#sorry to bitch on the dash like this but just. the last couple days especially have been disappointing

[rubiesintherough]

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[sissyjamieray]

My journey into feminization how did it begin? It is difficult to pin point a specific age, but I would guess I was about 11 years old. Yes, confused by sexual urges and excitement when looking at pictures of pretty girls in magazine ads wearing only panties and bras. Mmm, then 'borrowing' intimate female garments and wearing them. Feelng the overwhelming rush of pleasure and my first orgasm while wearing female clothing. Through the years I've tried to suppress this urges to dress as a woman. Being married was so frustrating as my wife left her intimate garments all over the house. It was like being in a candy store: bras, panties, lingerie all within reach. Unable to resist I would carefully try on bra or nightie when she was out shopping. At one point she mentioned something about one nightie being worn out in the "wrong" places. But she never questioned me. After all why would her man be turned on by wearing panties? Looking back she was very smart, she knew better than to confront me head on, lol. She knew I would not admit it or make up some bullshit story. She was very subtle, one night after making love she asked me if I had any sexual fantasies, my response was no love, none that I can think of. Another time she make the following comment, " I wish I had something to poke you with". Wow, she was so close. I was a bit stunted, didn't have a good response, lol. Several months later during our forplay love making she starts licking my nipples, omg, wtf!! Do you like it she says, with her hand on my growing manhood there was no escape, no denial. You like it don't you? I said yes, grasping for air and moaning as she began to rub the tip of my cock with her finger while continuing to lick and suck on my nipples. Then she slid her hand below my balls and started stroking and messaging the area just above my ass hole. After five minutes or this action she get up, pulls off her soaked panties then leans towards me with panties in hand and whispers in my ear, ' guess what I found in your bag Jim?' I found at least 10 pairs of my panties Jim, wtf all stained with your cum! "So you like to jerk off and cum in my panties, really?" What could I say but yes. I tried to explain why but she was upset? She then took her wet panties wrapped them around my almost limp manhood and said show me how you like you jerk off im my panties! I was so embarrassed, but I was wrong to have taken her things, this was my punishment, Yes? I reached down and started stroking my cock but it was very limp by now, I could not get hard. She saw my problem and whispers in my ear, "what's the problem, sissy panty boy, can't jerk off in front of your hot sexy wife? never touch my things again!, if you do, you will never fuck or cum inside me again. Do you understand me? Yes, hon I understand, good. Now where are my panties, Uh where you put them dear, yes they are yours now. Uh, keep them clean and if you wear these out (giggle) we will go out together and buy you more. Yes, I'll let the pretty sales lady know my size and yours (giggle). One more thing, when we make love, make sure you are wearing a clean pair of lacy pink panties. You are my panty boy husband now (giggle). I guess you better learn to get excited and hard while wearing female panties or you will never fuck me again (giggle): panty boy. Next day I after work I set out the task of hand washing 'my' panties in hope of getting lucky later that evening. Ok, hot water and some laundry soap and a 15 minutes soak, rinse and then toss into the dryer should to the trick right? Right before we went to bed I quickly grabbed my panties and climbed into bed. My wife had been observing my laundry duties activities that evening and I assumed we were cool. My hopes of an evening of

having sex where dashed when she turned the lights on stating: it's panty check time, stand up and let examine your feeble attempts to clean these! Ok, I can still see your nasty stains, what temperature did you wash these in? Hot I relied, she laughed, you idiot you should have used cold, as now you've 'set' the stain and ruined a pretty pair of panties. Oh well I guess we will have to go panty shopping tomorrow. Maybe Victoria's Secret? I understand Nancy, your friend Mike's wife just started working there (giggle), maybe she can let us use her discount? She then put her hand on my softening member and said, 'well give it some thought, panty boy, good night. WTF, now she is straight up trying to sexually blackmail me and expose me really? I got out of bed headed for the bathroom sobbing, how could my sweet wife be so cruel. Fifteen minutes or so she knocks on the door, " Jimmy are you ok"? No I'm, how could I be ok when you want to humiliate me and expose my fetish to my friends? Oh you admit it now that you are little perverted panty stealing panty boy? Her words cut me through me like a knife, but she was right. Stand Jim, look at yourself in the mirror wearing my soiled panties, tell me baby who and what did I fall in love with? Then she placed her had on my limp cock and said, I love you but tell me about all your fetishes now or we are done: confess! I'm not going to play a guessing game with you understand! Sobbing, I began to spill my guys about how was molested by an older boy at 11, my Aunt confessed to dressing me as a girl when I was very young,

dressing my mothers lingerie. Yes, I've have fantasies about being fucked my a man while being dressed as a woman. With years in my eyes I looked at my wife, what she was crying too? Why are you crying I asked? I'm so sorry that so many people have hurt you babe and that you are so fucked up now. Maybe we can both get into therapy, you know get some professional help? But for this moment, let's promise to be more open and honest with our sexual feelings and desires ok? Babe I'm sorry I got do angry with you but you did sneak my panties? I had no idea that my panties turned you on so much to the point that you would willing wear them? She started rubbing my pantied cock as she spoke, you know Jim, have a little fantasy of my own. What she whispered in my ear next blew me away. Jim, sometimes I think about being with a woman, coddling and fondling each others breasts? Jim, I, I think I might be Bi? I sorry I've never shared this with you but you understand right ? At that moment, my cock began to swell, she got her answer. Now pulling my panties down she began licking the very backside tip of my cock, you know Jim, maybe I will be willing to support you, like helping you dress like a lady, apply make up and maybe if you wish be with a man as a woman. With these words I erupted a stream of thick sperm all over her beautiful face. Wow, that was fast hon, you agree with my suggestions? Awesome, now for your first lesson Jamie, lick up all the cum you sprayed over my face. Yes, play the part bitch you need to learn to love the taste of your cum. Yes, your female name is Jamie now, do you like it? That's right clean me up, good gurl. Now it's my turn to be pleasured, now be a good lesbian bitch and eat my sweet pussy, XOXO.

Chapter 2 The List

The next morning Carol, my wife was up early and out of the house without waking me. No breakfast or coffee, man that woman be slipp'in, I thought. Well, what looks good in the frig? Oh man, lookie here, a heart shaped note from wifey. [Hi Jim I went shopping with Margie this morning, not sure when I'll be back but, please pickup the following items at the corner drug store:

tampons, pantyhose, nail polish (pink), eye shadow base & palate, concealer, face primer, eyeliner (water proof), mascara, blush, bronzer, highlighter, lip gloss, cosmetic brush set, foundation, setting spray and pamprin. Jim, if you need help just ask the salesgirl in

cosmetics, you know the one you always flirt with, you know Desiree, giggle. Oh and make sure you are wearing the pink lace panties that I let in your drawer. They are yours now, Jamie. Love Carol XOXO, P.S., I've invited some friends over for dinner so please be home by 4 pm.] Groan, I HATE shopping, especially for girl stuff! Ok, so off to drug store I went, stright to the cosmetics counter, list in hand. There she was, Desiree behind the counter, may I help you, she asked? Desiree was the gorgeous offspring of Spanish and Irish parents, about 5' 9" light green eyes and light brown to blonde hair. Her makeup was always impeccable, skirts and blouse always tight and ample cleavage on display. Carol was right that I did flirt with Desiree in the past, but Carol was always with me. It was different now, I was alone and what she possibly thinking? I mean, Carol had always shopped for her own cosmetics and fem items? Looking into her eyes my mind went blank, dry mouth, etc. I handed her the list and mumbled, my wife needs this stuff and I have no idea. Sure, no problem, I can get these for. Carol is your wife right? Yeah, she was in earlier, something about a need for a change and wanted you and I to help her with a make-over surprise. I can help you with every thing on the list except the tampons, their in aisle 12. Oh, and I'll need your help with selecting the foundation shade to ensure a good color match. Ok, what ever I said, I'll be back with the wifey's tampons in a couple minutes. As I walked away, Desiree's last words, "color matching" stuck in my head... Carol's skin tone was much lighter than mine? Mmm, aisle 12, ok here we go, no idea really what to buy my wife, so many confusing choices. I must have been searching for the correct tampons for at least 15 minutes when Desiree found me. Hi, need some help? Absolutely? I have no idea what she needs. Laughing at my ignorance of feminine hygiene products, explained that Carol would at minimum need pads and most likely will need a tampon for her 'heavy' period flows. My suggestion is get her both. Is so sweet and thoughtful of you to do pick these up for you wife, I'm sure she appreciates it. Now let's go go back to the cosmetic department and I ring up your items? Sounds like a plan, I said. Ok, let's try this new foundation shade shall we? Desiree reached for my hand, this was a new level: physical contact. I could feel my heart beating faster, well if well if you have to I said? Desiree, her hand still gently touchind my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, Jim, it is necessary to be sure we get an accurate match and you do want to please your Wife don't you? Yes, of course I want to make Carol happy. Well good, smiling as she applied the foundation to my hand Desiree said, you know Jim, it's not like anyone's going to make assumptions about your sexuality. I mean, why would a handsome stud like you want to wear make up? Ok, of course your are right, I told her. Oh, awesome Jim, this color is perfect. Carol will love it.

