#main at southside

[stealingyourbones]

Danny moves into The Southside of Metropolis, better known to the occupants as the Suicide Slums, to start a new life. He didn’t know there would be so many damn superheroes that not only frequent, but who’s main territory is the suicide slums (heroes: Black Lightning, the Guardian, the Newsboy Legion, and of course Superman)

[batboyblog]

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #25

June 28-July 5 2024

The Department of Labor's Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA). Is putting forward the first ever federal safety regulation to protect worker's from excessive heat in the workplace. As climate change has caused extreme heat events to become more common work place deaths have risen from an average of 32 heat related deaths between 1992 and 2019 to 43 in 2022. The rules if finalized would require employers to provide drinking water and cool break areas at 80 degrees and at 90 degrees have mandatory 15-minute breaks every two hours and be monitored for signs of heat illness. This would effect an estimated 36 million workers.

The Federal Emergency Management Agency announced $1 Billion for 656 projects across the country aimed at helping local communities combat climate change fueled disasters like flooding and extreme heat. Some of the projects include $50 Million to Philadelphia for a stormwater pump station and combating flooding, and a grant to build Shaded bus shelters in Washington, D.C.

The Department of Transportation announced thanks to efforts by the Biden Administration flight cancellations at the lowest they've been in a decade. At just 1.4% for the year so far. Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg credited the Department's new rules requiring automatic refunds for any cancellations or undue delays as driving the good numbers as well as the investment of $25 billion in airport infrastructure that was in the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law.

The Department of Transportation announced $600 million in the 3rd round of funding to reconnect communities. Many communities have been divided by highways and other Infrastructure projects over the years. Most often effecting racial minority and poor areas. The Biden Administration is dedicated to addressing these injustices and helping reconnect communities split for decades. This funding round will see Atlanta’s Southside Communities reconnected as well as a redesign for Birmingham’s Black Main Street, reconnecting a community split by Interstate 65 in the 1960s. 

The Biden Administration approved its 9th offshore wind power project. About 9 miles off the coast of New Jersey the planned wind farm will generated 2,800 megawatts of electricity, enough to power almost a million homes with totally clear power. This will bring the total amount of clean wind power generated by projects approved by the Biden Administration to 13 gigawatts. The Administration's climate goal is to generate 30 gigawatts from wind.

The Biden Administration announced funding for 12 new Regional Technology and Innovation Hubs. The $504 million dollars will go to supporting tech hubs in, Colorado, Montana, Indiana, Illinois, Nevada, New York, New Hampshire, South Carolina, Florida, Ohio, Oklahoma, and Wisconsin. These tech hubs together with 31 already announced and funded will support high tech manufacturing jobs, as well as training for 21st century jobs for millions of American workers.

HHS announced over $200 million to support improved care for older Americans, particularly those with Alzheimer’s and related dementias. The money is focused on training primary care physicians, nurse practitioners, and other health care clinicians in best practices in elder and dementia care, as well as seeking to  integrate geriatric training into primary care. It also will support ways that families and other non-medical care givers can be educated to give support to aging people.

HHS announced $176 million to help support the development of a mRNA-based pandemic influenza vaccine. As part of the government's efforts to be ready before the next major pandemic it funds and supports new vaccine's to try to predict the next major pandemic. Moderna is working on an mRNA vaccine, much like the Covid-19, vaccine focused on the H5 and H7 avian influenza viruses, which experts fear could spread to humans and cause a Covid like event.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso Mommy kink choso I repeat mommy kink choso it's burning me alive I need

Choso w/ A Mommy Kink

♡ NSFW, fem reader, sub!Choso, oral->fem receiving, edging, soft sex/riding, whiny! and clingy!Choso ♡

note: thank you for requesting kitty Kat 🌸

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🩸 All over you 24/7, he's like a damn cat that won't leave you alone. He's always been clingy with you so eventually you just got used to it

🩸 Absolutely melts whenever you call him your "good boy", it makes him feel so special and loved. He calls you mommy in and out of the bedroom, he feels comfortable with calling you that regardless of where you're at (and whether or not it's appropriate)

🩸 Practically worships you and your body, his main goal is always pleasing you and fulfilling your needs

🩸 He can eat you out for hours on end, just being between your legs and hearing all the soft noises and praises you give him have him struggling to not bust in his pants

🩸 He loves when you ride him, the view from underneath you is his favorite. He gets to see your tits, the fucked out look on your face, and the way his dick goes in and out of your pussy

🩸 He always tries so hard to hold back from cumming when you ride him but ends up begging for his sweet release with tears and drool running down his face

"F-fuck..mommy please, need to cum. I've been such a good boy for you just please...need to fill you up~"

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[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached - part 11

First | Masterlist

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Fandom: DP x DC Summary:

Danny is just trying to build a portal home, becoming a thief was just an unfortunate side effect of that goal. Now if only this vigilante family would just leave him alone. Especially Red Hood - the semi retired crime lord whose ghost-like presence keeps drawing Danny to him.

Part 11:

Danny took a running leap and landed lightly on the next shoddily tiled rooftop. He’d lost the midget in the Southside factory district and now he was in some sketchy neighborhood with smaller buildings. It was on ground level, but it seemed almost like it was sunken into a hole as the rest of the city had grown up around it and swallowed it - one of the main highways even went plain over it. 

Danny stopped for a moment catching his breath. The roll of heavy duty cable slung over his shoulder was… well heavy. He looked out over the mishmash of old neon lights and newer LED signs for bars, nightclubs and little kiosks. In the alley next to Danny’s building money was exchanged for services Danny was not sticking around to watch. Blushing, he skipped to the next roof, taking care to land silently. 

He should just disappear, he was far enough away from his own hidey hole and he was tired. He was always so freaking tired.

But…

Well, first off he wasn’t phasing through a night club to go underground. 

And secondly…

Red Helmet hadn’t showed up. 

That was a good thing, Danny told himself frowning, as he walked along the spine of the newest roof, dodging around chimneys. The past weeks had been torture. 

Every time the Red Helmet had shown up it had been so hard not to go to him. He’d wanted so bad to give in, to just for moment heed the call of his core, the promise of companionship, comfort. Refusing that instinct was agony. And Ancients, Danny remembered how he’d looked in civilian dress, in that well worn henley, broad chested and with those big arms, he probably gave great hugs - if only he wasn’t one of the vigilantes trying to capture him… And if he wasn’t absolutely terrifying.

Danny shuddered, remembering how angry he’d been last time, yelling for him to stop. Yeah… Red Helmet was… He was an anglerfish, a lure, a treacherous light in the dark, that he had to resist, and last time he’d shown his teeth. 

Red Helmet not showing up was a good thing. 

Danny stopped and looked up to the cloudy night sky, jaw tight. It was a good thing. Why did he still feel so bereft?

He pulled the goggles down around his neck and rubbed his wet eyes angrily. Fuck it all, he just wanted to go home already!

His only warning was an electrical bzzt and he threw himself to the side instinctively. His eyes widened in fear as he only barely dodged two sticks sparking with arcing lines of electricity. Every hair on his body stood on end. The entire world narrowed in on those two weapons. He jumped backwards, uncaring where it took him he just needed to get away. 

Something hit his back and stopped him. His hands touched brick: wall. One of the sparking weapons was swung in lazy swirls as the dark shape attached to it bent down to pick up the roll of cable that had caught on a small chimney. Danny touched his shoulder, finding it bare of its earlier cargo. His hand tightened into a fist angrily and he cursed himself for not paying better attention. 

The shape got up and while half Danny’s attention was on the electrified weapon, he could now see it was Blue Bird. Danny had encountered him before, though only a couple of times. He’d been the bantering, good natured sort next to the angry midget, and he hadn’t known those sticks he used for weapons could do that.  

Realization ran cold down Danny’s back; Blue Bird hadn’t thought he needed the electricity before, but he did now.

Blue Bird moved and Danny ripped himself free of his petrification. Casting around he realized the wall was not a wall, but a pillar and most importantly neither was a thing that could stop him. It was only at the last second he went intangible and stepped backwards. The metal sticks clanged against the bricks where he’d stood. 

The sound of Blue Bird cursing, was a dull far away sound, as Danny started shaking. He kept a tight desperate hold on his intangibility but still felt himself losing focus. He quickly had to go somewhere. 

He dropped down until he found one of the many flood pipes that handled overflow if the sewers couldn’t handle the pressure. Something that seemingly didn’t happen too often judging by the dry debris left here. You could say what you wanted about this city, but the web of underground channels and tunnels was impressive, and the city was if nothing else prepared. 

He set down carefully and then let go of his intangibility. He was still shaking. His heart was pounding too fast. He wrapped arms around himself and took careful deep breaths even as his body told him he wasn’t getting enough air. But he was, he knew that was the panic speaking. 

He fucking hated electricity. 

Hated it. Hated it. 

You would think he’d be used to it by now. When he died, all the times Vlad shocked him, Vortex, that time Valerie tortured him in a basement, the- He forcefully shut down the thought. 

He should be fucking used to it by now!

But he was not. Especially not when it came out of nowhere like this. He’d frozen. They could have caught him. Danny could not be caught. Could not. Could not. Could not. 

Shakily he breathed in slowly through his nose and let it out. 

They were going to use electricity again. There was no way they wouldn’t take advantage of a weakness like that. 

He’d lost the cable.

Red Helmet hadn’t shown.

And why did he keep coming back to that! Of all things that should be the least of his worries. It was a good thing. It was. 

It just didn’t feel like it.

Oo o oO

Tim didn’t blame Bruce for letting him take point on this. 

After Jason had pointed a gun at him, he was rightfully shaken. Oh, he pretended not to be, but anyone who knew him could tell. There was a furrow edged on his brow even when he played Brucie whenever someone wasn’t directly interacting with him. He was worried and afraid.

And Tim got it. He had been there for everything. He understood how terrified Bruce was of losing Jason again, just as things had been slowly looking up. Bruce was drawing back, which was for the better. The alternative, that Bruce might come to a point where he thought something needed to be done about Jason, was too terrible to imagine. He would do it too, set aside his emotions, and do something, if he thought it was for the best. None of them needed the fallout of a Bruce who’d convinced himself Jason was too dangerous.

He was dangerous. But, thinking of the broken mirror, bleeding feet and tired eyes, Tim thought he was more dangerous to himself. 

It had been a painful realization to make. Tim had gone to Jason, with the mission in mind, only to find that maybe Jason had needed someone to check up on him for him. But even worse, Tim couldn’t be that person, because they didn’t have that kind of relationship. 

It wasn’t fair.

In an ideal world Tim got to be Jason’s annoying little brother. In an ideal world Tim wouldn’t be afraid of Jason. 

 What Tim could do was solve this issue. He took a deep breath and put all his emotions aside, they could wait. He was a plans guy and they needed a plan.

Tim surveyed the mess of papers he’d made of the table, as he’d pulled everything off the evidence board. It was time to start from the beginning. 

He sorted through and found the “meta?” sign, crossed out the question mark, and hung it in the center of the board. 

In the beginning they’d thought primarily that the Ghost used cloaking tech, but the phasing had made that very unlikely, and Duke had all but confirmed the meta theory when he told them he sorta glowed to his senses. He sorted through the papers and trashed those old theories. 

He put the known powers back up, then paused when he found the little scrap with a silly cartoon ghost Dick had drawn and put up in the corner of the original board. It had eventually gotten covered with something else and Tim hadn’t seen it when he took things down.

Now he considered it with a sigh, and pinned it next to the powers. Ghost was as good a codename as any and Tim suspected it was only Barbara who still refused to use it because Dick was obnoxious about it. And, Tim moved on to the picture of the phone to pin it back up, there was the fact that the recovered messages said nothing but “ghost”. So there was some connection. He marked that connection with a piece of string to the cartoon ghost.

The short contact list went up with the phone picture. 

At some point when this was all over Tim needed to take a closer look at that phone. He had no idea how that brick managed to get any signal, much less how all the contacts were out of service when called from that phone, despite some of them actually being in service. Yet, it could somehow call other existing numbers fine, both local, out of state and international. 

It made no logical sense!

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and let it go. 

Danny Fenton? went up above meta, they were reasonably sure that was his name. Next Tim took the list of known thefts and dates and hung it up on the left side of the board. Then added Star Lab break in a bit higher up. There was about three weeks in between the Star Lab break in and their first recorded sighting. It could mean anything. He could have stolen numerous things in the mean time without being discovered, or only just gotten to Gotham. 

Tim had scoured crime reports of Metropolis and other nearby cities for thefts that fitted Ghost’s MO, but had found none, so for better or worse he seemed to be sticking to Gotham for now. 

He put up buyer? And building? Underneath. Tim still had the terrible hunch he was building a portal that would end up destabilizing reality, but since he had nothing but his gut feeling to build that on he couldn’t put it on the board - not the board in the cave anyways.

He trashed a few dead end theories, found a scrap of paper that simply said “electromagnetic interference”. He held it in his hand for a moment, something niggling in his brain, but it was only half formed, he turned around and pinned it under powers and let it go.

Next he pinned up the “weaknesses”. Finally, thanks to Dick’s temper, they had something. He’d not been pleased to come home from his mission to the state of things being even worse so he’d gotten serious and treated the Ghost as an actual threat. 

Tim wrote electricity on a new scrap of paper and then put it under weaknesses. He tapped his chin with the capped marker. The Ghost’s behavior was odd. With the abilities he had, why even play chase with them?

