I dunno about this...” McCree straightened the collar on his shirt. Why did he dress up for this? Why did Liao feverishly take notes on her tablet when she saw he dressed up for this?

“I think it’s a great opportunity,” said Liao, poking at her tablet.

“See the way you’re gettin’ all excited about it makes me feel like a guinea pig.”

“Echo likes you. She trusts you. This is a chance for her to rapidly expand her social interaction repertoire.”

“It’s still weird.”

“How is it weird?”

“Well... how does it work with the age thing?”

Liao snorted. “What?”

“I mean she just got the body! Don't that make it... y'know...”

“The frame is new, yes, but the bare bones of her coding are only a couple years younger than you,” Liao said breezily, “Her processing levels were miles beyond yours well before she even had a body.”

“Ouch.”

“It’s computer science, Jesse, it’s nothing personal.”

“Why’d you give her hips?”

“Well, controlling said body actually has massive processing demands on its own, so you could say what could be recognized as her pelvic region hosts an 'auxiliary AI core'--"

"There's a brain in her ass?"

"Arguably, humans have a secondary brain in their colonic region--"

"There's a brain in my ass?!"

"We're getting off topic. There's a secondary AI core focused on mechanical coordination that is housed in her pelvic region, it was large enough to warrant certain design shifts to suit her center of gravity, and I wanted a friendly and appealing silhouette so --” Liao perked up, “So you noticed the hips?”

McCree’s face burned and he glanced off.

Liao rolled her eyes and smiled. “Jesse... if this goes really badly, I can just erase it from her memory.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I’m only saying, the stakes aren’t that high,” said Liao, "I think it's cute that you're getting nervous."

"Nervous, hell! I just don't know what to make of it!"

"You've had plenty of perfectly pleasant conversations with her--"

"They weren't dates!"

"Did you just say yes because you didn't want to hurt her feelings?" the brightness and absolute lack of accusation in Liao's voice only unsettled McCree further.

"N-no..." McCree rubbed the back of his neck, "I--I wasn't really thinking. I guess... I assumed you'd think I'd wreck it or... or wreck her and you'd... write it out of her code..."

"Interesting..." Liao tapped her tablet stylus on her chin.

"I ain't that good with sciencey shit! Reyes brought me on to shoot things!" McCree shrugged a little helplessly, "And the way you talk about her, I don't know if she's a--a work in progress, or-or your kid so..."

"A little bit of both. This is where AI gets messy," said Liao with a smile, "You don't know if you're making something human... but you get to make something new."

McCree just stared at Liao for a few seconds, opened his mouth to say something, realized he had no idea what to say to that, and then closed his mouth.

"It's going to be wonderful," said Liao, gently putting a hand on the back of McCree's shoulder.

"Wait--Is there anything I should---?" McCree started but the door slid open and Liao more or less shoved him out into Zurich Headquarters' courtyard gardens. It was twilight, Friday night, and strings of fairy lights had been strung around the sycamores, magnolias, and plum trees that decorated the garden. A couple of brightly colored paper lanterns were strung along the lines of electric lights, giving the usual contemplative and monumental air of the garden a more warm and festive feeling. McCree scanned the garden, seeing a table set with candles and a small basket of bread about 15 feet ahead of him.

"Jesse?" McCree heard a familiar voice and swiveled on his heel to see... a glowing blue-white Dolly Parton circa 1974 in a daisy-patterned peach sundress.

"Whuh..." McCree's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Is this okay?" Dolly Parton spoke with Echo's voice and McCree visibly flinched again. "Oh you don't like it--" The glowing Dolly Parton pressed her fingers to her forehead. "Give me a moment! I can fix it!"

"Echo--?" McCree started, but holographic pixels spiraled around the not-Dolly Parton and reshaped her into.... Olivia Rai, her usual afro styled into the more-textured Gibson Girl hairstyle she sported in Six Gun Killer. 

"What about this?" said Echo, "Is this all right?"

"I mean I like the movie but--" McCree started but the pixels whirled around Echo.

"Lee Byung-Hun, 2016, Magnificent Seven," said Echo. “My scans of your hormone levels showed an overwhelming positive reaction to him.” Again, this hologram form was still in the sundress.

Okay we really need to talk about the scanning thing, thought McCree, but he just stammered out, "They're all really nice, Echo, but you don't have to--" McCree rubbed the back of his neck, "I mean, I think we'll both be more comfortable if you're... you, y'know?"

"Me? But it's so..." 2016 Lee Byung-hun Echo twiddled her fingers nervously, "It's so..."

"It's the you I know," said McCree, shrugging, "I like it, Echo, really."

The hologram fell away from Echo in a shower of cubic pixels, revealing a partially holographic head on a heavily modified omnic frame. She was a patchwork between a handful of standard omnic parts and sleek parts whipped up on-site at this point. No wings. The sundress sagged a little off her metal frame.

"There you are," said McCree.

Echo smiled a little. "Sorry... the hologram capabilities were for optimal interfacing... so I thought..."

"I get it," said McCree with a smile, "I was a little nervous too."

"You were?!" said Echo, "But you're so... charming! And my scans of your antibodies revealed that it was very statistically likely you have had higher than average amounts of--"

"Hoookay! Moving on!" McCree said quickly.

"Moving on," said Echo, processing this.

There was the sound of a cybernetic throat being cleared and both McCree and Echo turned their heads to see Genji in a long-sleeved collared shirt, black vest, bow tie, and apron.

"Genji?" said McCree, suppressing a laugh in his voice.

"...not a word," said Genji.

"I know I got stuck as the waiter back in Venice but this is--"

"I said not a word!" said Genji, furiously. He drew in a steadying inhale. "Ma'am and sir. If I may direct you to your table."

"...oh this is rich--" McCree started.

"McCree, I know 37 ways of killing you in under 11 seconds, do not test me," said Genji.

"Uh huh," said McCree, "Show us the way, Garçon."

Genji muttered something under his breath in Japanese as he lead them to the table. McCree hurried over to Echo's side and pulled out her chair for her.

"Oh--Thank you!" said Echo, sitting down.

Genji rolled his eyes as McCree took his own seat. "Liao was able to negotiate with the headquarters chefs,” he said, setting glasses of water on the table, “You're getting chicken scallopini and asparagus."

"So there's not a menu--?" McCree started.

"You're getting chicken scallopini and asparagus," said Genji, with about as much murder as anyone could inject into the words 'Chicken scallopini and asparagus.'

"Okay," said McCree meekly as Genji walked off briskly.

"Er--don't mind him," said McCree as Genji walked off, "Blackwatch suspended... getting antsy, y'know."

"I don't," said Echo, equally pleasantly and blankly.

McCree cleared his throat and grabbed some bread from the basket between them, buttering it. "Well... You heard about the Venice incident, right?"

"I did not," said Echo, "I'm quarantined from most networked systems."

"Mm," McCree took a bite of his buttered bread, "Well... the long and short of it is, we fucked up."

"Not you!" said Echo on reflex.

"Well, not me, at first--but we had to follow through on the fuck-up if we were going to get out of it alive," said McCree with a shrug.

"I'm sure you did your best," said Echo, picking up a piece of bread. They both knew she couldn't eat, so instead, she seemed to be using it as something to do with her hands, breaking it off into bits.

"Eh, I don't think any of us were at our best," said McCree, "But... you do what you can, right?"

""Mm-hmm," Echo nodded, "Doctor Liao's been able to convince a handful of operatives to bring my AI processor on the orca with certain missions to observe, but my speech is disabled. Apparently it 'freaks people out.'" Echo glanced off resentfully.

"Not you?" said McCree.

Echo nodded. "And I know Morrison doesn't like me learning combat tactics."

"Echo, I can't think of anyone who loves humanity more than you," said McCree.

"Thank you, Jesse," said Echo. She was silent for a few beats. "And.... thank you for doing this. I--I don't know how you see me..."

"I'm still figuring that out too," said McCree, smiling a little, "But... I like to think I'm a good judge of character. And I'm proud to know you. And I'm proud that I mean enough to you to be here."

Echo's hologram face brightened, and she glanced off, a bit bashfully. "I--I can't even eat bread," she said quietly, smiling as she glanced down at the small pile of shredded bread bits on her plate.

"Psh. Bread. You can turn into whoever you want. Why worry about bread?" said McCree.

Echo snickered a little.

"...who's your favorite to turn into?" asked McCree, "I know you were turnin' into all that stuff earlier for me because of all the stuff we talked about and those dumb movies we watched--”

“I don’t think they’re dumb--”

 “But... what about you? Is there a person you like turning into?"

Echo thought for a few seconds. "I would say...Figure skaters," she said thoughtfully.

"Figure skaters?" McCree repeated.

"Not any individual one, but I’ve been putting together a composite hologram of several of them," said Echo, "Skaters, they--they aren't ruled by the same physics as other humans. All that power, all that grace, all on a plane that does not have the same rules of speed or friction."

"Bet you'd be a hell of a dancer," said McCree, smiling.

"I like to think I'm learning," said Echo, with a slightly smug shrug.

"Chicken scallopini," a plate clanked unceremoniously in front of McCree and McCree flinched to attention to see Genji next to him.

"Jesus, man! A little warning next time!" said McCree.

"Ninja," said Genji flatly.

"What about her?" said McCree, pointing at Echo.

Genji looked at him like he was an idiot.

"Jesse, it's fine," said Echo. She waved her hands and a hologram of what appeared to be lobster thermidor glowed into existence in front of her.

"...she can take care of herself," said Genji, walking off, "Let me know if you need a refill on water."

"Don't mind him," McCree said again.

"I don't," said Echo, materializing a holographic fork into existence and taking a holographic bite of her holographic food.

McCree sectioned off bites of his own meal and took tentative bites and chews, but it was good. A faint 'Mm' fell out of him and he opened his eyes to see Echo closely observing him. He took another bite, not taking his eyes off of Echo this time. Echo seemed to do the same, imitating him. But it wasn't quite the same, he observed. There was a lot of Liao in her, the way she'd stuff food off to one cheek and slowly parse it out as long as she needed while she multitasked. He saw it in all the nights Liao had brought takeout to the lab. In this case, Echo perfectly adapted Liao's eating habits to McCree's.

McCree swallowed hard. "Do you ever uh... make food... make you happy?"

"What do you mean?" said Echo.

"Well, if you eat really good food, you go, like, 'mm' and stuff--if all the food is only stuff you come up with... how does that work?"

Echo thought for a few seconds. "I... never thought of food as stimulating the pleasure response. Mostly it just seemed necessary for interfacing. Does it stimulate a pleasure response?"

McCree tried not to focus too hard on the words 'Pleasure response.' "Well, it depends on the food," said McCree.

"Does your food stimulate a pleasure response?"

"I mean compared to the rest of the shit I've had this month? Definitely," said McCree with a shrug.

"I see," said Echo. She looked at her food for a few seconds. She took a bit of her own holographic meal and a deep, sensual "Mmnh," bloomed out of her, her shoulders bunching up and her head tilting back with the sensation.

McCree sharply inhaled, realized his mouth was full of chicken scallopini, and coughed and choked for nearly a minute.

"Did I do it wrong?!" Echo asked with alarm.

"N--" McCree coughed, "No--" He coughed again, "You're-- You're doin' fine--"

Echo giggled. “I--I’m sorry, I’m still deciphering the appropriate forms of human pleasure.”

McCree found his face burning again and just gulped down some of his water.

“...that was an odd thing to say,” said Echo, glancing off.

“Nah, I’ve been told I’m old-fashioned a lot,” said McCree with a dismissive hand wave.

“Well, that’s why I like you,” said Echo, shyly.

McCree’s chews slowed.

“You... feel solid. I know I can trust you to... to tell me what you think... but.. also to be kind. I don’t know what other people want from me, but I know you just want another person. And... you’re very open in terms of what that person can be.” 

“Well I can tell you you don’t need to be Dolly Parton to win me over,” said McCree with a shrug and another bite of his food.

Echo giggled again and McCree swallowed.

“I’m still not sure if I’m doing this right,” said Echo, smiling down at her own hologram food. 

“Eh, you don’t really think of it in terms of ‘doing it right’--it’s mostly just about both of you having a good time. And trust me, you’re a better date than a lot that I’ve had,” said McCree with a snicker, “I just hope I’m doing it right too, y’know? It’s a lot of pressure, being anyone’s first date.”

“Oh!” Echo perked up, “I never thought of it that way....”

“Am I doing it right?” said McCree with a slight lopsided smile.

“Hmm...” Echo seemed to genuinely and very seriously ponder this.

“Oh come on, you’re making me nervous!” said McCree.

“Current assessments are... positive,” said Echo, “More data may be necessary to confirm any findings I’ve drawn thus far. We may have to do this again. An experiment is useless unless you can replicate its results”

“So... second date then?” said McCree, “That’s generally considered a good sign.”

“Oh! So I’m good at this!” said Echo.

“Sure are,” said McCree with a snicker.

Echo beamed. 

“Think we might have to do something other than dinner next time, though. I think if we try to get Genji in a waiter outfit again, he may actually kill me.”

“I estimate by his hormone levels and body temperature that there is an 89% likelihood of that occurring, yes,” said Echo. They both laughed for a little bit, and as the giggles died down Echo tilted her head. “So... you’ve been on bad dates?”

“Oh, terrible dates--but I don’t want to bore you---”

“It could be very useful data!” said Echo with that same brightness Liao had shown when she saw McCree being nervous.

McCree rubbed his chin. “Well... there’s a couple funny stories....”

-----

McCree was humming when he arrived in the Blackwatch sector later that night, bobbing his head and shoulders a bit with his humming as he loosened his bolo tie and took off his hat.

“Sounds like someone had a good time,” Reyes was seated in front of Blackwatch’s main monitor, mindlessly leafing through some paperwork.

McCree barely interrupted his own humming with an “Mm-hmm” as he kept walking past. 

“Reyes, you really must find a way to end Blackwatch’s suspension, or I fear he’ll romance one of the custodian’s vacuuming bots, next,” said Moira, leaning against the desk next to Reyes.

“Eh, if it means getting Genji in a bowtie again...” Reyes shrugged.

“You will never get me in a bowtie again,” Genji seethed from a shadowed corner.

“You asked for a mission--” Reyes started, but cut himself off as the three of them watched McCree continue to walk and hum down to his own quarters.

“...by god, I think he actually had a good time,” Reyes said quietly.

“Madness is setting in,” Moira mused.

“We need to get out in the field again,” Genji said, his voice tense.

“Or maybe you just need a date,” said Reyes shrugging. Reyes heard the audible click of the shuriken plate on Genji’s arm as Genji’s shoulders tensed up. “...or not.”

[imaginetonyandbucky]

(Give Me A) Reason To Live

Chapter 4

by @dracusfyre

Suddenly Tony felt as if he was 18 again, scared and alone, staring at Stane over kitchen table while his parents were laid out at the local morgue. His fingers went numb and he dropped the suit case at his feet, acutely aware of the pistol in Stane’s hand. It was currently resting on the table but definitely pointed right at Tony. “Come on in,” Stane said when it was clear that Tony couldn’t find anything to say. “You know, you’ve got a lot to answer for you fucking brat.” He gestured with the pistol towards the chair across from him. “Sit. You're a hard man to get alone these days, Tony. I’m going to guess that Barnes and Rogers are long gone, am I right? Probably had a real heartfelt reunion after that shit you pulled in New York. Are they planning to come back here or have they run off together?”

“I don’t know,” Tony said as he came closer, his knees going weak and dropping him into the chair. He was pathetically grateful that his voice was even, though his limbs felt like ice. God, he prayed that they would just disappear together, but they’d made a plan and he knew James would stick to the plan, even if he was walking right into a trap.

Stane just laughed. “You’ve turned into quite a liar, Tony. Once upon a time I thought you were too chicken shit to try to lie to me. But it doesn’t matter, they’re not here right now and that’s what matters. You’re all alone, Tony. Just me and you.”

“What do you want?” He wanted to ask how did you find me? but it felt too much like begging, and he refused to do that again.

“You know what I want,” Stane said. He gestured towards the suit still sitting in the open doorway. “I saw all the ones downstairs, too. Impressive. A lot better than what Hydra has, though you made sure of that, didn’t you?”

Here it was again, Stane’s twisted game of cat and mouse conversation, full of traps for the unwary. Fear was still a rock in his stomach, but anger made his hands ball into fists. “Get to the point, Stane,” Tony snarled. Stane was sitting in James’ chair, in their kitchen, their home, and that felt like an unendurable violation.

The affable grin fell from Stane’s face like the mask it was. “The point is, your little jaunt here is over. You’re coming with me, and when Barnes and Rogers show up, Hydra will be waiting for them. You’ve cost me a lot with your little stunts – the faked death, putting Potts in charge, even trying to set your friend Rhodes against us – but you’re going to help me earn it all back now.” Stane took a syringe out of his pocket and pulled the cap off before setting it on the table between them. “Inject yourself with this.”

“The hell I will,” Tony said.

“Inject yourself with this, or I shoot you,” Stane said, waving the pistol a little as if Tony had forgotten about it.

But living with James had done many things, and one of them was to make Tony a lot less afraid of people waving pistols around. Moving slowly, like a man twice his age, Tony picked up the syringe and dropped it on the floor, crushing it with the leg of his chair. “Then fucking shoot me,” he snarled.

“You little pissant-” Stane growled. As Tony had hoped, he lunged over the table to grab him; Stane had always liked using his hands to punish Tony, and this time was no different. Except that this time, Tony wasn’t just scared: he was mad, and he was ready.

Tony shoved himself out of Stane’s reach by putting his feet on the table and kicking it hard; as he’d hoped, it pushed him backwards and also drove the table into Stane’s stomach, knocking him off balance. As Stane grunted with pain, Tony went for the gun, twisting it out of Stane’s meaty hand just as James had taught him. Stane grabbed his arm with his other hand, but Tony swung at his head with the butt of the pistol. Flinching backward, Stane lost his grip and Tony took two big steps back out of his reach, leveling the pistol at him. Stane had been with Hydra for decades but had never bothered learning how to really defend himself, too confident that he was smarter and stronger than everyone else. Tony, on the other hand, had been living with James for almost a year and had used that time wisely.

Stane took one look at him, both hands steady on the pistol, and laughed. “You know this won’t end here,” he sneered. “Cut off one head and-”

Tony cut him off by shooting him in the chest twice, one-two in quick succession; another lesson from James. Stane’s face went slack and he swayed against the table, sliding it across the floor with a screech as he slowly went to his knees, then slumped to the ground. It wasn’t a slow death, but it wasn’t particularly fast, either, and Tony stood over him and watched until the last breath went out of him.

Once he realized that Stane was dead, really dead, the shock hit, and he barely managed to get to a chair before his legs gave out again. He swallowed thickly against nausea as his empty stomach threatened to rebel and concentrating on breathing, in through his nose and out through his mouth, until he felt like he could stand. He made his way around Stane’s body and got a can of soda from the fridge, chugging it for the caffeine and sugar and holding the cold can against the back of his neck until the shakiness subsided. He gave himself ten minutes more to freak the fuck out, then splashed water on his face and got to work.

“JARVIS, did Stane come alone?” Tony asked as he searched Stane’s pocket, finding another needle, his wallet, and his phone. He hadn’t noticed anyone on his way in, but he had also been too exhausted to remember to scan the area before he landed.

“Stane approached alone and on foot,” JARVIS said. “So far I have detected no unusual activity along the perimeter.”

