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[ilovetopgunsstuff]

post-game recovery

prompt- joe had a tough game. he didn’t necessarily do bad, but the team looked like they had no chemistry, and there was some questionable reffing, resulting in a loss. what does he do for the stress? he takes it out on you…

joe burrow x reader

a/n: as always pls give feedback and feel free to request

warnings: SMUT OMG SMUT MINORS DNI, nsfw under the cut

It was a tough watch. You sat in the suite, biting your nails as the Bengals played in Paycor Stadium. There was a good crowd today, but not a happy one. The ref missed a pass interference call, but then made a bad call against your team.

If things weren’t already bad, Joe got sacked twice, and the catches were dropped more than they should be. Overall, it was just a bad game.

Every time Joe went to the side, you watched him closely. His jaw was clenched, he was so tense. He sat and quietly watched the clock while he was out. When the game ended, he walked back to the locker room silently.

One of the other women in the suite was talking to you about something, but you couldn’t really focus on her. You were worried, because you knew that under all that silence and brooding, he just wanted to do well. That’s all he ever wanted to do. You hoped he wasn’t too upset on the drive home; you hoped he saw himself how you saw him.

It had been about 20 minutes since the game ended; it usually took about 30 after each game for Joe to come out the locker room.

You stood. You were wearing black high waisted pants, with an orange, tight-fitting short sleeve shirt. You wore orange Nike hightop dunks, and held a black zip up jacket over your arm that you had taken off earlier. Your hair and makeup was done for the game. You walked to the elevators, and made small talk with the other women and families on the way down. When you got to the bottom level where the players came out, you leaned against the wall to wait, and opened your phone. There was a recent text from Joe in your notifications.

Joe: I’ll be out in a second.

You stared at it for longer than you needed to, as if you could read his mood from a one line text. And he did come out. He took a little longer than he usually did. He came out with a simpler outfit than he came in, with the rest of his clothes in the duffel he carried, you assumed. He stared at you the whole time he walked over, his blue eyes seemingly more piercing than usual. You brushed your done hair behind your ear, suddenly shy under his gaze.

You knew he didn’t want you to talk about the game, it would just upset him. So you settled for a small, “Hi,” as he reached you.

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at you. His eyes were tired, though, more tired than they usually looked.

“Hey, baby.” He bit his lip absentmindedly. One hand on his duffel strap over his shoulder, he pulled you towards him with one arm, snaking down your back to cup your ass. He kissed you hungrily. He never did public stuff like this after games. It surprised you. He pulled away, and looked away, biting his lip absentmindedly. He held you by one finger as you both began the walk to the parking garage.

The walk to the car was silent. Joe’s sleek Porsche gleamed in the light of the parking garage. You took the drivers seat, as you always drove home after games.

The drive home was also silent. You assumed Joe probably wanted to be left alone, and you understood. If he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to, and you didn’t want to annoy him.

“Are you hungry?” you asked quietly, as you parked in the garage.

He shook his head no, staring off into space. You both began opening up your doors to go into your house. You closed and locked the door behind both of you.

He goes upstairs to change into his plain boxers, as he took a shower back in the locker room. You busy yourself with doing the dishes, wiping the counters, just cleaning in general. Afterward, there wasn’t really much else to do. Exhaustion from the day set in, and you realized that you’d been so preoccupied that you didn’t even take off your shoes yet. Your back hurt, and so did your feet. You leaned one hand on the counter to slip off each shoe with your other. Little did you know, Joe was watching you from the couch in the living room, which led into the kitchen. He’d sat there since he got back downstairs, just staring at you. He needed you, especially after a game that bad, and you looked so good.

You turned to go sit on the couch and stopped when you saw him. “Oh, I didn’t know you were in here.”

He sat on the couch with only boxers and socks on. His blonde hair was messy, his skin was tan. He also was not without his usual wristbands, his LSU one shone brightly against his tan wrist. He looked good, really good. And the way he was looking at you… You once again felt shy under his gaze. You thought he wouldn’t want to be talked to, so what was this?

“C’mere,” he told you, not breaking eye contact. It was like you were out under a spell. You would’ve went over there even if you didn’t want to.

You sat next to him on the couch, but it was seemingly not close enough for his liking, because he dragged you over to sit right beside him by the inside of your thigh, to where your legs were basically all the way in his lap. His hands were so big, he left one on the inside of your very upper thigh. You wished you would’ve already changed out of the clothes from the game. A small ache between your thighs cause you to squeeze them together slightly.

Joe didn’t seem to notice the squeeze on his hand as he boredly looked at the TV playing a random show. He rested his head on the couch and sighed.

“That game was fucking bullshit.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” His jaw was clenched again, and he squeezed your thigh.

He was so tense still. You wanted to help him.

“I don’t want you to be stressed,” you whispered as he pulled you all the way into his lap.

He hummed response, his eyes boring into you. He pulled your jaw in to kiss you. It was light at first, then he turned so hungry. He kissed you roughly, his hands going up your tight shirt to feel your skin. He couldn’t communicated to you how much he needed you, and he needed you bad. So bad that he couldn’t think straight. His hands on you wasn’t enough.

Slowly, you slid down, in between his legs, onto the rug that was at the foot of the couch.

He looked down at you with lidded eyes. “Oh my god,” he said as he realized what you were about to do. His hands twitched to grab you by the hair and fuck your mouth. “I wanna make you feel better,” you said quietly, looking up at him through your lashes. You palmed him, so lightly, through his boxers, a distinctive imprint already showing in them. You heard him let out a desperate breath.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Y/n.”

It didn’t take long for him to lose the boxers. You began by slowly running your tongue from his base to his pink tip, swirling your tongue over the head of his cock. You took the head into your mouth and looked up at him. His lips were parted and he looked down at you in ecstasy. Then it was like a band snapped inside of him. His hand came to grip your hair as he forced you down roughly on his length. Your moans and whimpers were muffled with him in your mouth. So much for your done hair. You felt tears come down your cheeks as he thrusted into your mouth, abs clenched and a sheen of sweat on his brow. His palpable frustration and aggression made for an aching slickness between your legs that was uncontrollable. You could feel the throbbing of his dick in your mouth, and you knew he was about to cum. You silently pleaded using your tongue for him to give it to you. You wanted to swallow every drop.

“Oh my god, Y/n. So good for me, angel,” He groaned out breathlessly. He was just about to cum when he lifted your head off of him. Your lips were flush and moist with saliva, and your mascara ran down your face in lines of tears. You couldn’t even look confused as to why he didn’t come in your mouth before he grabbed you.

He grabbed your arms to pull you up back onto the couch. “I wanna fuck you,” he said as he struggled to take off your clothes. You took your top off and he yanked at your jeans, the button of them eventually getting ripped off and jingling to the floor.

“I’ll buy you some new ones,” He said in a rush.

You couldn’t even respond because you were so focused on getting your clothes the fuck off. You were quickly left with just a bra and underwear. Joe undid the clasp with one swift movement of his hand, and your panties came off in a yank.

He pushed you down roughly to where you were laying on your back, fully naked, and slick between your thighs. One hand roughly squeezed your breast as one plunged two fingers into you. His mouth aggressively sucked and nipped at your neck, no doubt leaving dark purple marks in his path. His heavy breaths and your breathless whimpers and moans drowned out the droning of the TV.

He curled his fingers inside you, initiating a yelp from you. Your legs were spread, one dangling off the couch, your socks the only clothing left on your body.

“Please can I fuck you,” he whimpered into your ear. It contrasted with his usual gruff voice, but he needed this. It wasn’t long before he thrusted, in one smooth stroke, into your pussy. Every thrust caused you to cry out, and you pleaded with him out loud for nothing in particular. You were in complete ecstasy. He sat up from your ravaged neck and threw your legs over his shoulders to get deeper. His strong, tan, sweat slicked shoulders. His hand fumbled on your clit while the other held one of your legs in place.

Every thrust made an unholy sound echo through your living room, his grunts as he thrusted complimenting them. His bare cock stretched you, he was so big. Him rubbing on your clit made you so overwhelmingly pleasured. So much so that tears ran down the side of your face.

The pace and power of his thrusts quickened, and your legs began to tremble with you pushing toward your climax.

“Joe, I’m gonna cum.” You barely could get it out. You wanted him close to you, pressed against you so could cling to him. One arm gripping what you could of the couch cushion, the other reached out for his thick arm.

“I know, angel, me too,” he groaned, throwing his head back as he thoroughly fucked you. He knew what you wanted, how you liked to dig your nails into him to keep you grounded every time he fucked you this rough. So he dropped your legs back down onto the couch, and laid his full weight on top of you, wrapping his arms fully around your torso. He groaned and grunted with every thrust into your ear, his muscular, tan middle against your soft, pretty pale stomach.

You were cumming, and you said his name like a prayer as his pace didn’t slow down. You wrapped your legs around him as they began to tremble. He thrusted hard, clinging to you as you felt him cum in you. He pressed deep into you, and whimpered in your ear. Your nails were dug into his back, and you both came down from these highs together, savoring every drop of pleasure you both were feeling. A wave of drowsiness went through you.

“I love you so much. You did so good,” Joe murmured in your ear.

“I love you,” you said softly. He got up off you, slipping his boxers back on as he sat on the couch. You weren’t so quick to bounce back from the events that just took place.

You laid on your back, legs splayed pressed together to the side.

“Hey.” Joe slipped his hand between the fold of your stomach and thighs to gently rub your stomach. “You wanna go upstairs?” He whispered as he gazed at you with care and concern.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you said, drowsy.

A small chuckle escaped his lips. He stood, grabbing you under your knees and back to carry you up the stairs.

“I look ridiculous,” you whined, as you leaned your head on his chest to look up at him.

He shook his head, smirking, making it to your room. He genuinely thought you looked beautiful. You lay undressed in his arms, lips and neck flush from his manipulation, the only blemishes on your otherwise flawless skin. Your long eyelashes over your lidded gaze made his head spiral, and made him remember how he got you here in the first place. He gently placed you on the bed, pulling the covers over your shivering body. He went around to get in on his side, and gently pulled you close to him in the dark.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Mmhm,” you responded, half asleep.

“That wasn’t too hard?” You smiled with your eyes closed at his care for you.

You hummed a no, and you felt him smile against you. Before you passed out, you blabbed one last thought.

“I think we’re gonna have to wash the couch, like everything on the couch.”

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader? He is still doing his world even when he had the days off, so she came with a plan in mind. She presses kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract him enough to stop. Eventually their son, Jack does the same to him. Just something fluff and romantic. Thanks!! :)))

So yeah I know it's a bit late but enjoy it and PLEASE PLEASE SEND ME SOME OF YOUR BRILLIANT IDEAS ALSO!!! I AM VERY THANKFUL FOR IT.

This year’s race schedule marked the 8th race in Monaco with just a decent result for the Mercedes Team with just P5 for George and P7 for Lewis. Despite Lewis adding up with one more bonus point for the fastest lap, the team still ended in fourth place, with no hope really for the world’s constructor running. The lack of progress and consistently poor results were taking a toll on their morale. Toto Wolff, the team principal, knew that something needed to change. As he sat in his office, pondering the team's predicament, there was a gentle knock at the door. Y/n, Toto's wife, entered the room with a concerned expression. She had noticed the stress and strain on Toto's face and wanted to offer her support. "How are you holding up?" she asked softly.

Toto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's been tough," he admitted with a weary voice. "We just can't seem to get a breakthrough this season. The car's not performing. It feels like we're failing further after every race. And as the team principal, I just don’t want to let everyone down. Especially Lewis I owe him his 8th title. I just wish there was something I could do to turn this thing around.” Y/n stepped closer, her heart aching for the man she loved. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, offering a small gesture of support.

"It won't be like this forever," she said softly. "You'll figure it out. You always do, remember when I told you not to set the hot lap in Nurburgring in a Porsche and you still did anyway. You are just as stubborn as that because the Toto Wolff I know will not back down from any challenge even the stupidest one. So go team Wolff!”

Toto glanced up at his wife, her words a lifeline in the storm of challenges that faced him. He could see the earnestness in her eyes, the unwavering belief in him. It stirred something deep within him, a flicker of determination. He reached out, taking her hand in his, and squeezed it gently. "Thank you for believing in me, Schatz. And well I did pay a hefty price for the accident that day on the Nordschleife track.”

Y/n smiled softly, her eyes filled with love and admiration for her husband's resilience. She knew the heavy price Toto had paid for his passion for racing, the sacrifices he had made, both physically and emotionally.

"I'll always believe in you, no matter what," she assured him once more. "And I know you'll rise back up from this. You've got the strength and the determination to do it." She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her husband's forehead, all the way down to his arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, and temple - anywhere she could reach. Much to her delight, Toto couldn't resist her affection and stopped working to enjoy the moment. Just at that moment, their son Jack ran into the room, stomped his little feet and demanded that he could join his mom and dad. He planted a sloppy kiss on Toto's cheek, making him laugh and forget about work completely. Toto's heart swelled with love and contentment. He leaned back in his chair, gathering his family in his arms, and took a moment to savour the precious moment. "Thank you," he whispered, feeling grateful for their love and the reminder that there was more to life than just work. Jack snuggled against him and smiled. "We missed you, papa," he said softly. “Can we watch a movie together?” He asked with excitement, a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Of course, Jack.”

“Can we watch Cars? I wanna see Mcqueen go vroom vroom so fast like Uncle Lewis.”

“Sure, baby. Now how about we race downstairs?” Y/n said.

Together, they raced down the stairs, Toto and Jack's laughs echoing through the room. At the bottom of the stairs, Jack cheered as he reached the finish line first. "I win!" he exclaimed, panting and out of breath but smiling widely.

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[seat-safety-switch]

When I do something well, I give myself a little treat. And when things are going really poorly, I also give myself a little treat. Sometimes I just give myself a little treat, out of the blue, no reason, it's been awhile since my last little treat.

Now, you might be the kind of person who only gives themselves inexpensive gifts. One of those big, chewy mall cookies, maybe. A triple-taco platter at the local Mexiporium Bulk Tacos. For me, even if the gift is inexpensive, it will often result in a lot of work. As an example, I present last week's little treat: a worn-out old tube radio that I found at a junk store.

I figured it would be a fun little project, the perfect thing to take my mind off all those other fun little projects I hadn't finished yet. Unfortunately, getting parts for it turned out to be a huge pain in the ass that took the entire week and required me to talk to (yech!) a bunch of people (eugh!) and then give them more money. I definitely needed to buy myself some treats after struggling through all that suffering, which means the radio isn't done either.

This spiral of heroic effort, followed by minor reward, has repeated itself several times more since then. Last night, I was shopping on eBay just to distract myself from having to shop on eBay. Historically, this kind of thing has only ended in bankruptcy, which is a real pain in the ass to file and will probably need a big little treat for me to get over.

Hey, you made it all the way to the bottom of this story. Why don't you go get yourself a small gift? You deserve it. Just stick to something itty-bitty, that you can get done with pretty quickly. Hey, how about a worn-out old Porsche Boxster? That's a pretty new car. I bet you can get it up and running with a new battery, tops.

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You get the sudden feeling that you’ve been completely messed about at this stupid house party.

Down the driveway, your so-called friend is climbing into the passenger seat of a Porsche, leaving you behind in less than ideal autumn-garb; A red dress that falls too short and clings too thin to your wind-whipped torso, and a sad excuse for a shawl are all you have for warmth.

And if things could get any worse, you’re likely going to have to walk home in the kitten heels you insisted on wearing.

Behind you, a clunky wooden front door heaves open, producing the sweet but hopeless guy who’s been following you around all night. James, you think is his name.

He’s relatively attractive, in a sort of lost puppy way. Big brown eyes and pouty lips, a softness to his tone that could probably buckle knees if he took better advantage of it. Still, he’s thinner and scraggly, and lacks any kind of social quip to make that likely.

He skips down the steps, his dress coat flung dejectedly over his shoulder, and a frown tying his brows together. His friend from earlier is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” you say tentatively and his hung head picks up, though his mouth only hardens its angry line. He takes in your unlucky state, and any trace of the puppy-love softness he’d shown you all night is gone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

You scoff. “Please. He’s not my boyfriend.” His face remains stony and unaffected. “I don’t know what I ever saw in him.”

James reaches his free hand up to push back his hair, and you stare at his tensing arm without really realizing it.

“Yeah, neither do I,” he says, hiking his jacket further over his shoulder and walking past you.