He didn’t use the phasing to escape them early on. It was only when Jason entered the picture that began. Was it because the ability had a limit? Did it cost him to use it? Also what prompted the odd reaction to Jason that first night? And what about it made the Ghost so desperate he’d disappeared on them as soon as Jason was in sight?

Tim grabbed a new scrap of paper and pulled off the cap on the marker. He had to resist the urge to write “Jason” on the scrap, he’d keep that thought to himself, and instead wrote “limit?” And hung it under weaknesses with electricity.

There were more papers on the table. An analysis of the electromagnetic signal he gave off, that Tim had used to reduce noice in their visuals and audio. Pictures of the protein bars and the backpack. A map with every place the thief had disappeared on them marked: aka basically spread all over Gotham. A blood sample readout that was too degenerated for a useable DNA sample. These things didn’t go in the trash, but they weren’t important for capturing the Ghost, instead they went into a folder and put to the side.

Table now clear, Tim noticed his favorite mug full of steaming coffee and a plate of cookies set near the edge. He smiled and rubbed a hand through his hair self consciously. He hadn’t even noticed Alfred had been by, but he was a lifesaver. He would have to thank him later. 

He took the mug and a cookie and sat himself on the table, surveying the evidence board. He sipped the mug savoring the good coffee. It went perfect with the chocolate chip cookie. 

His eyes rested on “electromagnetic signals” again. It had been one of Dick’s early “proofs” that their thief was a ghost - if you subscribed to Ghostbusters lore at least. Tim rolled his eyes. The real reason the ghost couldn’t be a real ghost was that he was visible at all. Only magic users could see ghosts without a spell to make them visible (Something Tim was pretty sure Dick knew). He didn’t actually know whether the electromagnetic disturbance was a real ghost thing, the JLD didn’t need such tools after all when they could see them just fine. And besides if it was it probably wasn’t to the degree the Ghost gave it off. 

Would an EMP do anything? Probably not, since they were convinced the Ghost wasn’t using technology at this point, but a small localized pulse couldn’t hurt to try.

He took another sip of his coffee, contemplating, he needed something better. They could run the Ghost around all they wanted, but unless they stopped that phasing, he would get away every time. 

Jason couldn’t continue staying out of it like this. They’d chased the Ghost once without him and he was worse than a tiger in a cage, and twice as vicious. Tim scoffed, if only they could put the Ghost in a cage-

Tim’s thoughts crashed to a halt. 

No, they couldn’t- it’d never work- but if they- 

He jumped off the table, took three steps, then turned back to put down his mug and cookie. Then hurried over to the where they had the maps. With nimble fingers he sorted through the rolls only barely skimming the tags before discarding and moving to the next. They had to have- Got it! A utility map of the industrial area in Southside Gotham. He grabbed it and hurried back to the table. Unrolling it he placed the mug and the plate to hold down the corners even as he was already scanning the map looking for-

There!

It may be a while until the Ghost hit the area again. And they would need all hands on deck for this and preparations had to be made. But…

Tim smiled. They had a plan.

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So we've gotten to this point :D Hope you enjoyed it! Comments will keep me warm on my night shift tonight <3

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[nozo-muu]

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING, RIGHT?

Pairings: Lip Gallagher X male!reader, (implied) Ian Gallagher X Mickey Milkovich 

Genre: typical best friend’s brother trope, questioning sexuality, mentions of alcohol and drugs, kissing

Author's note: This is for male readers. I’ve used my shameless OC, Rust Anderson, as the main character, but this can be viewed as an x Reader too (if you change Rust's name to yours lmao, I just don't like using y/n, sorry). I’ve added another OC of mine, whose name is Carina Flores… I also love changing characters' personalities, so sometimes they might be a bit OOC (sorry in advance).

This is supposed to be the night that was mentioned in this fic ;)

God fucking damnit, this took ages. I'm not a big fan of the ending, but oh well. 

Gosh, he was perfect… The way he walked, the way he talked, the way his eyes wrinkled when he smiled. Everyone knew him, everyone liked him, the kid the Andersons had adopted, rumored to be the bastard child of some CEO from the north side. He had the heart of an angel, which was weird to see in the southside. 

He could always be seen sitting next to his friend Carina Flores, another adopted orphan in the neighborhood. The duo was inseparable, having met in foster care before being adopted, him by the Andersons, her by the Flores, and luckily living in the same city. They hung out so much everyone assumed they were dating.

It was a normal Friday; he, Carina, and their two friends, Mandy Milkovich and Ian Gallagher, were hanging out during a break.

People loved talking about those four, an unlikely group, really. Two kids from “problematic” families, the token smart and pretty popular girl and the unbelievably nice child of the Andersons. 

“I want to go home already…” Carina whined. 

“Only two hours of torture left.”  Ian replied.

Engrossed in their conversation, they didn’t hear some older guy approach them.

“Hey! We’re throwing a party tonight. We're inviting everyone, you guys should come.”

Rust turned around, looking up and down at the other boy.

“We’ll think about it, thanks for inviting us, tho.”

“Cool, hope to see you tonight.”

With that, the guy turned around and disappeared. 

“Seems like we have something to look forward to tonight, then!” - Mandy exclaimed, shoving Carina’s arm slightly.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.” Ian replied.

“We can meet at mine before… 6.30 sound good?” 

“Yeah!” The other three exclaimed.

…

It was around 6 when the doorbell first rang. Rust ran down the stairs and opened it to see Carina, who was carrying a bag full of clothes to get ready. 

“You sure do come prepared.” Rust said sarcastically. 

They made their way to Rust’s room, which was neatly decorated with witchy and music stuff. Turning on some music, they started getting ready, up until about half an hour later, when the doorbell rang again. 

Carina was putting on her makeup when Rust came back with Ian and Mandy behind him. 

“Wow, you guys took this seriously!” Ian said while observing the mess in Rust’s room and the elaborate outfits they had picked out. 

“Antes muerta que sencilla” (I prefer being dead than looking boring), Carina retorts.

Rust chuckles, taking out a bottle of vodka from under his pillow.

“Let's get this started then!” Rust wiggles the bottle while grinning. 

“Fuck yeah!” - Ian exclaims.

They changed the music to something more lively to get into the party spirit and started taking shots. 

The time to get to the party approached. It was 8h30, and the alcohol had already started working its effects. 

They made their way to some warehouse the guy from before had given them. Rust and Karina were dancing around while Ian and Mandy were laughing together, seeing how excited their two friends were for the party. 

Once they arrived, they noticed how lively the atmosphere was. A bunch of people were dancing, making out in the corners, talking… and the bar wasn't short of drinks. 

“I could go for another drink.” Ian said, looking at the group. 

“Yeah, downing a whole bottle obviously wasn't enough.” Rust replies, chuckling. 

“Mandy and I are going to go dance, we’ll join you guys later.” Carina said. 

The guys waved them goodbye while they made their way to the makeshift bar the students had created. A guy from an upper grade greeted them. 

“Oh shit! Another Gallagher. I’ve seen your brother around here somewhere.”

“Lip is here?” Rust exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. 

“He did say he had something to do…” Ian replied.

“Ok then, what should I pour you guys?” 

“I'll take a vodka soda, better to not mix alcohols.” 

“Yeah, I'll take one too.” 

The guy poured their drinks and handed them to the pair. 

That's when they felt a hand on their shoulders. Turning to see who it is, they see Lip, cigarette between his lips. 

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” Rust exclaimed, smiling. 

Ian rolled his eyes and turned fully to his brother. 

“You didn't say you were coming.” Ian stated dryly.

“I didn't know you guys would be here. Why bother telling you.” He looked around. “Where are the girls?” 

“Somewhere, dancing around. We were gonna join them.”

Lip looked up and down his brother's best friend's body, admiring how well he was dressed and how his clothes hugged his figure. 

“I'll go with you guys, my friend ditched me for some chick. He won't be back anytime soon.” 

Rust chuckled and Ian sighed. They made their way to the dance floor, where their two friends were already dancing. Rust immediately joined them, but the two brothers stayed a little behind, moving a bit awkwardly. 

They couldn't help but chuckle at how their friends were commanding the attention, already having people join their circle while dancing. 

Mandy had already started flirting with some guy, Carina was shining under the spotlight put on her, and Rust, well, let's just say he was a little touchy with a girl that he had started dancing with. 

It was a weird feeling, but Lip felt a pang of jealousy… was it jealousy? He didn't really know, but what he did understand was that he wanted it to stop. 

When he looked around, he found that Ian had disappeared, but he caught a glimpse of him walking out with someone… Was that Milkovich? 

To be honest, he couldn't care less right now. He looked back at the other three, deciding to join them. There was nothing to lose, right? 

As he was approaching, Rust grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the circle beside him. 

Even though Rust was still dancing with a girl, this action made Lip’s heart skip a beat. And the way he was looking at him while still grinding on her. He knew what he was doing, right? He had to.

After a little while, Lip and Rust made their way to the bar again, where they ordered another round. Once they got their drink, Lip got up.

“I'm gonna go for a smoke.”

“I'll go with you, I need some fresh air.” 

They got out via the back door and sat on some stacked crates not far away. 

The weird intimacy of the moment made Lip's heart rate accelerate. It was rare for him to feel like this for anyone, let alone a guy. He sighed. 

This made Rust smile. 

“No luck with the ladies today, huh?” 

“Hmm. Can't say the same about you. That girl was enamored. And the guy at the bar was almost drooling while looking at you.” 

“Someone jealous?” Rust said jokingly. 

He really didn't know, did he? The effect he had on people. The way everyone would feel welcome by his demeanor. The way he would be so enticing while dancing, the way he made Lip's heart rate speed up…

“No.” He said while exhaling the smoke. He handed it to Rust with a raised eyebrow. 

“No thanks, I have enough with the edible Carina gave me.”

Lip chuckled. 

“How… how did you know you were bi?”

Rust looked at him, raising an eyebrow, shocked by the sudden question. He didn't feel like joking around, so he answered truthfully Lip's question.

“Trust me, you know. A sudden crush on some guy you know, the urge to kiss him…” 

Lip hummed. 

“Why? Someone caught your eye?” Rust asked. 

Lip sighed, looking at him. The alcohol had clouded his thoughts, and the weed wasn't helping his case. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Rust's. 

Rust let out a muffled sound. He debated whether or not to pull back. But god, he had wanted this for so long. 

When Lip pulled back, he looked at the other boy. He was scared, to say the least. What the fuck did he just do? Did he ruin one of the best friendships he had? 

“I'm sorry, I got carried away. I…” Lip said. 

“Lip…” 

“It's just… I… I don't know what came over me. You just looked so good, and I wanted to kiss you… I'm sorry.” 

“Lip, I didn't pull away, did I?”

He looked up, surprised by his response. 

“Can I… do it again?”

“Bring it on.” 

They made out for a while until they decided to go back inside since it was getting cold. They spent the remainder of the night dancing together. Luckily, people were too drunk to remember, and Ian was still somewhere with Mickey. Oh, and Carina and Mandy… they didn't care and were occupied with something, or rather, someone else.

[yuna542]

🔙 [13.]

~Summer-Party~

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol and Drugs, Cheating, Fighting, Puking, Mentions of explicit actions

Taglist: Open

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Deception, secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Note: The Drama moves on. Hope you like this part :))

Soundtrack:

⏯️Play: Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

„Baby, we both know.

That the nights were mainly made

For sayin' things that you can't say

tomorrow day.“

The music pulsed in my ears and the world was already swaying dangerously, but it was a pleasant feeling to float far away from reality and not have to worry about any meaningful action. Or to be able to.

Rafe got me a new drink every time my previous one was empty and I couldn't count how many shots I had drunk with all kinds of people. By now it was dark and the many fairy lights and torches were doing their job, turning the beach and caves into a Caribbean paradise.

A special feature of the summer festival on Kildare was that on this night the war between Southside and Northside was settled. It was strange. People simply celebrated together and for one evening it was as if all the quarrels, the differences and hatred had never existed. Even Rafe and JJ kept a low profile, only throwing warning glances at each other now and then, like two dogs kept on a leash so they couldn't get at each other's throats.

The main reason for the peaceful evening was probably that the Pogues and Kooks could only organize the evening together. The Kooks provided the alcohol and the jukeboxes, while the Kooks took care of the setup and the fire.

Every year they built a bar out of pallets that they painted white and decorated with little lanterns. There were drinks that matched the themes, plus cocktails for just a few bucks.

Everywhere there were small seating areas made of wicker chairs, plastic chairs and many other makeshift seating arrangements.

Basically, it looked like a flea market for seating furniture.

I kept catching myself looking over at JJ and caught him more than once looking in my direction as well. Probably he was already thinking about the next nasty thing to do to bother me.

But even that didn't matter to me by now. I just wanted to have fun, drink and dance.

And that's what I did. All evening there was drink after drink, chat after chat. Giggling about things I didn’t remember a second later.

Staggering, I clung to the first person around me so as not to fall over on my high heels. The plateau-heels were suitable for the sand, but drunk even I had no chance to walk a straight line.

The person smelled pleasantly of strawberries and held me by the forearms. I closed my eyes for a moment to stop the world turning around me.

"Are you okay?"

The voice sounded familiar, but it wasn't until I looked at him and tilted my head that it cleared up. The dark strands fell into his forehead and the cap on John B's head sat askew.