Tony sat back on his heels and thought about that. Had Stane really thought that he could take Tony, James, and Steve back to Hydra by himself? Impossible. Syringes indicated that he had planned to keep Tony sedated for a while, but not for long enough for Steve and James to get here from New York.

A ping from Stane’s phone pulled him from his thoughts. Tony had to use Stane’s thumb to unlock it, but it was a coded message. Tony sat back on his heels as he puzzled it out, then he slumped against the cabinets as he figured it out. ETA 0900Z 2HAT4STR. “Fuck.” He had – he glanced up at the display on the microwave – 6 hours to get ready before Hydra descended on the cabin. That explained a lot; Stane had likely gambled on Tony getting back here first with the suit and planned to take him in alone, then leave Steve and James to Hydra’s ambush.

“Arrogant fuck,” he muttered. He and James had planned for this, over and over and over, so Tony knew exactly what he needed to do next, but first he was going to get this man’s corpse out of his kitchen.

As Bucky pulled into the driveway of the cabin three days almost to the hour of setting eyes on Steve, he could only sit in the car for a long moment and stare at the scene in front of him.

“This is the guy you’ve been telling me about?” Steve said after a long moment, pointing to Tony in his suit, and James could only nod. “Are there normally this many dead people around your house?”

“No, that’s new,” James said as Tony dropped the body he’d been carrying and waved at them. They both climbed out of the car and looked at the massacre around the cabin. “What the hell, Tony?” James said. “What happened?”

“Well, Hydra happened,” Tony said as if it should be obvious. He took off his helmet, hair adorably mussed, and nudged a body with the toe of his boot. “I got back here and Stane was waiting for me, then these guys showed up.”

“Wait, Stane?” Tony nodded. James scanned Tony's face, relieved that he seemed fine. “Then, what...at least two Hydra Strike teams? And you killed them all?” James scanned the cabin and surrounding forest and noticed a thin trail of smoke in the trees. “What’s that?”

Tony followed his gaze and frowned. “Shit, I thought I had put that fire out. That was a helicopter. There’s another one somewhere over there,” he said, gesturing towards the west. “I wanted to have it all cleaned up by the time you guys got here, but I got tired of digging holes.” Just then Tony must have noticed that Steve was staring at him because he held out a hand, still in the suit. “Hi. I’m Tony Stark.”

“Steve Rogers,” Steve said, shaking the gauntleted hand with the barest hesitation. “Bucky has told me a lot about you.”

“Same,” Tony said, flashing a grin. James realized he was staring; something about Tony had changed since they’d last seen each other. He seemed lighter, his smile brighter. James wanted to feel that smile against his mouth and was swaying towards him when Tony turned away. “Come on inside, the inside is clean. Though that took a while, too. ” Tony stepped out of the suit and led the way to the cabin while James gave up counting the bodies after he got to a dozen.

“I like him,” Steve said as they followed him. “I can definitely tell it’s Howard’s kid though.”

Tony told the story as he scraped together some spaghetti and baked some garlic bread from the freezer. The strike teams had assaulted the cabin in the middle of the night and had, fortunately, not been expecting resistance. “We had assumed that they wouldn’t do an air assault because they would get caught on radar, but I guess they had a way around that,” Tony said with a shrug. “But it’s fine. The suits have a sentinel mode where they shoot anything that moves, so they took care of the ground team while I took care of the helicopters.”

“Nice work,” James managed, which was horribly inadequate but he was so turned on right now that he couldn’t think of anything better to say. Seeing in Tony in action had always had that effect on him, and it had only gotten worse with time. Thankfully, Tony didn’t notice, but judging from his smirk, Steve knew James’ predicament and thought it was hilarious. James kicked him under the table.

“Thanks,” Tony said with wry smile, which didn’t do anything to help James’ situation. “But I don’t know if we can stay here, now that Hydra knows where we are.”

“I think we are safe for tonight, at least,” Steve offered. “If they sent two helicopter strike teams and no one came back, they are going to think of a new plan before coming in again.” James nodded helpfully and tried to focus on the spaghetti so he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

Tony was finished eating first, as usual, so he took the first shower while James and Steve polished off the pot of spaghetti.

“Guess I should have known you were sweet on him, since you had so much to say about him,” Steve said with a low voice when they heard the shower start. His mouth was ticked up at the corners in a way that was achingly familiar, and looking at it, James was swamped by how glad he was to have him back. “I haven’t seen you like this with anyone since Dot.”

James shrugged self-consciously, feeling like maybe his face was hot. “Don’t think he’s interested though.”

“What makes you say that?” Steve asked curiously.

James stabbed at his spaghetti. “I’ve been trying to flirt with him for months now, and he hasn’t taken me up on it. I didn’t want to push too hard and make it weird, so I backed off.” Steve made a noise at that, and James narrowed his eyes at him. “What?” Steve just shook his head and shoveled a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth instead of saying anything. “I know that noise. Out with it.”

“Just remembering how much you heckled me about not giving up on Peggy,” Steve said, swallowing as James menaced him with a fork. The mention of Peggy’s name made a shadow flash over Steve’s face and he looked down at his plate. “Don’t waste the time you have if you might be able to get what you want.”

They both went back to their food and then Steve helped James wash and dry the dishes; by the time they were done, Tony was out of the shower, pink-cheeked from the heat. His hair was curling over his forehead and there was still water on his eyelashes, and Steve took one look at James’ face and hastily claimed the shower next.

James poured Tony a cup of coffee – Tony technically liked an espresso after dinner, but James hadn’t mastered the fancy machine in the corner of the kitchen yet – and sat down with him at the table.

Tony took a sip of coffee and looked like he was bracing himself for something. “So I guess this is where talk about we splitting up,” Tony said in a rush, staring down at his mug.

James’ stomach dropped. Whatever he had expected Tony to say, it wasn’t that. “Split up? Why?”

“Well, I mean, you’ve have Steve now, so…” Tony trailed off and James just raised an eyebrow.

“So…” He prompted.

“So you two will want to be together.”

“Since when are two people better than three-oh.“ James barked out a surprised laugh as he realized what Tony was trying to say. “Steve and I aren’t together. I mean, we make a good team, but we’re not…no.”

“Really? I mean, you were telling me all those stories about the stuff you two did together,” Tony started, then trailed off when must have realized he was basically trying to argue with James about whether he and Steve were a couple.

“It wasn’t like that. I’m not interested in him,” James said, looking at Tony meaningfully.

“Okay,” Tony said cautiously. “That’s…good.”

James sighed and went for broke. “Let me say that again. I’m not interested in him.”

“Oh.” Now Tony looked confused, so James waited for that big brain of his to circle around to the obvious. “Wait, you mean me?”

James bit back a curse and the urge to bang his head on the table. Thank God Steve was in the shower or he’d be laughing his ass off. “Yes, you. You sound like that’s hard to believe.”

“But you…really?”

“Really,” James said. “For a few months now, even. Why did you think I would take so many opportunities to be naked in front of you? I wasn’t raised in a barn.”

Tony paused and James could practically see the past few months rearranging themselves in his head. “For few months? Since when?”

 James sighed and pressed his fingers to his eyes. “You had just made dinner one night and you were clearly pleased with yourself, but it was horrible. You seemed so disappointed that I made myself eat my whole plate and got seconds so you would stop looking sad. Since then.”

Tony blinked rapidly. “Oh, yeah, that fucking pot roast. But that was months ago!”

“That’s what I just said!”

“Why didn’t you say anything? I’ve been over here -” Tony bit his lip against whatever he was going to say and James saw his face get red.

“Yeah?” James felt a smile bloom on his face and the tension drained from him as a giddy feeling bubbled in his chest. “Been over there, what, Tony?” But Tony just shook his head stubbornly, face still red. “Fine, I’ll go first. I’ve been over here making you breakfast every morning because you stay up too late working and I worry about you.” James leaned forward and kept his eyes on Tony’s face as he took his hand, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. “I’ve been over here taking you out to the woods because you like to look at the stars but for some reason you won’t go outside to look at them by yourself. And I’ve been over here looking for excuses to touch you because I want you so much that sometimes I can’t think straight when you’re around. How's that for saying something.”

Tony’s smile was blinding, brown eyes dancing. “I didn’t take you for a poet, James,” he said teasingly, and James hooked a finger in his shirt and started pulling him closer.

“Just get over here and fucking kiss me already,” James said, and Tony did.

[xiaojusaur]

Pairing: NCT Jeno x Reader

Genre: Smut | Fluff

Warnings: Highschool AU, fingering, oral (receiving), protected sex, virgin reader, dirty talk

Word Count: 9.1K

Description: The cheerleaders' team and the dance team unite to make a historic presentation at a basketball game, that’s how you meet Jeno, the highschool cutie. You refuse to fall for his charms so you two become best friends instead. One day, you both let your feelings take over you and that’s when you discover you need him more than anything.

Whoever said being cheerleader was going to be a fun experience and that you don’t require any special traits, just a pretty face, was definitely lying. 

The game season was near and the basketball team needed your full support. This year they had practiced hard and seemed prepared to win. You were all positive for this season.

As part of a new dynamic, the dance team and the cheerleaders united to create new choreographies and have a better impact on the public. Also to hype the basketball team more. 

At first, it was all awkward to practice with new people, as you had to trust new guys to hold you or to throw you, but you built that trust with time. Soon you made new friends, apart from Glow who was always drooling over Renjun from the dance team, or Emerald who was always dying while looking at the dance team coach, Jaehyun, who was a college student. He was pretty hot, no lie.

You then realized you were in the same classes with some of the dance team guys, for example, cutie Jeno. He was in your math class but you’ve never seen him before. He had a cute face and seemed to be so shy that sometimes his head and personality didn’t seem to belong to his body. He was buff, his biceps were so big and his legs were so strong. Every time he flexed, his muscled would mark under his skin. In conclusion, he was hot.

He quickly became your friend for some reason. He started to tease you jokingly plus he was the one that the cheer captain assigned to be your partner. The first time you shared was on a Friday after practice. Some girls from the dance team invited you to grab some burgers and shakes, and he went with his group of friends. After you practically pushed Glow to finally talk with Renjun, Jeno tried to drink your milkshake, which resulted in a french fry war between you two. Then, the next Monday, you noticed he was in the same Math classroom. He sat by your side and since then he’s always bothering you. 

Though it came as a benefit for you since you weren’t that good in Math but he was, so he helped you a lot. You became good friends thanks to the time you shared together. Your friend Glow insisted he liked you but you always said that wasn´t true. You could never imagine Jeno liking you. He was like super popular and super hot while you were you, a potato in the cheerleaders' team.

Here you were at the school cafeteria, surrounded by a bunch of idiots who were laughing and making jokes as they ate. Being friends with Jeno came with a package called “his friends”. They called themselves the Dreamies since “ they were every girl’s dream”. Kinda lame but if they think that... Anyways, they were fun to be with.

“Guys! My parents are gonna be traveling this weekend. You know what that means, right?” said Haechan while chewing a piece of chicken.

“That we can hang out in your house till late?” innocent Chenle said with his eyes full of excitement.

“No! It means I’m throwing a party!” Haechan raised his arms in celebration with fork in hand.

“Oh yes!!!” All the guys started making noises, they were excited. 

Haechan was a senior so he was kinda wilder than the others. Though, most of them had their hormones out of control. Like Jaemin for example, he got a boner in the middle of the basketball practice. Everyone saw it but they played it cool and he was as if that was normal. Apart from the Dreamies making fun of him, nobody else mentioned anything. Probably it had to be with him seeing a peek under a cheerleader skirt. Yeah, he was that desperate to get laid, and yeah, he was hot as fuck, but it was that same desperation that scared girls away. From what you got to see he wasn’t bad... AT ALL!

“Maybe this time Y/N will join us,” Haechan interrupted your daydreaming moment. 

“Huh?” you looked at him confused.

“Will you party with us this time or are you gonna look for another excuse as always?” He was totally judging you because you always bailed on them when it had to do with parties.

“I will think about my excuse and let you know later,” you said winking at him.

“Come on! Our parties are fun!” said Jeno while throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Please! What do you do? Drink beer which is the only thing your body can bear and get laid with random highschool girls? No thanks!” you said as you took his arm and placed it back on his thigh.

“It should be fun! Maybe Jeno can finally get laid,” said Jaemin as he started laughing hysterically. Jeno hit his side so hard he was holding it but never stopped laughing. 

“What are you talking about, Na Jaemin? You haven’t stuck that D in any P yet,” Jeno threw his comeback. 

“But at least I have thought about it!” At this point, Jaemin was crying with laughter.

They were so awkward sometimes. You couldn’t imagine them at college when they get that kind of freedom. “Oh God, can’t you go a day without talking about getting laid or thinking about pussy? You guys are sick!” you said acting disgusted. 

“Hey! Jaemin started it!” Jeno defended himself. 

“Anyways, I’m going to the library. I need to finish homework before the practice or else I’ll never do it,” you said as you stood from the table.

“I’ll accompany you, I might need to do the same,” Jeno said following you.

“I’ll be meeting with Glow there,” you explained.

“Does that mean you don”t want me there?” he made puppy eyes.

“I mean, you can come but there’s gonna be a lot of girl talk in the process,” you joked. 

“I don’t mind. I wanna know the tea,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“We gonna talk with code names anyways, you wouldn’t know.”

“Fine then, I’ll decode it!”

“Ugh! You’re so annoying sometimes!” you rolled your eyes and kept walking. 

Jeno didn’t go with you, he just did it to annoy you because he knows what ticks you off and he likes using it to his favor. 

“Gosh! Could you be more obvious?” said Chenle while chewing his food.

“What do you mean?” asked Jeno confused.

“You’re head over heels for Y/N.”

“No, I’m not! I just like her. I’m sure that’s gonna be over soon,” he whined.

“Sure Jen,” uttered Jaemin.

“You shut up!” Jeno threatened him. “That was so embarrassing! She’s gonna think the worst now!”

“As if it wasn’t true! You’re dying to try that V,” his evil smile painted his face. 

“I’m not you!”

“Shut up, you virgin!” Typical of Jaemin, calling everyone a virgin when he was the biggest virgin himself.

You got to the library and Glow was already there working hard. 

“I’m here! Gosh!” you said agitated as you placed your books on the table. “Those guys are so weird, I needed an escape.”

She laughed and asked, “What happened now?”

“They are having a party this weekend because Haechan’s parents are gonna be out. They invited me again, but you know, I don’t party,” you opened the notebook.

“We should go though! That’s my chance to get Renjun!!” She said a little too loud for the library and people quickly started to shhh.

“Oh yeah, and then you’ll leave me alone for Renjun’s ass. What about me?!” you said acting betrayed.

“One gotta do what one gotta do! I need to get that D!” she was passionate about it. “Besides, you got Jeno, I’m sure he won’t leave you alone.”

“He is a guy! He’s probably gonna be smooching a hoe in a corner,” you said in disbelief.

“Oh please! Y/N, he’s into you. If anyone’s gonna be in that corner is gonna be you,” she wasn’t gonna surrender easily.

“I don’t think he likes me that way,” you rolled your eyes.

“You’re right. He likes you in all ways and all positions!” she started laughing.

“GLOW!” you gasped.

“Okay, let’s do something. If Jeno texts you in 10 minutes or less we’ll have to go to that party. If he doesn’t, I’ll go alone anyway, because I’m not wasting my opportunity of getting Renjun. Deal?” She raised her pinky expecting you to make a pinky promise.

You rolled your eyes and gave her your pinky too, “Fine!”

“That’s also gonna prove that he’s whipped for you,” she smiled acting cute and innocent. THIS SNAKE! 

A few minutes later your phone vibrated and you were nervous about looking at the screen, so you ignored it. After a few minutes, it vibrated again so your friend said with a smirk, “Are you gonna get that?”

“No, I’m busy,” you pretended you were reading.

“Bullshit! It’s Jeno, right?” a laugh was starting to form on her face.

“I haven’t looked! I don’t want to!” You threw your phone inside your backpack.

“CHEATER!!!” Glow screeched and everyone in the library shooshed.

“Oh my God, you’re embarrassing me here, please stop,” you giggled nervously.

“Hah! There’s no way you’ll get your ass out of this one now,” she chuckled. 

“What?” you were confused.

“Does your phone bites?” you heard Jeno’s voice coming from behind you. You closed your eyes, pursed your lips and heavy breathed because, shit! This was unfortunate. You looked back and said, “I did tell you I was gonna do homework, so I’m kinda busy here”.

“Anyways,” he said as he pulled a chair and sat with his chest against the back of the chair, his strong arms leaning on the edge. Gosh! Was he attractive! “I was asking if I should wait for you when we’re out of the practice.”

“I don’t know. If you want,” you said not looking at him, distracted with your homework.

You heard Glo fake coughing. You knew what that meant. 

“Nothing special, just thought I could accompany you home since I’ll be staying at Haechanie’s house to help him with a project, and since he lives near you well...” he explained.

“Sure,” you nodded.

“You can stay at her house if you want,” said Glow smiling evilly. You shot her with a killer glare, how dare she?!

“No you can’t, my dad would kill you,” you assured him.

He followed your friend’s game, “I can always climb or jump from your window”.

“Only if you’re suicidal that is,” you pointed out and they both started laughing.

The bell indicating that lunch was over rang and you all ran to your classrooms.

The practice went pretty normal, you danced, you flew, you made joked with everyone till it was time to go. You went to change to the lockers and went out along with Glow. 

When you opened the door, Jeno was there leaning on a wall, looking sexier than ever. He had a white sleeveless shirt and his hair was wet, brushed back except for a few strands that hanged to his forehead.

It hit you that you were finding him attractive lately and you didn’t like that. You swore to yourself you weren’t going to date anyone from there, less one of the most popular boys in school. But now you were seeing why every girl there drooled over him. He was doing nothing in particular, just looking at his phone yet he was impressive.

“Hi stupid,” you greeted him.

“Ah, so you’re finally out. I thought you were getting ready to go partying,” he said sarcastically.

“No, but I had to take off the sweat, you know,” you mocked back.

“Unless you like them salty,” your friend said being evil.

Your eyes widened and you hit her arm, but she just started laughing.

“Anyways, should we go?” you suggested.

“Sure, let’s go,” he beckoned you with his head.

“See you tomorrow, Glow,” you said goodbye to your friend.

He walked to the parking lot and for a moment you were confused until he said, “Oh yeah, I got a car now.” You were frozen, you were about to be in the same car with Jeno! These bitches could never!

“Cool! Please don’t kidnap me,” you said jokingly.

There was a black sporty car and he pressed the keys to unlock it.

“Damn it, I was plotting it,” he said laughing as he got into the car. When he saw you were outside not daring to open the door to get in, he asked, “Are you planning to walk or something?”

“I might,” you said finally opening the door. 

It smelled like new car, it still had the plastics on the seats. “This is nice,” you said, eyeing everything around.

“Thanks,” he said as he started the car. “My parents bought it for me since I have to go to practice, to the games, and so on... they don’t want to take me anymore,” he explained.

“I wish my parents were like that,” you rolled your eyes, implying he was spoiled.

“What does that mean?!” He gasped.

“That you’re a spoiled baby,” you pointed out.

“Whatever you say,” he dismissed you.

He looked hot while driving. Something so basic was turning you on, what the hell? But it was the way his fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel and how his arm veins popped.

You arrived home quickly since you didn’t live that far from school.

“See ya tomorrow,” he said goodbye.

“Yeah, thanks for driving me here. You’re the best!” You smiled.

“I know,” he could be so cocky sometimes.

“Oh, I take that back. You’re the worst!” You joked.