In a small window of time, you realize he has keys that he’s fishing out of his slacks pocket—car keys—and your aching feet override your nerves.

“Uh, James?” You both spin towards each other, your back now to the house and his to the cars. You realize that’s probably not the only thing that switched between you tonight. Ironically, you’re the one chasing after him now.

“Yeah,” he says, agitated, when all you do is stare. You look to the empty space where your ride once was, and back to James.

“Could you give me a lift home?”

Something about the way his expression slackens turns your insides out. When was the last time someone looked so disappointed in you? As far as you know, most of the decisions you make go over very well, and no one is ever upset with you (save your sister, who is never happy if she can help it).

But here is James, with eyes holding the most loathing likely ever directed your way, and with every right.

He shakes his head, but says, “Yeah, whatever.”

Somehow that might be worse.

Trailing after him, you come up on his old sedan, a car that seems like it’d have a myriad of mechanical problems. He has to stick his key in the driver’s door to unlock it.

When he gets his door open, he unlocks the rest of them, and you slide awkwardly into the leathery bench beside him. James seems to notice your unfamiliarity and shreds your self esteem further with a scoff.

“It’s not a convertible, I know. Sorry to disappoint.”

“No,” you immediately defend, warm from his apt assessment of you. James gives you a sideways glance of warning. “I mean, yes, I was expecting something else, but it’s—I’m not…”

“It’s fine,” James sighs, turning the car on, “it’s just a lift home. You made it pretty clear that that’s all you want me for.”

As James pulls into the street, you watch the house slip away, party like a fizzling ember fighting the midnight cold.

“That’s not true,” you say, though you’re not sure you feel it at all. Your voice is overly sweet, an attempt at the voice that serves to get you what you want, when you want it.

You’re not entirely sure what you want anymore, but James brushes it off anyway, like it’s a revolting bug.

“Yes, it is.”

It astonishes you how easily he can cut you down. He’s hardly speaking loud enough to be heard above the radio, just a bitter rake of a comment, but you’re floored all the same.

The car falls silent, and you stare at your lap instead of out the window. You feel thoroughly scolded, dissected and left to put yourself back together. You don’t think you’ll cry, but you’re not ruling it out.

When James pulls past a stop sign, approaching your neighborhood, he glances over at you.

“Yknow.” He pauses, licking his lips. “I didn’t even expect you to like me back.” His eyes return to the street “And it’s fine that you don’t, but—but you could’ve just told me.”

You rub your hands over the hem of your dress, a foreign set of nerves gripping your chest. Realistically, you could weather the storm until he drops you off, but for some reason you desperately want to rectify the situation.

You want to tell him that yes, of course you liked him all this time, because that should be true. Except it’s not.

James’ car rolls up to the curb outside your place. He sighs, gripping the steering wheel.

“I really cared about you. I went to that party for you, and I ignored everyone who said I was stupid for doing it.” Shaking his head, James looks at you, anger peeling back to reveal raw hurt. “But you’re so conceited.”

You expel a painful breath, all the wind knocked out of you.

“I know.” Breaking eye contact, you flick your eyes to your shoes. Flattery and shame twine together in your throat. “Did you really go to the party for me?”

James nods.

“Went to the party, got that guy to date your sister,” he lists. “I even learned French for you. And what did it get me? A whole lot of—”

Without really thinking, you surge forward and pull James’ lips onto yours. They lay warm and firm over your mouth, and you can’t deny how right it feels.

You’re expecting James to pull back, to push you away, but he does the opposite. One hand laces into your pristine hair, holding you to him, and the other wraps around your back.

It’s a perfect kiss, the kind that you always dreamed of, and it makes a giddy laugh bubble out of your mouth.

When you pull away, you’re dizzy and a little self-pitying. You could’ve been kissing James like this whole time instead of chasing after some pea-brained asshole in a nice car.

James seems to watch the thought wash over you, because he kisses you one more time to remind you that it doesn’t matter, that you’re here now. Then he lets you go, and you relish in the way his hands linger over your waist, your neck. The giddy feeling comes back twofold.

“Night,” you say through a prim smile. “Thanks for the lift.”

James’ eyes crease a little at the edges from his returning smile. “G’night, beautiful.”

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Lust 2 +18 | Jenna Ortega

JENNA'S POV:

I open my eyes and gaze at the white ceiling of our bedroom. Harry came home late last night, and the first thing he did was dive under the shower and then slip under the covers, falling asleep almost immediately.

I sigh loudly at the memory.

It wasn't the first time this happened, but can I at least get some attention when I secure a new job? Apparently, Harry only looked at me when he felt like it.

I turn to the side of our marital bed, but his figure is not in sight.

I nervously bite my lower lip, staring at the alarm clock next to our conjugal bed.

"Well… the time has come," I whisper weakly, carefully lifting myself from the sheets and hesitantly placing my feet on the floor.

I sigh, and with a mental encouragement, I decide to get up to face my first day as a teacher.

Worry grows inside me as I have no clue how to start the curriculum, and the prospect of facing a mass of teenagers, full of hormones or terribly cruel, doesn't help at all.

I head to the bathroom, trying to dispel the nerves building up in my stomach. The shower water flows warm, and as I feel the steam envelop my body, I try to focus on the opportunities this job could bring.

I step out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes reflect a mix of emotions, from fear to excitement. I leave the bathroom and walk to the wardrobe, still with the towel around me, and choose an outfit that strikes a balance between casual and professionalism. I opt for a stylish white shirt paired with a black knee-length skirt. I put on moderate heels to add a touch of confidence to my stride.

I look at myself in the mirror and smile with satisfaction.

I descend the stairs and see my husband in a tuxedo with the briefcase resting on the table. I smile at seeing Harry struggling with the tie.

"Good morning, dear. Do you have an important meeting today?" I ask with a smile as I watch Harry struggling with the tie.

"I have to leave early," Harry replies coldly, without looking up. "I can't be late."

"I understand," I respond, trying to hide the disappointment. "I hope everything goes well in the meeting. I'll call you later to tell you how my first day of work went."

Harry nods distantly, finishing fixing the tie. "Let me know if you need anything," he adds, but the tone is more of a formality than a sincere expression of concern.

"Okay," I say, trying not to let the bitterness show.

I help Harry grab the briefcase, and then I see him walking towards the door. "The driver will accompany you," he starts, looking at his wristwatch. "If you don't want to, you can use your car or go on foot," he says before leaning towards my face.

Harry joins his lips with mine, and I sense something strange in the gesture, as if it were wrong. I try to ignore the unpleasant feeling, but a knot forms in my stomach, making the kiss more of a courtesy than a sincere expression of affection.

Harry sighs. "I know we don't spend much time together… but I'm really swamped with work," he justifies, looking at me with guilt-filled eyes.

"Don't worry," I pull my lips into a small smile, "it's okay, your job keeps you busy all the time." I lift my chin, and I see Harry smiling at me shyly.

"To make up a bit, I've booked a dinner at a restaurant tonight," Harry announces, trying to add a touch of enthusiasm to his voice.

"That's good news," I respond with a genuine smile, although the strange feeling from the kiss continues to whisper in my mind. "It will be a pleasant evening."

"Good," Harry smiles, and then he leaves through the door, letting the feeling of loneliness take over me.

I grab an apple from a basket and take a bite, then, grabbing the bag I left near the door last night, I leave. I stop outside the front door and immediately return, walking towards the cabinet to take the keys to my car: a Porsche.

I smile and head towards the garage.

After the garage opens, I smile genuinely. "Here's my baby," I say affectionately as I approach the driver's side, opening the car door.

I run my hands over the steering wheel, squeezing my knuckles tightly, and start the car, speeding towards the university with a determination that reflects my anxiety and desire to face this new adventure.

The journey is relatively short, and I sigh with relief seeing the outline of the college in the distance. I slow down the car, stretching my neck on both sides to spot a free spot in the parking lot.

A smile unconsciously forms on my face when I notice one almost two steps from the entrance.

As I drive, I notice many students entering school stopping and staring at my car with curiosity, while others seem to pay it no mind. I press the brake when I see a guy skateboarding pass close to the hood. "Reckless," I mutter to myself before parking.

As soon as I get out of the car, I feel many eyes on me, and whispers begin to echo in the air.

"Wow, what a car,"

"Do we want to talk about her? Ugh, I'd fuck her,"

"Bitch"

"But who does she think she is,"

"Cool."

These were just some of the comments I could hear as I walked, comments that I decided to ignore for the sake of everyone. I had no desire to argue at that time in the morning.

I look around, observing the lively surroundings filled with student chatter. I turn the corner, and suddenly, I feel a body collide with mine.

"And what the hell!" shouts a female voice, and my senses activate recognizing the owner of that voice.

"You?" I say unconsciously, slightly irritated. The girl opens her mouth in surprise and then smiles mockingly.

MARTINA'S POV:

The morning had started off terribly, considering that last night Jessica, despite her apologies, didn't want to see me. Well, after all, she and I weren't anything serious, and especially, I could aim for one of her cheerleader friends to pass the time.

I unconsciously smiled at this possibility.

Later, I woke up late; Jackson didn't accompany me to college, and now I collided with someone while in a hurry.

My eyes carefully analyze the body of the girl I knocked down; I must say she was extremely sexy: brown hair gracefully falling on her shoulders, brown eyes piercing the soul, full lips, and freckles surrounding her face.

She must be a new student.

"Look who's back," I smile widely, observing the outfit she was wearing: a white shirt and a black skirt that reached her knees, high heels.

The girl rolls her eyes with annoyance.

"What do you want, kid?" she responds with irritation, and I playfully smile.

The girl has character.

"I'm sorry," I say with a fake innocent tone, trying to get forgiveness from this Greek goddess. "Also for the other time… I was rude," I add, approaching her.

The brunette raises an eyebrow with confusion and lifts one corner of her lips.

"Okay, sorry for calling you that, I'm nervous," she begins, sighing tiredly and walks towards me. My head turns to the left, watching as the girl passes by me, and my eyes ardently gaze at the brunette's figure; figure? I meant, a stunning rear.

I tighten my backpack and walk towards her, putting myself at her side.

"You're new, right?" I ask curiously.

The brunette glances at me and continues to walk down the hallway. "I'm looking for class 5A," she says, turning right without fully answering my question.

I quicken my pace and approach the girl, smiling openly. "Well, you're lucky; I also have to go that way," I tell her, pointing to the hallway. The brunette raises an eyebrow with curiosity as she continues walking.

"And then why were you walking in the opposite direction?" she asks, intrigued. Her tone is polite but informal.

Actually, I had initially intended to head to the bathroom for a quickie with Katia, but my attention was quickly captured by the new student.

"I was going to the bathroom," I simply reply, trying to keep my answer vague. "And not now?" she asks innocently. "No," I confirm.

"Anyway, you can go; I don't need to be accompanied," the girl says, quickening her pace.

The brunette remains firm, with a detached and cold attitude. Even though she seems little inclined to conversation at the moment, my determination to get to know her better doesn't waver.

"At least tell me your name!" I shout to her, hoping she hears me. The brunette calmly responds, "Jenna." I smile satisfied.

Jenna… Jenna… well, I must say it suits her perfectly: a sexy name for a sexy girl.

Well then, I have a mission this year: Jenna must come to bed with me, and I wouldn't be interested in anyone else until I get what I want.

"Let the hunt begin," I whisper, licking my lips as I savor the imminent victory, and I continue walking down the hallway.

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Switch of Daylight: Chapter Thirteen, Volturi

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[Twelve] [Thirteen] [One]

"He's going to make the Volturi change their minds." Alice tells us after a vision.

"It's almost noon now." Bella announces, checking her watch. Alice going as fast as she can in th Porsche.

"There's Volterra." Alice points up to a village. Now pushing the car even faster than before. Everyone in the village is wearing red. The car weaving through people. "Why are they all wearing red?" Bella questions.

"San Marcos Day festival. The perfect setting. Large crowds. The Volturi won't let him get far enough to reveal himself- he's counting on that." She explains to my sister who's freaking out.

"We only have five minutes."

Alice slams on the breaks, bringing us to a halt. The police wave her back and Bella jumps out. "Where's the square?" She asks. "Follow that lane-" My sister's already running. "He'll be under the clock tower!" Alice shouts after her.

As we watch Bella we then see a figure in a black coat, tracking her. He disappears and I go to open the door but Alice stops me. "[Name], they'll kill you." She says. "I really have nothing to live for anymore, Alice. I'll be killed either way. We both know it." I tell her, it was something no one wanted to bring up.

Why would they? I'm slowly turning into a hybrid, the most powerful being to exist. Something the Volturi can't let happen. Neither can the wolves. As much as I'm fighting it, I'm getting weaker.

"Don't say that, I can protect you." Her face morphs into a sad expression I don't think  I've ever had to witness before. I take in a breath, checking where Bella's body was just at, my hand still touching the door handle. Then looking back at Alice.

"Does she make it?" I ask. "Yes." She whispers. "We need to get there before they get them." I say, she nods her head, I take my hand off the handle and sit back.

I notice her shoulders fall and she begins to drive the Porsche to park it somewhere. Once we get in a shaded area she puts her hood up, I take the stupid hat off and put on the hood of my long sleeve. I feel my body shudder, my knees almost giving out. Alice holds onto my body, helping me stay up.

"Let's go." I demand, she hums, her small body fitting underneath my arm. "I know a shortcut." She tells me, we go behind buildings and then finding alleys that lead to others so we don't have to bump into too many people. "[Name] you're getting weaker." She suddenly says, I didn't even notice how droopy I was becoming.

"I'm sorry." I straighten my poster. "You need to take some of my energy." She leans me against the wall and I let out a shakey breath, hitting my head against the brick. "No." I close my eyes.

"I'll take their energy when we get there." I try to walk, almost falling forward but she catches me once again. "Please, just enough to walk on your own." She pleads with me.

"Just enough," I repeat, focusing on what I was doing I take some of her energy and I'm able to let her go without stumbling. I glance at her and I see her eyes sunken in a little bit. "I took too much." My eyes widen.

"No- no you didn't, I can still run, let's go." She takes my hand and we begin to start running where we need to go.

We hear their voices and start getting closer, Alice lightly trips when we get toward them. We pull off our hoods.

"Come on, guys. It's a festival." We reach Edward and my sister, positioning ourselves in a protective stance in front of Bella. "We wouldn't want to make a scene." I continue.

"There won't be any scene. And we'll still win." I recognize him from when Jasper and Alice were telling me about them. His name is Felix.

"But not easily-" "Enough." Jane, a tiny woman with blonde hair cuts the conversation. We take a step back, knowing her ability. "Jane." Edward nods.

"Who is she?" I hear my sister ask Alice. "Just do as she says." Alice motions. Jane tosses Edward an overcoat, he easily slips it on. "Follow me." She orders, turning and heading up the alley.

I glare at them from behind, knowing I could easily take their energy and power but also knowing it wouldn't end good.

We follow them.

I feel the energy I once had falter, having to cover it up I bounce on my other knee a little bit. I know Edward noticed it though. He moves closer to me.

"Take mine." Is all he whispered. I glance at him, shaking my head. "Do it." He mumbles a little more sternly. He forcibly grabs my wrist and I close my eyes.

"Ok, ok." I smack him away, focusing on what I had to do again.

We get to more narrow alleys, the path ends at a wall of the brick similar to the other walls. Without breaking the pace of the walking we were doing Jane strides in forward, dropping down a hole in the street. A drain.

Alice follows, me going next. "It's alright, Alice and [Name] will catch you." I hear Edward tell Bella as we now wait at the bottom. We do exactly as said by him and then when he lands beside us he takes Bella, pulling her close to him.

Next we go into an elevator, the door clanging shut and the noise hurting my ears. I feel that warm feeling again and I tense up. I'm not even angry so I don't understand why it's happening.

The elevator opens to a nicely elegant space that has an old world look to it. We're greeted by a human receptionist. "Buon pomeriggio."

We head through the lobby, reaching double doors that open. The three ancients, Aro, Marcus and Caius sit in three seats there. Aro rises, greeting us and taking Edward's hand, shaking it.

"What a happy surprise! Bella is alive after all. Isn't that wonderful?" Aro grins, announcing it to everyone in the world. Caius has a sour expression laid upon his face. Marcus could care less.

Aro doesn't let go of Edward's hand. "Her blood appeals to you so much it makes me thirsty. How can you stand to be so close to her?" He questions Edward. "It's not without effort." He responds, making Aro laugh. "I can see that."

