#realising I've been drawing his hair wrong this whole time

[lucadrawss]

He's such a fucking mood

[lucy90712]

By your side- Jude Bellingham

I thought I had my life together I was engaged, planning a wedding and had just found out I was pregnant everything seemed so perfect. I don't know how it all went wrong so quickly I just came home from work to be greeted with a note from my fiancé saying he was leaving me because he had been cheating and felt he was more in love with the other woman. He was so kind to let me have the house that I bought and only took his things from it although he did leave the place in a mess doing so. To start with I didn't feel anything as I was so in shock but once it sunk in I haven't stopped crying. Luckily finances aren't a worry for me as I make a good amount of money so I can continue to pay all the bills and can afford everything for the baby but having no support has been hard especially because no one knows I'm pregnant as I'm still quite early on. 

All of this happened Friday so I haven't been back into work yet and I know I should probably take some time off to figure things out and give myself time to work through my feelings but I need the distraction I can't wallow in self pity anymore. Luckily today I just have a lot of paperwork to do so I'll be in my office just getting on with things not talking to the players who would definitely ask questions as to why I'm not wearing my ring. Something I didn't account for out of pure stupidity is all my co workers as soon as I arrived they asked about my weekend just to be nice but just being reminded of everything that happened hurt. One then asked where my ring was as I never take it off and I had to just lie and say I took it off for something and forgot to put it back on all while trying to hold back tears. 

When I was finally in the confines off my office I couldn't hold back the tears anymore my whole world has been turned upside down and here I am trying to act like everything is normal which is so much harder than I thought. Even my office still portrays my perfect life my pc background is of me and my ex fiancé and I have so many pictures of us throughout my office. In my desk draw I even have an ultrasound picture from my first ultrasound which made me think about the fact that my baby has to grow up without a dad which I was so against for my own kids as I know the struggle. 

As I was sobbing I thought I heard a knock at my office door but no one said anything so I just kept crying until I felt a hand on my shoulder which scared the living daylights out of me. Part of me wanted to punch whoever or whatever was behind me but instead I just jumped back and turned around at the speed of light. My soul came back into my body when I realised that it was just Jude although I still kind of wanted to punch him for scaring me so badly. That's when it hit me that Jude had just seen me crying my eyes out and I have to explain why I was so upset which only made me cry again thinking about it. Jude knelt down in front of me and tried to wipe my tears as they fell but he couldn't keep up so instead he tried comforting me to stop the tears altogether. 

It took a while but eventually I had no more tears left to cry and I was forced to try and regulate my breathing again. As I tried calming myself down my morning sickness kicked in at full force and my options were throw up all over Jude or try and make to to the bathroom so I picked the second option and ran towards the bathroom. I made it just in time and apparently so did Jude as I felt him gather my hair and hold it back while rubbing my back. He must think I'm insane as I've just cried in front of him for 20 minutes now I'm throwing up but his opinion of me is the least of my worries right now. 

"Are you ok?" Jude asked once I had stopped throwing up 

"Yeah I'm fine" I lied 

"Whats wrong and before you tell me there's nothing wrong I know there is no one cries that much for no reason" Jude said 

"I'm just going through a hard time" I said 

"Look you don't have to tell me but it might help to get things off your chest plus I promise I won't tell anyone" he said 

"Ok but be prepared it's a lot" I said 

"Friday night when I got home my fiancé left me a note saying he was leaving me for another woman that he'd been cheating on my with for nearly a year and to top it all off I'm 10 weeks pregnant with our baby" I explained 

"Oh wow that is a lot" he commented 

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything I'm sorry" I said suddenly feeling insecure 

"No no I don't mean it like that I just wasn't expecting you to be holding onto so much I don't know how you are even here right now I'd be wallowing in bed" Jude said which made me smile 

"Look I know we aren't extremely close but you confided in me and as long as you'll let me I want to be there to support you with anything you need and I mean anything if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there and if you want someone to beat up your ex I'm on it" he said completely seriously 

"Thank you your support would mean a lot just don't tell anyone at least not right now" I said 

