#i need to pick their outfits for the next one

[tojisteddy]

Mean nasty daddy simon when you try to rile him up? (The piss kink one made me..... realise stuff)

Feenin | cw: dark content, 18+ mdni, daddy kink (icky), meanie!simon/toxic (ish), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home folks), smol degregation, overstim, cunnilingus, edging (to hell), breath play, p in v, cum play, dd/lg dynamics, slight sub-drop, some after care, blackcat!reader

a/n: I’m sorry if this is too long. I just had a vision and had to map it out. Lmk what you think.

No one is surprised when Simon brushes you off.

He could be a complete and utter asshole, he’d brush off plenty of women in his day. Other women too. But he was doing it to you, his girlfriend. His precious kitty, who he sworn he cared deeply about.

All you wanted was for him to look at your outfit, tell you how pretty you look, hold your chin in his hand and adorn you with a peck on your pretty lip lined lips. But he simply gave you a glance and went on talking to Soap. You blinked, once, twice. He was kidding, right?

Not when you’d spent more than an hour curling your hair and getting it absolutely volumized and every curl in the perfect spot. Not when you’d picked out something undoubtedly sexy to have him eating out of your palm.

Did you look too uppity— god no. Never. A little slutty of course, a little minx— the way you liked it. The way the blonde, tattooed man should have. He does.

Soap gave you an apologetic smile, “You look great lass. Out ‘f a magazine.” And you did.

Who wouldn’t want to be with the girls out of a fashion magazine? Clearly not the man you’d actually want attention from.

“Thank you Soap,” you tried not to speak so tightly. with that, you turned, digging yourself out the small ditch you’d gotten stuck in— your feelings— and continuing to option D.

If the brute couldnt be bothered, you go seek attention else where.

It would never be your first option, or your second… or your third— the last resort— not since you’d been with Simon. But there was a rare occasion, like now, that ass hole would really try to make you mad. So you did what you had to do to get his attention. Show him what he was missing in the exact moment.

It was easy to get it too. You had the allure, pretty smile, a voice anyone would be at the edge of their seats to hear, enchant anyone with the sway of your hips to the music. It didn’t take long for you to find yourself sat next to some stranger at the bar. A fuck boy right of the bat, drowning you in compliments just as you wanted. But he was someone you and Simon both knew looked like the type you’d used to fuck.

Pretty, tall, too far gone up their own ass for their own good— men who looked right off of Paris Fashion Week.

The exact opposite of Simon Riley.

You were just playing at first. A little causal flirting never hurt anyone most of the time. A playful push of the shoulder, biting your long manicured nail and looking at him like he was the prettiest thing ever, a small giggle, playing with the necklace Ghost had gifted you so that the guy would look down at your perfect tits. No harm, no foul.

It was when he’d bought you a martini and coincidentally started talking about a show he was watching— your favorite show. You weren’t flirting anymore, you were fully indulging in deep conversation. Unknowingly making the guy think he had a chance against the rugged man who was staring you down now that you actually looked like you gave a shit about the man beside you.

You’d known Simon had to be watching by now. You felt it in your gut, those butterflies flying higher and higher. You couldn’t help that smug smirk that got on your face. The idiot beside you thinking it was for him.

Enough of the bullshit.

Simon stood from his seat, he didn’t need to yell, didn’t need to call out your name, didn’t even need to look directly at you. You saw him stand in the corner of your eye, then move towards the exit. You scramble to get up, eyebrows furrowing, your nose flaring. Not because you have to leave, because he didn’t give you the reaction you wanted.

He never did.

“Where you going? We were just having a good time right?” You-didn’t-even-know-his-name, asked as you double checked your purse.

“My boyfriend just left, we’re going home.” You say as if he should’ve already known that. Games over.

The drive home was quiet, so was the shower you too took together, and then he’s telling you to go to your room and think about what you did wrong. You didn’t even get the chance to refute it, he just went to his room— where you usually slept together— and shut it.

You woke up with a puffy face, you’d cried yourself to sleep before it even really got to the bad part. Your first instinct was to rush to where ever Simon was but you’d head the music from the garage blaring, so you knew it’d be harder to get your words out the way you wanted.

Push through it like Simon told you to.

So you occupied an hour or so of your time with other tasks, getting dressed just to stay in the house, eating the breakfast Simon left for you. Cleaning off the shelves of Simon’s large movie collection.

And here comes the hard part. Talking it out. Apologizing because you fucked up. Crossed the line.

“I’m sorry Pa,” you squeeked out over the music. And he knows you’re looking down on the floor, he can see you rocking in your little kitten heals from the corner of his eye, beyond nervous. But he doesn’t look up from the car he was tinkering with, just turns down the volume to the music. He doesn’t have to verbally say it, ‘for?’

“I’m sorry for flirting with that guy. I was- I was mad you didn’t pay attention to me. I wasn’t usin my brain like you tell me to. ‘Nd it’s not an excuse for bein tipsy.”

“No, no it’s not.,” he shuts the hood of the truck with a sigh. Moving over to wash his hands at the utility sink. He comes toward you, really taking you in— his gorgeous babe. You looked like the sexiest thing alive last night. Simon knew that. The asshole just likes fucking with you a little bit, get you riled up so he can fuck you. Tell you you’re the best thing in the world, his fucking girl. The blonde didn’t expect for you to play his game better than him. Get him jealous and pissed off.

His kiddo learned fast, didn’t you? Sweet thing. So loveable.

Flirting was a line never to be crossed with either one of you. You’d danced on it last night and the man would have to show you what that actually meant. But jeez, how fucking pretty did you look right now in your denim pencil skirt, cheetah print and lace cami, light make up just for a day in the house, gold hoops, your curls flowing down your back— the most adorable pout on your trembling, glossed bottom lip— he’d ruin it. Ruin you.

In the best way of course.

Simon holds your chin in his fingers, pecks your lips— you want to cry, you want to melt. It’s all what you wanted this whole time but you knew you can’t take, and take, and take. Someone’s gotta give.

“Dad’s gotta teach you to a lesson, doesn’t he kitty?”

You already want to say sorry again, maybe rewind and cancel out your prior actions and shake the sense into yourself. But you nod, tell yourself just to wait it out. Be a good girl for once.

“Yes sir.”

Simon wouldn’t let you cum.

The fucking demon, the bastard— had you running to grasp on to your own sanity.

He snatched your skirt off, spreading you thighs open on the hood of that old unfinished car Simon had been working on and ate. His tongue running through your folds, down to your hole, sopping up any of your sweet fluids that flowed out, making sure to catch every drop. Then slowly worked his tongue up to your fat clit. Swirling it around in his mouth before full on French kissing it.

Just when you felt your eyes cross, you tried to close your thighs that were pushed back with Simons large hands, that magical feeling coming to you— the blonde gave your cunt a harsh smack that got car wet from your juices.

“You’re not cumming that fuckin fast, are you?”

You want to scuff and shove his face away. But you’re trembling just from the thought of cumming. You wanted him to fuck the daylights out of you. “I-I’m fine.” You force out, turning your head away.

You so easily fall for the little bit of teasing. Simon’s little kitty, he’d fuck your little brain up. He’d continue eating away at you, sucking, rubbing, licking— until your mascara was smudged, tears falling from your face and not letting you cum.

But he was just getting started.

He fucked you againt the car, squeezing and pulling at your breasts through the seamless cami and then right as he felt you clench, with a smack to the ass, Simon would pull out. Stroking his own dick till he released all over ass. Then again, your leg over his shoulder, shoving all of his veiny cock in your sobbing pussy that was aching for release. Pulling away and cumming on your stomach. In between your thighs, right on your fucking pussy. Not giving a fuck that he worked it into you when he fucked you again.

And now, you’re on the ground, knees scrapping the concrete of the ground while he fucks you, rough. His hands gripping your hips enough to leave a bruise. You can feel it building inside your stomach, you shimmy your ass against Simon for more but you know he won’t give it to you by the swat he leaves on your ass, going to rub your more abused and misused clit.

Your sobs were loud, clawing at the ground, you babble, “Daddy, I wanna-“

“Shut it.”

“But-“

“[+],” he warns through a grunt, yanking his dick out of you again and you shake you head. Like a child who’s gotten their favorite toy taken away, crying even harder. Simon’s hand goes back and forth against his shaft, and holding you tightly by your hair.

“Spent all that time last night, talkin that pricks head off, now you’re gonna shut the fuck up for me. Be my little sex doll, yeah?” Simon rubs the tip of his dick on your ass, then in between the two globes, shuddering at how good you made him feel. His cum spurting all over you. He thrusts his dick a couple more times, making sure it’s properly smeared.

He groans at the sight of you, it’s fucking filthy the mess he’s created on you, dripping down to the floor.

“Hold y’self open for me.” Your hands aren’t even steady anymore, you’re quivering. You reach behind, your manicured nails spreading your pussy lips open. And it’s like if you stared at the sun for too long, seen Jesus rise from the tomb— your pink insides, glistening with his cum and your shining slick.

“Stay there.” And then you hear his footsteps going away and the door to the garage that’s connected to the house, close.

“Daddy, I don’t- I can’t-“ you stumble over words, but there no immediate response. In fact there’s no response at all. Just the sound of the breeze, music low from when Simon turned it down, cars passing in the distance, you can’t even hear the tv in the living room. It’s silent— like he’s gone.

And you wrack your brain, your eyes start to glisten— what if he’s gone and he doesn’t come back? What if your left here and someone comes and sees you in this state?

The embarrassment builds, worry, you’re scared— “Daddy! I can’t do this anymore- please! I’m sorry!” You keen, still unmoving, just in case he changed his mind. He’d come for you. You wanted to be good.

And then, you hear the sound of a car pulling up. Not passing, it’s coming through the paved brush, and soon it’ll come up go the house. They’ll get out for car—

Someone’s gonna see you like this, your skirt god knows where, heels in two different places while you were a disheveled, stupid and fucked out mess. You plop down on the ground, your hands in your lap, one hiccup comes out— and right on queue, the garage door comes down. The dam breaks open.

The delivery driver doesn’t see you. He goes straight to the front door. Your favorite food in hand because the blonde knows his sweet girl needs a treat after this punishment—

“Everything alright sir?” The delivery driver asks.

“My kids just ‘avin a little cry,” no a big one, your sobs were echoing loudly. Even to where they stood. The delivery man gave an understanding nod and went about his way. Ghost placed the food down on one of the end tables and immediately went to you.

You feel arms wrap around you, pulling you close. You try to shove them away but he holds onto you tighter. Snaps in your face and you finally open your puffy eyes. Lashes clunked together as you struggle to look at the big man holding you’.

“Fuckin ‘ell, hey look at me, look at me,” and he turns your head to look at him, “I’m right ‘ere. Daddy’s right here.” Simon lifts you holds you against his firm chest.

“Y-youuu, left Daddy. You left!” You get out through your hiccups and ragged voice. Clutching onto his shirt.

“Just like you did to me last night, right? Dad doesn’t like when you go runnin off like that, do I?”

“No sir, ‘m sorry. I wasn’t good- I was bad.”

Simon brushes your curls back, planting a soft kiss to your cheek, coaxing you, “You just made a mistake ‘s all. It’s okay. You’re okay. You learned your lesson.”

Your concept of time is off, you don’t even realize Ghost has now put you on the bed, gently placing you on all fours, he rubs the fat of your ass, down to your thighs. Then angles himself to your hole, “Gonna let you cum once, okay? Did fuckin perfect for your Daddy, gotta treat you.”

Ghost sinks into your heat, deep, snug— just as he molded you pretty cunt. Ghost is slow this time. Immediately thrusting into your g-spot, the sound of your thighs clapping against each other bounces off the walls. You mewl, arching your back further into him. Drool starts forming down your mouth and Simon wipes it, just before covering your mouth.

“Shhhhh, just feel it kitty. You got it. S’okay.”

You can’t breath— you try through to through your nose but it’s not helping going straight to your brain. It makes you dizzy, while you moan out Simons name in muffled cries while he drives you further and further to the brink of your first orgasm of the night.

Simon gives you one last thrust, and that’s what it takes for you to unravel around him. And it’s fucking euphoric, earth shattering. Life changing. You let out a scream, muffled by Simons hand. Your gooey walls gripping onto his cock. The man finally lets you go and you fall against the mattress, chest heaving up and down, as your legs shake, tears drops falling against the sheets. Simon kisses your scalp as you shake, he mumbles, “Did so good for me doll. Took your punishment so well. Knew you could, so proud of you.”

You hiccup, eyes finding him as he slowly slides out from you. Throwing his pants on and then going over to the pile of stuffed animals you had on the floor. He lifts your two go to’s. A Miffy rabbit or the stuffed stripped tiger.

“Miffy or George?” And you sniffle, eyes slowly blinking at the two objects he’s holding out.

You point, “G-eorge.” Your voice is shot for sure. Ghost would worry about that later.

“Yeah? Fuckin good choice kitty.” He hands you the stuffed animal. Kissing your full lips, once, twice.

“Gonna clean you up, alright? Go to sleep, Daddy’s got you.”

Your eyes flutter shut, cuddling onto George tight, “Okay Daddy.”

a/n: if you ever wonder why it takes me so long to do requests. This is why. I do it for the plot. I need plot. Istg I’m writing it, I just gotta have the vision and proper inspo. This was fun to write tho. Luv you babes lots.

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𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : 박성훈

─── 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱

( ❤︎︎ ) 𝒢．oneshot / drabble　 𝒫．bf!sunghoon x f!reader 　 𝒞𝒲．established relationship, comfort, kisses, skinship, pet names, reader is insecure, hoonie’s a sweetheart (let me know if i anything ><) — 𝓁ibrary !

— YOU’D JUST WOKEN UP FROM YOUR SLUMBER, rubbing your eyes and stretching out of your bed. it was a bright saturday morning, the sun peeking out from your curtains.

suddenly you hear the door squeak open, “good morning my love..” sunghoon makes his way over to you, sleepily watching him.

when sunghoon entered your shared bedroom, he came in wearing a chic and flashy outfit. you had no clue what his intentions were, but you did know that he looked so good.

he kisses your forehead gently, engulfing you in his warm embrace. “did you sleep well princess?” he asks, running his fingers through your bedhead hair.

“mm..” you hum in response, nodding slightly before resting your head on his chest.

he chuckles softly out of his nostrils, “i wanna take you somewhere today. you’ve been working so hard lately, especially with exams around the corner. let me treat you today.”

removing your head from his shoulder, you look up happily. “really hoonie?”

“really, baby.” — 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

he gets up from the bed, pulling you up with him. “is that why you’re dressed so nicely?” you say, tugging at the collar of his polo tee.

“well yes, but don’t worry. take your time, we’ll leave whenever you’re ready princess,” he caresses your cheek so gently, his touch sends shivers down your spine. “i’ll be waiting downstairs,” he says, kissing you before getting up and heading down to the living room.

you sigh lovingly at the closing door, inhaling the trail of cologne that follows him. you get up and start your day with a shower and some basic hygiene. shaving your legs down to compliment the skirt you picked out prior to your shower, brushing your teeth, and brushing your hair.

you sit down to start on your makeup when you notice that your eyes seem more off center today and one eyebrow is looking more like a distant relative than a sister. small nitpicky imperfections. you begin to whimper, trying to hold back your tears, but it was no use. it didn’t help that your period was coming next week too.

“baby?” sunghoon enters the room hearing your cries. he approaches you softly and looks at you in the mirror asking, “what’s going on love?”

“i’m sorry hoon.. i don’t.. know what’s come over me..” you whine out, turning in your chair and clinging to him.