Bella looks at Edward confused so he explains, "One touch and Aro can see every thought I've ever had in my life."

"You're quite the telepath yourself, Edward. Though, you can't read Bella's thoughts. Fascinating." He releases Edward's hand and turns to Bella. "I would love to see if you are an exception to my gifts, as well."

He reaches for my sister's hand who is hesitant at first but she doesn't have a choice so he extends his hand. She finally takes it. Confusion sweeps over him.

"Interesting." He releases her hand and goes back to his chair. "I wonder if-" "No!" Edward shouts.

I look between everyone, observing everyone's emotions. Alice moves closer to me. She knows if he gets anything from us he's going to know what's going to happen to me. I've come to terms with it.

"Let's see if she's immune to all our powers, shall we Jane?" Aro ignores Edward. Jane turns to Bella but Edward springs in front of her. Jane focuses her gaze onto him which flings him across the room where he collapses. My eyes widen and I focus onto her. Taking her energy.

Alice goes to tell me to stop but it's too late. She's not able to use her ability anymore. "Jane, dear?" Aro asks her, smiling at me now. Jane's grin turned to anger.

"[Name], isn't it?" I back away from him. "Now, now." He laughs. I take deep breaths trying to calm down as I feel the warmth get hotter on my skin. I look over at Alice whose eyebrows are furrowed, not knowing what to do as Bella is helping Edward up.

Them just as worried about me. Bella and him don't know much but obviously now Edward does reading our minds.

"I've heard about you." He says, not reaching out for my hand just yet. "What about me?" I ask him, building a confidence. "You're with Alice, a prize sure enough... and Jasper, a good mix." His grin was starting to really freak me out now. "You're a recent turn, yes?"

"Nice observation." I glare at him, he giggles, nodding his head. "Don't get to hostile on me, you're warming up!" He looks back at the others. My chest begins to heave up and down rapidly. Alice was staring at me, never leaving. Edward was observing everyone.

And I hope he was listening to me because I was just praying for him to take care of my family now. "You know?" I tilt my head, trying to back up again.

"That you're in the midst of a transformation?" He smiles, "yes." He answers, I feel Alice's emotions fly off the handle, not knowing what to do. I look over at her. "It's okay." I whisper.

"You're going to kill me?" My eyes flicker from him to the ones behind him. "I could. You're in your most vulnerable stage of the transformation." He informs me, confusing me since I was told there's not much information about my kind.

"You're not the only hybrid to exist." He laughs. "Wolves are such-" He pauses. "Emotional beings."

"Are you going to kill me or not?" I fold my arms. "[Name] stop-" Bella pleads, tears were etched in her eyes, tempting to fall. "There's so many decisions to make today." He says to Caius and Marcus.

"It's remarkable! Bella confounds us all and her sister... turning into one of the most powerful beings to exist. What do we do with you two now?" He grins.

"You already know what you'll do, Aro." Marcus says, seemingly bored. "Bella knows too much; she's a liability. [Name] is a danger." Caius adds on. "That's true. Unless Edward intends to give her immortality." Aro talks about Bella first, looking at Edward.

"But that's not your intention, is it. Shame." Aro nods to Felix who moves toward Bella, I'm already held back by others. But before he can he take a few steps, Edward tackles him.

"Edward don't!" Bella screams, Alice leaps to help but more Volturi guards hold her back just like me. We both struggle to get out of their grip. And I know I can take their energy but there's only so much I can take.

Edward is fast, anticipating Felix's moves but Felix is stronger. Felix grabs Edward, throwing him in the ceiling smashing against the marble he drops down and immediately kicked. "Stop this! Please!" Bella begs to Aro who ignores her to lean forward and study Edward. I look at Jane who is itching to step him but Aro gestures her to step back.

Felix takes some hits but then lifts Edward overhead, cracking him and flinging him against a wall. Bella runs to Aro but the Volturi Guard flings her away. She hits hard against the wall.

Bella gets up and kneels in front of him. "Do it! Kill me! Just leave them alone! Leave my sister alone!" She yanks her collar back, exposing her neck to them. I feel my energy leave me and it's worse than before. The warmth beginning to burn even more.

The guards were the only thing holding me up at this point. "Enough!" Aro stops Felix, he immediately releases Edward who manages to look up. "Get away from her!" Edward moves toward but gets pinned by Janes powers causing him to writhe in agony.

"Edward, stop! I've already seen it." Alice says. "Alice stay out of it." Edward says through gritted teeth.

"Alice." I attempt to say but it's getting hard to even speak. "I know what to do." She says, Aro's intrigued, he gestures Jane to stop. She does as told. "Ah yes, the clairvoyant. I saw your gift in Edward's thoughts. What is it you've seen?" Aro questions her.

"Don't" Edward warns her.

"I'm the one who will change Bella. I'll also keep [Name] away from anyone who she could hurt. She's not a danger. I can see it." She tells him, he's surprised along with Bella.

"Please, be my guest." He gestures to her. "Not here. Their father is in law enforcement. If either one goes missing there will be questions." She tells him. "He is easily dealt with." Caius rolls his eyes.

"It will happen, Aro. See for yourself." Alice stands tall. I see Edward glance back at me, the guards are still holding me back as they think I'm a threat. A threat who can barely even stand. I see him smirk at my thoughts. I wink at him.

She thrusts her hand out to Aro who nods to the guards holding he rot release her. She gives him her hand and he closes his hand. I don't know what he saw but when he let go you could see he's in disbelief but also utterly delighted. He lets go of her.

"Mesmerizing! To see the things you've seen, that haven't even happened yet!" Aro gasps. Alice moves to Edward's side, helping him up then apologizing to him.

The guards let me go and I stumble to the floor. Not able to lift myself up anymore.

"Your gifts will make for an intriguing immortal. Go make your preparations." Aro tells my sister who then hurries to Edward's side, too.

I tiredly huff, trying to lift myself up. It's getting hotter. I feel sweat actually begin to start on my forehead.

"You're letting them leave?" Caius questions. I then feel multiple people lift me up, the coolness of their hands feel good contrasted with the heat erupting my body. "Dear Caius, the girl's disappearance will be conspicuous at best. And surely you see her potential." Aro argues with one of his partners.

"Let us be done with this. Heidi will arrive any moment." Marcus disinterested in what just confided.

Edward is fully recovered now, taking Bella's hand while also helping Alice with getting me out of here. Demetri leads us out of the hall.

As we make our way up the corridor, we see a group of two dozen tourists, led by a beautiful vampire. We all stop to let them pass. I watch Demetri give her a flirtatious smile. "Nice fishing, Heidi, save some for me." She smiles then gives Bella and I a curious look then continues away to the room. "This way, please. Stay together..."

As the group gets into the room we hear their horrid screams, Edward and Alice rush us out of the area.

"[Name], you can't fight this much longer." Carlisle tells me as I lay on their couch. "I don't-" I huff out in pain. "I don't have a choice." I argue with him.

I've been here for a few days after we were in Italy to save Edward. My dad thinks I'm at the hospital right now with a sickness. I get brought back to the house at night after he visits me. I thankfully got to pass out for two days. Meaning I missed a valuable conversation about Bella getting turned into a vampire. But Edward told me they figured it out to push it back a little further.

Now being in the house as the transformation only gets worse the more I fight it. "It's only going to get worse." He sits on the coffee table in front of me. It's like he's reading my thoughts. Didn't think I was in front of Edward.

I'm wearing a tank top and shorts with an ice pack on my forehead to attempt to cool the heat I feel. "It's either this or kill me already." I snap at him, gritting through my teeth with the pain.

Another episode of the heat getting to me. I start crying as it burns. "[Name] just let go." Jasper shows into my view, wiping my face. "No, no, I can't!" I cry out, holding myself in pain.

"You're hurting yourself." He replaces Carlisle from where he was sitting and grips onto my hand as I squeeze it. "It's okay." I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Why are you doing this?" He questions me. "I'll be a danger." I cry, the pain subsiding now.

"You won't Alice saw it, darling." He brings my hand closer to him, I watch him tiredly. "I haven't forgiven you guys yet... A part of me... I'm still hurt." I tell him. "What if my anger is worse and it's directed towards you guys? Either I die or you die." My breathing is starting to get frantic at the thought of them being killed by my own hands.

"We're a lot stronger than you think, [Name]." Emmett comes in with a smirk, Rosalie rolling her eyes at his words. "It's not going to happen." She lightly hits him.

"I'm not doing it." I say. "I'm going to continue to fight it." I attempt to sit up but my chest feels heavy and I fall backwards. Alice comes over with a bag of blood.

"Drink." She hands it to me. "It's human." I shake my head.

"Billy said it's one of the only things that will give you some sort of relief." She shakes it again, putting it closer to my face.

"No one was killed for it, it's Bella's she donated." Carlisle tells me and I look at the bag. "It feels wrong." I look away from it, fighting the urge to drink it.

"Stop being stubborn, please [Name]." Alice pleads with me, I stay quiet, looking at both Jasper and Alice's expressions. In an annoyed manner I grab the bag.

Opening it to drink it. Once I start I feel different. I furrow my eyebrows but continue. I feel myself actually being able to sit up. I drink the rest of it and throw the bag on the table beside Jasper. "How do you feel?" Carlisle asks.

"Amazing." I grin.

"We have a few more bags, we were told wolf blood could help too. Your friends from the Rez decided to help." Carlisle tells me, opening the fridge to show a few bags.

"It stinks but as long as you're okay." Rosalie half-heartedly jokes. I know she's serious but it brings some humor.

"They willingly went to the hospital with you there?" I ask, actually curious. "They knew it was to help you. That's all that mattered." Carlisle says, closing the fridge.

I see Alice and Jasper look at each other then at everyone else. I think they got the memo. "We're going to go hunt, we'll see you guys in a bit." Esme tells us three, gently pushing Emmett and Rosalie to start walking.

Once they're out of the house I look at the two in front of me. I sit up straight and move myself so I can look at them.

"We need to have a conversation about everything, [Name]." Alice takes one of my hands as Jasper has the other. "I know." I nod.

"You need to finish this transformation." Jasper starts, I know I'd be cut off if I even tried to disagree so I stay quiet.

"We understand your fears, but your pain is too much, soon your final transformation will be longer than it should be." Alice finishes. "How do you know that?" I fold my arms. I was told that we barely knew anything about this. How do they all of a sudden know so much.

"The Volturi dealt with it. Carlisle was there. There was a member just like you. They tried to fight it due to Aro's request. The transformation lasted days. Almost two weeks." Alice tells me with anguish lingering in her face. Her eyes flicking from my hand she held to my face.

"[Name] please get your anger with us out now. Let's talk so you feel better." Jasper says to me and I close my eyes.

"Why'd you ignore my calls?" I asked.

"It was petty. I saw you with Sam. For some reason I could see everything you did with him even though he was a wolf." Alice admits to me.

"I thought you were falling for him. It hurt to watch. Every move you made changed the out come of what was happening with Sam. If you thought of us, it was against Sam. If you were to infatuated with the moment that you were in I watched you fall in love with him." She explains everything to me, I melted a little in the couch from the thought of her watching that. Knowing she was in love with me and watching me with someone else.

"I would never get with Sam." I mutter.

"But you thought about it a few times. Rightfully as we left you the way we did. It just still hurt. I'm sorry we weren't there for you when you needed us." Alice sincerely says.

"I'm sorry we told you to leave your family too. It was a selfish request." Jasper adds in. "We want you to be okay, [Name]." He kisses my hand softly.

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WE ARE NOT SEEING ENOUGH OF MIRAGE GUYS

So I'm taking matters into my own goddamn hands-

Meeting Mirage ;)

Either Noah or Mirage might be a little OOC, but I'm giving it a shot

Takes place after the movie, with fem pronouns

Enjoy!

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Dude, where the hell are you?

Y/N was currently sent a page to Noah, her best friend of 3 years. He was suppose to pick her up from work, as her car broke down and is still getting fixed at the mechanics, but it was well over 20 minutes and he still hasn't showed. He was suppose to be there at 7:30, and now it's almost dark.

I'kl be there in 10 minutes! Domething just csme uo

Several typos, whatever the hell is happening over there is really making him either rush or panic... actually those are both kind of in the same sense.

Letting out a sigh through her nose, Y/N quickly typed out a response.

Yeah, yeah. Better keep to your promise, Sonic.

Not even letting him respond, the H/C-nette shoved the device into her coat pocket. Sure it may be the beginning of the summer, but she get cold easily.

And I mean very easily.

"Man, I really need a hot shower right now."

10 minutes breezed by quickly, seemingly in a blink of an eye. About to page Noah again, Y/N stopped in her tracks when a honk sounded in front of her.

Looking up, her eyes widen in complete surprise at the image in front of them. Her best friend, Noah Diaz, in a fucking Porsche. Well, it looked like it seen better days, but still.

"Yo, you gonna get in or are you just gonna stand there looking so surprised?" Noah shouted from inside the car, a smug look on his face.

Snapping out of it, Y/N got inside the car, buckling in her seatbelt.

Once the seatbelt clicked, Noah started the car onto the route back to Y/N's apartment complex. 5 minutes in and the two are making small talk and all that before Y/N asked him a question.

"So, what happened?"

"Hm?"

"To the Porsche. Looks like Frankenstein's monster."

Noah let's out a small chuckle at the comment, "Oh uh, some guy sold it to me for a good price. Because it was all banged up and stuff. Couldn't even start."

"When did you get it?"

"Got it 2 months ago, still has some kinks that need to be fixed. But we've made some progress." He patted the dashboard in a comforting way, a somber smile on his face.

"2 months ago? Weren't you in Perú during that time? Also is Reeks helping you fix the car?"

"Yeah. I think I made a pretty good decision going there..also Reeks is just helping me get the parts, I'm mainly doing the fixing."

"Mm, pretty good job so far. I could help with the paint job? The blue and silver seems to be fading out, but I think it a fresh coat will make it look gorgeous."

After she finished that comment, the car felt like it heated up a little. Not too much to notice, but just enough.

"By the way, what did you do in Perú again?"

"Oh, to study for a job I was doing..got to see some of the landscapes and all that..and nearly died-"

"What was that?"

"Wha-nothing! Don't worry about it at all."

A silence fell between you too, an awkward silence to be exact. He's a little more fidgety than usual.. probably from exhaustion. It's something he does whenever he's very tired. Man, he must be more exhausted than usual.

"Sorry I called you so late, like right after your new job and stuff. It must be tiring."

"Nah I don't mind, you're my best friend after all. Just returning the favor when you babysat Kris last minute." Now Y/N absolutely loves Noah's family. First time she met them, it felt like a bond just, instantly clicked within. So from that day on, she makes a little time out of her day just to visit the Diaz family, especially Kris. He was so sweet, and like the little brother she never had. So whenever Noah or his mom were busy, she babysits him, and brings some food so they can enjoy together.

"I don't mind babysitting Kris at all. He's like a little brother to me anyway."

"Yeah, that's Kris. Best little brother I could ever ask for." A soft smile comes to his face, maybe he should bring some food from that burger joint his family likes, before he goes home so his mom doesn't have to cook tonight.

"Yeah..Hey do you mind if I put in my playlist?"

"Go for it."

Grabbing a mixtape from her pocket, she inserts it into the slot right above the radio, turning the knob to hear what was currently playing.

The familiar rhythm of Virgen by Adolescent's Orquesta brings a smile to your face, increasing the volume as one of her favorite songs plays through the car. Every so often, she would sing along to the lyrics, taping her fingers against the door.

What Y/N didn't know, was a certain Autobot mech was observing her in the passenger seat mirror, noticing the small things about her that seemed to have caught even more of his interest. The moment she got in the car, Mirage had to admit, she was PRETTY. And the compliments she said? Wooo that was feeding his ego.

And she was drop-dead gorgeous, in his optics, he doesn't even know her one bit and he's on his knees just from the sound of her voice. Oh her voice, don't even get him started on her voice. Most purest thing he has ever heard since he had stepped foot on Earth. Got her filling his tanks with a fluttery feeling, or as Noah sometimes likes to refer to, butterflies. What a weird thing to say. (Ngl, I head cannon Mirage to fall in love FAST)

After those few thoughts, the mech started observing her other features. Her eyes, hair, lips, cheeks, hands, even the smallest of moles/freckles that were dotted across her face. Oh and when her smile plastered her face, Mirage felt his spark beat faster.