"You got it I won't utter a word to anyone else until you are ready" he said miming zipping his mouth

~~~~~~~~~~

3 months later 

The last few months have been difficult but Jude has made my life so much easier. Every day after training he comes to my office usually with a snack of some form and just sits and talks with me as I work. He also gave me his number so anytime I need to talk I can call him or text him and he'll be right over no matter the time. He's been more caring and supportive in the last few months than my ex ever was throughout our whole relationship. I've come to realise that maybe this situation isn't all bad as if none of this had happened I'd still be with my ex settling for what I know now was a shitty relationship at best. He never cared for me he was just there and did what was necessary to stop me leaving but Jude has taught me that I deserve better as even though we are just friends I've enjoyed his company way more than my ex's.

Not only has Jude been there for me emotionally he has been physically present when I need him. He has come to some baby appointments with me he is too busy to make them all but he tries to be there as often as he can. The first time he came he didn't come in with me he just waited outside for me but the second time I let him come in and since then if he can make it he always comes in with me. It has been nice having someone else with me to keep me calm as they check that the baby is developing as they should be and having someone else there when I found out the gender was nice too. I think Jude was more excited than I was to find out I was having a girl I went sure if I wanted to find out but Jude convinced me as he wanted to plan an on theme baby shower for me so that I had some good memories of this pregnancy.

Today is the day of the baby shower and I haven't had to lift a finger Jude and some of the other boys have planned it all and are setting up. The party isn't even being hosted at my place Jude said he'd set everything up at his and he promised to pick me up so I'm literally doing nothing other than turning up. My morning was so relaxing I was able to spend as much time as I wanted getting ready doing my hair and makeup all nice and putting on my dress which I got when out with some friends as they insisted that I looked too good not to buy it. For the first time in a while I actually felt really good, pregnancy has been really hard on my self confidence but I must admit that I look good all done up. 

Jude arrived right on time to pick me up and he even brought me a cupcake in case I was hungry which at this point in my pregnancy I pretty much always am. When we arrived Jude made me close my eyes and led me all the way through his house back outside to the garden where I opened my eyes to see everyone already there and everything decorated perfectly. I nearly cried seeing everyone there for me I've felt so alone and like no one cares about me at times but knowing that they all took time out of their days to come here means so much to me. I made my way round and talked to everyone thanking them all for coming before Jude dragged me away and got me to sit next to a table which was stacked with gifts. Everyone had gotten me such lovely things and some essentials some of which I hadn't even thought about myself yet. Once I had opened everything from everyone Jude invited it was time to open the things he had gotten for me. He went completely overboard getting all sorts of really expensive items such as cribs, car seat, stroller he thought of it all. 

"Thank you so much Jude you don't need to get me all this in fact you shouldn't have it's all so expensive" I said 

"I wanted to you've had a hard time and you deserve nice things for the baby which I knew you wouldn't get for yourself" he said 

"Well thank you I don't know what else I can say or do to show you how much I appreciate all this" I said 

"You don't need to do or say anything I can tell by the tears in your eyes that you appreciate it and knowing you are happy is all I need" he said 

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4 months later 

So many people have told me to stop working and start my maternity leave but I just hit 38 weeks so I have a bit more time left and I don't want to waste my time off if the baby could not arrive for up to 3 weeks. I need as much maternity leave available for after the baby is here as possible as I'm the only one who will be looking after her and I can't bring myself to put her in daycare until she's closer to one which is when I'd come back to work. Working while this pregnant is difficult as I can't move as quickly as I used to and I have to pee what feels like every few minutes but I push through and get everything done with a bit of help from coworkers and Jude when he's around. 

This morning I woke up with pain in my lower back which isn't completely unusual but for some reason it felt different to the back pain I normally have. Despite the pain I got myself ready for work and drove to the training centre as that's where my office is. I made it to my office and started turned on my pc and started gathering the things I need for the day when I felt liquid tricking down my leg then it happened a big gush of what looked like water hit the floor. It felt like time stopped for a few minutes as I just stood there looking at the floor panicking slightly because as much as I tried to prepare for this moment now it's actually happening it's quite scary. Past me was prepared for this situation though as she brought spare clothes to the office a few weeks ago and I put my hospital bag in the car just incase. 

After a few minutes of panicking my rational brain kicked in and I got myself changed and found my phone so I could start timing my contractions. I waddled my way from my office down to the physios area of the training centre as I knew Jude would be there as he picked up an injury a few weeks ago so he's still getting treatment. My idea was to just deal with the contractions on my own for a while until I felt like I needed to go to the hospital but they were slightly more painful than I expected and I just didn't want to be alone. Jude had told me if I needed him he'd make himself available so I’m definitely going to take him up on that at least for a little while. 

He was exactly where I expected him to be but he definitely wasn't expecting to see me because as soon as he spotted me he told the physio to stop what he was doing and leapt off the bed towards me. There was a moment where he was clearly processing what must be going on as I never come and find him during the day and definitely not wearing comfy clothes like I am right now. It took him a second but it eventually he worked out why I was there and he looked just as panicked as I felt. 

"Oh my god are you ok do we need to go to the hospital?" He asked 

"First off I'm as good as I can be and two we can't go yet my waters have just broken I just didn't want to be alone" I said 

"Ok let me talk to Carlo and then we can go back to your office until it's time" he said 

"Wait do you need anything?" He asked before running off 

"Just some water please I didn't get chance to fill up my bottle" I said 

"Got it go back to your office and I'll be there before you know it" he said 

He wasn't wrong he got there just after I did although he did have the advantage of being able to run and not having to stop for contractions. As soon as he arrived he took over the timing of my contractions and let me squeeze his hand when I needed to although I didn't want to hurt him so I didn't squeeze too hard. Things started progressing a lot quicker than I expected and my contractions really started to hurt as they got closer and closer together which made it harder to stop myself from making too much noise like I had been. 

"Thats 5 minutes apart now" Jude said 

"It fucking feels like it" I groaned

"Do you have everything in your car?" Jude asked 

"Yeah my hospital bag and car seat are all in there" I replied 

"How about I drive your car to the hospital then so you can have everything you need" he suggested 

"That sounds like a good idea but when we get there please don't leave I don't think I can do this on my own" I said 

"I won't leave you don't worry as long as you want me there I'll be there but if you want me gone at any point just tell me it's all up to you but first let's get to the hospital" he said 

From the second we arrived at the hospital things went by so quickly I'm not sure that I remember everything that happened. What I do know is that I was already 6cm dilated when we arrived and things only progressed from there. I did a lot of walking around trying to let gravity do some of the work but when a contraction hit I couldn't keep going I had to grab onto whatever was nearest which sometimes was the bed and other times was Jude as he followed me around. 

When it got to the point that I was nearly ready to start pushing I considered whether I wanted Jude to stay because I really value the bond we've built over the last few months and I don't know if I want to ruin that by making him watch me give birth. My feelings for him go past that of just friends but of course he doesn't feel the same way as why would he want someone who's just about to birth another man's baby. Maybe having him stay would mean he doesn't want to see me again which would help me get over my feelings but then again I don't know if a harsh break in our friendship is what I need right now. In the end my fear of doing this alone won so I asked Jude if he was comfortable staying and to my surprise he said yes and promised he wouldn't look while laughing which definitely lifted the tense atmosphere in the room. 

All the doctors and nurses filed into the room and put my bed in the right position and put my legs in the foot holds on the bottom of the bed. Jude was stood right by my side as the nurses instructed me on how to breathe and when to push. It was definitely painful but the nurses and Jude kept encouraging me which kept me going even when I wanted to give up. All it took was a few minutes until I heard the most amazing sound of my daughter crying for the first time. There was no energy left in me to use to stop the tears so I just let myself cry and the tears only intensified when my baby girl was placed on my chest for the first time. She was just so perfect I don't think I've ever felt more love for anyone or anything in my life. Jude tried wiping the tears from my face but they were only replaced by more in just a few seconds. 

The nurses had to take my baby girl to do all of the necessary tests to make sure she is healthy which pained me as I just wanted to hold her but I know it's important. It was only then that I realised that I was still holding Jude's hand so I went to let go but he just held my hand tighter. I looked into his eyes and he too had tears in his eyes which made me even more emotional. His free hand pushed my hair back as it had become a mess over the many hours of labour I had been through. As he moved my hair out the way he leant down and completely unexpectedly his lips met mine in what was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. It was unexpected but I kissed him back pretty much straight away but he pulled away after a few more seconds. 

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I crossed a line I'm sorry" he said 

"Don't be sorry I enjoyed it I've had feelings for you for a while I just didn't think you'd want me" I said 

"How could I not want the most beautiful girl in the world" he smiled 

"I hope you know I come with my mini me now" I laughed 

"I wouldn't have it any other way" he said 

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can you put on your creative director / marketing hat and talk about the cover art for lucky boy (and/or both) 🎤

!!! I've actually never been asked about visuals before this is so fun!!

Okay! So here's the cover in question

Honestly I love this and I was really proud of how it turned out.

The raw & more detail is below the cut

Alright! so the idea for this was that it's simply an image of Jude: finally free!

Here he is backpacking in Thailand which he hasn't done yet as of the date of this post, but Lucky Girl readers will know that he eventually Does Do That.

You can tell by his hair here too that he's older. He has this haircut when he reunites with Evie briefly in 2012, so I imagine this trip took place sometime around summer-autumn 2011.

To be honest the whole purpose of Lucky Boy was as sort of an extension of the original story for Lucky Girl readers who wanted more in-depth detail about Jude's life, more than what he ever had the time to tell Evie during her portion of the story, so for that reason the story is filled with little hints of what we know will happen, as well as nods to specific things about him that some have already learned - Like, how the story opens with him getting both ears pierced. The fact that he was a boy with two (and eventually 3) piercings was something that Evie found particularly cute and unique about him, and it's something he references in jest from time to time. ("haven't you seen my cute little earrings?")

Anyway, Thailand is where he gets that rather meaningless forearm tattoo, but it's also a place where he spends a lot of time alone. He does travel with a friend, but said friend is holed up with food poisoning for a significant chunk of the trip, which makes me quite certain that Jude spent a lot of time doing a lot of thinking. I'll explore this more in the actual story when I get there, but it's worth pointing out that when Evie meets him after this trip she notices a certain calmness in him, and like he's lost a lot of the boyish energy ("I realise I am looking at a man"). I feel like this trip is somewhat responsible for that.

He's also, clearly, facing away from the camera, which is probably self explanatory. In the chapter with Jen's birthday, as they take the train to the aquarium in Bray he waxes lyrical (as usual, yawn!) about his preference to sit facing the engine, never looking back. It's the same in this image. He is always moving forward.

YET - that is his school bag. (It is the wrong colour, yes, i didn't have the recoloured version when i made this poster lmao) so there's a sense that he's still in some way tied to childhood, to the things that are unresolved. Lucky Girl readers already know what (and who) those things are but I'll develop all that further from my controllers seat here inside Jude's brain.

"It seems like we wanted the same thing (...) Not to grow up too quickly, like, to be allowed to just be a kid.”

Also - the toy attached to it represents Ivy. It's never explicitly stated in the story, but I think it's probably not in his character to have something like that on his bag unless it was gifted from someone important. So, he's carrying her with him too on his travels.

Now, for the artistic stuff (eek!)

I chose this pinky purple as the base colour by messing around with some hard light blending and the colour balance adj. because it creates that kinda fantasy feeling, like wonder and/or enlightenment is ahead, which hopefully for our dumb boy, it is. Purple is also often used in graphic design to indicate creativity, which is apt, seeing as he's an artist and all that.

I slapped in some sun in the corner ala 3 year old child's drawing, and added the text in yellow for no reason other than it's a complementary colour, and it picks up some of the yellows in the image.

Then added a text gradient to blend it in better and a little drop shadow effect

And finally some grain, paper texture and rounded corners because I wanted it to feel tangible, that sweet, nostalgic 35mm camera effect, or like a postcard.

and that's it!!

This was so fun, you know I love 2 yap and you gave me a platform to do so.

Thanks so much for your question!

[froggibus]

This Unruly Mess I've Made - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn! reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: in your mind, Jason Todd and the Red Hood are entirely different people, but when he comes over after patrol one night, the lines start to blur

CW: angst, violence, yelling, fighting, Jason snaps at reader, allusion to panic attack (reader has one), big brother Dick getting way too involved, Jason losing it a bit (his own Joker moment), groveling, some hurt/comfort

the other half of the Batboys request! writing Jason's part was a lot easier for me than writing Dick's part but I struggled a little with making this angsty ngl. hope you enjoy!

Dick Version

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In your mind, Jason Todd and Red Hood are not the same person. While Hood is aggressive, merciless on the criminals he fights, occasionally without morals, Jason is an entirely different creature. He’s cocky, and he shares some of Hood’s standoffishness, but he’s also gentle. He loves books. He’s good with his words. 

Your boyfriend and his vigilante alter ego could not be any different in your mind, and Jason wants to keep it that way. 

He’s always drawn the line between his life with you and his life as Red Hood, trying to keep the darkest parts of his life from seeping into yours. Still, there are times the cracks show. 

Times like tonight. 

He’s pumped up on adrenaline, fists still broken and bloody from the fight he was just in. Looking down on the crumpled body of the man below him, he knows he went too far. Even for him. 

“Jesus, Hood,” Grayson’s voice sounds far away even though he’s just behind him. 

Jason can only shake his head, clenching his jaw even tighter. He can feel things bubbling over, a tightness in his chest that he hates. 

He needs calm, he needs warmth, he needs you. It’s the dead of night by the time he’s knocking at your door impatiently, still dressed as Red Hood, blood still speckling his leather jacket. 

You open the door with tired eyes, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “Jay?”

He tugs the helmet over his head, sweaty, dark hair falling in his face. Something is different about him tonight, you realise. It’s not just the way his blue eyes have been drowned in black, or the way he’s painfully tense. It’s like his demeanour as a whole has changed. 

It isn’t Jason Todd standing in front of you—it’s Red Hood. 

He steps into your apartment, slamming the door behind him so hard the whole door frame shakes. He doesn’t turn around and awkwardly hold out his hands as an apology to the door like he usually does—yet another indicator that something is seriously wrong. 

“W-what’s going on?” You hate the way your voice shakes, and even though you want to say you’re not afraid, you can’t. You are afraid. 

His voice is low and gravelly, not unlike Batman’s. “Just…rough night.”

You nod, pursing your lips while you fill up the tea kettle and set it on the stove. It’ll take a few minutes to warm up, and in the meantime, you hope you can talk him down from his ledge. 

“Did something happen on patrol?”

“Yes.”

His response makes you scrunch up your nose. It’s so dry, so…unlike Jason. And his voice. He sounds angry. Angry with you, angry with the world. 

“What happened?”

He doesn’t respond. You can see his shoulders tensing, see the annoyance on his face. But what right does he have to be annoyed with you? He’s the one who showed up here in the middle of the night, dressed like a damn vigilante and covered in blood. 

“Jason?”

He slams his fist on the kitchen counter, a chunk of the tile cracking. “Dammit, y/n! Can you stop asking fucking questions for five minutes?”

His sudden outburst has you flinching, drawing your body further away from him. Never, never in your life, has Jason ever spoken to you like that. But this isn’t Jason. 

Jason is equally stunned at his outburst, but he doesn’t care. The adrenaline is pumping and why do you have to ask so many questions anyway? Can’t you just let him sit and think for a minute?

He growls at the thought. “I just want some damn peace and quiet, is that too much to ask?”

The sound of the cracking tile is echoing in your ears, the room filling up with Jason’s angry voice and the kettle boiling and your own thoughts. Everything is overwhelming, everything is just too much right now. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing it all to go away. 

Jason keeps talking, digging the knife even deeper. 

Finally, you snap. “Jason,” your voice is calm but your heart is racing, “get out.”

He stops mid sentence. “What?”

“I said: Get out!”

You expect him to oblige, or to argue. To do anything except what he actually does. Because when you say get out, Jason starts laughing. Loud, mocking laughter. 

You scrunch your eyebrows together, staring at him in confusion. He steps around the counter, coming closer to you. You step back, extending your hand to keep some distance between you. 

Jason doesn’t care. He keeps coming towards you. 

“Get the fuck out, Jason. I mean it.”

He cocks his head to the side, “yeah? What are you going to do if I don’t?”

His words make you sick. A pit forming in your stomach, twisting into something nauseating. 

“Get out,” you breathe, shoving your hand into his chest to push him back, “or I’ll call Dick.”

At the mention of his brother, Jason’s eyes go wide. He’s not sure what he thought before, why he was being so cruel, but the thought that you’re so scared you’d call his brother has him realizing how far this has gone. 

“I mean it, Jason. Go!”

Your voice is so small, so broken. The sight of you makes his heart hurt. How could he be so cruel to someone he loves so much? Why does he have to fuck everything up? He wants to hold you, he wants to apologize, but you’re shaking so much and your eyes are glassy and he knows he’ll just ruin things more. 

He turns on his heel and leaves your apartment, slamming the door behind him. 

You rush to lock it. Your knees buckle and you slide down the door, the tears finally coming out. As much as you love Jason, you really fucking hate Red Hood. 

—

It takes a while after Jason leaves for you to gather your composure. Your hands still shake and your cheeks are still slick with tears, but you force yourself to stand and remove the kettle from the stove. You manage to pour yourself a glass of hot water and toss a tea bag into the mug before reaching for your phone. 

You click on Dick’s contact and start to type a text. 

Keep Jason the fuck away from me. 

Dick is more than surprised to receive your text. You barely message him as it is, but the tone in the text is way different than usual. All he can think is: what did Jason get himself into this time?

He’s bursting through his brother’s door within a minute of your text, finding the man hunched over on his bed with his head in his hands. 

“What did you do?”

Jason looks up, eyes bloodshot and sore. “Fuck off, Grayson.”

“I will,” he nods, “when you tell me why y/n asked me to keep you separated.”

“Y/n asked you that?”

Dick raises an eyebrow, prompting him for an answer. Jason can only sigh, forcing himself into his feet, still clad in his uniform from last night. 

“I-I wasn’t thinking straight…I went over there right after that last fight and-and I started yelling. Y/n asked me to leave and I fucking laughed like it was some kind of joke.”

“Jesus,” Dick mumbles. 

“I-I didn’t realize how bad it was until I really looked and saw how fucking terrified y/n was of me.”

“And then you left, right?” 

Jason says nothing. 

Dick presses. “Right?”

“Only after y/n threatened to call you.” Jason’s face burns with shame and anger and regret, and he just wants to hit something right now. 

“You fucked up, Jason.”

“Don’t you think I know that, Dick?!” He snaps. “Y/n will never forgive me for this. I ruined the only good thing I ever had.”