"Have you seen Sarah?", I asked directly.

The girl had disappeared some time ago and she was probably making out with Topper somewhere.

John B shook his head and laughed apologetically, as if he could help it. Now that I was standing right in front of him, I noticed his kind eyes for the first time.

Although he should hate me, he returned my gaze with kindness and held me gently. At the same time, he respectfully tried not to come too close to me.

"I don't know. But maybe she's in one of the sitting areas."

Instead of smiling at me, he helped me stand up straight again and that's when it occurred to me that I had stopped him on his way to wherever.

"All right. Thanks."

"Are you all alone?" he asked, and the honestly concerned look stunned me. Was John B really that nice, or was he just as eager as JJ to play his games with me so I'd end up looking stupid?

However, there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes and I doubted if he could even lie.

"Uh... Yes. Somehow I lost the others."

Rafe being gone bought me a moment to take a breath, and right then I had realized how much the alcohol was already clouding my head.

John didn't seem to have to think twice to offer me:

"You can come to our place if you want."

John B was basically a golden retriever turned human. He had helped me many times before, even though I had made it more than clear what I thought of the Pogues. That's exactly why I couldn't accept this offer now. He was nicer to me than would do him any good, and I didn't want that to be his undoing.

The guilty conscience gnawed at me incessantly and if I had accepted, it would only be worse. But he was a pogue and worse, JJ's best friend.

Drunk, I saw that more clearly now than I did sober.

"It's okay. I'll just look for Sarah."

He seemed to have already expected the answer and nodded. Once he was sure I was back on my feet, he let go of me and buried his hands in his pants pockets.

Then he gave me a curt nod and turned around.

Before I could suppress it, the words snaked up my throat and slipped away:

"John B?"

Questioningly, he turned around again.

That's when I regained control of my voice and pushed back the words I really wanted to say.

"Nevermind."

Somewhat confused, he furrowed his eyebrows, then shrugged and continued on his way.

I almost trailed behind him, but Rafe was at my side again, pulling me into his arms. The glazed gleam in his eyes made it clear that he was drunk, too.

"There you are. Come with me. I want to show you something."

He took my hand and that's when the alcohol blew away any doubts. Tonight I was going to have fun and I was going to get it no matter what.

Rafe pulled me along behind him and I had to watch exactly where I stepped so I wouldn't fall over.

Finally we reached one of the caves and he led me inside. I gazed in amazement at the huge cavity in the stone. We were completely alone and the torches cast flickering shadows on the walls.

If I were alone, I would certainly have been creeped out by it.

"Why are you showing me this?", I asked, although I already knew the answer.

"I wanted to finally be alone with you for once."

"We were together all last week," I laughed, panting as he pulled me against him by the waist.

"That's not nearly enough for me, though."

Greedily, he pressed his lips to mine. Automatically, I intertwined my hands in his neck and returned the kiss. Again I listened deep inside, but except for the rush of my blood in my ears, I heard nothing.

His hands roamed over my sides and didn't seem close enough. He pushed me back a few steps until we slid to the floor, which was a blessing for my feet. As we kissed, he pushed my legs apart and placed himself between them. The ground here in the cave was firmer, but just as sandy.

However, it was much colder, but I doubted that was the reason a shiver ran down my spine.

His hands roamed over my body with a force that made me freeze and slipped under my skirt. Each touch filled my lungs even more with discomfort and I feared suffocating under him.

Stormily he worked his way further and further, taking no notice of my hesitant reaction. It was as if he was in a hurry and had to work off a task.

More and more he lost control and I tried to ward off his hands inconspicuously, but he did not give up. He pushed up my skirt and set about undoing my bikini bottoms.

I told myself that this was the right thing to do.

Rafe was the one. After all, I had slept with others I hadn't even known before.

But everything inside me screamed for escape. I wanted to get as far away from him as I could, and now I couldn't fool myself.

"Rafe," I gasped, overwhelmed, trying to get his attention. But he was too focused on my body and when he reached for his belt, I pushed him roughly away from me.

"Rafe! What are you doing?"

My voice was much more confident than I felt. Nothing about any of this felt right, and the carefree nature of it couldn't even be fooled by the alcohol.

"What does it look like?"

Rafe let out a throaty laugh, which gave me goosebumps. He looked down at me as if I were a piece of meat in the counter he had chosen.

"Oh, no. Absolutely not."

Awkwardly, I crawled out from under him and pulled my skirt back down.

"Why not? I thought you were up for it, too."

Accusingly, his eyes pierced me and he knelt before me.

"Not at the summer festival, and certainly not in a cold cave where someone could walk in at any time."

The actual discomfort in my chest and goosebumps told a different story, but Rafe was upset enough. The cruel gleam that had already been in his eyes during the fight with JJ frightened me.

We stood up almost simultaneously and he made no move to let me pass.

"Is this going to go on forever now?"

His voice was suddenly strangely occupied and there was such a coldness in his eyes that the temperature in the cave dropped a few degrees.

"What do you mean?"

My voice slowly became sharper as his strange manner drove anger into my veins. Like a predator slowly got to his prey, he cornered me.

"You won't let me have it. I know you're not saving yourself for marriage, so why do you keep turning me on only to end up not sleeping with me after all?" he asked, sounding almost mocking. The subtle insult did not pass me by.

Gradually my head burst.

Yes, I often flirtet, even slept with guys, but never had I felt so uncomfortable. It was only recently that I couldn’t even imagine me with someone and I didn't understand the reason myself.

"Rafe, I said I'd give you a chance. Not that I'd fuck you the minute you asked me to. Jesus, we've only been together for a week!", I snapped at him, my hands falling to my hips in offense.

My suspicions that he was basically only after the physical were confirmed more and more. That's why I had never given him what he wanted. Surely he would look for the distance afterwards satisfied and I would have been the stupid one which could be taken advantage of.

"That’s bullshit and you know it! You don't have to sleep with me at all but you act like you’re disgusted by me. Sky I haven't even seen you naked yet. Everyone knows you're not that prudish!"

Venomously, he took a step towards me and the threatening undertone made me sweat.

"What are you trying to say?" my eyes narrowed in warning.

"I know Maybank was in the sauna with you," he hissed accusingly.

"So what? I wanted to tease him a little. Didn't work anyway. We can barely breathe the same air without getting at each other's throats. Do you really think anything could happen there?"

In fact, he seemed to realize that JJ sounded ridiculous, and it did. But it seemed to bother him big time that Maybank had seen me naked and he just couldn’t.

We hated each other and the whole island knew it. So why did it feel like I had to justify myself because of him?

"You slept with half the island, but you suddenly want to play nun with me?" he snapped at me, gnashing his teeth like a wild animal.

An indignant gasp mingled with my incredulous laughter.

Every now and then I had my fun with tourists, but so did everyone on the island. The fact that he made me out to be a slut only made things worse.

"Are you saying because others have seen me naked, you have a special right to it? Like I'm a racehorse or a pretty accessory you bought to have fun with?", I hissed, getting angrier the longer I stared into his accusing face.

Was he so arrogant that he actually blamed me?

The world spun around me and I had to concentrate to form grammatically correct sentences.

"No, because you're my girlfriend!" he yelled back and our voices echoed off the walls like ghosts and were carried inside the cave.

"Then show me the respect I deserve and give me the time I need! And stop pushing me!", I shot back, feeling the nausea rising inside me.

"Otherwise you won't have a girlfriend soon!", I was still hissing and pushed him hard away from me so I could get past him.

Angrily, I gave my skirt a quick tug and pushed past him roughly.

"Where are you going?"

"Do I have to write you a report on that too or what?", I snapped at him and hurried out of the cave on shaky feet.

"I need some fresh air!", I was still shouting into the cave and would have loved to hit the first tree I saw. But the world was swaying too much and I was glad to be walking upright at all.

The anger was a thick knot in my stomach and I could hardly think properly, it hurt so much. Why couldn't I just muster up feelings for Rafe? Then all of this would be so much easier. Most of the other girls on Kildare would happily take my place and I could barely force myself to kiss him.

Back at the party, I made my way straight to the bar. Now I definitely needed something harder to drink.

The mood was getting more and more boisterous. Everywhere young people were dancing or making out on some benches. The only thing I wanted now was the heady feeling of carelessness that I only got from a Mai Tai. Already, doubt was gnawing at me and the need to apologize to Rafe was making itself known. This stupid relationship had to work somehow.

"Trouble in paradise?"

With an annoyed sigh, I turned to the person standing next to me at the bar. JJ was waiting for his drink as well, eyeing me out of those way too blue eyes. Now I also saw the gold paint that had been spread over his torso and cheekbones with a rough brush. His abs sparkled in the dim light from the LEDs of the makeshift bar.

"Nothing that would concern you."

Sighing, I tugged at my top, hoping the boy with the red hair behind the bar would hurry up with my drink. Now that I had ordered, I couldn't just leave either.

JJ leaned one arm against the set up pallet that served as a counter. His eyes traveled up and down my body as if he were reading me like a newspaper. He had pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head and his hair looked like a storm had swept through it.

"If Rafe strangles me just for talking to you, it's kind of my business huh?"

His gaze was fixed on something behind me, so I risked a glance over my shoulder as well. Rafe was standing there with Kelce and a couple of Kooks. When our gazes crossed, he chugged his entire cup and if looks could kill, JJ and I would probably have equally collapsed in the sand.

"He's mad at me," I set the record straight, trying to avoid JJ's probing gaze.

That's when the redhead, I think his name was Adrian, placed an orange drink in front of JJ's nose with a small cherry on the rim of the glass.

A Sex on the Beach. Probably just so he could make stupid remarks about it. JJ raised his eyebrows in disbelief and closed a hand around the glass.

"What did you do?"

Amused, he tapped his fingers on the counter and the alcohol made my tongue go all light. I would have rather heard a weird joke about the drink.

"I don't want to fuck him in a stupid cave and it bothers little Lord Cameron because he usually gets what he wants.“

The words came out more bitter than intended and even if JJ was surprised at my outburst, he didn't let on. Either I should stop drinking or stay away from Maybank. The combination was definitely not good.

When was this idiot going to come up with my drink?

Impatiently, I exhaled audibly and looked back at JJ, who was looking at me silently. There was a smug grin on his lips as he did so, causing that tingle in my stomach again.

"What?", I asked in an iron voice, trying to imitate him by leaning against the bar as casually as possible.

"Nothing... You just look like an angry disco ball."

I snorted in disbelief and turned to face him fully. He was only more pleased with the look on my face and took a sip from the straw.

"Thank you... A true gentleman. Pogue manners...", I replied with a sneer and that's when my drink finally was ready.

JJ laughed and the sound made my heart leap.

Now I felt stupid. I had overreacted in the cave. Maybe I should just apologize to Rafe and hope that ended things for now.

"I have a thing for disco balls. Especially when they're this pretty."

The comment turned me into a column. It took me a few seconds to realize that he had said something halfway nice to me.

The Summer party was really something.

"Are you flirting with me right now, Maybank?", I asked with genuine interest, unable to stop the corners of my mouth from lifting in amusement.

He tilted his head a little and shrugged his shoulders as if he'd never said that. The light of the torches danced across his cheeks and I had to stare at his lips for a moment.

"I don't know... Does it work?"

My stomach rumbled and I pressed my lips together, hoping he didn't see the sudden glow on my cheeks. I quickly drank several large gulps from the Mai Tai.

"I'm still with Rafe, and if we were sober, you wouldn't dare saying anything nice to me."

JJ looked me in the eye and I had to swallow as I leaned in close and swiped the cherry from his drink.

"So you better forget about it! For both our sakes. I‘ll definitely do to safe your reputation," I muttered warningly, noticing how his eyes moved to my lips.

Then I popped the cherry into my mouth and heart pounding, went back to where I had seen Rafe earlier. It almost hurt to force myself to not look back.

But Rafe was gone. Questioning, I turned to Kelce, who was talking to a blonde. He had to be completely drunk or he would have noticed the cold shoulder she was giving him.

"Hey. Where did Rafe go?", I asked him.

Disoriented, he turned to me and that's when a light seemed to dawn on him.

"He was all over it! Bought us a round of coke."

Of course... Rafe fell for the drug at every opportunity and especially when he had trouble to deal with.

"Where did he go?", I asked emphatically.

"He went down the beach with some girl."

I stared at him in disbelief, but he seemed completely unfazed, due to the drug preventing him from thinking clearly.

Rafe wouldn't do that. Not shortly after we had argued.

Still, there were those doubts, pulling me into a vortex. Absently, I pressed my half-empty glass into Kelce's hand as I passed and walked down the beach.

I had to make sure I was wrong. Surely Rafe cared about all of this? He couldn't just be out to sleep with me. He wasn't like that. We knew each for forever. My feelings meant something to him right?

At the cave entrance, I took a deep breath as if I were diving underwater and ran the same way he had shown me.

Probably I was making it way bigger than it all was.

Then, as I stared at his broad shoulders, bent over a slender girl, I could think of nothing. The blonde's legs were wrapped around his hips as he moved them in a repetitive rhythm.

Stunned, I shook my head and anger seized me like a tornado. It swept through me and I finally realized the obvious as I stared at his back.

Rafe had never been interested in me. He'd only ever wanted to take what I stood for. Wanted to get rich off of my influence, my status and then let me fall. Fuck the famous girl and get the recognition for it. Be celebrated for getting the Kook Princess. And if he didn’t get what he wants, he just takes it from somewhere else.