Great what is the final damage for all this, I asked? Sure, your total comes to $75.65. Ok, wow this stuff sure adds up fast! Ok here's $76, as Desiree handed back my change she dropped a dime. Oh, so sorry, no problem I said bending over to retrieve .10 cents and at that moment exposing my pink lace thong panties in full view of Desiree. So humiliating, I was speechless. Desiree with a big smile handed me my merchandise but me close and whispered, I love a man who likes to embrace his feminine side, Carol is so lucky.

Chapter 3 - No Refunds, No Returns

So I returned home with all the cosmetics Carol had on your list. She met me as I entered our apartment with big hug, then said that she had to leave again. No big deal, but asked me to read a letter she had written to me. Ok, problem, writing letters was something we did when we first started dating. Jim, l'll be back in about 2 hours, so please read my little ' love' note before I return. One more hug as she felt up my ass for the outline of the thong panties, still wearing them I see? Good, I so happy you did, it says you respect my wishes. I am going to make you so happy you did. Then she kissed me deeply and left without saying where she was going? Oh well, now where is this letter? I found Carol's letter on my pillow, she started, my Dearest husband, tonight I will make your fantasy of being a woman a reality. Don't deny it Jim. I found your hidden stash of female undergarments, shemale porn, etc. Really, why did you NOT trust me enough with your kinky desires? No matter, I know now and I still you move than you realize. Tonight I will give your fantasy, but know this our relationship will change. The changes will be (giggle) sort of a role reversal? To start: take a nice hot bubble bath, yes use mine girly stuff XOXO. Next, use my sugar rub all over your body to exfoliate your skin and then shave all your body hair, yes lov, your arms, legs, chest, balls and ass. Next raise in with cold water

and gently dry ourself. Next, hydrate your skin with some lotion be liberal with it. Now Jim, you don't have much time left so get started. Oh, once your done with this bathing routine, look in your drawer and closet. Yes I picked out some cute girly things for you to wear love XOXO. Make sure you are wearing each item when I return? If NOT, trust me You will sorely regret it!! But I know you will be a Good girl for your wife, your Mistress now won't you? And don't act like you don't know how to put on a bra, panty hose, corset, or breast forms. Please Sissy, remember I know what you've doing when your alone and I'm at work. You see I also found your pictures lol. Well, no more secrets BITCH! I demand you to be ready for me to apply your make up and wig when I return. No excuses! Yes dear, I will be fully shaved and dressed when return. Ok, good, I will be at 7 pm sharp! Out of fear and excitement I started drawing my bubble bath. While the tub was filling I looked into the closet and drawer to see what my wife had purchased. My sweet wife had filled my drawer will so many pretty panties and bras all different styles and colours. These were all mine, really? Wow, what was in my closet? Just a quick peek, so many cute skirts, dresses and tops, all mine? Ok, time was slipping away and the tub was nearly full now. As instructed, I soaked in the fraguent bubble bath for a half hour so relaxing then scrubbed every inch of my body possible with a sugar exfoliate scrub. I then covered my body with a girly shaved cream and shaved my legs, arms, chest, groin, balls and ass. I then showed in cold water to rinse off the remaining shave cream. As I dried my body off the scent purfume and softness of my now hairless body caused me to feel so girly/ feminine, excited and horny. I resisted my base urges to pleasure myself and pushed on to getting dressed as it was almost time for my wife to return. So many panties so many choices, will of I selected a cute pink lace thong panties with matching bra and garter belt. Slipping the panties on another temptation to pleasure myself. Not enough time, 6:30 pm, still had to put on the breast plate and corset. I secured the 38 D breasts to my chest using the medical grade adhesive. Looking the mirror was a bit of a let down, so much work and I still looked like a man, a man with big breasts and small waist. I was nearly in tears when I heard the front door open, Carol would be coming in bedroom any moment and I was pretty much half naked. I quickly grabbed a blouse, skirt and heels got them on and posing on the bed, just as door opened. Knock, knock... omg Jim, Carol told me to just let myself in, that my make over project would be sitting on the bed. It was Desire, Carol WTF!! I was humiliated once again, I began sobbing uncontrollably, why Carol, why? Desiree gave me several tissues to dry tears. I don't understand, why would do this? She came closer and hugged me. I never been this close to Desiree or so absolutely vulnerable before. She knew just like Carol that I was to be a sissy no denial. Jim, she said, Carol is giving you a gift, this is what you want really. Carol loves you didn't understand or how to help you experience being a girl. I can sweet heart. Yes, Carol may have, did violate your privacy by sharing your sissy feelings with me but I agreed to help you both. She then kissed me on the lips and said go wash away those trears hon and let's transform you into a beautiful woman. Before she applied my make up she asked me to remove my skirt and blouse, something about not getting any make on my clothes, ok made sence? Desiree was wonderful explaining the fairly complicated process of applying the various types make up, contouring, eye shadow, liner, etc. I almost forgot that I was half naked inches away from a gorgeous woman. The scent of her purfume and beautiful cleavage got the best of my unrestrained manhood. Desiree noticed my problem and said, I see you are getting turned on baby? You like it that I'm feminizing don't sweety? Oh of course you do

[marvelobsessedteenager]

All The Hurt - Chapter 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: ANGST, Peter was an ass, reader is a hurt and petty bitch, fluff to make up for the angst, curse words, lots of “coincidences”, horrible description of death and feelings lmfao I’m sorry

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: dis a long one HAHAH

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You groggily twisted in your bed as you tried to find the nagging nuisance that interrupted your peaceful slumber that barely lasted five hours. Your vision slowly focused as you rubbed your eyes vigorously, still searching for that damned alarm clock that you couldn’t seem to find.

“For fuck’s sake,” you grumbled, turning on the lamp beside your bed and hissing at the sharp light that was out to attack your pupils. The alarm clock, which somehow made its way onto the floor, read 7:00 AM, September 14th.

You scratched the side of your head, wondering why on earth your past self decided to wake you up this early on a random day.

Until it clicked.

September 14th. The Academic Decathlon competition that was being held in D.C. - the one your team had been preparing for months on end.

With all the ruckus that’s happened in the past few months, the competition was filed under the “unimportant events” cabinet in your mind. Truthfully, you didn’t really want to go. The only reason you were in decathlon was because you and Peter had a competition going to see who could get into as many after-school activities as possible while keeping their grades up. Plus, he said your intelligence would be an asset to the team.

It was stupid, really, but you both found joy in watching the other succeed, and at the time, Peter thought it’d be a push for you considering you were demotivated to study.

After he left you, you quit everything else besides decathlon. When you tried to, they told you you weren’t allowed to due to your name already being written down as one of the team’s members. You slacked off and often avoided going to the after-school practice altogether, hence why you forgot about it.

However, right now, it wasn’t a burden you had to bear. You were grateful for the upcoming distraction, and you thanked God Peter was somehow able to spontaneously quit the team the other day, the 'Stark Internship' granting him access to do so. Luckily for you, that meant some form of escape without having to be around him.

You felt yourself become lighter already, and you quickly got ready for the fast-approaching competition.

Once found your team waiting by the bus, you were greeted by a disoriented-looking Flash, making you giggle as you approached him while giving everyone you passed by a smile. “You look like shit.” You commented when you reached him at the back of the lengthy bus.

“I feel like it,” he groaned, his forehead pressing into the side of the vehicle, “I’m so not a morning person.”

You rolled your eyes and handed him the iced coffee you bought for him on the way, “I know, that’s why I got you this.” You said, shaking the beverage and holding it out for him, "Drink up, Eugene. We got people to beat. And before you ask, yes it has almond milk in it.”

He lifted his head and looked at the coffee in surprise, then back at you, “You’re a lifesaver.” He said, engulfing you in a hug so suddenly you had to hold onto the side of the bus to keep you both from falling back.

You teasingly shook your head and patted him on the back, “I know, I know. I’m amazing.”

“I don’t disagree.” He said, pulling back and taking the coffee from your hands with a small ’thank you.'

You stared at him as he slurped on his drink and sighed in bliss, and wondered what it would be like if he treated everyone the way he treated you.

You knew of his past and understood why his actions came from a place of hurt and nothing more. During these past few months, Flash helped you open your eyes and made you more understanding of people. Especially those who tried to cover up their pain by pushing others away in self-preservation, in fear of showing others who they truly were because they were afraid of being hurt, taken advantage of, or even worse, mocked for it.

At the simple gesture of getting him coffee, he seemed shocked that you even remembered his order, let alone got him something. Your empathetic side was much stronger than you thought it’d be, you realized, your heart aching for the misunderstood boy who stood in front of you.

“What?” Flash inquired with furrowed eyebrows, capturing the metal straw once more (because plastic ain’t it).

You were about to make a joke about how you were staring at him to process how ugly he was when Abe gleefully yelled, “Hey, it’s Peter!” And pointed ahead of him.

You swore your heart stopped for a moment, the voice in your head repeating the word ‘no'.

Your eyes widened as you slowly turned around in astonishment to find that, yes, it really was Peter, in the flesh.

And he’s asking to rejoin the team, but you were still caught up in his presence.