As much as he wants to berate his brother for his actions and tell him how much of an idiot he is, Dick can’t stand to see him like this. It’s true that the only good thing Jason has ever had to himself was you, and Dick knows that losing you could send him spiraling worse than ever before. 

He sets a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Come on, take a shower and get dressed. Meet me in the car in 5.”

“Where are we going?”

“To see y/n. You’re going to make this right, okay?”

“Dude,” he tugs on his hair, “y/n’s not going to want to see me again.”

“That’s why I’m coming. I’ll be a buffer, and maybe things will be less scary for both of you.”

Jason groans. He hates when Dick’s right.

—

You’re hardly surprised when Dick shows up at your doorstep, Jason in tow. “Can we come in?” Dick asks. 

You unlock the door, slowly moving it open. “Both of you?”

“If you’ll have us.”

You let the door swing open, gesturing for them to come in. Your heart is beating hard in your chest, the sight of Jason after last night only making the pain fresh again. Still, seeing him makes your heart flutter. 

They settle in on your couch and you sit on the plush chair across from them. You fold your hands, bringing your knees in. “So, what brings you guys here?”

Dick says nothing, only nudging Jason in the ribs with his elbow. Jason squeezes his eyes shut before opening them again, braving a glance at you. 

“Y/n,” Jason’s voice cracks, but he keeps his tone soft and gentle, “I am so, so sorry.”

You stare at him, picking out the streaks of grey in his hair and the dark bags under his eyes. 

“I was such a jerk last night, I was so disrespectful to you and your wishes and-and I can’t imagine how scared you were.”

You swallow hard, looking at Dick for guidance. He looks back, eyes full of concern. 

“I never want you to be afraid of me. I never want to see you like that again. And I-I understand if that involves never seeing me again.”

The thought of never seeing him again, of never having him wrapping you in his arms and reading to you again, has you choking on the lump in your throat. Tears slip out of your eyes, trailing down your cheeks. 

“I-I don’t want that all,” you whimper. 

Jason’s eyes light up for only a second. “You-you want to keep seeing me?”

You shake your head slowly. “I love you, Jason, and even if you were an asshole, I still do. I don’t want—I don’t want you to leave me.”

You’re full on crying now, tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Jason approaches you slowly, giving you time to back away if you want to. You stay put, watching every step he takes to get closer to you. Finally, he closes the gap between you and pulls you into his arms. 

His large frame envelops you, strong arms holding you tight to his body. He kisses the top of your head, stroking your hair. He murmurs into your ear, reminding you how much he loves you and how he’ll never hurt you and how he would do anything for you. 

Dick watches awkwardly from the couch, wondering if either of you will notice (or care) if he decides to slip away. 

[finch-the-foolish]

@dash-dash-archi yo do you want me to keep pinging you? Eh anyway uh *throws an angry half-elf at your head*

A Fractured Rift

III--Broken Relations

The hand still gripped his shoulder, strangely tight, nails digging into his skin.

"Mumbo? Is.. is it really you?" The voice was soft. Laced with grief and a bizarre pain, the source of which Mumbo couldn't comprehend.

"Y.. yes? I'm.. I'm me. I think.. I.." He trailed off, confusion welling inside of him. Why did nobody believe he was real? Was he real?

Was anything real, or was this all some twisted nightmare?

A sudden sense of wrongness shot through the man, his vision seeming to twist and blur, the world, for a few frail seconds, fracturing around him.

Then he returned. Normal. Whole. Unbroken.

He blinked a few times, silently struggling to process what had just happened.

It seemed, suddenly, that Scar was now next to him, staring–glaring?–at Grian, whom, he only now realised, was still clutching his wrist.

"What did you do to him? Did you pull him thro-"

"I didn't do anything that violates the agreement, Scar. And I didn't do anything to him."

Both men's voices seemed.. strangely harsh. Hadn't it just been yesterday that they were friends? Mumbo couldn't recall. Everything still felt so broken, so wrong.

"Besides. Your king will not have a hold on this realm for long." This was quieter, an ominous sense of warding laced in each sound. Gri's eyes seemed to flicker, then, a few scanning across the sky as if staring into some other realm.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said, slinking a bit further back. There was a distinct tension in him, most of his eyes focused on anything but Scar as he moved, pulling Mumbo with him.

"Don't run from me. You must have done something with that- that rift of yours! How else could you have brought him back‽" Scar's ears, strangely long and pointed, drew back as he yelled, a slight blue glow edging into his gaze.

"Do not speak of it like that. You have no clue what you're trying to meddle in. And you have no clue what I'm capable of."

Scar's eyes narrowed, the glow seeming to brighten, sharpen. The edges of his long, dark locks began to shift in shade, lightening with his anger.

"Why shouldn't I? What don't I know? That you dragged this.. this imposter from some other realm like it wouldn't violate all the agreements you made? Like it wouldn't shatter this world?

"Do you think I don't know who you are? What you are? Do you think I don't know what you did to them? What you did to me?"

Grian tensed, eyes widening. For a strange, flickering moment, a string seemed to hang in the air, twisting as it reached out between them.

Scar's gaze turned, staring down at it with a near terrified expression. Then, it flickered out of this world.

"I didn't mean to. I didn't want it to happen. Did you think I wanted Life to happen? Do you think I wanted to w.. watch everyone suffer?"

"I wouldn't put it past you."

The growl in Scar's voice sounded wrong. Foreign. Terrifying. Some ancient instinct dredged up by an argument over something Mumbo still couldn't understand.

Gri took in a shaky breath, stepping further back. Several of his gazes watched, careful, as the pale blues twisted more of Scar's hair, creeping up in a fashion not unlike that of the skulk consuming him.

"What I am doing, and what I've done, is my concern, and mine alone. You have no right to poke about, no right to blame me for a world I didn't create."

"That doesn't change anything, Grian. That doesn't change anything that's happened because of you and your.. your experiments. That doesn't change the fact that you hurt them, that you hurt us all. That doesn't-"

"Stop." A sudden snapping, drawing both men's attention. "Stop it. Stop.. stop fighting. Stop fucking yelling. I thought we were friends! I thought you liked each other! What happened? What did you do? You.. you just keep shouting and none of it makes any goddamn sense!"

Mumbo froze up, suddenly, only now realising that he'd yelled, that the pair of rather pissed off creatures were now staring directly at him.

"Mumbo, I-"

"No. Stop it. I.. I want an explanation. I want to know what the hell you mean by all this. I want to know where the hell I am and why the both of you are being so.. so awful."

Scar sighed, the glow of his eyes fading with the whitish blues in his hair. Grian's eyes slowly closed, leaving only the pair on his face remaining.

"Fine. Come on. Both of you. I suppose we should explain."

At that, Grian opened his wings and took off,flying up onto the stone bridge above. After a moment, Scar followed, a pair of translucent, tattered wings manifesting at his back as he rose up after him.

Mumbo stared a moment, questions still swirling through his mind. He blinked, startling himself from the daze, and opened his elytra, soaring upwards into the sky.

[landinoandco]

|Shutter speed|

Chapter one : A staring contest with an attractive stranger

{Lando Norris x Reader}

Summary: A photographer. A pair of F1 drivers. Triangles. A sticky situation of morals and fighting fate. What could go wrong?

Warnings: None :)

Rating: Teen and up

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: hey guys, welcome to Shutter Speed!! A love triangle between LN DR and reader (in this story reader is called Georgie.) This is my first f1 fanfiction so any feedback/suggestions are very welcome or if you just want to add comments, reactions - anything goes!! Thank you for reading and enjoy :)

Chapter one: A staring contest with an attractive stranger ...

It was raining in London. Not that that was out of the ordinary - even in the beginning days of July. Today the weather had decided to imitate that of mid-March, the rain crashing down like the heavens had opened up above and the wind cheekily chasing tourists and commuters indoors then proceeding to race eagerly through the streets, nipping at any ankles of those who were lagging behind the rest.

Lando Norris was out with his trainer when the rain started, enjoying the freedom of a 2 week break before the highly anticipated British Grand Prix. They rushed down the alleyway they had found themselves on; until they came across a little coffee shop tucked away in the corner - 'The Little London Stop.' Jon nodded to confirm to Lando that this would be just fine - as he opened the door, a small bell rang just above his head and instantly they were hit by a comforting warmth and the smell of freshly made coffee.

He quickly slid onto one of the benches, facing out onto the shop. It was typically London, designed with someone's Instagram feed in mind, plants hung precariously from the rafters along with many singular light bulbs that casted at atmospheric glow around the room.

Opposite him, on the other side of the room sat the only other person in the shop, she sat with her back to them. Her messy mousy brown hair tumbled in waves down her back, her gaze on the rain rushing down the alleyway - her chin resting on the heel of her hand.

Georgie had been sitting in that exact spot for longer than she would care to admit. Escaping the pestering grasp of her best friend and roommate Maisie; they were both photographers - partners in an online business they set up when they first left college as they prepared to take on the world. Pre-covid it had flourished and the pair had been travelling up and down the country, from events like weddings to festivals. Post-covid however - this was where their problems had started and why Georgie was currently hiding in a coffee shop. Work had become as dry as her love life, events had been cancelled for another year and wedding guest numbers had been limited. For weeks they had been sending their portfolios to any event organiser they could find and for weeks they kept being turned away.

She tore her eyes from the flooding streets and back to her open laptop - she was completely stuck, where to even start? Georgie nibbled on the on her bottom lip and sighed before rubbing her hands over her face - she was really looking for a miracle to happen.

Lando was completely intrigued by the girl. It wasn't until Jon snapped his fingers in front of Lando's face that he realised he had been staring.

"Right, sorry." Lando mumbled, a red flush creeping up his neck and he moved his gaze to the wooden table, wringing his fingers together. "What were you saying?"

Jon chuckled at his young boy antics and shook his head, "I wasn't, you were staring and it was weird. I picked you up this green smoothie - lots of vitamins and-" But Lando had switched off again, he couldn't help himself as his eyes locked back onto where they had been before. It was like something was drawing him to her - hell, he didn't even know what she looked like.

"Are you going to go and speak to her?" Jon's voice broke his trance yet again.

"Wha-what?" Lando looked up at his trainer, his innocent eyes widening at the thought. "I-I-"

Jon scoffed and rolled his eyes, "You are such a teenager."

"I'm not a teenager." Lando hit back, "I'm 21. I can drink in the US now, you know."

"Then start acting like it." Jon scolded but the corners of his mouth quirked up, he had known Lando for years and he had not changed once. A hopeless romantic at heart but acted like a deer caught in the headlights as soon as anyone of the opposite gender even glanced his way. Any girl would be lucky to have him but unfortunately for Lando he always found himself drawn to the type that would take his heart whole and would leave, shattering it into millions of pieces for Jon to find and piece back together again. It was through no fault of the girls in question, they would make their intentions very clear but Lando - being who he was - would always jump head first without looking ahead or the consequences of his actions.

On the plus side, Lando came back stronger each time but it left him with an even stronger longing for that care and affection that everyone around him seemed to have.

His heart raced as he looked over at Jon, a determined look was set on his face. "Fine. I'll do it." He stood up, legs wobbling slightly as the adrenaline flooded through his veins - he had cleared the table when reality decided to walk through the door. He turned on his heels and sat back down. "Nope. Maybe another day." His voice wavered slightly.

Jon looked at him with sympathy and slight second hand embarrassment - not that Lando needed to know that.

Georgie looked over her shoulder at the commotion happening behind her - there were two young men sitting across the room from her. One was clearly older than the other and was looking at him in utter bemusement - she followed his gaze...

Georgie inhaled sharply, she was met by a pair of crystal blue eyes - of which lit up when he realised that she had looked over. Georgie simply didn't know what to do with herself as she seemed to be stuck in a staring contest with an incredibly attractive stranger. She managed to tear her eyes away to look at him properly; a mop of dark brown curls sat dripping onto the table (still wet from the torrential downpour), an olive complexion and an innocent sparkle in his crystal blue eyes. She offered him a shy smile, a rose tinge coating her cheeks. He gave her a lopsided grin in response.

There was an overwhelming feeling that drew Georgie to this stranger, it wasnt anything she had experienced before - not even when she had been with him.

A cold chilling suddenly rushed down her spine, almost like she had been standing in the rain falling outside. A pang of guilt filled her stomach, she dropped her gaze and bit her lip. How could she ever think of him like that, compare him to a stranger she didnt even know the name of.

A ring broke her train of thought, her phone lit up with Maisie's name. She inhaled slowly to ground her feelings before answering, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey Maise -"

"I've done it." She heard Maisie shout down the phone, followed by a relieved laugh.

"Done what, sorry." Georgie prompted, rubbing her eyes. She could feel the boys' eyes on her, resisting the urge to turn around; she closed the lid of her laptop and placed it in her bag.

"I've only gone and gotten us an event to go to this weekend." Maisie replied as casually as she could muster. Georgie paused. A large grin that would challenge the Cheshire cats'.

"Where and how?" Georgie felt a weight lift from her shoulders, it didn't matter what Maisie had signed them up for, it was a start. A fresh start.

"Look, I have a call with them any minute so I'll have to explain when you get back. It's at the Goodwood festival of speed." Maisie paused.

"Goodwood Festival of speed." Georgie echoed - she could hear ringing in the background.

"Got to go, final things to sort out. I'll see you later." With that she hung up, leaving a delighted Georgie frozen in place, until she found her senses and packed up as fast as she could. All thoughts of the boy across the room - gone.

He sat, puzzled, as he watched her rush out the door and into the rain - calling out a muffled 'thank you' as the door swung shut behind her. His brows drew together as he looked into his lap, before saying quietly to Jon: "It was the Goodwood Festival of Speed she just said, didn't she?"

"Yes." Jon answered shortly, looking down at him in fascination.

"Isn't that where I am this weekend?" Lando looked up, hope swelled in his chest.

"Yes, it is."

Lando looked longingly out of the window, beaming. He knew it was silly to get so hopeful - there were going to be thousands upon thousands swarming around Goodwood. He stood up and turned to Jon - "Lets go."

"But you haven't drank your smoothie -"

Lando was already at the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jon grabbed the smoothie and tittered, following after him.

You only live once, Lando thought. As it turns out he would get another chance this Saturday and this time he wasn't blowing it.

Chapter two: A new beginning

[peakyscillian]

Scars to your beautiful | Cillian x fem!reader |

Summary: Cillian and Y/N attend a film premiere, Y/N is feeling all kinds of insecure. Warnings: Angst, language, arguing. scar reference but nothing graphic or new. Request: @being-worthy A/N: I hope this is ok!

Scars to your beautiful

Lights flashing, people shouting, Cillian had his hand linked tightly with yours, the dress you had been sent was drawing unwanted attention to your body and you could see all the actresses and wives of actors up ahead, posing for the cameras. Cillian was being called left and right for the press, you stood off to the side letting him have his moment in front of the cameras, then his publicist was next to you, leaning close to your ear "Go have a few pictures with him y/n" he smiled, you shook your head shyly. "You look fantasic should show it off" he added after your refusal, you gave him the smallest smile but refused again. Cillian was back by your side, his hand back in yours as you made your way up the carpet to the cinema "wish you would of had a few pictures with me" he commented, you felt your heart sink. "I was just letting you have your moment Cill" you smiled, as he held the door for you, dropping a kiss to your cheek .

The film had been amazing, you were thankful for the dimly lit cinema, you and Cillian had been at the after party for around twenty minutes, he'd gone to the bar leaving you at a table, you could see him laughing and joking with a beautiful co-star, her hand on his arm. You didn't blame either of them Cillian was the most handsome man in the room and she was just stunning, you were surely the most out of place person here, always unsure why Cillian wanted to be with you. Cillian caught your eyes, waving you over, his co-star turned as well a welcoming smile on her face, you shook your head, holding up a finger to signal you'd be back, heading for the toilets. No way could you stand there near her and not feel like you wanted the room to swallow you whole. Standing next to her would only make Cillian realise what a mistake he had made, bringing you, hell even being with you in the first place. *** Cillian excused himself from talking to a few of his co-stars, you had headed to the bathroom a while ago and he was worried you'd been so quiet all evening, fidgetting with the beautiful dress that suited you so well. He knew how insecure you could be, how you were sure he had made a mistake asking you to marry him. He knew it wasn't your fault that you felt this way, he had seen so many negative things destroy the confidence of his sisters he wasn't immune to it. He had seen the scars on your thighs, the marks of your past pain and he just wanted to take everything away, but nights like tonight you pushed and pushed until he was so far away from you, you couldn't hear him. He waited outside the ladies bathrooms, pulling his phone out to send you a message, his patience wearing thinner by the minute, he wasn't one to argue especially not with you, but right now he was getting frustrated, he just wanted you to see how beautiful you were to him and nearly everyone you met. You finally appeared he could see the red puffiness of your eyes, the stained make up on your cheeks, he downed his beer placing the glass on the window ledge behind him. "Hey, hey whats wrong?" concern flooded his body as he held you by your elbows. "I jus-just want to go home Cill" you hiccuped, he bit at his lip, he wanted you here, he had finally persauded you to come along to a premiere and now the night was just getting started and you wanted to leave. He took in a sharp breath "I can call Clive to come get you?" he asked, you nodded "Are you coming?" you questioned, he shook his head. "Y/N it's a big premiere night everyone is here, Enda has asked me to make a speech, he's my closest friend I can't just disappear" he was trying his hardest to keep his cool. You stood on tiptoes to kiss him quickly "It's fine Cillian, enjoy your night I'll see you at home" you went to walk away to wait out by the entrance for his driver. "No, dont you dare make me feel guilty, I was so damn excited to have you here with me tonight, so happy that you agreed to come, then we get here and you dont want pictures, you dont want to talk to my castmates, you hide in the toilets, what more can I do?" he was frustrated you knew that but you couldn't help it.

"I feel like shit ok? I saw you with that women, in the red dress looking like a fucking model, I'll leave you too it yeah?" you pulled your hand from his grasp. "She's my co-star, she was asking to meet you because I never shut up talking about you and you were so rude, now I've got to go back in there and explain you've left because you're jealous?" he was baffled, he didn't know what else he could do "I'm not jealous Cillian, you can fucking have her for all I care" you took off, heels clicking across the marble floor, not looking back at him.

*** You were under the duvet, having got home stripped from the dress leaving it in a pile on the floor of the walk-in wardrobe, heels discarded down stairs, you'd took the make-up off and bundled your hair into a bun before crawling under the covers. You felt so awful leaving Cillian the way you had, but you needed to get out of the party, you didn't belong in his perfect life. You had made your decision, you needed to leave you needed to let Cillian be happy with someone who deserved him.

There was always a bag packed at the back of your side of the wardrobe, waiting for the moment you would need it, you got out from the covers, padding across to the wardrobe, stepping over the dress heading for the bag.

***

You were making your way down the stairs when you heard the front door close, you froze heart pounding. Cillian appeared at the bottom of the staircase, brows knitted together. "What..where are you going?" his eyes fell to the bag in your hand. "I don't deserve you, I shouldn't be with you" you were biting at your lip. Cillian shrugged off his coat, dropping his keys into the dish, taking the steps two at a time to reach you. "I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to get mad, I just wish you would see how beautiful you are to me, how much I adore you, you're beautiful y/n, so beautiful and I'll spend everyday telling you that, please, please stay" he was pleading, down on his knee's on the step below you. You allowed him to take the bag from your hands, to lead you up the stairs, help you undress and redress into your lounge clothes, tucking you into the bed, promising to be right back after locking up the downstairs, you hadn't said a word. You were overwhelmed, by this man and his love for you, you were still certain you didn't deserve him.

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[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in. 