You got out of the car and ran to the entrance of your house, he pulled the window down and shouted, “You know that’s not true!”

You widened your eyes and shooshed him. Your dad must have heard that.

The day of the party you were full of anxiety all day. To relieve some stress you practiced harder even the cheer captain was impressed with your work. 

When it was time to go home, Glow walked with you since that was the excuse so their parents would let her go to the party. She was supposed to stay in your house, but if the plans went well, she would probably go with Renjun.

You girls got ready and by 9PM were about to walk to Haechan’s house. 

“How do I look?” Glow asked looking herself in the mirror.

“Smokin’ hot,” you replied.

“Do you think Renjun would look at me?” she sat on your bed.

“Totally! Look at you!! You look great!” 

You still thought it wasn’t a good idea to come to this party, but dream boy Jeno invited you and apparently if you said no, your friend would kill you, so you decided to wear your best mini skirt and walked over there. 

Your friend quickly spotted Renjun so she walked to him casually, leaving you by yourself.

At first, you couldn’t find Jeno between all the people in such a tiny house, but he found you just when you were thinking of turning around and returning home.  

“Hey! You came!” He looked so excited it ignited a spark inside you.

“Yeah! I mean, you guys invited me, right?” You gave him a half-smile. 

“You don’t look like you’re having fun. Let’s get you a drink to set up the mood!” He shouted over the deafening music. 

He grabbed you by the wrist and guided you to the kitchen. There were couples in every corner on your way, each of them with their tongue down the other’s throat. Teenagers were so weird, so full of lust and energy. You sometimes wondered if you really were one of them. 

Jeno brought you back to reality handing you a beer. “Here, let’s start up with this.” He opened it for you. You barely drank, heck! You barely even go to parties! But you played it cool and took it, giving it a sip fast quickly. 

Alone with Jeno here, you could appreciate him better. He was wearing black jeans and a black button shirt. His freshly dyed black hair was brushed back slightly, exposing his powerful eyebrows and his forehead. He really was sexy! 

While you were checking him out unconsciously, Haechan arrived at the kitchen and was chatting with him. 

“Oh! Hey! You are here! Welcomed! Is Jeno taking good care of you?” You just nodded in response. 

“Good! If he treats you badly you have my permission to hit him.” 

You laughed and said, “Will do!”

“‘Kay! Imma be around! See ya later!”

The party got more fun between dancing with Jeno and the drinks you two had. He was a great dancer, you could feel it on his hips that at the moment we’re grinding on you on a dirty dance. His hands were holding you tightly as if he was scared that you were gonna run away. 

You were more surprised with yourself because you were actually dancing with him. It must be the few drinks you had. 

When the song finished you quickly moved to the kitchen, trying to get some air from the heat of the events and to make you come into sense. But Jeno followed you there, you couldn’t escape him now.

Nobody was paying attention, you had the kitchen for yourselves. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked concerned.

“Oh, yeah yeah! I just needed some air. Too many people around me can be... overwhelming,” you explained.

“I totally getchu.” There was a brief moment of silence with just the music on the back. He noticed you were starting to feel uncomfortable. “Do you wanna go home? I can take you.” He offered.

“It’s okay! I don’t wanna interrupt your partying, but I do wanna go. I think I’m not that used to go to parties, I’m sorry,” you looked down to your shoes.

“Hey, it’s fine. Not all of us like the same stuff. If that were the case then everything would be boring.” He took your chin between his fingers and raised your head to make you look at him. 

You smiled at his response. You never thought of him as a romantic.

“I’ll take you home. I can always come back.” He gave you the sweet eye smile that always kills you without him knowing it. 

You didn’t live far either so you wouldn’t be taking much of his time.  

You texted Glow: “Hey, I’m going home. I don’t feel so well. Jeno is gonna take me so don’t worry. Hope you’re having fun! If anything goes wrong, call me, I’ll come to get you.”

When you got home, he parked in front of the house. Before you went out he talked: It was nice partying with you. You are fun.”

You smiled and said, “Aww, you’re fun too! Thanks for inviting me and for bringing me home.” 

He just hummed. You were about to get off again but he just locked the doors. “Jeno! Come on! Let me go!” You hit him playfully.

“No.” He looked into your eyes with a different look now. 

“Why not? My parents are gonna kill me! Come on!”

“Not before doing this.” He didn’t even let you process the expression, his lips crashed on yours, leaving you alarmed. But then you relaxed and kissed him back. 

His lips were so soft, and boy! Was he good with that tongue that quickly invaded your mouth, tangling with yours. 

As if this wasn’t the first time you did this, you followed your instincts and jumped to his side, straddling him. WHAT WERE YOU DOING?! Your mind was telling you to stop, but your body was telling you to proceed. 

He hummed in pleasure of what you did. One hand was pulling you closer by the waist while the other fidgeted with something on the side of the seat until you noticed what he was doing. He pulled back the seat, leaving you completely over him without stopping from kissing. 

Now his hands were on the back of your thighs, caressing and traveling under your skirt to grab your butt. He pulled back a little to get some air and he took a moment to say, “Fuck, baby, I didn’t know you were this wild.”

“I didn’t know it either,” you replied with a groggy voice.

He started kissing your neck, weak spot alert! You hissed and grabbed his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly to run your hands on his torso. You were greeted by a toned body and a couple of strong abs. 

“Oh baby, you’re this eager?” He said between a moan and a huff. His hand on your buttock started to play with the hem of your panties. 

Your mind ran wild with options. You imagined his fingers deep inside you and started to get aroused by the idea. 

“What if I fingered you right here, in front of your house? Hmm? Your parents must be waiting for you. What if they open a window and see us here? What is their innocent baby girl doing with a guy in a car? Hmmm?” 

The idea was appealing, you wanted him everywhere. You whimpered in response.

“Has someone else touched you like this before?” He asked this while his hand snaked under your skirt, inside your panties. You were eager to feel. Nobody has touched you like this before. 

“Hmm? Do I have the honors of premiering your body?” He smirked, you hated how right he was. And he knew because you were so responsive to every touch. He pushed you a little so he was laying on the seat but you were sitting on his lap, this way he had better access to your heat. 

Looking at you directly in the eyes, his fingers pushed your panties to the side and his middle finger slid right between your folds, he was so skilled! 

“Oh my god...” you said in a breathy moan. He gave you a loop sided smile and then started to move his finger in a circular motion, so slow it burned but it felt so good. “God,” he groaned, “you’re so wet it slides so easily, baby.” His bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Why does he have to be so sexy?! You responded with a moan. He then inserted a finger in your entrance, like testing how was everything down there. The stretch, even though it wasn’t much, bothered you a little. “Mmmm.... so tight. I bet this hole is so closed, just for me to stretch.” You weren’t used to this dirty talk but you discovered you were really into it. He was moving his finger inside you, so deep, your eyes wanted to roll back. It was a great feeling. “Fuck... Jeno, you’re great with those fingers! Ah!” You moaned in desperation. What was this? You wanted some form of release you couldn’t comprehend. You started moving your hips trying to reach what you were yearning for. “Do you like it?” He panted. “Shit! I love it! Please don’t stop!” You threw your head back, but then your butt pressed the horn of the car and you both froze in place. After the long silence, he started laughing uncontrollably and you did the same. “I think Imma have to stop. Your parents can come out at any minute so...” He returned the back of the seat to its place and you jumped to the passenger seat. “Yeah... umm... thanks for bringing me home and for accompanying me at the party, I really appreciate it,” you said while fixing yourself a little. “It was great, we should hang out sometime,” he smiled and he got off the car to open your door. He walked you to the door. You looked and him, and he looked at you. You felt a magnetic force pulling you closer and when you were about to kiss, your dad opened the door, which caused you two to jump and smile. “Hello, you two! I thought I heard something outside,” your dad said smiling. “I’ll... see you at school, thanks for bringing me home,” you hugged Jeno and he did the same. When you closed the door your dad was looking at you expectantly. “What?” You said holding a laugh. “Nothing. I’ll just pretend I didn’t see that,” he said laughing. “What?!” “How you were about to kiss. It was hilarious to see you two jump.” “Dad! You’re evil!” He shouted from the kitchen, “That’s my job as a dad!” You ran up the stairs to your room. You jumped to the bed to process everything that happened. What was that? You didn’t know, all you knew was that you wanted more.

The next day you woke up to see some texts from Glow:

“Bitch!! The plan is working!!!”

“OH SHIT WE GOING HOME!!!”

“We gotta talk about this!!! I need you first thing in the morning!”

You had a text from Jeno too. Seeing his name on the screen made your stomach jump:

“Hey, I hope you can sleep tight, I just wanted to let you know that it was fun. I’m sorry if I stepped off boundaries. We need to talk so whenever you have time please text me. I’ll pick you up.”

That last part, in particular, made your head spin considering what happened in his car last night. 

You replied to Glow first: “Where are you? Are you alive?”

She answered almost instantly: “At Haechan’s, wbu?”

“I’m home. Can you walk? xD”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! OF COURSE I CAN!”

“Then get your ass here! Hurry! My parents aren’t here!”

A few minutes later you head knocking on the door so you ran downstairs. When you opened the door there she was, a whole mess but with a great glow. She was happy.

You ran upstairs again so she could fix herself a little. Once Glow was relaxed she gave you details of what happened with Renjun. But then, she asked what happened with Jeno, “So! Your text included that Jeno brought you here... did anything happened?” She was looking at you expectantly.

“Uhh.... no?” you hesitated.

“You don’t sound so sure... SPILL IT!” gosh! was she loud!

You rolled your eyes and said, “Fine! So we kissed...”

She didn’t even let you finish and she screeched, “FINALLY!!!!”

The smirk on your face gave that it was more and she understood, “OH?! There’s more?!”

“Yes, there is. But if you don’t let me finish I won’t tell you,” you warned her.

“Okay, sorry...”

“So we kissed... and something more,” you started laughing.

“Oh come on! I told you everything!!! Now is your turn!” She hit you.

“Okay... so we... oh my god this is so embarrassing...” you covered your face with your pillow.

“JUST TELL ME!!!! I GAVE YOU DETAILS!” Glow was desperate.

“Okay, so we did stuff but not the WHOLE stuff, you know what I mean?” 

“So you sucked his D?” she was so explicit sometimes.

“No! He just did stuff with his hand, but then my dumbass leaned back and honked with my butt, so we panicked and we couldn’t finish,” you did a pouty face.

“OH?! So you wanted more!” She jumped on the mattress. 

“Yeah? Kinda...” you blushed.

“I mean, you can have a dick appointment. You just gotta tell him ‘Baby, I wanna finish what we started’. I’m sure he won’t say no.”

You told her about the text message and she went wild. She gathered up her stuff and went home quickly so you could talk with Jeno as soon as possible.

He came to pick you up at 4PM, you were nervous about what were you gonna talk about. What would you say?

As soon as you got in the car you could feel the tension. You both were silent, as neither of you wanted to break the ice.

He seemed to be driving without destination, probably waiting for you to say something. You decided you couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

“So....” you threw in the air to start any convo.

“Yeah?” You could see his hands tighten the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“To a park nearby, I feel we’re gonna be relaxed there,” he assured.

“Okay.... So? Did you go back to the party?” You wondered since Glow didn’t mention him there.

“No, I went home. I- I was tired...” he stuttered. Was he lying?

“Oh... alright.”

“Did your dad said anything?” That was a weird question.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “he actually opened the door on purpose to interrupt us, you know.... dads things.”

Jeno chuckled but said nothing else.

When you got to the park you both started walking around in silence again, until he couldn’t anymore.

“So... about what happened last night... I wanted to apologize if I crossed any boundaries between us... It must’ve been the alcohol,” he explained, looking for an excuse.

“Jeno, it’s okay. I...” you stopped for a moment looking for the right words, “I kinda liked it.”

You saw his eyes widen so you quickly explained, “I kinda started it. I don’t kmow what happened to me either, but I also apologize if I made you think something wrong. I’m totally fine if you decide we should stop talking...”

“Are you insane?!” He interrupted you. “Why would I stop talking to you? That was... fine.”

“It was...?” You asked unsure.

“Being honest here, I liked it.” He confessed.

“Alright then,” you shrugged.

“You’re a naughty girl!” He quickly blamed you.

“I never said I was a saint,” you smirked.

“Oh? Well judging from what I know, I thought you were a prude.”

You gasped, “Oh no! Did I disappointed you? I’m sorry,” you said sarcastically.

“Not at all, conversely... I’m interested,” he wiggled his eyebrows, getting closer to you.

You pushed him away, “Fuck you!”

“You wish baby,” he pulled you closer to him by the waist. You tried to break free but he just held you tighter.

“So... what are we gonna do now?” he was hesitant.

“You’re asking me? I don’t know, what do you want to do?” No pressure at all.

“I really liked what happened between us,” he admitted.

“So did I, Lee Jeno,” you looked him in the eyes.

“Do you perhaps... wanna repeat it?” he asked hesitantly.

You remained silent until you were passing behind a wall. Just when you were out of sight of everyone, you pulled him abruptly by the arm, making him crash with you against the wall. You kissed him fiercely and he responded instantly. “Does this answer your question?”

“It surely does,” he huffed but started kissing you again.

From this point, your friendship with Jeno was based on stolen kisses behind a wall and hot make out sessions at his house after practice. You would lie to your parents saying you had a really hard homework, he would say he was going to help you with homework so his parents would let you in his room. Sometimes things got too heated and he ended up on top of you kissing you wildly on his bed, but nothing more than heated kisses.

Jeno knew you were a virgin and he respected that. He only did what you allowed him to do. He was leaving it up to you, whenever the time was right and you were comfortable you would let him know. He once asked you if you wanted to do something more and since you got awkward, he just assured you he could wait.

Nobody suspected a thing, or at least that’s what you thought. People around you noticed something was happening when your connection at the practice got better.

The game was getting closer so the practice was getting harder.

The night before the practice, the usual group of friends went to eat some burgers and shakes. Apparently, that was a good luck ritual.

While eating, Glow asked, “So, Y/N, how’s everything with Jeno?” in front of everyone.

Was she really about to expose you?

“What do you mean? Everything is normal,” you said acting confused while looking at Jeno alarmed.

“Oh, don’t come at me! We all know you’re either seeing each other or fucking each other. You got nothing to worry, we are kinda expecting you guys confess.” She smirked! So she noticed! Why didn’t she asked you before? You wanted to be angry at her, but what was the point? They all had you cornered, plus they all were your close friends. You looked at Jeno asking for a silent permission, he just shrugged. What a help!

“We... are talking I guess,” you blushed.

“HAH! I knew it! Jaemin, you owe me 5$!” Chenle celebrated.

“Fuck you, dwarf! I don’t owe you shit!” Jaemin scuffed.

You don’t really know why didn’t you say anything. They were your friends and they would support you no matter what. Plus, they shipped you.

Today was the day! The big game, the final that would tell who was the champion of this season. The cheerleaders and the dance team had united to support your high school basketball team the best you could, and apparently, it was working because they made it to the final. You were preparing since morning, practicing hard and then relaxing. You were gonna stay at Glow’s house since you were sure you were gonna party, either you lose or won.

You were at the lockers, finishing the last details on your makeup. Everyone was ready on the bleachers. Jeno entered to look for you as you were about to start. When he saw you in your cheer uniform, with your makeup and all, he got excited. You saw him through the mirror and smiled widely. “Hi baby,” you said cheerfully. “Hey princess,” he said as he laid his chin on your shoulder. “I came to rescue you, we’re about to start.” His arms wrapped around your waist, getting closer to you. He kissed your cheek sweetly but then, his voice didn’t match the action. “You look so sexy in that uniform. I don’t know if I would be able to contain myself around you.” “Well you better keep your delicious hands off me because I wanna dance in peace,” you turned around and pecked him on the lips, as a response, he grabbed your ass, making you jump and giggle.

The game started and you all were giving your all on the court, cheering for the team, doing your routines. The audience loved the mix of the dance team and the cheerleaders and were pretty pumped.

The game was about to end and it was tied, so you were cheering louder and harder. You even cheered for Jaemin, promising that if they won, you would hook him up with one of the cheerleaders. Jaemin being Jaemin, he was giving it all to get that. When there were only five seconds left, your school team scored the final shot to win. The whole place starting roaring with excitement, you guys started jumping and screaming. It was the first win of your school in a long time. You were making history!

After all the celebration, you guys went to party getting some burgers, but you changed the milkshakes for beers this time. In the parking lot of the place, Jaemin was in his car smooching with one of your cheer-mates. Everyone’s hormones were on the roof due to the excitement. Glow was all over Renjun, you bet they were gonna end up tangled again. Jeno and you were pretty awkward around every couple. You liked each other a lot, you would make out in every chance you got, but not in public! But being honest with yourself, you were feeling kinda eager tonight. You don’t know if it was because of the happiness you were feeling or because everyone around you was getting something tonight. Jeno saw you kinda uneasy and asked, “Are you okay? Want me to take you home?” “I told my parents I was going to stay at Glow’s, but from what I’m seeing I don’t think she’s even going to her house!” You shrugged. “We can go home if you want to,” he suggested. But then quickly thought that sounded desperate so he added, “We don’t have to do anything. We can just cuddle and sleep.” He gave you his adorable eye smile. “What about your parents?” you reminded him. “They’re out of town, I have the house for myself,” he winked. Gosh! He was so attractive! “Fine then... we can do that,” you surrendered. “Let’s go then,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You walked to Glow to inform her, “Hey, I’m going with Jeno.” “You what?!” She gasped. “Don’t be dramatic! We’re just gonna sleep, we’re tired,” you explained. “Suuuuure,” said Renjun, not buying it. “Go have fun, honey! Wooo!” She screamed and the whole place turned around to look at her, she was so embarrassing sometimes. “Jeno! Come here, boy!” She called him. When Jeno stood by your side she continued, “Use protection! We don’t want another Teen Mom episode.” “Glow! Omg, stop!” You were so embarrassed. But Jeno always followed her games, “Don’t worry, this is a no baby zone,” he assured.