And how much you hated it.

Of course he showed up. Last fucking minute.

Boiling anger shot up to your throat and escaped through your mouth with a growl, “No, no way,” you walked towards him, eyes burning with rage as he backed up, “You can’t just quit, make a grand last minute entrance and be welcomed back.”

Of course, he was welcomed back by all but you and Flash, but that didn’t make a difference to anyone else no matter how many times you whined and objected.

“One more smart team member couldn’t hurt,” Mr. Harrington said.

And that’s how he ended up taking his seat about two rows behind yours, as you and Flash took your designated spots in the front. All the memories of him being Spider-Man fogged up your brain like you couldn’t see anything but him in the suit. It was infuriating how just him being there seemed to fuck with you.

What really pushed you to the edge was that you caught him looking at you. And not just stealing glimpses, no, you mean full-on gawking.

The audacity, you thought, exhaling loudly through your nose.

You found it hard to answer Liz’s training questions correctly. How could you? You were consciously aware of his presence, and consciously aware that he could be hearing your thundering heart if he concentrated enough.

Okay, so you may have done a little bit of research about him and watched a couple of his one minute interviews with reporters. None of them explained how he got said powers, but in one he told the interviewer all his senses were far, far more advanced than normal humans.

You wondered if he ever got a sensory overload.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the ring of a bell and his answer that followed, his voice echoing in your head. When you answered incorrectly for the second time, you decided to give it a rest. You plugged in your earbuds, raised the volume as high as it would go, and wished you could tune out your thoughts like you did to the world.

You were already awake when you reached your destination. While the rest of the students were in awe of how big it was, you and Flash weren’t.

Once all rooms were assigned, Peter and Ned immediately dashed to theirs without waiting to hear Liz’s plans to "act rebellious as a group". Normally, that wouldn’t raise any suspicions, but now that you knew about Peter’s little secret, you were skeptical. They must be doing something related to Spider-Man.

You ignored the dull pain in your chest.

And as much as you wanted to find out, you were drained. Thinking had seemed to take up most of your energy, which was something you needed in order to win. So, you grabbed your spare key card to the room you shared with Sally Avril and searched the second floor for Room 249 together.

Sally and you weren’t exactly friends, but you talked a few times and said hello to each other via a nod when you passed each other in the hallways. She agreed to be your science partner for this quarter’s project, and you knew that she was incredibly bright for her age, so you didn’t mind rooming with her for a while.

When the both of you were out of breath and complaining about your backs aching from your heavy backpacks, you thankfully found your room.

And, what do you know? It was exactly across the fucking hall from Peter’s.

You annoyingly rolled your eyes and hastily swiped your card on the card reader, pushing the door with your foot and throwing your backpack onto the bed before flopping on it with a groan, your tiredness leaving you and allowing anger to fuel you instead.

“You okay?” Sally asked, always the sweetheart, shutting the door and placing her own backpack on the bed, taking her possessions out.

“Just peachy,” you sarcastically mumbled, your face squished between the pillows. You could only describe their scent as hotel rooms, but they were cool enough to help put out a little bit of the fire that you still had within you. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up, leaning on your elbows, “I’m gonna go check the gym out.”

A while back, you learned how to manage your anger by using it to your advantage. The excess adrenaline helped pump your energy and allowed you to finish your workout faster, which in turn made you stronger and defused the storm within you. You took your gym clothes to the bathroom and changed before yelling out a goodbye to Sally and exiting your room.

As you shut the door behind you, you looked up in time to make eye contact with Peter, who stood behind his glass window and froze upon meeting your eyes. You scoffed and turned away, and he sighed and continued closing the curtains to his room, obstructing anyone from seeing him remove the tracker from his suit.

When the clock struck 10 pm, you heard a secret knock that meant Liz was here to take your asses to sneak into the pool as a group. You tiredly tied your robe around your body as Sally opened the door, squealing and giving Liz a hug. The group was buzzing with excitement, and you weren’t 100% sure of it, but you were certain this was the most rebellious thing they’ve ever done.

It was adorable how innocent they were.

While the students ran down the hall, you slowed your pace down to walk beside Flash, who waited for you at the end of the line they formed and handed you a snickers bar - your absolute favorite.

“Aw,” you cooed, finger tapping his nose, "Is this a thank you for the coffee this morning?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Flash scrunched his nose and flicked your hand away.

“What's up with you lately?” You asked, peeling away at the bar’s wrapper and taking a large bite, “You’ve been so touchy and caring. I mean, you’ve given me more hugs this week than you have in your entire life.”

Flash’s ears turned red as he pursed his lips and looked down at his bare feet, “I’m not being touchy.”

You stopped and turned to face him with a tilted head and cocked eyebrow. He sighed, “You almost died, Y/n,” he admitted with a small voice, tracing all your scars with his eyes, "I don’t know, I just...I don’t want to lose you, you know? It was scary.”

Your demeanor softened and you gave him a gentle smile. Flash wasn’t one to open up and express his feelings properly, but it warmed your heart that he tried to with you. You wrapped your arms around him once more, calmly rubbing his back, “I don’t wanna lose you, either.”

He snorted and pulled back, jabbing your side and making you squeal, “Yeah, who wouldn’t?”

You jokingly pushed at his shoulders, “I could give you a fucking list.”

The two of you laughed in the hallway as you looked up to see that you were almost at Peter’s door, where he stood there talking to Liz alone. Or, more accurately, both of them exchanging love eyes that made them fumble with their words and made a visible blush rise to their cheeks.

You rolled your eyes with disgust and gagged in revulsion while your heart clenched so hard you had to put a hand on your chest to make sure it was still beating.

And boy, was it beating, all right.

Flash was quick to notice your actions and tried to get them to separate, cupping his hands over his mouth, “Yo, loser,” he called out, making Peter turn, “Stay here. I’m sure Iron-Man is gonna need your help rescuing kittens that are stuck on trees.”

You let out a chuckle and grabbed Liz by her arm when you got close enough, “Come on, don’t waste your time with him. He’s got civil duties to get to.” You threw a deadly glance at him and dragged Liz with you to the pool, failing to notice Peter’s crest-fallen face.

Who cares about him, though? You were here to win a competition and get the trophy - maybe that’ll prove to your dad that you’re worth something, and if that fails, it’s still pretty cool to have accomplished something.

You ended up teaming up with Abe and successfully pushing Flash into the pool, high-fiving Abe before he canon-balled in himself. You giggled, watching your teammates gesture you to come in, but you shook your head and took a seat in one of the chairs.

“Oh, come on, Y/n. Just come in for a minute.”  

“I’m not a swimmer, Flash. I’ll be here, just not in there.”

Your body was aching from the lack of sleep and constant moving around. Plus, you really weren’t much of a swimmer. You quietly took a seat beside MJ as she read a book you once read as well, the chair making a screeching sound that made you cringe and alerted MJ of your presence.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked, flipping to the next page and reading on, but somehow she saw you throw a glance at her.

“Nah,” you crossed your arms and leaned back, watching as Liz got splashed with water by both Cindy and Abe, who then proceeded to dunk Flash’s head in the water and high-fived, “just recognized the book, s’all.”

She hummed and nodded, and you saw her peek up at you from the corner of your eye, “Good taste. I’d like you if you weren’t a bully.”

“Guess you’ll never like me, then.” You replied, monotony lacing your voice, immediately putting an end to the conversation that was only beginning to bloom. You knew she was going to transform it into another ‘what you’re doing isn’t right’ lecture, but you’ve heard enough of it from Jane.

A tense silence settled between you two as her words settled in your mind. A bully. That’s exactly what you were seen as. You guessed people don’t exactly see what caused the change in behavior, but they see the change itself.

You placed the back of your head against the concrete wall and stared up, looking through the built in glass that allowed the moon’s light to bleed into the pool, fully brightening it up until the shadow of a figure covered the view. Him.

Him clad in his latex suit with a backpack on, hands holding the mask that would hide his identity from the rest of the world.

You saw him staring at her.

You felt your heart fall to the pit of your stomach, where it seemed to only cause a burning sensation - jealousy. You were looking at him while he was too busy looking at someone else, and that seemed to have followed you your entire life, even when you weren’t friends.

You gulped and turned away before you ever saw his line of vision move over to you, wondering and wondering.

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The next morning, you stood in front of Flash’s room with your hands on his shoulders as you tried to calm him down.

“Holy shit. Holy shit, I can’t do this, Y/n,” He said, rubbing his forehead. His shoulders were rising and falling at a quick pace beneath your palms as he took shallow breaths, nerves practically spewing out of him.

Who knew Flash was a worry wort?

“Okay, Flash, listen to me,” you grabbed his face and tilted it towards you so you could look him in the eye, “This competition is just a competition. It doesn’t prove your worth to anyone.” That’s not what you thought of yesterday, "Your grades and results don’t determine how smart you are, all right? They’re just numbers and letters, and those don’t make up who you are. And besides,” you gestured to the group of people that were across the hall knocking on Peter and Ned’s door, “if you’re so worried, we’ve got a whole bunch of smart-asses who’ll make up for your stupidity.”

You gave him a teasing smile and relaxed when he shook his head with a chuckle.