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

[karahalloway]

(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 3 - Room Service

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Synopsis: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale's problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.

Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions

Chapter Summary: It’s the day after the Coronation Ball and Harper realises that she missed her flight to New York... but Drake has alternate plans. 

Word Count: 6,400

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, fluff, smutty smut)

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Chapter 3 - Hotel Room Service

When I come to, the first thing that I become aware of is the warmth of Drake's chest against my bare back and the feel of his arms around me as he holds me close.

With a blissful sigh, I snuggle deeper into his embrace, finding his hand under the covers and looping my fingers through his.

A lazy smile spreads across my face as I revel in the luxury of not only waking up naturally without the Beaumont alarm clocks barging into my room to rouse me at the last minute for some kind of important appointment, but of waking up next to Drake for the first time.

Hmm... Important appointment...? Why did that sound... important?

"Shit...!" I gasp, bolting suddenly upright.

"Gale, what's wrong?"

The bedside light comes on behind me. Turning around, I see Drake sitting up as well, eyeing me with concern, his hair even more mussed than usual from sex and sleep.

"I fell asleep..."

He raises a brow. "That a problem?"

"I... I don't know," I admit, feeling my shoulders slump. "I was supposed to be on a plane to New York..."

Amidst the shock and humiliation of the press scandal, I had been ready to run as far and as fast away from Cordonia as I could, even though I had felt my heart breaking as I said goodbye to Drake on the phone at the airport. But our unexpected declarations of love for each other had thrown a massive spanner in the works... And now I have no idea what we’re going to do.

"Like hell you were," he scoffs. "I didn't drive all this way for you to just eff off again."

"But I can't go back to Cordonia," I point out. "I'm on the cover of every newspaper and magazine by now. Plus they filmed the whole thing live. I won't be able to take two steps without the paps pouncing on me."

"And you think going back to the States will make a difference?"

"I... No," I admit glumly.

The gossip mags are never going to drop a scandal this juicy. If anything, the story is probably hitting the newsstands on the other side of the Atlantic as we speak.

Flopping back onto the bed, I cover my face with my hands. "Drake, what am I going to do?"

"We," he corrects, leaning over me to drop a kiss on my nose, "are gonna clear your name and figure out who did this to you. And make them pay."

Peeking out from between my fingers, I can see that he is gazing down at me with a look full of love and determination.

I wish I had his optimism...

"How?" I sigh, drawing my hands up through my hair in frustration.

Pulling me back into his arms, he says, "By tracking down that photographer to find out who hired them and then getting the Sun to retract the story. And if they don't, we'll sue them for libel. The others should take the hint after that."

"But you haven't even gotten to the bottom of the bachelor party photos, we have no idea where Tariq is, or who he's working with, and now you want to start yet another investigation to figure out who's behind the latest smear campaign? I think that's a bit ambitious."

"Actually, I think they're all connected," says Drake, drawing little circles around my bellybutton, making my skin tingle. "If we can get to the bottom of one, we'll get to the bottom of all of them. But to do that, we need to return to court."

"Eugh..." I groan. "Do we have to? I've already had enough fancy hors d'oeuvres and not-so-polite conversation to last me a lifetime."

"Trust me, I know," he agrees ruefully. "But the engagement tour is coming up and that'll give us a chance to do some digging as every royal and celebrity correspondent in Europe's going to be tagging along."

"Madeleine mentioned something about that at dinner last night..."

"Think of it as a weeks-long, multi-destination engagement party."

I stare at him in disbelief. "It's the social season all over again?"

"Kinda. Only this time most of the fixtures will be abroad. The idea is for Chris to parade his new bride around for all of Cordonia's allies to meet and greet before the wedding... with the whole court in tow."

My gut tightens at the mention of Christian's name.

"Will... Will I even be allowed back?" I ask uncertainly. "Christian did kind of kick me out."

"I'll deal with Chris," growls Drake. "He owes you a fucking apology."

I lay a hand on his chest. "Please don't do anything that will get you banished as well."

He lays his hand over mine with a wry twitch of his lips. "Don't worry. I won't. I need access to the Guard's secure network to track down the photographer."

"What about the person who has it in for me?" I ask, running a thumb over his skin. "Won't they come after me again if I go back?"

Drake's face clouds over slightly. "Maybe. But maybe not. I'd like to assume that since they think they succeeded in preventing you from becoming queen, they'll back off."

"I'm sensing a 'but' there..."

He sighs in confirmation. "But we'll need to be careful and take some precautions. We don't know how deep this goes. And we won't find that out until..."

"...we go back to court," I mutter dejectedly.

He’s right — there is no alternative.

With a resigned exhale, I say, "Fine. I'll do it. On three conditions."

Drake drops his head with a groan. "Your provisos are gonna be the death of me, girl."

"You don't know what they are yet."

"But I already know that I'm going to agree to them, despite my better judgement."

"Then I don't see why you're complaining, Walker," I reply sweetly, hooking my leg over his waist to roll myself on top of him. Pushing myself up, I look him square in the eye. "Do I have your attention?"

"Full and undivided," he drawls, sliding his hands eagerly up my thighs.

I roll my eyes at him before turning serious. "First, you're going to teach me self-defence."

His hands stop at my hips as his eyes meet mine questioningly.

"I know you think it's your job to look out for me," I press on, "but you're not always going to be at my side once we return to court. And I don't want to end up in another helpless situation where I am at the mercy of someone bigger and stronger than me, especially while whoever has it in for me is still out there and will probably not be best pleased that I've come back. So, if the situation arises, I want to be able to hold my own... On my own."

He assesses me for a long moment. "Alright."

"Thank you," I say, bending down to kiss him softly on the lips.

His hand fists into my hair to hold me against his mouth so he can return my kiss with heartfelt vigour. "Second?" he asks gruffly.

"You're going to take me on a proper date. Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards."

He arches a brow. "Am I, now?"

"Yes. You are," I inform him decisively. "Since you drove all this way, I want a day out in Paris with you. Like we did that day in the capital. Take the opportunity to see the sights, eat some good food... just the two of us. Because I doubt we'll have a chance to do something like this when we get back to Cordonia."

"The other dates not pass muster then?"

"Oh, so they were dates, were they?" I ask with equal dryness. "I thought you didn't do those."

"Never said I didn't," he replies. "But you were technically off-limits at the time, so..."

"I don't think plausible deniability's gonna fly, bud," I tell him. "Apparently we weren't as discreet as we thought we were..."

His brows furrow. "Who knows?"

"That I know of? Let's see... Maxwell and Hana, obviously..."

"Guess there's not much of a surprise there..."

"...Olivia..."

Drake pulls a face.

"...or at least, she suspects...and Leo."

Drake's brows shoot up in surprise. "Leo?"

"It took him all of two seconds to figure out something was up between us in Monaco."

"Which means Chris might know as well..." he sighs. "Fuck..."

"I'm guessing you haven't talked to him yet?"

He shakes his head.

A disturbing idea pops into my head. "Do... Do you think he sent me away because he found out about us?"

The look on Drake's face tells me that he's thinking along the same lines. "I don't know," he admits eventually. "Guess we'll find out when we get back. And the third thing?"

"You're going to order us room service," I tell him with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. "I'm starving."

He lets out a throaty chuckle. "When are you not?"

"I'm not going to apologise for having a healthy appetite," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.

In the next instant, I find myself on my back with Drake looming over me.

"Deal," he murmurs, trailing hot kisses down my neck as he pins my arms above my head. "But I get to have dessert first."

"Oh?" I ask with a grin. "What were you planning to have?"

"You."

My mouth drops open in surprise as he begins making his way down the valley between my breasts while drawing his hands down my sides. "But you... We already..."

"That was this morning," he states matter-of-factly, trailing his tongue down the sensitive diagonal from my hip bone to my groin, making me shiver. Glancing down at him, I see the heat in his eyes as he adds, "It's lunchtime now."

"Are you...planning on having me for dinner as well?" I ask shakily as he moves lower to the inside of my thighs.

"I'm not going to apologise for having a healthy appetite," he declares with a wolfish grin, grabbing my hips to yank me towards him.

I gasp when his tongue makes contact with my already slick centre.

Fisting my hands into his hair, I arch myself into his mouth with a moan.

He loops his arms around my legs and uses his fingers to spread me wider before drawing his tongue over the length of my clit with exquisite slowness, making me shudder.

"Christ, you taste good..." he whispers before eagerly flicking his tongue over me again... and again... and again.

"Drake...!" I plead, throwing my head back.

"Hmm?"

"Drake, please...!"

While what he’s doing is incredible, it’s driving me to the edge of reason, and if he doesn’t pick up the pace soon, I’m going to scream.

"Please, what, Gale?" he drawls, circling my wet folds lazily.

Ohmygodheismaddening! "Please... just... just..."

I can’t seem to be able to get the words out, so I resort to thrusting my hips up at him, hoping he'll get the message.

But his arms are locked around my middle, keeping me pinned exactly where he wants me... at the mercy of his teasing mouth and tongue.

"Just trust me," he assures me, glancing up briefly from between my thighs with a look that makes my heart skip a beat. "I'm gonna take my time and you're going to enjoy every last second of it."

I whimper as he dives back in to swirl, lick and glide over me as if he has all the time in the world.

As he works me insanely slowly, but surely towards release, my breath starts coming in shorter and shorter pants until it felt like I’m going to stop breathing all together as my entire being becomes subsumed by the frankly unparalleled sensations he is drawing from my body.

"Drake... Oh, my God... Drake...!

Without skipping a beat with his mouth, he responds to my cries by shoving his fingers into my tight centre, making me scream as I finally — blessedly! — explode.

Stars burst in front of my eyes as he helps me ride the orgasm to its glorious peak before easing me back down to earth again, my entire body throbbing with ecstasy.

As my consciousness settles languidly back into my body after the mind-bending high, I become aware of the sound of a phone vibrating.

"Don't move," Drake commands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he withdraws from between my legs. "I ain’t done with you yet..."

All I can manage is a wheezy squeak in response.

Being in bed with this guy is unreal...

My entire body feels like it’s been turned to Jell-O and my head is still spinning from the intense climax he had just put me through. So, even if I wanted to, there is no way I can even think about going anywhere, let alone being able to actually move my limbs.

God only knows what he plans to do to me next...!

I hazily watch him locate his suit pants on the floor next to the bed. Picking them up, he pulls his phone from one of the pockets and I see his mouth twist slightly at the sight of the caller ID.

With a resigned sigh, he accepts the call.

"Yeah?"

While he listens to whoever is on the other end of the line, offering the occasional mutter of acknowledgement in response to what is being said, I let my eyes drift over his chiselled body, his ruggedly handsome face that is creased in annoyance at the interruption, and up to his silky, chocolate-coloured hair, which is sticking up in all directions from where I held onto it for dear life moments ago.

And even though he is standing in front of me in all his masculine perfection, having given me yet another mind-blowing orgasm, I still can’t quite believe that this is for real, and not just some mystical daydream.

"Alright. I'll be there."

"W-what?" I ask, my voice still shaky, as he ends the call.

"Looks like we'll have to do Paris another time," he replies sourly, dropping his phone on the bedside table.

"Why?" I ask with a frown.

"Chris wants me back."

My stomach drops. "Sounds ominous... Did he tell you why?"

"To discuss what happened at the Ball. He told me last night he wanted to talk, but I didn't think he'd set up the meeting for tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow?!" I exclaim, bolting upright. "But that means—"

"Yeah. I know. It's gonna be a long drive."

"Are we ever going to catch a break?" I groan, flopping back down onto the bed in exasperation.

"Well..." he drawls with a sexy smirk as he crawls back onto the bed… like a tiger stalking its prey. "It's only 1pm now. There's still plenty of time between now and when we'll need to leave in the morning..."

"Nuh-uh, cowboy," I declare, pressing a hand into his chest as he attempts to climb on top of me again. "You've had your fun. Now you need t—"

"But I'm still hungry..." he murmurs seductively, parting my thighs with his knee as he looks down at me like I’m a piece of prime rib-eye, and he hasn’t eaten in days. "...and you're still wet."

A soft moan escapes me as I feel his blazing erection nudge against me.

"Drake..." I sigh, more in need than in protest.

As even though my stomach is grumbling about not having eaten since the Coronation Ball, the rest of my body is screaming out for a very different kind of sustenance.

I’m never going to get enough of him...

But given that we slept through breakfast, and it’s now early afternoon, I know I need food, especially if Drake’s planning on putting me through even more intense cardio.

So, with concerted effort, I open my eyes and flick my hips slightly to the side, denying him access.

He raises a brow at me. "Y’think you can escape, huh?"

In the next instant, I’m straddling him with my legs wrapped around his waist as he sits back on his heels.

I try to squirm away, but his hands are locked onto my backside with an iron grip, holding me steady against his hard length.

"I told ya, girl," he growls, nipping at my neck. "I ain’t done with you yet."

"And I told you that I need food," I counter breathlessly. "Now get on the phone and order some before I pass out from hunger."

He assesses me for a long moment, no doubt weighing the pros and cons of quickly finishing what we started now, versus being able to take our time later.

I keep my gaze steady, even though every fibre of my being is crying out for him.

"Alright," he concedes, dropping a kiss on my nose as he loosens his hold on me. "But after lunch, you're mine."

"Aren't you demanding?" I quip as I quickly slide off the bed before he can change his mind.

"Harper. You have no idea how many times and how many ways I've imagined getting you down and dirty," he says softly, his hot gaze licking over my body. "So, I'll be damned if we're leaving this room until we absolutely have to. Especially since we can no longer have a week to ourselves like I was planning on."

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. "You... you want to condense a week's worth of sex into one afternoon?!"

"If you're game," he confirms with a cocksure grin. "Or you worried you won't be able to keep up?"

I gulp.

He's already blown my mind three times in the space of six hours (at least five of which we had spent sleeping) and I’m sure I can survive the marathon sex session he obviously has in mind without turning into a drooling vegetable.

But — like him — I’ve waited too goddamn long to pass up on uninterrupted, no-holds-barred time with each other.

"You know I can hold my own against you, Walker," I reply, crossing my arms determinedly over my chest.

Famous last words, Harper...

"Good," he grins. "Because who knows when we'll next get a chance to be together like this, just the two of us. So, I intend to make the most of it."

"You'd better get on that phone then, shouldn't you, cowboy?" I purr as I saunter towards the bathroom. Pausing in the doorway, I glance back at him with a sultry look. "Clock's a-ticking."

I underscore the last word with a smack on my ass.

In the space of a heartbeat, Drake's leapt off the bed like a panther, crossing the distance between us in a flash.

But before he can reach me, I've closed and locked the door.

"Hard foul, Gale!" he decries from the other side of the barrier.

"Maybe I like making you work for it, Walker," I tease.

I hear him chuckle before he reluctantly shuffles off to ring up for food.

With a wry shake of my head, I make my way over to the shower.

I smell like Drake and sex — a heady combination for sure! — and even though he made it clear that we will be staying in bed for the rest of the day, I want to freshen myself up a bit at halftime.

Catching sight of myself in the oversized mirror, my jaw drops in shock.

My entire body is flushed, my hair looks like a tornado has swept through it, and I can see the glistening results of our amorous activities smeared on the insides of my thighs.

A snort of amused disbelief escapes me as I stare at myself.

I was no virgin, but I have never looked — or felt — like this after sex.

Obviously, I’d spent more than a few sleepless nights during the social season imaging what it would be like with Drake, but he has somehow managed to blow even my wildest fantasies out of the water.

And while every girl dreams of finding that one guy who can not only rock her world, but who also has the looks and personality to match, I have definitely hit the jackpot with Drake!

I throw my reflection a self-satisfied grin as I grab a hair-tie from my make-up bag and twist my hair into a bun on top of my head while I complete the journey to the shower.

Turning the water on full whack, I grab a towel while I wait for the water to warm up. Stepping under the spray, I let out a low exhale as the hot stream hits my neck and chest and cascades down my body.

After hanging out for a few minutes, I reach for the mini bottle of body wash, humming softly under my breath.

Despite everything that has happened over the past week or so, I feel like I am the luckiest girl in the world. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I‘ve been this happy... Maybe when my parents announced that they were taking me to Disneyland for my tenth birthday.

I am in the process of opening the cap when I yelp in surprise, nearly dropping the bottle as I feel arms wrap around my waist.

"I told you not to do that!" I exclaim, whirling around to face Drake.

"You've never told me not to get in the shower with you," he replies in a deadpan manner.

I can't help but laugh as he spins me back around and extracts the little bottle from my fingers to place it back on the rack. "You and your technicalities, Walker... But how did y—?"

"I have my methods," he responds roguishly, leaning in to drop kisses on my shoulder while his hands slide down my back to round the curve of my hips, like they had done at the beach party when he had spread sunscreen on me.

But unlike that afternoon where I had to mentally restrain myself from responding to his touch, I now let my backside thrust unashamedly towards him, and a shiver runs down my spine as I brush against his already — still? — hard cock. "But the food..."

"Ordered and on its way," he breathes into my ear, running his hand up my stomach to my breasts, making me moan as his fingers find my nipple.

"Then should... shouldn't we—?" I gasp as his other hand snakes down to dive between my legs, short-circuiting my brain in the process.

"Chillax, Gale," he whispers as he proceeds to circle my still-sensitive clit with his fingers. "We have thirty minutes before it gets here. And I intend to make full use of it."

My eyes flutter shut with a throaty moan as his hands get to work in earnest. I lace my fingers into his hair to steady myself, leaning back against his firm body.

After a few delicious swirls that leave me panting, he changes tack to begin sliding his fingers back and forth, the heel of his hand braced against my public bone to keep me flush against him.

"Drake..." I whimper as the fingers of his other hand circle my nipple with the same sensual rhythm while the steady stream of water pummels my chest, sliding down my stomach and legs like a caress.

"Yes, Gale?" he drawls, running his tongue up the side of my exposed neck to my earlobe.

My entire body is still tingling from earlier, so it’s taken no time at all for him to coax me into readiness. But this time, I want more than just his fingers… amazing as they were at making me forget my own name.

"Drake, I need you..."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he smirks against my neck.

He pushes me forward and my hands fly out instinctively to splay against the walls of the shower to stop myself from falling over. Grabbing my waist to pull me back against him, and I feel him shove my legs wider with his foot.

I inhale sharply as he slides in, my hands slipping down the wet tiles as my entire body curls around the sensation of us joining together again.

"Jesus, you're tight..." he grunts as he adjusts his hold on me.

I gasp as he begins to move slowly.

He’s right. It does feel tighter and much more intense from this angle. Like he’s pushing himself into the very centre of my being, every movement of his hips making me quiver.

"You okay?" he asks, running a hand down my back questioningly.

In response, I slide my hands up the wall and arch my back, changing the angle slightly. I hear a groan escape him as I shove myself back against him more forcefully. Taking the hint, he picks up the pace, tightening his hold on my waist to keep me exactly where I need to be for maximum effect.

I throw my head back, revelling in the heart-stopping feel of us coming together again and again, each thrust making me call out his name with increasing urgency.

"Fuck, Harper," he pants, his fingers digging into my skin. "You have no idea...how hot you are...right now..."

"Hot enough... to make you come?" I ask saucily, rocking my backside against him. My entire body is trembling with anticipation, but I don’t want to let go until he’s ready as well.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, yes..."

"Then don't hold back."

With a low growl in the back of his throat, he yanks me back forcefully against him at the same time as he drives forward.

I gasp, feeling the force of the penetration all the way up in my throat.