She was a beauty, a beauty in her own category..

Sadly he wasn't able to admire her much longer, as they stopped in front of her apartment, the sky now completely dark. About to open the car door, the lock clicks, preventing Y/N from getting out. Thinking nothing of it, Y/N goes to unlock it, but it keeps repeatedly locking itself. With a huff, Y/N turns to Noah.

"Dude can you stop that shit?"

"It's not me I swear! Li-like I said, Mir-! The car was all banged up when I got it, still got a few bugs in it.." And as subtly as possible, kept kicking right above the pedals. Not to harshly, but to get the message across to stop messing around.

Finally after what seemed to be forever, the car doors unlocked, with Y/N getting out of the car, making sure to grab her tape. Running a hand over the hood, not noticing the shudder of metal, Y/N waves goodbye to Noah before entering her building, already getting excited for her hot shower.

When Y/N was out of sight and earshot, Noah turned to the radio, somewhat pissed.

"Mirage, what the hell was that??"

"Whaaaat? I did nothing wrong. Also, ouch. Do you have to kick me that hard? I'm still recovering y'know." You could hear the teasing smile on his face, pulling the recovery card whenever.

"Mirage you can't do that."

"Why not? Not like she noticed anything."

"You just can't!"

"Aww but I wanna keep admiring la angel bonita un momento más."

"..what."

"I wanna keep ad-"

"I know what you said, but, seriously?"

"You gotta introduce me to her one day, Sonic."

"Mirage she's going to freak out!"

"Mm but what are the chances she won't? Pleaseeee? I won't stop bothering you unless you say yesss~" He coos in a sing-song voice.

"Nu uh, ain't happening. Just because you're acting like a kid doesn't mean you're getting it."

"Fine. But whenever you give her ride home, I'll just keep locking the doors."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Noah leaned back into the recliner, pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration. Whenever Mirage says he'll do something, he will follow through. He's ambitious like that. So either; Stay with the no but have Mirage be a brat for who knows how long, or, just get it over with.

"Sooo..Is that a yes?"

He was quiet for a bit, before letting out a sigh,"Fine, fine! Yes, it's a yes."

"Hell yeah, baby! Oh I already have so many places to meet up for dates-"

"DUDE."

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So that concludes my first post! I like how this (somewhat) turned out, but it's a first. I've made some edits to this and the second part will be out soon, so I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting!

Part 2 here!

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Safety Net - A. Aretas 🌴❤️‍🩹🫂

Title: Safety Net - A. Aretas 🌴 ❤️‍🩹 🫂

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When Armando Aretas leaves Mexico and faces Miami again, you change his life.

@nelo0wesker @nobodygetsza @yeahnohoneybye @sofia-da-1st @spaceacelover @btitannaaaaa

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Safety Net: Chapter 1

2024

The quiet departure from Mexico took so much planning, but Armando Aretas returned to Miami at last. Hiding would just stall reality this time.

His biological father, well-known Detective Mike Lowrey, pulled strings and “eased” the lifetime sentence, but Armando just needed more.

Waiting around between missions seemed pointless. If not useful, Armando might as well go back to prison and lock that damn cell forever.

Taking one rental car back to the small apartment from Lowrey, Armando didn't contact his father right away and took this much-needed shower before organizing just a few belongings here.

“I'm back.” Armando called Lowrey by the early afternoon.

“Hey, man. Really? Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?” Mike was a little surprised while answering the phone.

“Nah. Already settled here, but I'm just telling you.” Armando cleared his throat awkwardly

“You found the house? Cool. Glad you called me, too. Need anything?” Even Mike clipped words at this point.

“Maybe a side hustle?” Armando tried to frame the question easily. “I don't wanna stay around if you'll just call for work.”

“Right, I didn't think of that idea. My bad.” Mike almost whispered. “Let's see if I can help out a little bit.”

“Yeah, bye.” Armando hung up and left once more, hoping to run errands.

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Many ran straight to the grocery store for various reasons, but Armando didn't need much, unlike other folks with children and more vacation plans.

Leaving the self-checkout, warm sunlight hit the parking lot as Armando reached that car and settled items, but one person caught his eye.

One door opens from another storefront in the shopping center.

“Thank you so much!” You beamed toward restaurant staff while carrying takeout and kept walking in the direction of your own vehicle.

To Armando, you looked cute and raved as sunlight heats up the state of Florida.

Though watching you from a distance, Armando found himself smiling in return, but pulled together and drove away, simply refusing to act weird.

Who are you? Aretas ponders during the commute back.

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Cooking and eating alone, gentle music played from his Bluetooth speaker. The device stood as his most expensive item beyond weapons or gear.

One call interrupted washing the dishes, but Armando picked up regardless.

“Hello?” Armando greeted the caller.

“Hey, it's me. Got something. Do you mind if we meet early tomorrow?” Mike Lowrey picked up this call again.

“No. What's going on?” The day would have Aretas occupied.

“This barbershop owner needs help.” Mike explained. “You'll get paid for basic upkeep over there. Nothing fancy.”

“Doesn't sound terrible.” Armando grounded his plans for the morning.

“Fair enough. See you tomorrow.” Mike ended the call this time.

Better than nothing. Armando thought, sleeping without dreams in preparation.

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“What's up?” Cruising with style, Mike Lowrey arrived while driving his classic Porsche the next day and greeted Aretas in this lot. “We'll meet that owner first.”

“Cool.” Armando repeated the note of his estranged father.

“How was your flight?” Mike tried offering small talk.

“Good. Still getting used to the house.” Armando told the truth.

“You'll be fine.” Mike went on. “My first place wasn't always dope.”

“Wait. Didn't you grow up with money?” Aretas squinted near his father. “That's what Marcus told me.”

“Well, yeah, but your mother knocked out riches. I stood undercover and worked as her driver before you were born.” Mike cleared his throat. “Let's go.”

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“Morning, Detective.” The barbershop owner spoke up while addressing Mike Lowrey.

“Morning, Sir.” Mike offered respect to the older gentleman. “We shared our phone calls earlier, but this is my son Armando.”

“Hello.” Genuinely kind while speaking English, Aretas offered to shake hands with the owner right now.

“Heard about you, but we don’t have much time for questions. Let me show you around.” The older man continued speaking. Even Mike Lowrey stepped back, letting this moment between two different people for once.

Let him grow and learn. That’s the only way out of this problem. Lowrey thought, quietly watching his son understand this new environment.

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For Armando, three important rules grounded his place at the barbershop:

Aretas needed to show up every day now, arrive on time, and avoid drama. Constant structure keeps this guy from trouble in the first place.

Clients for the barbershop varied all week and Armando would remain observant every time someone opened that chiming front door.

Sooner than later, staff knew his name and everyone laughed sometimes, offering Aretas this comradery that didn't include heartbreak.

“Have you met Mike's partner yet?” One employee chuckled while cleaning his station.

“Marcus?” Sweeping, Armando immediately rolled his eyes and workers cracked up about Detective Marcus Burnett, Mike Lowrey's famous partner.

“Oh, no! Tell us.” The employee settled down and resumed working.

“I joined special operations at the police department, but this barbershop thing is a temporary job.” Armando played up his role a little bit. “One time, Marcus accidentally set our car on fire.”

“Woah!” Voices gasped through shock and even the owner tuned in.

“Marcus didn't know that windshield wiper fluid is flammable, so we jumped out right before everything burst into flames.” Aretas nearly cringed.

“Damn!” This story just pulled everyone's attention.

“We made it out alive, but moments like that really happen.” Armando shook his head and still cleaned when the front door chimed again.

“Hi! How's everybody doing?” One greeting brightened up the entire space. “I'm just here to bring Dad some lunch.”

You walked toward that barbershop owner with the biggest smile on your face, carrying takeout.

“Hey, Sweetheart. Thank you.” The owner gently raved while facing you, his daughter.

[teejaystumbles]

Against all odds (part 4)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Hob is woken by his alarm and instead of snoozing the damn thing like he usually does, he is sitting up in bed and looking over at the desk in barely a second.

His journal is not there.

He feels a weird mixture of elation and disappointment - elation because last night was not just a dream! His stranger was really here! And disappointment because there seems to be no answering journal entry yet, or the book would be there.

Hob wipes both hands over his face with a groan and finally stops his annoying alarm.

“Right. Might as well get up and make a cuppa.”

While he putters around his kitchen, Hob recaps the last night. 

After writing his reply to his stranger Hob had gone to bed, feeling restless and tossing and turning for at least an hour before finally falling asleep. He had dreamed something unsettling about riding his Porsche down a lane that got narrower and narrower, and being unable to stop the car while the sides were being pressed in against him as the car was being squeezed between invisible walls. Hob had seen a mushroom cloud in the rearview mirror and suddenly a crackle like thunder in the distance had sounded - then he had woken up. And found his stranger leaning over his desk. 

Despite having his back to Hob, he would have known him instantly even if there hadn't been a sliver of light from a street lamp illuminating the marvel cheek of his friend. (To be fair, there weren’t many black-clad figures Hob expected-slash-hoped to appear in his bedroom at night.)

Apparently his stranger had come to read Hob’s reply to his own entry, and Hob had surprised him when he woke up. Getting him to stay had instantly been Hob’s primary objective, because his friend had been ready to flee, that had been glaringly obvious.

Hob pours water over his tea and sighs, recalling the almost timid voice of his stranger.

“It is not you, Hob.”

“Your rooms are not uncomfortable to me.”

It’s not him. Hob is so fucking glad it’s not him. He believes his friend, he doesn’t think he’d lie about something like this. No, after 1889 it’s clear that his stranger wouldn’t have stayed if he felt any sort of discomfort or anger in Hob’s presence. It had cost him to say the words, to tell Hob the truth, but Hob is sure his stranger wouldn’t lie to him outright. Obviously the “I don’t need your companionship”-line had been a lie, but one his stranger had been telling himself as well, so Hob can forgive it. It can be hard to accept certain truths about oneself, he knows, and not being human might make his stranger even more liable to not accept any sort of weakness he might have. A hundred years ago he considered Hob, and their friendship, a weakness. What has changed since then, Hob wonders.

He picks up his tea and moves to his small living room, flopping down on the old Chesterfield sofa that he has lovingly kept in shape since the beginning of the 20th century.

The 80s have been wild and Hob is happy that his tendency to accumulate stuff from his past, like antique furniture and loads of tidbits, is part of the current interior design trend. All the posh flats in London look like his right now, jumbled messes of times long past. People are looking for warmth and comfort, for colour and modern form mixed with a certain nostalgia. He thinks it's going to turn around soon, though. It always does. Trends come and go and then are revived a few decades later.

Not that Hob has many visitors these days who would care about his flat’s interior. When he hooks up with someone he takes them to a hotel when he’s feeling generous and enamoured, to the back alley or toilets when all they both care about is getting off quickly. Hob hasn’t been in a long-term relationship in two years. He’s telling himself he’s taking a break, moving on quickly to spare himself and others the loss, after so many years of losing so many friends and lovers. Deep down he knows it’s because he knew which year was coming up, and he couldn’t help but want to be free and available for- anything, really, if his stranger decided to show up.

Now that he has, Hob has no idea what to make of his friend. It’s clear he has been through something traumatic, or he wouldn’t have mentioned claustrophobia as a new condition he’s dealing with. Hob hopes he’ll tell him, or write to him, rather. It’s fine, he thinks. If his stranger wants to continue writing to each other for a few hundred years then Hob will accept that. He’ll be happy to have an immortal pen pal. It would be more contact than he ever had with his stranger. He’s sure - he nods to himself and takes a drink of his tea - yes, he’s sure, his friend will one day want to meet him again face to face. Hob can wait. He’s got practice.

The journal shows up a week later.

Hob has surreptitiously checked his bedroom desk every hour when he’s at home and every time he comes back from work. Now, when he steps into his flat, glances into the open bedroom and finds the journal returned he immediately drops his jacket and bag carelessly to the floor. He rushes over to the desk and takes the book in his hands, flipping through it with his heart beating faster in excitement. 

Two pages have been ripped out in between Hob’s last entry and the new one. Curious, Hob thinks and bites his lip, sitting down to read the new words his stranger has left him.

My friend,

I have struggled with deciding what to put down on these pages and I ask your forgiveness for vandalising your book. Nothing I wrote seemed to encompass what I wanted to tell you. I could not put into words the relief I felt at reading your words, at hearing you speak to me so gently the last time I visited. If you knew who I am this would seem laughable to you, as it does to me - to not find the words! It is unheard of for one such as I, and for me in particular. I have to put it as bluntly as I can then: I was afraid you would not forgive my rudeness, would not understand my need for distance and lack of enthusiasm to stay and talk with you face to face. I did you a disservice, dear Hob, believing you would hold a grudge like I would. I thank you most sincerely, for your patience, your understanding. It has lifted a big concern from my chest and I find myself looking forward to seeing you again. Still, these matters I have to tell you, they are not easy for me to talk about. I would rather write them down for you so you can digest them quietly and think about them for a bit before we see each other again.

In 1916, a man named Roderick Burgess tried to summon my sister, Death. His attempt failed, but he was still not wholly unsuccessful - he summoned me instead.

With the help of one of my own subjects who betrayed me he managed to imprison me. He and his son held me for 75 years. I was trapped, naked, robbed of my insignia and therefore powerless, inside a sphere of glass, barely large enough for me to stand in.

There is a smudge in the ink at this point, as if his friend had been pressing the pen he wrote with too tightly to the paper so that the ink had left a blot.

There is so much in these few lines Hob needs to think about, he can’t start right now or he’ll spiral before he has even read half of his friend’s entry. Hob puts a hand over his mouth and reads on, the pages in his hand shaking as he trembles with horror.

Roderick Burgess thought he could force me to give him back his dead son, and when he realised I held no power over such things he asked for immortality, riches, power.

I did not give him anything, of course. I did not acknowledge my captor, did not want to give him the satisfaction. In the beginning, Burgess’ youngest son Alex seemed amenable to help me, but he ultimately could not disobey his father and betrayed that fragile piece of hope I had put in him most viciously. I lost a dear friend, my raven Jessamy, to Alex’ cowardice. I can never forgive him for that, or for holding me even after his father had died, and I have punished him adequately - although nothing I or anyone can do will ever make the memory of the senseless death of my dear raven bearable.

A pale stain on the paper makes Hob wonder if his friend had been crying when he was writing these words. He would not be surprised, his stranger had sometimes seemed so close to shedding tears, him crying over a terrible memory like this is far too easy to imagine. Hob feels his own eyes water at his stranger’s tale. Imprisoned for so long, under such horrible conditions! Betrayed by one of his own! And losing a close friend!

Hob is actually glad that his friend chose to write this down for him instead of telling it to him in person. He isn’t sure what he would have done in the face of his friend’s misery and trauma. He isn’t sure he would have been strong enough to hold back from touching his stranger, from hugging him close and pulling his head onto his shoulder, isn’t sure he wouldn’t have taken liberties where it is clear now that doing so would be disastrous.His friend must be severely traumatised, having been stuck in an enclosed, far too small space for almost 80 years! Hob has been in prison before, back in the 17th century, and a few times after. The tower, a madhouse or war prison camps, none of these detentions had lasted nearly as long as what his friend had to endure, and still Hob had felt close to going truly mad every time, especially when he got stuck in solitary confinement. Even if his stranger is not human he seems not immune to such strains on the psyche, if his mention of claustrophobia is anything to go on. Hob will have to invite him to meet somewhere outdoors, at the park or the river. Maybe his friend will agree to that.

Part 5

[helloporcelain]

Hot Blood

fandom: cyberpunk 2077  pairing: johnny silverhand/fem! v  rating: explicit (18+)  tags: pwp, piv, thigh riding, light choking, happy ending au where johnny has his body/v is not dying summary: car sex on an extremely hot summer day in a cramped car before a gig to shoot up some wraiths? bad idea, probably. ∘°∘♡∘°∘ READ ON AO3 ∘°∘♡∘°∘

based off a prompt from @seeingstarks

The heat was relentless out in the Badlands when September rolled around. 

The temperature easily pushed over 103°, and sun rays were beating down aggressively on top of Johnny and V through the top of his car. A Porsche wasn’t made to be driven around such rough, uneven terrain, but Johnny had insisted on it. He loved his retro car as if it was a long lost daughter he finally had been reunited with. A little whirring, mechanical child on wheels from 50 years past. 