Like that, you guys went to his home like it was something normal. Midway you realized you were about to sleep at a boy’s house, behind your parents’ back. So rebel! He parked the car in front of the house, as usual, and waited for you to get off. He opened the door and looked everywhere, making sure there was no one but him and then he let you in, locking the door behind him. He walked to the kitchen, probably out of habit. “Can I use your room to change?” You asked him shyly. “Yeah babe, make yourself comfortable,” he said as he took a sip of juice. You walked upstairs to his room to get changed. You were kinda nervous. Being alone with him was making you feel weird. You didn’t know how to act or what to do. Anyways, you started getting changed taking off your cheer uniform and folding it to place it in your backpack. You were just in underwear when suddenly Jeno opened the door. Your first reaction was to cover yourself with your arms. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! I’m not a pervert I swear!” He was talking too fast. Something inside you told you that you liked being watched by him like this, so you dropped your arms. He eyed you from head to toe and back up. You could see the fire in his eyes and he could definitely see yours too. “Jen...” you whispered. “Yes, baby?” He said softly, getting closer to you. “I-“ you thought well what you were about to say. “I think I’m ready.” “For what?” He knew, he just wanted to make sure. “To do that thing we both have been wanting for so long now...” you said in a sultry voice while wrapping your arms around his neck. “Hmm? Are you sure?” he smiled. “Mhm...” you nodded. “What made you change your mind?” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “Well... I think I like you very, very much,” you tilted your head to one side, embarrassed about this confession. “Oh really?” He asked teasingly. “Mhm,” you assured. “I like you too, for a long time now actually,” he admitted. “Really?” you were actually surprised. “So you weren’t pretending? You actually didn’t notice?” he was shocked. “No... I thought we were very good friends... and then friends who just kissed...” “Well no, I really like you. Now you know,” he pinched your cheek making you giggle. After a long moment of silence, you in his arms half-naked, he said softly as if he was unsure, “So... you wanna spend the night with me?” “Yeah...” you blushed, so you looked to the floor. “Look at me,” he said in a breathy tone and you complied. He kissed you tenderly, placing his hands on each side of your face. Quickly, it got heated and wild. You pulled him, getting him closer if possible, he ran his lips to your jawline. He laid you down on his bed gently, never stopping from kissing you. He climbed on top of you and quickly threw his shirt on the floor. His lips reached your neck, making you arc your back in pleasure but he held you down. Your hands reached to his bareback, feeling every muscle flex. Jeno whispered in your ear, “I’ll make you a woman,” with the sultriest voice you’ve ever heard, it gave you goosebumps. You felt his warm hands everywhere, you didn’t know what to do. He was going lower, and lower, and lower, his lips running over your breasts, down your torso, over your navel, and back up. He was driving you insane, he clearly knew how to do it. “Should I take this off?” He asked pulling your bra. You just nodded because you were speechless. He started by sliding the straps off your shoulders, taking his time to caress every inch of your skin. You lifted your back a little to help him, as he snaked his hands to your back to unfasten your bra. As soon as he had you exposed, his hands traveled to both of your breasts. He squeezed them softly, pinching your nipples on the process. Then he got closer to your chest, his mouth dangerously close to your nipple. He looked into your eyes while taking your nipple between his lips. He licked and nibbled, making you gasp from the sensation. A shot of electricity went straight to your core, making you bite your lip. He switched to the other breast while his other hand traveled south. His forefinger starter hooking the hem of your panties, but he was unsure, so he asked, “Can I?” “Please, Jeno... make me yours...” you whispered. His fingers snaked under the only piece of cloth covering your body. He went back to suck on your nipple while his finger slid between your folds. You sighed while he hissed, “God, you’re so wet...” He started drawing circles on your clit. Then he inserted a finger making you gasp and then moan, “Oh...” He was looking at you directly in the eyes, maybe to make sure you were okay. He moved his finger inside you a few times  before groaning more to himself than to you, “Fuck, this is so tight.” He inserted another finger, the stretch burning. His fingers moved so deep inside you, it was giving you a new pleasant sensation. You felt delicious tickles starting from your pelvis, spreading to other parts of your body. “Shit, I’m gonna make you feel so good baby,” he said through hooded eyes, trying to go faster but your panties were a nuisance. He stopped fingering you to pull them down, making you raise your legs. He got a peek of your dripping pussy and licked his lips. “Mmm... that pussy’s got to be so sweet,” he said under his breath. You bit your lip in response, you loved it when he talked like that. “Would you let me taste it?” he asked in a hoarse voice while dipping his head between your legs. “Please Jeno,” you begged while running your fingers through his locks. He didn’t even wait for you to get ready, Jeno quickly gave a long lick between your folds. You felt as if the air was punched out of you and the only thing you could do was gasp. His tongue assaulted your heat, licking all the wetness or adding more, you didn’t know exactly. Every time he flatted his tongue you felt like screaming because it felt too good. You moaned loudly and he smirked. Jeno then surrounded your bundle of nerves with his lips, giving it a hard suck and then a tender lick. Your eyes rolled back from pleasure and your fingers pulled his hair hard, but he didn’t seem to mind it, he just hummed which drove you crazy. At this point, he was devouring your pussy, you could hear the lewd sounds of slurping as your orgasm built inside your pelvis. You keened, “God! Jeno! So good!” “You like it?” He asked when he stopped to take a short break to breathe. You nodded rapidly in desperation, he just chuckled and continued with his ministrations. You thought you were gonna explode there, but he wasn’t going to let you, not before fucking you properly, so he stopped with a pop and a gasp. He groaned, “Oh! So good! This pussy is so good!” It made you shiver the way he talked to you, you wanted to have him all. “Please fuck me Jeno,” you said in desperation. “You want me to fuck you?” He replied with a husky voice. “Yes! I want you to make me remember who dicked me first,” you growled. You couldn’t believe what you were saying. What happened? He hissed before saying, “Fuck, baby. I’m so hard!” And you could see it, the strain in his pants, plus he ran a hand over it. “Let me look for a condom, I’ll be back,” he winked and walked to a drawer, from which he knew exactly where to fish it. He had a smug face when he walked back with it in his mouth while pulling his pants down. He was adorable even when he was about to wreck you. Jeno then pulled his boxers down, his length springing free. His dick was so pretty: average length, average girth with a pink tip that was glowing with pre-cum. He rolled the condom down his shaft and climbed to the bed again, kneeling between your legs. You were so nervous, you felt your stomach tighten in anticipation. He could see the fear in your eyes, so he gave you a smile to calm you down. “Hey, are you really sure?” He asked for your consent once again. “I really don’t wanna push you. I’m okay with just cuddles and kisses,” he assured. But you were ready for him, you were ready to give yourself to him, so you nodded and smiled at him. He uttered an “Okay” and then held his length to start looking for your entrance. He saw the panic in your eyes again, so he caressed your cheek and said softly, “You’re gonna be okay. I’ll be gentle with you.” You smiled at his assurance and felt relaxed. “Imma need you to open your legs a little wider so I can fit better,” he said running his fingertips on the insides of your thighs. He didn’t need to say it, with that action you did it automatically. He placed his tip on your soaked heat, rubbing it to find your entrance but only with that you were already heavy breathing. When he finally found it he whispered warning you, “I’m going in sloowwlyy...” he dragged the last word while he pushed himself into you. You felt the piercing pain of the stretch and pursed your lips and shut your eyes trying to breathe, but it was too much so you whimpered. “Oh... Jeno...” You squeezed his biceps. He was concentrated with his eyes closed, still not stopping until he was deep into you. You let out a moan you were holding in, discovering that it actually helped with the pain. “Are you hurting?” He asked concerned. “Mhm!” You could only mutter. “Should I stop?” He was looking at you in worry. “No.... just let me adjust...” You took a few deep breaths and now the pain was ceasing. “Can I continue babe?” He was making sure you felt better. “Yeah...” When he pulled out he groaned, “Ugh! Fuck, you’re really tight, baby.” You didn’t know if to feel proud or not. He went in slowly again, hissing and then pulled out. It was starting to feel good, you almost forget about the pain. He got closer to you, embracing you while he thrusted you nice and slow. Your hands ran down his broad back, squeezing and scratching. His lips were close to your ear so he could whisper dirty things and drive you insane. “Oh baby, you feel so good. I was waiting for this moment and it was so worth it,” he confessed, making you moan in response. “Yes, moan for me princess, let me know you feel good too.” He was so deep into you, you felt his tip hitting a spot that made your toes curl. “Fuck, Jeno... it feels so good,” you cried. “Shit baby, this pussy is the best. So warm, so tight, just for me to stretch it, mmmm...” he bit your earlobe making you moan. If he kept that pace he was gonna cum in seconds, so he asked, “Can I go a little faster?” “Yeah,” you breathed. He started snapping his hips harder, reaching even deeper into you, making your eyes roll back with every thrust. “Ah, yes right there!” you screamed reaching for his butt. The sound of his thighs hitting yours was sinful. “You like it there? Hmmm?” He said through greeted teeth. “Ugh yes! Fuck me Jeno, fuck me harder,” you got wilder and he aimed to please because now he was drilling you with such force, the bed was complaining. He was kneeled to reach deeper into you and to get a view of your whole body. “Gosh! You look so sexy baby, you take me so well and your tits jumping, mmmm I wanna eat you whole” he bit his lip while stretching a hand to squeeze your boob. At this point, you were a moaning mess, you couldn’t control yourself but apparently Jeno loved it.

“You sound so cute when you moan my name,” he breathed as he caged you again between his arms. He loved being as close as possible. His body heat was a plus in this fervent situation. You felt secure in his embrace.

“Kiss me,” you said looking in his eyes, and he did, he kissed you messily and sloppy, with all the passion he was holding inside. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and had your face on the crook of his neck, occasionally kissing him there. You could hear every sound his mouth was emitting, every grunt, every sigh, every sweet nothing he said to praise your body.

“Gosh, you’re so beautiful. How can I be so lucky,” he whispered in your ear. Even when he was thrusting you hard, he was making you blush. You wished this would never stop.

You started feeling weird as if something inside you wanted to snap, some delicious tickles were taking over your legs. “J-Jeno...” you panted.

“I-, I feel like I’m gonna explode,” you couldn’t describe the feeling.

“Ugh, I know baby, you’re clenching me really good,” he groaned.

Was this an orgasm? All you could say was, “Please don’t stop!”

“I’m gonna make you cum, I won’t stop until I have your legs shaking,” he assured you.

You were there, hanging by a thread. You just needed something to snap and Jeno knew exactly what it was because he kneeled on the bed again, licked his thumb and started rubbing your clit. This made you shiver and scream, the feeling was too much.

“Let go, baby girl, let me have your first orgasm,” he said smiling proudly.

“Fuck! Jeno! This is too much!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“Come on, princess,” he encouraged you. 

With one last press to your bundle of nerves you exploded. Your body started to shake uncontrollably, your back arched on its own, your eyes rolled back, and you screamed louder than before. 

Jeno held you by the waist through it all, he slowed down his pace, enjoying the feeling too. You could hear him in the distance, “That’s it... oh my God... so tight... you look beautiful, baby.”

When you came back to your senses he was slow thrusting you, reaching for his own release. Jeno was concentrated on the feeling, with his eyes closed, feeling you whole. “So good,” he whispered, “I’m gonna cum”. With a few thrusts, he exploded in the condom. You could feel the pumps, as he grunted and crashed over you. “Mmmmm... fuck... so warm”. After a few seconds, he stopped. 

He was still over you, trying to catch his breath again. He kissed your cheek and brushed back your hair. “How are you feeling?” he asked groggily.

“I’m great,” you smiled.

“I came so much...” he confessed, “I bet the condom is full to the top.”

You laughed at his sudden revelation, “You’re so nasty!” You were back to the friendship you two shared.

“Hey, that’s natural! Besides, I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a while. Do you know how many girls I turned down? You can’t judge me when I finally got the pussy of my dreams!” He was being overly dramatic.

“Oh shut up!” you pushed him to your side, making him pull out of you finally, making you wince. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said getting out of bed, all naked. You supposed he was going to the bathroom.

A few minutes later he shouted from the bathroom, “Hey baby! Wanna shower?”

You accepted his offer since you were all sweaty and sticky.

In the morning, you woke up with a ray of sun hitting your face. You were gonna turn around but your body was sore from last night making you hiss. Jeno had his arm over your waist, pulling you closer the moment you moved. 

You heard him mumble something in between “What’s wrong?” but you weren’t sure because he was still asleep.

You took a moment to appreciate his beauty. His long lashes rested lightly on his cheeks. His tiny mole near his eye looked so cute and his rosy lips were pouting. You felt the urge to kiss him, so you pecked his lips. His pout instantly became a smile and he opened his eyes slowly. 

“Good morning,” he said in a deep voice, caused by morning hoarseness.

“Morning,” you replied softly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Kinda sore... my body hurts,” you admitted.

“That’s normal. I’ll give you some pills,” he was so kind.

“So... is this gonna be a one night stand?” you asked out of nowhere.

“Well... only if we can have another one night stand in the future,” he joked. “Y/N, I really like you. I wanna date you and give you all my love and take your hand in front of the whole school and kiss you behind the lockers. So... would you be my girlfriend?”

He really just asked you out after all the night events, but of course, you said yes, you were madly in love with him.

[lightyagamiis]

My Time - Introduction

Pairing: reader x jungkook

Genre: time travel au, fluff, angst, future smut

Warnings: language, implied sex, mentions of blood at end

Word Count: 1.7k

“i can’t call ya, i can’t hold ya, oh i can’t. and yes you know, yes you know. oh i can’t call ya, i can’t touch ya, oh i can’t.”

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Jungkook POV:

year 2075

I was running. And I knew if I stopped...I would be dead within minutes.

My feet filled with pain each step I took, feeling as if my skin was slowly ripping from the bottoms.

I couldn't remember how long I've been running, I just know I needed to keep moving.

The yell's from my pursuers came from the distance behind me...they were catching up.

"The portal has to be here somewhere!" I whispered to myself.

My eyes darted in every direction in front of me, hoping and praying to a god that I would find it, before the ones chasing me found me.

I was out of breath and fixing to be out of time.

But then my luck kicked in.

The blue light of the portal slowly came into view. I smiled out of happiness, relief, and exhaustion. I WAS going to get out of here.

Once I reached the portal, I dropped down to my knees, flinging my backpack from my body and onto the ground. I pulled from it any tool I would need.

My plan?

To shut off the portal once I stepped inside.

Once my person has fully jumped through the light it will shut off immediately, and won't be turned back on unless they get the code. The code only I will create and have.

I opened the side panel of the portal, pulling out all the wires and tablets that helped run it and I got to work.

Their yells got closer, I was once again running out of time, but no luck.

I plugged in different wires and rewired some. The portal light turned off, then came back on.

"YES!!" I chanted, quickly throwing everything back into the panel and my tools back in the pack.

I flung the backpack onto my shoulders, quickly standing up and walking to the front of the portal.

"Jungkook! Stop!"

I heard the clicking of guns and felt the barrels pointed at my back.

I raised my hands up and slowly turned around to face them.

"Don't do this!" Namjoon begged, his hands shaking and gripping to his gun.

"You won't shoot me." I said, "and you can't."

Namjoon shook his head, "you're right. that's why you ARE going to cooperate and come back with us."

I chuckled, looking down at the ground. The night sky grew darker, which also meant I was wasting more time, "and if I don't cooperate? you'll shoot?"

"He might not, but I will."

I looked back up, seeing Yoongi slowly taking steps in front of Namjoon.

Yoongi's eyes were glossy, he was trying so hard to hold back his tears, "please man, don't do this."

"You know I have to do this. I don't have any other choice, Yoongi!" I snapped, "they will kill me once you bring me back to camp."

Yoongi shook his head, the tears now falling down his face.

I glanced around at the others...Jimin...Jin...Hoseok...Taehyung...Namjoon. They all had the same expression as Yoongi.

"Just come with us, don't make this harder." Taehyung begged, lowering his gun.

"No," I said, "I won't. And once I step foot in this portal it will shut off. You won't be able to catch me."

They continued to beg me to stay, I glanced at my watch, I only have two more minutes before the portal will shut off by itself.

"I love you guys," I looked at each of their faces one last time, "but I am out of time."

I turned around quickly, taking what little sprint I had left in me to run to the light.

"SHOOT HIM!" Namjoon screamed.

But it was too late.

I pushed my body through the portal.

Y/N POV:

present day:

You tapped the eraser of your pencil to your notebook, staring off into space out the window.

The voice of your science professor echoed in the background.

You watched the clouds slowly drift by, wishing and wanting nothing more than to be on that cloud, having it take you away from reality, from college, from your home life. Everything.

To drift away on that cloud to far away lands and counties. It would be the perfect way to travel.

Who wouldn't want to have their own personal cloud to travel with?

"Miss Y/L/N," your professor calls to you, jumping you not only out of your cloud chasing but also scared you half to death, you look to the front of the class, directly at him, "would you like to tell us the answer to the two elements or tell us what is so interesting out that window?"

The whole class snickered, now making you angry and embarrassed.

"Sorry, sir." you said nodding your head.

He nodded back to you, then turned around towards the whiteboard, teaching again.

You watched your classmates slowly turn back around, and then you sighed.

Life sucks sometimes doesn't it?

The school day came to an end. You stopped and picked up some fried chicken from your favorite fast-food restaurant, then jumped on the subway for the ride to your apartment or well, the station by your apartment.

You walked out of the station and down the street until you reached your apartment building.

Unlocking the door, you walked in to immediately be met with clothes on the floor, spreading out across the apartment leading to your roommate's door.

You sighed, slamming the door behind you on purpose.

The voice of your roommate and whoever it was that she was fucking could be heard from her room.

You dropped your backpack on the kitchen table and your bag of now an empty box from your fried chicken.

Your roommate, slowly walked out from her room, peeking around the corner.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" she shouted, "you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

She walked over to you, crossing her arms and thinking her lips in a firm line.

"Who else is here, Hana?" you harshly spoke, staring her up and down.

Hana looked down at her oversized tee shirt and long socks, "umm Mark from my English class."

You raised a brow slowly turning away from her, "that would have been nice to know before returning home."

"Y/N, listen I am sorry, but you usually stay late on Fridays so I didn't think you'd be back yet."

You sighed, "well guess you lost track of time," you stared at her, the look on her face did say she was sorry, "but it's fine, I forgive you."

She smiled, "thank you."

You nodded, "but are you guys ya know, done yet?"

Hana gave you this look, which told you she wasn't.

You nodded again, taking your phone and wallet from your backpack and shoving them into your jacket pockets.

"I am leaving, have your fun." You said turning on your heels and towards the door.

"You don't have to leave, Y/N." Hana whispered.

You opened the door, shaking your head, "I don't want to be here right now, plus I want to make some stops so enjoy Mark and try to be done by the time I get back."

You stepped out, closing the door behind you.

You loved Hana. She's your best friend since forever and you can't stay mad at her, you two grew up together. But you hated when she brought people home to sleep with. There were only two people you've ever approved of Hana being with, but Hana is a nonstopping train, constantly moving and never slowing down.

You walked to the nearest cafe, ordering your favorite coffee and taking a seat by the window.

You watched the sky turn dark and the stars came out. Watched as the people walked up and down the street.

You wish something more interesting would happen. You felt that your life was going forward but at the same time put on pause. You do the same routine every day, nothing ever-changing.

"Can something actually happen to me?" you mumbled, spinning the spoon around in your coffee cup.

As if on cue, a bright blue light popped up, nearly blinding you and the others in the cafe.

You squint your eyes, seeing a circular shape out of the light but something also coming through it.

Wait no. It wasn't something, it was someone.

He fell through the light, landing on top of your table, the coffee cup falling and crashing to the ground.

The blue light disappeared, turning the cafe to normal.

You stared down at the man who just came from it, he wasn't moving.

"Hello?" you asked him, putting two of your fingers to his neck, checking his pulse. He was alive.

The touch of your cold fingers to his neck jolted him awake. He lifted his head up at you, his face was confused and scared.

He jumped up from the table almost falling back over.

"Hey are you okay?" you asked, "where did you come from?"

He looked around and then back at you.

"Where am I? What timeline is this? What year is it?" he asked the question quickly.

Before you could answer, he winced in pain, leaning over the table. One hand gripping the side of the table, the other covering his lower abdomen.

Your eyes went to his abdomen, seeing blood spill through his fingers.

"Let me see." you said forcing his hand from his side.

Your eyes widened, "you've been shot!"

"No shit," The man said shaking his head, "they actually shot me."

He covered his wound again, gritting his teeth at the pain.

"You need to go to the hospital!" you panicked, taking your phone from your pocket, ready to dial 911.

"No!" he shouted, taking the hand from the table and gripping it on your arm, "you can't do that!"

"And why not?!" You shouted, panicking even more, "I need to help you!"

"Do you have medical training?" he asked.

You slowly nodded, "I am a doctor in training. But I am also still going through college and I haven't finished yet."