The gasp turns into a moan as he slowly slides out before impaling himself deep inside me again, this time making me cry out at the intensity of the sensation.

He repeats the pattern, again and again, each time a bit faster until he's barreling into me so hard and fast that we're both calling out desperately for God and each other as we become overwhelmed by the experience.

He explodes inside of me with a guttural cry, and I feel myself constrict around him before I am shattered a heartbeat later by a deep-seated release that rocks me to my very soul.

My arms give way and I slump against the cool tiles of the shower, my entire body pulsing from head to toe, as I gulp desperately for air.

"Christ, girl," pants Drake.

Opening my eyes with some difficulty to glance behind me, I see that he is leaning against the wall, his face flushed from exertion, chest heaving as he tries to calm his breathing.

"That was... something else,” he says, swallowing thickly.

"Worth making you work for it?" I ask with a languid grin, closing my eyes again.

He scoffs wryly. "I'm not gonna answer that."

"Why not?"

"Because I'd be lying if I said 'no'. But I know that if I say 'yes' then you'll just take that as a free pass to make me work for it every time."

"Not every time..." I correct, pushing myself off the wall and turning to face him on shaky legs. "Just... most of the time."

"Uh-huh..." he mutters unconvincedly, brushing his knuckles down my cheek.

"It would be for your benefit, Walker," I purr, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning into him. "You just admitted that it was worth it."

"I said no such thing," he counters, running his fingers down my neck and then my shoulder.

"Yes," I insist breathlessly, my body arching towards him on its own volition, as if it still needed more. "You did."

"I was talking provisorily."

"That's a fancy word, Mr Walker," I remark with an arched brow. "You got a law degree in addition to your Poli-Sci and medical degrees, that I don't know about?"

"I never actually finished my degree."

"Oh. Right. Because of Christian..." I smack myself mentally on the forehead. "Sorry, I thought..."

"It's fine," he replies, dropping a kiss on my nose. "Like you said — I've lived it all already. Going off to uni was more of an excuse to get away from court than getting the expensive piece of paper at the end of it."

"Don't you want to go back and finish it?"

"Not really. I mean, it wouldn't make any difference if I did. But, anyway," he says, reaching for the shower gel behind me. "Food's going to be here in a minute, and we should make ourselves at least moderately presentable."

We quickly soap and rinse ourselves off. Drake gets out of the shower first and is in the process of towelling himself off when there's a knock on the door.

Wrapping the towel quickly around his waist, he strides out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him to give me privacy while he dealt with the room service.

I soak myself for a little while longer, not really wanting to move. But when my stomach rumbles loudly, I decide to turn the water off. After drying myself off, I shrug into one of the hotel bathrobes. Glancing up at the mirror, I let my hair out of its bun and untangled it with my fingers.

Taking a deep breath, I look my reflection in the eye.

"Well, here goes..."

I walk out of the bathroom and am greeted by a sight that stops me dead in my tracks.

Drake has pulled the desk away from the wall to create a make-shift dining table at the foot of the bed and laid it as if we were in a fancy restaurant. But what really takes my breath away is the fact that he is standing shirtless next to the bed, faded jeans slung low over his hips, twirling a single red rose between his fingers.

"M'lady," he drawls, offering me the flower.

"What's all this?" I ask dazedly, taking the rose.

"You said you wanted a proper date," he replies. "Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards. Since we can’t go into Paris like you wanted, I've had to improvise."

"Drake Walker the romantic," I tease with smile, lifting the rose to my nose. "Who'd've thunk it...?"

"Yeah, yeah," he smirks with a roll of his eyes. "I'm a big ol' marshmallow. Just don't tell anybody..."

"Your secret's safe with me, Romeo," I promise with a wink. "As long as you really are willing to go the whole nine yards and break out the awkward ice-breaker questions and first-date nerves."

He cocks a brow at me as he leads me to the end of the bed. "Don't you think we're a bit past all that, Gale?"

"Yeah," I concede. "But I still want to do it. There's a lot that I don't know about you."

"What d’you want to know?" he asks, walking around the table to sit down next to me.

"Let's start with some easy ones... Like, are you a dog person or a cat person?"

He shakes his head with a wry smile as he picks up his fork and knife. "Definitely dog. You?"

"I like both, but I lean towards dogs as well," I reply, cutting into the tenderloin he'd ordered. "Ever had a dog?"

"There have always been a pair of dogs at the ranch, but they were there more to guard the property than to act as pets."

"Have you ever wanted a dog of your own?"

"Yeah, I've thought about it a few times. But with all the travelling and erratic schedules, I didn't think I could make it work. Plus, Regina's allergic, so pets got effectively banned from the Palace when she married Constantine."

"That sucks..." I admit. "You would've thought that with all that space, she wouldn't notice if someone had a dog or a cat."

"I think Chris is planning on revoking that royal order. He's been hankering after a dog ever since he was eight."

"Well, then maybe you can get one too. What's your favourite TV show to binge out on?"

"Archer."

I snort in amusement. "Of course you'd like a dysfunctional workplace comedy featuring a snarky, whiskey-drinking spy."

He glances at me. "I'm surprised you know of it."

"I have three older brothers, remember? They usually ended up in control of the remote, so I've watched pretty much everything they've ever been into. Hence why I lean towards action movies instead of chick flicks. Favourite movie?"

"Eugh... Do I have to pick one?"

"Top three then."

"Die Hard, Bad Boys 2 and The Dark Knight."

"Not any of the Avengers movies?"

"You limited me to three."

I laugh. "Fair enough. Favourite comfort food?"

"Sloppy Joes," he replies, throwing a couple of a fries into his mouth. "It's simple, it's filling, and you can eat it without fancy cutlery."

I glance at him with a grin. "Is that your criteria for good food then?"

"Pretty much," he shrugs. "Though I do appreciate a good steak. Even if it does require a fork and knife."

"I don't think you'd qualify even as part Texan if you didn't," I remark with a smile as he takes a big bite of his own steak.

"What about you?"

"Chocolate chip pancakes – American style, obviously – drenched in maple syrup and topped with bacon."

Drake's eyes widen. "Are you trying to give yourself a heart attack?"

"I don't have them very often. Usually only when I go over to my Nana's. Her pancakes are to die for."

"Yeah. From a trans fat and sugar overload."

"Hey. Don't knock it till you try it."

"I'm not knocking it. I'm sure they're great. But that doesn't mean that it's good for you."

"Says the person with the whiskey obsession?"

"It's not really an obsession... Just a habit I picked up from Dad."

"He was a whiskey man as well?"

"Yeah. He started introducing me to bourbon when I turned 14. And before you say anything..." he cautions with a meaningful look, "the legal drinking age here is lower than in the States."

"Actually, I was going to say that I'm surprised a 14-year-old could enjoy a whiskey. It's not exactly an introductory kind of drink."

"To be honest," he says with a small smile, "I didn't really care for it initially. But at the funeral, everyone was served a shot as a way to remember him by. And I guess that made it take on a new significance for me."

"So, it's something you do to honour his memory?"

"Kinda. At least, I did to start with. I'd do a shot on special days – like his birthday, Christmas, that kind of stuff. But, over time, I learned to appreciate the whiskey for itself. So, it basically became my go-to drink."

"What's your favourite whiskey?"

"That I've ever tried, or drink regularly?"

"Both."

"That Eagle Rare I had on Hana's yacht was pretty special. So, that's probably the best I've ever had. In terms of favourite that I drink regularly, it's Maker’s Mark. It's cheap and easy to get hold of pretty much anywhere."

"What about your break-in-case-of-emergency whiskey? Is that not a favourite?"

"It is, but it's not one I drink regularly."

"Because it's so strong?"

"Because it's about two grand a pop."

I nearly drop my fork. "You gave me whiskey worth $2,000? So I could wash down some painkillers?"

"Was it, or was it not an emergency?"

"You could've given me a glass of water!"

"Yeah, but the whiskey did the trick, didn't it?" he shrugs nonchalantly. "It knocked you out for about six hours."

I shake my head in disbelief. "You're impossible..."

"I thought you knew that by now," he murmurs with a side-long glance as he polishes off the rest of his food.

God, he’s infuriating!

But when he looks at me like that, brow raised suggestively, mocha eyes sparkling, a smile tugging at his lips — not to mention shirtless — he could commit first degree murder in front of me and I'd still want him.

"Anyway," he declares, setting his fork and knife down on his empty plate and turning to face me. "I believe it's my turn to ask the questions."

"Oh, yeah?" I grin, reaching for the chocolate soufflé. "What do you want to know?"

"Do you prefer this...?" he asks, flicking the folds of the robe apart.

I suck in a breath as he ghosts his right hand up the inside of my thigh.

"...or this...?"

He tugs the top of the robe off my shoulder with his other hand to feather his fingers over my collarbone, making me shiver.

I grip the edge of the bed, dessert forgotten. "Do I... do I have to choose?"

"Yes," he confirms, his right hand moving over my stomach to trace the inside of my other thigh while his left hand trailed up to my neck.

My eyes flutter shut as I gasp, "But everything you do is amazing..."

"I want to know what turns you on more."

"Mmm..." I bite my bottom lip as his hands continue to explore. "First one..."

"Good choice," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "And now that we're done eating, tell me where you want to do it next."

"Actually," I gasp as he yanks the rest of the robe off me, "there's still the chocolate soufflé..."

"You can have it later," he declares, pulling me onto his lap so I'm straddling him.

"Hey," I protest. "You've had your dessert, I want to have mine. Plus," I add, giving him a playful look, "those killer abs of yours look like they'd pair nicely with some gooey chocolate sauce."

He quirks a brow at me. "Are you sure it's the soufflé you're after, Gale?"

"Yes," I murmur, tracing the contours of his abs with my fingers. "But I think you'll be delicious as well, Walker."

He throws his head back with a laugh. "Fine. You can use me as a dining table. But I get to return the favour."

"What makes you think there'll be any left for you?" I ask, pushing him back onto the bed. "After all," I purr, drawing my tongue up his stomach to his chest, making him groan, "I love chocolate."

The story continues in Chapter 4 - Southbound

A/N: So previously, I know I had Drake say that his go-to whiskey was Jack Daniels (and the wine-cellar chapter in Lythikos I had Drake bring a bottle of JD with him as well). But I have since been informed by by whiskey aficionado’s that JD is only really drunk by women, college kids and people who have no idea what real whiskey tastes like, and so, if Drake is a serious whiskey drinker, he wouldn’t touch JD with a ten-foot pole (on the basis that it’s sticky-sweet and has a rather unsophisticated taste in comparison to other (better) whiskey). I have therefore update the references to JD to Maker’s Mark instead (as I was told that this is the ‘lowest’ quality a season whiskey drinker would deign to stoop to).

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[yoonieboonie]

The Substitute Lover (1)

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, angst hehe

pairing: myg x reader

summary: Finally meeting the college boy you've been eyeing on for months, everything goes wrong when you realise what you're really getting yourself into.

a/n: this is my first ever fic!! i hope you guys take time and read it 🥺 suggestions are welcome! NEXT | PREVIOUS

Moving to Seoul was a dream come true. For someone who lived in the farmland of Daegu, you always imagined what the city would be like. A concrete jungle far from the roaring fields that's all you've ever known, a breath of fresh air— metaphorically speaking.

Fuelled by dreams, and frankly a few wons to your name— you took the risk and moved your life in order to pursue your studies in the metro. Your thoughts drift to the heaps of paperwork that needs to be accomplished after this and frankly, you are exhausted.

You sigh, as you finally step in your worn down but still livable apartment. You got it for a really good deal since your mother is a friend of the landlady. You tried your best to make it as homey as you can. Placing a few touches of home to every corner.

"What does this even mean?" you wondered aloud, reading the email for the third time as if it would magically unsend itself. It was from the professor of your Humanities class, announcing the change of schedule. Your afternoon classes are now moved to morning, taking away all of the few hours of rest you get after getting home. You groaned and moved the cursor to tick the 'agreed' box. It's not like you have a choice anyways.

You drag your feet to class the next morning, sitting to the far right corner and preventing any interaction from the fellow victims of the change in schedule. Confused if your eyes are playing tricks, your hands flew to your thick-rimmed glasses to push it further up your nose. Then you saw it, the mint green hair that stood out in every room. To say that he intrigued you is an understatement. You are drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. You keep on looking for him at every corner of the campus, just catching a glimpse of him makes your day. He as usual is squished between his two friends who are chattering in the early hours of the morning.

The professor arrived not long after, immediately discussing the basic concept of Humanities, you scramble to get a pen and your notebook. If there's one thing you take seriously, it's your studies. You did not risk everything and moved here just to slack off.

The mint hair boy suddenly forgotten, you blink in shock as an orange head snapped to view your direction.

"Hi, I'm Hoseok. May I borrow a pen?" He asks, a hand rubbing his nape. You nodded mutely handing a pen, trying to show nonchalance that he is talking to me. The interaction had the student council president, if you remember correctly, shake his head.

"What? It's not my fault that you refused to lend me one despite of bringing a whole school supply store with you all the time." Hoseok muttered to which the president tried to counter, earning a snarl from the mint haired boy in the middle to shut the banter up.

Lecture flew by and hungry for a few hours more of sleep, you dash to the exit only to hear a voice calling out a 'hey'. You turned to look and see Hoseok waving your pen in the air.

You smiled and grabbed the pen from his hand. You bowed out of respect, and turned to leave. Only for Hoseok to grab your arm, making you halt and gently pull away.

He sheepishly smiled and apologised for catching you off guard. "It's just, I didn't get your name!" he chirped.

Panic bubbled inside you as you see his two friends catch up to him. You were not prepared at all to meet the boy you've been eyeing on for months.

"Y/N." You replied shortly and bowed again as you turned to leave. It was too late as you hear a new voice address you.

"Hey, Y/N? I've been wanting to know your name for months! Aren't you the one who stole my spot as the top Scrabble player in the campus?" The student campus president joked to which you gave a hearty laugh back, remembering the match.

"That's me." You replied curtly. You really want to leave, the zoo in your stomach will be the death of you. The boy who is silent until now is busy adjusting the case of his guitar.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. This is Yoongi." he gestured to the mint haired boy who just looked up. He gave you a curt nod that shot electricity to your veins.

"Let's eat lunch together, Y/N!" Hoseok beamed, catching all of us off guard. You racked your brain for an excuse but found none. Here you are 30 minutes later, trying to answer every question Hoseok and Namjoon have for you.

You learned that all of them are voice majors, Yoongi and Hoseok minored in guitar while Namjoon in flute. They had to retake Humanities because they failed to take the final exam due to the conflict of schedule thus the need to enroll again this semester.

Quietly finishing your meal, you nod off to the trio and started to gather your things. You fixed your thick rimmed glasses and your skirt that reached your ankles. Namjoon eyed you from head to toe, not bothering to hide the judgment that came with it. You shrugged and bid goodbye.

"Thank you for the company. See you guys around." You bid and thinking that it's probably your last and only chance to talk to Yoongi, you call for him.

"See you around, Yoongi." You beamed. Hoseok roared with laughter as Yoongi blushed from the sudden attention. Namjoon watched in amusement as the whole scene plays out.

You finally, turned to leave the trio behind.

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  After a week, it was time for your Humanities class again. This time, you arrived earlier, sitting at your usual spot.

Not long after, students started filing in the the classroom. That's when you spotted a familiar orange head. He excitedly waved at you and grabbed onto Yoongi and Namjoon's arms for them to come and sit next to you.

You laugh heartily and paid them no mind. Hoseok whispered next to you if you wanted to eat lunch again after class. You nodded, truly enjoying the trio's company. Sure, you wanted to come because Yoongi was there, but also because Namjoon and Hoseok are cool to be with.

After class, you all headed to the cafeteria. You started to line up eyeing the dishes carefully. Just watching then made your mouth water. Distracted, you bump into the person in front of you. You gasped, as you mutter an apology, profusely bowing your head. That's when you heard surprised reactions from the small crowd that noticed the interaction. Slowly you felt cold liquid drip on your head, down to your clothes.

That draws the line. You may not be from here, and you may not look like much but you surely can defend yourself. You opened your mouth to speak when you were gently shoved behind someone's shoulder. As if shielding you from the student who poured the liquid on you.

"Is there a problem here?" Namjoon's voice was cold as ice. The student, probably in fear of getting in trouble tried to pin the blame on you to which another voice countered.

"I saw you from where I was sitting. Tell the truth, it's getting embarrassing." Hoseok, who is suddenly next to you, yawns.

"It's fine. It's water, it'll dry." You said confidently, smiling at the student who looked scared for her dear life. She looks younger, so you cut her some slack.

You bought your food and sat back at our table. You could feel the three of them eyeing you as you chomp down on your first proper meal of the day. You glanced at Yoongi, who for the first time since you've met was looking at you. You beamed at him before wiping your mouth with a napkin, as you cleared your throat.

"Yoongi, would you like to have coffee tomorrow?" you asked, my hands under the table over your lap.

Hoseok and Namjoon looked shocked beyond words. Yoongi on the other hand, didn't even spare you a glance. You winced internally but kept your composure cool. Namjoon cleared his throat and pushed a bottle of water towards my direction.

"Maybe you need a drink, Y/N." You accepted and drank. Then after, you faced Yoongi again.

"Is that a yes?"

It's Hoseok's turn to intervene now, using a napkin to get your glasses from your nose and wipe it. He tried to dry your hair too but you leaned away from his touch.

"Y/N, I think it's best you let this go." Namjoon spoke again.

"Why? Are you dating anyone?" You questioned further.

That seemed to be the last straw for Yoongi for he stood up, gathered his music sheets and left the three of us, not even bothering to carry his lunch.

Hoseok looked around the table before laughing in amusement. Namjoon joining not long after. You looked at them, confused beyond words.

"You are something else, Y/N. Now I know why we were always told to not judge a book by its cover." Namjoon beamed.

Hoseok just patted your head. Both of them bidding goodbye, as Namjoon stopped to browse in his notes. He slipped a paper to you and when you glanced down, it looked like their schedule this semester.

You smiled and bid them goodbye.

  You'll try again tomorrow.

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  The following day, you woke up earlier than usual to buy two iced Americanos. If you're lucky, Yoongi might like something to drink before their recital's daily rehearsal.

As if on cue, you hear Hoseok's loud laughter at the campus yard and as expected Yoongi and Namjoon are there with him. You raise your hand and wave towards them as you see Yoongi's eyes darken.

You paid no mind and dragged your feet towards the trio. You stopped in front of them, fixing your glasses and smoothing out your green cardigan. Namjoon like his usual habit, eyed you up and down and scrunched his nose at your taste in clothes. That made you chuckle out loud.

"Hi, Yoongi. I bought you an iced Americano." I offered, handing out the cold beverage. He eyed it carefully, before accepting it and shoving it to Hoseok's face.

Hoseok winced and looked at you apologetically. You shook your head and smiled.

"That's okay, I didn't peg you as an Americano guy anyway. How about an iced Latte for tomorrow?" you quipped, not giving up.

"Look, Y/N, isn't it?" Yoongi started. "I do appreciate the gesture but I am not interested. I am taken, and will never be available."

You felt your shoulder slump. That makes sense, with how he looks and the entirety of him, it was impossible for him to be single. You nodded and started to apologise when you heard Hoseok chirp beside you.

"No he's not!"

  "Hoseok!" Namjoon hissed. Hoseok shrugged his shoulders and dragged you away. With one last look at Yoongi, you followed Hoseok.

"Look, I'll help you. Just tell me what you need." Hoseok bounced with excitement. You laughed, you honestly didn't think you'd get this far.

"It's okay, I got this." You whispered to Hoseok.

"Hey, Min Yoongi!" you called out. He turned to look at you and you raised your hand to point at the bulletin board. He quipped his head to the side as if challenging you to continue. You sighed and moved closer to the board to point at the upcoming examination schedule.

"Our finals is coming up soon." You stated.

  "If I beat you and score higher than you, then we'll go on that date. Otherwise, you'll never hear from me again." You challenged.

Namjoon whistled at that, onlookers started to get interested and eventually started to taunt Yoongi. You smirk and wait for his response.

Hoseok and Namjoon are in the sidelines, watching and honestly enjoying their friend's struggle. Hoseok lazily drinking the iced Americano that you bought for Yoongi.