“hey, hey, shhh.. it’s okay baby.” he lets you cry it out on his abdomen, tracing patterns along your back.

your cries die down a little, enough to tell sunghoon how you’re feeling.

“i was just fine.. then i looked in the mirror..” you say, turning back to look in the mirror.

sunghoon’s face twists in confusion, soon realizing what you meant. “looked in the mirror and saw what? all i see is a beautiful girl with the brightest smile and the prettiest eyes.”

hearing sunghoon compliment you that way made you tear up even more, bursting back into your sob. he was such a sweetheart to you.

you turned around and hugged him tightly, accidentally damping his shirt with your tears, but sunghoon didn’t mind.

“look at me hun,” he says tilting your chin up, “don’t doubt your beauty for a second. you’re my pretty girl, yeah?”

he leans down to close the space between you two with a slow, genuine kiss. his thumb brushing your cheek in soft strokes. he always knew what to say when you were upset, and you loved that about him.

“cheer up baby. do you want me stay here with you until you finish?” he asked, twirling a strand of your hair with his finger.

you nodded, needing his warm presence there to comfort you. with him around, everything felt okay.

“i love you ynie,” he stays, kissing your head before sitting down on your shared bed.

you muster a smile and wipes your tears, looking back at him lovingly, “i love you too hoonie.”

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Forever a Member of the Pew

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[leo-in-the-pitt]

Until The End

Summary: With your 2 year anniversary coming up with Dr. Jack Abbott, you’re trying to figure out his secret plans and see if you can get over the final hurdle in your relationship before it's too late.

Warnings: Established relationship, age gap (unspecified but reader late 20s, Abbotts an old man), beginning is all fluff but the end is something else, strong language, sexual tension, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, handjob/blowjob, all the dirty stuff tbh 

Word Count 8.8K+, was shooting for 10k but I'll take it

Until The End 

Monday

You caught Jack talking to Robby that Monday afternoon. Both of you were busy obviously planning something for your 2 year anniversary. He was the absolute worst at keeping secrets but, apparently when it came  these plans he had nothing to say.

He ordered some pizza that night for dinner and you two sat next to each other on the couch. He seemed on edge, not making much conversation. He usually never shuts up during movies. He kept checking his phone and you could see him typing but, didn’t bring it up.

“You sure you’re alright Jack?”

He had a mouthful of pizza. “Yeah why?”

“You’re acting really sketchy.”

“I’m just trying to eat my pizza.”

“Mhm, so what exactly is the plan for Friday?”

“I already told you, it’s a surprise. Stop trying to spoil it for yourself.”

“Well you know that I hate surprises. I’m a planner Jack. I need to know what we’re doing. What am I supposed to wear?”

“I already told you I picked an outfit out for you.”

“Okay but what if it doesn’t fit? Or I don’t look good in it? There is an outfit right? You’re not just trying to get me naked?”

“Well, now that you mention it, that’s not too bad of an idea.”

“You’re just full of jokes tonight aren’t you Abbott?” 

Everybody called him Abbott, only you called him Jack, unless you were annoyed with him.

“Oh, now I’m Abbott?” He nodded his head in disbelief. 

“Until I know what we’re doing Friday, you’re Abbott.”

“Look who has the jokes now.”

You let the topic go for the rest of the night. But if there was one thing about you, you weren’t going to let this go. He would hear about it again.

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Tuesday

It was always a bit of a habit to go out for food together at least once a week. You both hated cooking and doing the dishes so this ended up being one of the easiest compromises in the past 2 years.

You typically ended up at your favorite diner, which he was most definitely tired of but, it kept you happy so he kept going. It was around noon when you arrived to the diner with him. Both ordering your usual without even needing the menus.

“You want to spilt a milkshake?”

“But you never want one?”

“Yeah but, I know that you do. And I’m feeling extra nice in this moment.”

“What are you doing? Making sure I don’t leave you before we hit 2 years?”

“Yeah I’m just buttering you up since there’s actually no plans for Friday.”

“You’re really pushing it Abbott, you know that?”

“You know you love it.” He said with his crooked smirk that drove you wild even after all this time.

You said nothing just shook your head at him. But don’t worry, you got your milkshake. 

Once you got home it was already time to start getting ready for a nap since you’d be working 2 night shifts back to back with each other before your anniversary. Maybe you could find out if he told anybody else about his secret plans.

You were dragging after your 3 hour power nap. No amount of sleep was ever going to be enough for you. But Abbott, of course, was already bouncing off the walls ready to leave. 

“We’re going to be late because of you.” He yelled from the kitchen. 

“Forgive me for wanting to cover up my under eye bags Abbott.”

“You gonna call me Abbott at work too?”

“Depends, are you going to tell me the plans?”

He rolled his eyes, “I’ll be in the car waiting for you.” And he walked out of the apartment.

Once you got to work, of course you had to go say hi to Langdon.

“What’s up kid?” He put out his hand for your handshake.

“I’m on a mission tonight.”

“Oh god that’s never a good thing.”

“First of all the last mission I went on here was to get Abbott, and I succeeded so I’m trying again tonight.”

“Wa- wait, did you just call him Abbott? What happened?” His eyes widening. 

“He’s Abbott until I know what Fridays plan is.”

Yet another man rolling his eyes at you tonight. “Why are you trying to ruin the fun?”

“I hate surprises Langdon, like I despise them. It’s eating me alive slowly and painfully. Like look at him over there whispering with Robby.” You looked over and squinted while waving at the two of them. 

Robby waved back laughing and Abbott just shook his head without cracking a smile. “They’re probably talking about it. Do you know anything?” You turned to him with puppy dog eyes. 

“I already told you, no. You’re my best friend and Robby is his best friend, why don’t you go ask him?” He shrugged. 

“You know what? You’re right. Maybe I should, I’ll be right back!” You skipped over to Robby and Abbott.

“Oh shit, I was just kidding.” He yelled but, you were already gone. 

You marched yourself over across the ER to the nurses station they were standing behind. Basically skipped over, smiling like a child.

“What’s the hot gossip boys?”

“I know nothing. I have nothing to say. I’m going home to my wife. Have a good night you two.” He waved directly at you, smiling. And he was gone.

You glared over at Abbott. “What did you do tell everyone not to talk to me until Friday?”

“That’s exactly what I did. Nobody knows anything anyway but, I don’t want them putting ideas into that mind of yours.”

The rest of the night was hectic. No more chances to trick anyone into spilling details. Not even a chance to sit down. You decided to give a rest, at least for the night.

———————————————————————

Wednesday 

He seemed different on the drive to work, glancing out the window, his mind racing with plans and details of the Friday plans, before forcing a calm smile as you asked him if he was okay. He was feeling guilty for not letting you in on the secret yet, but you had no idea.

“I’m telling you, I’m so ready for this week to be over.” 

Each night that you worked together, when things would slow down, even just slightly, you find each other to sit down for a quiet moment to catch up on charting.

Jack taps his fingers on the desk nervously, the clock ticking by slowly. He’s been planning the surprise for weeks, and now, the moment is almost here. But his mind was all over the place. He starts typing up a note, clearly not paying attention to what keys he was hitting.

You glare over at his screen. Words underlined in red and blue. Mistakes written all over the page.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” You sat back and glared at him. His mind clearly somewhere else. 

No response. For a moment, he’s lost in the thought of how his life is about to change.

“Earth to Abbott?” You waved your hand directly in front of his face. 

“What happened?” His head sharply turned to you.

You pointed to his screen. “What’s going on there? Forgot how to type?”

He rubs both eyes. Took a deep sigh. “Guess I’m just really tired tonight.”

“Wow, you tired? Never.”

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Thursday 

Tomorrow’s the big day. 2 years down, hopefully forever to go.

You were absolutely exhausted after the past 2 nights. But to flip your sleep schedule you were only planning a quick nap. Abbott on the other hand was basically ready for another shift.

“I will never understand how you require so little sleep.”

“And I don’t know how you need so much.”

He cooked you dinner, dishes are still in the sink. Sitting on the couch, a candle flickering on the coffee table, soft music playing in the background. Music from a playlist you’ve been adding to since you were a teenager in high school. It was filled with cheesy love songs, songs that you wanted at your future wedding.

“Can you believe it’s been almost two years?” You said laying your head on his chest.

“I know. Feels like it flew by yet also like I’ve known you my whole life. I still remember our first official date, how nervous we both were.” He caressed your hair out of your face. 

“You kept fiddling with your napkin the entire time."

“Hey, I was trying to impress you. Clearly, it worked well enough to keep you around all this time. I was trying so hard not to mess anything up. You were just sitting there, looking as beautiful as ever. It was intimidating.”

"I was nervous too! But honestly, the moment you started talking, I felt so at peace. Like I knew I was in the right place with you. I didn’t think even for a second that we’d end up here, like this, happier than ever.”

“I think that was the moment I knew. Something about you, just made sense. Just remember thinking, 'I really hope this isn’t the only date.'"

“And here we are, two years later.”

"And I wouldn’t trade a second of it. That night changed everything. You changed my life in all the best ways. I didn’t even know what I needed that until I met you.”

“I feel safe here in your arms. I could stay here with you forever and be completely okay.” You leaned up to kiss him. “So tomorrow’s the big day. Got anything special planned Abbott? This is your last chance to tell me!” You said while looking into his big green eyes.

“Those big beautiful brown eyes of your will get your anywhere if you try hard enough. But not tonight babygirl, not tonight.”

“I don’t quit Abbott!”

“I’m just gonna keep it simple. Just us being together. Nobody else.”

———————————————————————

Friday 

You slept for 12 hours straight Thursday night into Friday. You were woken by the smell of breakfast cooking. 

Still half asleep you said, “Oh god he’s going to burn the apartment down.” You quickly hoped out of bed. Wearing his clothes already, you grabbed a pair of socks out of his drawer, of course, and headed towards the kitchen.

As you walked out of the bedroom, the morning light streamed through the windows of the apartment. The clinking of plates and kitchen utensils filled the room. Your eyes light up at the sight in front of you. 

Pancakes, fruit, freshly brewed coffee, and the biggest bouquet of red roses you’ve ever seen. Balloons tied all around the apartment. A gift box in the middle of the kitchen island. And Abbott standing there smiling at you, ear to ear. His silver curls shined in the rising sun beaming through the shades. Still in the same clothes he went to sleep in. White t-shirt and gray boxers. 

God, how are you going to get through the day with him looking like that? You thought to yourself. 

“What’s all this for?”

“Haha you’re so funny.”

“I got jokes too. But really, happy anniversary to my favorite guy on the planet. I love you.”

“Happy anniversary babygirl. Love you more than you know.”

“Homemade breakfast? On our anniversary? You really are a professional at this ‘romance’ thing huh? Why do I feel like there’s more going on here than just pancakes?”

Next thing you know his hands were on your neck pulling you for a kiss. It was passionate. The type of kiss you don’t want to ever stop. But he pulled away first.

“I wasn’t done with you.” You said. 

“You’ll get more later, don’t worry.”

“You’ve outdone yourself already Abbott”

“Still Abbott huh?”

“Maybe you’ll earn your name back by the end of the day.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” In a lowered tone, “I’ll be hearing it nice and loud tonight.” Again with that smirk.

“What did you just say?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Oh you heard him loud and clear. You just wanted him to say it directly to you.

“Here.” He picked the gift box up off the table and handed it to you. “Just a little something to start the day with. Don’t worry, there’ll be way more later.”

You unwrapped the box slowly. A small jewelry box. Oh shit, this better not be a ring right here, right now.

You opened it. A necklace. Golden with his initial and birthstone.

“So everybody knows that you’re mine. Needed you to have something special, something you can keep close to your heart.”

“Oh my god. Put it on my right now.”

You took the necklace out of the box, handed it to him and turned around. He brushed your hair out of the way, gently rubbing the back of your neck. Shivers went down your back. You could feel him just centimeters away from you. Nothing separating your bodies except the thin fabric. 

God you were touched deprived.

You turned back around to him while holding onto the necklace. “I love it Jack.”

“Ah, I get my name back.” He smiled.

“For now at least.” You tilted your head at him.

“Wait let me go grab your gift!” You ran back into the room to get his present.

"Whispering as low as he could get, "I'll be hearing my name loud from you tonight." You could here him laughing from the kitchen.

"What did you just say?", you yelled from the bedroom. No response.

“Here!” You were so proud to hand it to him.

Two small boxes. “Which should I open first?

“This one! Not as poetic as your gift but just open it."

He opened up the box to reveal the watch.

“Holy shit!” He looked up at you. “You shouldn’t have.”

“New salary is treating me well I guess. Take it out! Look at the back!”

He took it out of the box to see the dates engraved. The day you met and the day you started dating. 

“I figured no matter where you go, you’d have a little piece of us with you. Plus, I just thought it’d look amazing on you."

“Can’t wait to show this off at work.” He immediately put it on his left wrist.

“Well, just don’t get blood all over it though. Come on open the other one!”

This one with a last second buy when you were leaving the jewelry store. A chain to perfectly match the watch. You’d been telling him since you got together how good he’d look with one on but, he never got one.

“I guess great minds think alike huh?” He winked at you. “Well now you have to put it on me.” He handed it to you and turned around. As quietly as he possibly could, he muttered, “You’ll be seeing this up close later.”

“Why the hell do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” He laughed.

“Mumbling under your breath! It’s driving me crazy! What did you just say?”

“Are you going crazy? I didn’t say anything!”

Rolling your eyes at him you said, “So, now what’s the plan Abbott?”

“Really with the Abbott again? Really?”

“Stop mumbling and speak up then.”

“Well the plans don’t start until later, so I just want us to spend this time together, enjoying each other’s company, away from all other distractions.”

“Sound perfect to me!”

The day went on, spending time watching each other’s favorite movies, listening to music while dancing around the apartment. Time slipped away with him. 

He stretched as he got up off the couch, “Should probably start getting ready now.”

You went to shower first. Then he went. 

“So where’s this special outfit?”

“I left it hanging on the closet door. Shoes are in there too. Let me just go grab my clothes and then you can get dressed in there and I’ll get dressed out here.”

You went into the bedroom and took the dress out of the bag it was hanging in. 

“Abbott!”, you ran out into the living room where he was getting changed.

He was pulling up his black dress pants, blue briefs underneath. Leaving no room for imagination and showing you everything you have been missing. Zipper, button, and belt all still undone. His undershirt was still lying over the couch. You’d seen him shirtless all the time but, right now, your mind began to wonder. 

You licked and bite your lip not realizing that you were just staring at his bare chest. His hand slid into his pants to straighten out his briefs. 

“Did you come here to say something or just to see me half naked?”

You were able to rip your eyes away from his body for just one second. “Both apparently. Uhm when did you find the time to go get this?” You held up the dress.

It was dress you saw a woman wearing a few weeks earlier and became obsessed with, even asking her where she got it from. White with blue flowers, thin strips, open in the back, slit down the right leg. You never found the time to go see it in person. But he did. 

“I knew you wouldn’t go back for it. So I did. The day after you first saw it. Figured it’d be perfect for the occasion.

You turned around to start walking away. “Well you’re gonna be taking it off me tonight.” You whispered. 

Abbott started laughing. “What’d you just say to me?”

“Nothing!” You ran into the bedroom and shut the door behind you. 

Since he decided to surprise you wet the dress, you put on a surprise for him underneath. 

He even laid out your white sandals with a slight heel. He was still a whole head taller than you. 

“Can’t believe we’re finally going out. I’ve been looking forward to this all week."

Glancing over at you, grinning, “Wow, you look incredible, I think I’m going to have a hard time keeping my eyes off you tonight."

Laughing lightly, turning to face him, “Oh really? Well, I might need to make sure you’re paying attention to where we’re going, because you might get distracted."