“You’ve got this, Eugene.”

He took a deep breath and nodded his head in affirmation, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve got this."

“Attaboy! That’s the spirit!” You said, punching him in the shoulder and laughing when he held his arm in pain.

The concoction from the other side of the hall seemed to have risen above your laughter, making you and Flash exchange a look before running over.

“What’s going on?” Flash asked, causing everyone to turn.

“The boys won’t come out, and if they don’t we’ll be late,” Liz answered, checking the watch on her wrist and tugging the ends of her ponytail stressfully.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and elbowing your way through the crowd until you reached the door.

“Ned! Parker! Get the fuck out of this room or so help me God I will fucking break the door down!” You yelled, repeatedly slamming your fist on the door as it shook from the force.

To your surprise, the door immediately swung back to reveal a sweaty Ned and a missing Peter. Before he was going to say something, you asked, “Where is he?”

Ned stood there like a gaping fish, opening and closing his mouth with broken words falling out, “He..uh, he..won’t be able to make it?”

“He left?”

Ned took a shaky breath in and toyed with the hem of his shirt, “M-maybe..”

Typical Peter. Running away when he was needed.

“Of course he did,” you pinched the bridge of your nose then turned to Liz, “we’re just gonna have to leave without him.” You shrugged, watching as Liz’s shoulders deflated.

She looked mad, worried, and at the same time disappointed. You guessed it had something to do with whatever they were talking about yesterday.

You also guessed he left due to something that had to do with Spider-Man, but you didn’t have enough evidence to prove it to yourself. Regardless of how you wanted to feel, you started getting rather distressed. You wondered if he left after seeing you guys in the pool, where he was, if he was all right, why he hasn’t come back - all questions that could be answered by Ned, you realized. But you didn’t want to risk it.

So, you made your way to the competition with murmuring nerves and trembling hands. You blamed it on the competition, but you knew deep down that it was Peter’s absence that was troubling you.

Either way, you thanked God for MJ’s intelligence that won you the competition.

Hugs were being exchanged all around and pride flowed between your teammates as a golden trophy was handed to your team.

To celebrate, you made your way to the Washington Monument, where you’d be given a boring tour and promised an 'unforgettable view.’ However, there was a tugging feeling in your stomach as Flash asked Mr. Harrington if he could tell Peter that he was expelled. He still hasn’t shown up. Your mind raced with possibilities, and only got worse as the monument's elevator ascended.

Until it abruptly stopped and aggressively shook in its place, causing panic to spread among your group as dust fell upon everyone from the hole that seemed to have appeared above you, covering you from head to toe. Smoke began to fill the elevator’s confined space and-

And this was starting to feel like Delmar’s all over again.

You were frightened, hands shaking and tears welling up in your eyes as oxygen barely made its way into your lungs only to come out again. Your eyes were glued to the hole in the elevator’s roof, as if it’d somehow close up again if you stared at it long enough. It felt as if you were looking at the inside of one’s body - it was a sight you were never meant to see, and now, here you were, seeing it. You saw the wires and pulleys that kept the elevator in its place, and you couldn’t describe how wrong it was.

“Okay, guys, I know that was scary but our safety systems are working. We’re very safe in here.” The lady assured in the most tedious way possible. It was like you weren’t about to meet death himself. Like everything was okay.

It wasn’t.

“No, lady! No, we’re clearly not!” You yelled as you collapsed to the floor, clutching your head and rocking back and forth.

“Okay, Y/n, breathe, breathe.” Mr. Harrington crouched down to your level, inhaling and exhaling slowly as if that’d help you. You could hardly focus on anything but the fact that you felt like you were going to die.

Death seemed to chase you wherever you went, like you were cursed, and now these people were going to go down with you, with no superhero to come swooping in because you didn’t know where he was.

Oh my God, why is this happening?

Flash hastily looked around and pointed to a small opening on the side of the elevator, “We can open that! We can open that and get out through there!” He said, and the others got to work right away.

Ned carried the lady on his shoulders as she successfully pushed it open, allowing new air to come through, the group taking a large, collective inhale. Flash kneeled down beside you, and rubbed your back, promising you everything will be okay, which calmed you down enough to stand up.

You were still scared, hands were still shaking, but you knew you had to put others before you. So you concealed them from everyone’s view, and helped your teammates safely climb out to where a group of security guys was waiting to pull them out.

Cindy went up first, then Abe, Sally, and the dude with glasses you could never remember the name of, until you, Flash, Mr. Harrington, Liz, and Ned remained.

They all suggested you go first, but you refused and told them you’d be fine with assisting them. Flash was up next.

The minute he jumped off the elevator’s surface to grab ahold of the security guard’s hand, the wires which held the elevator in its place snapped and you began your fast descend, screaming into oblivion as your heart rattled inside your ribcage.

A strong force stopped the elevator from falling further for a second before it started falling again, not giving you enough time to catch your breath. It hit a large metal ground, hard, and that seemed to stop it and made you fall on your knees and bust the rest of the glass.

You breathed harshly, thinking it was over, basking in sweet relief until Spider-Man fell from the hole into the elevator and pushed it down even further, prompting the elevator to plunge at an even faster rate, and both Liz and Ned to let out an ear-deafening scream that made its way to your stomach, twisting and turning it while your knuckles turned white from the death grip you had on the railing.

There's your second chance at death, because apparently, one time wasn’t enough.

With his quick thinking, though, Spider-Man raised his arm and shot his web to the ceiling of the building, holding on as he planted his legs on the corner of the elevator, and pulling as it hung in the air.

He looked around the elevator, pausing for a second on your curled up body, before clearing his throat, “Hey, how you doin’?” He said, thickening his New York accent, “don’t worry about it, I got you.”

Ned - like he wasn’t about to fucking die - began fangirling over his best friend as he yelled out multiple 'yes's and bounced up and down, making the elevator’s wheels creak, threatening to fall once again.

"Hey, hey, hey, big guy! Quit movin’ around!” Spider-Man scolded Ned, his voice returning back to normal as he tugged on the web to slowly pull the lift up.

Your insides were still flipped and in all the wrong places, mind frozen as you sat on the ground, still rattled, with tears pushing hard against your waterline. Your breathing was loud and labored, which caught Liz’s attention.

“Hey,” she sat down beside you, voice husky, still half dazed herself, “we’re gonna be okay.” She said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself with her words, "We’re safe now.”

She paused for a moment, "I know what happened to you at Delmar’s-“ You saw Spider-Man’s head swerve towards the both of you for a second as you inhaled sharply. “-but you’re okay. We’re all going to be fine.”

You tilted your head towards her, tracing over her messed up hair and flushed cheeks, dirt painting her face but a small, hopeful smile sat on her lips. You managed to give her a nod and a squeeze of her hand in acknowledgment. Though it did nothing to calm you down, you were still grateful for her sincerity and effort in trying to do so.

“All right, everyone out.” Spider-Man demanded once you reached the level where the security guards were waiting. His grunting made it sound like he didn’t have as much time as he needed, and every person made their way out slowly but carefully.

You shakily stood on your legs, waiting for everyone to get out and counting down until it was your turn. Three, Ned was out first. Two, Mr. Harrington made it to the other side. One, Liz was safely out as she looked back at you and stretched her arm, palm open and awaiting your own.

You quickly skidded across the floor, and just as your skin touched hers, the web broke into two with a splick sound.

And for the next second you were falling to your death, all on your own.

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♡ Haikyuu!!│Boys as your Roommate HC’s Pt.2│Ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma & Kageyama ♡

Since the last one did well I decided to do another 2am shit-post consisting of my bby HQ bois as your roommate so I’m v sorry if it’s messy and seems like rambling but honestly what did u expect. <(￣︶￣)> The more I write these the more I just want to summon satan and make them come to life man I love them sm.

You can find Pt. 1 here

E N J O Y ~ <3

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Kuroo:

So. Damn. Annoying

But in like, the best way possible??

Constantly teases and irritates you while cooking or when it’s your turn to do the chores.

“(Y/N)-kuuun I think you missed a spot”

Proceeds to show swabbed finger with the tiniest speck of dust on it with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster

You have constant competitions who can clean more thoroughly and rip into each other as a result.

I mean there’s worse things to compete over I suppose??

He likes to make it a habit of waking you up by throwing his HUGE ASS BODY ON TO THE BED IF YOU OVERSLEEP.

WHOLE BED JUST CREAKS AND DIPS UNDER HIS WEIGHT.

Wraps his arm around you and gives amazing cuddles tho so its worth it

Borderline suffocating you though just so you get up.

Also, don’t wake Kuroo when he’s had only a few hours rest

just, don’t. If you value your safety.

Last time you tried to haul him out of bed in this state he threw a pillow at you and BITCH WENT TO GRAB THE ALARM CLOCK NEXT but u dashed out the room before he could lob it. 

Speaking of which, pillow fights. 

so many.

 Y’all are always throwing random stuff at each other just to startle one another

You both make a conscious effort NOT to aim for the head though so I guess its ok???

The aroma of coffee always greets you in the morning and it’s become hella comforting since you’ve just come to associate that smell with him.