I had to bite my tongue hard to keep from screaming all those insults at him that were swirling around in my head.

"You never cared about me, did you?", I finally broke my silence.

My voice was firm and I didn't feel like crying. Not now. Not in front of him.

I just felt used and humiliated. However, neither sad nor disappointed. Part of me had already expected it, and a tiny part was even relieved that I now had a reason to get rid of him.

Rafe's head flew back and he stared at me from dilated pupils.

"Fuck," he groaned and jumped up. The girl squealed in fright and they both scattered like wild chickens.

"You really are the worst, Rafe," I hurled hatefully at him, not wanting to hear his excuses and apologies.

He tried to get to me, but I took a few steps backward.

"Sky, please! Don’t go! I can explain... Shit..."

His voice alone made me feel sick and if I had turned around one more time, I probably would have thrown up.

Without a word, I ran as fast as I could out of the cave and out into the darkness.

Anger seethed in every vein I had. I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me. Wanted to take revenge on him until he begged me for forgiveness.

The world around me spun faster and faster as I lost my bearings and didn't know where I was running.

It hurt to be betrayed, but it hurt even more that I had really hoped that this would have worked out between us. It was stupid. Every day I felt more disconnected from the person I was before. From the person everyone wanted me to be.

But Rafe was inconsiderate and probably not even capable of truly loving. The boy I had known just a few years ago no longer existed. Now he was a thug and a rich asshole, just like his father. Just like my Stepfather.

On the other hand, I had always known it somewhere.

A scream tore free from my throat as I tumbled over a root and slammed lengthwise onto the ground. The attempt to catch myself failed miserably, as I could barely judge distances correctly, so I hit my head against something hard.

The only positive thing about my condition was that I hardly noticed the pain. Lights flashed briefly behind my eyelids through the darkness, then I heard a rustling in the bushes.

"Oh shit!"

Someone jumped up from behind the tree I had fallen against. I must have run to the edge of the forest.

"Sky?" an occupied voice slurred, staring at me through the colored lights of the lamps above us.

"Kiara?", I asked in pain, rubbing the spot on my head where I had hit the hard log.

The dark-haired one climbed over the root and awkwardly tried to help me to my feet. Judging by her coordination, she was also completely drunk.

"Come on. I'll help you."

Annoyed, I slipped off my high heels and had to grin when I saw that she wasn't wearing any anymore either.

"Did you just hear that fight with Rafe?", I asked, interrupted by a hiccup.

Kiara was hardly in better shape than I was. Her hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head and she was holding on powerlessly to the tree I was also clutching.

Her gaze was glazed and she could barely focus on my face.

"Yeah, most of it."

Sighing, I slid down the tree and Kiara sat down next to me as well, her back pressed against the tree.

"Rafe's an asshole," she muttered, and I opened my eyes. Dazed, I hadn't noticed that I had closed them. A bitter laugh escaped me and I couldn't contradict her there.

Then the nausea returned and while I was still wondering if I had a concussion, I bent over and threw up in the next bush.

Kiara reacted immediately and held my hair back and patted my back. Sighing, I fell back into place by the tree and gratefully accepted the bottle of water she handed me out of nowhere. So she was here since quiet a while.

The bark felt rough against my back, but I couldn't muster the strength to move. While I washed out my mouth and drank a few sips, Kiara looked at the spot on my head where I had slammed into the tree.

"That's going to bruise, but other than that, it's all good," she murmured, sitting back down next to me.

Silently, I handed her the water bottle, which she gratefully accepted.

"What are you doing out here anyway?", I asked, patting the sand off my clothes. The party was a few miles down the beach. So what was she doing here at the edge of the forest by a cave?

"To be honest, I was just puking my guts out too. Never mix gin and tequila! I feel like shit."

Quietly I laughed and she joined in. The strength was gradually returning to my body now that all the alcohol was gone from my stomach.

"Noted. Now I really should thank you," I muttered, turning my head to look at her.

"For what?"

"You saved my life for the second time now."

"Oh yeah?" she screwed up her face in amazement, balancing the bottle on her knee.

"You treated my injuries."

Now she seemed to remember again and opened her mouth enlightened.

"Ahh, the jellyfish!" she exclaimed, as if she shouldn't have forgotten.

"That's right. The Russian galleys."

She snorted then, and I could only look at her in wonder.

"Portuguese galleys, but glad you remembered," she laughed and I was infected right away.

Never would I have thought that one day I would be grateful for lying drunk under a tree with Kiara. But right now, I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.

"So the Rafe thing is over?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Part of me is actually relieved that it worked out that way. That way I didn't have to break his heart."

Kiara exhaled audibly.

"I don't think he has a heart."

"Sure he does. Way down deep behind all the testosterone and.... and"

"The horrible polo shirts," she added with a grin. Now it was me who laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, they're really ugly," I sighed, grateful that it was Kiara who had found me.

We stayed for quite a while, clucking like chickens about the jellyfish incident, giggling, pushing each other and waiting until we felt better. I was glad to be distracted from the whole Rafe issue.

In general, I was tired of being so serious.

"Why don't you come join the group? It'll be fun," she suggested as we both shimmied up the tree and groped in the bushes for our shoes.

"Sure. Why not."

This time, I didn't turn down the invitation. Tonight we had a once in a lifetime chance to have fun together and I was going to take it.

Barefoot and with our shoes in our hands, we walked back and spotted a large group by one of the campfires.

© Yuna542 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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New Neighbor - Fiona Gallagher x Reader

Request: hi!! can i request a fiona x female reader? something where the reader is a neighbor and eventually starts dating fiona? thank you!! requested by anonymous Word count: 1,9k+ Pairing: Fiona Gallagher x Female! Reader Warnings: usual shameless themes, maybe swearing, kinda enemies to lovers trope

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The first time you met Fiona Gallagher, she was pretty hostile towards you. The word “hostile” wasn’t nearly enough to describe the way she looked at you. You didn’t have the slightest idea why your mere existence in the same neighborhood was such an inconvenience for her, but the way she treated you was getting on your nerves. 

You had been living in Chicago for a few weeks and liked it well enough. The house you inherited after your grandfather wasn’t particularly large, but it was more than enough for you. And it had all the amenities you could ever ask for. The rooms didn’t need to be thoroughly cleaned, bathrooms didn’t have to be scrubbed to look half decent, and windows didn’t need to be replaced. Everything was just right. 

You wished your relationship with the neighbors was just as right as the house was. But things weren’t going too well between you and Fiona Gallagher. In fact, if you were being honest with yourself, you were starting to resent her. 

You thought bitterly about Fiona’s frown from yesterday morning when you accidentally bumped into her on the sidewalk. You didn’t understand her hatred at all. 

Her siblings seemed to like you or at least tolerate you. You were always nice to them, and you didn’t treat them like you were better. Both of your families were stuck in the Southside with no means to move anywhere nicer. The least you could do is give each other a friendly smile from time to time and lend a helping hand when it was needed.

Walking through the front door, you sighed and tossed your keys on the table before flopping onto one of the kitchen chairs. You let yourself rest for a while, too exhausted after your night shift at the bar to do anything productive. You didn’t even want to think about all the other tasks that awaited you. 

Not even twenty minutes later, you heard knocking. You got up reluctantly and went over to open the front door. It was probably the neighbors’ kids playing a prank at the cost of your peace and quiet. 

But when you opened the door, your breath hitched. Standing there, smiling brightly at you, was Fiona Gallagher. 

Her happy face and cheerful voice were something you didn’t expect at all. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a casual plaid shirt and some faded jeans. Even when looking so day-to-day, you had to admit she looked stunning. You slapped yourself mentally for letting that thought enter your head. 

Before she could say anything, you stuttered out a greeting and reluctantly stepped aside to let her in.

As soon as Fiona entered the living room, walking past the adjacent kitchen, you closed the door behind her and followed, leaning against the wall beside her. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed how close you were to her.

She cleared her throat and played with the hem of her shirt nervously. “You look tired,” she noticed. 

You shrugged and tried to play it cool, but inside, you were fuming. “Yeah, I guess I am. I work a lot.”

The brunette nodded and took a seat in one of the armchairs. “I’m sure you’re busy,” the woman said, guilt evident in her voice. Then a second later, she added awkwardly, “Maybe I should just go—” 

“No!” Your voice came out louder than intended. You mentally winced at yourself. You weren’t used to her being so nice to you. Embarrassed, you sat down on the couch nearby and rubbed your neck. “I mean... You can stay,” you offered tentatively. “Tell me what you came here for.”

She smiled warmly at you again and nodded. “Alright then.” Her eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid yours at all costs. You were pretty sure she was trying to find a way to ask you for something without sounding like a horrible person.

The silence stretched a little too long for your comfort, and you shifted in your seat, catching her attention. “So,” you began cautiously. “What brings you here?”

“Oh,” Fiona glanced away from you and chuckled slightly at her own awkwardness. “Right…” She paused for a moment before sighing deeply. “Lip told me you were a mechanic before you started working at Kevin’s bar.”

The way she said it made you feel a little nervous. Lip must have really needed you to help out if he couldn’t fix the issue himself. Or maybe he just wanted to force Fiona to interact with you like a normal person. 

“Yeah… Yeah, that’s me.” You quickly understood that she was only here because she needed a favor.  

Fiona stared at you for a moment, studying your face, trying to read what you were thinking.

“I know you probably don’t want to have anything to do with me and you definitely have no desire to help me with anything,” she finally blurted out. “I just... I really need your help.”

You frowned at her crossing your arms over your chest. “Why wouldn’t I want to help you?” you asked, baiting her.

“Because I’m a bitch.” She sounded honest and regretful of her former attitude toward you. You were surprised. 

“You’re not a bitch, Fiona.” You rolled your eyes at her, trying to stay nice even though she didn’t treat you even remotely pleasant before. “You’re just… You’re not the friendliest person around.”

Fiona shook her head. “I think I’m a bitch for doing nothing but getting pissed every day at you because Kevin gave you my job at the bar even though I knew you needed it more than I. I think I’m a bitch because I’ve spent so much time pretending that you’re this horrible horrible person when in fact you were always a sweetheart.” She gave you a sad smile. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that. I’m sorry.”

“Shit, alright.” You blinked a couple of times, still not believing your own ears. It was definitely a pleasant surprise. “It’s all forgiven and forgotten. Now, what do you need me to do?”

“Help me fix that shitty ass car, maybe. Just so I can get to work in time for my shift and not get fired, please,” she asked, looking at you with begging eyes. 

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “Okay, fine. Let’s see what we can do.”

Fiona grinned widely at you, and you couldn’t help but return the gesture. You felt your cheeks getting warmer. You didn’t know anyone’s smile could be so breathtaking.

The next thing you knew, you were standing outside of Gallagher’s house, sleeves rolled up above your elbows, a grease rag in one hand, and your cheeks smudged black as you worked on the engine of her car. Your hair fell in front of your face every now and then, so you tucked it away with your fingers.

It was hot and humid, and everything smelled like gasoline. For a second, you wondered what you were doing here, but the feeling of satisfaction you felt knowing that Fiona’s car was almost fixed and that she could now drive it again pushed away any thought of leaving. Besides, you figured you wouldn’t mind spending another hour in her company.

“Hey, thanks so much for helping me,” Fiona said after a while. 

You didn’t reply but sent an awkward smile her way as you just kept working. You didn’t know how to act around her yet. Gossiping about the neighborhood and small talk came easily, but when she tried to ask about your family and deeper things, you couldn’t help but avoid responding.

She was silent for a few more minutes until she spoke again, “Lip told me you’re leaving Chicago soon.”

“Yeah, by the end of the month,” you replied without taking your eyes off your work to study her reaction. “I’m going back to California for my friend’s wedding and I have some shit to take care of while I’m there. Not really sure how long it’ll take me.”

“I’ll miss seeing you around.” Her voice sounded sincere, but you still didn’t buy her words.

You snorted slightly at that. “Doubt it. We’re hardly friends,” you pointed out. “You hated me like an hour ago.”

Fiona raised an eyebrow at you challengingly. “Maybe I’m changing my mind about that.”

“I’ll let you prove it to me,” you snorted, wiping your hands on your jeans. “I think it’s done.” You nodded at the car. 

The brunette smiled widely, jumping into the car and trying the engine. The car spluttered for a moment before changing into a steady hum. 

“It works!”

When you came back from California, you felt relaxed and ready to take on everything and everyone that the world decided to throw at you. Not only has the state of your mind improved, but so did your relationship with Fiona.

She kept texting you through the few weeks you spent out of Chicago. You didn’t remember giving her your number, but you guessed that Kevin or Lip gave it to her.

You texted her back whenever you could. Her messages were full of random ramblings and questions about your trip. At some point, you found yourself looking forward to her texts, glancing at your phone every few minutes. Fiona gained your trust and friendship quicker than you expected.

What you also didn’t expect was to see her the moment you parked your car in the driveway. But here she was, sitting on the wooden steps of your house, smiling brightly. Her hair was down in soft waves that framed her face perfectly. The kohl under her beautiful brown eyes made them stand out against her pale skin. You couldn’t help but stare at her through the side window, amazed.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, neighbor!” she called out, jumping to her feet when you got out of the car to greet her.