He stepped closer, lightly touching your arms, “I think I’ll be okay but I might need a little reminder of how lucky I am to have you by my side." "Well, I’m lucky to have you too. Just don’t be surprised if I end up stealing all of your attention tonight.”

His eyes on you "Trust me, it won’t be hard. I don’t think I could ever take my eyes off you."

"Let’s see if you still feel that way after a whole night.”

He looked down at the time on his new watch. “Shit, we better get going to make the reservation. You might want to take a sweater or something, probably going to be a little chilly out later tonight?”

“Oh, so you’re going to take me somewhere outside then?”

“You’re killing me babygirl.”

“Let me go grab something then.”

You ran back into the bedroom, opening the closet door. Scrambling for one specific item. Putting your arm all the way in you found it. 

The Beers of the Burgh zip up sweater. 

Jack shoved it all the way in the back corner of the closet after your assault, making sure you wouldn’t have to see it. But you were ready to wear it again tonight.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

“What is that?”

You walked up to him and held out the sweater.

“Are you sure?”

“I feel completely safe with you Jack. I’m ready to fully move past it.”

He gave you a light kiss on the cheek, ���Let’s go then babygirl.”

All the way down to the car, you pestered him to tell you where it was exactly you were going. He wouldn’t budge. 

“Maybe I’m taking you somewhere completely unexpected. I guess you’ll just have to trust me."

Laughing, playfully narrowing your eyes, “I do trust you more than anything, but now I’m really curious. Should I be excited or nervous?"

He smiled mischievously, “Definitely excited. Trust me, you’re going to love it. But I promise, it’s not whatever you’re thinking."

You leaned back in the seat, raising an eyebrow "You’re making me even more curious now. Are we going somewhere fancy? A secret restaurant? Or are you about to whisk me off to a secret adventure?"

"Maybe a little bit of everything. But tonight is about enjoying the surprise and you’re going to have the time of your life.”

Excitement took over your body. "Okay, okay, I’m all in. I guess I’ll just enjoy the ride and see where it takes me."

He reached over and giving your hand a squeeze "That’s the spirit. I can’t wait to see your face when we get there."

He parked the car and you finally underwent he was excited for you to find out the surprise. 

“Wait, is this the place? Oh my fucking god Jack! This is the place I’ve telling you about for months now!”

Smiling and glancing over at you, "Yeah, this is it. I knew you’d love it. Trust me, you’re going to be impressed."

“I talked about it so much but never even looked at their menu!”

"You’ll find out soon enough. All I’m saying is, they have some of the most interesting dishes. I couldn’t wait to bring you here."

Holding out his hand to you, “Come on, let’s go inside. And I promise, this is just the beginning of a perfect night."

You took his hand with a smile, "Okay, I’m officially excited. If the food is half as good as the surprise, we’re in for a treat."

You’ve were seated at an elegant table inside the restaurant, and you’re both soaking in the ambiance.

You looked around, amazed, "Wow, this place is gorgeous! I can’t believe you got a reservation here! They literally have a Michellin star Jack!”

Smiling as he watched your reaction. "I’m glad you like it. I thought it would be the perfect spot for tonight. I wanted the night to feel just as special as you are.”

Looking at him with a soft smile you said,  "You really know how to make a girl feel special. I’m already having the best time, and we haven’t even started eating yet."

Softly laughing, “That’s the plan. Just wait until the food comes, trust me, it’ll make the night even better."

“If the food is as good as the surprise, I’ll be asking you to pick all our date spots from now on."

"I’m happy to take that responsibility if it means making you smile like this all the time.”

After spending 3 hours in the restaurant, you could see the sun beginning to set outside.

"That was absolutely incredible. I can’t believe you did this. It was perfect!”

"I’m glad you liked it. But, the night’s not over yet. There’s one more surprise I’ve got in store for you."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, another surprise? I’m not sure I can handle any more excitement tonight Jack!”

"You can handle it, trust me. I promise you’re going to love it.”

“God, I hate surprises but, I think you’re beginning to change my mind.” 

He took your hand as you walked out the door. “Good. You deserve it. Just wait  it’ll be worth it at the end”

Right before he opened the car door for you, he stopped. 

“I need you to do something for me first.”

“I’m listening.”

“I need you to put this on.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long strip of black fabric.

“A blindfold? Really Jack?”

“I’ll be worth it. I promise you. Trust me babygirl.”

“Fine but, you have to put it on me.”

You turned around. He reached around and gently tied it. He whispered , “Maybe we can use this later.”

You turned around to face him, and bit your lip. “I don’t know how you can top any of this, but I’m ready to watch you try.”

You could feel him smiling confidently as he opened the car door and guided you inside. His hands gliding across your body sending shovers down your spine.

“You’ll see soon enough. Trust me, this one’s going to be unforgettable."

He drove for what felt like forever. 

“Are we there yet? People are going to think you’re kidnapping me!”

“Perfect timing, we’re here.”

He put the car in park and turned it off. 

“Can I take this off now please?”

“Not yet. Let me come around and help you. Take your sweater, it got pretty cold out.”

“Jack, I swear if I walk into something-“

“I got you babygirl, don’t worry.” He held his hand on your lower back which was left exposed from the dress. You both walked a short distance from the car. Breeze slowly past you.

“We’re here.”

He stood in front of you, reaching his hands slowly around you to untie the blindfold.

You blinked hard to refocus your eyes. You looked to your left and right smiling. “You know when you said we were going somewhere special I didn’t exactly have the hospital in mind.”

You were standing at the entrance to the emergency department.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

“The day you told me my excitement to be here would be short lived? I’ll never forget proving you wrong.”

“You know,” he took a deep breath, “I was struggling to come back here day after day, loss after loss. I wasn’t seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Not until you walked in and brought the sun with you into every shift. You’ve become my favorite part of every day. Even the hard days feel lighter with you in them. So yeah, this place will always be special. It’s the place where I found my forever. “

You went up on your toes to kiss him.

“Come on let’s go for a walk.” He grab your hand and lead you across the street into the park. After walking the path for about 20 feet, you saw tea light candles on both sides of the path with flower petals in between. 

You stopped right in your track. Tears already filling your eyes. Face becoming warm. 

“Jack, what is this?”

He smiled softly as you. “Come on. Let’s keep going to our spot. Want to show you something.”

You kept walking until you reached the middle of the path by the bench you two had sat on when he asked you to be his girlfriend. A bouquet of red roses sat on the bench in front of you.

“This is where I made you my girlfriend. And where I told you I loved you for the first time. Felt like the right spot to do this next part too.”

He pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket. “You know, I did have this whole speech planned but, things never go according to plan anyway so…” 

He crumbled up the paper and shoved it back into his pants pocket. 

And lowered himself down onto one knee. 

“Two years ago today, we walked into this park as friends and left as a couple. Everyday since then has made me the happiest man on earth. You’ve been my partner in everything, my safe place, my challenge, my home. My forever. 

Tears filled your eyes as your hand covered your mouth. “Jack”, you said as your voice broke.

“You’ve taught me more than being a doctor ever could. You showed me that love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet. It’s in the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching, the way we laugh at things no one else would understand. It’s in how we argue, but always come back to each other. You’ve taught me what real love is. You make me brave. You make me a better man. And I want to spend my whole life figuring out how to love you even more than I already do. I’ve seen so many versions of happiness in my life but none come close to what I feel when I’m next to you The more I think about it, the more certain I become.”

Tears streamed down your face.

 “So I guess I just have one question for you.”

He slowly reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small red box. With his hands shaking, he opened it gently. He revealed a simple yet elegant ring.

“Will you do the absolute honor of marrying me?”

A mixture of awe, laughter, and happy tears beginning to fill the space between you. You fell into his arms as he knelt before you. Wrapping your arms around him and letting the full weight of your body lean into him. 

He leaned back, “Is that a yes?”, he said laughing.

“You could’ve asked me this the day we met and I would have said yes and 2 years later, the answer is still yes! I’ll always choose you Jack”

Still both kneeling on the cold, hard ground in each other’s arms laughing, crying, holding each other like no one else exists in the whole world.

He gently placed the ring on your finger. The outside world distant, everything had stopped except for you and him. The promise of a future.

He lifted you up and held you in his arms. You could stay in this moment forever. You glared down at the ring in full for the first time since he opened the box.

“I wanted it to be perfect. I spent weeks choosing it. Even brought Robby to the jewelers with me. I know it’s not just about the diamond or anything but I wanted you to have something that felt as special as you are to me.”

You couldn’t peel your eyes off of it. Slowly turning the ring on your finger, mesmerized by its beauty, feeling the weight of it, both literally and metaphorically.

“You picked the perfect one. Not just the ring. This whole night. Just you and me here together”

You took a deep breath you looked up into the cloudy night sky. A slight breeze flowing in between you both. Taking in the full moment for all its worth.

You heard more then just the wind rustling in the trees, before you could even realize what was happening, all your favorite people appeared. 

Robby, Collins, Langdon, Mel, residents, nurses, at least a dozen people closest to you two.

“Surprise!” You heard it from every direction possible. Cheers for the both of you. 

“You two are going to be so great together. You know we’ve all been rooting for you since day one, right?” Mel yelled excitedly. 

Hugs from all around for you both. You lost track of just how many people he brought to support you.

“Come on let’s see that rock!”

You put your hand out for everybody to see. Thankfully, you got your nails done earlier that week. The ring catches the moonlight just right, a subtle sparkle, not flashy, but full of meaning. Love. The kind of shine that doesn’t scream for attention but, the type that draws eyes to it.

“You did good.” Robby put his hand on Jacks shoulder. “Really good brother.”

You lost track of time as everyone was gathering in conversation. Almost everyone had left for the night already.

You saw Langdon standing off to the side and walked up to him. 

“So you did know huh?”

“Of course I did.” He nudged your arm, “Make sure you ask him about that note he put back in his pocket. You’re going to want to hear it.”

“I will. So, who are you going to be bringing to our wedding?”

He glanced down at you with a slight smile. “Mel.”

You started jumping up and down. Almost as excited as you were just earlier. “Oh my fucking god! I know it! I knew it this whole time!”

“Yeah I knew that you knew. That’s why I never explicitly said it.”

“Langdon, oh my god. I’m so happy for you two! She’s so good for you!”

“Trust me, I know.” He looked over at her smiling. “You’re not mad that I didn’t tell you about any of this? Or about her?

“I’ll never be mad at you Langdon. Jack might be my person but, you’ll always be my best friend."

“I’ll take second place I guess.”

“Mind if I steal her away for a moment?” Robby came up from behind him and put his hands on his shoulder.

“She’s all yours Robby.”

“You knew about all of it huh?” You glared over at him. 

“He unfortunately tells me everything.” You two laughed. “But on a more serious note you both deserve all the love in the world, and I can’t think of any two people better suited for each other. Watching this chapter of your lives has been a pleasure and I’m excited to see what comes next for you two.”

“Thank you Robby. It really means the world coming from you. I’ll always appreciate you and everything you do for us both.”

Jack and Collins came up to you two.

“Let the man have some time with his fiancé, Robby.” Said Collins while intertwining her arm into Robby’s.

“Uh fine. Congratulations to you both again! Excited already for the wedding.”

You exchanged hugs with them and they were off. 

“You put the sweater back on?” Jack looked down at you. 

“Makes me feel like I’m wrapped in your arms. And there’s no safer place in the world Jack.”

“Come on, let me get my fiancé home.” Jack winked and wrapped his arm around you. 

You grabbed your flowers off the bench before realizing that all the flower petal and lights were gone.

“Dana picked them up, gonna get them back Monday night. Could use them at the wedding for something.”

“Jack.”

“Yeah?”

There’s a short silence, just looking at each other. The mood shifts more tender, more intense. 

You put your hands onto his chest before crashing your lips into his. Hard. Lips moving rhythmically around each others. Desperate, aching, like you’ve both been holding your breath for years waiting for this moment. 

When suddenly you feel water dripping onto your face. It’s starting to rain.

“Could not have planned that out better if I tried.” Jack laughed. 

The walk back to the car was peaceful. Just you two in each other arms. The way it’s supposed to be. Rain falling around you.

Streetlights flash across the windshield. The silence is heavy. The tension during the car right home could be cut with a knife. He kept his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand in yours softly caressing your thumb. Every chance he got he glanced over at you.

The ring still shines faintly as his hand is in yours. Rain tapping lightly on the windshield.

“Do we think the rain is good luck?”

“Maybe it’ll rain on our wedding day too.” You turned your head to see him smiling softly. “So fiancé, you got anything else special planned for tonight?”

“I could tell you or I could show you.”

The tension from the drive followed you too all the way upstairs. It didn’t snap, it deepened, filling the empty space all around you.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he immediately turned around. His hands wrapped around your neck as your hands went up to his chest. He pinned you against the wall as his lips crashed into yours. Tongues swirling in each other mouths. Moans filled the elevator until the ding that you had arrived to your floor. He quickly pulled himself off of you. 

He pulled away breathless, panting already, he ran his hands through his silver curls. 

“Fu- fuck, let’s go before I rip your clothes off right here.”

As soon as you both stepped off the elevator, he stopped. 

“I can’t believe that I get to marry my best friend.” 

“Thought Robby was your best friend?”

“Oh you beat him for that title within a week of us meeting. Now come on, I got to give my fiancé what she deserves.”

He wrapped his arms all the way around you and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked your feet up into the air. 

“Oh my god, fucking finally! Yes!”

He carried you down the hall to the apartment door, fighting with the keys in his pants pocket to get into the apartment as quickly as he possibly could. Finally behind closed doors.

Before you know it his jacket hits the floor, shoes kicked off lazily, fingers tracing familiar lines around each other bodies Every movement is slow and deliberate, not just passion, but raw intimacy. The kind that screams, I want all of you and I’m not going anywhere.

“God you look so fucking good in this dress but, I need you out of it right now. Fuck”

He grabbed your hand and lead you into the bedroom. 

“Let me see what I’ve been missing out on.”

He pulled your body against his as his hands slid behind you untying the dress, never breaking eye contact. He gently pulled the straps on your shoulders down around your arms. Underneath a surprise. 

Not only did you go and buy him a gift earlier that week, you stopped at the lingerie store to pick up something extra special. A red set. Lace. Tightly wrapped all around your body. 

He trailed his fingers down the fabric on your stomach. “Fuck, you’re driving me insane already babygirl.” You watched his eyes roam your body, up and down as you unbuttoned his shirt, getting down to his belt buckle.

Hands went to your waist, pushing you back against the bed. Wrapped his arms around you, lifted you up, and threw you down onto the bed. His eyes went dark. He was starving for something only you could give him.

He stood at the edge of the bed, undid his own belt, pulling his pants off in a hurry. Tight black briefs that showed his excitement. He ripped off his socks before crawling on top of you. 

Fingers tracing every inch of your body. You squirmed under his touch. 

As he came face to face with you, you whispered, “Take me.” 

He hand slid effortlessly underneath you, untying your lingerie. Sliding in fully off your body as if he’s done it a million times before.

He lightly kissed you before making his way down around your neck as his hand began to explore your body. You felt his hand on your stomach, instinctually, you open your legs for him. 

“That’s my good girl.” You threw your head back letting a soft moan leave you as he sucked on your collarbone. You felt his hand go lower. 

“Jesus fucking christ, so wet for me already. He growls lowly, the possessive need in him taking over him completely. 

“Been waiting for you all night.” You panted out. 

“Is that right?” He didn’t hesitate, his middle finger was inside of you. 

“Oh fu-fuck Jack. Please.”