"That's fine," he said gripping your arm tighter, "take me anywhere but the hospital, I'll explain later. Please" he begged.

You tucked your lip between your teeth, thinking. Finally you nodded, "okay, I know a place."

It probably wouldn't be a good idea, but the only place you can think of to give him the medical treatment he needs that isn't a hospital is your own apartment.

"Hana is going to have a field day with this."

[terriblygrimm]

guys i just like, sit here and Cry thinking about the quality fucking content we got with 4x04. like i can’t even articulate the sheer Notebook level turned dark romantic drama and angst we got between elliot and tyrell. it’s truly the level of dumbassery, miscommunication, tension, good writing & rawness i NEED in a ship

not only is it fucking christmas, which like, is explicitly mentioned and verbalized which holds so many feelings & symbolism in and of itself (🙏🏻), but like... there’s so much more

tyrell talks to both robot and elliot in this episode, blatantly and individually. he turns to talk to each respective one (like the split scene w robot sitting on the guardrail w him and elliot walking off down the road) and that is just ...Peak fucking Poetic Cinema in terms of symbolic represention that tyrell knows who he’s talking to in reference to elliot’s alters. he knows elliot, and he knows when he’s “a different person” (quoting his confusion in s3 when he finds out about his alternate personalities). so like not only does that exist, but it’s also never actually been presented that way with any other character, so it’s really fucking unique and special imo.

then comes the fucking DIALOGUE that just obliterates any chance i had at being normal ever again. like “just be honest with me i can take it” “what is the point of all this?” - not only is elliot like, panicking & clearly deflecting bc he doesn’t want to open up and answer the question bc he’s terrified, but he doesn’t even dismiss the obvious romantic undertones? he knows exactly what tyrell means. it’s just romantic context. and it doesn’t even stop there. the most telling bit for me is “just answer the question, did you?” “tyrell you didn’t make it easy—“

YOU DIDN’T MAKE IT EASY

like is that not the most clichéd fucking emotional conflict buildup to a full blown lover’s spat you’ve ever heard??? YOU DIDN’T MAKE IT EASY- again not even dismissing that he still does regardless? or could? or tried to? it’s all just so seemless & romantically coded conversation and i gotta give a big 👏🏻 to sam esmail for it. he screwed us in the end but he said fuck hetero lives and made tyrelliot so blatantly romantic.

anyway tyrell does get his comeuppance and smack of reality for being an intimidating and capitalist vulture in the past when he realizes that elliot isn’t exactly head over heels for him, but they’re still such complimentary characters in the sense that the conversation itself & who tyrell is by nature still pushes elliot in ways he needs. he pops elliot’s safe bubble & forces him to admit the emotionality he does have, process it, and decide for himself shit.. maybe i do care more than i let on- maybe i can’t shut myself out from feeling.

it’s just.. when spending time together, it’s narratively impossible not to let them be each other’s reality check and foil (they got one ep together and all of this came flooding out as a result! like proof!!). to me, that is when you know you’ve struck gold w a pairing. and that’s also incidentally why creators chicken out & never actually put certain characters who have natural queer chemistry in scenes together, bc that chemistry is so obvious and undeniable that it could easily trump other narratives they’re trying to sell- like for example, making their characters heteronormative. i’ve seen it happen literally time and time again and i don’t get it bc they created these characters and yet they’re terrified of their possibilities??? anyway hlfkfk

like the “i’m going” “yeah.. go elliot..” “i will!” “yeah good” lmfao. hilarious bitter break up vibes? sign me the fuck up. quintessential romantic drama dialogue. and then they end up yelling at each other hlflgkkfd. like aside from interactions w robot, when has elliot ever actually cared enough about something to even flinch? and here he is screaming? with nothing between them but dead silence??? it’s fucking beautiful & this is such a CHARACTER-CENTRIC episode i wish the whole god damn show had the vibes of this ep!! this is my JAM and it was an absolute goldmine

and on top of it all, as an audience you know that elliot is beginning to lose himself (having gone totally off the deep end with fucking over olivia’s entire life) and yet there tyrell is, the key, screaming through the distance (that elliot both physically and metaphorically created) between them that he’s so in his own head that he’s losing sight of reality and what really matters: people, things, direction, feelings. i just.............. speechless.

tyrell is absolutely paramount to elliot’s sanity and emotionality and i mourn the fact that sam underused him. bc he creates such a centerpoint for elliot. and in giving a nod to the typical hero and villain dynamic, it works so well but with such a powerful twist of turning that dynamic on its head. they don’t actually hate each other and instead have grown fond of each other.

like elliot comes around, opens up and speaks softly again, admitting he shouldn’t and wouldn’t leave tyrell behind, that he is individually important and worth coming back for (something tyrell has never heard before from anyone! something he’s been searching for this whole series!) - building tyrells walls back up from nothing. and tyrell got a moment to be strong, & speak his mind/feelings which brought elliot out of his compulsive loop and took a sledgehammer to the concrete walls around his heart.

anyway i could go on for ages and also watch an entire show of just the two of them but this post is a nonsensical mess so take it how you will i’ll just be over here crying hlrlrkjfj

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Dragon Dancer IV: Eye of the Tiger

As the golden light dimmed in Mingfei’s eyes, the servitor beasts also faded. Their bodies turned to shadows and they melted into the surrounding dark of this rainy night. Mingfei staggered as though released by something that held him. He shook his head, staring into space, his eyes searching for me.

My pulse was racing. I was trembling. I didn’t know what I should say or do. Was he himself? Or was he still the dominating killer of a few moments ago? My eyes shifted to Mingze who stood silently watching me before turning on his heel and walking away.

Mingfei appeared to be himself, sighing wearily. “I didn’t want you to see that.”

He walked over and knelt next to me. I moved my sleeve. It was soaked with blood from the puncture wound of the Servitor’s vertebral spine. “What was that?”

“It’s a trick.” He glanced up at me. “Do... do you mind? Can I see it?”

“Oh.” I lifted my shirt to show the injury. “Is it bad?”

“No. You’re still a high purity hybrid even in the dream world. You’ll heal up in about an hour or so. It’s not bleeding too bad. Just keep pressure on it.”

He put my arm back to my stomach and held it there, adding his strength to mine.

I stared at him for a little longer, the questions piling up behind my lips. “What sort of trick was it? We can’t use Soul Skills here...”

“It’s not a Soul Skill. It’s a memory. Before you came to Cassel, Chu Zihang, Fingel and I were assigned a special dragonslaying mission. I was still new so I wasn’t confident. Plus, I was going through a few things. I ended up playing all night at a Internet Cafe where I met a classmate.”

He sighed. “Long story short, she ended up in this alley way with a bunch of hoodlums. I tried to save her... and got beaten up instead.”

“I was pretty badly hurt when Mingze came. I wouldn’t....want to say he came to my ‘rescue’ because this was a trap for me. But before I could do anything he’d... melded with me.”

“Melded?” I asked.

“Yeah. He granted me one percent of his power.”

“And this cost you a quarter of your life?”

“No. It was... I guess you could call it a free sample. Anyway... I beat up the guys. The bad thing was...” His eyes grew distant. His breath shuddered. He shook his head. “Anyway, I got really freaked out.”

“I bet.” I replied in a soft voice. “So... You’re reliving that memory. He melded with you again or...? I mean those guys now weren’t just ordinary thugs. But you took them down like they were nothing.”

“Don’t think too much about it. Here.” He crouched down, turning his back to me. “Let me carry you. I know where this is going.”

I clung to his shoulders and he tucked his arms under my knees. He was wobbly for a moment but soon we were on our way towards a subway entrance.

“It’s important not to follow him too much. Everything he does is trying to get me to sell my soul to him. He’s showing me memories probably to remind me how good it feels to have this sort of strength... so that when the pressure is on, I’ll give up. So whatever he says, it’s better to just respond with nonsense or ignore it. Okay?”

“Okay, Senpai!”

“Heh... you haven’t called me that in a while. You’ve grown to surpass me. Just like I always thought you would.”

As we descended into the subway platform, I rested my head against his broad warm back. He told me not to think about it, but my mind worked too fast. Those monsters were stronger than thugs. Mingfei had not ‘melded’ with Mingze. So how did he get that power to defeat those servitors? He twisted that servitor’s neck like it was a hapless chicken. Not even Chu Zihang was capable of that.

The memory of our conversation on the deck of the garbage vessel came back to me. Mingfei, fearful that he was a dragon king, wanted to run away.

I had asked if it was so bad... being a dragon king. But now with Cassell banging at the door, if Mingfei turned out to be one... he would be killed immediately and I would be asked to pull the trigger. What would I do?

Mingfei had warned me back then that two of the Dragon Kings he slew were his personal friends. He sank that sorrow into the deep wells of his heart and carried those secrets in an impressive silence. I imagined Mingfei as a raging dragon and felt my face get hot.

“You’ll always be Senpai.” I whimpered.

“Hey... what’s with that tone? Cheer up!”

We reached the edge of the platform and he jumped down into the tracks, walking into a pitch black tunnel. It was extremely silent with only the sounds of dripping water echoing like windchimes and the sound of our own sighs as we made our way through, stepping double time.

The moisture and the chill of the underground made tremble and I held on tighter, partly for comfort and partly for warmth, and partly because I feared this might be the last time I would be with my dearest friend.

“Why don’t you sing a happy song?”

A tear, hot against my cold face, soaked his shirt. “Happy song?”

“Yeah... something to get us pumped up?” There was a tremor in his voice in the dark.

“Okay uh...” 

My voice was shaking and rough but I squeaked out the melody to ‘Eye of the Tiger’

Rising up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive

“Hey! That’s what I’m talking about. Keep it up Meixiu!”

I didn’t really feel so confident, but his encouragement egged me on and so my voice grew loud and less shaky.

So many times it happens too fast You change your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive

I started to smile despite my angst and Mingfei joined me in the chorus. It was absolutely ridiculous. Death stalked us in the dreams and out of the dreams. What would Chu Zihang or Caesar think of us? I could imagine those two veterans shaking their dismay at our silly attempt to add a soundtrack to our adventures like this was some sort of drama or video.

But wasn’t this better than some serious faced action hero with big muscles and a machete? If this was to be our last fight, it was better if we go out, singing and laughing.

It's the eye of the tiger It's the thrill of the fight Rising up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor Stalks his prey in the night And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

I was surprised by a something warm and wet falling on my face and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Oh!”

“What is it? Are you hurting still?” He asked, concerned.

“No, something... slimy just fell on my face.” I wiped it off with one hand and then smelled it. “UGH! It smells awful. Like a mix of feces and vomit.”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Don’t rub it on my shirt!” Mingfei protested and then stopped and then started to run. “Oh shit! I forgot!”

I clung to him tighter. The ceiling lit up with constellations of bright beaming yellow eyes and shifting dark shadow bodies. “Oh no! Run! Mingfei!”

Gigantic bat wings filled my vision and sharp breezes passed just over my head. I squeezed myself to Mingfei’s back and shut my eyes. The whole tunnel was a cacophany of shrieks and screams and howling. My own voice added to the din, my screaming rattling my throat.

“Meixiu! Hang on!” I heard a sharp whistle sound and bright light penetrated my eyelids.

I looked up, and was immediately blinded by the headlight of a train speeding towards us. “Mingfei!!!”

“Don’t worry! It will stop!”

How could it stop? It was well known that a train could take miles to come to a stop. And this one.... “No!” I closed my eyes and waited for the collision. Instead, I heard the hiss of the subway door.

I opened my eyes and we’d jumped inside a worn train car, dimly lit by fluorescent lights. Outside, the winged demons screeched and scraped claws on the glass.

With a barely audible hum, the train started up again and we were moving. The lights flickered and the hand holds swung from the ceiling. But otherwise everything was silent and still again.

“Ugh... Here, get off.”

I slid off Mingfei’s back and he went to one of the seats and flopped down with exhaustion, one hand over his eyes, trying to catch his breath. The wound on his arm was completely gone. 

I sat next to him, trying to still my racing heartbeat. “Want to tell me where we’re going?”

“To the King of Earth and Mountain’s hide away. Where he melded with me the second time.” He answered, staring up at the ceiling. “If what I’m thinking is there.... then that’ll make my job a lot easier.”

I glanced at him. Was he going to go berserk again? “I’m feeling pretty useless.”

Mingfei started to laugh and I scowled. “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking...” He turned to me, his brown eyes twinkling. “That’s my line.”

I smiled back at him.

His laughter subsided. “You know... There’s something I want to tell you. When we first met. I liked you.”

My eyes widened slightly. “Really.”

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure about it at first because... Caesar kinda set us up and I liked someone else at the time. But when we were hanging out in Japan I realized, you were brave and... I had someone to talk to who wasn’t looking down on me. Someone who looked up to me. When I thought you died I just... lost it. I was really depressed.”

“Mingfei...”

“Yeah, I know. You’re married and have a kid and it’s stupid of me to say this.”

“You... always supported Zihang and I. So this is a shock.” I sat up straight.

“Yeah well... while you were gone those six months. It was the only time I ever saw Zihang cry. I don’t know what it was about. He had a bunch of blooming cherry blossoms outside your dorm and just.... I didn’t ever want to see that again.” He looked at me, seriously. “So when you came back. I had to step aside.”

“Anjou had that contest where whoever won got to be Star of Cassell and whoever that person asked out had to date them for three months and couldn’t refuse. I knew that person had to either be you or Zihang.”

“I was too slow finding the key and I didn’t know the code to win. But Mingze pointed me to both. So I gave the code to Zihang and the key to you.”

“But why would Mingze do that if you were helping Zihang? He says he’s your brother. Wouldn’t he want you to have a girlfriend?”

“I dunno. That guy makes fun of me and then turns around and treats me as a charity case.” 

Mingfei suddenly frowned and turned away. “Let’s stop talking about him.”

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

The Supply Run

Dean Winchester x Reader; Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic)

Summary: Dean’s girlfriend is at home sick with the flu and he promised to make a run for a few simple things. Her biggest request - go to the actual grocery store and not that gas station up the road.

A/N: A simple little story to complete my bingo card for @spngenrebingo. A big thank you to @kazosa for helping me out with this one!!

Square Filled: Supply Run

Warnings: None

WC: 2.5K

Dean stood outside of the electronic doors and looked up at the giant neon sign. He grumbled at the prospect of entering the dreaded store with its giant aisles and fluorescent overhead lights. Why he couldn’t just grab the necessities from the gas station near home was beyond him. Not like he never had to do a supply run for someone sick before. Plenty of times he had to do this for Sammy when they were kids. Why she insisted on making him go to this horror show just for some simple things baffled him. But yet, the image of the girl he loved, back in the bunker laid up alone and wallowing in germs gave him the final push he needed to take a step forward, triggering the doors to open.

He grabbed a basket and instantly felt lost and slightly intimidated. Looking around he took the first few hesitant steps towards the endless aisles in front of him. She gave him a list, but he thought it looked pretty sparse of any of the good stuff he used to get Sam. Where were the cans of Chicken & Stars soup… the marshmallow fluff… the boxed mac and cheese? All she asked him to get was oranges, Nyquil and Gatorade. 

“Not even a box of Saltines?!” he mumbled incredulously, looking at the paper again and shaking his head.

He started by the produce and found the oranges. Piled high on a display, he absently grabbed the first two his hand touched. A quick avalanche of citrus began rolling down the sides. In a panic, he dropped the basket and caught most before they crashed to the floor. Looking around to see how much attention he gained, he sighed when he realized no one saw. Carefully, Dean placed the oranges back and silently prayed they would stay put. 

Snatching his basket and quickly walking away, Dean bypassed most of the home goods aisles until he found himself boxed in by a display of everything you would need to make smores at home. Dean’s eyes lit up and he immediately grabbed one of each, tossing them into the basket, and moving along down towards the cereal. A box of Lucky Charms caught his eye, and he added it to his basket before nodding in satisfaction.

“This is what I’m talking about,” he muttered with a satisfied grin and continued through the aisles, feeling better about his trip to the big box store. 

Rounding the corner, his attention was in looking up at the sign for the next aisle. He was hoping the cans of soup would be there somewhere when suddenly the hard bump of a shopping cart rammed straight into his side. 

“Excuse you, son!” an older, gray-haired woman admonished as Dean’s box of Lucky Charms went tumbling out of the basket thanks to the collision.

“S-Sorry--” he stuttered, bending down to pick up the box and wrinkled his nose at the narrowed eye expression she was giving him. 

She looked into his basket and shook her head. “This generation… can’t even shop for a proper meal,” she mumbled as she moved along her way. 

“I hate these places,” he groaned. “Why couldn’t I just go to the Gas n Sip. Coulda got all this there…”

Two aisles later, Dean found the cans of condensed Chicken & Stars soup that was a sure-fire way to get her to feel better. Any time Sam had been sick, Dean would get all the essentials, soup included, making Sammy better in no time. If Dean was feeling fancy, he would crumble the saltines on top and Sam would think it was the best thing in the world. Smiling at the memory, he tossed a few into the basket then went on to find the sports drinks she asked for. 

The last item on her very shortlist was the Nyquil. She said it would help her sleep off whatever germs were making her feel like death. He had no doubt that it would, but she would also need sustenance; hence the variety of heavily processed foods he was lugging around in the basket. Half paying attention to where he was wandering, Dean found himself in unfamiliar territory. Thinking he was somewhere near the meds, he began to examine some of the boxes on the shelves. 

As he scanned the boxes and tubes in front of him and read the words like ‘Vagisil’ and ‘Summer’s Eve’ his head snapped up and he took a step back. Realizing he was in the feminine hygiene aisle, he quickly turned on his heel and stepped lively towards where he took a wrong turn. 

“Wrooong aisle,” he said with a nervous laugh just as he nearly ran into the same old lady he did before. 

“You lost, son?” she asked, relishing in the uncomfortable expression he wore. 

“I… um… Nyquil?” he stammered.

“One more aisle over,” she replied with an exasperated huff. “Guess this generation can’t read, either.”

Dean held back all the comments that swirled through his mind and continued on to the correct aisle, biting his tongue as he went. Finding the requested item, Dean took a moment to try and discern which variety she would want. Finally plucking the bottle of neon green liquid from the shelves, he then noticed a variety of other things he thought she may need but didn’t ask for. Stuffing the basket full, he felt a raw sense of satisfaction as he examined all the things that were nearly overflowing from it and headed towards the front of the store.

Once Dean finally made it to the checkout. He lined up all of his goodies on the belt and watched as the clerk—Keith, who’s name tag was overshadowed by a giant pin that read, ‘Be Patient with Me! I’m New!’—studied each item slowly, looking for the bar code to rake across the scanner. Dean’s impatience grew with each painstakingly snail-like pass of an item over the register, the resounding beeeep that followed chipping away at the last of his patience. 

By the time the pimply-faced teenage clerk picked up the box of tissues, then Lucky Charms, Dean heard him snicker under his breath.

“Sick kid at home?” he asked. “My mom used ta buy this shit for me when I was sick.”

Dean flashed a fake but polite smile. “Girlfriend. And she’s waiting for me, so can we speed this along, a little, please?”

“Girlfriend?” Keith snorted again just as he passed the last item, a jar of marshmallow fluff over the red laser light then held it up, shaking it in a mocking fashion. “What is she, twelve?”

Dean snatched it from his hand, threw it in the bag, and did it all with a glare of his intense green eyes. One that made Keith assume would result in his death should he speak another word. 