V typically vetoed no to the Porsche for gigs, but it had been a while since Johnny had driven them both and the job didn’t seem like it would be too driving heavy, so she relented and let him take the wheels. He really wasn’t the best behind the steering wheel, at least not since he had gotten used to an actual body (not that Johnny would ever admit it) and V preferred that Johnny got some practice out in open land and not run over innocent jaywalkers in the city. 

It was, however, definitely not V’s car of preference.

For one thing, it was a small car. V wasn’t a large woman, so why did she feel suffocated in it, especially if she was packing heat? It felt as if there was barely room for her to stretch her legs out, nevermind hauling a bunch of gear, guns and grenades around in there without setting something off and blowing them both to sorry bits. 

But Johnny didn’t seem to mind – it was one of the few times the muscles in his shoulders relaxed, which made the decision to let him drive it worth it in the end for V. Johnny had carried around a tenseness in his body ever since he came back, always on edge. He did his best to hide it, and if V hadn’t shared a brain with him, she might not have noticed. Johnny hadn’t fully believed he was worthy of a second chance, but V had believed nothing else more intensely. 

Still, she regretfully contemplated the decision as sweat dripped down her forehead, onto her bare lashes. He rolled the front windows down to get some kind of breeze because the AC was weak. V had been bugging him to get it fixed for weeks but Johnny had stubbornly snapped that he didn’t “want some fucking Night City idiot fucking around with his car.” 

V wiped her damp forehead with the back of her palm and let out an annoyed huff, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She had picked out some denim shorts that day, yet it was still too hot and now she had to experience the displeasure of her thighs sticking slick to the leather material. 

“Toughest solo in Night City,” Johnny drawled, looking at her over his sunglasses. “But she can’t handle a little heat.” V pulled a loose bra strap back up on her right shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I get that you’re already going to hell Johnny and okay with this heat hellscape, but some of us would like to not be slowly cooked to death.” She paused, reading something on her holo and continued, “I already messaged Claire and she’s going to fix it and you’re going to let her do it without complaints.”

Johnny grunted in disapproval but didn’t put up much of a fight. Instead, he looked out the window and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm to an old rock song she was not too familiar with. Everything that mattered to Johnny was rooted in nostalgia, and V was included in that now.

He pulled up to an abandoned gas station just outside of Rocky Ridge and parked the car behind the building just slightly so that they would still have a view of any cars coming down the road. The gig would have Johnny and V wait around 30 minutes before the targets – Wraiths – rolled in as sundown approached. 

Kill them all and make out with some equipment that Saul needed. Simple gig.

V groaned, tossed her seatbelt off and reached towards the dashboard of the car to tinker with the AC settings – with no luck. The little bursts of air coming through felt like pathetic little hiccups, and her entire body was dripping in sweat. Johnny leaned back and watched as V jabbed her fingers at the console for a solution.

“You wouldn’t have survived a day in Texas, princess,” he muses, shifting his seat back. “Get used to it, we’re going to be cooking here for a minute till those motherfuckers roll in.” 

V gave him a cranky scowl. “Your obsession with this car is concerning on a fundamental level.”

Johnny opened up all the windows and pulled out a cigarette to light up, and V took a deep breath in preparation for the smoke that was about to cloud her senses. After a deep drag he let his left arm hang out over the door and she continued on her rant. 

“You have the most advanced cars in the world at your fingertips, and yet you prefer…” her arms flung wildly around the little space available. “…this stupid broken car!”

V caught a glimpse of how she looked in the mirror and she definitely looked a little crazed. Her cheeks were flush with pink and her usually pin straight hair was turning frizzy. Johnny was right, she wouldn’t have lasted even an hour in the humid Southern summers. She looked back at him and took in his appearance. Sure, Johnny was sweating too, but he looked unbothered. He had chosen to wear his leather pants regardless of the weather that day and he didn’t even look like he was struggling with them. 

At that exact moment, she resented how good he looked.

“I take offense to that V. I’ll have you know…” Johnny took another puff of his cigarette before offering it over to V. “This was a fucking chick magnet.” She accepted it and begrudgingly started to smoke. He wasn’t a part of her anymore, but the cravings still hit her if she saw Johnny smoke first. It was exactly what she needed, and she felt herself relax slightly after the first exhale.  

“Oh boy, here we go. Gonna regale me with stories of your drug addled sexcapades?” She took another long hit, quickly put it out, then tossed it out the window on her side of the car. “I know they were desperate for some rockstar dick, but I highly doubt they actually enjoyed the cramped experience. Only teenagers fuck in cars.” 

Johnny gave a crooked smirk. “Au contraire, V. Au fuckin’ contraire.” His hands went to the sign of his seat to pull it down, taking up more of what little space was left in the backseat. He leaned back and put his arms above his head, and closed his eyes in a show of shush, I’m daydreaming now.

“Fucking preem experience having a chick bounce up and down on me in here. Such a compact space means you’re forced to fit all up against each other, and it’s tight. Doesn’t get old.” 

V fiddled around with her rifle, making sure the bullets were all loaded. She rolled her eyes at him, but her curiosity was piqued slightly. It was an automatic reaction, something she couldn’t control even when her mind signaled: not now ! The second Johnny started being suggestive at all – V couldn’t help it – her body would react without her brain’s explicit permission. 

They had already fucked twice that morning; sleepy, leisurely sex in bed, then he had come up behind her in the bathroom while she was drying her hair and had bent her over the sink. Not that V was complaining. Johnny had been insatiable ever since they had settled into “normal life”, but she never entertained anything during a job. She was a professional, after all.

“Sure,” she said, giving her gun a wipe down. “I bet they loved bumping their heads and getting thigh cramps.”

Johnny responded by taking the rifle out of her hands and pulling it out of her reach. She made a noise of surprise and tried to rustle it out of his arms but no luck, her arms were short and he was leaning back with it. “You won’t get it back from there,” he commented.

“Not funny Johnny,” she scolded. “The Wraiths could be here any second. Give it back.” 

“We know when they’re coming, V. Saul has their routes down to a fucking T.” 

His eyebrows wiggled annoyingly in the direction of his lap, signaling for V to climb on top of him  to retrieve her gun. Her lips went flat in disapproval for a beat, before she twisted her body around, scaled over the drink holder and gingerly into his lap. “You’re so pea-brained,” she said. 

The space was cramped, though it did help that his seat was leaned back a bit. She could feel the heat against the thick material of his pants permeating against her legs. Her brain paused on the sensation against her, before reminding her why she was on him in the first place and she leaned forward to grab her gun. V failed to grab it – Johnny quickly tossed it behind the back of his chair, too out of the way for her to retrieve it in the current position.

“Dick,” she grumbled. V tried to move over him to reach behind, but his hands found their way to her hips and he squeezed down firmly, keeping her pressed against his right thigh. 

“I think I might love summer,” he said. She squirmed against his hold but he just held her down tighter. Johnny’s cock hardened and strained against his pants. “Know why? Because you wear these hot little shorts like the fucking cocktease you are.”

V’s eyes glazed over briefly as she checked the clock out of nerves – they still had 20 minutes before any of the Raffen Shivs were due to show up, but she wouldn’t apologize for being too sure. She snapped out of the thought as Johnny groped at her tits, rolling his thumb over a hard nipple through her white tank top. “One hell of an outfit to wear to a possible shootout, V.”

He leaned forward to kiss her mouth, before trailing down to her jaw and neck. She looked down at him, her heart rate increasing quickly at the thought of fucking him. It would be stupid. It would be reckless. 

“I didn’t wear this to get your dick hard idiot,” she breathlessly replied in between his wet kisses. “Earth to Johnny. Normal humans dress appropriately for the weather.” 

“Then take it off,” he shrugged, tugging at the cotton material. V let him pull the top off over her head, tossing it over to her seat. Johnny didn’t have her take off her bra, instead opting to pull it down so that her tits popped out over the cups. He leaned forward to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking and twirling the nub in his mouth, all the while palming his cock through his pants.

If V was pink earlier, she was full on lobster red now between the heat of the car and the flush of the grind against his leather pants. She had opted out of underwear that morning, mostly due to having put off laundry for so long that she ran out of panties. And now that decision had come back to haunt her as every twitch against him ran a shock through her clit, begging her to roll against him harder.

Johnny let go of one breast and moved onto the neglected side, biting down on the nipple. She let out a whining sound of pleasure as she held her arms against his headrest and rocked against him faster. “Fuck. God damn it, Johnny.” Her clit was growing swollen against the denim fabric of her shorts and the clumsy pace of her fucking his thigh. 

He pulled away from her chest and a hand moved up to finger his old dogtags that she wore, which were now jingling in rhythm with her grinding. “That’s my girl.” 

His fingers wrapped around her throat and gently squeezed. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Use me. Make yourself feel good.” She let out a choked moan when her clit passed over some kind of raised, ridged material in his pants. 

She rolled her hips against him, angling to make sure her clit continued to hit the same spot again and again. Johnny wanted to fuck her, badly, but wanted to watch her come apart like this even more. V’s body was slick with sweat, and he knew she would find it annoying in the aftermath, but Johnny loved how completely natural of a state she was in. 

Something organic, something real, and something only his to witness.

“So fucking sexy baby. Should see yourself right now. Making a mess on me. Could cum just looking at you V.” 

“Idiot,” she gasped. V worked herself at a frantic and shameless pace, and he pulled her face closer to his so he could kiss her. She could feel the pressure building in her soaked cunt, letting out moans that were muffled by Johnny’s mouth. The kiss was messy as he sucked on her tongue and their saliva dribbled down her chin. 

V lurched forward when her orgasm came crashing down like a lightning bolt, her climax shaking throughout her whole body. V’s hips bucked against his leg as she rode out the rest of the wave, completely engulfed in the embrace of his arms, face buried into the crook of his neck. Johnny was drenched in sweat too, smelling vaguely of soap, but mostly smoke. 

After a few seconds, Johnny chuckled and brushed V’s damp hair away from her forehead. She was distinctly aware of the painful erection he still had straining against his pants. “My stupid broken car still has women creaming their panties 50 years later.” She nipped at his neck and shifted her body up against him to press on his hardon. 

“That’s where you’re wrong, Johnny. I’m not wearing any panties.” 

Johnny let out a groan and his hands squeezed her shoulders, pushing her back down on him. One of his arms shot to her shorts and pulled at the zipper ungracefully. “Get these off,” he growled. V leaned back and looked beyond the car towards the road. Still empty, but her brain issued a huge red flag at the thought of rogue nomads popping up behind them and popping one in their heads…

She could picture the tombstone – RIP V, she died doing what she loved most: Johnny Silverhand. 

Ugh. Bad idea, V chided herself silently. 

Then she said it out loud too, still not entirely used to him not being able to hear everything she thought. “Bad idea, Johnny. We don’t have time.” 

Johnny went to work on his zipper, tugging his cock free from the restraints of his oppressive pants. He started slowly stroking and she couldn’t see his eyes through the lenses of his dark glasses. “V, you can either ride my cock now or I’ll jerk off and you can walk back to camp with cum on your shorts. Your choice.” He stroked faster and his eyebrow furrowed as she considered the decision with 15 minutes left on the clock in her head.

It was awkward to lift herself up from him to take her shorts off but she managed to peel them off and fling them to her seat. She wasn’t confident it was very sexy to watch her do this, but Johnny was still intently watching her as he masturbated, and she suddenly was very aware of the hot air on her naked lower half. 

V tried to look down between them as she lined his cock up with her entrance, letting the tip slide between her folds. Johnny was already leaking precum, and before V got the chance to lower herself, he grabbed her waist and yanked her down to sit on his cock. Her eyes popped wide as he sat her down all the way, no space, not an inch in between them. 

“Johnny,” she gasped. 

“Ride my cock V, need to feel every fucking inch of your pussy.” 

One of Johnny’s arms curled around her waist, the other one landed on her thigh as he slammed her down onto his dick. V readjusted the angle so her legs weren’t caught in any tight crevices, and when she was finally comfortable she started to move quickly against him. Johnny groaned when he felt the fullness of her weight, the tightness of her cunt fully engulfing him. 

“Love how needy you are for my cock V, fuckin anywhere, anytime, my fucking girl.”

Johnny was barely holding it together. His glasses were rocking about, threatening to fly off with each violent slam that V pushed down on. Her wetness was soaking through everywhere, mixing with their sweat, making the car smell like a hotbox of pure sex. 

“Fuck, Johnny, you know I can’t say no to you,” V panted, holding herself steady. “You’re– so fucking deep.” She spread her thighs a bit wider, as much as the space allowed, Johnny clutched her tight as he continued his rocking pace against her, so profoundly deep inside she thought she may have felt it in her stomach.

His hands were digging into her so hard it was going to leave a bruise after. V was so tight, Johnny groaned like a man who was in the process of losing his mind. “Fucking made for my cock. My fucking perfect cocksleeve.” 

V leaned in to capture his lips, biting down on them to make them bleed.  She had to admit: no matter how many times they fucked, she still got the same butterflies that lurched in her body with how they fit perfectly. As if it was proof that there was a God somewhere and he did actually craft their bodies with the intention of them finding each other, somehow, half a century apart.

She held him against her as she began to rock her body, her clit rubbing against his body with every roll of her hips. Johnny groaned as they kissed, and V knew he was close to coming. His hands wandered down to grip her ass tightly, impaling her down on him with more force than she could hope to do on her own. “Johnny,” she gasped. “Need your fucking cum in me.” 

Sweat rolled down their bodies like droplets of rain. The combined body heat was making it hard to breathe, but she let her hands wander to his throat anyway. V didn’t do the choking too often, but thought herself a giver sometimes. Johnny was close, his fingers were digging a death grip into her and his pace was becoming erratic. She closed both her hands around his throat and squeezed, holding her gaze on his face.  “What’s taking so long, you want them to see me riding your cock babe?”

A grunt of approval resounded deep in Johnny’s chest. V’s toes curled as she felt him impale into her once more, a sudden and violent rope of cum shooting into her core. She choked Johnny a bit harder as she slowly rocked against him, taking in the feeling of her pussy milking his cock for every drop. One hand left his neck and wandered down to feverishly rub at her very swollen clit, her orgasm crashing down quickly in sparks. Johnny and V clung to each other, skin sticking to skin; neither one wanted to be the first one to get up from the mess they’ve left. “Eight minutes,” she finally said, breaking the silence.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you were constantly checking the clock the whole time, because I did, you little control freak.” Johnny replied, fidgeting with his glasses. She leaned back to put her tank top on and laughed. 

“One of us has to try and keep us alive,” she smiled. They both looked at each other with soft eyes until a loud sound in the distance caused them to stiffen up. “What the fuck was that?” They both whipped their heads around and craned their necks to see a gaggle of trucks looming back in the gas station. A couple of heads were pointed their way, some shouting and pulling out their guns. Johnny sheepishly watched as V frantically hopped over to her seat to pull on her shorts.

“Fuuuck me. What did I say, Johnny? What did I say!? Any second!”

V was in a fit of panic, and all Johnny could offer up was a shrug. "Saul was wrong." 

She slapped his forehead (to which he simply responded: ow) and haphazardly threw out a grenade in the distance, hoping it would buy them another few seconds. 

“Pass me my rifle. Now.”

[bobohu4eva]

Ecstasy

Part 5 - Psycho

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun Feat. Chanyeol

Genre: Soloist AU, smut, angst, fluff

WC: 5.4k

Tag List: @nana-banana @xzyxbbh @iluvybs @greasywall @endzii23 @scopoliax @silent-potato23-blog @baekyeonoreo

Warnings for this chapter: explicit smut, fuckin while on drugs (LSD), drug use and its consequences

A/N: In case everyone hasn't already forgotten about this series because I suck horrendously at updating! Sorry! This is also most definitely the most intense thing I have ever written! There's a reason it took me so goddamn long lol hopefully I can be a little more consistent from now on

Masterlist

Addiction (noun): Disorder characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli despite adverse consequences

“When’s your next day off?” 

He sent her the text a few days after their last night together, a whole day already planned for them in his mind. He just had to figure out how he’d make it happen.

She eagerly let him know, and he told her he’d be picking her up that morning, surprisingly early, but she didn’t question it, she was getting to see him, after all. And from what it sounded like, she’d get him all to herself, all day, at his lavish penthouse. 