“Patience my sweet girl. You’ll get what you need soon enough.”, He leaned into your ear, “We’re going to do this how I say. You’re going to finish on fingers, then on my tongue, then we’re going to finish together.”

His fingers slid easily through your juices as he began sucking on your breasts. Gently biting your nipples. Fingers curled inside of you while his thumb did circles around your clit. The sensation of his breath against your skin made your head spin, the anticipation building as he curved his finger into you, finding that spot that drove you wild. 

Before you knew it, another finger was inside of you. The sounds of your wet pussy filled the room. He knew exactly what spot to hit each time. 

“Ja- Jack, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“

“Give it to me babygirl. Cum on my fingers.”

You arched your back as your legs began to shake under the pleasure. There were sounds leaving your body you didn’t know you could make. 

“There we go, that’s my girl.”

You let go completely. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body. Your first of many orgasms tonight. His fingers still inside of you, slowly moving. 

“Gotta taste her now.”

“Fuck Jack, ju- just give me a second.” Legs still trembling, you struggled to catch your breath. You covered your face with both hands. Embarrassed that you were already struggling to keep up with him. 

“Damn you missed me that much huh?”

You didn’t respond.

“Are you alright?”

“Fuck I can’t believe I can’t keep up with you and your like twice my age.” You laughed. 

He grabbed both arms off of you dragging them to your sides before wrapping his left hand around your neck. His veins in his hand bludging out. You look down to see his new gold watch. What a good idea. 

“First of all, I’m not twice your age. Second, I know what my girl needs and how to give it to her.”

You glared up at him, chain dangling right in front of your face. You bite your lip and said, “Oh god, just shut up already and clean the mess you made.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Before you knew it, he was leaving a trail of saliva down your body. Kissing every inch of your body. “You want this?”

You grab his hair and pushed him down into your cunt. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking hard, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Your fingers tangled in his sliver hair, gripping tightly as your legs trembled, and he groaned again into you, the vibration making you whimper.

"God, I could stay here forever.”, He mumbled against you. “This pussy is all mine tonight. You feel that? You hear that? This pussy's mine."

You could hear slurping sounds as he devoured you, his mouth greedy and desperate as if he’d been starving for this moment forever. Your breath came out in gasps, moans, your whole body burning under his relentless attention to you and your ever need and desire. 

Your body began to pull back from him. He reached up and grabbed your hands, pulling you back into him. 

“Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?”

“Fucking hell, Jack, ah Jack!” You wrapped your legs around his body. “Oh my god!”

Once again, he sent an orgasm crashing through your entire body. Leaving you gasping for air as he crawled back up to you to admire his work. 

“Come here, want you to taste yourself for me.”

He crashed his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue all the way into the back of your throat. 

He pulled off of you, “You need a second before we keep going?”

“No but, you’re going to when I finish with you.”

You pushed him off of you and onto his back. You leaned in, brushing your hand softly, over the strain in his briefs, the curve of seven-and-a-half inches compacted against the fabric of his briefs. 

“Lets get rid of these.” You pulled his briefs down to see his cock springing out, slapping against his stomach. You were drooling for him. 

You grab him with one hand and spit on it. Rubbing your saliva up and down his already throbbing cock.You kiss the tip before sucking on his head. 

“Just like that sweetheart, keep going for me.” Seeing Jack beg was a rare occurrence and you were eating it up. “Fu- fuck, oh god please.”

You pulled your mouth off and grabbed his cock with your hands, feeling every vein in him pulse against you. 

“You gonna finish for me baby?”

He grabbed all your hair in one hand. “Put me back in your mouth right now and I’ll show you.”

You moaned onto his member, fighting the urge to swallow him whole and suck every last drop of his cum out of his cock. You brought your hand to his balls, gently squeezing them, making him push himself further down your throat.

“Sh-shit, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” He pulled your hair tight, letting out noises that you’ve never heard from him before. He came hard, shooting himself into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down once more before crawling up to him, his cum dripping from the corner of your mouth dow not your chin. You wiped yourself with your thumb and sucked on your fingers while he watched. 

“You taste so good for me.” 

“Fucking hell babygirl.” 

“Yeah? You need a second?”

“Fuck no.” He flipped you over with no hesitation. Like you were nothing to him. The weight of his body fully on top of you. His sweat mixing with yours.

“Remember, I stopped taking my birth control Jack.”

“I don’t fucking care, I need to feel myself inside of you right now. I’ll go slow,” he promises, lips kissing yours, “You won’t have to worry about a thing babygirl. You just tell me if it’s too much.” Your heart flutters at his words. 

He holds his frame above you, both arms holding himself up around you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, and you want it closer.

You lift your mouth and kiss him, his tongue licking the insides of your mouth. His hands move down your body, knees digging into the mattress to keep himself steady.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want you to fuck me Jack. Please. I need you inside of me.”

One hand reached down to grab his cock. He positioned himself at your entrance, slowly sliding just the tip in. Your moans filled the room as he slid further into you. 

In and out. Your body’s syncing up perfectly as he thrusted himself all the way inside of your soaking wet pussy. You dug your nails into his back. You threw your head back, closing your eyes as he pounded himself into you. His balls slapping against you with every thrust. 

He wrapped his hand around your throat once again. “You want me to keep going, you better keep those pretty fucking eyes on me.”

You opened your eyes to find in staring into you. His eyes dark. His chain swinging in front of you, hypnotizing you. 

He leans his head back, almost like he's fighting the orgasm, trying to make the moment last as long as his body will allow. 

“Fuck, baby, you're going to make me cum," he groans.

"Want you to cum, Jack. Want you to fill my pussy," you whine. Your words whimpering, practically begging, music to his ears. 

"You want me to fill you up babygirl?” his hands tighten their grasp around your neck. "You want me to cum inside you?”

“Please Jack, I need it. Put a baby in me," you say, not even thinking twice about it. You need him, all of him.

“You want me to breed you, babygirl? You want me to fill you up and give you a baby?"

As your whimpers gets louder he takes your hand and guides to your lower belly, pressing together with his hand on the place where his tip bulges from inside of you.

“Ah, fuck babygirl, come on, cum with me.” 

“Ja-Jack, oh god!”

He fall onto your body, his thrust became sloppy as he groaned into your ear. His breath hot against your flesh.

With his last thrust, he gently kissed your lips. “You’re so good to me babygirl. There you go, so glad I finally got to cum inside you”, he places a kiss on your forehead. “Think I’m going to have to start working out more to keep up with you babygirl.”

“Wish you could just stay inside of me forever.”

“I’m sure we could arrange that.” He laughed. 

He sucked on your neck some more while you could feel his cock soften inside of you. He finally pulled himself out of you. He lowered his hand and put it on your cunt. 

“Wanna keep her full. Don’t want you to ever forget how she feels with me swimming inside of her.” He dragged the dripping cum back up before putting a finger inside you once more. You let out a loud moan before he pulled out of you. 

He threw his body next to yours and let out a sigh. “Jack, I don’t think I can even walk right now. Trust me you don’t have to worry about me forgetting who I belong to.”

“I thought about this since the last moment we were in bed together. Guess all that waiting was good for something.”

“You could let the do all the work next time, you know?”

“You got a deal babygirl. Shit, I would’ve proposed a long time ago if I knew I was going to get the best sex of my life out of it.”

You crawled onto him, resting your head on his bare chest. 

“You know, not to ruin the mood or anything but, Langdon mentioned the paper you shoved back into your pocket earlier. Don’t know if you want me to read it.”

“Yeah I figured he would.”

“So are you gonna let me read it? Is it the same thing you said tonight or?”

“Well yes and no. It’s not technically a proposal written on there. Might actually be better if you read it the day we get married.”

“You want me to wait until the day of our wedding to read it?”

“I mean, I’ll hide it if you don’t trust yourself to not read it. But please, for the love of god, don’t go around asking what’s in it.”

“No, it’s okay, I think I’m starting to like surprises now.” You laughed. 

With his crooked smile, he said, “I love you.”

“I love you too Jack. Until the end.”

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Six Weeks Later

You’d be feeling off the past few weeks. You chalked it up to the stress of realizing you were going to have to plan out a whole wedding while working as a full time night shift attending. And now Jack wants to go house hunting. 

“Hey! You alright in there? We gotta go before we’re late!” Jack knocked on the bathroom door. 

“Jack, I don’t know if I’m going to make it in tonight. Can you come in here please?”

He slowly opened the door, peeking his head around first. You were sitting on the floor against the shower tub next to the toilet. Fully dressed and ready to go to work.

“Jesus Christ, are you alright??” He ran up to you. 

“Well, I just threw up and feel slightly better but, this nausea is just something else right about now.”

“You think you’re alright to be going to work like this?”

“Yeah I think I’ll be fine just need to take some Zofran or something and I should be able to push through. Don’t want you guys to have to work short tonight. I don’t know maybe it was your cooking.”

“You said it was good…”, he sighed as he helped you up off the cold bathroom floor.

“I don’t know just nauseous really. That’s it. This wedding planning is going to give me an ulcer Jack.”

You somehow made it through the entire shift without vomiting on a patient. But by the time handoff came around, you were struggling just to breath. 

Once you were done, you sat at the nurses station in the corner, waiting for Jack. You put your elbows on your knees and your head down into your hands.

“God you look so pale. Don’t go passing out on me now.” He walked up to you. 

“Can you just help me to the bathroom before I throw up all over the floor please?”

He walked you over and as soon as the door was open to the single stalled bathroom, you ran inside. Swinging your arm back to shut the door before he could see you throwing up yet again.

He could hear you in there and immediately followed you inside. “Fucking hell, again. Are you pregnant or something?” 

You glared up at him, “I don’t know but, something’s wrong Jack.”

“Are you late?”

“Jack I don’t know. I’m never even regular. I don’t fucking know.” You looked up at him and wiped the cover of your mouth.

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down, we’ll be okay no matter what’s going on.”

“I think we need to go buy some tests.”

“Shit.” His eyes widening as his jaw practically fell to the floor. 

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Woooo! Chapter 3! Wrote most of this while watching the MET Gala looks and honestly all the hot people make it so much easier to write lol. But I really hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it! Keep an eye out for the next chapter to find out where this one is going! ;) 

Thank you to the like 4 people that asked for more! This one is for you guys!

[motorsportbarbie13]

Hurricane Bonus SMAU Chapter

(simply because i missed doing smau posts)

no warnings. no written parts. just fluff.

japan 2025 ms.emma.meyer (private) posted

76 likes liked by madmaxx33, land-ho, leosdad, and others ms.emma.meyer not a bad first week of work, yeah? ☺️ vicverstapp good luck keeping my brother in line! >>>ms.emma.meyer he's been behaving...for now >>>madmaxx33 yeah, because i'm terrified of you >>>ms.emma.meyer as you should be

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89 likes liked by smooothoperator, madmaxx33, vicverstapp, and others ms.emma.meyer always on the move lately...japan->bahrain alexstmeow pretty pretty girl! can't wait to see you again next week >>>ms.emma.meyer ❤️ madmaxx33 wait, are those my headphones??? i thought i lost those! i ordered a new pair yesterday! >>>ms.emma.meyer consider it a business expense. a happy assistant means a happy boss 😃 >>>madmaxx33 nobody warned me you'd be so...expensive >>>ms.emma.meyer ok, rude simbas.mom love bug!! it was so nice to meet you this weekend!! can't wait to see you in miami!! >>>ms.emma.meyer kika! thank you for coming to my rescue with that fan ❤️ you're the best >>>madmaxx33 fan??? why'd you need rescuing from a fan???

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91 likes liked by vicverstapp, alexstmeow, madmaxx33, and others ms.emma.meyer quick break vicverstapp i thought you were going straight to jeddah! >>>ms.emma.meyer that was the plan. and then your brother threw a tantrum. now we're in cyprus. >>>madmaxx33 i did not throw a tantrum. and you were the one that chose cyprus. >>>ms.emma.meyer i only had to choose cyprus because you threw a tantrum >>>land-ho GOD i love seeing you whip him into shape, emmy >>>ms.emma.meyer shut up, lando ❤️ >>>land-ho anything for you, bby girl ❤️

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87 likes liked by madmaxx33, simbasmom, land-ho, and others ms.emma.meyer week three...crushed. alexstmeow that outfit was genuinely the hottest thing i've ever seen a human being wear >>>ms.emma.meyer this really cute friend of mine helped me pick it out. she's a genius. 🫶🏻 madmaxx33 i still say you cheated during our run...had that fan not spotted me and demanded an autograph, i would have beat you to that stupid palm tree... >>>me.emma.meyer cry about it maxie 😘

monaco. april, 2025

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97 likes liked by madmaxx22, viccerstapp, leosdad and others ms.emma.meyer april was a dream maxmaxx33 whoever took those pictures of you is a pretty good photographer, if i do say so myself >>>ms.emma.meyer so humble 😉 >>>land-ho let me take your picture next time...they'll probably turn our better 🤭 >>>madmaxx33 no way in hell is that ever happening >>>ms.emma.meyer now now maxie, play nice >>>land-ho yeah maxie, play nice >>>madmaxx33 i hate you both >>>ms.emma.meyer 😘

[gwenie-creates]

Petals Of Death

A Landoscar FBI Au

TW- this chapter contains descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of past abusive relationship, and unwanted advances by an olderish male (5 year age gap)

read on ao3 here!

Chapter Seven

Lando woke up to a blinding light and the soft sound of snores filling his room. 

He silently cursed himself for not closing his curtains before going to bed last night. 

Lando glanced down to where his phone was lying next to him. 

The screen was dark, he could just barely make out the sleeping forms of Alex and George. 

The soft snores filling his room were comforting as Lando reached for his phone. 

“Fuck,” Lando mumbled to himself seeing his phone battery at five percent. 

He quickly hung up the call, reaching over for his phone charger. 

Glancing down at his screen, he saw the call duration staring back at him. 

7 hours 23 minutes 

No wonder my phone’s almost dead, Lando thought, amazed that he had managed to sleep for so long. 

Usually, Lando only managed about four or five hours of sleep. 

If he was lucky. 

Realizing that his friends were probably going to freak out about why he had ended the call, Lando quickly opened their group chat. 

British Invasion 🇬🇧

Lando: ended call cuz my batteries nearly dead 

Lando: text me when u guys wake up 

Lando: mum still wants u guys over for breakfast 

Lando: thank you for last night <3 see u guys soon 

Letting out a sigh Lando set his phone down on his nightstand before attempting to rub the remaining sleep out of his eyes. 

He glanced at his alarm clock, noting the time. 

8:02 am 

Ok, not bad. Lando thought, getting off of his bed and heading towards his bathroom. 

The second Lando looked in the mirror, he knew he was in for a rough time. 

His eyes were bloodshot from crying and tear tracks remained on his cheeks. 

Knowing there was no way to fix his eyes, Lando turned the handle on the sink, hoping to at least be able to wash away the tear tracks. 

 Once Lando had finished drowning washing his face he glanced up at himself in the mirror. 

He looked slightly less disheveled, he just needed to fix the mess of his curls and throw on some more presentable clothes. 

*** 

After battling his curls for fifteen minutes and picking an outfit that didn’t make him look like a child playing dress up in their parent’s clothes. 

Which really was just a baggyish pair of jeans and a less ill-fitting sweatshirt. 

Lando grabbed his phone and opened his bedroom door, steeling himself for the onslaught of questions he’d no doubt receive from his parents.

***

The smell of pancakes filled the hall as Lando slowly made his way towards the kitchen. 

He felt a small smile grace his face as he turned the corner being met with the sight of his mum dancing around the kitchen and badly singing along to whatever song she had playing on the radio. 

Cisca turned around just as Lando fully entered the kitchen. 