Yoongi stayed silent and you took that as your cue to leave, only a few steps in, you turned and moved closer to a glaring Yoongi.

"Oh, I forgot something!" you exclaimed.

You then stalked towards him, grabbing both of his collar towards you. Eliminating the height difference, you inched your face closer to his until your lips met. It was a quick peck but just enough to make the crowd roar and make Yoongi burn red in embarrassment.

You slowly took a step back. Bidding Namjoon and Hoseok goodbye.

What the fuck did you just do? -------------------------------------------------------------------------

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[fancybehaviour]

Daddy Woes

Summary:

Harry is a good husband; so he sends his wife out on a much needed girls day. James Sirius is a naughty boy; so he sends his father down an anxiety spiral.

Notes:

Written for @harryandginuary BINGO!

Prompt I 23: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” “Do you not like zucchini?”

The sun had sunk low on the horizon, and in a few minutes would dissapear for the night. About dinner time, thought Ginny, as she made her way home after a long enjoyable day, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cobble. As she walked, she rewinded the highlights of her girls day out with Hermione and Luna in her head. Ginny had had an absolute hoot meeting her friends.She was sure she would continue to reminisce until the next time she could have such a day; after all being the mother of a seven month old meant that such trips were a rarity and she cherished them a lot.

Her legs ached from all the walking around she did while she helped Luna shop for her trip and she was looking forward to taking the nice long bath her husband had promised to draw her. She let out a sigh as she thought of sinking her aching legs in a hot bath, her husband perched at the edge of her bathtub as she gave him an exaggerated recount of the day's events peppered with silly nonsensical jokes, him guffawing at them all even though he had already heard them all. He did that a lot these days, laughing. Especially since the birth of their beautiful boy.

She felt a swell of love rise in her as she thought of her family; her seven month old baby son who could scream the house down and her loving husband who tried his best to give her respite from the said infant. 

"Harry?" she called, pushing the front door to close and locking it. "James darling? I'm back home. Did you boys have fun?". She continued heading towards the kitchen where she could hear noises, taking care not to trip over the many toys that were strewn about their living room. Courtesy of their many relatives and friends, James seemed to have an amount of toys that seemed absolutely ridiculous to Ginny who couldn't remember seeing so many toys even at the Burrow, that had been the residence of seven children. Making the matter even more ridiculous was the fact that James's favourite toys were actually the copper pots and pans that he liked to bang about making noise.

It was only when she reached the kitchen and took in the desecration that it was  that she realised that perhaps today, she might be the only one in the Potter household who might have had any semblance of fun.

Eyes darting from her slightly whimpering son in his high chair, to the trail of food spills surrounding him to the multicoloured stains adorning her husband's apron and his miserable face, she decided to address a whole other issue: “Why are there zucchini all over our kitchen?” 

“Do you not like zucchini?”, asked Harry, in a tone that might have been wry if it weren't for the long suffering expression on his face.

"Absolutely not. Can't believe you thought I did, the honor of questionable taste will forever be Hermione's ."

He gave a laugh that seemed more for her benefit (making Ginny wonder if parenthood had done a number on her humour too) and set about cleaning up. Ginny walked into the kitchen and lifted the whimpering toddler into her arms. She pressed a loud smacking kiss on both of his chubby, chubby cheeks, and rocked him gently, seemingly this was all that was needed for his whimpers seemed to slowly subside. She could feel Harry's eyes on them as he continued to clean up the mess; she remained silent, waiting for him to tell her what was weighing on his mind.

Instead he said, "He missed you," so she turns around to see him, looking at them softly with a look on his face that Ginny could only describe as melancholy. It reminded Ginny of her fifth year, when he looked at her like that, like she was everything he wanted but was unattainable.

It seems she was going to have to demand answers after all. Very well.

"Alright Potter, spill. Whatever happened today that has got you relapsing into your teenage angst?"

He laughed, and this time it was a genuine one; BINGO!

Pulling a chair at their kitchen table and settling himself down he said " James kept crying after you left. A lot." 

"Uh-huh. Nothing he hasn't done before. "

"Yeah. Sure. But today I just realised.."

"Yeah?" She asked, settling down into the chair opposite him, shifting James into her lap who seemed very fascinated with playing with her hair.

Harry watched him for a moment and then continued, "I know James crying is nothing new. Yet for some reason, it just bothered me today, you know."

"Uh-huh."

"It made me feel like a bad parent." he confesses, looking a bit surprised himself, perhaps at that he had spoken it out loud, yet continued with "I have been feeling like it a lot these days."

There.The dam had finally broken. Ginny had long since suspected that Harry was having troubles with parenting. She had caught him brooding about with a tea mug in his hands instead of going back to bed after whatever ungodly hour James Sirius had decided to wake them up. 

She tried many times,to get him to talk, but between her own exhaustion, an infant with a strong pair of lungs and Harry's stubborn refusal to burden Ginny with anymore than she was already dealing with nothing had come out of it. But now that he seemed to want to talk, Ginny did not stop him.

"I just… "he paused, and swallowed, something he did when he was overcome with emotion but wanted to bite it down.

"I want to do this right. I have never wanted so badly to do something right in my whole life. Family..it means everything to me and I want to be a good father but I'm afraid I am failing."

"You are an amazing father, Harry."

He shook his head. 

"Am I?"

"Yes" Ginny agreed furiously.

Harry looked into her eyes at that and she hoped he could read her, that he could see himself from her eyes, how she fell in love with him more and more everyday as she saw more and more of dad Harry.

Looking away he continued, "I sure don't feel like it. Today, while you were away, all Jamie wanted was his Mum. I tried everything, feeding him your milk, his favourite toys - yes the pans and pots, we are lucky we have no neighbours- feeding him all sorts of baby food and yet nothing seemed to work for long before he started wailing again. "

Ginny replied, "I don't want to sound like I'm being condescending, but this is the only way I can seem to put it- he's a toddler Harry. No one knows why toddlers do what they do. If he was fussy with you today and missed me I doubt it's because he has decided you were a bad parent."

"I know that - rationally.But the part of me - the same part of me that gets jealous of blokes trying to chat you up or worries that Ron is going to make a new best friend  - that part of me makes me think I have been a bad father."

"Today when Jamie kept crying for you, and I wasn't able to calm him down or feed him any of the amalgamation of baby foods I made- it just felt like I was in over my head, without a clue about what was doing. I might as well have been one of those dads who say they are 'babysitting' their kids and leave them up to their mothers and that's not- I never want to be that."

"I don't just want to do this right, I want be good at this. Like I am at Quidditch or catching dark wizards. I know I can catch a snitch, I know how to find a criminal on the run from law. Just like that, I want to be good at taking care of my son...but today, everything I did kept failing and that made me think.."

"James dented your confidence, didn't he," she said softly.

"He did," Harry agrees looking over at the boy who was happily sucking on his toes, completely ignorant of the spiral he had sent his father through.

Lacing her fingers with his, she said,"My mum told me, with parenting, there's bad days and good days, but you've got to understand that having bad days is not equivalent to being a bad parent."

"I imagine she had a lot of those, with seven of you," replied Harry wryly.

"Two of them Fred and George", Ginny reminded him.

They sat for a moment in silence both lost in thought.

"Gin-"

 "Harry" ,they both started at the same time, and Harry motioned for her to go on.

"I was just thinking - I had help with this. My mum, Fleur, Angelina, my teammates - I had people to talk this with. To reassure me that I wasn't doing things wrong. But you don't have that."

"No. But I've got you."

"You do," she agrees. "But also, maybe you should talk to people too. Maybe my dad or Bill or George"

He snorts at that. "If anyone had told me ten years ago that I'd be talking parenting with George.." he trails off as Ginny gives a light chuckle.

"Seriously though," she says again,       "Give it a try. I'm always here though. To listen. Or if you wanna get competitive over who is the worse parent".

Grinning, he says "I fed him courgettes Gin. He hated it. I'm winning this game." and she smiles at him, simply happy to see him happy.

"Oh and what is it?", she asks, and at his quizzical raise of eyebrows she elaborates, "that you wanted to say? You wanted to say something but you let me go first."

At that he gives her a wide smile and says, 

"Just that I love you."

[heresalittlestory]

You are reaching the end of what has turned out to be one of your favourite interviews of your entire career. You still can't believe you scored the opportunity to interview Beastie Boys, who you had admired for years, at their G Son studio. You enjoyed their banter and tried to keep up with their witty humour though the interview went off track several times. You loved how they could talk so earnestly about bullshit stories they made up, and your crush on Adrock and MCA was stronger than ever having spent an just under an hour with them in person. As you stand up to leave, Adrock is bragging about winning his last mix tape battle with Yauch.

"He has a pretty sweet finger on the pause button" Yauch agrees, winking at you, "but I'm not letting him beat me that easily, I've got some ideas for our next round."

"Thanks for your time, guys, this was fun," you try to savour the last few moments before leaving, thinking this day could not get any better. You are proven wrong when you receive a call from Adrock that afternoon. 

"Hey, I was just curious," he starts, "did you enjoy getting to know us better this morning?"

"Sure, why is that?" you respond, wondering what he is getting at.

"Well, Adam and I were talking and we'd like to get to know you a little better too." You detect a playful tone in his voice and feel your cheeks flush. You try not to sound too keen, responding, "oh, I'll have to check my diary."

Adrock isn't giving up easily, saying he had better see you on his doorstep at 6. Giddy with excitement and nerves, you pick out a nice casual dress and head to the address he gave you.

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"I see your schedule was clear?" Adrock smirks as he opens the door. You smile shyly and walk in, breathing in the delicious smell of pesto. Adrock leads you to the kitchen where Yauch is cooking pesto pasta, he had been boasting about his recipe earlier that day. You notice he has thrown a plaid jacket over the grey t shirt he's wearing, it looks soft and well-worn. "Hey, nice of you to come over," he greets you with a mischievous smile.

Following dinner and a heated game of scrabble - in which Adrock once again beat Yauch and wouldn't stop rubbing it in - you are feeling confident and slide your hand onto Adrock's thigh, squeezing it gently. He returns the gesture, moving his hand further up your thigh towards where you are burning with desire. Yauch leaves to take a phone call and Adrock seizes the opportunity, leading you to his room. You are filled with nervous excitement, realising the guy you had been lusting after for so long is now hungry for you. Adam undoes the zip on the back of your dress and you let it fall to the floor. You unhook your bra and move over to his bed, watching with anticipation as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head, exposing his smooth chest and well-toned biceps. "You know, I spent that whole interview wishing I could see you like this" Adam says, and you giggle thinking how you been wishing the same thing about him. He lays you down and leans over you, kissing your lips as you let your hands roam along his lean torso. He directs his attention to your neck, kissing softly as he moves down further and then takes one nipple between his teeth, biting gently and drawing a faint squeal from you. He begins sucking as he plays with your free breast with his fingers.

Suddenly the door opens behind Adrock and you both freeze. You catch a momentary look of surprise on Yauch's face before a playful look spreads across it. "Starting without me? That's not how we're going to play this game."

Adrock frowns, "Come on, man, she chose me."

"Oh, is that right?" Yauch turns to you, and you can't help feeling amused watching them challenge each other again, but also a little annoyed that he's interupting this moment for you. 

You start to feel self-conscious and sit up, reaching for your bra. "No, don't stop!" Yauch demands, his hungry eyes gazing over your exposed body. He winks at Adrock as he walks over and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, "Adrock might have kicked my ass in scrabble tonight, but I'm not letting him win you over without a fight."

You feel the warmth between your legs growing, and despite Adrock's frown you catch a spark of excitement in his eyes. 

Adrock resumes his torturous journey down your body and somehow every touch feels even more electric with Yauch watching you both, jealousy in his eyes. You feel Adrock's breath on your lower region as he moves his head down between your legs. You quiver with anticipation. He takes you into his mouth, sucking gently at your labia before parting your lips with his tongue. He begins swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit and gazes up at you, taking in the pleasure in your face as you throw your head back. You writhe underneath him as his grip on your hips becomes tighter. Yauch adjusts himself and as you look over at him you can see the bulge growing through his tracksuit pants and desperately want to feel him. Adrock continues licking and sucking your most sensitive areas and you moan as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. He releases your hip with one hand, wetting his fingers with your juices and toying at your entrance with two fingers before pushing them in. He begins moving his hand faster, curling his fingers along your walls while his tongue assaults your clit. "Oh god, don't stop!" you cry out as your whole body tenses and you arch back. He continues pumping his hand as you ride waves of pleasure, and when he finally withdraws his fingers from your cunt you are aching for more. "Did you enjoy that?" he moves up and kisses you gently. Tasting yourself on his lips turns you on even more. You nod in response to his question and playfully nibble at his plump bottom lip. You let out a little whine as Adrock's lips leave yours and he growls, "don't worry, we're just getting started." 

By now, Yauch has started to undress and you notice the thick trail of hair leading down to his erect cock. "I want her now" he directs the statement at Adrock but his gaze doesn't leave your face. 

"Competitive, aren't you?" you tease them, overcome with excitement at the thought of them taking out their jealousy on you.

Your mouth is watering at the sight of Yauch's erection, and you notice his length is not unlike that of his fingers which you had been distracted by earlier in the day, thinking to yourself how those slender digits would be good for more than just playing bass.

Yauch is leaning over you now and you run your hands lightly over the hair on his forearms before reaching up to fondle the triangle shaped pendant handing around his neck. You're curious where he got it but before you can ask he leans in to devour your mouth, forcing his tongue inside. You reach down and feel his cock harden more in your hand while his tongue continues searching your mouth. He pauses momentarily, leaving your lips as look of concern comes across his face. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asks. You nod enthusiastically, "Oh yes Adam, please," you look across to Adrock, "I want you both to disrespect me." 

"Good," Yauch responds, "now I want to feel these pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock."

You take advantage of the opportunity to be in control and sit up, pushing him onto his back. You start licking his legs, making your way up his thighs as you lick and nibble the smooth skin along the inside. 

"Enjoying the show?" you quip to Adrock, wondering if he would get involved. He giggles in response and then mutters "fuck" under his breath as he watches you reach Yauch's cock. You trail your tongue up his length, swirling it around his tip before taking him into your mouth. 

"You know he enjoys having his balls fondled." Adrock jokes and you reach your hand around to cup them, rolling and gently tugging at them. Yauch moans loudly and runs his hands through your hair, tightening his grip as he forces you to take him deeper. Unable to take anymore, Adrock reaches out and pulls your hand away from Yauch, guiding it around his cock. You start pumping your hand in unison with the movement of your head and you can tell they are both close when Yauch tells you to stop, your lips making a pop sound as he pulls your head up to look into your eyes.

"I need to feel more of you" he says and then directs you, "come over to the edge of the bed."

"Aw come on, man" Adrock complains to Yauch as you let go of him to follow the directions. You give him a playful shove. 

As you move to lie down at the edge of the bed, Yauch stands up and grabs hold of your legs, spreading them apart and lifting them up to get a better view of your vagina. "You're so beautiful" he says, smiling with those cute crooked teeth. Then with a low growl he continues, "and I'm going to fuck this sweet cunt of yours until you're screaming my name." 

Before you even have a chance to register what he has said he enters you with a forceful thrust and you cry out, but the initial pain subsides and the feeling of him finally filling you all the way is incredible. He slowly draws out before thrusting hard into you again and he keeps up this forceful rhythm for a little while before picking up the pace. His movements become more rapid and you can hear his skin slapping against yours as he hits your most sensitive spot over and over, driving you closer to the edge. You need more stimulation so you reach down to rub your clit and hear Adrock moan "fuuuck" at the sight of you pleasuring yourself. He gets up and stands next to Yauch, jerking himself off as he watches you fuck. "Isn't she fucking amazing?" Yauch looks at Adrock before smirking and turning back to you as you feel your orgasm building, "I own this cunt, you understand?" You feel your whole body shudder and your cunt is throbbing around Yauch's hard cock as you scream out "fuck, Adam! Don't stop!" 

But before Yauch can finish, Adrock takes control again, "give her back."

"You'll have to pry me out of her" Yauch teases as Adrock shoves him, pulling him out of you. 

"Onto your hands and knees" he demands and you immediately obey. "Yauch doesn't fucking own you, I had you first" he says, and the jealousy in his voice turns you on even more. He wraps his hands firmly around your hips as he enters you without warning and you feel yourself stretch little more to adjust to his girth. He moves his hands under you and starts to massage your sensitive breasts, pinching and tweaking as he thrusts deeper into you. "Oh you like that?" he asks in response to your moaning.

"Yes, fuck me harder" you manage to say, already feeling like you're about to be split in two. Adam's thrusts become more desperate and he lets out a growl as he pulls out and empties himself all over your back. You both collapse onto the bed and as you roll over Adrock slides his arm behind your neck, kissing your forehead softly. 

"Hey we are NOT done yet" Yauch says as he straddles you and you take in a quick breath in expecting the same force from him as earlier. But he is gentler with you this time, swirling the tip of his cock around your opening before slowly sliding all the way into you. "I want you to remember exactly how this feels in you" he says as he picks up his pace. Adrock reaches down to tease your clit, pushing you over the edge again. 

"Fuck! You feel so good" you cry as you feel the warmth of him finishing in you. You whimper as he pulls out, still feeling so sensitive. Yauch lays down on the other side of you as you both catch your breath.

-

As you freshen up in the shower you can hear the guys arguing and you smile to yourself. You step out of the bathroom and see them waiting for you. 

"So?" Yauch questions with a smirk.

"Oh come on, you don't really expect me crown one of you the winner, do you?" you reply, playfully pushing past him to collect your things.

"Wasn't that the point?" Adrock asks, "if that wasn't enough for you to decide, how about you stay the night and see if we can't help make up your mind?"

- Beastie Groove

[one-boring-person]

Six Bodies In An Alley.

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: pretty graphic descriptions of gore, death, blood imagery

Context: the reader lives in Santa Carla, and has befriended the boys, but still has no idea what they are, so is in for a surprise when they go looking for their brother one night, only to find them in the middle of business they'd rather the reader didn't see.

A/N: I reckon I'll turn this into a two-part story, seeing as it is a bit inconclusive, and the boys don't play a massive part just yet, so I'd better get down to that😂💛

Masterlist

"Three hours late. How on earth is anyone ever three hours late to anything?" I mutter irritably to myself as I push through the crowd, aiming to get off the Boardwalk as quickly as possible, my confused yet annoyed mood giving me the confidence to actively shove people out of my way, choosing to ignore any protests as I move past them. Two or three of them try to grab my arm, but I don't give them the time of day, pulling myself from their grip without even turning to them, worry starting to creep into me as I glance back down at my watch, knowing how late it now is.

A couple of days ago, my younger brother got in contact, telling me that he'll be in Santa Carla for a few days, and would like to meet up, having taken a couple of weeks off from his job in New York, where he's been holed up for months. Naturally, I'd jumped at the opportunity, glad to finally be able to show him around the little coastal town, and to be able to introduce him to the friends I've made in my time living here, seeing as he has not seen me since we both left our hometown, back when our mother passed away. We arranged to meet up on the Boardwalk around seven, but he never turned up, leaving me to wait in the bustling area with no clue as to his whereabouts. The hours dragged on, three of them passing before I finally had enough of worrying, deciding to go looking for him as my curiosity spiked, which is where I find myself now, a frown etched onto my face as I push through the writhing bodies around me.