His bed head is 1000x more extreme in the morning which you tease him relentlessly for and def has bags under his eyes but it looks cute.

sleep deprivation but make it chic.

He is much more of a night owl i’m making it canon idc - however usually has to sleep early due to club activities starting first thing in the morning.

He wakes up especially early because he knows he not only has to haul himself up at an ungodly hour but Kenma as well since he NEVER gets up on time otherwise.

Kenma lives a few blocks down from you guys and you often kick it as a three.

Sometimes he stays over just to save the extra effort of Kuroo going to his place.

It’s always v chill with the three of you as you get on really well and just play mario kart till 2am.

which again, big mistake. They end up nearly being late to practise so it’s kinda counter productive lmao

worth it though.

Kuroo is a salty loser js and will definitely wave his arms in front of you or shove his ass in your face to block the screen so he can overtake you.

Sometimes forces you to go on early morning runs with him but it’s actually really nice since you watch the sunrise together while sitting for a water break in an empty field

Almost poetic if it wasn’t for the constant teasing and bickering like an old married couple.

Kenma is VERY thankful you have become his new victim for those morning run routines.

Bokuto:

SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS EVERY DAY

MY GOD

Actually pretty quiet in the morning?? Like the lil owl is just waking up so he usually just mumbles a good-morning and rubs his eyes its so damn cute

Usually pretty good about getting up on time but some days he needs a kick up the backside to get him out of bed.

He fully made you drag him out of the covers once before he was even willing to entertain the idea of getting up.

those 30 seconds felt like a 30 minute workout since he is so HEAVY.

I feel sorry for the neighbours on that day tbh

“Bokuto-san wake up.” 

“NNNgg-aaagGGHHHHH AGGAAASHIII”

“It’s (Y/N) you dumbass G E T U P”

You aren’t safe for long though because ONCE HE’S AWAKE HOMEBOY IS RARING TO GO.

Frequently makes y’all pancakes for breakfast with a frilly pink ‘best chef’ apron on and it’s fucking hysterical. 

actually has several aprons and one of them has a stock image of abs printed onto the front.

Pancakes is the only thing Bokuto is competent at so don’t expect anything else without the kitchen combusting

His pancakes are SO damn good tho like bitch who taught you to flip like dat.

Does a lil shimmy with his body and throws it back each time he flips so it basically aggregates as a performance too since hes so extra

One time the pancake landed on the floor and he was in emo mode for a whole day LMAOOO

boy was spiking while mourning the fallen soldier.

Akaashi was so confused as to why he walked into practise in such a solemn mood.

had to stifle his laughter once you told him the reason.

For some reason you have this tradition to play board games on a Friday night

Obvs you have to let him win and be a cocky ass bc otherwise he will be sad until the next morning.

sis will be in a slump while brushing his teeth over losing a game of monopoly.

Doesn’t expect you to come to practise with him but is always grinning like a dork the whole way there when you accompany him.

His game is always A1 on those days so Akaashi is eternally grateful.

Often tries to make you go to the gym with him SINCE Y’ALL BEST BELIEVE BOKUTO BABY AIN’T SKIPPIN LEG DAY.

Actually a really good workout partner though, he’s so hype and encouraging.

Grocery shopping is a nightmare, y’all come back with 3x as much as what was on the list while Bokuto just looks really sheepish and guilty like a dog who shredded up the sofa.

Kageyama:

Your conversations are very minimal at first until he adjusts to living with you.

Hella private with his living space and his bedroom

You always suspected he’s got some like weird alien cult meeting from Fiji going on in there with how shady he acts sometimes.

After a while though he’s pretty chill and doesn’t mind TOO much when you invade his personal space or go through his stuff.

I’d still be careful though an angry Kags is not a pleasant one.

He’s a minimalist, so if you ever get decorating done it’s usually you that takes the reigns since as long as it’s got a roof, a stove, a bathroom and a bed he could literally not give a fuck.

Unexpectedly easy to please over the smallest things, make a meal for him after a long day of practise and it’ll be hard for him to contain an appreciative smile.

Do NOT pull him up on it though bc he will get defensive 

just embrace it bro you won’t see it often.

V good at getting up on time and hella quiet in the morning when going about his routine, it’s easy to forget he’s in the house a times so at least he’s considerate.

Honestly doesn’t care whether you come to practise or not it makes no difference to him. Though the closer you both get he will sometimes wait for the moment you walk through the door and mentally slap himself for doing so.

Sometimes plays music in his room but it’s always really quiet and hard to decipher unless you press your ear up against the door.

The boi plays some BOPS though which is really surprising???

Usually takes charge of stuff like grocery shopping, cleaning etc. 

Control freak™️ here to assist your household services. 

He’s pretty dense though with these matters and needs some guidance at times lmao

Will not get the item on your list unless you CLEARLY SPECIFY AND INCLUDE THE WHOLE DAMN TITLE OF THE ITEM

You’re surprised he doesn’t request you illustrate the fucking bar code.

In the end you sometimes end up caving and just either going with him or going in his place.

Once he warms up to you y’all like cracking little jokes at each other and pulling one another’s leg.

if you get up even the slightest bit late he’ll just throw a lil “good afternoon” with a smirk on his face.

Sometimes he will come and chill with you on the couch to binge watch shows and it’s just a really relaxed atmosphere.

has really good taste in movies and series??

Honestly just a hella respectful roommate as long as you respect him and his privacy in return.

You once stuck his knee-pads in the washing machine on a high temp and they came out ready to fit a 6 year old.

You still suspect he holds a grudge to this day.

He also tried to give them to Hinata and never have you seen him more genuinely offended lmao.

Kenma:

The pair of you always end up oversleeping and it’s a genuine problem ur the definition of a disaster duo.

If it wasn’t for Kuroo strolling into your sleeping quarters most mornings you guys would sleep till the suns ready to set again.

Bless up Kuroo.

Constant video game marathons and y’all always compete to top each others time

It’s basically just the speed-run side of YouTube but under one roof.

Cannot and will not cook he is too LAZY for that.

Only thing he will do is stick an apple pie in the oven.

He’s courteous though he leaves you like,,, a 1/8th slice

smh.

You mostly get take-out or you’re the one that ends up cooking.

Veeryyyyy quiet, only noise in the household is the occasional snicker or lil conversation.

he has such a soothing voice hnnnnnnnnnggggg

The only time it’s remotely loud is when you play video games but even then the volume is quite low.

You usually end up crashing in his room from playing games till the crack of dawn and Kuroo frequently scolds the two of you.

you don’t listen though lmao.

For some reason you both end up in a hugging position when you wake up and neither of you have addressed it.

Except for the sus side eye look Kuroo gives the pair of you when he finds you like this.

He knows if he mentions it you’ll both infiltrate his apartment and choke him out with a console cable lololol.

You order most of your groceries online bc Kenma’s social anxiety will skyrocket and not allow him to be in a store full of more than 10 people, poor bby.

It works out for you too since why tf go there when you can have it delivered to your door.

You often binge watch anime together and he has GREAT taste mind you.

You made him watch a romance anime once and he secretly enjoyed it.

Since then he will very awkwardly request to watch them occasionally and you can’t help but smile.

The only time you clean is when you have to, like bins brimming with trash before you decide to take them out.

You accidentally broke his fav controller once and he didn’t talk to you for a week LMAO.

Still handed you one to play split-screen though so you knew he wasn’t entirely resentful.

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Geralt x Injured reader part 1

Part 2

Pairing: Geralt x reader (self insert)

Warnings: swearing, injury, blood, I think that's all?

Summary: Reader is feeling jealous and wanders too far from camp.

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Hey guys! This is like my first fanfiction ever. And I wrote it at like 3am when I couldn't sleep. It's probably trash but if you like it I do have ideas for more! Xoxo enjoy****

Geralt x injured reader part 1

Jealousy was not a pretty color on you. And you swore riot yourself it was no such thing. After all Geralt of Rivia was just a teacher/friend you were travelling with. You had some skill with a sword, he found you trying to take down a kikkemora all by yourself, and failing miserably. After you saw how skilled he was you begged him to take you with him, to train you. He said no of course, so you just kept tagging along without his consent. At some point though he finally decided that if you were gonna come along you might as well be of some use so you made a deal.

Over the months you grew stronger but still had much to learn. After all it takes years for anyone to become a great fighter. And luckily for you, Geralt had many many many years of experience to offer you.

You enjoyed the time you spent togther, the conversation, (although you did most of the talking..) and the training, he was one of the few people in your life you felt comfortable with. Someone you could always count on. And somewhere along your travels the line between student and teacher blurred for you into something else, although you did your best to deny it at first.

You had gone off and caught feelings for the man who had no interest in real committed relationships. You knew you had it bad when you found yourself overflowing with irritation when he spent his nights in the arms of some whore at a dirty brothel.

On those nights you drank until you passed out on roach. Pretty fucking pathetic y/n.

Then came along the witch, Yennefer..

You saw how they looked at eachother, a look you'd wish Geralt would give you even for a fleeting moment.

There were creatures that had been attacking the villagers at night, so the three of you, well four since Jaskier decided to tag along when he spotted us, were tracking these monsters into the forest. You didnt mind Jaskier at all, his songs a welcome distraction from the obvious growing bond between Geralt and Yennefer.