“Oh! Lando honey you’re up.” She said, a bright smile on her face as she reached for Lando, embracing him. 

“Yeah, just woke up,” Lando replied, his voice gravelly from sleep and last night's sobbing. 

Cisca made a face at the sound of his voice, bringing her hand up to his forehead. 

“Honey you don’t sound too good are you coming down with something?” she worriedly asked. 

Lando shook his head, “I don’t think so I feel fine. I’ve just woken up, Mum, it's nothing.” 

Cisca stepped away from Lando, taking a few seconds to assess whether he was lying or not. 

Lando held his breath, praying he came off as normal and could just play his voice off as remaining sleepiness, regardless of the fact that he had been awake for over an hour by now. 

Thankfully Cisca seemed to believe him as she stepped away flashing Lando a small smile. 

“Alright, I just worry sweetie,” she said, turning to finish cooking the last batch of pancakes she’d been preparing. 

“I know Mum,” Lando replied, taking a seat at one of the chairs in front of the kitchen island. 

A brief silence settled over them as Cisca returned to cooking and Lando peacefully sat, lost in thought. 

***

The silence was interrupted by Lando’s phone suddenly blowing up. 

Lando nearly fell out of his seat in shock, rushing to grab his phone and nearly throwing it across the room in his haste.

The sound of his mum laughing at his clumsiness made his cheeks warm with embarrassment. 

God, why must he be so clumsy!? 

Playfully mumbling “shut up” to his mum, Lando unlocked his phone, seeing Alex and George had responded to his earlier messages. 

British Invasion 🇬🇧

Alex: Of course Lando, no need to thank us. 

Alex: Heading out to pick up George now 

Alex:  Be at yours in 10 😁

Lando felt a smile make its way onto his face. 

 George: Mate no need to thank us for last night we are here if you need anything. 

George: Also Alex you better get here quick, my Mum won’t stop nagging me about when she’ll get to see you again. 

Alex: She just saw me last night?? 

George:  Yeah, well she said that’s not nearly enough ‘Alex Time’ whatever that means. 

George: I swear she was more excited to see you than her own son. 

Lando snorted, imagining George's face when his mum had shown more interest in Alex than him. 

Alex: Tell your mum I love her <3 

Alex: On a serious note though be there in 5 

George: 👍

***

Lando felt a mix of excitement and dread. 

He couldn’t wait for Alex and George to arrive at his house, because currently, his parents were doing that back-and-forth worried eye contact where they refused to say anything out loud but Lando could clearly tell they wanted to. 

It was something they used to do a lot when he was a kid. 

On the other hand, Lando knew he wouldn’t get off that easily. 

There was no way Alex and George were just going to let last night go. 

It had just solidified their worries and now they would be unbearable. 

At least they probably wouldn’t say anything to Lando’s parents. 

Not unless they thought Lando was getting really bad again. 

Which he wasn’t. 

How he was going to explain last night, Lando had no idea. 

He couldn’t tell them about the notes without risking his secret. 

He had to figure out how to make them believe that it was just his anxiety acting up. 

That he wasn’t getting bad again. 

That it was just because he hadn’t had to sleep alone since he broke up with Michael. 

***

The sound of the doorbell ringing broke Lando out of his thoughts. 

“I’ll get it!” he exclaimed, jumping up and rushing towards the front door. 

Lando could hear his parents laughing at his behavior, probably remembering how he would sprint towards the door anytime the doorbell rang when he was younger. 

He had ended up sitting in the ‘naughty corner’ plenty of times for answering the door to strangers. 

Reaching the door, Lando quickly opened it and was greeted with his mates’ smiling faces. 

“Well someone’s excited to see us,” Alex said with a teasing grin. 

“Oh shut up,” Lando replied, feeling a blush creep up his neck. 

George let out a laugh before pulling Lando into a tight hug. 

“Lando honey, are you going to actually invite your friends in or just leave them out there in the cold?” Cisca’s voice called out from the kitchen questioningly. 

Lando quickly detached himself from George's embrace. 

“It’s not even cold outside Mum, and it’s just George and Alex s’not like they need some grand welcome,” Lando replied with a roll of his eyes. 

“Oh, so it's ‘just George and Alex’ now?” Alex asked questioningly in a mocking tone, raising his eyebrows. 

Lando turned towards him with a half-hearted glare before reaching to grab both his and George’s hands and pulling them towards the kitchen. 

*** 

After greetings had been exchanged, pleasant conversation filled the room. 

Adam catches up with Alex about his studies while Cisca with George about his. 

Lando sat back happy to just listen to the conversation rather than contribute. 

Sue him for wanting to have a moment of peace where he didn’t have to constantly keep people from worrying about him. 

As everyone finished eating Cisca took the plates to the kitchen with the help of George. 

Always the people pleaser, Lando thought, fighting the urge to call George out for it. 

“So what are you boys planning to do for the day?” Adam asked. 

“Umm… we don’t really have any plans, to be honest,” Alex replied, glancing at George to see if he had any ideas. “Just figured we’d probably spend the day here with Lando or maybe head to one of our houses.” 

Cisca made an unhappy sound at the mention of Lando not being somewhere they could keep an eye on him. 

Lando hated that his parents wouldn’t treat him like a regular twenty-two-year-old. I mean for God's sake he wasn’t an infant. 

Lando must have voiced those thoughts out loud as the room suddenly went quiet. 

Well shit, he thought, nervously glancing up at his parents. 

Cisca was nervously biting her lip waiting for Adam to respond. 

Adam took a deep breath in before saying, “You’re right Lando, you aren’t an infant and we shouldn’t treat you as one.” 

The anxiety that had gripped Lando’s chest slowly began to release. 

“You have to understand we just worry,” Cisca added, “It’s hard not being there to take care of you all the time now that you’re off at Uni.” 

“But I have Alex and George,” Lando replied with a pout. “They take care of me.” 

Cisca smiled a small sad smile. “I know sweetheart. And you’re right, if you want to go spend time at one of their houses you are more than welcome to.” 

A smile graced Lando’s face at his sudden newfound “freedom”. Feeling like testing his luck Lando spoke, “Actually I was thinking that maybe I could go run a few errands?” 

He cautiously looked up trying to gauge his parent’s reaction. 

They paused for a beat of silence and Lando quickly added, “With Alex and George of course.” 

At the mention of his friends coming along, his parents' shoulders relaxed. 

Alright, so they’re willing to give me some freedom but not that much freedom. 

“That sounds like a great idea, love,” Cisca replied, a smile making its way onto her face. 

“Actually if it’s not too much trouble could you guys run to the store for me? I’ve just run out of eggs, and I need them for dinner tonight.” Cisca asked. 

Lando quickly nodded his head while both Alex and George replied with variations of ‘Of course’ and ‘It’s no problem at all’. 

Standing up Lando said, “I’m going to go grab a coat, and then we can go?” he ended in a question looking at Alex who nodded. 

“Yeah, sounds good,” Alex said, looking to George to make sure he was ok with the plan. 

“Good idea to grab a coat, since you seem to always be freezing,” George replied with a smirk. 

Lando flipped him off which sent everyone into a chorus of laughter. 

***

Waving a final goodbye to his parents, Lando got into the backseat of Alex’s car. 

“So where are we off to?” Alex asked, looking at Lando through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, I didn’t know you had any plans.” George said, “I kinda figured you would just want to take the day slow, maybe spend it watching movies or something, y’know since that whole thing last night.” 

Lando felt like begging the ground to open up and swallow him whole at the mention of last night. 

He knew obviously that they were going to ask about it, but it still didn’t make things any easier. 

“Uhh… yeah, I just need to do some things and I can’t take the worried glances and awkward silences from my parents anymore,” Lando replied. 

“You know they just worry,” Alex said and Lando felt like screaming. 

Yeah, he knew they just worried. That’s all he ever does is make people worry. His parents, his friends, everyone. 

Lando’s internal spiraling must have shown on his face because Alex let out a deep sigh before continuing, “We do need to talk about last night though…” he trailed off at the end, waiting for Lando to nod. 

“Yeah, I know,” Lando replied somewhat dejected. 

Before they continued the conversation Alex finally pulled out of his parent’s driveway and started driving them towards town. 

George turned his body so he was facing Lando since Alex had to keep his eyes on the road. 

“Do you want to tell us what happened or…” 

It was phrased like a question, but Lando knew he didn’t really have any other option. 

“I dunno,” he mumbled, looking down at his hands, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over them so he could rub the seams on the inside of the cuffs. 

It was soothing. Ok? 

When George gave him a look that very clearly said ‘that’s not good enough of an answer’, Lando sighed. 

He obviously couldn’t tell them what had really caused his little breakdown last night, so he had to just make it seem like it was something anxiety related. 

“I– I guess it was just a lot y’know?” Lando raised his eyes, meeting George’s, “being home again and just suddenly being alone. I– I just hadn’t thought it’d be that hard.” 

Lando lowered his eyes again and looked out towards the window. 

“I don’t know, I guess I just got so used to always sleeping with you guys that suddenly I was alone with all of my thoughts, and it just became too much.” 

Lando felt bad for slightly lying to his best friends, but he was also telling somewhat of the truth. 

It had been really hard and jarring to go from sleeping in the same bed as either Alex or George to suddenly being alone in his with nothing but his thoughts. 

When Lando’s thoughts got too loud for him to deal with, Alex or George would always start talking to him or put on a show to try and ease his mind. 

Suddenly having no one there to help had caused Lando to get stuck and spiral. 

Of course, the stupid note had something to do with it too, but Lando obviously didn’t say that. 

After a moment of silence, Alex let out a sad sigh, looking unsure what to do to help. 

Lando knew it pained his friends not to be able to help him- and his fucked up mind. 

He knew they would be so much better off without a burden like him. 

Before he could get too lost in his self-deprecating thoughts, Alex spoke, “Do you think it would be helpful if we spent the night at your house tonight?” 

Lando looked up, shocked, “What, no! You should be home with your families not staying with me because I can’t get my shit together.” 

George spoke up next, “It would only be for a few nights, or even just tonight. Plus it’s not like we don’t ever see our families.” 

“Yeah, but you see me every day,” Lando replied. 

George opened his mouth to speak, but Alex interrupted him, “Why don’t we spend the night at yours tonight, and then you can either come stay at one of ours if your parents don’t mind or we can do like we did last night and just spend the night on call?” 

Lando opened his mouth to argue, but Alex’s plan actually made sense. 

This way he could still get a good night's sleep without feeling too guilty about stealing Alex and George away from their families. 

“Ok,” Lando said with a small nod of his head. 

“Ok,” Alex replied, giving him a small smile through the rearview mirror. 

“Now can you finally tell me where the hell we are going because I’ve just been aimlessly driving around?” Alex abruptly asked, causing both Lando and George to break out in laughter. 

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Lando replied once he had gotten his laughter under control. “I wanna go to that flower shop so I can pick out some nice flowers for my mum.” 

“Aww, Lando, that's so sweet,” George said, reaching around towards Lando and attempting to pinch his cheeks. 

Lando let out a loud shriek and attempted to shield his face with his sweater paws. 

“Boys! Enough, before you make me crash this car.” Alex yelled a playful grin on his face. 

Lando shot George one last glare before very maturely sticking his tongue out at him. 

Before George could respond Alex swatted at his arm, telling him to turn around before he got them in trouble. 

***

After about a ten-minute drive, they finally arrived at the local florist shop. 

Lando happily hopped out of the car, excited by all the bright flowers he could already see displayed in front of the shop. 

“Hurrrry uppppp,”  Lando whined when Alex and George took too long. 

“Give us a second, mate,” George replied with a huff of laughter. 

Lando just impatiently looked at them, before deciding that he was an adult and he could go into the shop by himself if he wanted to. 

Dashing up the front steps of the shop Lando, stepped inside and was immediately hit with an onslaught of smells. 

The different scents of the flowers overwhelmed his nose as Lando looked around. 

His eyes fell on some baby pink tulips. 

Mum would love those. 

Reaching for the bouquet of pink tulips, Lando startled when a sudden voice cleared its throat. 

He spun around to face the voice and felt his cheeks heat up immediately. 

Standing behind a counter just a little to Lando’s left was a man. 

He looked to be in his late twenties and had jet-black hair. 

Lando gulped feeling stupid for not noticing the man sooner. 

“Hi, s-sorry,” Lando said bashfully. 

“Hi,” the man replied with an amused look on his face. 

“A fan of tulips are you?” The man asked motioning towards the bouquet Lando had been eyeing. 

“My mum is and she’s who I’m shopping for,” Lando replied. 

“That’s sweet,” the man said, raking his eyes up Lando’s body. “What's the occasion?”

Feeling uncomfortable from the man’s blatant staring, Lando nervously replied, “Oh. Umm. No occasion, I’ve just come home from Uni so I wanted to get her something nice.” 

The man hummed thoughtfully, although it felt more like he was doing it out of habit rather than actually having heard anything Lando had just said. 

“Well, why don’t you bring it over here? I’ll ring it up for you and make it look all nice and pretty.” The man said, but his tone sent shivers down Lando’s spine. 

“Umm… I’m actually waiting for my friends they’re just out in the parking lot so…” Lando trailed off slowly inching back towards the door. 

A loud laugh made him stop in his tracks. 

The man behind the counter continued to let out deep chuckles, “It’s alright cutie, I don’t bite.” A smirk made its way onto his face and Lando wanted to puke. 

It reminded him so much of Michael. 

Feeling stuck, Lando slowly inched his way over to the bouquet of tulips and then towards the counter. 

The entire time the man watched him with an undeterred stare and growing smirk. 

When Lando finally made it to the counter he gently laid the bouquet down and nervously looked up at the man. 

The guy had to have been 6 '4, maybe even taller. 

All Lando knew was that he absolutely towered over him. 

The same way Michael had. 

Breaking the intense eye contact the man had been keeping with him, Lando reached into his pocket for his wallet. 

He pulled it out and reached for his card. 

When he handed his card over to the man – Lando really should learn his name— wait no he should not this guy is an absolute freak!

The man made sure to rake his entire hand across Lando’s before taking his card. 

Lando felt pure fear grip his entire being and wondered what was taking George and Alex so long. 

When the man finished ringing up Lando’s card he slowly handed it back to him. 

Right as Lando reached to grab it the man suddenly grabbed his wrist and held it in a tight hold. 

Lando let out a frightened whimper and felt tears begin to fill his eyes. 

This was all becoming way too familiar. 

“L-let g-go,” Lando said in a shaky voice. 

The man only laughed, tightening his grip. 

“Oh come on, I’m only playing. I mean it’s not every day a pretty thing like you stumbles into my shop.” 

Lando felt bile rise up his throat at the man's words. 

His body began to shake and he silently begged for Alex and George to walk through the door. 

Thankfully it seemed the universe was on his side, just as the man's grip began to tighten to a painful extent Alex walked through the door. 

“Lando have you finished yet?” he asked, stopping at the entrance and taking in the scene in front of him. 

Lando wasn’t sure what it looked like to Alex from behind but the man slowly released his death grip on Lando’s wrist. 

“Y-yeah,” Lando replied, before quickly snatching up the bouquet of flowers and scrambling towards Alex. 

“Let’s go,” he hurriedly mumbled into Alex’s chest, before pushing past him and out the door. 

“Lando what—” Alex started, before rushing to catch up to him. 

By the time Alex made it back into the driver's seat of the car, fresh tears had started to roll down Lando’s face as the last words the man had whispered to him played on repeat in his head. 

‘Do I remind you of him?’ 

***

Lando’s frantic sobbing hadn’t let up in the five minutes since he had gotten back into the car. 

Alex and George have both been trying to get answers out of him to no avail. 