“If I knew you’d be waiting for me, I’d probably get a speeding ticket along the way.” You grinned at her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The road back was neither the shortest nor the most pleasant, and you were worried you looked like you hadn’t slept in days.

Fiona walked up to you quickly before throwing her arms around your waist, which made you gasp in surprise. You reluctantly returned the embrace, burying your face in the crook of her neck. You let yourself get enveloped by her smell—the smell of cigarettes and coffee with a tint of sweet perfume—for some reason, it was just intoxicating.

“Did you miss me that much?” you whispered against her, feeling her shudder at the sensation of your breath washing over her heated skin. 

“I’m proving I like you, just like you said.” Fiona pulled away to look you in the eyes. She spent a few minutes studying your face longingly. “Go on a date with me?”

You smiled brightly. “So I take it that you like women just as much as I do?”

“I definitely like you like that.” 

The brunette leaned in, brushing her lips against yours, waiting for your reaction. She partially thought you’d pull away and reject her after how she treated you before, but to her and your surprise, you didn’t. You tangled your fingers in her hair and pulled her closer, sealing your lips together in a rough kiss.

“I think I like you like that too,” you mumbled out against her lips.

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[marvelling-at-marvel-blog]

I find Trevor from shameless the most frustrating characther.

When he first introduced, I really liked him, the way he could really help Ian explore life outside of his southside world and more of the LGBT world was interesting. And I love the actor who plays him, but his character just did not work, and I know why. It was bad writing. (Also, I have to admit I didn't feel the chemistry between the actors, even if they were both playing their roles well.)

Now, first off, I think that Shameless really dropped the ball in writing new characters after season 5 or 6. Especially love interests. In the early seasons, all the Gallagher's interests were people outside of their relationship with a Gallagher. Love or hate them. I could tell you plenty about them, and they interacted and had storylines outside of their love interest.

I mean, think of Karen, Jimmy, Mandy, Shelia, Mickey and even Svetlana.l. They were all interesting outside of just being a love interest, and they all had personality and backgrounds. I really think Shameless lost that in their later seasons writing.

See Kelly, Trevor, Tammi, Caleb, Ford and Cassidy for example. It felt like they purely existed to only further thier LIs storyline. Even the writing of Mickey, when he returned as a main character, wasn't as in-depth as it was in either early seasons.l and just seemed to be more to drive storyline and comedy than in-charachter for him

So, back to Trevor. I wanted to like him, and I did for his first few episodes, but his writing frustrates me so complelty. I think as a person who also works in social services, his actions and contradictions make no sense. So in the episode that Mickey comes back when Ian goes to see him, he is really busy because his trying to place a kid. And when he thinks if he can't, he says he may have to just let them crash on his couch. Which pinged me as completely inappropriate as a social services worker as you can never have a child just say on your couch like that as you are crossing so many professional boundaries and as he rightfullylayer says can give the wrond ide. But in S8, when Ian has that girl stay over, he (rightfully) tells Ian that is completely inappropriate and then gets really mad at him for it, which just made him annoyingly hypocritical.

He is apparently working with at risk youth and abused kids, yet he tells Ian that Monica is trying and to give her another chance as Ian is being unfair to her, that he is being to hard in her. Crazy. I could not think of a single person in this job who would have that attitude towards neglectful or problematic parents. Because anyone in this job would know setting boundaries is healthy and that anyones trauma is thiers to feel how they feel about. Same with the way he treats Ian's grief after losing Monica. When he takes him to the place with the chubby guys, they lost me completely.

Then we have the idea that Ian was clearly sprialing later in S8 and going off his meds, but Trevor seems unaware even though anyone could see it let alone someone with any kind of training.

His writing is just so bad and seems literally to be only to serve Ian's storyline and screw his character development outside of that. Especially in S8. Then he doesn't even appear at Ian's court preceding and just disappears

I think he could have been good for Ian. And I think with the lack of chemistry I felt between them maybe they should have just been friends after the whole cheating thing. And maybe it's the fact that Cameron's chemistry is off the charts with Noel that made it really feel like he had none with Caleb or Trevor but that doesn't make up for bad writing. I get that writing a new post-Mickey love interest is hard after how much fans love him, but the writers can only blame themselves for that too as the never wrote a good ending storyline for a loved charcther they though was leaving for good at end of S5.

Shameless really lost a lot for me when they stopped writing their supporting character as interesting people outside of their relationship.

Trevor is my example charcther of that. That actor deserved better.

[cringengl]

I know that it's a fairly popular opinion that the reason that Ian badmouths Mickey in s6-7 is mostly because the writers wanted us to dislike Mickey and be glad that he was supposed to be permanently gone from the show. However, while I do think this is partially true, I also think that it is veryyyy much in character that Ian says those things and that even if the writers fully planned on having Mickey back in those later seasons, he still would have said what he said.

It basically comes down to the main difference between the Gallaghers and the Milkovichs. The Gallaghers want to escape the southside (at least Fiona down to Liam do), while the Milkovich have claimed it as a part of their identity. They embrace it and are proud to show it off, including Mickey, and even Mandy believes that she will never do any better in life. Because of this, the Gallaghers, who are cocky, look down on the Milkovichs for not wanting to get out of the Southside and see them as more white trash than they are. Ian goes into his relationship with Mickey with this ideology. He's young and wants a boyfriend, and Mickey is hot and gay, so why not?

The problem comes when Ian gets diagnosed. You can see it in 5x10 when Ian calls Mickey the "shit-talking, bitch-slapping piece of Southside trash I fell for" and during that one deleted scene of Ian's dream where he and Mickey are dressed in white and holding Yevgeny. Ian doesn't want to stay in the Southside forever and his dream involves a 'perfect' Mickey, one that wants to hold Yevgeny and have a house together and doesn't cut the sleeves off of his shirts. Mickey didn't initially believe that Ian was bipolar and ignored Fiona and Lip's advice to take him to a hospital to get seen, he's white trash that is happy to scam people with his brothers for the rest of his life. Ian doesn't want that, he wants to have a successful career, live in the suburbs, and grow tomatoes.

After breaking up with Mickey, he's convinced that Mickey would not help with his recovery and mental health. Fiona and Lip certainly think that, plus how is he going to get a good job and recover if his boyfriend is literally in prison and could easily go back?

The problem with that is that Ian is in love with Mickey. Mickey isn't just a shit-talking, bitch-slapping piece of Southside trash, he's the shit-talking, bitch-slapping piece of Southside trash that Ian fell for. Not only that, but the deleted scene of the dream reveals that he genuinely believes in a future with Mickey, and recognises that Mickey is a gentle, loving person, who would make a great dad despite his shitty role model.

These two conflicting ideas are constantly clashing in Ian's head, 'Mickey is bad for me' 'But I love him' 'I don't think I can be where I want to be in life with him' 'I don't want to be without him'. And so, in order to reassure himself, partially through getting other people to agree with him, Ian badmouths Mickey, bringing up the worst of their relationship to convince himself that Caleb and then Trevor is right for him, and a sign that Ian is going to stop being white trash and get out of the Southside, while Mickey would only make him stay.

It's only when Ian realises in s9 that the only person that has made sure that Ian is stuck in the Southside is Ian himself, that he goes, fuck it, I love Mickey and he is a good partner for me.

wow this got super long sorry about that- if u did manage to read this all the way through i'd love to hear your thoughts on whether ian being rude about mickey was in character or not!!

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Black Lightning #5 by Brandon Thomas and Fico Ossio. Variant cover by (1) Tom Raney. Main cover (2) by Ossio. Out in March 2025.

"Black Lightning and Lightning have fallen in battle as they are ambushed during their fight against Volcana and her Masters of Disaster. Desperate to help her father and sister, Anissa Pierce breaks free from captivity in the Justice League Watchtower thanks to the help of Grace Choi! It’s all been leading to this fateful confrontation in the streets of Southside Metropolis as the Pierce family comes together to fight for each other and their community. When the dust settles, Jefferson Pierce is approached by none other than Josiah Power of the Power Company, who seeks to recruit Black Lightning to face a growing threat lurking in the shadows of the DCU!"

[mynameismanze-blog]

A/n: Hi, I just wanted to say that watching the movie The Craft is beneficial to reading this. Just so you can have an understanding and see a gorgeous face! You don't have to but if you want to you can watch it on Tubi for free. Enjoy.

Word count: 4,539

Warnings: Smut, BJ, unprotected P in V, Kissing, insults towards people, a little bit of degrading.

The Ultimate Sin

It was my first day in school. I didn't have my uniform so I stuck out like a sore thumb. St. Benedict Academy is a catholic school for boys and girls. It was that or a Southside public school and my dad wanted me to get the best education while being a good daughter.

Great.

I walk up the steps and then head inside the school. I was first greeted by two boys running around like fools and they almost made me drop my books. I scoff and then I roll my eyes.

I head to the front office to get my schedule and I ask for the layout of the school. For the most part it was confusing but I'm a smart girl, I'll know my way around eventually. 

Making my way to my first class was French. I decided to take this course because I love the language. It's absolutely beautiful even though I've never been to Paris. Hopefully one day I'll go.

I sit in the back when I arrive and I take out my notebook. Bored out of my mind I just start to doodle while the teacher writes something on the chalkboard. Gently tapping my pencil and looking around. Finally my eyes land on someone and he's absolutely gorgeous. We lock eyes together and I look in his eyes for way too long. I tear my gaze away and I brush some hair back behind my ear. Hopefully he doesn't have the guts to come up to me and ask what was that about. 

The lesson starts and I focus on the new French sentences I'm learning. From the corner of my eye I can see the guy I locked eyes with glance at me from time to time. He tries to make it subtle but it's like he doesn't know how? Or doesn't want to?

When class ends I pack my things up and I make my way to the main hallway. I look through my schedule and I keep walking down the hallway.

“Hey.” The handsome guy says coming from behind me. He finally caught up and smiles at me. “My name is Chris. What's your name?” I look over at him and I say, “Y/n”

Chris nods and puts a charming smile on. “So I've never seen you here before. You must be new.” Chris sees my schedule and he gently takes it. He looks through it and he raises his brows. “You're in the AP classes. You must be pretty smart huh?” Chris says with a smirk and a little bit of a flirty tone as he steps near me. “Would you like to go hang out this Saturday? We can go to the amusement park and… ride.” I shake my head and chuckle to myself. 

“You're real smooth you know that?” Chris rolls his eyes and a smile forms slowly. He playfully nudges me and then he grins. “Come on. I would really look forward to take you out.” I think for a moment and I look away for a bit contemplating my decision. “Fine I'll go out with you on Saturday but if you try anything, I swear.” Chris chuckles and he steps closer to me and my breath hitches softly. He's very handsome and I would be lying if he wasn't making me weak in the knees. 

“I won't I promise. Unless you want to. So I'll see you then?” I nod and he walks away but his gaze never leaves me. Brushing some hair behind my ear, and I smile at him.

Chris dissappears down the hallway and then suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and it's a short girl with a mean mug look. “Hi?” I say confused. “Don't do it.”

“What?” I say confused and I furrow my brows.

“Dont go out with Chris.” The girl was wearing all black except her button up shirt. I raise a brow at her and I look at the both of her friends. “I'm Bonnie, this is Nancy and Rochelle. Chris used to date Nancy.” 

Nancy steps forward and she's face to face with me. “He's a jerk. Trust me.” I shift my gaze to Chris, he's running along the field and he catches the football effortlessly. He noticed me and then he flashes a wink my way. The wink sends a shiver down my spine and I exhale heavily. Looking away Nancy meets my gaze and she says “Let's go shopping.”

I don't know what made me want to but I was pulled to go with them. They seemed harmless and honestly I didn't have any friends. Pitiful, I know but it was the truth. We arrive to the metaphysical store and when I step inside I was greeted with incense that filled the air. To the right was a woman draped in long and baggy two piece. She smiles at me while doing candle magic.

I look around and there's white sage, crystals and a few decks of oracle cards. The place was mainly filled with books on invoking the spirit or how to do witchcraft. I normally wasn't into all of this. Well more like I don't know how to do it.

After the girls did their five finger discount I decided to head to the books area. They told me they would be waiting outside because Nancy wanted to smoke a cigarette. I nod gently towards them and look through the books. I was looking for something particular. Yes! I found it. 

I grab the book and I look through the index of it.

Love spell page number 111.

Flipping through the page I read it and it's a seance that I need to have. I read the details and the store owner comes up to me. “Did you need help with a spell?” I quickly close the book and I meet her gaze. “Uhh. How much is this book? I want to buy it.” The store owner looks at me with a raised brow. “Fifteen dollars.” I politely hand her the money, she gives me my change then I make my way to the front of the store. 

“A spell book huh? What spells are you thinking about doing?” Bonnie asks me, while she takes a peek at the book. I stammer at first. “I'm not sure if I want to say.” The girls surround me and then finally after a few awkward seconds Nancy pipes up. “You're thinking about doing a love spell huh?” I step away and I lean against the wall. Exhaling heavily, my mind goes to Chris and I take a moment to gather my thoughts. “I'm not even sure I want to do that. Okay? I just want to get to know him and hopefully he can change or maybe I can change him.” 

Nancy steps forward and she maintains eye contact with me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I didn't know how to answer that. Deciding to see them another time and I wanted to get some time to myself. 

2 days pass

I was on a rooftop with Chris we hung out after school. Laughing and sharing childhood stories together. I playfully nudge Chris with my shoulder, then I look down at my hands that are resting on my lap. 