You felt horrible for the animosity you felt towards her. She did nothing wrong and you hated that if not for your jealousy, you probably would have been close friends.

If you were a better women you could get over your silly crush and focus on your training but...

Yeah you had some growing to do. After searching the forest for a few hours, and finding nothing, everyone was tired and decided to set up camp.

Once Geralt tied down roach, he turned to address the group, "Everyone is to stay in camp, these monsters are dangerous, so if you need to take a piss, I suggest you do it behind a tent, unless you wanna risk getting your head shot off" he said rather gruffly.

Jaskier made a sound of discomfort and scooted closer to the fire.

"Dont worry jaskier, I'll protect you" you giggled.

He turned to you in amusement, "Ah yes how does go the training y/n, last I saw you, you could barely lift your sword" he teased.

"I've gotten rather good, mind if I practice on you?" You teased.

"Thanks but I think I better go and get my beauty sleep, good night" he smiled and retreated into his tent.

You went to feed roach some apples when you noticed that Geralt and Yennefer had dissapeared.

Huh? Where did they go? At first you thought they were in trouble since you didnt hear either of them say goodnight but as you got closer to the middle of camp you heard voices coming from Yennefers tent.

You told yourself not to look but you couldn't help it. And the instant you did you felt your heart break. It was one thing to see him in the arms of a whore. You knew they meant nothing to him, but in the arms of someone he cares for? That hurt...

Roughly you turned away from the kissing couple and marched away. Away from camp, away from stupid feelings and dumb petty jealousy.

It was not yennefers fault she was beautiful and powerful and brilliant. And if you were jealous then you should become just as amazing as she is. Maybe then he would notice you...

You were snapped out of your reverie when a rustle in the bushes caught your attention.

Fuck I was not supposed to leave camp...

Thinking quickly, you unsheathed your sword and held it at the ready. Its sharp edge gleaming in the moonlight.

Eyes narrowing at the bush. A moment later you were relived when a rabbit hopped out.

Phew I thought It was--

*SCRAWWWWWWWWCH*

Fuck

You barely missed the creatures slimy claws as it swiped for your head. Jumping to the side you managed to get a good look at the beast. It was rather large and spider looking, with several disgusting sets of beady eyes and a long slithering tough that dripped of something purple. So geralt was right, the creature lurking here was a visser. (Completely made it up on the spot) They're claws are sharp and quick but it's the tongue you have to watch our for. One jab, although not fatal can leave a man in bed for days from pain. 2 jabs in the same place? then your a goner. And the visser is known to be smarter, he distracts with claws and jabs quickly before you can even blink.

You knew you should probably yell for your companions. There was a chance they could hear you. But that very second you thought of yennefer and how she would be able to take on a monster like this.

That made up your mind...this monster was going to be your kill... youd finish this off and prove that you had gotten stronger if it's the last thing you do.

Although that would kind of defeat the purpose...

"Urgh" you landed roughly on the ground, one of its claws managed to swipe at you.

"Ok no more misses nice gal" regainging your stance, the glint of the moon shone on your opponent. With a visser you had a few options. Option 1, go for the head which kills instantly but the risk of a jab is highest.

Option 2 is cut off all the legs quickly then send your sword through the head. But if it dodges... you're dead meat.

Option 3, try to get under the beast where its tongue cant reach you and strike upwards. With your small stature option 3 sounded the smartest. You just had to move fast enough where it wouldnt be able to see you for a split second.

Alright y/n dont let your training go to waste! This is your chance to prove yourself.

Running faster than you've ever ran before, you circled around the visser waiting for when the creature was even a second slow and could not see you. The right moment was.....

Now! You sprinted forward and slid under its legs.

"Scrawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachh" the monster howled in pain as you slammed your sword directly up getting covered in visser guts in the process.

"Blegh how disgusting.." you swiped the guts off your face and stood in front of the slain beast.

For once in a long time you felt proud of yourself. You slayed a monster all by yourself, even Geralt said you hadn't been ready yet and often told you to stay back during fights. But he would have to eat up his words now hehe. You could just imagine everyone's faces when you would tell them.

You were too wrapped up in your glory to notice a second visser sneaking up behind you.

By the time you heard its screech, it was too late. Its slimy black tongue had struck your stomach leaving a sizzling pain behind it.

"FUCK" unsheathing your sword again, you tried to maneuver far enough out of its reach to thing of a plan. There was no way you could pull on option 3 again with the way your core burned. One more jab and it would be over. Damn it! why couldn't you just have your victory and be done with it!

One hand clutched at your injury while the other was positioned weakly in front of you. Your eyes blurred slights but you refused to let this shit swamp be your final resting place.

The burning subsided to an ache and you used that opportunity to make a mad dash into the thicket. You needed to think of a plan and quick, it would not take long for the visser to catch up with you, especially now that you had that stupid injury.

"Srawwwwwwwwwch" it sounded like it was right behind you. Fuck fuck fuck.

And then because mother nature decided to be a BITCH, you tripped on a large tree root and tumbled forward.

"Scraeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech" you flipped over quickly and shut your eyes as the visser was basically on top of you. 3 more seconds and you would be dead.

3, how pathetic y/n, after all these promises you made to yourself about becoming someone worth being proud of you fuck up the one chance you had.

2, maybe it's better this way, would anyone even miss you? Jaskier would, maybe he would even write a song about you..

1, I'm sorry I was an idiot...Geralt I'll watch over you...

"SWOOOOOOOOSH" the unmistakable sweet sound of metal slicing through flesh made your eyes shoot wide open.

"Geralt!" He stood out of breath hovering over the now beheaded visser. His sharp golden eyes moved from the beast, to you.

Without a word he reached over and pulled you up without a hint of gentleness. You hid your wince at the sudden movement. Not wanting to let anyone know that the visser had gotten the better of you.

"What happened" he bit out slowly. Fuck he was angry. "Why did you leave camp y/n when I explicitly told you not to" his feline eyes bore into yours and suddenly you felt too intimated and looked away.

Ah yes what excuse will I come up with now. Sorry Geralt I had to leave because I felt immense pressure and heartache seeing you and Yennefer over there locking lips and most passionately I might add.

When he noticed my hesitation he let out a growl, "Hmm, don't lie to me"

Fuuuuuuuuuck...

"I-I didnt mean to, really... I couldn't sleep so I was walking close to camp and I didnt even realize I had wandered so far until the other visser attacked." You looked him in the eyes knowing it would better your chances of him believing it.

He stared at you a few more seconds before letting out a sigh.

" You killed it" he said bluntly, and softer than before.

"I did.." you couldn't help the small smile that formed on your face. He sighed again, this time he had a small smirk on his face, "Well I guess you have learnt some things after all" he patted your shoulder but pulled away when Yennefer and Jaskier appeared.

"Y/n thank god your alive, are you alright?!" Jaskier grabbed your shoulders and scanned you for injuries. Luckily your stomach was covered by your armor, visser Jabs were known for hurting like hell at first, seeming to get better shortly after, then coming back tenfold. Right now you were at stage two, the calm before the storm..

Yennefer made a comment about how impressive you were to slay the visser and you hated yourself for still feeling ill towards her. She was a great person and you could not blame Geralt for liking her. It was just an unfortunate situation.

The walk back was quiet and the second you were in your tent again you dared to take a look at the wound. Gingerly you unbuckled your armor and lifted up your shirt.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It just looked like a large bruise. Nothing you couldn't pass off as a "I fell off roach" kinda injury.

As positive as you tried to be, you knew the worst was yet to come. But by god you were not about to let your victory be ruined by your companions knowing of this. Especially since Yennefer and Geralt could've slain the beast without a scratch.

Somehow you were lucky and slept the rest of the night in peace. It was early when jaskier came to wake you. Although you slept plenty, you felt just as exausted as you did after your late night encounter.

Before putting on your armor, you dared to look at the wound again. You regretted it the moment you did.

Fuck me... the bruise was much darker than before and covered a larger area. As for the pain, it felt only slightly more sore which was good for now. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to find out about it.

Quickly you threw togther the rest of your things and met the others. According to the village leader there was one more visser out there so we continued our search deeper into the forest. It was around noon when the pain intensified. It started as a constant dull ache but gradually became a burning sensation. It was becoming harder to hide it.

You made up some excuse to the group and sat on top of roach. You were sure if you had to walk anymore you would have fallen over. Luckily for awhile jaskier was more preoccupied with his latest ballad and geralt and yen were wrapped up in some serious conversation. You didnt realize how far you were lagging behind until jaskier turned to you.

"Y/n?" He walked over to you and pulled on roaches reigns making him go a little faster.

"Hm" was all you could manage.

"Are you alright? You're sweating so much"

Confused you ran a hand over your head. He was right, you were and didnt even feel it.

"Yo- sic- rest-" what? Why was Jaskier talking gibberish...and why is he so blurry?

You didnt even feel yourself pitching to the side, just the woosh of air through your ears.

"Y/N!? Y/N what's wrong?!?!" Jaskier barely managed to catch your half conscious form. "GERALT!" The witcher swung around sword at the ready but widened his eyes in shock at what he saw.