“Lando, what happened?” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Are you hurt?” 

Question after question asked but Lando couldn’t form a single response. 

No. Instead, he just kept sobbing. 

And sobbing. 

And sobbing. 

***

Lando still hadn’t calmed down, and now it was getting hard to breathe. 

He struggled to take in breaths. 

Each a haggard inhale, barely letting any oxygen in. 

Lando distantly heard someone yell at someone else to start driving. 

When suddenly, he was being pulled into someone’s lap and cradled into someone’s chest. 

He felt his tears soak their shirt as he clung to it for dear life. 

Whimpers escaped his lips as a hand slowly began to card through his hair. 

Another slowly trailing up and down his back. 

Gently applying pressure to his spine. 

Lando distantly heard words being spoken. 

Whether they were directed at him or not, he wasn’t sure. 

All he knew was that the blackness that had slowly been invading his vision was now retreating. 

The welcomed respite it would have offered going with it. 

Lando’s body shook with exhaustion, and he slowly melted into the person whose arms were wrapped around him. 

Letting the peace they brought flow over his body. 

Lando closed his eyes and let the rhythmic breaths of the chest he lay on slowly lull him to sleep. 

*** 

When Lando woke up he realized the person whose lap he had been sitting in was George’s. 

The sound of his and Alex’s hushed conversation came to a sudden stop the moment Lando’s eyes opened. 

Lando immediately regretted the action of opening his eyes, as it resulted in a splitting headache, and shoved his face back into George's chest. 

His reaction caused Alex and George to erupt in soft chuckles. 

George’s chest shook with his laughter causing Lando to cling on tighter. 

When the laughter died down, he chanced another look at his friends. 

They had looks of extreme worry and sadness on their faces. 

Lando knew he had to explain. There was no way they would just let this go. 

He opened his mouth to speak, and his voice came out croaky. 

“I-I-I’m sorry.” 

Tears welled up in Lando’s eyes, but he angrily swiped them away. 

The last thing he needed was to start crying again. 

Very gently Alex spoke, “Lando? Can you tell us what happened?” 

Lando refused to make eye contact, but he angled his face away from George’s chest so his words wouldn’t be muffled. 

“The–the flower shop guy he–he was a lot like Michael and he–he grabbed my wrist really hard.” 

Lando felt like that would be enough. 

It was both the truth since that was the main reason for his freak out but it also didn’t give away his secret. 

Because if he had said what the man had said to him, then he would have to explain the notes. 

Because nobody knew about Michael other than Alex, George, Lando himself, and the mystery person who sent him those notes. 

Not even Lando’s parents knew about what Michael had done. 

Lando knew if he told them they would never let him be on his own again. 

Not that that really mattered since he was rarely on his own now. 

Always with either Alex or George. 

They’ve got to be sick of him by now. 

Poor ‘little Lando’ can’t ever do anything for himself. 

Lando was brought out of his self-hatred fueled thoughts by George’s hand gently shaking him. 

“--do, Lando?” Alex called. 

“Hmm?” Lando replied, looking up at him. 

“I asked if you wanted us to go back. Or we could go to the police and file a report since the guy touched you?” Alex asked. 

“No! No!” Lando yelled, abruptly sitting up. 

“Ok, ok,” Alex replied, making a soothing shushing sound. 

Lando slowly relaxed back into George’s chest not caring that he was still sitting in his lap. 

Lando could tell both Alex and George were livid about what had happened between Lando and the man from the flower shop, but were trying to hold back their anger since they knew it would only cause more harm. 

“Can we go home please?” Lando asked in a small voice, breaking the heavy silence that had filled the car. 

“Of course,” Alex replied, giving Lando’s hair a soft ruffle before heading back up to the front of the car. 

George stayed where he was with Lando in his lap, not daring to disturb him. 

“Wait, the grocery store,” Lando suddenly said, “my mum still needs eggs for dinner.” 

“Lando I’m sure that can wait, with the day you’ve just had…” Alex started. 

“No, it can't, I need to get them for her since the flowers are now ruined.” 

Lando looked down at where the once pretty bouquet now lay in the floorboard half of the flowers distorted from when he had thrown them into the car in his haste to get as far away from the flower shop man as possible. 

Alex shared a look with George through the rearview mirror before sighing. 

“Alright, I’ll run in while you guys stay here in the car,” he said. 

Lando only replied with a satisfied hum, happy to let the sounds of George's heartbeat and breathing lull him back to sleep. 

***

When the car came to a sudden stop, Lando was jolted out of his fitful sleep.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, confused as to why they weren’t anywhere near the grocery store. 

George looked down at him with a grave face before explaining, “We know why the FBI is here now.” he paused, taking a deep breath, “They’ve found another body.” 

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Cricket-Part 6 (Final)

Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader (nicknamed Cricket)

You and Mouse finally talk

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This damn car jacking string was amping up even more it seemed. There had been two more and so far no freaking leads. Voight was trying to get a feel on where to stick some UCs for bait to maybe see if they would get targeted. You and Lindsay were the best candidates for the job. Two five foot something females were a lot more likely to get hit over any of the men in the unit and uniforms were out of the question on something this dangerous.

If it could just be narrowed down to a neighborhood, the unit would get divided. Half on you, half on her and patrol covering the middle. The job was now narrowing it down to where they could possibly be hitting next. 

You sat at your desk, going over the previous hits again. Everyone was trying to find any sort of pattern, anything to give you a clue as to where they could be targeting next. What type of vehicle could be their target. 

The solid click clack of Mouse’s keyboard was constantly drawing your eyes to him. So far you’d used this case as an excuse to side step talking to him about everything that had occurred between the two of you. You fucking hated it because any other time? You would be perched on the side of his desk, watching as he worked. Now? You were forced to stick to your own desk because no matter how bad you wanted to be close to him, you couldn’t allow yourself the casual intimacy when you wanted so damn much more.

“Cricket, Erin..my office!” Voight called out. You looked up at her and raised an eyebrow before standing to walk across the floor. “Yes sir?” you asked once the two of you were in his office. He nodded to the bullpen “There’s two cars in impound. A mercedes and a lexus. Both are barely a year old. They’ll be the bait cars. Both of you will need to be dressed like you’re harmless rich girls just in town for fun because they’ll have out of state plates”  

“What’s the plan here?” Erin asked and he sighed “If they’ll take it without trying to hurt either of you, we let em. We’ll have trackers on the cars that will lead us back to wherever they’re held up”  “And if they won’t?” you asked and he shrugged “We move in, take em down as quietly as possible and hope we can flip em” you nodded “Ok then”

Mouse was down in the tech room, double checking the trackers to make sure they were working to give up to the second updates on where you and Erin would be. There was no margin for error here. You and her were finishing up getting ready to roll out.  The plan was Jay, Hank and Kim would cover Erin while Antonio, Adam and Kevin covered you. Patrolmen would be sprinkled between the two locations Voight would have you and Erin rolling through.

The two of you were supposed to stop at a few different shops, just let the cars be seen. Draw out the perps and hopefully pop them. He fucking hated this part.  “Um Greg?” he turned around and you were standing at the door. You quite literally looked like you just stepped off the cover of Forbes. He couldn’t stop the smile that slipped onto his face, the outfit somehow suited you, “Where have you been hiding that?” you looked down at yourself and shrugged “Platt suggested a while ago to invest in one good outfit for court. This is it” he laughed “You look good Cricket” you nodded “But do I look like a rich girl from out of state that would be completely harmless to car jack? That’s the question” 

He nodded “If I didn’t know you, yeah” and you smiled slightly “Good, um I need my com” “Oh yeah” why had he thought you’d come down here just to talk? Maybe because this was the longest you’d spoken to him since he left your place that Sunday? 

He picked up your com and held them out but you grimaced “I hate to ask with how strained things have been but is there any way you can help me get it in place? I’m afraid I won’t get it in just right and it’’ll be visible”

He swallowed hard and nodded “Of course, no matter how things have been I’m going to help you” you smiled and stepped closer to him then sat down on the chair. He stepped to your left side and gently moved your hair back, you squirmed slightly and he smirked “You good?” you cut your eyes up at him “Just put my damn com in please” he nodded “Yes ma’am” and placed the com in your ear, shifting it so it would be comfortable and not be visible. “There ya go”

He took a step back and nodded “Can’t see it” you stood up and smiled “Thanks” he stared at you for a moment before saying “Be careful” “Always” you replied and he felt his heart flip as you turned to walk out.

You could still feel Mouse’s fingers on your neck from where he placed your com. The truth was you could’ve probably got it in place and you knew Kim or Erin either one would’ve helped you place it but his touch was comforting and you couldn’t very well ask for it any other way.

You grabbed the keys for the Mercedes from Voight and headed down to it. The thing was a deep blue and absolutely gorgeous if you were being honest. You preferred your truck any day but it was a pretty car. 

“Cricket, we’ll be a few cars behind. You won’t see us but we will see you” Antonio’s voice came through your com as you climbed behind the wheel. “Copy that” you replied as you peeled off from the curb. If Voight wanted you to get attention to this damn car, you were going to get attention to it.

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You could hear the chatter from your end of the com that so far Erin had stopped where she was supposed to and hadn’t gotten any attention besides a couple guys and handful of women asking for her number. Hell you’d had three women offer their number to you and two men. You had politely turned them down by saying you were in Chicago for the weekend while your uncle did business. 

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“What do we do if me and Erin are just out here turning corners all day and no one bites?” you asked about the two you spotted two suvs fall in line with the mercedes “Never mind” “We’re one car back, let it happen unless they get violent. Do not engage Cricket unless they get violent. Understood?”

“Copy that” you replied and kept driving until one of the SUVs turned sideways in front of you then you slammed on brakes and unlocked the door so it would be easier for them to snatch it open. You saw them coming up next to the car and held your hands up when you saw the guns. “GET OUT THE CAR BITCH” they had masks on so that was a good sign they weren’t going to get too violent. 

You nodded “Ok, ok” and slowly climbed out with your hands up “I don’t want no problems. My purse is in there too, you’re welcome to it all just don’t hurt me” the tallest of the three eyed you and even through the mask you felt your stomach churn. He didn’t have anything near good intentions. “Maybe we should take her for a spin” one of the other men luckily yelled at him “GET THE DAMN TRUCK AND LETS GO”

You stood in the middle of the street and watched them take off and spin around the corner. A few moments later Antonio’s suv pulled up and Adam grinned “I’ll be damned Cricket, you actually sounded harmless”  you winked at him “It’s called acting dear” and climbed in the car as Antonio was on the phone with Voight for everyone to circle up at the precinct.

You got changed back into your jeans and t-shirt first thing, Erin too. She laughed as the two of you were tugging your boots on “How many numbers were you offered?” you counted in your head “Five?” she whistled “Not bad, I had seven” you grinned “You’re cuter than me” and she laughed “Not true, you just have resting I’ll kill you face” 

The two of you headed out of the locker room as everyone was gathered around Mouse’s computer where he was already tracking the crew. “We got an address” Jay told you both and you grinned “Damn, that was fast. We got a warrant?" Antonio nodded “Got one, all we gotta do is gear up” you nodded then looked at Erin and Kim “The tallest of the crew, avoid him if you get cornered alone. He gives off those vibes”

They both nodded so everyone stood to head down to roll up. You stopped and grabbed Mouse’s arm on the way by. He raised an eyebrow at you actually initiating physical contact “What’s wrong?” you handed him the com and saw his shoulders fall so you said “And I want to talk tonight, if you’re free” he smiled “I’m always free for you”  that made your heart flip a little but you just replied “Ok” then hurried to catch up with everyone else.

You stood next to Adam as Voight gave everyone a final once over of the pre-raid plan. It was fairly routine, get in, get the perps and don’t get shot. 

“Halstead, Dawson and Lindsay take the front, Ruzek and Cricket take the back. Burgess and Atwater be ready for runners” He gave the order and everyone nodded, falling into place on where you needed to be. 

You followed Adam around to the back of the house, staying low and keeping your left hand on his shoulder. Once the two of you were there you spoke over the coms “In place” and heard everyone else reply in turn. After a breath Voight gave the order “Take it”

You and Adam kicked the back door in about the same time you heard Jay kick the front door in “CHICAGO PD, GET ON THE DAMN FLOOR” you saw the big guy aim for Erin and hollered “Drop it” he didn’t so you fired two into his neck and he dropped to the floor. Adam kicked his gun away as everyone moved further into the house. 

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Everyone stood outside the house as the bodies were taken away and the still breathing perps were loaded into squad cars to be dragged back to the precinct. “Well, that was fun” you laughed and Adam shook his head “Can I get a new partner? This one’s broken” Kim laughed “Nope, I like this one” you winked at her “Thank you ma’am” and nudged Adam with your shoulder “See? Your girl likes me”

He turned to look at you “She likes me! She doesn’t have good taste” you busted out laughing “Ok, you’ve got me there Ruz” and Kim started laughing too. Voight walked over and just shook his head “Head back to the precinct. We gotta get these assholes booked in, evidence cataloged and reports done” you groaned “The real fun part huh” and grinned when Voight shot you a look “I mean yes sir, we’re on it” and grabbed Adam to drag him towards his car.

Mouse was stuck cataloging most of the evidence alone because everyone else had to finish their reports, you and Erin had double due to having to be under for the bust. He heard boots coming down behind him and looked over his shoulder to see Jay. “What’s up man?”

Jay nodded towards the pile that hadn’t been done yet “Figured I’d give you a hand. I already did my reports” Mouse nodded “I appreciate it” 

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The two worked in silence for a while until Jay cleared his throat “Do you love Cricket?” and Mouse nearly dropped the car radio in his hand  “What?” Jay shrugged “It’s an honest question. I mean you and her have been pretty fucking inseparable since you started here. Now you’re telling me you spent a weekend wrapped around her and don’t want anyone else. It’s an honest question. Do you love her?”

Mouse fidgeted with the radio, mainly because he knew the answer. He’d long since known the answer. Of course he loved you, he was in love with you. Jay cut his eyes at him and smirked “That’s what I figured. You gonna tell her?” Mouse shrugged “She wants to talk tonight so I guess it depends on what she tells me” Jay nodded “Good luck?” and took the radio from his hand. 

You and Erin were finishing up your reports and she slid over to your desk “Can I ask something?” she whispered and you shrugged “Go ahead”  “So are you falling or already fell?”  you did the horror movie turn at that moment praying no one would figure out what she meant. She shrugged “Well with what you said and everything” you shrugged “I um…I”’ because if you were honest with yourself? Yeah you had already fell, probably before you ever slept with him.

She started laughing “You gonna say it to him?” you cut your eyes at her “We’re talking tonight” she grinned “Wear that green number I got you” and then scooted back over to her desk, you stared after her and shook your head slowly. Lord your friends.

You were headed out to your truck and heard Mouse call your name. You turned to face him and he smiled “Damn, she can actually hear me talking outside of the precinct” you rolled your eyes “What do you want Mousey?” he groaned so you grinned “Sorry, what do you need Greg?”

“Can I come over?” he asked and you nodded “Grab food” he smiled “Yes ma’am” he started to walk off but you knew you had to know so you called his name and he stopped and looked back at you “Yeah?” you looked around and took a deep breath “Before you come over..I need to know..” “I haven’t fucked Gia since we were deployed together” he replied and you hadn’t realized how much that had been weighing on you until you got confirmation he hadn’t been with her.

“Ok then I’ll see you in a little while?” he nodded “See you in a little while” you smiled and finished walking to your truck, that was when you noticed Jay and Erin standing together, obviously having watched you and Mouse interact. You stuck your hand up at them and they both waved with a laugh.