Baekhyun once again insisted on keeping his plans for them secret, so when that morning arrived and he picked her up, she had no idea what she was in store for. However the last time he’d refused to tell her his plans they ended up getting high, and she had a hunch that it might be something similar. 

“Are you finally gonna tell me what we’re doing today?” She asked him once he’d started driving, this time showing up in a different car, a silver convertible Porsche. 

‘Hmmm.. No, but I’ll show you once we get to my place. The last surprise was fun though, wasn't it?” 

He took his eyes off the road for a second to look over at her, his taunting smile daring her to disagree with him, but knowing she wouldn’t dare. 

“So more drugs?” 

He grimaced, “sounds bad when you say it like that.” 

“Am I wrong though?” 

“If I tell you that would ruin the surprise.” 

She just laughed and rolled her eyes, deciding to wait until she had more details to really judge. 

“You’ve been working all week right? Any more run-ins with Mr Kim?” 

As soon as he said it, her eyes went to his arm. Now that he was wearing a t-shirt, she could clearly make out the mark from the cigarette, the burn still not completely healed, and even then, it looked like it might scar. 

“I should be the one asking you that, you know.” 

She saw him glance down at his arm too. “You didn’t answer the question.” 

“No, I likely won’t see him again for a while, thank god.” She frowned, still disappointed that he was so reluctant to talk about it. “What about you though? Do you work with him a lot?” 

“Unfortunately, yeah.” He still looked uncomfortably serious, but he perked up in less than a second as he pulled into the garage of his building. “But that’s just showbiz baby.” 

He was so nonchalant about it, and left no room for her to protest, so she simply allowed him to lead her up to his beautiful apartment once again. 

She hadn’t given too much thought as to what drugs Baekhyun had planned for them to take that day, pretty much assuming that it would be mushrooms again, or maybe some weed or molly. But after digging around a bit in one of his kitchen drawers, he pulled out an envelope containing a small piece of colorful paper, with perforated lines criss-crossing it, dividing it into smaller pieces still. She’s never seen it in person before, but quickly recognized it as LSD. 

Just like the time before, he saw the hesitance on her face. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? Last time everything ended up fine, and we had a great time, didn’t we?” 

“I know we did, but this is different isn’t it? I really don’t want it to be too much or something and start freaking out.” 

He sighed, setting the envelope back down on the counter and coming to her, leaning in for a quick kiss. “It’s just the two of us here, no interruptions, no obligations, just you, and me. I won’t let anything bad happen. If you start to feel overwhelmed, just tell me and I’ll do whatever it is you need me to to help you calm back down. That day at Chanyeol's house was the most… at peace, I’ve felt in a long time. I’ve been thinking a lot about that day, and what we talked about, that’s why I want to try this with you.” 

“You haven’t done this before either?”

“No, I have, but it’s been a while, I don’t remember much of it.” 

“Why don’t you remember it?” 

“It's a long story, but I don’t remember much from that time of my life in general.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d said the wrong thing, she looked uncomfortable again. 

“Y/n, sweetheart.” He cooed, and her eyes met his, feeling his warm hands intertwining with her own. “You don’t have to do anything, and I don’t want to pressure you, this is just something I’ve had on my mind lately. I still want to get to know you better.” 

“Is it not possible to do that without getting high?” 

“Of course it is, but you know what I mean.” 

She thought back to the day they'd had out at Chanyeol’s house, and she understood what he was saying. “Okay maybe.” 

“So what do you say, hm?” His hands ran down her shoulders, then her arms, eyes never leaving hers. The slight tilt of his head and the way he looked at her with his best puppy eyes ruined any ability she might’ve had to reason with herself.

“Alright, if you’re sure it’s a good idea.” 

He grinned, and finally he was kissing her, really kissing her, not like the little peck from earlier. His tongue slipped past her lips, and his hand held her face to his own. It didn’t take long for her to start feeling weak in the knees. 

As he pulled away he turned to the counter, grabbing the envelope again. He tore off two of the little squares of paper, placing one on his own tongue, and the other on hers. 

“What now?”

He shrugged, “It'll start to kick in in about an hour, have you eaten? I can order us something, or see what I have here.” 

They ended up making breakfast together, and she was surprised by how sweet he was being to her, even more so than usual. It didn't just feel like the usual flirtation that went on with him. Despite not being much of a cook himself, he did his best to help out, and the way he rested his chin on her shoulder, singing softly in her ear as she stood in front of the stove, made her heart flutter. When she was done he thanked her, and told her time and time again how great the meal was. 

By the time they were done eating, she realized she was starting to feel the effects of the drug. Colors were becoming more vibrant, and patterns would start to move if she looked at them for long enough. It wasn't entirely dissimilar from the mushrooms, but it was definitely still different, especially the way her body felt. 

Baekhyun must've noticed the way she was staring off at things, or just the unusually large size of her pupils, since he asked, “how are you feeling?” 

“I'm not sure.. kind of weird.” 

“Come here.” 

He led her to the big cozy looking couch in his living room, facing the windows overlooking the river. He sat down, and she followed suit, resting between his spread legs, leaning her head back on his chest. Some music began to play, and even though they were just sitting there, she felt like her mind was going into overdrive. 

If the mushrooms made her feel heavy, more in touch with nature, LSD was the opposite. She was buzzing, electric, almost. It wasn't unpleasant, but she didn't exactly enjoy it either. 

“Are you okay? Your heart is racing.” 

She wouldn't have even realized it if he hadn't brought it up, but he was right. 

“I.. don't know.” 

“Y/n, baby.” 

She turned around, until she was basically laying on top of him on the couch, facing him. 

His pupils somehow grew even larger when her eyes met his, and for a good minute, neither of them could look away. The rest of his face looked just as inviting. His skin smooth and sunkissed, pretty features in perfect harmony. And then there were his lips. Soft, pink, asking to be kissed. Eventually she gave into the temptation, and their lips collided. 

That was a feeling she had not been prepared for, even in the slightest. 

It was like the excitement of kissing him for the very first time, that night at the club, had come rushing back tenfold.

It was he who eventually pulled away, still looking at her with a bit of concern. “You're shaking.” 

He took one of her hands that had been resting on his chest into his own, further confirming his previous words. 

“Did that not feel crazy for you too?” 

The way she looked at him, eyes wide, panting and shaking at the intensity of it, made his chest swell with pride. Any concern he showed quickly melted away as he grinned back at her. “Kiss me again.”

He didn't have to ask twice. She pressed her lips to his without hesitation, moaning into the feeling as waves of euphoria washed over her. 

Baekhyun, too, could feel how much more intense it was, kissing her and touching her with the added excitement the drug offered. The MDMA as well as the mushrooms had given a similar effect, but not nearly to the same degree. 

While the mushrooms had made him sentimental, wanting to hold her, feel the way her chest rose and fell in sync with his own, the LSD made him ravenous. Sex, while high on mushrooms, didn't even seem possible. The overall heaviness of the body high simply didn't feel sexy, but now he could think of nothing else. 

But Baekhyun knew that they had all day, and was in no rush. For what could've been anything from several minutes to a few hours, the drug blurring time into irrelevance, they simply laid there, lips pressing together again and again, until he pushed his tongue past her lips, smiling into it when she once again moaned at the newfound depth of the kiss. With both hands on her waist he felt the way she continued to shake, overwhelmed by the new sensations. 

Not wanting to overwhelm her too much, and still enjoying the onset of the drug, Baekhyun eventually pulled away, standing up from the couch, with her following. 

He leaned in, forehead resting against hers with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Wanna dance?” 

She smiled back at him and nodded, and soon the room was full of music, something sexy that would make them want to move.

With one hand in his own he twirled her around, placing himself behind her, hands on her hips as they both swayed to the beat. The heat of his chest pressed to her back and his words in her ear as he sang along further heightened how intoxicated she already was. The room around her appeared to melt and shift in a colorful whirlwind, though she didn’t mind it, still more focused on the man behind her than anything else. With the music pulsating through her, his body pressed to hers, she gave into it, even tearing up a little as she kept moving her body. This was the definition of euphoria, she thought. It simply couldn’t get any better than this, the rush of it all so overwhelming that it moved her to tears.

When she spun around in his arms, attaching her lips to his own, she saw fireworks behind her  eyelids, colorful bursts filling her vision even as her eyes were closed. Every touch of his hands brought waves of delight that surged through her without even an ounce of reluctance. Baekhyun noticed her tears, but he could feel it too, not questioning even for a second if they came from anything but pure happiness. 

She let out a yelp when he momentarily broke away before scooping her up in his arms, and carrying her into the bedroom. 

Baekhyun, too, felt the burning need for more, seeming almost frantic in the way he laid her down, wasting not a single second before slotting himself between her legs. 

He was on fire, his tongue in her mouth, dancing with her own as he tugged on her clothes with a kind of impatience she’d never seen before. He thought he would be able to stay patient, savor the feeling and enjoy her with some restraint, but he now saw how wrong he’d been. With the high at it’s full intensity, he was insatiable, he wanted every piece of her, the craving for more so intense even he began to lose it, hands shaking as he got the clothes off her body. First her shirt, then her pants, and eventually her bra, all thrown haphazardly across the room, no care for anything but the need for more skin. 

She arched into him, pushing her hands past his shirt, her touch against his bare abdomen bringing a gasp from him. After one more heated kiss he sat up, pulling the fabric over his head and fussing with his belt, finally getting that off as well. When he leaned back in, he didn’t kiss her, instead, he found himself taking her face in his hand, staring. 

“So beautiful… You make me feel so fucking crazy, you have no idea.” 

His eyes kept scanning her face, taking her in all he could, the way his words made her lip quiver, the blush on her cheeks, it was all perfection, the high adding an aura of effervescence. To him, she was glimmering, sparkling. 

“You’ve been making me crazy ever since I met you.” She answered, knowing she was just as insane for him. 

His lips pressed themselves to hers, this time though, something felt different to him. He felt himself almost start to tear up, though he fought it off, not wanting her to see the way it all overwhelmed him, too. The emotions roared to a new peak, making him sentimental, kissing her deeper, in love with the way her hands on his back pressed him further into her, never wanting her warmth to leave him, not then, not ever, as far as he was concerned. 

“You’re mine, baby, mine.” 

The words were pressed into the side of her neck between kisses, and when her voice failed her, all she could do was nod. 

“I want to hear you say it.” 

She tried to get it out, she really did, but when his fingers briefly met the waistband of her underwear the words got caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. 

He moved slowly, hungry lips making their way down her neck, spending some time nipping at the sensitive area near her collarbone, before finally giving attention to her bare chest. His hands too squeezed and pinched at the sensitive skin where his lips couldn’t reach, and the sounds she made were music to his ears, though he still wanted to hear those words more than anything else. 

“Fuck, say it, please.” 

“I’m yours.” 

By that point the onslaught of emotion had completely overpowered her, simply giving into the way he touched her, too far gone to even think, making it near impossible to form words. It was all like a dream, his touch combined with the high whisking her away to another plane of existence, one where she could do little more than lay back, shaking, gasping, taking in the waves of pleasure that came her way. The weight of him between her thighs and his mouth and fingers as they teased her nipples felt like heaven and hell all at once, both divine and almost frighteningly tempting. He could see it in the way she looked up at him, eyes glazed over, nothing behind them but desire, a deep yearning for more, even if she couldn’t express it, the intensity rendering her speechless. 

In the back of her mind she realized the staggering difference between how he acted then compared to every other time they'd been in bed together. She felt the urgency in the way he touched her, hands that were usually so steady, so confident, now shaking, along with his unsteady breaths. Never before had he voiced such possessiveness either, though it didn't feel out of place in the slightest. She knew she belonged to him, no other man would ever be able to compare. He was so exhilarating, she felt that the piece of paper she'd had was nothing, the real drug was him. 

She was already out of her mind, and his hand had yet to venture between her legs. With his mouth still on her chest, kissing and nibbling and sucking at the soft curves, he slowly began to venture south, each kiss on her stomach adding more fuel to the fire within her. When his fingers finally hooked themselves into the waistband, slowly pulling the last piece of clothing off her body, a loud moan fell from her lips. She lay there underneath him, panting, mind in a whirlwind, completely exposed, waiting for more. 

Baekhyun was eager to deliver. His mouth went straight in, licking up the wetness he’d coaxed from her thus far, the feeling of his tongue incessantly flicking her clit making her hips push against his face, pleading with him for more. The taste made him groan, vibrations coursing through her, his lips and tongue bringing her close to release quicker than she knew possible. From the very first touch she’s already lost control, twitching and nearly screaming at the strength of her own desire. It was all too much, the tension leaving her helpless to his touch, fingers in his hair as she came on his tongue in mere minutes. 

The orgasm washed over her like a rushing waterfall, knocking any rational thought from her mind as she shook and gasped. It was a new experience completely, the added rush of her high bending her mind into an unfamiliar torrent of pleasure. Finally prying her eyes open to look down at him between her legs, the smirk present on his wet lips was pure eroticism, his handsome face a work of art. The onslaught of her high had been so paralyzing she hadn’t even noticed the substantial volume of her moans, not until Baekhyun commented, 

“My baby can’t help being loud for me, hm?” 

A whine escaped her, anticipation building even further as Baekhyun stripped off the last of his clothes. He reclaimed his place between her thighs, looking down at her flushed face, basking in the warmth of the moment as they both stared, entranced. The beads of sweat on his face appeared more like precious pearls, lips a soft pink pillow, eyes of deep chocolate brown, baiting her to get lost. Even with the way the drug made everything shift and twist about, he stayed still, shining, glowing, illuminating her entire world. 

He leaned in, kissing her with an unexpected tenderness, soft lips moving with hers gently, almost carefully. When he pulled back his forehead rested against her own, eyes fixed on hers. 

“Do you want more?”

She nodded without any hesitation, and the smile on his handsome face was enough for more butterflies to erupt within her. By that point she was dripping, throbbing, wanting nothing more than to finally feel him inside. 

“Can you say it for me?” 

“Please, Baekhyun. I want - I need- more. Fuck, please.” 

Her eyes were filled with greed and impatience as she watched him grab the packet from the nightstand and roll a condom onto himself, wondering how he was still able to keep it together enough to even consider such a thing. The room continued to dance and shift about in a dream like kaleidoscope as he moved himself over her again, both an anchor and a source of even greater insanity to her. 

When she felt him finally push inside, it was like she was experiencing it for the very first time. Now chest to chest, fully flush, surrounded by him completely, she felt herself break. The tears were back, and with every push of his hips into her, sparks filled her distorted vision. She tried to look up at him, but her eyes felt heavy, unable to concentrate on anything but the feeling of him above her, and inside her. 

Baekhyun was no better off. The drug amplified everything to such a degree that he too found himself letting go of any restraint, letting the high take him wherever it so pleased. His moans, and the ever increasing cadence of his thrusts told her just how affected he was, too. She began to move with him, rolling her body into his more or less involuntarily, just wanting to feel more of him, and he did all he could to deliver. 

When his eyes finally met hers again, his thumb moved to wipe away the tears, though they only communicated to him her immense and paralyzing delight. The way she looked up at him encouraged him further, his hips hitting her more deeply, savoring the feeling every time he entered her, again and again. 

The drug had overpowered her senses so entirely, that the lines, the boundary between herself and him began to fade into obscurity, she was a part of him, and he, a part of her. She sensed his pleasure, and felt it in her own body, the same way she knew he felt her, too. They melted together, the high and the closeness of being so intimately connected merging them into one. 

Every time he filled her, she felt him brush against that delicious spot deep inside that made her tremble. He was perfection, beyond perfection, even. Having him there with her, enjoying her as she enjoyed him, whisked them away to a different form of reality. Their shared altered consciousness made it all so much heavier, more real than any sexual experience they could have while sober. This was how it was always supposed to be, they were both sure of it. 

His hand clutching her face brought her eyes back to his, whimpering at his intense gaze. 

“Who do you belong to, baby?” 

“You.” She replied weakly, barely able to get the word out. 

“Say it again.”

“You- Baekhyun, oh my god.” 

Her words stirred up a whirlwind inside him, his lips latching themselves onto the spot on her neck that made her weakest. The pace of his thrusts picked up even more, and she felt her whole body start to tingle, starting from the tips of her toes moving up her body in waves, until she was consumed by it, and again, she fell. 

This orgasm was somehow even better than the last, leaving her shaking, gasping, seemingly tearing apart every atom in her body, and then putting her back together again. Her vision went white, arching, twitching, moaning and completely out of her damn mind as he kept fucking her through it, until he too reached his peak. 