Y/n was on the floor, breathing heavily and being propped up by Jaskier.

Geralt and Yennefer quickly ran over. The witchers eyes narrowed in concern when he saw the state of her. She was sweating profusely and looked to be struggling with something. Yennefer raised a hand to her forehead but shook her head. "Its not a fever".

Geralt held her up, lightly smacking her face, he grew even more worried when she didnt react.

"Jaskier what happened"

"I don't know, I noticed she was falling behind so I went to check on her, then I noticed she looked sick, I was telling her we should stop and rest but then she just collapsed. She seemed really out of it too.

At that moment a grunt of pain escaped y/n's lips, and her eyes slowly opened.

You were confused as to why when you opened your eyes, gerald's golden ones were staring at yours with intense concern.

"Y/n can you hear me??" he questioned furrowing his brows.

"I-I ahhhgh" you screwed your eyes shut as the pain intensified. It felt like someone had set your stomach on fire.

This only confused geralt more, "you're hurt" he said as more of a statement.

"Where is the pain y/n," the gentle voice of yennefer surrounded you. Ugh why couldn't she just be a bitch, it would make things so much easier.

You tried speaking but a moan left your lips instead. Fuck this hurt worse than anything you had encountered before.

Geralt closed his eyes as if he had a sudden realization, "you got hit by the visser didnt you"

When you didnt speak but he saw the look in your eyes he knew it was true. "Fuck".

Quickly he began removing your armor and saw the injury peeking from under your shirt. He wasted no time lifting it up just until below your chest. You heard small gasps but were too out of it to know from who.

"Fuck y/n, why didn't you say anything??" Geralt scolded as he examined the wound.

Luckily you didnt have to answer, just focus on breathing heavily.

"Will she be alright?!" The frantic voice of jaskier floated through your ears.

"It would have been better if she told us from the beginning, with a visser attack you need to stay still as much as you can. However by the looks of it she only got hit once, which means she still has a chance."

"What can we do?" Was it yennefer or jaskier who said that?

Geralt pulled a sack from roach and rummaged through it till he pulled out a yellowish filled bottle.

Lifting y/n with one arm he pulled the cork with his teeth and gently placed it between her lips. "Drink y/n" without a second thought you downed the strange liquid coughing as it burned your throat like liquor.

"What is that?" Jaskier asked curiously.

" it's for the pain, it'll make her feel like shes dreaming." Geralt threw her armor onto roach and lifted her up carefully into his arms. "Let's go" he ordered and the troup was once again on their way. Geralt gave one look at the now sleeping y/n and sighed. What was she thinking?

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When you opened your eyes the first thing you did was let out a girlish laugh.

Geralt was surprised for a moment since you had been silently resting in his arms for a long time. "Y/n?"

"Geralt! You've dyed your hair pink! How adorable!" You reached up and pulled at the cotton soft locks.

The witcher sighed, knowing this was the effect of the medicine. Jaskier and yennefer let out a small laugh at the scene of the two.

"Go back to sleep y/n, you need rest" he commanded softly.

"GERALT!" you suddenly exclaimed! "Oh no you cant be the white wolf anymore! Oh no oh no oh no WAIT I GOT IT! YOU CAN BE THE PINK PONY! QUICK JASKIER WRITE THIS DOWN!!"

"Ah yes the witcher, pink pony of the north, has a nice ring to it" jaskier couldn't contain his laughter.

Geralt decide it best to ignore her and keep walking forward.

"Geralt?" He chose to ignore her again. "Geralt....?"

"Gerrrrrallllllt?"

"GERALT!"

"Geralt geralt geralt geralt geralt geralt"

"What?!" He bit out annoyed.

"Do you think I'm pretty? hehe" he was caught off guard and was not sure how to answer. It didnt help the other two were just giggling behind him.

"I um....yeah" he said awkwardly.

"So I dont look like a troll?" You asked earnestly.

"Pfft what?" Now geralt was the one who couldn't control his laughter.

"Don't laugh!" You suddenly pouted. "A long time ago one of my lovers said I looked like a troll when he broke up with me.."

Still amused geralt shifted you to meet his eyes, "No y/n, you do not look like a troll"

"Phew thank god, I dont know what I would have done..." you laid a hand against your head dramatically.

"Now will you please stop squirming and go back to sleep" geralt sighed out.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm......alright I've decided to go to sleep since I need sleep and it's what I have decided" you saluted the air.

"Finally.." he grumbled.

With a smile you reached both arms around his neck and brought your soft lips to his unshaven cheek.

"Goodnight pinky, sweet creams" he was shocked for a moment then let out an exasperated laugh.

"Goodnight y/n...sweet creams"

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To be continued in part 2!

[myfalsedevotion]

Tag Games

Okay, so I haven't really been responding to any tag games since two months ago and I know I'm the worst but I'm going to do them all now in a row in here, and if you guys have tagged me, know that I saw it and appreciated it I just didn't have the mental capacity at the time and now I find myself with way too many tag games I didn't even respond to and feeling extremely guilty... I'm sorry :S

Everything below the keep reading so I don't clog anyone's dash!

First one, tumblr informs me it's from 64 days ago (I'm really really sorry), thank you @mychemicalobsession514 so much for the tag!

Mine would be AU with an attempt at humour hahhahaha I think it fits 😅

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Thank you for the tag @ireallydontknowhowtolife, so sorry for the delay :S

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without // fruits or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields// sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweater // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops// glass or stone // dark or light // photos or painting // circuses or theaters // reading or writing // dogs or cats// poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

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Thanks for this tag, @ncstas!

three ships: DavidxPatrick from Schitt's Creek, FitzSimmons, SamBucky (no one said canon, right? hahahha)

last song: American Pie by Don McLean

last movie: Black Widow

currently watching: I am kind of in a moment in between fixations 🤔 but I am watching Loki as it airs.

currently reading: catching up on all the fics I couldn't read while I was studying these last months

currently craving: motivation to write :C

and for this one!

fav color(s): forest green!

currently reading: catching up on all the fics I couldn't read while I was studying these last months

last song: American Pie - Don McLean

last movie: Black Widow

last series: Loki?

sweet, sour or savoury: currently, savoury. Ask me in an hour, it'll have changed hahhaah

currently craving: just a crumb of motivation, I'm not asking for much

coffee or tea: BOTH, it depends on the occasion. During summer I need to chug coffee first because I usuallly wake up with a BP of 85/50 or something, and I need to up that shit quickly hahah

currently working on: Ch12&13 of Rare and I am more than noticing how rusty I am... it's been too long

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I was tagged by the amazing @glitterandsummerdaze on this tag game, I'm so sorry for the delay!

open your spotify “on repeat” and the first five songs are the soundtrack to your personal rom-com

Renegade (feat. Taylor Swift) - Big Red Machine, Taylor Swift

Starting Line - Luke Hemmings

That Funny Feeling - Bo Burnham

gold rush - Taylor Swift

You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

That is... I can see that as a romcom soundtrack 😂

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Okay next up, Maya @calumsash , I am so so sorry I haven't even acknowledge your tags... I have like 3 of yours piled up, I'm so sorry :S

How similar is my taste in music to yours:

For this tag, (reblog with the meaning/origin of my url and my favorite color) my url is pretty easy to explain hahahha I stole it from an All Time Low song 🤭 "i'm sick and tired of false devotion" and well, idk, I just liked it hahahahah I was setting up a new tumblr just for fics and here we are (I even fell back down the spn rabbit hole when I was only ever meant to post about bands XDDD). For the longest time I couldn't decide between blue and purple for my favourite colour and then I chose neither: it's green. Forest green hahahahah

For today's tag (I can't believe I'm actually answering to a tag game on the day I've been tagged O.o), which is this one, here are my answers:

1. Favourite song at the moment

I don't know if I'd call it favourite but, I haven't been able to stop singing American Pie since thursday night thanks to Black Widow 😅😅 It doesn't help that I've known all the lyrics to it since I was little thanks to my dad because I'm basically singing over and over a song that's 8 and a half minutes long hahahahah

2. A song you associate with your favourite ship

Is it too self-serving and lazy of me if I copy your answer and say Paper Rings Maya?😅 hahahaha No, for real, that song (even though parts of it don't align with cashton on athob) is forever tied to them for me 💙

3. A song that could be about you

This is me trying there are just more than a couple of lines that hit too close to home

4. A song you think is underrated

Outside of ATL or 5sos or Taylor I never go much into music fandoms so... I don't know how to answer. Any song I could say is underrated could very well be a fan favorite and I just don't know... 😅

5. A song that reminds you of a good memory

Sonrisa Especial by El Sueño de Morfeo reminds me of a period of my childhood were I wasn't sad all the time (which was rare in my childhood tbh), it's an obnoxiously happy and uplifting song that I can't relate to most days but when I do, it's quite special hahahha

6. The last song you listened to

... American Pie 😅😅😅

7. A song that makes you laugh

I Hate by Passenger, it never fails to make me laugh hahahah

8. A song you want your mutuals to listen to

ufff, anything by Kina Grannis I can't pick just one song, I can't

Thank you so so much for the tags Maya 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙💙

[ilovefandoms102]

Part 15

Summary: The Pogues are on a mission to get the price on the gold. JJ’s anger issues have become more present recently, will this put a strain on your relationsip?