“You know, you're very beautiful. How come you don't have a boyfriend?” 

I snicker at the question and I smile while shaking my head. “That's a very upfront question, I'll give you that but why are you asking?” My eyes meet with his and there's a sparkle in them. Something I can't quite place but I've definitely seen before at least once. “Well I think a beautiful girl like you deserves someone great and definitely charming. I think that I could be the guy for you.” Chris smiles and he gently places his hand on top of mine. His thumb runs circles on it and Chris slowly leans in. 

Our lips are millimeters away from each other and I look in his eyes once again. “I can get lost in those eyes of yours Chris.” He smiles lightly and Chris gently places his soft lips on mine. As we kiss gently and softly I can feel my cheeks flush and then there were footsteps behind us. 

“See you two love birds later!” Chris’ friend says with a smirk. I gently pull away and I look down a little caught off gaurd. Chris turns to me and he pushes some hair behind my ear. “Do you want to get out of here? I promise that I'll try to be good.” I look at him skeptical and he smirks a little, he tries to hide it but he's failing. 

“I don't know Chris…” I say while fidgeting with my thumbnail and I look at him. “Come on. The most we'll do is makeout. I promise. I really like you and you're such a good kisser.” Chris steps close to me and he gets between my legs as they dangle over the concrete wall. He gently parts them and he cups my face with his hand and the other is placed on my knee. Chris gently cocks his head to his left and looks down at me while towering over me. 

“What do you say gorgeous?” 

With a compliment like that I mentally and quickly gave in. My breathing got shallow and he noticed my body language. I didn't have to say yes, he knew I wanted to go somewhere and car wash his mouth. I just couldn't verbally say it. Instead I just nod slowly. Chris smirks and he takes my hand, we go down the building and then we go to his car.

After a few minutes of driving around we come to a secluded dead end. Chris parks his car and he looks over me while turning it off. He chewed a piece of gum while we were looking for a private place. Chris takes out the gum and I throws it away. He gently cups my cheek and then starts to kiss me gently. His tongue slips in my mouth skillfully and effortlessly. Chris pulls me in by gently grabbing the back of my neck. A few more seconds pass and he pulls away. 

“I want to go back here so we can face each other.” Chris motions to his back seat. I glare at him annoyed and skeptical, I contemplate for a moment. “We'll just kiss I promise.” Nodding gently and I point in his face. “No funny stuff.”

Chris and I get in the back of his car and it's surprisingly clean. He takes off his jacket and then climbs in the back. Chris immediately kisses me passionately and hungrily. Our eyes were both closed and his hand was gently placed on my inner thigh. I moan into the kiss and I run my fingers through his hair. Pulling away I look in Chris’ eyes I confess. 

“I love you.”

My eyes widen and I just realized what I said out loud. I swallow thickly and I look away embarrassed. “You do huh?” Chris says with a smile. He kisses my collarbone and then pecks my neck. “Would you worship me like a god baby?” Breathlessly I say, “How?”

“Let me show how you can baby.” His gaze was full of desire and longing. The adrenaline and rush was running through me like no tomorrow. I nod quickly and I lick my lips. Chris kisses me again but this time was messily, I wrap my arms around his neck. He gently lays me down and starts to unbutton his pants. “Chris do you have protection?” I ask cautiously while I prop myself with one elbow. “I might have one.” He says looking through the middle console and then checking all of his pockets. Chris seems to be a little bit frustrated and then he looks at me. “I don't have one.” 

My stomach flutters and I bite the inside my lip. “Umm.” Was all I could manage to get out because I was nervous about the next move or thing. “I can pull out.” Chris says eagerly like it was an answer to a question. “Chris I don't think that's-”

“Please y/n. Trust me okay? I know that's asking for a lot but trust me I'm not ready to have a kid. I also want to feel you as well.” Chris’ confession has me contemplating and weighing the pros and cons of this situation. With a sigh I nod gently. “If you come in me Chris. I swear.” He shakes his head quickly. “I promise.”

Chris positioned himself between me and he looks into my eyes. He lifts my skirt and then he sees my black lacy panties. With a smirk he hooks his fingers in them and takes them off in one swish motion. “You were wearing these all day?” I nod my head slowly and exhale deeply. “Such a naughty girl. I like that. Let's see how wet you are.” Chris looks down and he sees that my folds are slick and soaked in my wetness. “Oh my god baby. You are so wet for me, I absolutely love it. Ready baby?” He asks in a low but husky voice. “Yes.” I say nervously.

He softly rubs my legs and then Chris slowly inserts his length into my wet folds slowly. I exhale slowly and my walls expand just a little. “Oh baby. Fuck you're so wet for me.” Chris says bottoming out in me slowly, he looks down at the sight and then he starts to move his hips slowly. 

He looks up and into my eyes, “God you feel so damn good baby.” I moan softly and I gently wrap my legs around his waist. Chris chuckles and his pace is steady, “You know baby, doing this is only going to make me want to come inside you.” Chris grunts and then moans while picking up the pace. I quickly take my legs off his waist and then he picks up one of my legs and holds it underneath while still thrusting in me. 

“Rub your clit baby. Let me see you lose control for me.” I start to rub my clit in small and short circles. He looks down and then smirks, “Faster baby. Don't hold back.” He says and then right after he sucks in air through his teeth and his jaw clenched. Chris thrusts harder and faster into me. Our skin slaping together and moans fill the car. Rubbing my clit faster and I moan loudly while locking into his eyes. “Chris.” I moan softly and in a needy tone. “Oh fuck yeah baby. Moan my fucking name again.” Chris holds my hips in place with a firm grip and he starts to pound in me hard. “Chris! Fuck you feel so good daddy.”

“Y/n I'm coming baby!” Chris pulls out and he starts to stroke his length hard and fast. After a few strokes he comes on my stomach and paints his seed like abstract art. I look in his eyes and he chuckles lazily with half lidded eyes. “Told you I wouldn't come in you.” I exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Chris reaches in his duffle bag behind the driver seat floor and he takes out a small towel. “I don't have much but this should take the come off.” He hands me the towel and when my hand touched it the towel was pretty damp. I wipe off the come on my stomach and I make sure I get every drop.

After a few minutes Chris looks at me after putting the towel in his duffle bag. “I know you didn't come so I'm going to help you.” Chris moves the passenger seat forward and he gets on his knees. I was laying down beind the drivers seat but my feet were dangling off towards behind the passenger seat. 

He takes my left leg and opens it wide, Chris looks at me with soft eyes and shoots me a wink. Licking his lips slowly he moves his head forward and starts to kiss my inner thigh. He works his way up to my folds and then licks my slit with no hesitation. I moan softly and I bite my bottom lip to surpress the moan for a bit. Chris pulls my folds back with both hands and he starts to suck and kiss my clit. My mouth opens and I let out a satisfied moan. I run my fingers through his hair and Chris moans. His moan made me shiver and I move my hips slowly towards him. 

Chris holds my hips in place and he doubles his efforts. His tongue moving even faster and his moans are more frequent. “Chris you're so good at this.” I feel him grin against my skin and he quickly licks two fingers and slowly puts them inside me. I was taken by surprise with that move and I grip the seat underneath me. Finally he pulls away and his chin was glistening with spit. He pumps the two fingers in and out of me in a hook motion. Hitting my spot and he's smirking watching me lose control. 

“You look good from this angle baby. Are you daddy's little slut?” Chris licks his bottom lip and his teeth push down on his tongue. I was surprised with the question but I quickly nod and went along with it. He smirks and then his mouth goes back to my clit. This time his mouth was moving more skillfully. It was like this was going to be his last meal for a while. His gaze never left me even when he was going back to doubling his efforts.

Chris’ efforts were animalistic like, I could feel my legs start to shake. Once again he smiles and he starts to moan softly while his fingers were pumping in and out of me. “I'm coming baby.” My eyes roll back and I grip his hair then I push his face more in. Chris takes this opportunity to move his head side to side uncontrollably but still maintaining to hit my clit with his tongue. I give him my ‘o face’ and I moan loudly while my back was arching off the back seat. I wrap my legs around his head and he holds my thighs. He's laughing lightly while he's watching my orgasm wash over me. 

A few more seconds later and I was spent. Chris pulls away from me and he smiles at my satisfaction. “It was that incredible huh?” He asks while putting on his boxers. I smile lazily and I look around for my panties. “Shut up.” I smile and snicker while putting my panties on. “Just admit it. You like when I eat you out.” He says with a cocky voice while sliding on his pants. “I do but daddy's little slut caught me off gaurd. I liked it though.” When Chris was done getting dressed he sit next to me and he grabs my chin gently. He turns me so I'm looking up at him. “Just liked it?” He asks with curiosity and a slight squint in his eye. I smile mischievously at him. “Alright fine, I loved it. I've never had someone eat me out before.” 

“I was your first for that?” He asks with raised brows and a slight surprised expression. I nod gently. “You should've told me something. I would've went all out.” I raise a brow at him and my mouth opens with a little bit of a surprise. “You can do better than what you just did?” He smiles and nods gently. There was a flutter between my legs and the press together of the many possibilities of what he could be talking about. 

The next day

I make my way through the hallway with Chris and everything was great. Of course we couldn't touch during school so I didn't notice if he was irritable or something.

That wasn't until I had lab, a few girls over to my right were snickering while looking my way. Nancy, Bonnie and Rochelle approached me. I raise a brow, “Whats up?”

“You tell me y/n. Did you enjoy it?”

I snicker nervously and I shake my head. There was a look of surprise in my eye but I didn't want to show it.

Please tell me he didn't…

“What are you talking about?” I ask cautiously and I play dumb a bit, hoping she's not talking about what I think she's talking about. Nancy laughs a little but then leans forward. “I'm talk about when you were Chris’ little slut.” My eyes widen and I'm taken back by the word for word confession. I shake my head, “How did you?” I say nervously and out of breath. I felt like passing out on the floor. There was no way Chris could've said something right? “I told you he was a jerk. What are you going to do about it? He deserves to pay y/n.” 

After class I made my way to Chris and I stepped in front of him. “I need to talk to you Chris.” He smirks and then it turns into a grin. Just when I was going to demand his little friend gets in the way and says I need to schedule an appointment to talk to Chris. “I don't need to schedule an appointment for my fist to meet your face. Move the fuck out the way asshole.” I move his little sorry ass friend to the side and I step close to Chris. “Did you tell people?” Chris sighs and then closes his locker, he crossed his arms and looks at me. His gaze was cold and different than the loving and sweet Chris I knew. “Listen it was fun. Okay? You're definitely my top three.” I scoff and my jaw drops as he walks away. 

That dude is going to fucking pay. 

I have one class with the girls, wanting to quickly get this over with I asked them if they wanted to help me with the love spell. In return I'll help with calling the corners and invoking the spirit. It seemed fair because a love spell is definitely not easy to master or perform. 

We all meet in my room and I had the nessesary items to perform the spell. I won't lie I'm a little on edge simply because I normally don't do things like this but I wanted Chris to be mine and only mine. I can't stand the thought of him with another girl or even think of someone else. This might bite me in the ass someday but I know I want Chris. “Jesus girl, no offense but you can literally have anyone. Why would you want this asshole?!” I sigh but it's more like a longing sigh. “I just– I don't know. He's great when he's not a complete asshole. I just don't get why he treats women like that.”

“He was probably never told no as a kid by his mom so now he expects every girl to obey or say yes? That's my theory.” Bonnie says. The love spell was done and I exhale shakily. I pick up the picture of Chris and I gently kiss it. So I wont get lipstick on it a lot. 

The next day

I'm walking down the hallway and I arrive at my locker. I open it and take out my books for my class. “Hey y/n.” Chris looks at me and his eyes flicker to my lips when I look over. “Hey Chris.” I say confused and he notices. “Umm am I making you uncomfortable?” My mouth opens and I look around to see if this was a set up or something. “I don't think so. Did you need something?” I close my locker and lean against it. “Well I actually wanted to talk to you. Listen I know you hate me probably but I just wanted to tell you that I can't stop thinking about you.” My heart skipped a beat and the spell was already working, it wasn't even a full 24 hours. 

“Chris are you saying-” 

“Yes y/n. I know what I said yesterday was such a asshole thing to say but I woke up today and I couldn't wait to see you.” Chris steps forward and he looks at me with a sadden expression. “I just want to be with you y/n. Only you baby. There's no room for anyone else.”

I look in his eyes and there's no hint of deceit in them. Quickly grabbing his hand, we walk down the hallway together. I check if the coast is clear and we go in the girls restroom together. Disgusting I know but I wanted him. 

Locking the door to the private bathroom that rarely gets used because no one even notices it too much. I lead Chris to the tiled wall and I make him lean against it. Then I start to unbutton his pants. “Y/n what are you doing? What if we get caught?” Chris says while stopping me from proceeding, he looks over at the door. “The door is locked and just make sure not to moan too loudly.” Chris is still distracted with the door and his hands unconsciously drop to his side. “I just feel like I won't be able to contain my moans y/n.” Chris says still distracted by the door. In a swift motion I grab his base and I quickly put him in my mouth. 