Continuing to stare down the very young and very nervous cashier, Dean averted his eyes for just a moment, to see a small, plush little teddy bear holding a heart and a miniature mylar ballon, also decked out in hearts, sitting on the top of Keith’s register. Making intense eye contact with Keith, Dean reached out, and added it to the belt and stared the kid down until he finally scanned it, then placed it in the bag. 

The small bit of fear reflected in Keith’s expression was enough to calm Dean’s annoyance. “Buddy,” he said, as he relaxed his gaze as he drew out his wallet, looked at the final tally, and slapped down the total amount in cash, “let me tell you something. When you finally get the opportunity to touch a woman--something I assume is still years away for you--and you find the woman that makes you realize that it's all worth fighting for... A trip to the grocery store to get her everything she could possibly need is the easiest thing in the world to do. Even if it means dodging old ladies and Vagisil. Alright?”

Keith could only nod and wait until Dean gathered his few bags up before taking the cash that resided on the metal table beyond the register. 

The cool air hit Dean’s face as he exited through the second set of automatic doors that led to the parking lot. Throwing the bags on the floor of the Impala, he slid behind the wheel and smiled a soft, thoughtful smile. It was something he did every time he was about to head home knowing she was there, without even realizing he was doing it. 

Back at the bunker, she was curled up in the fetal position in the bed she shared with Dean; head pounding and a sheen of sweat coating her skin. Though she were freezing internally, the fever that raged told her body to both sweat and shiver at the same time. Praying Dean would return soon with the few necessary items, she tried to reposition herself on the bed so she could drink water before falling back down to the mattress, exhausted.

The flu, or whatever it was infesting her, had taken its toll. She had been down for two days, and not able to do much more than lay in bed. Sam had left on a hunt a few days prior, and Dean was doing his best to make sure she had what she needed while still sending Sam support for the job at hand. 

Off in the depths of the halls, familiar sounds of footsteps were coming closer. Hoping it was Dean, she did her best to push the sweaty remnants of hair aside and adjust the t-shirt she wore, so she didn’t look as bad as she thought she did. The faint knock at the door made her look up and call out for them to come in, but the dryness of her throat protested, sending her into a coughing fit.

The door opened, Sam was coming in to check on her, but stopped in his tracks and covered his face with his hand when he saw how sick she really was. 

“Whoa. What the hell happened to you? When I left you had the sniffles,” he said, his voice muffled through his fingers. 

“The flu happened,” she rasped in reply between coughs.

“Where’s Dean?”

“Getting supplies. I hope... He’s been gone a while. Probably because I asked him to go to the actual store. Not the gas station.”

Sam laughed and nodded. “I’m sure he’s having quite the adventure. Alright, let me go see what we got in the kitchen in the meantime. You really do look like crap.”

“Gee. Thanks. Didn’t realize,” she muttered sarcastically before finally falling back to the mattress.

In the kitchen, Sam pulled out a variety of ingredients and was happy to realize he could make what he intended without having to make a supply run of his own. The soup he threw together was simmering, filling the kitchen and surrounding hallways of the bunker with a delicious aroma by the time Dean made it home. 

Dropping the bags on the table, Dean watched his brother curiously for a moment as he slipped the jacket from his shoulders. 

“What’s that?” he asked, peering over Sam’s much taller shoulder. 

“Soup. Or did you not notice the Ebola situation going on in your room?”

“I got her soup. Along with everything else she needs to get better,” he replied, rolling his eyes behind Sam’s back. 

Without turning around, Sam replied, “Let me guess. Chicken and stars, marshmallow fluff and saltines.”

“Yeah… but also Nyquil, oranges, and Gatorade,” Dean retorted with an incredulous snort but left out the part where they were her suggestions. “But, yeah, I absolutely got some other necessities. Hey, don’t knock it, they always worked for you.”

“They worked for me because after you turned around and left, I would sneak down to the closest store and get actual medicine and real soup.”

“Real--Sam… this IS real. Just add water, heat, and stir.”

Sam shook his head and turned back to the stove. “My point is, she cannot live and get better off fluff, alone. Go give her the meds and a Gatorade, this will be ready soon.”

Dean silently mocked his brother’s instructions and grabbed the bag with the few things she specifically asked for, along with a few other things he thought she may want. By the time he reached their shared bedroom and cracked the door open, he was relieved to see that she was sleeping peacefully. Her hair was sweaty and pushed back from her face which was still flush with fever, but it didn’t stop him from leaving a sweet kiss against her head. 

Placing the bag aside, he retrieved the foul-smelling medicine and poured her a shot in the enclosed cup before gently shaking her awake. As she started to come around, he readied the bottle of Gatorade so she could easily take both and then go back to sleep.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he said as she opened her eyes and smiled despite feeling like she’d been hit by a truck.

“Hey…” she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked around slightly confused. “Did I see Sam here earlier or was that a hallucination?”

Dean laughed. “He’s here. He’s making you soup.”

“Oh… that’s sweet. Did you grab--”

“I got everything on your list, and then some. But for now, take this…” he handed her the medicine, and then the bottle of fruit punch. “Then, have this.”

She did as told and once both were consumed, she laid back down on the pillow and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Dean. I know going to the store was a pain, but--”

“It was fine. As long as you got what you need.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t come back with half the store, honestly.”

“There may or may not be a few more bags in the kitchen. But for now, just get passed this fever, then we can talk about making smores with Lucky Charms.”

“What? Ewe.”

“No, it's good. Trust me. Make ya feel better in no time.”

“Hm, no. I’ll pass, but you knock yourself out,” she giggled and then closed her eyes. 

“You rest, okay? I’ll check on you in a bit. Hopefully, you’ll feel better and look a little less…” Dean trailed off, trying to find a nice way to put it. 

“A little less… what?”

“Well, you sorta look like a shifter that didn’t quite shift all the way. Kinda pale and gooey,” he shrugged, and despite her weakened state, earned him a solid punch in the arm from his girlfriend. 

“Jerk.”

“Yeah, well, you love me,” he winked and stood from the bed. “Oh, I uh, got you a few other things in the bag there. But they can wait. Just get try and get some sleep.”

She rolled her eyes, but then with as much energy as she could muster, reached for the bag and looked inside. Pulling out the small bear with the balloon, her eyes found him quickly and he felt a rush of feeling for how she was looking at him. 

“I love it, thank you,” she said and held it close to her. Once she removed the balloon, she burrowed into the covers with the bear and sighed contentedly. Dean bent down to kiss her head again, and before he turned to leave the room, she called out for him. 

“Dean, wait.” Sitting up again, she knew she only had another moment before her head dictated she lay it back down. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but thank you for all you do for me.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I’d do anything for you. Get some sleep. I’ll check on you soon.”

He waited until she laid back down and quietly closed the door behind him. A little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he realized she was the one who could potentially domesticate him, the thought of which didn’t scare him the way it would have before. As Dean made his way back towards the kitchen, the only thing that did scare him was realizing he forgot to get any kind of disinfecting spray to bomb the bunker with. Despite how cute she may have looked cuddling the small bear and falling asleep in his bed, he didn’t want anyone else to suffer from her Ebola-like germs.

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Always Be My Driver - A RoD Rom-Com [Colt x MC/Logan x MC]. CH 6

Book : RIDE OR DIE

PAIRING : Colt x MC/ Logan x MC

SUMMARY: Emma and Colt have been childhood best friends since forever, they were both inseparable. In middle school they became something more but when Colt had to move with his mom away from LA all the way to Miami, things started to change between them. A small misunderstanding leads to the end of their relationship. 6 years later they meet again at the most unlikely place. Will Emma and Colt be able to mend what has been broken between them? Or will it continue to crash and burn?

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 2207

Chapter Summary: Colt and Emma spend the day together.

A/N : short chapter & Excuse my grammatical mistakes. Does the more function on mobile even work?

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are above 18.

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“Get up it’s almost noon!” Mona belts, opening the curtains of the loft letting the bright sunlight hit Emma’s face.

“No! Leave me alone.. I want to wallow in sorrow from the comforts of my bed.” Emma whined, covering her face with a pillow. It was the day after Logan told her they should go on a break. Code for we should break up.

“God, this is the most depressing thing I’ve ever seen.. And I’ve been to prison.” Mona mumbles and plops herself on the bed next to Emma. “Look, technically you’re on a break which could be good thing.”

Emma turns on her side to face Mona. “How can this be a good thing?”

“Because now you actually have some space and time to think about what you actually want.” She grinned, Emma just stares at her with a blank expression, making Mona roll her eyes. “Look ever since Colt showed up you’ve been caught between your feelings for him and Logan.” Emma is about to say something but Mona raises her hand and shushes her. “Before you deny anything please remember who you’re talking to.”

“Does it even matter now? Colt’s spending the whole week with some pretty girl who is so into him and he’s probably into her too. He even took her to our favorite ice cream parlor!”

Mona snorts. "Didn't take you for a quitter?"

“I’m not a quitter.” She protests then gets out of bed, pacing back and forth on the hardwood floors making a creek sound. “It’s just.. I don’t know where Colt stands in regards to what his feelings are for me. I mean one night he tells me how bad he wants to kiss and the next night he acts like he couldn’t care less.”

An alarm on Emma’s phone goes off and she heads to the nightstand to check the notifications. Shit I totally forgot about this. A few months ago Emma’s favorite cousin called her up and told her she was getting married during the summer in San Francisco, when she asked about the RSVP Emma told her that she would be going with a plus one. The plan was that Logan and her were going to drive together Friday morning in time for the rehearsal dinner but that was before they broke up.

“Em? Is everything alright?” Mona quirks an eyebrow.

Emma snaps out of her thoughts. “Yea, Totally. So, Mona any chance you want to attend a wedding in San Francisco this weekend with me?”

Mona snorts out a laugh. “No thanks I have other plans, you’re not the only one with a love life you know.”

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?”

“I don’t but that doesn’t mean I don’t go on dates. Also if you’re thinking about dragging Ximena or Toby along you won’t have any luck there either.”

Emma heaves out a frustrated sigh and plops herself back on the bed. “So now I need to drive 5 hours alone and attend a wedding alone like some loser.”

“You know there is someone else you could ask who would go with you.” Mona gives Emma a knowing look. “You know someone handsome with dark hair, likes to brood by himself, drives a really cool white sport bike.”

Emma scoffs. “Yeah.. Except you forgot that someone happens to be occupied the whole week with some petite brunette named Jean.”

“Haha… You know you’re cute when your jealous? But I think that Colt would turn down a date with 100 pretty brunette’s named Jean just so he could be with you.” Mona gives a sincere smile which rarely happens. “I need to head out for a job. Just do me a favour, take a shower before you start to reek."

"Fine!" She answers, throwing her hand up in the air before heanding for the bathroom.

Half an hour later…

After a long cold shower, Emma walks out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and her damp hair when she hears a soft knock on the door. I thought Mona left already? She opens the door and to her surprise, sees Colt standing on the other side. "Can I come in?" He asked with a serious expression on his face.

She gives him a skeptical look before eventually nodding and motions for him to enter the room.

"What do you want?" She said in a flat tone with her arms crossed.

His eyes wandered from her face down her chest then back to her face again. "I uh.. Your car’s park in the garage but didn't see you all day, thought maybe I’d check up on you. I wanted to see if you were okay?”

Emma scoffs. "Suddenly you care so much?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'll always care about you Emma, you know that right? If something is bothering you, you can always talk to me." He replies and she could see how sincere he was. Great now I feel bad for being a jerk. "I had some stuff going on, I wasn't really in the mood to do anything this morning."

"Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?" A sudden loud growling sound comes out Emma’s direction. Her face turns pink, she wraps her arms around her stomach. “Have you eaten anything since this morning?”

“Obviously not.”

“Get dressed, we’re going out to grab something to eat. I’m driving.” He smiles and whirls on his heels towards the door, stopping at the threshold, looking over his shoulder. “Wear something appropriate, no dresses or skirts.”

A little while later…

Emma heads down to the garage to meet Colt, she sees him leaning against his motorcycle arms folded. A grin appears on his face as he watches her saunter over. “Took you long enough.”

“Yeah well, you don’t get to look like this without putting in any effort.”

Colt rolls his eyes. “Here, this is for you.” He says and hands her a black coloured helmet, she raises her eyebrow at him. “What’s this for? Aren’t we taking a car?”

Colt scoff. “At this hour? You know how bad the traffic is in LA right?” Emma bites her lower lip, she’d hate to admit it but she’s never ridden on a motorcycle before. “You haven’t ridden one of these before have you?” Emma shakes her head as a reply that she’s never rode a motorcycle.

Colt snorts out a laugh. “Emma.. Emma… Emma.. you’re really missing out. So what do you say?” He gestures at the helmet on his hand giving her a challenging look. “Or are you too chicken?”

Did he just call me a chicken? “Alright fine!” She forcefully grabs the helmet out from Colts hand. “And don’t think for one second that you’re slowling down on this thing. I want full speed or no speed at all.”

“Yes ma’am” he gives an exaggerated salute before hopping on to his bike, Emma sitting behind him. Colt starts revving the throttle of his bike while waiting for the garage door to open. “Hold on tight sweetheart, we’re going on one hell of a ride.”

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A little while later after maneuvering through the bustling city traffic of LA, the two finally reach a familiar spot.

Emma hopped off the bike and opens up her helmet, slowly taking in the sight. A low shrug escaped her and Colt notices. “What not fancy enough for you?”

“No it’s not that, it’s just that I haven’t been here in like almost forever.”

“Well same here, I hope their hotdogs are still as good though. Common all that riding around worked up an appetite.” The two stopped at a nearby food cart and Colt orders a couple of hotdogs after that they continue walking towards the pier. They lean against the wooden rail and enjoy every bite of their food while silently taking in the view of the ocean.

“So.. where’s Jean?” She tries not to grimace as she said the name. “Aren’t you like supposed to be her personal tour guide around LA or something?”

Colt thought back to the night before after the movies and during his time with Jean at the ice cream shop.

“Omg.. This is literally the best handmade ice cream I’ve tasted so far!” Jean beams as she takes another scoop and stuffed it in her mouth. Colt chuckled. “What did I tell ya, Barry beats any big ice cream franchise by a 100 miles. I used to come here a lot with Emma when we were kids.”

Jean gave Colt knowing look when he mentions her name and clears her throat “So how long have you been in love with her?”

Colt slightly chokes on his ice cream. “What do you mean how long have I been in love with her? I’m not in love with..” “Colt it’s fine, I saw the way you looked at her when we were at the movies and the way your face lights up everytime you say her name. Which by the way is a very rare thing to happen for Colt Kaneko.” She grinned and it made Colt slightly blush. “So what’s the scoop? Pun intended.”

Colt snort then heaves a sigh, running his hand through his hair. “You want the whole story?” She nodded excitedly. “Alright where do I begin.” Colt told Jean everything from how they were when they were kids to their first kiss and when they broke up. “Did the two of you ever talk about it? The whole time you were here?”

“Why should we it’s in the past we’ve both moved on, she dating Logan.” He grimaced as he mentioned the name. “Does she know you still have feelings for her?.”

“Like I said she has a boyfriend. I go back to MIT in Boston after the summer ends, what’s the point?”

“So you should still tell her how you feel. What she decides after that is up to her but she at least deserves to know the truth. It’s okay to make yourself feel vulnerable sometimes Colt, when it’s with the right person.”

Colt let her words sink in for a moment. “I’ll think about it but no promises.”

“That’s good enough for me.” She chuckled. “Hey so about this week you don’t have to like be my tour guide or anything. I actually made plans with someone else.”

“Ouch!” He exaggeratedly pressed his hands to his chest. “Did I just get ditched? You hurt me Jean, you know that?”

Jean chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll survive.”

“She had other plans. We’re cool.” He answers and take one last bite of his hotdog. “I’d better get you back to the garage before pretty boy finds you missing and gets all worried.”

Emma shrugs. “I don’t think there is anything to worry about.” Colt gives her a questioning look. “Is everything okay?”

“We sort of broke up, last night. It was sort of my fault. I don’t really want to talk about it.” Only because it involved you.

Colt rubbed the back of his head. “Well good riddance.”

“Colt!”

“What? I’m just saying Em, you’re too good for him. You deserve better. I know I’ve said this before and I’ll keep saying it again.” He said with a sincere look on his face. “You deserve to be with someone who can give you a family and that house in the suburbs with the white picket fence. Just like you always wanted when we were kids.”

He remembered? “Colt, that’s not who I am anymore.” She replies but her expression was unconvincing. Of course that was what she still wanted, the garage was only a temporary arrangement for her to pay for her college expenses. But she never really talked to Logan about what comes after she’s done with college, does he plan on being a car thief for the rest of his life? “How do you even remember all of that? It’s been years.”

“I remember everything about you Emma Park. You’re not really an easy person to forget.” He smiled at her and it felt warm and genuine. “Okay Mr. Flatterer, what's going on with you today?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s.. It’s nothing just forget about it.” She waves him off and takes one last bite of her hotdog. Maybe since he is in such a good mood, this might be the right time to ask him. “So uh.. I need a small favor from you.” He raised an eyebrow at her giving a curious look. “There’s this thing coming up this weekend. You know my cousin Amanda?”

“The one who used to babysit us when we were kids?”

“Yup the very same, well she’s getting married this weekend and I RSVP six months ago that I would be going with a plus one but then the whole thing with Logan happened so now I don’t have a plus one and that sucks because…”

“Sure I’ll go as your plus one.” He answers before she could finish her whole speech. “But I didn’t even finish talking yet.”

“Well wasn’t that what you’re going to ask me?” He raised his eyebrows and she nodded. “So you’ll do it? Just like that?”

“Sure, as long as you promise to introduce me to all the pretty hot bridesmaid that will be attending.” He grinned and Emma rolled her eyes. “Do we have a deal?”

Emma thought for a moment does she really want to see other girls fond over Colt during their time there? “It’s a deal.”

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Equestrian Training

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1343

Summary: Training time at the compound with Steve, Nat, and Clint.

Square Filled: Horseback Riding @star-spangled-bingo 

Cap2Challenge-Prompt: Is that a horse?! Do I look like a cowboy to you?  @imhereforbvcky and @justsomebucky 

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You walked along the grassy pasture that led away from the compound. You wondered why you were told to report to the north field for training. Practicing sneak attacks in the flatlands? You crested a hill and saw a neat barn with a few paddocks. There were some chickens wandering around a coop, some sheep grazing. You saw Lucky, Clint’s dog eyeing the sheep. He was laying in a sunny spot by the barn.

“Hey Lucky…are you training me today?” You frowned, it wouldn’t be the strangest thing you had done since being recruited.

Lucky favored you with a chuffing noise then went back to watching the sheep.

“No. I’ve got you today.” Clint came out of the barn leading a horse.

“Is that a horse?! Do I look like a cowboy to you?” You eyed the horse with mistrust. “How many missions will I need to be on horseback?”

“It’s an excellent workout and helps you center yourself. Plus it’s a horse! Stop complaining.” Clint lovingly petted the horse along it’s nose.

“Clint…I’m not good with big animals. Cats and dogs, fine. But I cannot…center myself on a horse.”

“We didn’t get much training on equestrian lessons at the academy.” Natasha came from around the barn, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. Steve was walking with her. They had obviously just finished some training in the woods.

“Thank you.” You gestured to Natasha. “Did you learn to ride these?”

“They fear her.” Clint frowned. “But yeah, she learned.”

“What about you? Did you ride many horses in WW2?” You asked Steve.

“I’m sure that this is a good skill to have.” Steve sidestepped the question, going to pet the horse.

“Glad you think that. Cause you’re learning, too.” Natasha smiled.