When it happened for him, he kissed her with such force, such passion, that she couldn’t breathe, though she didn’t feel she needed to anyway. His affection felt more crucial than oxygen, happily accepting his lips as she floated slowly back to her altered state of reality. 

They both lay in the aftermath of the near religious experience they just shared, sweating, panting, still pressed to each other as they recovered from the profoundly overpowering encounter that the drug turned their passion into.

Even after several minutes had passed, she was still dizzy, still unable to come to terms with how incredible Baekhyun had just made her feel. 

“I love you.” She whispered, thoughtless, the otherworldly memory of it all and his possessive words drifting through her mind. For a while, he didn’t respond, and she didn’t expect him to. It didn’t feel like some sort of big confession, just what the drug and the height of the moment naturally pulled from her lips. 

“I..” he paused, becoming tense, eyes digging into her own. “What?” 

The harsh change in his tone snapped her back to reality, and she realized her mistake. 

“No- shit, I didn’t mean that-”

“What the fuck did you just say?” He said, sitting up, eyes squeezed shut with a pained expression now on his face. 

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out in the moment.” She looked at him, worry turning to panic as the look on his face slowly turned into one of anger. 

“Get out.” 

“What?” 

“Get out.” He said again, this time raising his voice, eyes still shut, refusing to look at her. 

She started to sit up, tears welling in her eyes, though this time they didn’t come from a good place at all. 

“But, you said you wouldn’t let anything bad happen, I’m sorry, I just- I-” 

When he finally did meet her eyes, they were hard and mean, not softening at all even at the sight of her tears. 

“You can’t be here anymore. Get your shit and get the fuck out.” 

“Baekhyun, please, I can't just leave, I'm sorry, really. Please.” She begged, but he wasn't having any of it.

“I said get the fuck out of my apartment. Right fucking now.” 

She'd never seen that look on his face before, her shock and upset morphing into fear. 

With that she got up, stumbling as she gathered her clothes, leaving his room in a disoriented haze as she got herself dressed, crying harder and harder as the seconds ticked by. The bright colors had turned dark and dull and the patterns that before swirled around so beautifully turned sharp, frightening in their unpredictability. She was delirious as she passed the threshold to his apartment, the hallway seeming to close in on her as she struggled toward the elevator. Luckily nobody saw her as she left the building, eventually collapsing onto a nearby bench under the midday sun, surrounded by the bustling city. 

As her eyes squeezed shut she only saw his face, twisted in anger as he told her to leave. It haunted her, though she didn’t want to face the city either, the cacophony of cars and other people entirely too much to handle. She had to get home, and with no other real option, she pulled out her phone, struggling with it for a minute before finally managing to call her best friend. 

“Suhyun?” 

“Hi! I thought you were gonna be with Baekhyun all day, is everything all right?” 

“No…” she said, voice shaking, and even from over the phone Suhyun could tell that something was very wrong. 

“Are you okay? Where are you? What happened?” 

“I- I don't know, I need you to come get me.” 

“Where are you?” 

“I don't know, I'm sitting in front of his building, he kicked me out.” 

“He did what? You sound weird, what's going on?” 

“He gave me drugs, I don't know what to do, I can barely use my phone, I can't take the subway, you have to come get me.” 

Suhyun had known her friend long enough to know that something awful had happened, and needed to get there as soon as possible. 

“Okay, just stay where you are, I can check your location and come to you, I'll be there as soon as I can.” 

She nodded, and her friend on the phone grew even more worried. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes! I'm on a bench. I won't move. Please hurry.” Her voice unsteady with the onslaught of tears still pouring out of her. 

To make sure her friend was safe, Suhyun stayed on the phone with her until she pulled up, pulling her into the car before making her way towards her friend's apartment. 

She was crying quietly to herself in the passenger seat, trying to focus on what was going on outside the window, but still ending up squeezing her eyes shut again and again, seeing his face glaring back at her, making her heart sting every time. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” 

Finally she looked over at Suhyun, and she saw in her eyes that she wasn't in her normal state of mind, growing more and more worried by the minute. 

She just shook her head, too overwhelmed to get a word out as the sobs ran through her. 

The day had been so perfect, and because of a few little words he'd seemingly snapped, becoming a completely different person. The harshness with which he'd told her to get out kept replaying, she couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried. His face and his words had etched themselves into her mind, the drug making it all so much more horrible.  

They eventually reached her apartment, and Suhyun tucked her into bed, holding her, asking once again, “what happened?” 

“He wanted to do LSD together,” she eventually choked out “and we- we had sex, and I felt so insane after, I said I love you to him, just because of how crazy it all felt, and he lost it, and yelled at me that I had to get out.”

“He kicked you out of his apartment knowing you were on drugs?” 

She nodded. 

“Are you still really high? How bad is it? ”

“I could barely work my phone to call you. All I can see when I close my eyes is his face when he yelled at me to get out but when they're open everything is moving and looks like it's about to attack me. It's awful, I just want this to stop already.” 

Suhyun stroked her hair as she cried, comforting her, but was growing more and more angry as well. She decided it would be best to take her phone for a while, worried Baekhyun would try to contact her and make things even worse. She took it from where her friend had discarded it on the bed, sliding it into her pocket. 

She stayed like that for hours, just keeping her friend company, talking to her, doing her best to reassure her, seeing the way pain and fear consumed her. When she felt the phone start to vibrate she made an excuse to leave the room, and sure enough, it was him. 

“Y/n, I'm so-”

“This is her friend. She can't talk to you right now.” 

“I need to talk to her, give her her phone back.” She could hear the desperation in his voice, but she didn't care.

“No. She's fucking wrecked because of you. You threw her out onto the street while she was high out of her goddamn mind. She could've gotten arrested for Christ's sake, all because of your selfish bullshit. If you care about her even in the slightest, and genuinely want what's best for her, you're going to leave her alone. For good. She doesn't need you to fuck up her life even more.” 

“Please-” 

“Goodbye.”

Suhyun ended the call, cutting him off. When he called again and again, she put the phone on mute, deleting every trace of his trying to contact her. The last thing her friend needed was more of him. 

At home in his apartment, Baekhyun cursed himself, nearly throwing the phone into a wall. Unbeknownst to both of the girls, he wasn’t much better off. 

Those three words had set something off inside him. His high took an awful turn as he watched her leave the apartment, overcome with anger, but mostly, fear. When he called and couldn’t get through to her, it got even worse. Suhyun’s warning to stay away frustrated him beyond belief, but as much as he wanted to talk to her, he had no clue what he would even say, he couldn’t even understand his own feelings. 

The guilt and confusion turned the rest of his day into a living nightmare, hoping that he’d somehow still be able to win her back. However as the hours passed, he did come to a realization. 

It wasn’t her words that had caused him to suddenly become so agitated, it was the fact that he’d almost said it back.

Next Chapter

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Here is my role reversal AU where the Kittisawats are the powerful mafia family, and the Theerapanyakuls are the poor brothers cousins trying to survive. Also they’re all sex workers. 

Tankhun is the overworked and overstressed eldest trying to take care of his family. Korn is a sick old man, likely to die any day now, and Gun is their shady, unreliable uncle who takes advantage of his brother’s failing health and the boys for his own gain. He’s part of a low-level gang; robberies, muggings, minor car theft. Nothing that would get the attention of actual organized criminals. A scumbag. 

Kinn and Vegas are the primary supports. Tankhun does his best, but he’s got his own trauma to work through. Kinn is the bartender fucking patrons for extra tips; Vegas is just a prostitute, and he doesn’t try to hide it. He also deals drugs on the side, and sometimes is forced into helping with Gun’s crimes. First as a lookout when he was young, then as an active participant. Kinn and Khun both fight with him about his methods. Kinn, because he thinks Vegas is reckless, getting involved with his father like that. He won’t be able to avoid the police forever if he keeps engaging in violent crime. Vegas thinks none of them can afford to be scrupulous with their morals, and none of them can deny that he delivers. 

Tankhun, a former prostitute himself, until he was kidnapped and… had a bad time… scolds Vegas for being so reckless with his own sex work. He’s terrified of anyone in his family going through the same things he did. Now he’s agoraphobic as hell, terrified of strangers, and only manages to pull himself together for the sake of his family. He still does sexwork, but now he’s just a camboy; there isn’t much else he can do that doesn’t require him to leave the house, when he’s a college drop-out with no qualifications or marketable skills. 

Kim’s bright plan was to become a YouTube sensation, get famous, and make it so none of his family ever has to work again. It doesn’t pan out quite that way. He does have and maintain a channel for his music, sharing recording equipment with Tankhun, but it’s small time. He does have a significant amount of subscribers; between that and his patreon, it’s not enough to live off of, but it’s enough for him to put himself through school. Anything extra he gets goes towards his family; Tankhun always tries to protest, but Kim can see the way some of the tension leaves his eyes when he doesn't have to worry about the month’s bills. Unlike the elder cousins, the closest Kim ever comes to sex work is playing his guitar shirtless on his patreon. Maybe a couple times people have offered to pay him for ~extra services~, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. 

Macau is still in high school. He tutors people for extra cash (read: does their assignments for a hefty fee) and helps Kim edit his music/videos. Wants to be a DJ someday. The two of them are close, as the babies of the family. Closer than Kim is to his own brothers, but the same can’t be said for Vegas; he and Macau are thick as thieves. 

One day Kinn gets a job as a personal bartender. He doesn’t bother trying to hide that he’s working for Porsche Kittisawat, and Kim isn’t shy about calling him a kept boy. He doesn’t begrudge his brother the choices he makes, he just wishes Kinn didn’t have to make them. Kinn puts up a good front, but Kim knows the craves the intimacy of a lasting relationship. He’s desperate for something real. To love and be loved. Kim is too jaded to stake any belief in finding something like that. 

Then he meets Chay. 

Chay is actually a fan of his. A very generous fan who regularly makes sizeable donations. Kim owes his upgraded recording equipment to Chay’s generosity, though he has no idea who his online benefactor is. 

Kim is local talent. Sometimes he gets called to play small shows every once in a blue moon. Kinn is pretty good at pulling the strings to get Kim booked at his club, courtesy of Porsche, who’s really making the offer on Chay’s behalf. It’s how Kim ends up meeting Chay. Not that he makes the connection. 

Chay is in the crowd, watching him with more interest than he thinks he’s earned. Kim thinks it’s regular attraction, the kind he’s used to. Used to it dropping off when people get to see the real him too; his pretty face isn’t enough to make up for his ugly life, especially when his personality isn’t enough to act as a buffer. Kim buys him a drink after the show anyway. They talk, they flirt, Chay admits to being a fan, which is nice. Kim’s never been recognized before. 

They start seeing each other. Kim still doesn’t connect Chay ro Kinn or to his favorite subscriber. Thanks to Kinn (and Chay’s) efforts, he keeps doing shows. Gets booked for better clubs as he proves himself able to handle it. He doesn't want to know what it cost his brother; he hopes it’s not too much, and Kinn always assures him he’s fine. He seems to mean it, and Kim is just selfish enough not to question it if it means his dream coming true. He starts promoting his shows online, and Chay is there at every one. Pretty soon that leads to seeing each other outside of shows, too, then going on dates. 

It’s building towards something. But before they can fall over that edge, Kim finds out about everything. The mafia, Chay’s subscription, Chay getting him these shows. All but paying for him. Kim is devastated. He knew better than to trust Chay from the start, it was too good to be true, and now look at what’s happened. 

He goes to his family. 

Tankhun, shrewd as ever, tells him it doesn’t change anything just because he knows now. Vegas, ruthless, tells him to use Chay for everything he’s worth until the money dries up. Macau thinks it’s romantic; that Chay admired him from afar, only for them to meet by chance and fall in love. Except they didn’t meet by chance, and Kim isn’t in love. 

Kinn understands, though. Kim didn’t expect him to. He didn’t give his brother enough credit. He thought Kinn would be like Vegas and Khun. Instead he tells Kim to follow his heart. He knows Kim isn’t like them, isn’t built for the kind of life where he can set aside his feelings and use someone else for his own gain. He’s too much of an artist for that. 

Kim tells all of this to Chay, who says that he doesn’t want to buy Kim, either. If Kim doesn’t return his feelings, that’s okay. They can go back to the way they were. They can be friends, or Chay can just be an anonymous name on a screen. He wants to be with Kim, but he doesn’t want to pay Kim to pretend with him. 

It’s exactly what Kim needed to hear. 

[stump-o-matically]

the Fall Out Boys (™) and what cars i think they'd drive

this is just for fun i am not really qualified this is just based on vibe after loving this band for over a decade and also driving and looking at cars

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ Patrick ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

patrick would most definetly drive a toyota prius.

it doesn't even have anything to do with it being a hybrid vehicle he just seems like a prius driver

and by that,,, yes i do mean he would drive annoyingly slow i'm sorry but it's just the truth

that being said, he would use his turn signals

for a long... long... l o n g time... but at least he uses them!

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ Pete ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

okay so

i think pete would daily a tesla, like a model y or something

but he's definetly got multiple weekend cars

like really nice ones

porsche 911 turbo s or like a lambo or something idfk that much about nice sports cars

but like my guy has money and i think he would like Nice Cars.

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ Joe ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

bmw 350i

something... something about joe makes me think he's a bmw driver

and im sorry

but like,,, can you not see that c'mon

if nothing else he might drive a tesla

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ Andy ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

you cannot convince me this man would not drive a subaru outback

i'm talking the army green we all know and love

like come ONNNN

would it ever venture off the pavement?

.....probably not but that's okay!

if you can't see him driving an outback, i think he would also maybe drive a jeep wrangler or some kind of small pickup truck

like some kind of vehicle made to haul or something

(but it doesn't really outside of gear maybe nor does it leave the pavement lmao)

this has been what i think fob would drive! pls lmk what you think, especially if you disagree, and if i should do this with other bands!

[joesheistyy]

Drunkie

TW: swearing, drinking, and emetaphobia warning!!!

hella angst and stuffs

It was game day in Cincinnati, and you were so excited to go with your best friend and her boyfriend.

Your friend Charlotte was in town with her boyfriend Matthew and you all had plans to go to the big game. They were staying in an AirBnB, so the plan was to meet at the stadium, which worked out well to keep your pre game day traditions going.

Joe was getting ready for the game in the bathroom while you sat out at the vanity in your shared bedroom. You had low music playing so you did not disturb Joe. Your outfit consisted of a pair of black ripped jeans, Joe's white jersey with a hoodie under it, and a black and orange beanie. Your favorite jersey was the white one, so any opportunity to wear it was taken.

"You almost ready babe?" Joe questioned as he came out of the bathroom. You were finishing up curling your hair.

"Almost, I have like three more strands to curl. I can meet you downstairs if you want," you replied, not removing your eyes from the mirror. Joe nodded and left the room, heading downstairs to put on his shoes and gather his things for his bag.

Joe was dressed in a very well tailored suit, Bose earbuds ready to go for his walk into the stadium. Something about Joe in a suit set your insides on fire.

You made your way downstairs after making sure your curling wand was unplugged at least six times. Joe was usually pretty quiet before games, not wanting to disturb the game day headspace.

You gathered your items in your clear stadium bag as Joe started the car. You hated when people had to wait on you, so you made sure to rush to get to the car.

"Are you excited Joey?" you asked as you slid into the passenger seat of his Porsche and laid a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Yeah I guess so, just a little nervous," he replied as he put the car in reverse, leaving the house until after the game.

Getting to the stadium early was a must for Joe before a game. Being on the quiet field before warming up helped to get him in the game day mindset.

As Joe pulled into the players parking garage, he let out a large sigh. You could tell he was nervous. Before he was able to exit the car, you grabbed his arm.

"Joe look at me," you began. He turned to face you. You grabbed his hands, "don't go out there and second guess yourself or your teammates. You all have worked so hard and you will show them who is boss. Remember to breathe, you're gonna do fine. I'm proud of you no matter what happens," you reassured him. Little pep talks like this are helpful when he seems a bit antsy.

"Thank you baby, I love you," he kissed you before exiting the car and coming around to your side of the car to open your door.

You thanked him with a kiss and walked with him into the facility.

As you made your way into the stadium, you saw Joe walking out with his headphones on. He seemed to be taking in the space before it was filled with thousands of fans cheering for him and his teammates.