“Oh fuck y/n.” Chris looks down at me and he runs his fingers through my hair. He doesn't guide me but he's a moaning mess. Cursing and then moaning my name constantly. “Y/n baby you're so fucking sexy. I'm so crazy about you baby.” I smile at the praise and I move my head faster. Chris closes his eyes and tilts his head back. His hips move against me a little and I moan softly, sending vibrations to his cock. Licking his lips and holding my head in place, Chris thrusts in my mouth completely taking over. “I'm going to come. Stay put baby.”

I do as he says and I close my eyes. “You're such a good girl, baby. Daddy's coming.” Chris takes his wet cock out of my mouth and he strokes hard. He cups my chin then tilts my head up towards him. He comes first on my tongue and then he shoots the rest of his thick load on my face. His come lands on my cheek and a little on my eye. I didn't mind, in fact I loved that he made a mess on my face. 

“Wow y/n. I made a huge mess.” I close my mouth and I swallow his come. His breath hitches at the sight and I open my other eye to look up at him. “Fuck that is hot. I love you y/n.” Chris says breathlessly and amazed at the sight that just happened. 

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hey ! It’s been a while 🥺 hope you’re doing well ! As always sending positive love, hugs & vibes your way ✨ I saw that your request are open, I was wondering if I could request :

Arranged Marriage with Kazutora/ Hakkai ( + anyone else you’d want)with reader who’s like against it and yet they’re like so patient, kind & understanding with us about it 🥺😭 like I just know kazutora and Hakkai would be so sad and pout on their little corner if we like ignored them 😭😭 making us feel bad and us giving in to them 😭

Please & thank you 🥰🤍✨

TokRev x Reader: Arranged Marriage

♡ SFW, fem reader, pure fluff, Koko being sassy, Kazutora and Hakkai very lowkey guilt tripping reader but not on purpose, also lowkey rich families au lol ♡

Characters: Kazutora, Hakkai, Kokonoi

note: hiii Lola I'm doing absolutely fantastic other than the fact I'm up at 3am, I hope you're doing great tho and I'm sending ultra positive energy right back atcha 🩷

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Kazutora

🐯 Gives you as much space as possible, even sleeps in the guestroom for the first few months of your marriage

🐯 Cooks breakfast and dinner if he can, he doesn't want you feeling obligated to do anything

"Kazutora, you know you don't have to get up early just to make breakfast. I'm perfectly cap-"

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. You're my wife now, not a damn maid...and just call me Tora."

🐯 Waits on you hand and foot, he never thought he was marriage material but being married to you is something he's definitely not taking for granted

🐯 He does so much for you that you start feeling bad for being so standoffish and end up telling him to start sleeping in the main bedroom with you

Hakkai

💙 This man is practically ready to burst into tears every time he walks by you

💙 He feels so bad for you in this situation and if he could divorce you, he'd do it just to make you happy

"Hey y/n, j-just so y'know..I didn't come up with the idea for us to be married."

"I know that Kai, it's not your fault."

"Oh thank goodness, I thought you were mad at me.."

💙 Once you're more comfortable in your relationship, he starts taking you on dates and helping you pick out outfits (Mitsuya's his stylist so you know you'll look good)

💙 You become really good friends with Yuzuha and you and her have girls nights (she spills all of Hakkai's embarrassing secrets too)

Kokonoi

💵 He's against it too and is dealing with absolutely ZERO of your bullshit

"Why did I have to get married to you of all people?!"

"Well you aren't the hottest grate on the stove yourself, you think I wanted this?"

💵 The back and forth is unrivaled, sometimes you wonder if he's trying to one up your complaints or if he's just genuinely unhappy too

💵 Eventually you both come around to the idea of being married, just not romantically

💵 You agree on a partnership made up of shopping sprees, fancy dinners, and nights filled with gossip (especially if it's about your families because it gets messy and scandalous real quick 👏🏽)

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[gallawitchxx]

29 for the kisses, please!

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#29: ...as a promise

The digital clock on the wall is a goddamn tease.

How is it only three-thirty?

It’s not the worst job in the world, working the reception desk at an auto repair shop. It’s mostly just answering phones and handing out intake forms. Running credit cards upon drop-off and pick-up, and using what little knowledge he has about cars to field basic questions. Ian’s a little surprised that his parole officer had stuck him in a place that was clearly running some kind of illegal chop shop after hours, but whatever.

Southside is as Southside does.

But today has been fucking dragging. A shipping delay had pushed a ton of work back a week or two, so there was only one pick-up on the books, and it had already happened. At nine a.m., right at the beginning of his eight-hour shift. One can only clean a desk so many times before starting to feel a little buzzed off cleaning spray fumes, so for the past couple of hours, Ian’s been supremely bored, his mind bouncing from one topic to another, trying to keep him occupied, but away from the mechanical sounds coming from the belly of the shop.

The ones coming from the only mechanic on duty today—Mickey.

Jesus, Ian’s got it bad for the guy.

Between Mickey’s filthy fucking mouth, greased-up knuckle tattoos, and the way his ass looks in a pair of coveralls, Ian never really stood a chance. But then he had to go and be funny and smart and secretly sweet with the kids who come in with their parents, and in no time at all, Ian was halfway to being fully in love.

The way Mickey looks at him doesn’t help the situation either, nor does the coffee and Kind bar combo he drops at Ian’s desk every shift, which means Mickey heard and remembered an off-the-cuff comment Ian made one morning when discussing break room snacks with the shop owner.

But what’s really making things hard—literally—is what happened the last time he saw Mickey…

A few nights back, a freak downpour had collided with a blocked drainpipe and flooded the shop’s main floor. They’d had to shut the whole place down so that the mechanics could instead work on pumping rainwater back outside where it belonged. When the worst of it was over, Mickey promised to take care of the rest, shooing the other guys out the door and home to their families. Ian, who didn’t have anywhere to be, and was a bit distracted by the way Mickey’s wet tank top was clinging to his cut chest, offered to stay and help finish the job.

Help Mickey out with another job, too...

But that was days ago, and even though Ian’s knees still ache from where he’d knelt on damp concrete, they haven’t talked since. Not even when Mickey had dropped off his breakfast! Ian had been on the phone, the timing of which felt suspect.

By the time four-o-clock crawls around, Ian’s worked up the nerve to go say something. But then the chime on the door alerts him to someone coming in, and before he can even say hello, some asshole is screaming at him about promised timelines and demanding a refund.

Ian puts on his best customer service smile and tries to smooth things out, but it doesn’t work. More yelling ensues.

“Ey, there a problem up here?” Mickey’s voice cuts through the noise.

“Yeah, there is,” spits the douchebag. “My car was supposed to be ready a fucking week ago, and this idiot here can’t seem to make that happen.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Mickey says, taking a step forward. “Imma stop you right there.” He looks at Ian for the first time (since he came down his throat). “Gallagher, can you head to the back and grab me the project file? Should be somewhere on my station.”

Ian blinks. “But the files aren’t—“

“Now, Ian,” Mickey commands, his blue eyes blazing. “Go.”

“Sure thing,” he says, rising from his chair.

The rage-red moron has the nerve to fucking smirk at him, and fuck, Ian doesn’t fight anymore—swore to his court-ordered therapist he was done with that shit—but this asshole just might get him back in the ring. His hands itch as he passes, clenching and un-clenching as his jaw clicks.

Mickey avoids his gaze, which pisses him off even further.

Ian forces himself onto the shop floor, closing the door behind him.

A few minutes later, Mickey joins him. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Ian scans him for signs of a struggle, but he looks good. Great, even, his cheeks pinked. “You?”

“Course. Forget that dick. Caved quick and left. It’s a fuckin’ shipping issue, ain’t got nothin’ to do with you.”

Ian nods, unsure what to do or how to proceed. After a beat, he mutters a weak thanks.

Fuck, it’s awkward.

Then,

“Didn’t know—”

“Listen, man, I—”

They both stop talking, laughing nervously, the tension breaking just enough for some of their natural chemistry to seep back into the situation. Ian’s hands now itch with a wholly new desire to touch and caress instead of maim.

“I coulda handled him, you know,” Ian mutters.

Mickey chuckles. “Don’t doubt that for a second. Thought you were gonna fuckin’ deck that dude.”

“I was—I would have…” Ian shrugs. “But if I went back to prison, we couldn’t finish what we started the other night.”

And well, that gets Mickey’s attention.

“Guess that makes me a hero or somethin’ then, huh?” His voice is like gravel as he steps into Ian’s space.

Ian stares at his mouth. “Or something.”

“Tell ya what…” Mickey stares back. “He comes back, we’ll kick his ass together. Can pin it on me if the pigs show up.”

“Promise?”

Mickey answers with his lips, his teeth, and his sinful fucking tongue.

By the time they leave for the night, their knees have matching bruises.

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

Mercedes Monè is the holder of 4 Championships . She is the current AEW TBS Champion, RevPro Undisputed British Women’s Champion, NJPW Strong Women’s Champion, and the Queen of the Southside Champion, which she unified with the RevPro Championship.

Mercedes is also one of the first black women to main event WrestleMania , alongside Bianca Belair. She also is one of the holders of the inaugural WWE Women’s Tag Team Championships. She also became one of the first women to headline a major Pay Per View. She is also a one time NXT Women’s Champion. She has also won the WWE Women’s Tag Team Championships 3 times . She is also a 5 time RAW Women’s Champion and a one time Smackdown Women’s Champion. She is also a one time IWGP Women’s Champion.

Mercedes Monè is the definition of CEO.

[soraviie]

maniac.oneshot

━ type: yoongi x f! reader   ━ masterlist ━ word count: 3k

━ about: He comes here to look for medicine. Here in this scornful embrace of yours.

━ c/w: violence, blood, patching someone up, stitches, needles , absolutely unhinged, obsessive Yoongi + (sort of) morally grey reader; she doesn't like him much

━ leave a comment and show this fic some love otherwise I'll steal your food. If you like my work and want to tip, here's my ko-fi. Thank you so much if you do!

There’s a quiet rapping at the window pane that doesn't come as a surprise. It’s well dark outside, some ungodly minute after three in the morning. You know who it is. 

You hope he leaves. 

You hope he just disappears and that once he does breathing will become a bit easier. 

But since it is him, you should have known that such a simple, soft thing as silence wouldn’t be enough of a deterrent. 

Hearing the unsubtle “shit!” and a loud, body like thud crashing against the blue glazed tiles of your god-awful kitchen, you flinch beneath the covers, weighing the option of just ignoring yet another visit of his. Two years of his indulged insanity, of his rotting hands infecting everything he brushed past.

Two years of him rotting you whole.

And who wouldn't be sick of that? Day and night going around and around, and around?

But if you knew Yoongi at all, you also knew the fact he’d make your night a living hell. He’d all but drag you out of this bed by your ankles if that's what it'd take to get your attention. 

So who was this man — Min Yoongi?

With a sigh and eye roll, you push the twin duvets off, yearning for their warmth in the otherwise chilly air.

Min Yoongi was a thief, a killer, always choosing violence, face so pretty with heart so hard you'd think he was stone-carved, and, unfailingly, unflinchingly —

You pad towards the kitchen door finding him laughing deliriously on the tiled floor, blood spilling all over his beaten mouth.

— insane. 

“Why did you fix your window?” he whines in a sort of tone of voice that should not be admissible to anyone within his line of…work. But Min Yoongi could get away with it because he could get away with anything. Murder. Mayhem. His vile, repulsive nature. 

“I broke it so perfectly. Could slip in an’ out. Like butter.”

“Maybe that’s why I fixed it,” dryly, you respond, crossing your arms around the chest. Thankfully, the fluffy bathrobe is covering enough. 

“And by the end of the night you’ll have two fucked up windows,” he says, throwing a thumb back at the damage. The hinges are completely broken, letting in torrents of frigid air. “Is that so much better?”

“What the fuck you want?”

“Jesus, can’t a man get some lovin’ anymore round these parts?” he rolls his eyes, gliding a tongue over his battered lips. “Need you to work your magic, darling.”

“Get your magic at the corner,” you throw your head in the general direction of the main street, staring derisively as he once again makes himself at home in your kitchen. Rifling through cupboards and your fridge like he owns it. In his mind he does. He owns this apartment, someday he’ll own the southside gang and, more importantly, he owns you. Not in some distant, probable future, no. Here. Now.

At least in the sick, fucked up world of his. 

“Why don’t you ever have anythin’ good in?” he pokes his head into the fridge, flicking a finger at the aged milk bag only to let the doors fall shut with a dragged out sigh of discontent. As you continue to stand, hovering disinterestedly in the doorway, his eyes find yours, lighting up in childish, deeply unsettling amusement. 

“You jealous?”

“If someone would shoot you in the fucking head right now, I’d go to a club.”

“You like clubs that much?”

“Fucking hate them.”

Had anyone in this entire side of the city that's dying like an infected roadkill would see you badmouthing Min Yoongi, The Min Yoongi who stabbed a guy with a pair of chopsticks and ate with them not an hour later, they’d revere you as some kind of insanely hardened criminal but you knew something they did not. Oh, how he enjoyed you being harsh towards him. It drove him buck wild. He got off to your contempt and as long as he did, you were safe. He comes here to look for medicine. Here in this scornful embrace of yours as paradoxical as it sounds. In these four, discrete walls, an act of reckless bravery was actually nothing but sheer cowardice. You knew it and Yoongi knew it, hence why every time he broke into your apartment, over and over, and over, and over again, it always felt like coming home. 

Or so he said.