After a good ten minutes of wrestling with the crowd, I manage to reach a main road, where the pedestrian traffic is a lot thinner, allowing me to see the surroundings with more ease. Still unable to spot either him or his recognizable car, I start to walk towards the outskirts of the town, where it is likely he may have gotten lost, pulling my jacket tighter around me as the air becomes cooler, the lack of people around me making the cold breeze more noticeable. Biting my lip, I try to suppress the urge to turn back and get somewhere warmer, continuing on into the dimly lit back roads looping around the town, an odd feeling starting to grow in the back of my mind, an inbuilt instinct telling me something is wrong, and that I'm not safe. Ignoring it, I start to observe the few cars parked here and there, struggling to see in the strangely foggy light, aware that the streetlights don't illuminate everything around me, meaning there are a lot of blindspots surrounding me.

At first, I don't recognise any of the vehicles lingering by the side of the road, my hopes briefly flaring up as I see a similar car, only to realise it is the wrong model and is, in fact, not the gaudy crimson colour I thought it was, a realisation that draws a curse from me. It takes another twenty minutes of searching before I finally find the right one, my suspicions having been confirmed when I see the scarlet car parked on the curb, the engine idling in the now-freezing night air. Relieved, I go over to it, knocking on the window of the driver's side, waiting for him to roll it down, or get out of the car. When neither happens, I bend over to look into the interior, my brow furrowing when I find it empty, the keys still in the ignition despite the fact that the driver is clearly missing. Straightening, I look over the exterior of the car, noticing that the back left tyre is flat, my eyes wandering to the back windows, though there is nothing behind them when I check, expecting to see the familiar sight of my brother sleeping on the backseats.

Frowning, I step away from the car, trying to think where he may have gone, going over all the possible places he could've walked to in the area, though I don't know this particular area as well as I'd like, my knowledge of the surrounding streets slightly limited. Chewing my lip, I go back to the car and switch off the engine, taking the keys with me as I decide to check if there are any garages anywhere nearby, knowing my brother is unlikely to leave the car running unless he is going to return to it relatively quickly. Locking the vehicle, I start back up the road, cursing myself for not checking up on him sooner, worry still biting at the back of my mind as I try to focus on finding him again.

I don't go far, expecting him to have stayed in the area, stopping and turning back when I reach another badly lit junction, at which point I finally acknowledge something off about the last half an hour: the streets are deserted, not a living soul passing me as I traipse the dark pavements. At this realisation, the instinctual feeling from before returns, the hairs at the back of my neck standing on end as goosebumps appear on my skin, an irrational fear clouding my judgement as I turn and start walking hurriedly back the way I came, intending to reach the car again so that I can at least memorize it's whereabouts and collect it in the morning. My brother must've found his way into town or something, though it is odd that he left his prized car alone, with the engine still idling, something he's never really done. I try to reassure myself of this fact as my mind becomes ever more convinced that I'm not safe, my pace inadvertently picking up at the thought of something happening to me. It's only when I pass close to an alley that I slow, halting in my step as something catches my attention.

Taking a breath, I approach the alley, my instincts telling me to run and get away from here, still fully aware that I can't see every inch of the area around me, due to the bad coverage of the streetlights. Despite this, I still manage to make out the shape that caught my eye, instantly recognising it as human, though it isn't moving, not even to breathe, which is odd. As I move closer to the person, I become aware of the other people lying a little way away, one of them separate from the rest, a putrid stench floating up from them all, making my eyes water slightly at the strength of it. Wrinkling my nose, I crouch down beside the first person, intending to ask them where I am and if they've seen my brother pass them, only to let out a half scream when her head rolls forwards, a thick liquid rushing down her front as it does.

In the dim light, her eyes stare up at me, glassy and unseeing, her face mutilated and caked with dark blood, bone and muscle visible under the torn skin. Her hair hangs in filthy strands over her shoulders, though it moves out of the way to reveal a deep hole in her chest, as if her ribs caved in over her heart, puncturing her lungs and heart, which are just visible under the slick covering of blood, all the skin that would normally cover her torso torn into shreds and peeled away to reveal the musculature beneath. Flies are already gathering around the reeking corpse, a few rats even starting to crawl up her slashed arms, eager to get hold of this new meal, the whole sight making me want to throw up, bile starting to rise in my throat, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth as I stand, tearing my gaze away from her.

A quick glance proves to me that the rest are all similarly mangled, their blood black in the dusky lighting, pools of the stuff gathering in the dips in the pavement around their corpses, the stench emanating from these vile puddles. Horror and fear, as well as panic, well up in me, my body starting to shake as I remain rigid, standing there for a good few minutes before I manage to collect my thoughts again, thinking through what could possibly have happened. Was it a freak animal attack? Are there rabid creatures waiting in the shadows to tear me apart, as they have done to these people?

As I think this through, one thought surfaces, a pang of deep fear striking me as I quickly go to each body, frantically checking their faces for a familiar one, gagging and wincing as I see the bloodied scraps that are left of their visages, their blood soon coating my hands and shirt from where I've handled their lifeless cadavers. In total, there are six bodies, and five of them are unfamiliar to me, so I approach the sixth with some hesitation, my steps slow and cautious, as if to delay the inevitable, though it isn't long until the face of the person comes into view, the unmistakable shape of his jaw and bone structure sending an icy bolt of horror through me.

It's my brother.

Gasping, I trace to his side and collapse to the floor, eyes finding the wounds littering his body, widening as they take in the gory mess that is the remains of his throat, as well as the mangled stump where his right arm used to be. A wave of nausea threatens to crash over me as I try to concentrate, unsure of whether this is really happening, my hands reaching out, gingerly, to trace a clean patch of his skin, a strangled sob leaving me at the feeling of his frigid skin beneath mine. Just in time, I turn to the side and allow the contents of my stomach to empty themselves onto the pavement, my stomach unable to hold itself together as I try not to break down completely; I continue to throw up for a good five minutes, a painful cramp setting in as I am reduced to dry-heaving.

I barely register the sounds of a group of people rounding the corner, their voices familiar to me as they joke with each other, laughter accompanying the cynical words of their leader. It's only when they stop a few metres away, voices fading into shocked silence, that I look up, terror filling me as I take in their appearance, identifying them immediately: Paul, Marko, Dwayne and David.

My eyes take their forms, horror and panic building up in me as I take in their bloodied appearances, discomposure filling me as I notice the concentration of the brackish fluid around their chins and mouth, before my eyes lift to their other features. Upon seeing them, I back away, confusion and fear evident on my face as I slowly get to my feet, continuing to edge away from them as they start to come closer - their features are distorted, their brows pulled into longer, grotesque caricatures of their usually handsome faces, blazing yellow eyes ringed with crimson following my every move, razor sharp fangs poking out from under their top lips as they go to speak, each pale tooth stained scarlet.

Without a second thought, I turn and run.

Adrenaline gives me speed, my pulse pounding in my ears as I race back onto the street I was on before, my breathing becoming harsh and ragged as I push myself into my fastest pace. Behind me, I hear a couple of deep chuckles, as well as a maniac laugh as footsteps start to follow me, a horribly familiar voice calling after me. I ignore it, focusing on staying ahead of my pursuers, doing my best to avoid the stones littering the pavement, my hand scrabbling in my pocket for the keys to my brother's car, thinking I could use it to get away, even if the tyre is flat. Finding them, I pull them out and continue sprinting down the road, a relieved gasp escaping me as I catch sight of the vehicle ahead, a new burst of energy exploding in me as I give one final push, reaching it swiftly.

Tremors wrack my hands as I attempt to get the key into the door, aware of the ever-approaching boys behind me, my breath held as I struggle to remain calm, adrenaline still pumping through me, a curse escaping me as I fight with the stuff turning mechanism. It finally opens, allowing me to climb into the car and slam the door behind me, quickly sticking the key into the ignition and turning it, only for the engine to stall. Going to try again, I growl in frustration as the same thing happens, the car refusing to let me put it into drive as I wrestle with the key. Panic starts to resurface within me, my actions becoming more and more frenzied, until I give up, punching the steering wheel in front of me in anger, wincing when my fist smarts afterwards.

A dent suddenly appears in the roof of the car, as if a heavy weight was dropped on it, a blood-curdling screeching noise following, as if someone was tearing through rusted metal, or trying to bend it out of shape. Looking out of the window, I notice a pair of hands digging into the weak spot just above the window, the metal coming away from the base as they continue to pull at it, opening me up to them, whatever they are. Petrified, I remain still for a couple of seconds, before jumping back into action, moving so that I'm forcing myself through the gap between the driver and passenger seats, crushing myself through the space into the backseats, collecting myself before I throw open the back door, stumbling briefly as I try to regain my balance, racing off towards the main road. I must look a sight - wearing a bloodied shirt and sporting similarly stained hands, tears streaking my cheeks, my breath coming out in rasping pants as I try to stay ahead of a group of who I assume to be killers. Hope fills me as I see a brighter light appear at the end of the road, clearly the beginning of the main road leading into Santa Carla, my pace remaining steady as I aim for it, careful not to get too excited, knowing I'm not quite in the clear yet.

A pair of arms suddenly appear around my waist, their owner easily lifting me off the ground and into the air, a scream of terror ripping itself from me as my attacker somehow floats upwards, holding me against a muscular chest, the smell of their black coat very familiar to me. Instantly, I start to writhe in his grip, kicking and wriggling as much as I can in his tight grasp.

"Calm down, (Y/n)! I'm not going to hurt you!" David commands, tightening his arms around me as I pay him no attention, trying to get out using any possible technique, "If you keep this up, I'll have to drop you, and we're a long way from the ground!"

At his words, I look down, freezing up as I see how far away we are from the pavement below, my eyes widening in fear, a pathetic whimper escaping me. I look up to see the other three sort of hovering around David and I, all of them looking serious for once, not just Dwayne, Marko chewing on his thumb as Paul struggles to stay still, somehow managing to fidget in mid air.

"What do you want? What are you?" I ask them, despair lacing my tone as I address them, knowing I'll probably end up like my brother, another corpse my supposed friends have left behind for others to find.

"We'll explain soon enough, but for now, we're going home. Hang on tight." The platinum blonde confirms, shifting me around so that I'm facing him, his icy blue eyes boring into mine as he repositions my arms around his neck, encouraging me to hold on tight. Gritting my teeth, I swallow and hold on, linking my legs around his waist as he starts to move, burying my face into his chest in pure fear, unsure of what will happen.

[yaboymercury]

Gassy Lessons - First class: English

Jay was pissed. Despite being the first week of his second attempt at his last year of high school, he had already missed the first assignment. His English teacher Mr Stevens would usually let someone get away with just a warning, but since Jay was redoing the year he had higher expectations which was why when Jay was supposed to be heading home he was stuck in his English classroom.

Sitting in the middle desk of the small room Jay considered just leaving since Stevens was taking his time arriving. He had done so multiple times during his previous years in the school but decided against it since he didn't really want to get himself in anything deeper wanting this school year to go as smoothly as possible.

Before he had any more time to think on it though his teacher walked in.

Despite the circumstances Jay usually liked the teacher, but not particularly for his teaching. Since Mr Stevens was so passionate about English he tended to get up from his desk and walk around the room reading passages, making dramatic movements to emphasize what he was saying and occasionally scribbling down hasty notes on the board at the front. While many students found this method engaging, Jay tended to be more interested in how all this movement made the teachers thick chino covered ass move and shake providing enough motivation for Jay to attend the lessons. On top of his ass though Jay found the rest of the teacher attractive with his medium length messy brown hair, cute glasses and young features giving him almost a dreamy quality to the rebellious student.

But obviously today Jay was more annoyed at the man who was obviously making a move to prove himself as an authority with the detention as he sat down at his desk and gave Jay an icy look. Turning away from Jay we peered into his desk draws and pulled out a thin battered paperback book. He stood up and strolled over to Kay and placed handed him the book which had obviously seen better days.

"Since you obviously aren't committed to your work yet this year, all I'm going to ask you to do is read through this poetry collection and take in some of the messages of the poems, once you're done tell me."

And with that he turned back to return to his desk, and of course Jay took the opportunity to peek at his ass barely being held back by his trousers.

Jay was relieved that the book looked short being only a dozen pages long, so he thought he might as well get it over with. As he opened the cover before he could even process the first words on the page he was assaulted by a wretched smell hitting him like a train. Not wanting to react to harshly in front of the teacher he withheld a gag but the stench wasn't holding up. It had to have come from the book Jay thought as the stink arrived as soon as he opened it, daring to confirm his suspicions he brought the page slightly closer to his nose his theory was confirmed as it seemed the cloud of stink grew stronger the closer he got to it. In an attempt to stop the smell Jay slammed the book closed and attempted to get a breathe of fresh air to cleanse his palette.

"Focus on you work Jay" He heard from the desk as soon as he closed the book. Mr Stevens look had become more mischevious with a slight glimmer of a smirk as he stared down his student.

"Yes sir" Jay responded picking the book back up. As he did so the teacher withdrew a Tupperware box from his bag which he opened and began to eat from. Jay couldn't tell exactly what he was eating but it looked something like an eggy salad with a lot of thick creamy dressing.

Switching his attention back to the book he opened the next page and was again hit with a stink but this time stronger, more rotten. He couldn't hold back a choke this time as he felt his air supply being attacked. His eyes watered as he attempted to power through the attack on his senses, he could feel the toxicity of the pages radiating out of the book.

Moving through the pages he tried to stay on each for a little while to give the illusion he was reading but as they went on the smell got worse. Continuing through the pages he aimlessly hopes for maybe just one clean page so he could focus but the smell only got worse. It was in fact quite the opposite as he began to notice marks on the page, greenish brown stains on some of the pages. He didn't want to believe it at first but he knew that he could recognise the smell all along.

It was the undeniable smell of rotten gassy farts. He gulped making the disgusting realisation and as he did he heard a snicker from his usually nice and helpful teacher who had just finished eating. What was once just a smirk had turned into a malicious grin as he wiped his mouth, Jay put the pieces together and knew exactly wear the farts were sourced from.

Turning to the last page there was a deep dirty green stain in the middle, the stench radiating out of it was sickening makinf Jay gag as he closed the last page and tried to recover from the second hand fart attack he has just experienced.

"Oh so you're finished?" Mr Stevens said standing "So what did you think of the collection? I find the words so engrossing, the really create a sensory experience don't they?" He knew what he was doing mocking Jay with the words as he sauntered towards him.

"Why did you do it?" Jay looked up at the teacher with his eyes still wet from experiencing the smell.

"Do what?" He replied with fake concern, but immediately answered himself "Oh you mean this?" He put one hand on Jays desk and leaned forward looking down at his student with a mean smile.

PRRRRRRRRRRRAPP

The fart blasted into the classroom echoing on the walls, even though it wasn't aimed at him the stink still reached Jay, the smell being fresh hit him harder making him recoil.

"Well being a teacher means I can't exactly be farting around in lessons so between classes I often relieve myself into my favourite book." He explained snatching the book back from Jay. "I've been saving it for a special occasion, so when I saw my favourite pervy student was behind on work I thought I could teach him a stinky lesson."

"What do you mean pervy?" Jay said feigning indifference trying to avoid eye contact with the sadistic teacher.

"Don't be stupid Jay, you really think I haven't noticed you staring at this ass for the years I've been teaching you?" He turned around letting Jay get a close look at the cheeks up close, Jay obviously couldn't resist not being able to tear his eyes from it.

Prrrrrap

The fart was small but packed a punch making him pull back. But despite the horrific smell, Jay was now sporting a hard on beneath the desk after being so close to the ass of his dreams. "Who knows? Maybe I like the attention you give it Jay?" Stevens said sitting down in the chair in front of Jay turning it around to face him.

In shock from everything Jay was surprised when the teacher asked "So Jay what was your favourite line from the collection?" Jay had completely forgotten he was supposed to actually read the collection.

"I'm sorry sir I can't remember any of it"

"That's disappointing Jay, it really is. I'd have to say mine would be the line from page 3..." He leaned over in the chair dramatically and winced a little:

FRAAAAAAAAARP FFRRRRRTT

"I just really think it's an important message which gives off a really strong aromatic sensation."

He wasn't wrong, after the flatulence had amplified massively off the wooden chair it went straight for Jay's nostrils with a dirty stink. The teacher stood up and began to waft his hand behind his big ass as he paced in front of Jay's desk where he sat stunned at the gassy skill of his teacher.

"What about the line from the fourth piece Jay do you think you could read it out for me?" Jay knew what he wanted but he really wasn't sure if he would be able to pull it off. He tensed in his chair pushing all he could.

Frrttt

"God Jay that was pathetic, almost disrespectful, have I failed you as a teacher?" He said in fake anger "It's supposed to go like this!" He stopped in front of the desk turning around and leaned over his hands on the desk in front of Jay. His amazing ass was pointing right at Jay and even though he knew what was coming the ass tempted him closer.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPTTT

But it was like the blast pushed him right back with a cloud of powerful stink.

"Ahh much better don't you think?" the teacher looked back at his student dazed in a cloud of his stink. Mr Stevens leaned into Jay and gave his student a sniff. "Wow Jay you really smell like you've learnt your lesson" he said giggling at his stink covered student.

"Despite loving the whole collection Jay, what I love the most about the book is how it ends, do you remember it Jay?" Jay recalled the stain on the last page and the unbelievable stench of it, but in fear of what it may mean all he could muster was a weak shake of his head. Ominously Mr Stevens stomach rumbled.

"Oh Jay" be said pitifully "I think you do remember, and with the help of my egg salad from earlier I think my rotten ass can remind you." The thought terrified Jay.

Usually the sight of his sexiest teacher sliding out of his painted on trousers would excite Jay but seeing a matching streak stain on his white briefs terrified the student.

" Hopefully you can learn something from this..." The teacher said as he wrapped his hands behind Jay's head and pulled him nose first right into his stained crack. The last thing Jake could remember was the engulfing sound of gas enveloping his face and the stink of eggy flatulence filling up his head.

[im-a-goner-foryou]

Sorry guys, I haven't been in the mood to write (or do anything really) these past few days, but i promise once i do i'll make up for it ♡ In the meantime an anon asked for this old mafia boss! Tony drabble that got lost in the snap, so here's the repost:

"Where is he?" the man snarls, rumbling bellow of rage resounding throughout the room, masking even the deafening slam of the door thrown against its hinges. Striding up to one of his men, the mafia boss fists harshly at the quivering fool's collar, murderous eyes burning into deathly frightened ones. God, what a coward-- with the sparks of anger alive in his blood, Tony has to resist the overwhelming urge to swing his fist into the guy's nose just for the fun of it, he's so goddamn pissed. Fortunately for the man however, he has something far more urgent to tend to at the moment. "Where's the fucking brat? Where is he?"