You continued a small stroll around the empty seats until you decided to make your way up to the box. Joe had one for his friends and family, but tonight it was just going to be you and some friends.

Since you were there so early, you brought a book with you to read before your friends arrived. Occasionally, you would look out to the field and find Joe goofing off with his teammates. You were glad that they could cheer him up when you couldn't. Sometimes, all it took was a teammate.

Kickoff rolled around quickly and all your friends began to arrive. Hugs were given, laughs were shared, and the drinks kept coming. You never really got ragingly drunk, but your friends were incredible enablers. Not much focus was on the game, more so on the drinks.

At half time, you slowed down and sobered up a bit, hoping for a text from Joe. He rarely texted you during halftime, but sometimes it was an unexpected surprise.

Joey: Did your friends arrive?

Y/N: Yeah, we'we habing drunks

Joey: Oh really? I can tell

Y/N: Oopsies

When you saw Joe run back out to the field leading the team, you were hoping that they had a strong pep talk at the half considering that they were down 27-7 against the Browns.

The drinks kept coming, and you didn't realize how drunk you really were until you got up to go to the bathroom. You stumbled to the small stall attached to the box. While relieving yourself, you checked to see what people were saying on twitter.

They were ripping Joe to shreds. Not even taking into account the lack of help from his teammates. Games like this happen, people just love to shit talk.

You knew Joe wanted so badly to win, who wouldn't want to win? But unfortunately, the team just couldn't pull it together. The end of the game rolled around and the Bengals lost 35-24. They closed the gap a bit, yet not enough.

Since Joe was the one who drove to the game, you waited in the box for him. Your friends said their goodbyes and you were eventually left alone, waiting for Joe.

You knew he wouldn't be in a great mood, and you being absolutely shit faced was going to make things worse and you knew that.

As you sat alone, staring out into the stadium, you couldn't help but shut your eyes. The drunk sleepies were hitting.

After what felt like forever, Joe walked through the door to the box. You perked up a bit at the sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps approaching.

"Hiii Joey," you slurred and struggled to stand up.

"Hi baby," he said flatly. You went in to give him a hug, he hugged back, but not with the usual amount of squeeze back.

He began to lead you out of the box. He did a sweep of the room to make sure you didn't leave anything behind. He wrapped an arm around your waist to help you stay vertical and balanced.

Joe didn't mind having to take care of you when you were drunk, but this time was different. He wasn't happy or silly with you. WIth losing the game, you expected him to be upset, but not this upset. Maybe it was the combination of losing and having to take care of you.

As you continued the hike to the car, you kept trying to be goofy. Joe wasn't having it. His face stayed stoic and his grip on you was almost harsh.

When you got to the car, he opened your door and made sure you got in comfortably like he normally did. He swiftly walked around to the drivers side, opening his door and shutting it with a little too much force. It made you jump a little bit. He wasn't normally violent when he was upset. This of course wouldn't classify as violent for most, but Joe was not one to slam doors.

The drive home was silent besides the faint music playing from Joe's bluetooth to the car.

You shut your eyes, but that caused the spins. You tried to take deep breaths to let it pass. Opening your eyes and rolling down the window was the best bet.

Joe hated having the windows down, and he was especially afraid someone would recognize the two of you on your drive home. He rolled up your window and put on the child lock. That really made you mad.

"Joe I don't feel good. Can we please roll the window down?" you whined out.

"No, Y/N. I don't need people recognizing us driving home, especially with you in this state," he replied in a rude tone.

"Jesus Joe, I feel like I'm gonna be sick, can you just roll down the damn window?" you huffed out.

"Maybe if you wouldn't have had so much to drink, we wouldn't be in this situation," he snarked out. Your eyes darted over to him. His face was stoic. You were fuming.

No more words were exchanged on the drive home. It would only have made it worse.

Once Joe pulled into the garage, he grabbed his stuff out of the backseat and headed inside, leaving you in the car to gather your things. By the time you stumbled out of the car, the door to the house was shut and Joe was nowhere to be found.

You placed your belongings in the basket by the garage door and headed to the kitchen for some water. Or maybe a tequila shot. Who knew how long Joe would continue to be an ass.

Once you gulped down some water, you headed upstairs to change out of your cute game day outfit and into some comfy pjs. You removed your makeup and decided it was probably smart to find Joe to see if he was ok.

After searching most common rooms, you headed to where his office was located. You headed into his office and saw him watching the game over and checking twitter. There was no way in hell that would help his mood or attitude.

"What're you doing?" you ask. He spins around in his desk chair to look at you. Your body was leaned against the door frame to give yourself some stability.

"What the fuck does it look like, Y/N?" he huffed out at you.

"Jesus Joe I was just trying to check on you," you were beginning to get defensive.

"Obviously I'm pissed. I played like shit and all I get for it is having to take care of your irresponsible drunk ass," he retorted. His eyes were like daggers and you needed out.

You looked at him in disgust before leaving his office and slamming the door behind you. Joe didn't chase after you, he just turned his chair back around to back to what he was doing.

You decided to just go to bed. It wasn't worth staying up to wait for Joe to come to bed. Plus, the alcohol was really starting to make you feel like shit. You laid there for a bit with rage still filling your mind and body. But once the rage wore off, it turned to tears and you fell asleep.

After an hour or so, Joe decided to go to bed. He assumed that's where you went too, but he was hoping you were already asleep. The door creaked open to reveal you sound asleep, snores coming out of your mouth, something that only happened when you drank.

Joe walked over to your nightstand to turn out your light, but he couldn't help but notice the dried tears on your face. A pang of guilt struck him right in the heart. He knew that he was what caused those tears.

Once the light was out, he walked over to his side of the bed to climb in as easily as he could. Your back was toward him, and he knew that was a sign that you were upset. Even out of a dead sleep, you would always turn over to snuggle up to him. Joe laid in his guilt for a while until sleep took over him.

The next thing Joe knew, you were darting out of bed to get to the toilet. He knew it was best to go in after you. He knocked on the door and entered, finding your arm resting on the toilet, head on arm, and eyes closed.

Joe slowly sat down behind you, pulling you into his body and beginning to rub your back. You leaned into him, which he was honestly not expecting. He was grateful for the small sign that your relationship was okay after how he treated you.

No words were exchanged. You sat for a minute until you felt another round coming. Joe pulled your hair back as you released more alcohol.

You leaned back into his chest, a small sob wracking your body. He knew it was because of the mix of alcohol and crying yourself to sleep. Which inherently was because of his previous actions.

"I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you," Joe admitted. You didn't move in his arms to look at him, but he could sense your body tense up at the conversation.

"I thought you didn't want to take care of my irresponsible drunk ass," you replied with quiet attitude. He held you tighter.

"Baby I'm sorry. I was just so caught up in my anger from the game and I ended up taking it out on you and you didn't deserve that," he spoke with a sigh.

"That's still not a good excuse to talk to me li-" you began before you ended up leaning back over the toilet. Joe held your hair back again, but kept his gaze toward the ground, focused on the guilt he was feeling.

Once you were done expelling more of your evening, you leaned back into Joe. The ball your body formed morphed into the way he was sitting behind you. His chin rested on top of your head in a protective way.

"Let's just talk about this in the morning when we're both in a better headspace," he said. He held you extra tight, hoping you could feel how sorry he was. He continued to rub your back, but he soon heard small snores escaping your mouth. Joe told himself that he wasn't getting up until you did. He wasn't going to leave you when you were in this state. Especially because of the way he acted earlier in the evening.

He leaned back into the cabinet and rested his head back, staring up at the ceiling. He sat with his thoughts for a bit before sleep took over, you still tightly wrapped in his arms.

You began to stir in his grasp, causing him to quickly wake up. He looked down at you to see your eyes slowly opening. You gazed up at his handsome face, meeting his pretty eyes.

"Joe, go back to bed," you demanded in your sleepy state.

"I'm not going without you, Y/N," he replied.

"Mkay," you said, leaning back into his chest.

"Do you think you're ready to go back to bed?" he asked before you got the chance to fall back asleep.

"Mhmm, just can't get up on my own," you mumbled. Joe began to move from behind you, slowly standing up and reaching for your hands. He helped you up carefully and you leaned into him once you were vertical. His hands went to your back, rubbing small circles.

"How about you brush your teeth, it'll help you sleep better," Joe suggested. You nodded into his chest as you stood up on your own to brush your teeth. Joe stood with you so he could walk you back to bed.

Once you were done, he grabbed your hand and walked you to your side of the bed, tucking you in. He began to walk toward the door.

"Joey, where are going?" you whined.

"To get you some water and ibuprofen," he replied as he walked out of the bedroom door.

You waited for Joe to get back before allowing yourself to fall asleep. He was comforting when you didn't feel well. He placed the items on your nightstand for the morning before heading to his side of the bed.

Joe gently climbed in, immediately grabbing for you. He held you close to his warm body. His big, strong, safe, and warm arms snaked around your body. You relaxed into him, feeling some small sense of normalcy.

He intently watched you until he heard snores coming from you. Your facial features were gentle, something Joe never wanted to disturb.

As Joe began to wind down his guilty thought and mind, he placed a delicate kiss to your forehead.

"I love you," he whispered.

You nuzzled up to him more as his heart fluttered, his body feeling so safe and warm. You being wrapped in his arms calmed Joe to sleep next to you. Even when mad, Joe would always try to protect you. Because in the end, its you and Joe against the world.

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Hope y'all enjoyed! It was def better before my computer erased the last 2/3 of it *tears* <3

[silviakundera]

Kinnporsche fic I won't write:

the one where we can flesh out the ep 3-5 timeline, as Kinn's escorts all start getting a crush on Porsche, who is hot and sweet.

After Big outs Kinn and Porsche tells him off, he gets a little protective

does that asshole fuck with you? Decides he will take home all of Kinn's boys and Show An Interest.

He asks about their job and let's them pick the music and stops for street food & beers on the way driving them home, gossiping about shitty, entitled customers and why there isn't more of a retail to serial killer pipeline. It's not unlike a really charming first date, which is why they start shooting their shot. and, well, he's been so lonely & is used to getting laid on the job. They're pretty and friendly and smell like sex.

soon Porsche is making out with each escort at drop-off while the car idles at the curb. Just soft, slow kisses as he rubs his thumb behind the guy's ear, making him shiver into it. Everyone's Favorite Bartender Porsche walks each one to the door every time and ruffles their hair goodbye, and he's just SO. MUCH.

a repeat buisness escort starts gossiping w Kinn one night about Porsche's everything "did u know what he did THEN???? and that chain around this neck..., his skin there is SO SOFT. FUCK."

Kinn is like laughing mad about it for about 10 seconds but then just incredibly relieved that finally he can vent about his crush and they break out the good shit, getting increasingly hammered on top shelf whiskey and sharing the equivalent of thirst posts about Porsche's laugh, tits, waist, ass, and attractively terrible winking that would make kpop stans proud.

(the only escort who's ever stayed the night)

(because he was passed out on the floor, head under an end table and cuddling a jumbo bag of shrimp-flavored chips)

but then after The Auction Incident, Porsche takes home the flavor of the day and the boy is like CONCERNED. what is wrong w Porsche?? who broke him?! Bangkok sex worker phone tree engaged.

Kinm gets petulant looks behind his back, lazy handies, and passive aggressively awful blowjobs. It's not just that Kinn is pining, he's getting objectively bad service and is too distracted to notice.

instead of Kinn following advice from Pete on how to stop screwing up with Porsche he finally just breaks and asks his escort in THE MOST AWKWARD moment. They're like mid-fuck and Kinn just pulls back, still breathing hard and resting his weight on his hands. ahh! stop. I gotta ask you something. ... You've made out with Porsche, right? Sober? "... yes?" Explain how u made that happen. In detail.

kinn takes actual! notes! he's gonna get his man. and so he never visits Porsche on his break but when Porsche comes back to the compound Kinn is downstairs in like 5 min flat, he's RUSHING. It's super embarrassing, because he's obviously excited-anxious and a lil flustered and Big very much wants to die. (no, Big! in this more sexy universe u LIVE) (anyway) Kinn strolls up with serious buisness face and Porsche immediately gets defensive but then, like, confused. because Kinn wants him to drive them around to run?? errands?? all day??

and Kinn keeps trying to make small talk? and ask about what being a mafia bodyguard is actually like and which super nutritious meal disgusts you the most. Kinn is trying so hard to be chill and relateable and not a weirdo rich crime lord. It's totally not working at all, except Porsche is reluctantly charmed by how bad Kinn's taste in music is and how confidently he says ridiculous things and how he smiles to himself out the window when he thinks Porsche isn't looking.

he has them stop to get food and then cheap beers. puts a hand on Porsche's thigh and looks very expectant.

it clicks for Porsche, OMG. he is actually running the post-job make-outs playbook. starts laughing in Kinn's face, naturally, but then the patented awwww noooo come 'ere and coaxing Kinn's stern face to tilt back to him and accepting a sharp, petulant kiss that Porsche breaks off from to laugh more. ❤

[smad-lesbian]

Imagine: Heathers are SO JEALOUS of JD flirting with Veronica, so they decided to make a party where the only person invited was Veronica. (It means that they all ditched the Remington's party, so no Veronica puking on Chandler's shoes, no Chandler saying that she will destroy Veronica's social life, no Veronica going to JD and no Chandler drinking drano)

Hell yeah, really love this prompt, I am a sucker for jealous Heathers and extremely oblivious Veronica.

Also this is how it should have gone-

"Don't forget to buy corn nuts!" Chandler yelled out from her car, leaning over it to scream at Veronica, who was heading inside the 7/11, said girl nodded at Chandler's demand, only slightly rolling her eyes before turning back, looking at the other two Heathers standing in the back seat.

"Do you guys want anything?" She called back at Duke and McNamara, both who were having small talk at the back of the red porsche.

They both turned to face the taller girl, Mac shrugged while Duke pondered for a second before looking up, "A big gulp, please." Veronica nodded, before turning back, entering the cold 7/11.

Duke and McNamara turned right back to their conversation about whatever latest gossip was going on in the halls of Westerburg.

It was only after a good 15 minutes that Duke began to shift in her seat, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt in a nervous manner.

"Veronica has been gone for a long time now." Duke whispered, looking out the window at 7/11.

"Shut up, Heather!" Chandler snapped at her, but she furrowed her eyebrows at the words, her lips pursed as she internally (she would rather die than say it out loud) that Duke had a point, it had been a suspicious amount of time since Veronica got out.

Chandler sighed in annoyance, before digging her palm into the car keys, pulling them out with a tad too much force as she quickly opened the door.

"Come on." She said vaguely, not bothering to look behind her as she strolled into the 7/11, knowing that the other two Heathers were right behind her.

The semi-cold breeze of a barely functional air conditioner hit her as she scanned for the familiar tuffs of brown hair.

It wasn't long before she locked eyes with Veronica, she was facing away from them, looking engrossed into something.

Chandler noticed the familiar trench coat.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

She heard quite whispering behind her, probably McNamara, who also noticed the Bo Diddley rip off was talking to Veronica, leaning on the counter with a wolfish grin.

She was going to bury him alive.

Chandler walked (Stomped) over to the pair, putting a firm hand on Veronica's waist as she came within arms reach of the girl.

"Ronnie! Mind telling me what the fuck is taking so long?" Chandler asked Veronica, her voice sickenly sweet as she dug her nails into Veronica's arm.

Veronica didn't seem to mind brushing off the clear annoyance with an eye roll, "Sorry Heather, I was talking to JD, must have lost track of time." She said, her gaze flicking back to JD for a second, before she was distracted by another presence behind her.

"Well, sorry to interrupt, but we have to get going." Heather Duke said with gritted teeth as she sent JD a glare before giving Veronica a small, yet sweet smile.

Veronica gave a small smile back, before feeling a hand snake up around her waist, whom she already concluded was probably McNamara.

"We are so sorry to interrupt your eye fucking, but we have to get going." Mac glared at JD, who shrugged it off.

"Well, I'll see you later." He winked as he disappeared, probably to spike his slushie with steroids, Chandler thought, before tugging Veronica's arm outside.

Veronica grumbled in partial annoyance before she went along, mostly unfazed by the unusual amount of physical contact.

They soon got back in the car, (Veronica, Duke, and McNamara in the back, Chandler driving).

Chandler looked back at Veronica who seemed more interested in glancing outside the window, Chandler growled as she dug her nails into the steering wheel.

"Change of plans, party at my house tonight."