“I don’t think-”

“Not the best-”

“Don’t scare my horses.”

“Look. Like you said it’s a good skill to have. What if you were stranded somewhere and you needed a horse to get away. Are you questioning my training?” Natasha asked Steve.

Facts were, Natasha loved sticking Steve and you together. She enjoyed how you bothered each other. Several training sessions had ended with Steve wearing his ‘disappointed ‘ face and you frustrated as hell.

“So everyone mount up.” Clint shrugged and climbed into the saddle. He muttered to the horse and gave it a sugar cube.

“He really likes animals.” You chuckled.

“Steve had to implement an animal control or he’d have more animals than people here.” Natasha was settling herself on her horse, it stood perfectly still.

“Even animals respect her.” Steve was trying to find the best way onto the horse. He swung himself up effortlessly and sat confidently. You remembered Tony saying he’d like to punch Steve in his perfect teeth, you could concur.

“Okay horse. I’m not trying to bother you. Or annoy you. If you let me on your back, I’ll give you a sugar cube. Let’s just try and work together.” You figured out the easiest way would be to use the fence as a ladder.

You were graceful, all those years in the academy had made sure of that. But you didn’t trust the horse and he knew it. You didn’t carry the threatening air that Natasha did, so the horse tried to knock you off the fence. You finally got settled and saw all the superheros were watching you with amusement.

“Red Room graduate.” Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled.

“They taught me to kill with my thighs, not grip monstrous creatures…except that one time.” You furrowed your brow.

Clint went through the basics and the four of you took off. It wasn’t very calming, you didn’t feel centered. Clint was next to you, giving advice. Natasha and Steve were behind you.

Soon your abs were burning trying to keep your form. Nat and Clint had moved in front of you, they were talking. Steve was behind them and in front of you. He was looking at the woods. The trotting was sort of nice, you understood why some women really, really enjoyed this. You were enjoying it enough to be staring at Steve’s ass. It was a crime really that such an ass was attached to such a stoic person. You watched the muscles clench and unclench. You startled and the horse gave a noise of displeasure.

“Sorry, sorry.” You apologized and the horse whinnied. He was clearly not impressed with your equestrian skills. Neither were you. Paying more attention to Steve’s ass than the ride was not a good move.

“Are you still back there?” Steve turned his head slightly.

“Yes. Just enjoying the scenery.” You cringed.

“I think we’re ready to try faster.” Clint called back. Natasha took off like a shot. “Not that fast cheater!” Clint yelled and took off after her.

“And they’re gone.” Steve looked through the trees.

“What the fuck? Is that the end of my lesson?” You tried to see where they went without pissing off your horse.

“They’re not great teachers.” Steve frowned.

“My ass is asleep and my horse hates me. Do I pass?” You asked.

“We’re almost back to the barn. You can get down if you can’t take it.” Steve offered.

“Some of us don’t have super soldier butt cheeks.” You hissed as you brought your horse to a standstill. You slid awkwardly to the ground. Your horse seemed pleased to be free. You took the reigns and strode past Steve.

“I thought you were a ballerina. They have…somewhat strong…” Steve trailed off. He didn’t know how to end that sentence.

“Strong?” You closed your lips around a smile.

“You’re strong.” He finished.

“Thanks. But it’s not the muscles, it’s the saddle.” You stretched your legs and continued to walk.

“Shit.” You heard him dismount and he was walking next to you leading his horse. “You had to mention that.”

“It’s probably worse for guys.” You nodded and pulled a leaf off a tree, twirling it in your fingers.

“You know Nat puts us together because she likes to make me uncomfortable.” He said, conversationally.

“I make you uncomfortable?” You gasped in mock-shock.

“You like doing things your own way. That makes me uncomfortable.”

“You plan every moment. Everything done to code then you go on the run as a wanted criminal. You are hard to read and that makes me uncomfortable.” You shrugged. “I like to be able to read people and you I cannot nail down.”

“It’s a big team. You could just avoid me.” Steve glanced at you.

“You’re the FIRST Avenger. I feel like we’d run into one another.” You sighed. “It’s not a big issue. As soon as I repay Natasha for getting me out of there I’m retiring.”

“Retiring?” He scoffed.

“Yes. In the country or the mountains. No horses. Maybe the beach. I’d just like to rest for once in my life. You know?” You tossed the leaf.

“Are you not following orders so you can get kicked out?” The barn was in sight now. You had no idea where Clint and Nat were. Their horses were back in the stalls. “You can leave any time.”

“Well, not really. I owe Nat. She said that she made amends for what she did by helping. So…I’m helping. And if my old employers found me I’d be dead. So kinda need you all to protect me.” You didn’t see a point in lying. You’d already spilled your guts. The damn horse ride really did center you.

You led the horses into the barn and into the stalls. With some trial and error (and looking it up on your phone) you got the horses un-saddled and settled in with some water, food, and a carrot.

“I wonder where your trainers went.” Steve looked around. Then there were noises from the hayloft.

“This hay is making me itch.” Clint complained.

“Let’s just take one of the crops back to our room.” Natasha’s voice followed.

“I’m not training with them anymore.” You fast walked out of the barn with Steve on your heels.

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Sneak peek: The Butterfly Effect

A/N: okay so I’m rewatching the Umbrella Academy and I love it soo much I’m like neck deep in this fandom lmao anyway I have this bizzare idea for either a reader fic or a crossover. Maybe both.

My only concern with making it a reader x five fic is that it may attract people who aren’t minors who thirst over Aidan (Number Five) and that worries me. I don’t want to make him a target?? If that makes sense. But anyway, here is a sneak peek at what I’ve been working on. (The first chapter of the fic...maybe)

Anyway, this will be a collection of fics featuring Klaus, Diego, Five, all your faves and will either be Reader fics or a crossover/AU. Anyway I’m not sure what I’m doing but I really like this so far so here we go.

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High school — Five has recently discovered — is a nightmare.

Not even five minutes into his first day and he’s wistfully thinking back to the time he literally time travelled to the fucking apocalypse, comparing the smouldering rubble and plumes of acrid smoke to the exaggerated laughter of flirty cheerleaders and the clouds of cheap deodorant wafting through the hallways. Jocks bump into him, nerds scamper past, goth kids brood together in knots.

It’s all very...cliche. Obnoxious. Disappointing.

Five shoulders past a group of sneering girls, who wrinkle their nose at him as though he had somehow insulted them with his presence. Five doesn’t really care — their snotty opinion of him hardly matters in the grand scheme of things. He’s been through worse, things that would erode their tiny, shitty, cabbage patch hindbrains. He can survive the tedious scrutiny of whatever High school has to offer.

When he finally finds his locker, Five dips into his pocket and retrieves the four digit code, scrawled onto a scrap piece of paper in barely comprehensible chicken scratch. His fingers fumble clumsily around the lock until it clicks, but nothing happens.

Five sighs, rolling his eyes. He’s not surprised.

He yanks on the locker in frustration. Why did the missing number forty-three have to be hiding at this school? This utter waste of brick and cement and electricity and time, Jesus, so much time invested in this prison of a place where they shit out useless information on nothing that matters and expect people to care and now this locker won’t fucking open—

“You’re doing it wrong,” a voice over his shoulder sighs, exasperated.

Five slants a dismissive glare over his shoulder at the stranger, “I’m pretty sure I can handle the mechanics of poorly manufactured, government-grade tin-can lockers.”

“If you could handle it, your locker would be open by now,” she - the voice is decidedly female - remarks, coolly, “Unless you don’t mind being embarrassingly defeated by poorly manufactured, government-grade tin-can lockers? Not a great start to your Freshman year.”

Five wheels around, his jaw clicking open, prepared to bark at this stranger, this imbecile who, who —

He swallows.

His first thought is that she’s tiny, the kind of tiny that reminds him vaguely of Olympic ice skaters and ballerinas, except she holds herself as though she were a lot taller. Bronze-brown complexion, black, bushy hair tackled into a pony tail, long, thick lashes and syrupy brown eyes, molasses-dark and confusingly bright, a sheer contrast to the dull glaze of most millennials he’s encountered during the time he’s spent here.

Five’s second thought is that she makes corduroy look semi-decent. She’s wearing a brown, corduroy skirt matched with a black, long sleeved top, thigh-high socks and ankle boots. A scarf is wrapped snugly around her neck.

His third thought is that she — this tiny, corduroy-wearing brat — rankles him in a way he doesn’t quite understand.

And Five is used to understanding almost everything.

“Are you going to stand there outside your locker until the bell rings?” She asks, folding her arms over her chest, “Or are you going to let me show you how to open it?”

Five’s nostrils flare. He steps away begrudgingly, allowing her to approach his locker. He catches a whiff of her perfume as she steps closer; caramel smooth and vanilla-sweet, like the cookies his mother bakes him when he’s upset.

Five’s mood immediately sours.

“Paying attention?” She snaps, curling slender fingers around the lock and gripping it, “You lift, push and tug,” She demonstrates, lifting, pushing and tugging with practiced ease and the locker door groans, swinging open, “Got it?”

Five is suddenly, uncomfortably aware of how close he is to her and he has to grind his jaw and swallow his discomfort before he answers, somewhat tartly.

“Yes.”

“Good,” She snips, curtly, “Because I wasn’t going to show you again.”

“Good,” Five repeats, flatly, “I wouldn’t want you to.”

She crosses her arms over her chest again, sweeping an appraising look over him, her gaze travelling from his face to his tie, to his shoes then back to his eyes again. She seems to be weighing something, micromanaging - he suspects - cataloguing and tagging and noting fine details and small mannerisms and whatever it is that she’s seeing in him right now as she stands there with those dumb, brown eyes.

And then, she digs the clunky heel of her boot into the polished floors and whirls around, stalking purposely down the hallway.

The bell for home room blares obnoxiously, bouncing off the walls.

Five sighs deeply, rubbing his forehead with the heel of his palm, feeling older than his sixty years.

High school truly is exhausting.

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[chaoticneutralwriter]

15; Dark Chocolate

In which you recall satisfying your hunger with expensive chocolate but Jimin satisfied his in a very... different way.

idol!Jimin x staff!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, romance, things get a little spicy/steamy, slow-burn

word count: 6.3k (ooof)

A/N: So I decided to jump ahead in the timeline for this AU bc OOOF you know that look has birthed how many AUs and got me feelin’ all kinds of ways the power of Park Jimin. And whoo okay first stab at writing something a little more intimate and i suuucckkk so ;w; keep your expectations low.

You breathe in deeply, trying to regulate your palpitating heart because you cannot afford to be sweating in this dress right now. Funny and ironic because the dress is precisely the reason why you’re very close to breaking out into a nervous sweat. It’s a fancy award show in Japan, one of which you had to be part of the ‘escort’ team for the boys which you had no problem with (hey, it’s free access to a full award show), only part of the job was also having to adhere to the dress code.

 Your coworker had more of a field day than you when she heard the news, and aggressively insists that she helped you pick out your dress. In part of her insistence, she had talked you into wearing a rather daring number because, ‘you can’t have those idol girls show you up in front of your man! You need to work it girl!’

 And you can’t say her hype-woman ways didn’t get to you because here you are, about to step out of your hotel room to meet up with the rest of the team in that very same dress. The deep crimson colour is nice, it’s definitely something you’d wear but the cut of it is a whole other story. It had a plunging neckline that you can’t say you were use to but as if that wasn’t enough of being out of your comfort zone, the dress had a dual split-front right up each leg that allows for double the Angelina Jolie stance. The only thing saving you from chickening out completely in changing into your ‘backup’ is the long sleeve of the dress; it makes you feel a little…less exposed. Red strapped heels, a little smokey eye, loose waves that was side swept completed your ensemble that had you practically holding up a sign that screams, ‘Lady in Red.'

 You reach up to tuck the loose strand of hair back behind your ear, scowling a little at how shaky your hand had become. You huff once; trying to settle yourself once again by giving a pep talk that you can do this. You can totally march out of here and sashay your way like you own this place. Girl, you. Look. Good.

 Satisfied, you grab your small clutch, checking over if you forgot anything and then fling the door open before the surge of confidence goes away. Your heels are muted against the carpeted flooring of the hotel, but you put an extra stomp to your step to also keep yourself from tripping (heels and carpet are not a good combination). You round the corner just in time to the designated meeting spot, only finding a couple of people already there, dressed up to standard for the occasion.

 You greet them with a bow though you modestly kept a hand close to your chest to avoid unnecessary flashing and smile shyly when compliments were given your way. It boosts your confidence a little, however it fans at your nerves just a little more as slowly but surely, the members start making their appearances.

 “Ohh wow, noona.” Hoseok smiles widely, giving an approving nod your way that makes your cheeks heat up involuntarily. “You’re like a true ‘Lady in Red’. Ah, they’re done for now.”

 You laugh breathlessly; waving off his comment as if he could really say anything about you when he looks about ready to kill half the nation with just his looks alone (the stylists has unleashed the forehead after all, your prayers to the fandom). You say so as much and he laughs boisterously in return, clearly embarrassed by the way his face flushes pink even under the foundation. As more of the boys trickle in, looking red carpet ready in a variety of black suits, the cycle is repeated; greetings were exchanged along with compliments and whoever threw it out first was given one in return and soon everyone is reduced to a bashful, awkward shy mess (even Seokjin, who held out the longest, had his ears turning redder than a tomato by the end of it).

 It makes you feel a little at ease, the way these six arguably most sought out men are still not used to being dressed up and complimented for their good looks. However, your ease was short-lived when the last of the member, Jimin, strolls up, still in the process of shrugging on his jacket with the help of stylists trailing behind him; this man who you thought couldn’t steal your breath away any more than he did on a regular basis, is doing so to the point you don’t even know what breathing is anymore now.

 He’s dressed in a classic black suit to match with the rest of his member’s look; no shine, no sparkles, just plain and simple but the clean look of it along with his coiffed, neatly styled hair had him looking like the heir to an insanely large business mogul, or better yet, an actual CEO of one. The moment he looks up from straightening and buttoning his jacket, eyes meeting yours….

 Hoseok’s right; they’re done for, and by them he actually should’ve meant you because holy hell.

 Jimin looks surprised for a moment as his gaze moves over you, feeling him taking you in and you resist the urge to swallow loudly but by the time his eyes trail back up to yours, it’s taken on a darken look that you can’t help but immediately break eye contact. Thankfully, the managers has taken to getting everyone moving once all was accounted for so the exchange had gone unnoticed, save for the ever watchful and attentive members who only share knowing smiles at one another.

 Your focus is immediately drawn on the rundown of your duties and what’s expected of everyone who’s supporting that’s being given. As much as it’s nice to get dolled up, you still had a job to do. So in a whirlwind that you’re still not quite used to, you’re rushed into separate vans and transported to the venue.

 As soon as you’ve arrived, you go your separate ways to be able to meet and escort the boys ahead of time, touch up their makeup and straighten their suits and direct them to the right staff members to be shown their seats. 

 You find yourself trying to catch your breath for the second time that night from all the rushing you had to do.

 Right on time, the boys walk through after being interviewed on the red carpet, greeting the camera before disappearing down the hall to enter the auditorium through another set of doors meant for artists.

 “Y/N-ssi, can you straighten Jimin-ssi’s tie? It looks like it’s bunching a little.” A makeup artist asks, glancing up only briefly from blotting Yoongi’s face. You gulp but nod regardless, tucking the makeup bag under your arm before you move to where the blonde is standing. He just got his makeup retouched, the makeup artist moving on quickly to the next member, which allowed for you to take her place in front of him. You firmly keep your eyes on his tie; gaze barely traveling up beyond his chin but the close proximity still has your heart beating faster than it should. You could practically feel his breath fanning against your forehead.

 “You look beautiful tonight, noona.” He speaks lowly, keeping the conversation between just the two of you. It makes your breath hitch a little as you look up from beneath your lashes, straightening his tie as best you can.

 “I look like a potatoe beside you.” You say in an attempt to brush off the compliment from burning your cheeks off; it doesn’t work thanks to Jimin’s breathless chuckle.

 “Don’t say that. If anything, you’ll be a sweet potatoe; my favourite.”

 You snort a little before covering it up by clearing your throat. You can only smack him lightly against his chest for giving such a greasy line. He doesn’t seem to care if the wide grin on his face is anything to go by. Your hands travel up to fix his collar and it’s then that you feel him leaning closer; much too close to having one’s collar be fixed. You subtly begin to lean back, but all he does is follow and that’s when you know; he’s teasing you.

 The little shit.

 You give one last pat before stepping away completely, his cologne lingering in your senses. He sends you a smirk before he’s rushed off with the rest to get to their seats. You let out a sigh, giving your own pat on the face to get a hold of yourself as you’re being called away.

 “Since you’ll be seated in a VIP section, can you film some footage for Bangtan Bombs?”  A VJ asks, handing you a handy cam. You’ve only been given permission to film a couple of times but it’s enough for you to get the gist of working the camera and what sorts of footage they want.

 Flashing your staff badge around your neck, you’re lead to your own seating section, placed at the very edge of the artist seating area up top. If you strained your neck a bit, you spot the backs of the boys’ heads and though you had to also angle yourself to get a view of the stage, you were satisfied with your seating (and you get your own modesty blanket too, sweet). Settling in, you brace yourself for the long ride.

 Halfway through the show and about three awards won by the boys later, you set your camera down to give your arm a rest during a commercial break. You roll your shoulders, trying to work out the kinks and contemplate on going to the restroom to freshen up and stretch your legs.

 One bathroom trip later, all the water is gone from your stomach, which makes you realize how hungry you actually are. Is there a secret snack table for artists somewhere that you can mooch off from? Damn it, that’s what you forgot: snacks in your clutch, you should’ve snuck some.

 Pouting, you make your way back to your seat only to be stopped by none other than Jimin. He smiles before waving you over from his seat next to Namjoon’s (who’s missing, probably a bathroom break like you) and curiously, you make your way over.

 “Is there something you need?” You ask, grabbing the larger fabric of your dress to make a makeshift modesty blanket to kneel down without flashing anyone and lean a little closer to him to talk over the noise. Jimin, in turn, leans in and you had to hold yourself back from shivering when his voice comes close to your ear.

 “When we go perform, you can take my seat to film; it has a better view of the stage.” 

 You blink perplexedly but all he does is shoot you a charming smile that has you blushing almost immediately. You avert your gaze, clearing your throat and hurriedly agree to slink back to your seat, already feeling the heat of the cameras, no doubt from Jimin’s fan sites. You’d rather not have a field day in doing damage control if anything gets blown out of proportion. However, Jimin seems to have other ideas.

 “How are you enjoying the show? Are you doing okay?” His hand subtly grazes the wrist of your hand that’s hidden from prying eyes, stopping you from your retreat. You nearly keen over at the genuinely sweet concern he has but also very well nearly combust at the same time.

 “I’m doing okay, I’m also really enjoying the show and performances. Also,” You beam, can’t help the widening smile that stretches across your painted lips. “Congratulations, to you and Bangtan; looks like you’ll each be getting a trophy before the end of the night.” 

 Jimin’s own smile takes up his face, eyes crinkling to crescents as he bashfully tilts his head to the side as if trying to hide the pink tinge taking up his cheeks. “Ah, noona, don’t say that…” 

 You let out a little laugh but compose yourself as you catch sight of the broadcasting camera getting into position and the big screen showing their last advertisement, signaling the start of the show again.

 “I should get going.” You say, making show of fixing your staff badge around your neck. 