Mouse parked next to your truck and climbed out to walk up to your door. When he knocked you opened it and he felt his heart damn near stop. You were wearing that damn blackhawks jersey he’d gotten you and a short pair of sleep shorts. He didn’t realize you’d change. “Hey” he greeted and you stepped back “Hey”

He walked the food into the kitchen and turned to face you “Can we talk, before we eat?” you nodded “Yeah” so he grabbed your hand and walked over to the couch, pulling you with him. You sat down next to him and he smiled, bringing one hand up to cup the side of your face “I never should’ve slept with you under the pretense nothing would change because I’ve had feelings for you for a while but I buried them because you are my best friend and I didn’t want that to change and that’s one thing that I know now hasn’t. I love you and you’re still my best friend”

Your eyes widened “Greg, when you say you love me?” he smiled “I mean I’m in love with you Cricket” you laughed and  covered the space between you, crashing your lips against his. The shock quickly wore off and he pulled you into his lap, your hips shifting down where he could feel the heat from your core even through his jeans. When the need for air forced the two of you apart you pressed another kiss to his lips then one to his jaw “I love you too Greg”

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The moment you told him you loved him too Mouse got the biggest grin you’d ever seen on his face “You love me too?” you laughed “Yes you idiot, I am in love with you Greg Gerwitz. That’s why I acted like that when Gia was at the precinct. After feeling the way you touch me, the way you kiss me..how it feels to wake up in your arms? I’m not sure I could take a ranger in a fight but I’m pretty fucking sure I could shoot her” 

He laughed “Baby, you don’t have to worry about anyone. You own every bit of my heart” you pressed another kiss to his lips then leaned back far enough to pull the jersey over your head and toss it to the floor. His eyes widened when he saw the dark green lingerie set gracing your body “When did you get this?” “Erin brought it, apparently she’s known something we didn’t” he laughed “We’ll have to thank her..tomorrow"  and pulled you into a kiss. 

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I woke up to Jey's side of the bed empty. Sitting up, I checked my phone and saw a flood of birthday wishes. Answering a few messages, like posts fans made for me. Soon after, the door opened and Josh and Jeyce came in, singing Happy Birthday. Josh carefully carried a tray of food, while Jeyce held a stack of gift bags.

A smile spread across my face as they finished the song. "Thank you guys! You really didn't have to."

"But we wanted to, happy birthday, beautiful," Josh said, leaning down to give me a kiss. I smiled, taking the bags from Jeyce and giving him a hug. "Thank you, Jeyce."

"No problem, Dru," he replied, heading out as Josh placed the tray beside me.

"This looks amazing, babe," I said, picking up a fork and cutting a piece of pancake. A moan escaped my lips as I tasted it, and I eagerly went for another bite.

"You know I throw down in the kitchen; it's nothing new," Josh chuckled, and I nodded in agreement. "Now, open your gifts!"

I reached for the first bag, pulling out a beautiful, all-black silk dress. In the next bag, I found a box and opened it to reveal a pair of sleek, all-black heels.

"These are really cute, babe! Who helped you pick them out?" I laughed at his slightly offended reaction.

"I picked these out myself, thank you very much!"

I chuckled at his silliness. "Well then, you did a really good job, babe. Thank you." I leaned over and gave him another kiss.

"Enjoy your breakfast. I'm going to drop Jeyce off at his friend's house. Be ready by seven; we have reservations." I nodded as he left the room.

After finishing my delicious breakfast, I took care of my morning routine and brought the dishes downstairs to wash them. As I walked back into the room, my phone started ringing. Seeing Trin's name on a FaceTime call, I quickly answered. Trin, B, and Jade's smiling faces filled the screen, and they all yelled, "Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks, girls! Where are you all?"

"We're actually about to come get you, so I hope you're dressed!"

"Luckily, I am," I replied with a smile.

"Great, come outside; we're here!" Trin said. I hung up and quickly double-checked that I had everything. Locking the house, I headed outside and got into Trin's car.

"Where are we going?" I asked, buckling my seatbelt as Trin pulled away from the curb.

"Josh gave me his card and told me to treat you," Trin said, and I looked at her in shock. "Hair, nails, anything you need – it's on him."

Bianca leaned forward. "You've got yourself a good man!"

I laughed, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Ok, let's do it!"

Hours Later

Finally home after a few blissful hours of pampering, I glanced at the clock and saw it was around five. I hurried upstairs and stepped into the shower, indulging in my full hygiene routine. Once I was out, I moisturized my skin and quickly refined the soft, loose curls in my hair, finishing with light makeup. I slipped into the black silk dress and my matching black heels.

As I headed downstairs, Jey caught my eye, looking devastatingly handsome in his all-black ensemble – his Hall of Fame outfit from this year, no less. The moment he saw me, he bit his bottom lip, his grill flashing.

"You look incredible, mama," he murmured, taking my hand and spinning me gently before pulling me into a lingering kiss.

I smiled, my heart fluttering. "You look pretty damn good yourself, Main Event." He stepped away, only to return moments later with a breathtakingly large bouquet of roses. I gasped as he presented them to me. "Jey, you didn't have to! These are absolutely gorgeous."

"I wanted to," he said softly, "but there's one more thing." He then produced two black velvet boxes, one small and square, the other longer and rectangular. My breath hitched as I opened them, revealing a stunning diamond ring and a delicate diamond necklace shaped like the letter J. My eyes widened, and I looked up at Jey, speechless.

"This isn't an engagement ring," Jey said softly, his eyes filled with sincerity as he held my hand, "but a promise. A promise of my unwavering commitment to you, to us." I blinked back the tears that welled in my eyes, my heart swelling with emotion. I leaned forward and gave him a tender kiss, pouring all my love into that simple gesture.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I really appreciate this, everything. I love you."

"I love you more, always," he replied, his thumb gently stroking my hand. "Now, let's go. I got something special planned for you tonight."

He led me out to his sleek, black car, opening the passenger door for me with a flourish. As we drove towards the restaurant, a comfortable silence settled between us, filled with unspoken excitement and anticipation. We pulled up to a beautifully lit establishment, and Jey hopped out, hurrying around to open my door. He took my hand, his touch sending a familiar warmth through me, and we walked inside. Jey gave the hostess his name with a confident smile.

Moments later, we were seated at a cozy, intimate table. The ambiance was perfect – soft lighting, gentle music playing in the background, and the murmur of happy conversations around us. We ordered our food, the anticipation of our evening mingling with the delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen. As we ate and talked, sharing stories and laughter, a sense of deep contentment washed over me. I knew this was the right time to share my decision with him.

"So," I began, placing my fork down and turning my full attention to Jey, "you know I've had some time to really think about moving in with you..."

He nodded, his eyes meeting mine with a hint of curiosity as he took another bite of his food. "Yeah? And what's it going to be, my love?"

A wide smile bloomed on my face. "I say let's absolutely go for it."

The movement of his fork stilled completely, and his gaze locked onto mine, a mixture of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. Then, a slow, radiant smile spread across his face, lighting up his entire expression.

"You're for real?" he asked, his voice filled with a joyous disbelief. I nodded, my smile mirroring his. He reached across the table, cupping my face in his hands, and peppered my lips with soft, tender kisses.

"I am so incredibly happy you said that," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how happy you've not only made me, but Jeyce as well. He talks about you being here all the time." Tears welled in my own eyes at his sweet words, at the depth of his affection.

"I love you," I whispered, reaching up to gently rub the side of his face, our eyes locked in a tender gaze that spoke volumes.

"I love you too, Ma," he replied, his voice husky with emotion. He leaned in and kissed me again, a deeper, more passionate kiss that sealed our unspoken promises. We savored the rest of our dinner, the conversation flowing easily, punctuated by loving glances and gentle touches. After paying the bill, we walked hand-in-hand back to the car, the anticipation of our future together buzzing in the air.

Let's just say I ended the night on cloud nine, my heart overflowing with love and excitement for this new chapter in our lives.

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[kaurwreck]

oh, i figured out aya's skill.

[twohauntedhouses]

have officially confirmed that i am not a pick out your outfit the night before person by choice, but by necessity due to the fact that i didn’t last night and missed my train

[catboy-draws]

I want to tag this man but also I don't want to do that. If you know you know that's a peace out from me ✌️😔

[duskrelyk]

hhhhh laundry day

[sukumna]

┌─ .✦ 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐆𝚰𝐑𝐋𝐒

✦ — Gojo Satoru, ohhhh, he would love a brat. he thrives on winning so forcibly making you submit to him?!? he loves teasing you back until you’re all pouty tearing up cus he’s being so mean. “oh baby? did i hurt my girl’s feelings? you started it princess!”

✦ — Geto Suguru, sweet geto would love good girls! he loves that you worship him, believing he’s a god among men. he loves when you crawl to him and sit in between his legs begging for him to let you suck his thick cock. he loves having you fucked out scream his name like your calling out for god.

✦ — Naoya Zenin, definitely prefers good girls. he’s the type of man to want his word to be final say. he loves having a good girl that’s eager to please. he doesn’t have patience for defiance. he needs his girl to be content sitting on underneath his office cockwarming him with her mouth.

✦ — Ryomen Sukuna, ryomen sukuna is a brats number one fan!!!! HE OWNS THE FAN CLUB! he gets off on pain, your ass would be constantly bruised. you hate when he’s mean—but he’s always so mean. telling him you don’t want to do something he’s told you has him turning your way with an evil grin.

✦ — Choso Kamo, good girl for him all the way. he adores how head over heels you are for him, how you cling to him. choso has a knight in shining armor complex. he loves picking outfits for you every morning and making sure your eating healthy. he loves how you cling onto every word he says as he bounces you on cock.

✦ — Toji Fushiguro, ok so at first i thought good girl. but the more i think of it toji would pair so well with a lil brat. always dishing out spankings and punishments when she talks back to time!! one second he’s laughing with you and the next he’s washing the bad words out your mouth with his cock.

✦ — Nanami Kento, he’s so stressed and exhausted after a long day dealing with his students, he can’t handle the brattiness. he needs a good girl waiting on her back, spread eagle after a long day.

[humanjarvis]

road trip

synopsis: you get revenge on caleb during his graduation trip.

tags: nsfw (mdni), semi-public sex, dry humping, caleb fucks around (figuratively) and finds out, caleb/mc are intimate before homecoming wings, caleb whimpers, caleb wheezes, caleb begs, caleb is pathetic, caleb comes in his pants while mc ignores him  pairing: caleb x reader, reader is mc but uses y/n word count: 968

a/n: i literally got up at 8 am on a sunday to write this i am not well 

As excited as you’d been to commemorate Caleb's last year of college, his graduation trip to the aerospace museum was off to a rocky start. 

Last night, he’d suddenly shut down your plans to celebrate your friend’s birthday before you went out of town, joining his friends’ road trip as his plus-one. He’d said you needed to get some rest before your 8-hour journey, but with the way his eyes went wide and nostrils flared when he saw your outfit, you knew that wasn’t the only reason. 

You’d spent the rest of the night and the next morning angry, and it only got worse when Caleb’s friends came to pick you up. One extra person had decided to come last-minute, meaning there weren’t enough seats for all of you, no matter how tightly you squeezed together. 

As the closest pair in the group, you were forced to sit on Caleb's lap. You’d seethed in unprecedented indignation as he guided you down on him, the scowl on your face widening the smirk on his. 

An hour into the drive, you’re still staring out the window in rage, Caleb's arms secured tightly around you, when you realize something. You know this route. You’d traveled it a couple years prior for your senior trip in high school on the way to some world-renowned aquarium. 

At your realization, your frustration turns into opportunity. The roads on this route are a pothole-ridden nightmare from years of government neglect, and you’re going to use this intel to make Caleb pay. 

Discreetly, you slide yourself further back on his legs, positioning your ass right over his crotch. You conceal your movements through a conversation with Gideon’s girlfriend that you bring to an abrupt end once you’re settled. It’s time for your game to begin. 

At first, you’re subtle. Matching the rhythm of the bumpy ride, you lightly jostle in Caleb’s hold, feeling his fingers flex around your waist. 

“Careful, pipsqueak,” he murmurs in warning. “Wouldn’t want you sliding off.” 

You don’t respond. Your earlier anger is the perfect excuse not to acknowledge him through this entire thing, and you silently bless your short temper. He’s going to unravel with your back turned, you facing forward, your eyes on everything but him. 

When the car hits a small pothole, you lean back into him, “innocently” grinding your ass into his crotch. Immediately, Caleb wheezes behind you, almost concussing both of you the way he falls forward in shock. 

“What are you doing,” he hisses when he recovers, his words more an admonishment than a question. 

Resolutely, you pay him no mind, striking up a group discussion about the museum. What kinds of planes do they have there? How big is it? Have any of you ever been? And all the while, you continue tormenting the man beneath you, using the cavities of the road to assist. 

On one particularly sharp turn, you grind your hips into him a little harder, feeling the outline of his bulge between your legs. At this point, Caleb has caught on. Taking heaving breaths, he leans into your shoulder with a soft groan, muttering, “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. Not here, please.”

As he whispers into your ear, his absence from the larger conversation takes center stage. “You alright back there, Caleb?” Gideon calls from the driver’s seat. “Need any water? A/C?” 

“I’m fine,” Caleb grits out, barely managing to mask his grunt. 

Smiling to yourself, you adjust on his lap as you peer through the windshield, taking in the busy scene ahead of you. There’s some kind of festival going on, it seems, and half the street is blocked by a colorful array of vehicles. The lack of space forces Gideon’s full-size SUV onto the gravelly edge of the road.

Perfect, you think. Time for the grand finale. 

Bracing your hands on Caleb's thighs for support, you let the rest of your body go limp, leaving yourself completely at the mercy of the rocks ruining Gideon’s paint job. Up and down, up and down, up and down you went, virtually bouncing on Caleb’s growing erection. 

“Please,” he whimpers into your ear, not daring to speak above a whisper. Another bounce, and his hands are grasping at your hips while he throws his head back, jaw clenched shut. 

Dutifully, you ignore his cries and your own sticky arousal, refusing to falter until you get what you want. 

As he grows even harder beneath you, Caleb’s pleas grow more frantic. “Y/N, please. I-I’m sorry for last night, just—please. Fuck, please,” he stammers, a tremor in his voice. 

Just as the final plea leaves his mouth, an especially deep pothole throws you from his lap and a few inches into the air. A second later, gravity sends you crashing back down onto his aching, straining cock, and you feel it. Caleb comes hard, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, eyes closing in a mix of ecstasy and shame. To avoid suspicion, he buries his face into your shoulder while he rides out the rest of his high, pitiful whimpers and groans drowned out by the chords of cheerful pop songs on the radio. 

Reveling in the way Caleb’s whines vibrate through your skin, you turn your head slowly, checking your reflections in the rear-view mirror. When the coast is clear, you press a soft, teasing kiss to his hair, to which he twitches under you.

You’re filled with a wicked, awful glee, but you keep your face a mask of nonchalance as you call out, “Hey Gideon, can we stop at a gas station soon? I need to freshen up.”

For the rest of the trip, the Caleb who’d been so proud to forbid you from going out couldn’t meet your gaze, flushing crimson every time he saw you. 

[zyafics]

CAN YOU PLEASE, PLEASE ON MY KNEES WRITE ABOUT BITCHY!READER X RAFE AND IT'S SMUT?? I FEEL LIKE YOU'LL DO IT JUSTICE!!! thank you

you literally read my mind because i was just thinking of this prompt that works so well with bitchy!reader!! hope you'll enjoy <3 (if it’s bad, look away!!)