The soles of his shoes scuff against the floor as he comes to stand before you, your nose immediately itching with the acrid smell of a cigarette smoke. He always had some accursed cheap brand that got everywhere and soaked up into fabrics like liquid. Words didn't describe how much you hated it.

“Come on,” he goads you on, leaning down to your eye level with a wicked grin. “Isn’t it a doctor's duty to treat everyone in need? Your boy's very much in need,” smugly, he spreads his arms, spinning around so you can inspect the damage. Your tongue just burns to scorn that he can’t be fixed, he can’t be treated with anything else other than death but even you wouldn’t go that far. 

Tonight’s damage, however, did go quite over the lines. His face is busted, there’s a faint limp in the already off way he moves and the back of his jacket has a long slash akin that of a carving knife. Even if it didn’t cut up his spine, there’s no way the flesh underneath it laid unharmed.

“Didn’t you give that hypocritic oath?” 

“It’s hippocratic,” sharply, you correct but naturally it only broadens the curve of Yoongi's smile. “And veterinarians don’t give those, you dumb shit!"

Almost instinctively, his head tips backwards. Shuddering, he groans with a deep sigh of content underneath the pale blue lights of your home.

"Fuck, how I like that temper of yours."

"I should just kill you."

But the threat is measly and Yoongi only chuckles hearing it. Pulling a chair out, he comes to sit down upon it, feigning some kind of obedience as he gazes up at you, expectantly. He’s waiting for you to fix him, for you to “kiss it all better” as he put it. As if the skin on your hands didn’t burn just by grazing him. 

“Oh, come on,” he tugs at the end of your bathrobe belt, nimble fingers working their way up to the knot. You slap them away. “You lick my wounds, I lick yours.”

“I don’t have any wounds,” you grumble but for some unknown reason you give in, making the move to retrieve your first aid kit. He used it so much, by now you had to replace it thrice. 

You didn’t have to, a quiet voice at the far reaches of your skull interject. You could have just run out and let it be the end of that. 

“Yeah, sure,” you hear him snort under the breath.

But since you hate that voice, you don’t listen to it and mindlessly push the whole of blame onto him. He wouldn’t just shove off if you told him you had no tools. He’d just bring his own. The man did systematically break down the security on your bedroom window for the sole reason of annoying you in the middle of the night. Yoongi doesn't just leave. He’s like a ghost that way,  endlessly haunting you on.

By now the routine is somewhat rehearsed, he moves his head where he must, doesn’t so much as wince when the peroxide hits the mangled flesh. As he peels of his shirt, spouting some bullshit about you being excited that ends in a sharp hiss as you clean it, your suspicions are proven correct. There is a gash all over his back. Not so deep that you couldn’t mend it but enough to leave a crusted up trail behind. You clean it nicely and add a generous amount of medical tape. Normally you’d tell someone to take it easy and not strain the place of injury but it’s Yoongi and in less than fifteen hours, he’ll be either going on another raid with his cronies or dunking some poor soul underneath the waterline. Such was his nature. 

You tip his head to face the ugly light of the overhead lamp, frowning as you do. Instead of the wide, even…innocent looking eyes Yoongi gives you, you focus on the wound on the side of his head. 

“A bat?” you hum and he blinks, appearing to only now remember all about it. 

“Oh, yeah, a lowlife piece of shit swung at me. Real nasty.”

He laughs. 

You don’t see what’s funny about that.

“It’ll need stitches,” you draw a weary sigh. Stitches were gross. No matter how many times you applied them, human or animal, there was something inherently queasy about the way a skin had to be pierced and woven together like a fleshy fabric. 

“I have some vodka...?”

Already half expecting some flippant, inane quip about you wanting to get him drunk and take advantage of his poor soul, because he would be the type to make a joke like that, you’re startled to feel both of his arms wrap around your waist, cheek coming to rub against your stomach. 

“Nah, this will get me through plenty.”

If he’d be a cat, he’d be purring. 

You mouth your “what the fuck”, largely for a peace of mind and just do what you must, swallowing down the rising bile as the wound begins bleeding the second the needle touches the raw flesh. His arms embrace you like a vice but for all intents and purposes, he’s even smiling as you hurt him. 

What a broken man he was. 

“There,” some forty minutes later you slam the aid kit onto the rickety table. “You’re all better. Leave.”

“Just tossing a guy out on the street,” he begins to complain loudly and frightfully, you shush him. If the neighbours hear his voice flowing unmistakably from the confines of your apartment, they’ll oust you. 

But did it really matter that much anymore?

With a devious sparkle in the eye, he tosses a glimpse towards you and not a second later, you feel a wet tongue glide over your palm. 

Hastily, you pull it away. 

“That’s fucking disgusting!” 

“You lick mine, I lick yours,” his grin spreads in an open mouthed expression. You’d seen it once before. Only, of course, he’d slammed some dude’s head against the table then. Blood and teeth had spilt that night and only by luck did the noodles that you’d been eating just seconds prior didn’t spill back from your guts. After finishing beating the guy halfway to death, he’d found you shrinking on the dirty ground of the local uncle’s open air bistro. 

“Ey, why you kneeling in the dirt for?” he cooed with such a thoroughly pleasant tone as blood pooled underneath his feet that even to this day you couldn’t help but shiver. “You’re dirtying your dress, pretty!”

He yanked you roughly up by the shoulders, fingers digging so deep they left bruises though you hadn’t felt it at the time. Your gaze sat in horrified fixation upon the dying man who whimpered softly by the broken tables. With some muted curiosity, the psychopath followed your stare. 

“Ah, that shithead?” he crooned. “Are you going to be a hero and call an ambulance to help him?”

You didn’t answer, both not being able to as your breath stuttered so hard you feared you’d pass out any second and also assuming the question was rhetorical.

“You deaf or something?” he shook you rudely. “Come on, lucky, speak! Roll over!” 

“I-I will,” at last you struggled out and his eyebrows inched a place higher. 

“He’s a drug dealer, you know,” Yoongi's voice barely reached your ears but even so you were taken aback by its smoothness. It was almost more sickening than if he just had one of the terribly stereotypical gangster. “Has killed dozens. And you don’t want to let him die?”

“It-it’s n-not about him,” you panted, nerves going into haywire the longer the man kept lying unconscious. He will die. And soon if nothing changed. “I just don’t want to feel guilty.”

For a second Yoongi’s eyes had widened. He genuinely had not expected such an answer from you. 

A moral, upright person would answer that every life was precious. That you were not a judge of whether he should live or die but the truth was far more brutal — you didn’t care about him. 

You cared about yourself. 

And this facade of goodness. 

He tipped his head back and roared into a peel of loud laughter that startled you so horridly, you threw yourself backwards against the red bistro desk, knocking it over in the process.

“You’re a funny one,” still gasping for breath, he reached into the pocket of his blue jacket and proceeded to put a bright tangerine in your hands. Once he forcefully pried them open, that is. “Let’s see each other around, a’ight?”

Well, anyways that man did in fact live. Disfiguredly but live he did. The tangerine sat bright and sweet, shone by the dual colours of the disinterested police. Naturally there was no investigations, the witnesses mysteriously never came forth and while the uncle was displeased with his business being splattered with blood, even he didn't protest much. In the end, when in Rome do what Romans do. Conceal the murder attempt. Don't be a hero.

The tangerine had sat on your bedside table for a week, mocking you in echoes of his roughened laughter. You threw it away after that.

And word by word, it all unfolded to this. To Min Yoongi you were made of the same bone he was and you needed but a scratch. Like a lottery ticket, he’d scratch at you and you’d stop pretending you didn’t fit in this carousel of violence and greed. 

And maybe he was right. Maybe with the right scratch you would fold. But a woman has the same ability to forge her path ahead as anyone else and only you decide to choose who you are even if it was an utter lie. 

You rouse from your thought and Yoongi’s expression is oddly still. In moments such as these you truly doubted he was genuinely, clinically insane. In moments like these you suspected there was calculation in the madness but even if there was, no point caring about it now. 

Min Yoongi was about to be exorcised. 

He fishes a tangerine out of the pocket and with a deep rumble in the voice offers it to you.

"Want one?"

"I'm good."

Abruptly, Yoongi stretches, most likely immediately ripping at the wound on his back and joyfully chirps. The tangerine he chucks behind the shoulder where it carelessly rolls towards the corner of the table.

“I’m beat and your bed is so nice. I’ll stay here for a night.” 

“No, you won’t.”

“Oh, calm down,” he brushes off, pushing the chair back. You liked to keep your things neat as long as he was here, Yoongi made sure to respect that. You didn’t quite know how to feel about that.

“I’ll keep all the parts to my fine self. Even if I promise you’d see God if only you let me,” he winks, letting his tongue stick out. You don’t grace him with a response whilst a sheen of sweat builds at the back of your neck. 

“No, really, you’re not staying here.”

As a desperate prevention measure, you place yourself firmly between Yoongi and the rest of the apartment. His eyebrows knit together while the mouth loops in a confused smirk.  

“What? You can’t control yourself that hard?”

As you fail to reply, his amusement slips.  

“Is there someone in your bed?” he sneers. “I’ll kill them. Don’t give a shit who they are.”

Yoongi pushes past you but there is no one either in your bed nor in your apartment. Nothing but piles upon piles of stained, brown boxes. 

He comes to a sudden halt, literally stuck mid-step as his gaze flits over the impersonal appearance of your home, cheek growing increasingly terrifying. 

“You’re moving,” at last, he mumbles in a numb, impersonal tone, slowly turning around. Pinned like a bug underneath a microscope, you begin to shuffle anxiously from one foot to another. 

“I accepted a job offer. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

His eyes narrow dangerously. 

“Tomorrow,” Yoongi echoes, voice falling terribly low. “And you didn’t think to inform me?”

You swallow and muster up the splatter of nerves still left in your body. 

“Why should I?”

“Do you still have that dream of a proper clinic?” he suddenly spits. “Of all the fucking white coats and nice puppies?”

“So what if I do?” spitefully, you snap back. “Am I not allowed? Does the great Min Yoongi not allow me to dream?”

The palms previously resting by his thighs curl into fists and he gasps a deep, trembling inhale, clearly struggling to contain his explosive anger.

“In a month’s time I’ll take over the gang,” he growls, lip's twitching in annoyance. “I’ll kill that fucking old bastard with my bare hands and rule this part of the city.”

“I don’t see how that's rel—”

“I’ll give you your fucking clinic.”

Your mouth runs dry but inspecting him from head to toe you don’t find a hint of amusement on his face. The darks of his eyes almost appear…earnest. If only you would believe them. 

“We’ll make it all proper, put up bunch of smiling signs and shit,” he continues on, growing only more confident with each word. “And if no one comes, there’s plenty of dogs in the gang. Jungkook alone has like 500. You  can doctor them all day long.” 

A long drag of silence washes over you when he stops talking and though it takes you a while you do speak and with pride,  you can vouch that your voice does not shake. 

“I don’t want that.”

“Fucking SHIT!” he curses sharply, taking a lunging step towards you. His teeth are gritted and his gaze is insane but the eyes…his eyes are wet.

“Are you that fucking bolstered up your fucking moral high horse? Are you that obsessed with accepting broken things that search you for a cure?!” 

“I accepted you, didn’t I?”

It’s almost funny…well, no, it’s not funny at all. You’ve seen all sides of him. Min Yoongi the thief, the killer, the psychopath but never just Min Yoongi — a man. A man with a heart, a man with feelings other than hate and twisted carnal pleasure at the suffering of others. You saw it, just now in the fleeting point between one second and the next, you saw him, bare and devastated like a kitten out in the cold and then it’s gone and you’re fairly sure that because of you that part won't ever appear again 

“I’m sick of men like you, no, men in general telling me what I can or cannot do,” evenly, you conclude your train of thought but it’s unclear whether Yoongi hears it at all. Both his gaze and face are blank and the fists have uncurled, his arms laying listlessly by the side. With one clean punch, you knocked the fight out of him. 

No pride comes because of it.

“I’ll choose who I am and where I go and you’ll have no say in it.”

He stands utterly silent before you, the shaggy black hair falling down like a curtain — obscuring his eyes. That stupid flowery shirt flows in the slight breeze he’d created by breaking your kitchen window. 

Then he smiles.  

It’s empty. 

And you shudder.

“You know, darling," he coos, lips forming a deceptive pout. There's not a trace of warmth on his face. "You should never show your pretty face back here ever again.”

The tone is the same as it had when you first met him on that dreadful night. Pleasant. 

He stalks past you with languid, considerate steps and opens the busted window like he’s done dozens of times before, climbing over the ledge. Your heart is in your throat and only now you grasp how fast it’s racing. 

He’s almost gone but because it’s him, Yoongi makes sure you hear it before he drops down in the otherwise empty dark. The faint yellow light of the streetlamps outside etch long, menacing shadows upon his face but even so you think that he’s grieving somewhere underneath his own facade.

“Though if we meet outside...I ain't making any promises.”

 © soraviie, 2023

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FAULTLINES ⭑ a riverdale series

originally released in 2018, Faultlines was a spinoff from the original Riverdale series, following the story of Southsider Benny Bayford and his close friends, the junior Southside Serpents. the series was known for covering serious topics like drug addiction and abuse, but became more known for it's expansive queer representation. the series spanned four seasons and nearly 80 episodes, with the final season showing the main characters reuniting in their hometown of Riverdale after being separated during their college years.

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