 “Ah, yeah.” Jimin makes a move to run his hand through his hair but stops himself midway, realizing he shouldn’t ruin it and instead places it on the back of his neck to rub shyly, averting his gaze. You hold back a giggle at how cute he looks. Before you straighten up fully, he speaks up again. “I hope you look forward to our stage.”

 You smile back at him, not hiding your enthusiasm. “Of course I will.” 

 And you were definitely not disappointed. Their stage has never failed to amaze you and the audience alike; always so pumped with energy, precision, and showmanship that have the auditorium shaking (literally! You swore you felt your seat vibrate to the beat of the song). As well as per Jimin’s suggestion, you got quite the view and you swear more than once you’ve caught Jimin purposefully going towards your side of the stage just to show off.

 Cheeky.

 But as fast as the excitement came, it’s over in a flash and before you know it, you’re preparing to leave for the hotel. Everyone is rightfully exhausted and you don’t blame them; the entire night you didn’t think the boys were in their seats for more than fifteen minutes at a time. However, there’s still a slight buzz in the air that conveyed their good mood as everyone piled into the vans. Even so, a shower and warm bed (and maybe some room service) is something everyone is looking forward to now.

 You all pile into the elevator, the boys chattering amiably with each other about their performances, the awards and how thankful they are that everything went smoothly and no one got hurt, as well as the awards they were blessed with. 

 “I told Jimin you guys would probably be getting an award each to carry home by the end of the night. I should’ve turned it into a bet.” You playfully say, causing most of the boys to laugh.

 “Wow, you would’ve made a fortune!” Seokjin exclaims while still laughing. The blonde in question giggles before you feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you feel the heat of his body. He’s changed out of the suit and tie like the rest of the boys, wearing a comfy sweatshirt and dark pants. His hair is still styled and he’s yet to wipe off his makeup too, but the dressed down appearance makes him radiate boyfriend vibes.

 “I’ll buy you something nice then as a way to congratulate you on your prediction.” And if you weren’t already flustered enough, he places a chaste kiss on the top of your head. It elicits a series of whoops and hollers that practically shake the lift. 

 “I—That’s not what I mean, you don’t have to do that Jimin-ah.” You mutter bashfully.

 “What if I want to spoil you?” is his confident reply.

 “Oohhh!! Manly Park Jimin-ssi!!” Hoseok whoops, joined in by Jungkook who’s contorting his expression into something between hardcore cringing and wholesome hyping.

 You try to seem appalled by the renewed ruckus but can only muster a half-hearted smack to Jimin’s chest before burying your face in it when the catcalls from the other boys don’t stop.

 “Hey, stop guys you’re making her shy.” You hear Jimin reprimand lightly, hearing the slight laughter reverberate from his chest as he rubs your back in comfort. “Don’t mind them noona.”

 “Okay, okay, leave the two lovebirds alone guys.” Namjoon chimes in just as the lift reaches the right floor. You had to hold back a laugh on that as you remove your face from your makeshift hiding space by the way Jimin whines at his other members to stop teasing him. You all shuffle out and the boys start going their separate ways to their rooms except for Jimin, who’s seems very adamant on keeping you glued to his side as he leads you in the direction of your room.

 With the shouts of goodnights (and more teases) dying down behind you, you’re finally left alone in the quiet hotel hallway with the handsome blonde.

 “Are you hungry? Should we have dinner together before sleeping?” Jimin asks, voice taking on a low timbre. As if by the mention of food, you feel and hear your stomach rumble and growl as if agreeing for you. It pulls a tinkling laugh from Jimin, one that makes you duck your head in embarrassment, even though you had no intentions of turning down his suggestion, so you could only mumble a yes. 

 You think you hear a ‘cute’ amongst his giggling as you fish out your room card and unlock your door. As you both head inside, he gives your waist a squeeze before breaking off to head over to the phone.

 “What do you want to eat noona?” He calls from over his shoulder as you awkwardly try to unstrap your heels and walk at the same time, eager to flop onto your bed. 

 “A salmon fillet? Maybe miso ramen…?” You trail off, not really sure because you just need sustenance so Jimin’s affirmation noise of hearing your initial answer doesn’t bother you. You finally get your heels off with a huff of relief, flinging them to where you think your luggage is and as you’re about to swan dive into your downy duvets, you’re stopped by the sight of a dark brown box, tied with a nice golden bow, situated perfectly in between two lumps of towels folded expertly to look like swans.

 Chocolates.

 More specifically; Godiva chocolates.

 Bless.

 You like to thank God but also Jesus for allowing you to have this bougie job to be able to get these bougie chocolates in your time of need, you think as you nearly mangle the perfect bow of the ribbon in getting the lid open to the cocoa goodness inside.

 Each piece looks delectable and mouth watering, so you didn’t give it much thought as you pluck one out and pop it into your mouth. You moan to yourself in satisfaction as the first rich taste of chocolate hits your taste buds, your stomach approving as well. You get through the first piece in no time, eager to pick out a second one. As you work through your second piece, you actually take a look at the back of the lid to see what flavours you’re currently eating and which are left (though to be honest, it’s not like it’ll change your mind on not eating them since they all sound as delicious as they look).

 “What’re you up to pretty girl?” 

 You’re startled by a deep Busan drawl and you’re quick to realize that it’s Jimin who snuck up behind you while you were so immersed with your chocolate studying. You swallow the piece in your mouth loudly (you rather not risk choking on it instead), eyes wide from his close proximity. He only smirks mischievously at you, eyes hooded and dark like you had seen just briefly when you first walked out of your room, making your breath hitch a little before his eyes drift to your point of interest.

 “Oh, chocolates! Were they complimentary?” And like that, sweet, angelic Jimin is switched back and it takes you a moment to reorient yourself.

 “Y-Yeah; found them on the bed and…got kinda hungry…” You answer lamely. Jimin hums noncommittally, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder so naturally that you’re a little envious at how easily he initiates skinship.

 “Looks good, can I have one?” His breath tickles your cheek and you have to fight off a shudder to hold up the box and offer it to him. He doesn’t make any movement to reach for one and as you throw him a questioning look, he shoots you a grin before opening his mouth with an ‘ah’ in response.

 Ah, this little—

 “I don’t know which one you want.” Your voice comes out strained, trying to keep cool. Jimin takes the time to laugh.

 “I think anything you give me will be good.” 

 “But you have hands….”

 “But I like being fed. Especially if it’s you.”

 Wow…. You’re about to ascend soon.

 You can only blink at him, having been rendered speechless with a gradually heating face and all he does is smile back innocently. It goes on for what seems like minutes before he nudges you and throws in his finishing move; a pout. You give in. 

 Taking a glance at the chocolate box, you scan it briefly before picking a piece out and bring it up to Jimin, who eagerly leans forward to capture it with his mouth. Least to say, nothing could've prepared you for the feeling of warm, plush lips brushing against your fingertips. You’re lucky that the chocolate piece was in his mouth or else you would’ve definitely dropped it by how fast you take back your hand in surprise, heart racing a mile a minute.

 Jimin doesn’t seem to mind, chewing cheerfully and letting out an exaggerated hum of satisfaction. “Mmm… These really are Godiva chocolate huh?” 

 You nod, trying to calm yourself by choosing another piece of chocolate to devour. You take one blindly and pop it into your mouth without thought, letting the sweet taste wash over you and it seems to do the trick.

 “Noona.”

 You turn on instinct and are met with a familiar feeling: warm, plush lips. Only this time, they graze the corner of your mouth. It’s so feather-light that for a moment you weren’t sure if you actually felt them but he lingers, waiting and watching you. For a moment, you forget how to breathe (for the nth time).

 “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Was that okay?” He asks carefully, voice a little above a whisper as if he doesn’t want to scare you. You feel his breath fan against your cheeks, the sweet smell of the chocolate faint but you find that his words were sweeter. It makes you smile.

 “It’s fine…. You just surprised me.”

 “Then…. Can I kiss you?”

 The question never fails to make butterflies flutter in your stomach and you find that every time, your answer doesn’t change; you nod. You can see the way he lights up, holding a smile back before leaning in to press his lips fully on yours. You meet him halfway. The kiss is slow and tender, wherein Jimin takes his time in molding his lips to perfectly fit yours, enjoying the taste and feel. Though this isn’t the first time he’s kissed you, he still acts like it does, committing every moment to memory. You’re absolutely lost in the feeling, eyes shut and just letting your senses and him guide you that you almost miss the way he pulls you closer, shifting you so that you’re practically on his lap and facing more towards him. 

 You feel his hand cup the underside of your jaw, caressing lightly with his thumb and the rings on his fingers feel much cooler against your rapidly heating skin. There are moments that you two break away briefly, but as if like magnets, you draw back to each other for more. As the kiss drags on into a full blown make-out, Jimin gets more confident.

 You feel the first brush of tongue against your bottom lip; it’s light and almost cautious, like he’s testing the waters. It takes you by surprise that your brain stutters to process it. Now this is definitely a first. It’s a first but you find yourself not wanting to shy away and though your heart is racing with anticipation and nerves, you still felt a sense of trust and security. So tentatively, you part your lips. 

 For a moment you think you’re doing it wrong but then you feel Jimin shift and then you feel a brush of his tongue again, this time against the roof of your mouth. You shiver involuntarily then, floundering but with Jimin’s coaxing, he draws you deeper into the kiss. You can practically taste the chocolate he just had: the sweet and bitter taste intermingling with the velvet feel of his lips and tongue. The new sensation has you sighing against his mouth, feeling like putty.

 He pulls away slowly, lips swollen and you swear a little pinker thanks to your faded lip tint; you wonder if yours is in the same state. The bedside lamp casts dark shadows across his face, highlighting the sheen his lips have taken and not hiding how blown out his pupils have become. You’re both out of breath, panting as you take the other in but Jimin is evidently less in a daze than you are because he’s moving again with a mind made up.

 He reaches for the forgotten chocolate box that you still have clutched in your hand, letting him take it from you to place on the nightstand.

 “I think that’s enough chocolate; don’t want to spoil dinner.” Jimin’s voice has taken on a deep rasp that has your breath hitching in your throat, eyes smoldering in a way you’ve never seen before. You lick your lips out of nervous habit but the action seems to catch Jimin’s attention, dark eyes flitting to them before they come back up to lock on you again. And as if like a trigger, he leans forward, capturing your lips with a kiss that belies ferocity. You’re absolutely flustered that for a moment you have a hard time keeping up with the way he molds his lips to yours and suddenly you think you might be dinner.

 Your hands find his shoulders as a brace and he seems to lean more into your touch eagerly. As he shifts to put more of his weight into you, you naturally let your hands travel to accommodate, leaving no resistance and soon, as if wanting to eliminate any space, he’s got you both falling back against the bed with your arms around his neck and him pulling you closer by your hips.

 “I haven’t kissed you at all tonight.” He says breathlessly between kissing you senseless. “I thought I was going to go crazy.”

 You let out a quiet laugh, not really understanding his dramatics but it’s hard to think properly when his lips are doing such a good job at distracting you. Jimin eventually lets his lips wander, pressing kisses to your jawline and moving downwards, keen on covering every surface of skin he can find.

 “And you had to go looking like this too. Ah really, are you trying to kill me noona…” He sucks a kiss into your neck, just below your ear and like a knee-jerk reaction, your back arches and the first sounds of a soft moan is pulled from your lips. It comes out before you realize it and immediately you feel your face become redder than a tomato, eyes widening because holy shit….

 Jimin freezes at the sound too, his ministrations halting though you can still feel his warm breath tickling against your damp skin. And then, you feel a twitch of his lips that you belatedly register as a smirk before they’re moving again on your neck. His newfound knowledge of the sensitive patch of skin lets him easily pull more breathy moans and soft whimpers from you. You’re starting to wonder who’s really trying to kill who at this point.

 Evidently, his lips were not the only thing that’s wandering. You feel the weight of the hand on your hip begin to shift, trailing down until you feel deft fingers brush your bare thighs. Your leg twitch as you freeze, startled; you completely forgot your dress had those revealing slits. Jimin stills his hand, hovering just out of reach at your reaction and he lifts his head up from kissing your collarbones to meet your gaze, worry washing away the cardinal hunger.

 “Sorry, I startled you. Do you want me to stop?”

 You take the time to gather yourself, blinking away the haze. “Ah…” You’re not sure what to say, your clearing mind giving way for self-conscious thoughts to invade. It’s not that you didn’t like it, just that you’re still testing the waters yourself with being intimate with someone after so long. But despite your obvious fumbling, Jimin is patient and considerate, always making sure you’re comfortable above everything else. 

 You can’t contain a smile at the thought.

 “What?” Jimin chuckles as he rests his hand on the mattress, the piercing grey-blue contacts he has on muted by the adoring gleam his eyes radiate; they practically drip honey.

 “Nothing…. Thank you for being so concerned, Jimin.” You say sincerely, voice quiet from not wanting to break the intimate moment that’s still lingering in the air.

 He shoots you a beaming smile, bringing up a hand to brush your hair back from your face. 

 “What are you saying? What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn’t?”

 Boyfriend….

 The word makes a warmth blossom in your chest, which is ironic enough because months before, the word had no meaning to you nor did you really want there to be. You remained indifferent to it. That is, until you met Jimin who’s managed to worm his way into your heart and you’ve never been more thankful. 

 “Mmm you’re right…” You grin back. 

 “Of course,” He says smugly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours, not before sneaking in a quick peck to the tip of your nose that has you giggling. “You could say you have the best boyfriend in the world.”

 You hum, biting your lip to keep another fit of giggles from coming in an attempt to play coy. But what can you say; Park Jimin is a man with his words.

 You sigh, feigning reluctance, “I guess I have no choice but to acknowledge it.”

 Jimin smiles widely to the point his eyes disappear and he has to contain his own bout of giggles. “And you’re the best girlfriend in the world.” He says, voice full of affection before kissing you. Soon though, the soft, short kisses gradually turn deeper and longer. 

 “I don’t mind…” You get out huskily before you’re completely lost in the heat of it all again. Jimin pauses, a mere breadth away to register what your words meant but when he does, his breath hitches a little. His eyes search yours as if making absolute sure, to which you offer a small smile, not looking away from him as you raise a reassuring hand to rest on his cheek.

 That’s all he needs to dive back in with renewed enthusiasm. Your senses were filled with nothing but Jimin; the feel of plush lips kissing yours swollen, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his hair as your fingers run through them and the sounds of his pants and muffled moans, all blending together into an intoxicating drug that has you wanting more.

 Like a scene repeating itself, you feel the first brush of fingers along your thigh once again, only this time; they daringly progress further until you feel the whole warmth of his palm resting on it. 

 “So soft….” Jimin breathes out, more to himself than to you, letting his hand glide slowly over the smooth skin reverently. Before you can let out a laugh, endeared by his unconscious slip of thought, he’s back to sucking kisses on your neck and down your throat and all you could do is shut your eyes and lean your head back, the sensation overwhelming.

 It only allows more access of skin for Jimin and he’s all too pleased as he brings you as close as you can, dragging your leg to wrap around his hips with a firm hand, kneading so delectably into the aching muscles. It’s getting hot, you’re getting hot, and this dress you’re wearing is starting to stick to you like a second skin uncomfortably. And on top of that, Jimin’s sweatshirt is not helping in elevating the heat; it’s just making it worse.

 But just as your hands start to tug at the fabric of Jimin’s shirt, a loud melodic chime cuts through the air. 

 You let out a loud gasp like you had been shocked, nails seizing into Jimin’s shoulder and he chokes out a groan as his attention whips to the direction of the door, body taut from the sudden interruption. After a moment though, he breathes out through his nose, deflating and then dropping his head to rest on your shoulder, blond strands of hair tickling your cheek as you let out your own breath to calm your racing heart.

 “Aish, really…. this timing…” You hear him grumbling and you had to hold back a laugh. The doorbell rings again, the incessant noise a signal that you would have to put this steamy session on hold for another time. You pat Jimin’s arm lightly and he reluctantly lets up his weight.

 “We can tell them to come back….” Jimin tries, blinking wide, puppy-dog eyes at you but you shake your head, smiling widely at him.

 “Jimin-ah I’m hungry, we need to eat.” 

 “But I already had my dinner.” 

 “Yah Park Jimin—!” You gasp, giving his shoulder a nudge, scandalized. He only doubles over laughing, tossing himself to rest beside you on the bed all squeaks and giggles. You roll your eyes playfully, getting up to make your way to the door but Jimin stops you by standing as well and grabbing your wrist.

 “It’s okay noona, I’ll get it for you.”

 “I can go get it, I’m already—“

 “No, no I’ll do it.” Jimin insists, spinning you so that you trade places before forcing you to plop back onto the bed. “A princess shouldn’t have to get up.” 

 “Princess…” You wheeze incredulously as Jimin just laughs again. You shake your head in disbelief though your lips twitch in holding back another smile. He rushes off to get the door and before long, he’s wheeling in a white-clothed table with silver serving covers. He pushes it over to where you’re sitting before he dramatically makes a show of presenting the dish like he’s a butler.

 What a goof.

 The rest of the night is pretty much spent enjoying each other’s company; Jimin talking about episodes that happened before getting on stage and meeting his other idol friends (while occasionally asking to be fed and sampling your food). The atmosphere is relaxing and you can’t help but find it a little amazing that you’re sitting here; with Jimin who’s become someone you deeply care and love. And crazier is that he’s willing to stick by you and help break out of your shell, even when you don’t know what you’re doing half the time. 

 Well, you suppose neither of you do really. 

 But you guess that’s the comfort of it all.

 -

 It’s a little past midnight by the time Jimin decided he should let you rest of the night. Ever the gentleman, he makes sure to take care of the table, rolling back outside to leave by your door before coming back in to say goodnight.

 “Make sure you don’t stay up too late, even though it’s not good to go to sleep right after you just ate.” Jimin says, stopping right in front of the door to face you.

 “I know, I gotta take off all this make-up anyways so…it’ll be a while.” You reply back nonchalantly. He makes a noise of disapproval, grasping your hand and swinging them gently between you two.

 “You’re beautiful with or without make-up, it doesn’t matter how much you got on.”

 The statement makes you laugh shyly, head tilting down in an attempts to hide the blush creeping onto your face. A hand brings it back up however and you find yourself staring up at twinkling grey-blue eyes. He smiles, tilting his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

 When he pulls back, he takes a moment to just stare as if he’s taking in every feature of your face, one hand cupping your cheek. You see the way his eyes wander languidly, from the tops of your head before trailing down and lingering down to your chin and neck. You see the beginnings of a smirk itching to make itself known on those full lips of his but he smoothly transitions it to be a sweet smile.

 “Goodnight, noona.” He says.

 “Sleep well, Jimin.” You reply, giving the hand you’re holding a squeeze. With one last gentle caress, Jimin reluctantly opens the door and steps out, turning back briefly to send a small wave over his shoulder. You send one back and you as slowly as you could you shut the door.

 You let out a whoosh of air, placing a hand to your pounding heart in an attempt to prevent it from actually bursting out of your chest. Your cheeks are burning, they also hurt from the wide grin on your face but you feel as giddy as a schoolgirl. 

 “Gosh, relax.” You mutter to yourself, patting your cheek as you make your way to the bathroom. Stepping inside, you search for your makeup wipes, pulling one out of the packet and as you turn to face the mirror….“Holy shit—!”

 Along one side of your neck down to the edge of your collarbone were reddish-purple bruises. You double take to make sure you’re not just seeing things but they were there all right. 

 You huff out a sigh of resignation; this is gonna be a pain in the ass to cover and only thing Jimin is gonna do is probably giggle himself to sleep tonight.