WHATEVER SHE WANTS | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Oneshot)

Pairing — Rafe x Bitchy!Kook!Female Reader

Content — 18+, power/dominance play, p in v, doggy style, orgasm denial, and dirty talks

Word Count — 2.2K

lıllılı Whatever She Wants by Bryson Tiller

You always wanted Rafe.

It's your right. Since you were a child, you demanded the best in everything—toys, clothes, boyfriends. They had to be perfect. Had to be yours. And yes, it may come off a little superficial but who cares? It's what you deserve, and it'll be hell if you don't get it.

Since the first look, when you caught Rafe lounging on a chair with his friends, tipping the rim of his beer onto his lips, while his eyes scanned over the room in an attractive lazy way, you knew you had to have him. It didn't help that you were competitive, and Rafe garnered attention with women. They flocked to him and begged for a minute of his time. It became a game to you, and that heightened your need.

Everything was calculated. The makeup you wore, the outfits you curated, the glances. You always timed your arrivals—when you knew Rafe would be watching the door—and marked your exits. You knew exactly what to wear—dresses that tantalizing exposes your ass, but only as a preview—and the cosmetic style he liked. Rafe's the type of man who believes he wants a bare-faced woman, but truly, he wants something natural that enhances your features.

You came with friends. You left alone. You drank enough to loosen your nerves and danced with the crowd, but not enough to make a fool of yourself. You knew your tolerance and knew Rafe didn't like a messy girl.

At least, in public.

You caught his gaze a couple of times, flashing a flirtatious smile over your shoulders, but never lingered longer than three seconds. Rafe can't know how easy he can have you, because Rafe, like most boys, loves a chase. You're not easy, you're spoiled. He had to come to you.

And he did.

Rafe tried to introduce himself on several occasions. On those nights when you're leaving early—as planned—Rafe would cut to the door to pay a parting remark. "You're leaving so soon?" he would ask, "Alone? Again?" He would add. You always told him it was because no one caught your eye, and Rafe took that as a personal challenge. He would then try to tell you his name, as if he were different, to which you nod—detached—as if it didn't matter.

It drove him insane.

Because you didn't offer the same courtesy. You kept him guessing. He had to finally ask around to learn your name, which he would use to tease you the next time he saw you. And he did. And you laughed. But you acted like you didn't care. Like all the trouble he went through didn't prove a thing. That's when Rafe knew he needed you.

Tonight's no different. Just as you're about to leave, Rafe catches you with another smooth pick-up line. You just giggle. He studies how your eyes crinkle with amusement, the curve of your lips painted in his favorite shade of lipstick, and the lithe tilt of your head to the side as you ask him with your gaze, is that the best you got?

It isn't. But Rafe's determined to get further with you tonight. He continues to talk, asking about which men disappointed you and the reasons for your constant disappearances from these parties. And, for once, you're answering his questions with little resistance. Perhaps, it's because of the amount of cheap wines you consumed, or maybe you—for once—are tired of the games and want it to come to a fruitful end. Because when Rafe finally asks to take you home, you don't say no.

The walk to his truck is brisk. His arm wrapped around your waist, directing your path, while his fingers trail over the backless cut of your dress, producing a buzzing feeling beneath your skin. He's whispering something in your ear, but all of it is incomprehensible as you revel in the feeling of his touch and his touch alone. The feeling of your game coming to a conclusion.

And, just as you're about to reach the car, Rafe slams you into the side of the vehicle with a searing kiss.

His mouth catches yours and everything feels perfect. As if the buildup leading to this precise moment had been worth it, and every needy emotion rises to the top. His hand travels down the length of your body, to your hips, pulling you closer, and needing to eliminate all the space and wait you made him do.

Rafe's movements are swift and controlled. One of his hands props open the backdoor of his car, pushing you inside, and laying you against his leather seats. All without breaking the kiss.

"You don't know how long I wanted this, wanted you," Rafe blubbers between wet kisses. "Seeing you at every party, in these tiny dresses, not being able to touch," he rasps, bundling the hem of your dress into a tight fist. "Tell me you wear them for me."

"And if I did?" You say with a moan, tipping your head back to grant him access to your neck. "Did you like them?"

"Of course I did," he murmurs against the curve of your neck, the vibration of his words sending heat straight to your core. "You dressing up for me like my own perfect doll."

You want to retort that it's him who's in the palm of your hand, but Rafe sucks on a sensitive spot, causing your eyes to roll back and a whimper to escape your lips instead. He grabs your wrists with one hand, throwing them over his shoulder as he pulls you flush against his chest.

"So pretty, so fucking untouchable," Rafe kisses down the length of your throat, his fingers collecting the spaghetti straps of your dress before sliding it down the slope of your shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

His words snap you out of your haze. And while Rafe continues to expose more of your body, lamenting each reveal of flesh with a kiss, you withdraw enough to grab his attention.

"You're not fucking me in a car."

"What?" Rafe breaths, unable to snap out of the trace you had him in. Delirious with want, his mind warped around the idea of you being so close to attainable, that all rational manners left his system. He tries to kiss you again, to resume the moment, but you pull enough to send him a deadly glare, pouty and spoiled.

"Rafe, take me somewhere nice or we're not fucking at all."

He can't believe what he's hearing. He can't believe he's contemplating it. But Rafe doesn't understand that you have it all planned out to result in a perfect moment. You won't let it be disrupted just because Rafe can't drive the extra mile to take you somewhere nice. You'd rather leave him with blue balls.

"Are you serious?" He asks slowly, his eyes drawn to your swollen lips, the little pout, and the desperation to have them back on his. Sure, Rafe's had girls who wanted something more than a casual fling. He had them ask him for a better spot, but he never obliged. He never cared. But you're different. He wants you, and it's been a hell of a chase to get you here. He'll be damned if he lets it slip away because of a pretentious standard.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" You cross your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts further up. He nearly groans at the sight. "We're not having sex here."

"The nearest place has to be at least a fifteen-minute drive," Rafe argues. And it makes you upset, brows pinched together. "We can just—"

"I don't care," you snap. "Take me somewhere nice or I'm leaving."

You're serious. He sees it on your face. Rafe can't risk that, despite wanting to protest, because he knows he if he messes this up, he won't have another chance. Swearing under his breath, he drags himself out of the backseat and into the driver's side, pulling the car out of the parking lot.

Dangerously, Rafe speeds down the road, while you're sitting in the backseat with a self-satisfied demeanor, fixing your makeup through the rearview mirror. Occasionally, Rafe spares a glance through the same reflection, connecting with your gaze, and while there's subtle bitterness coiled in his chest, he recognizes the bigger prize at hand.

And what he can do with it.

Because, despite your bratty attitude, Rafe is a person who wants control. You want perfection. You two can have both.

That's how you find yourself in a newly-booked penthouse suite at one of the bougie hotels in Kildare, your head digging into the soft comforter of the bed, your ass in the air, as Rafe drills into you from behind.

When you reached the room, everything moved frantically. Rafe slammed you against the nearest wall to kiss you again—needing your lips, needing your taste—while his hands roamed over your dress and pulled down your cleavage, revealing your tits. Your hands wandered down his pants, unbuttoning them hurriedly, needily, and he assisted you by pulling them off alongside his boxers. His cock was big, slightly red with a pearly bead of pre-cum that rolls off the tip. And you could tell by the look on Rafe's face that he wanted you to suck it.

But you told him, "I don't do blowjobs."

So fucking pretentious.

It didn't matter. He hauled you over to the king-sized bed and pushed you onto the mattress. You landed with a soft thump, while Rafe hauled you up to your ass, pushing up your dress, until it became nothing but a bundle around your waist. His movements were urgent, and he wanted—no, needed—to be inside you because a bratty girl was going to be a great fuck.

And he was right.

You're perfect. The way you wrap around him, the way he sinks inside you. He doesn't know if it's because of the delirium of wanting you so desperately, of chasing you for so long—but he never had better pussy. And it doesn't help that your moans are sweet, breathy, and loud—begging him to go faster.

"Such a pretentious brat," Rafe grabs your throat, hauling you upwards till your spine rest on his chest, airway constricted by his harsh grip. "Making me wait this fucking long."

"R—Rafe," you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the way he's angling his cock deep into your cervix, bullying the sensitive spot over and over again until you're seeing stars.

"Had to get the princess treatment, did you?" He murmurs hotly into your ear, nibbling a spot on your neck as you rest the back of your head on his shoulder. His thrusts grow more erratic. "Had to make me earn you, didn't you?"

"You weren't going to fuck me in a car," you persist, and despite how cockdrunk you became, and how much of an attitude you're willing to sacrifice to feel good, you were still adamant about receiving what you deemed enough. He respected that. "I'm not one of your whores."

"But I'm fucking you like my own personal slut. Is that any better?" He bites the lobe of your ear, and his other hand wanders up to grab a handful of your breast, squeezing the fat before rolling your perked nipple between his fingers. You moan louder. "What does that make you?"

You can't seem to answer him, can't seem to find your senses. The words Rafe uses are vulgar, but there’s still no regrets about this entire thing. Rafe wanted you so badly, that he was willing to spend hundreds of dollars on a hotel he probably won't even stay the night in. All because you demanded it.

You win.

"Shut up," you stammer, your stomach tightening. "Shut up and just fuck me, Rafe."

Rafe grins. The hand playing with your tits slips between your thighs to assist, finding your clit easily as he rubs it with his thumb in sync with his thrusts. Breathy moans escape you as you arch into his palm, while he pistons deeper inside of you, bottoming out.

"You sound so pretty, doll," Rafe murmurs against your heated skin, "Come on, take my fucking cock."

Everything’s so dirty. The way he handles you, the way your wetness drips down your thighs, the way his words breathe onto your skin and tighten your core. But you love it. You do, but you're not willing to give in so easily. No matter how good it feels. No matter how much he feels like a prize.

"You don't deserve me." You whisper with a mewl, body tightening with the familiar wave of your undoing.

Yet, Rafe merely grins.

"But you're sucking in my cock like you need me," Rafe taunts, pleasure coursing through his body at the way your walls grip him in a vice. The way your words spark challenge and invitation. He knows, despite your spoiled attitude and pretentious demands, he'll do anything to get another chance like this. "Now, behave like a good girl or you're not coming tonight."

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[thebubblesareevil]

Mistaken identity

We’ve all seen Danny getting mistaken for a bat. But what about a bat being mistaken for a Fenton.

When Danny took responsibility for Dan the first thing they did was get him a human form that wasn’t his corpse. Between vlad, clockwork, and his parents they managed to get him a new body that had him looking more alive than ever.

He was a bit tanner than expected, but they figured that came from Danny’s ghostly side.

When it came time for Danny to go to Gotham for school, he refused to leave Dan behind. Instead, using the funds he got from the ghost kings treasury and child support from Vlad, Danny got them a studio apartment close to campus.

His parents outfitted the apartment with all the latest security, of course.

Everything was going great, all expect for one thing…

People in amity park accepted Dan and adapted almost immediately, having gotten used to the many quirks of ghosts long ago. Gotham….was a bit less understanding.

Luckily for him, unlucky for the rest of Gotham, the police there were incredibly corrupt and easy to bribe anytime he had to bail Dan out or, in the case of that one Karen that decided to give Dan shit for painting his nails, bail himself out of any trouble they came across.

Danny did his best to spend plenty of time with Dan, even when he was exhausted, he refused to ignore his little brother.

So after going through hell during finals week, Danny decided to take Dan to the zoo. Danny did his best to keep an eye on Dan, he really did! He had only sat down for a moment, just to rest his eyes, next thing he knew though he could hear someone yelling about violent kids.

Danny immediately jumped to his brother’s aid.

“I’m sorry,” Danny started as he interrupted the screeching woman. “Is there a problem here?”

Dan tried to speak up but the woman wouldn’t let him.

“This brat pushed me out of the way while I was looking at the exhibit and then spewed profanities at me!” She howled.

Danny flinched at the offensive noise on his sensitive hearing.

“No offense mam, but somehow I highly doubt that. My brother may not have the best manners, but he sure as hell wouldn’t push someone for no reason.” He couldn’t comment about the language, Dan knew more curse words in more languages that this woman could speak thanks to ghost speech, and he used every one of them.

“You little brat! How dare-“

“Of course, if you feel that strongly about it, we could always ask to see the cameras.” Danny suggested with a smirk. “I for one would LOVE to see what they have to show us.”

The woman paled before turning away in a huff. “I don’t have time to deal with annoying brats like you.” She said before turning away.

Danny’s eye twitched, “Good, because I don’t have time to deal with an entitled bitch like you.” Danny replied, ignoring the woman’s offended screech.

“C’mon Dan, let’s go get a snack and go see the penguins.”

——

Damien was thoroughly confused by what was going on. This was not how he was expecting this day to go.

He had snuck out of the Manor earlier, desperate to get away from his families judging eyes. The night before, he had encountered a smuggling ring, and after seeing the state the animals were in, he didn’t hold back against the traffickers. It was only because of his training with father that they hadn’t died.

His father called it overkill, he called it Justice.

After what he saw the previous night he decided to spend the afternoon at the zoo and bask in the presence of the animals, knowing that they were all well cared for.

And then the annoying shrew decided to ruin his day. He was ready to verbally eviscerate her when a large man stepped in. One that decided to claim him as his brother.

The man grabbed him by the hand after chewing out the woman and walked him over to the penguin exhibit, only stopping to pick up snow cones.

“I could have handled her on my own.” Damian said, before taking a bite of his treat, “you didn’t need to lie.”

Damian took a good look at the man before him, he had basically collapsed onto the bench when they stopped, the bags under his eyes made drake look well rested.

“What are you talking about?” The man asked before releasing a massive yawn. “I didn’t lie. Believe it or not, you’ve improved a lot since you came home to us. Sure, I could see you pushing someone out of the way a few years ago, but now?”

The man grabbed him by the arm, tugging him into a hug. Damien was too stunned to push back as the man gave him the most comforting, caring hug he had ever had.

“We’re all so proud of you Dan, you’ve come a really long way.”

Damien suddenly felt a pit form in his stomach as realization struck.

He carefully extricated himself from the hug.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding, my name is not Dan.” Damian explained, pulling down the hood on his hoodie.

The man looked at him confused before rubbing his eyes. Taking a second look, his eyes went wide.

“Fuck.” He then proceeded to pull out his wallet. “Do I have enough to bribe a cop?”

Damian frowned, “why exactly would you be bribing the police?”

“Because I apparently just kidnapped a kid.” The man shrugged. “My names Danny by the way.” He said before sluggishly getting up from his seat. “Let’s go see if we can find your parents and my brother.”

“My father is not aware of my current location.”

Danny paused, giving Damian a long look before nodding, “We’ll if your gonna sneak out, at least you went someplace educational.”

Damian looked at him confused as the man stretched.

“Well then, let’s go find Dan and get something to eat before we get you home. I’m sure your father is worried sick.”

Danny then grabbed Damian by the hand and started to lead them back the way they came. The crowds parting at the sight of the large man.

“I do not need an escort, I am more than capable of returning home on my own.”

“That may be so,” the man started. “But I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep tonight if I didn’t make sure you got home safe. You wouldn’t want me to be deprived of sleep, would you?”

Damian considered the statement. The man was clearly on the brink of collapse. “Very well.” He nodded.

The approached the tiger exhibit to pure chaos as the animal handlers tried to retrieve a boy from the tiger cage. Danny sighed before Damian could try to sneak away and jump into action.

“And here I thought I wouldn’t have to bribe anyone today.” Before he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted “DAN FENTON! IF YOU DONT GET OUT HERE IN THE NEXT 2 MINUTES, ILL TELL JAZZ!!”

The zoo keepers nearly panicked as the boy immediately jumped up, completely ignoring the tigers and climbed out to join his brother.