Evidently too terrified to even speak, his mobster points over to the large oak table at the far corner of the room; and sure enough that's where little minx lounges, at the very head of the table and sprawled on Tony's chair no less, in a tangled mess of gangly limbs. Gritting his teeth so forcefully Tony hears it in his ears, he shoves the man away from him; stalks over to the unknowing boy in steady strides across the room, his men scurrying out of the way for fear of facing the wrath of the Mafia Boss and his notorious outbursts of anger. And yet, the very prey he corners now still remains unwary-- the sole low-hanging lamp above the table shines dimly onto the seated figure, yellow hue spilling over those long bare legs, propped up ever so casually on the table; attached to Peter, who's tapping away at his phone and looking, for all intents an purposes, wrecked. The tight-fitting clothes he always dons rumpled beyond recognition and clearly had been torn off his body; normally porcelain pale skin now littered with bruises unmistakable of teeth marks and finger imprints.

"You fucking whore," Tony spits, fury boiling in his veins and making his limbs tremor as he advances upon the boy, reaching down to grab at a skinny wrist and twist it cruelly. Startling with surprise, Peter nearly drops the little device in his hand; then seemingly collects his bearings not a second after, tensed muscles loosening as he glances up almost boredly up at the older man. There's a piece of candy in his mouth, Tony realises only now-- Peter rolls the translucent pink ball around his tongue, sliding it halfway out between those plump, slick lips of his.

"Hi daddy," Peter says mildly in greeting, voice lilted naturally sweet and marginally raspier than usual. Tony's grip on his wrist tightens even harder; relishing darkly at the wince of pain this draws from the boy.

"Don't you dare 'hi daddy' me," Tony hisses. "You don't get to say that after what you did earlier, you fucking brat."

"I don't know what you're talking about," is the reply, delivered softly and laced with innocence that could almost be believable if Tony hadn't known any better, hadn't dealt with his boy's antics for this long.

"Is that so? Because from what I've heard you sure knew what you were doing in that back alley just hours ago-- especially when you humped Mr Strange like a horny little bitch in heat," the older man spits hatefully, fit of rage threatening to overtake him yet again just from saying those words. "The moans you made were so loud, know that? So desperate and shrill my men thought a cheap harlot was being fucked there; but no, it was just you, though I wouldn't say there's much of a difference."

Even the well practiced mask of impassivity on Peter's face wavers at those humiliatingly stinging words, slipping away as the boy's face flushes with obvious mortification; the very tips of his ears burning red, he glares down wordlessly at the concrete floor. "What's wrong? Little slut can't even defend himself now, huh?" Tony chuckles cruelly. "Just as I had thought... you're nothing more than a pitiable fuck, constantly begging for something to fill that greedy hole of yours."

That strikes a nerve in Peter; he sets his jaw, chin raising in palpable defiance as he fires back, "Yeah? Maybe I was just tired of you not giving me what I need. At least Stephen knows how to fuck me right-- he satisfied me more than you ever have."

The whole room falls silent. Tony inhales sharply, livid anger boiling in his veins; tense apprehension hangs heavy in the air, even his men seemingly frozen with dread of what was about to happen next. Peter, to his credit, appears to quicky realise his mistake-- the challenge lit in his eyes melting away to dawning horror, regretful fright flashing across his paled features as he fully internalizes the words he had spoken to the dangerously unpredictable man. "I--"

Tony doesn't give him the chance to finish, hand diving into his side pocket of his slacks even as his vision turns red. Curling his fingers around the familiar smooth metal that is the handle of his hand gun, he slides it out and points it straight at Peter in one fluid movement. Glassy brown eyes widen with panic; all other emotions on the boy's face blanching to one of distinct fear as he flinches away from the aimed weapon.

"Now now, you're just hurting your old man's feelings... what am I going to do with you?" Sighing heavily, Tony tuts condescendingly down at the trembling boy, pursing his lips as though in deep thought. "'Cause we both know that what you said isn't true, don't we? I would say that all those times I fucked you so hard you were a sobbing, incoherent mess is more than enough evidence for just how much I can satisfy a bratty slut." The Mob Boss slides the tip of gun across Peter's quivering bottom lip, traces along red-rimmed eyes up to brush away the curled tendril of sweat matted hair almost lovingly. Peter shivers fearfully under him the whole time; breaths falling erratically from his parted mouth. "Look at me," Tony grits out, nudging his gun threateningly against the boy's forehead-- when his command is blatantly ignored, Tony feels the last frays of self-control snapping, torrent of anger surging forth.

The room reverberates with the sharp ringing from the barrel of Tony's gun colliding across Peter's cheek, slapping him so violently the boy cries out in pain. "I said, look at me when I'm fucking talking to you, bitch," the older man spits coldly, simmering anger giving way to the perverse feeling of pleasure rushing through his body as he stares down at the boy's cheek, the blooming mark of crimson red the unforgiving metal had left behind stark against the pale skin there. Finally the brat listens, he observes with satisfaction--peering up at him through tear-clumped lashes, Peter's hunched shoulders now tremble with sobs; regardless he obeys, honey-sweet eyes blinking away shining tears-- he should have known a little rough treatment was all the brat needed all along.

"You're very pretty when you cry, you know that?" Tony purrs softly. "I could never get tired of those huge doe eyes of yours, so sweet for me when you want to be..." Sliding the gun down tear-streaked cheeks to hook under and lift Peter's chin, he examines the boy's angelic face with a dark, hungry gaze. "But just being my little slut doesn't mean I can allow such naughty behavior, princess. You know daddy doesn't like it when you disobey him."

"I-I know, 'm sorry," Peter whimpers, sniffling ever so sweetly; Tony watches a falling teardrop with sick fascination, the beginnings of arousal stirring deep in him at the sight. "I'm sorry daddy, I, I promise I'll never do it again-- just, please," the boy's face crumples, bottom lip wobbling as though to stifle a sob.

"Oh, of course not. I bet you wouldn't," the Mafia Boss coos. "After all, this is just what you've wanted all along isn't it? Daddy wasn't paying enough attention to his princess. Well, you've certainly got it now." With that, he cocks the barrel of his gun-- pushes the tip of it into Peter's mouth, forcing those obscenely plush pink lips open and gagging the boy's cry. "Shh, it's okay. You can't expect me not to punish you after that stunt you pulled and all that bratty attitude, do you baby? You know what they say, give a whore too much freedom and they forget their place."

Peter stares up at him, fear etched clearly onto his face; his chest rises and falls in staccato with hitched breaths, drool beginning to dribble past his stretched lips and coating the metal. Tony slides his gun deeper into his baby boy's small mouth, pulls it out wetly; fabricating a thrusting motion. "All this, just because you needed daddy to fuck you. Could have saved both of us to trouble if you just asked me, princess-- I'd have ruined you the way you wanted." Lips splitting into an almost wolfish grin, the man finally removes his now spit-slick gun fully from Peter's mouth. "Now, let's go to my room, hmm? I'll make you obey your daddy."

With that, Tony straightens and turns to stride towards his office; not having to look back to be sure Peter is hot on his heels-- free hand moving to unbuckle his belt as he prepares to teach his baby brat a lesson he won't forget.

[sinsofafangirl]

Chapter Three.

"You're just a stupid little girl who has done nothing but ruin everything I've ever worked for - your father would be ashamed"

"I'm glad your father's dead, he doesn't have to see what a wretch and a cancer you've become"

"Police Academy?! Ha! Maybe I'll get lucky and someone sensible with half a brain will shoot you like your failure of a father"

Ava woke with a start, her body jolting upright, her eyes still heavy with sleep unable to focus on her unfamiliar surroundings as her heart pounded erratically and her chest heaved as she struggled to shake off the remnants of the all too familiar dream. Too caught up in regaining her composure she never noticed the bucket of water or the person throwing it until she was drenched and spluttering. Her hands came up to rub her eyes in an attempt to once again clear her vision before throwing a glare at the offending person "'bout time you woke up, almost thought you'd died and saved me a whole lotta trouble" a roll of her eyes indicated she'd heard him, she just refused to give him a reaction. Of fucking course it'd be Jacob Seed to get her wet in the frosty early morning air and not in the good way. "Fuck off, Seed" came her irked reply mentally slapping herself for actually responding to him "someone wake up on the wrong side of the cage this morning?" a question asked without an ounce of genuine care and a smirk so fraudulent it made her old Barbie dolls seem a hundred per cent real in comparison. Ava didn't reply and instead huffed in annoyance; she was exhausted and her entire body ached from having to sleep on the dirty floor all night so she was in no mood for being patronised by an asshole choosing to focus on trying to untangle the mess of brunette hair with nothing but her fingers - unsuccessfully I might add which only worsened her already sour mood. Refusing to give up her hands continued as best they could to untangle some of the easier knots and avoiding the still tender area of where she'd been struck a few hours earlier.

Cerulean blue eyes watched as she stubbornly refused to give up enjoying the small huffs of frustration he'd hear occasionally. If he was any sort of gentleman he'd offer her an extra set of hands but he found watching her struggle much more entertaining. Instead the former army marksman took the opportunity to study the young woman sitting awkwardly in his cage; always know your enemy he thought as his gaze wandered over her. Now that it was daytime he could get a good look at her; hair a chocolaty brown and even though it was currently a mess you could see she took care of it, she must have been about 5"2 and a hundred and five pounds if that which surprised him considering she put quite a bit of force into the kick to his face last night - not enough to hurt him too much but she still managed to draw blood. That didn't mean anything to him though, she was still weak and he looked forward to putting her through her paces and beyond but for now his studying continued now noting her eyes that were a sea green "you getting off on this, Seed?" then there was that mouth of hers always too quick with a smart remark and a sarcastic comment - that would soon change, he'd break that bad habit first. "You could have avoided all of this if you and your friends had just walked away" which was true but Ava wasn't about to admit that especially not to Jacob who currently sat upon a metal chair, his large arms folded across his chest whilst his legs stretched out before him crossing at his feet; dickhead came to mind as she finally gave up on trying to tame her unruly hair and turned her attention to the eldest of the three siblings. Easier to see him properly within the early morning rays of sunshine peeking through. The photos provided within the manila folder didn't give much detail; too grainy to actually make anything out but now in the morning light she noticed just how beautiful his eyes were and yes, she hated herself for admitting it and yes, she almost threw up in her mouth but she couldn't deny that they were strikingly beautiful and one of the first things she'd noticed. His scars and his burns weren't even on her radar as she casually studied him whilst his attention was momentarily elsewhere, of course they were noticeable and of course she was curious about them; how had he gotten such severe scarring? Did they bother him? Then she snorted realising what a stupid thought that was - it was Jacob Seed as if anything bothered him.

Her snort caught his attention and his eyes snapped back to her making her look away "somethin' funny?" completely ignoring his question Ava rose to her knees and shuffled until she was at the front of the cage "to answer your previous statement. If you and your freakshow of a family acted like decent human beings none of this would have happened" she spat venomously, her facial expression twisting into something that conveyed hatred. Within an instant Jacob's demeanor changed from one of mild amusement and boredom to that of white hot rage, his hands came up to slam on the bars of the cage as he shot forward making the young woman fall back in fear and shuffle as far back as possible - everyone knew not to slander his family in anyway but apparently Ava didn't get that memo and instantly regretted running her mouth as she saw the sheer anger in his glare and the way his hands gripped the bars hard enough to turn his knuckles white. She wasn't afraid to admit that she was terrified right now but her wide green eyes couldn't look away "don't ever talk ill of my family" his voice despite being low was filled with rage and a fierce protectiveness that almost sounded like a growl, it made a chill run down her spine. If making situations worse by running your mouth was an Olympic event Ava would get gold everytime, it was a talent and right now it was one she wished she never had.

His gaze lingered on her for a few more moments as if contemplating his next move and Ava just prayed to whatever higher power that existed that it didn't involve him opening the cage. Instead Jacob released his grip, stood swiftly from the chair and moved towards two of his Chosen; unable to hear what he was saying Ava closed her eyes and made a mental note not to mention his family again. When she reopened them she noticed Jacob had headed inside the Veterans Centre and the men he'd been talking to heading her way "time to get cleaned up little lady, brother Jacob's orders" cleaned up? Wonderful she thought knowing it wasn't about to be a warm bubble bath waiting for her. When she hadn't moved quickly enough the cage door was wrenched open and a dirty hand grasped her hair making Ava his in pain as he dragged her kicking and screaming across the compound "quite ya flappin' girly, it ain't doin' ya no good" she didn't listen and despite her ankle throbbing she managed to get a lucky hit on the shin of the second man who cursed loudly before regaining his composure and back handing her for the trouble making her head swing back, almost seeing stars from the impact.

Ava was thrown unceremoniously onto the hard floor of a dimly lit concrete room, her hands and knees stinging from taking the brunt of the impact, this made her glance over her shoulder and glare at her two 'knights in shining armour' but they'd already left leaving her to her own devices for the time being. Her mind wondered what their version of 'getting cleaned up' was because judging from the state of them and the smell she had to endure on the way over they hadn't bathed in quite some time; hypocrites.

Ava noticed the medium sized drainage hole in the middle of the room and the large hose pipe hanging neatly on the wall near the door but her muddled mind didn't put two and two together and paid no attention to it, instead she focused on the door and wondered if they'd been stupid enough to leave it unlocked. It couldn't possibly be that easy to get off here, right? As if she'd be able to just open the door and go? Seeing as she was cold, exhausted and hungry Ava didn't think she had much of a choice and even with a bad ankle she could suffer through the pain long enough to get away from this place.

Without hesitation she slowly pushed herself up off the unforgiving floor and hobbled towards the door; her ankle protesting every step she made but she wasn't about to let that stop her when her freedom was so close that she could almost taste it.

A shaky hand reached out towards the handle, her fingers brushing it gently but to her horror it moved and the door began to open making her recoil from the fiery haired brute who had just stepped inside "goin' somewhere, pup?" he asked, his face showed no emotion and neither did his voice which didn't bode well for the brunette now sat on the floor - the momentum of trying to move away quick enough meant she fell ass backwards and her ass had no padding so no doubt that would be yet another bruise for her.

"Strip" came his clipped demand, his gaze fixed and hard on the woman in front of him. His arms were folded across his chest again and Ava wondered if that was a natural stance for him or if it was to stop him from possibly murdering her. Her brows furrowed in confusion at his demand "what?" "you heard me, I said strip" again, his tone was short and clipped but that didn't stop Ava who scoffed and point blank refused. There was no way she was going to strip for him "and if I don't?" she asked raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him which with all things considered was probably pretty stupid on her part but up until this point her life had been a series of stupid events so why not continue?

It was then she realised her mistake and her eyes widened in absolute fear as Jacob stormed across the room and it was in that moment she saw that rage within his eyes from earlier and prayed that whatever death was coming it'd be quick. All of a sudden she found herself pinned to the cold, harsh floor with one of his hands around her throat, his grip hard enough to leave bruises whilst his other hand pinned both her wrist above her - she had nowhere to go because her legs were useless at this point and even they weren't she doubted she'd have enough strength to fend him off long enough to reach the door. His face was now right above hers, his breath hot on her face as she struggled to for air "you'll learn why I'm the best at what I do and you'll either play nice and fall in line remembering that you're nothin' more than meat that's expendable" as if to emphasize his point his grip around her throat became that much tighter that she'd started to squirm beneath him, panic mode had kicked in as her vision became cloudy. She truly thought she was about to die and in the back of her mind she found she was okay with that because that would mean she would finally meet her father. In her current situation she was completely powerless to stop him from choking the life out of her and snapping her neck like a twig but apparently he wasn't feeling that murderous today and released his grip just enough for her to gasp for air " - or you'll be culled, tied up and used as live target practice for my Chosen, so what will it be, princess?"

Ava gasped and spluttered again fighting for air unable to give him a physical answer Ava weakly nodded as much as his grip allowed making a cruel smirk replace the scowl he'd been wearing previously" good girl, you know what to do" within an instant he'd relinquished his grip on both her wrists and her throat and had returned to his previous position. His gaze hardened and cold as watched her pathetically regain her composure.

With no other option but to do as she was told the young brunette cautiously and fearfully began to slip out of her deputy uniform as shaking hands fumbled with zips, buckles and buttons. His never wavering gaze didn't help her much either and not knowing if he would strangle her again also didn't help but soon enough she'd managed to discard her uniform leaving her in nothing but her bra and underwear; surely I can keep these on, right? This made Ava look over towards him and in return he merely nodded making tears spring to her eyes as she tentatively reached for the clasp of her bra at the back to unhook it before letting it drop to the floor. Ava gulped down the feeling of nausea before scrunching her face in pain as she winced - her throat would be sore for a good while and no doubt the bruises he left will last weeks before they fade.

Refusing to let him have the satisfaction of seeing her cry, Ava thumbed the elastic of her underwear before tugging them down over her hips, thighs and legs before discarding them with the rest of her clothes. Every part of her was open to him, she felt extremely vulnerable wished she was anywhere but here. Her earlier bravado had been stripped from her and now she naked and exposed in front of him. A face full of cold, harsh water soon broke her train of thought as the force of the pressure slammed her against the nearest wall making her cry out but this only resulted in more coughing and spluttering from the woman. Not that she could see but she could already tell that her skin had probably turned a nice shade of red if pain was anything to go by.

No matter how hard she tried to cover herself from the onslaught of water it just never made a difference, instead she gave up and pressed herself against the cold wall waiting for it to be over.

After what felt like an eternity the water stopped and she was left sore, drenched and very, very cold if her shivering was anything to go by. It's the type of cold that works its way into your bones and then it's icy tendrils wrap itself around your core and you genuinely wonder if you'll ever feel warmth again. "Get dressed" a flurry of definitely used clothes that consisted of ratty dark jeans and a fade flannel shirt hit her but Ava was that cold she would have worn a garbage bag to get warm at this point so she hurriedly threw them on making a note of just how big they were on her, not that she was about to complain especially if it meant being stripped again.

By now Jacob stood in front of what he could only assume was a drowned rat, her hair now forcefully untangled hung dripping onto the flannel she wore as he grasped her jaw he noticed how she flinched but said nothing, his grip just hard enough to have her attention and possibly leave bruises "when you behave yourself you get privileges like clothes but if you keep running that mouth of yours and misbehaving those privileges get taken away and you'll get punished. I'm sure my men out there would love to see the sight that I just saw and I mean, who knows what would happen if I'm not around" his not so subtle threat was quickly understood; the possibility of getting raped wasn't something she wanted "have I made myself clear?" "y - yes" Jacob quirked an eyebrow and gripped her jaw that little bit harder; more bruises to add to the collection she thought as she painfully cleared her throat "y - yes, sir" her voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk but her answer seemed to satisfy him because relinquished his grip and strode to the door, an arm keeping it open as he glanced at the sorry state of a deputy.

"Time for your trainin', let's go, pup" Ava meekly nodded; too tired and too fearful at this point to put up a fight. Her stomach filled with dread as she made her way towards the door.

It couldn't get any worse, right?