Taglist:

@ma10427 @lasnaro @certainstatesmantoadartisan @iamaunicorn4704 @fernweh-fangirl @justcallmesams @sspidermanss @tangledinsparkles @jellyfishbeansontoast @hurricane-abigail @outerbongs @gviosca @eb15

Part 14 Part 16 

Note: As always, hope you guys enjoy! Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

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The Pogues and Sarah Cameron were currently sitting at the bar in The Wreck since both Kie and I had to work this morning. We were deciding about how we were going to find out how much the bar of gold was worth. 

“We could at least take it to one of the pawn shops here” Pope said. 

“I think we should find somewhere no one will ask questions” I said while wiping down the counter. 

“Doubt we will find that anywhere around here bub” John B said.

“I could always ask my dad where to go pawning” Sarah said.

“Hell no, we don’t need your Kook family looking into what we’re doing” JJ said, leaning back on the stool.

A group of guys came walking in The Wreck, obviously tourons since none of us recognized them. One looked over where Kie and I were, looked us up and down and turned to his friends, pointing at us and Sarah. I looked over at the guys and saw them glaring holes into their heads. 

“You better not wait on them,” JJ growled, turning back to glare at me.

“I have to, that’s my section” I said looking for my note pad.

“Babe” JJ said, going to grab my arm.

“JJ stop it, I’m at work. You think this is the first time tourons have flirted with me or Kie?” I snapped. JJ huffed, pulling his hat so it was backwards and flopping back into his stool again. 

I walked over to their table, smiling since I had to.

“Hi guys, welcome to the Wreck. What can I get you all started to drink?” I asked, my fake customer service voice on point. 

“I’d like to take a sip of you” one of them said, staring me up and down. I laughed uncomfortably.

“Sorry, I have a boyfriend. Anyways, drinks?” I asked again.

I took their drinks and food orders, turning back to take the ticket to the kitchen. Another guy whistling as I walked away. My brother turning around to say something, but Sarah yanked him back around. JJ’s fists balling up on the counter, his face getting redder by the minute.

“Honey, it’s ok. Calm down J.” I reached over, covering one of his fists. JJ had been on edge all day, his temper flaring at the smallest inconvenience.

“Please guys, do not make a scene” Kie said, taking my ticket to the kitchen.

I served a few other guests while waiting on the tourons order. I walked back over to ask if anyone needed refills. 

“Are you sure you have a boyfriend?” they asked.

“I’m pretty sure, he’s the blonde guy over there” I pointed towards JJ who was watching me like a hawk. A look of pure anger on his face. 

“I think you should reconsider hot stuff.” one of them said. I faked laughed again, feeling so uncomfortable but putting on a brave face in order to keep both JJ and John B at bay.   

I took them their food, having to lean over some of them to place their plates in front of them. That’s when things went south.....one of the guys thought it would be a lovely idea to not only look down my shirt, but also try to cop a feel. Then another guys hand trailed up my thigh to my ass. 

“Can you like not dude” I said, shoving their hands away.

“I’d like to know why you think it’s ok for you to put your nasty ass hands on my girlfriend” JJ said, putting his hands on their table.

“JJ stop, I’m handling it” I said, tugging at his shirt.

“Yeah pretty boy, why don’t you go back to your seat so we can enjoy the view.” one said putting their hands behind their head. 

JJ was gripping the table so tight his knuckles were starting to turn white. I continued to tug on his shirt to try and get him away, but he wasn’t budging. I looked to my friends for help.

“JJ, let’s go these guys ain’t worth it” John B said, patting JJ’s shoulder. 

As they were walking away one of them said something that triggered both my brother and JJ. 

“You best bet I’m baggin’ that piece of ass before we leave” they said. 

JJ turned around so fast I didn’t have time to grab a hold of him and picked the guy up and drug him outside. His friends and mine following. Kie and I had to stay inside, so we went out to the deck where no one was seated.

“JJ!” I yelled.

There was a lot of pushing around, Pope obviously trying to diffuse the situation. The guy that made the disgusting comment about me was chest to chest with JJ, both of them pointing in each others faces. Kie grabbed my hand, I in turn grabbed her arm, both of us knowing what was about to go down and all we could do was watch. 

“You have zero respect man!” JJ yelled. 

“What part of ‘I’m taken’ do you not get?” my brother asked, focusing on the one that grabbed my ass. 

“She’s hot dude, did you really think we believed that she was taken by you?” one said. 

“You know nothing about me or any of us” JJ spat.

“I couldn’t give a shit less, but I know I’m going to show that bitch a damn good time since she’s probably fakin’ it with you blondie” the guy in front of JJ said, his friends laughing with him.

“You’re a literal piece of shit” Sarah butted in.

“Wouldn’t mind you joinin’ in hot stuff” the guy by John B said.

“Oh shit” Kie and I said.

My brother’s head snapped up, furry clear in his face as he smashed his fist into the guy’s nose. Fists were flying everywhere, I couldn’t keep up with who was hitting who. I know one thing is that I was beyond furious with them, especially JJ. I mean, yeah what they did was way out of line. But, this was my job, I was hit on by creeps all the time I can handle myself. I stormed back inside, not caring to watch anymore of the fight. 

A few hours later, John B, Pope, Sarah, and JJ came back in. They didn’t look too rough, just a couple scratches. By the looks of how angry they were, I’m sure the tourons look worse. They sat back at their seats, eating the rest of what Kie and I made them. It was almost closing time, so Kie and I started shutting everything down. I hadn’t said a word to JJ, anytime he tried to reach for me or talk to me I walked away.

“Dang, you really messed up this time dude.” Pope said.

“Fuck me,” JJ sighed, laying his head down on the counter. 

We drove home in silence, I was still boiling with anger both my brother and JJ making the wise decision not to speak to me. I dropped everyone off, John B choosing to stay with Sarah for the night to which I just nodded. So it was now just JJ and I in the van. 

“Sweets” he started.

“Don’t JJ, please, just don’t talk to me. I’m so angry with you right now I could literally beat your ass.” I spat out, not turning to look at him and focusing on the road.

“I know I messed up, I was just trying to protect you and-” he said.

“Protect me JJ?! Really?! You went full out psycho on the guys!” I shouted.

“They fucking groped you! You really expected me to sit there and let them do that to you babe?!” he yelled.

“If you hadn’t gone full caveman, you would have seen I was about to handle the situation!” I said. “You really think shit like that hasn’t happened before?” I asked.

“Well I’m sorry I lost my cool ok?!” he shouted at me, banging his hands on the dash.

“JJ that was more than losing your cool! If Mr.C had been there, I’d be lucky if I still had a job! JJ this wasn’t just us being somewhere random. This was at my JOB, our main source of income.” I said.

“I know, I know babe. I’m sorry.” he huffed at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re so fucking dumb sometimes...” I sighed, leaning my head on my hand. We pulled into the chateau, I parked and turned the van off.

“I’m dumb for you sweets” he said, now smirking. I rolled my eyes, getting out and heading to my room. My brother calling me as I was about to fall asleep.

“What’s up?” I asked, worried something was wrong.

“I just wanted to say sorry bubba, what we did wasn’t cool. Especially at your place of work.” John B said,

“It’s ok Birdie, I know you guys were just trying to protect me” I mumbled. 

“Alright well, that’s all I wanted. I’ll see you tomorrow to go to that pawn shop. I love you bubs.” he said.

“Love you more JB” I smiled.

I plugged my phone back in before tossing back over, facing away from JJ.

“Come on babe, I said I was sorry” he said, trying to pull on my shoulder. 

I shrugged him off, scooting further away. JJ moved up to try and spoon me, to which I pushed him away.

“Get off J” I said, annoyed with what I would usually love from him.

“Fuck, fine” he sighed, turning away from me.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, not finding a comfortable position since I’m always cuddling with JJ. I couldn’t let myself give in, he needed to know what he did was not ok with me. I lasted a little longer before finally giving in, I wanted to sleep and couldn’t do that without JJ.

“Babe?” I asked.

“Yeah” he muttered sleepily. 

“Don’t suppose you’d still be up for cuddling?” I asked hesitantly.

He flipped over to face me, his blue eyes cracking open.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asked.

“Not so much anymore...just promise me to never lose it like that at my work. Any other time is ok, well it’s not ok but it’s better than being at work” I rambled.

“I promise” JJ said. 

We scooted closer together, putting our arms around each other. 

“You still love me?” JJ asked, bumping his nose with mine. 

“Oh my JJ” I laughed.

“Babe, seriously I need to know” he whined.

“You think that I’m not going to love you anymore because you got into a fight defending my honor baby?” I asked, still laughing. I leaned in to kiss his nose to which he returned.  “I love you so much honey bear, nothing would make me not love you.” I said staring into his eyes.

“And I love you sweets” he said smiling at me. 

We fell into a peaceful slumber, holding tight to each other.

Next Morning:

“FUCK” JJ screamed.

I jumped awake, my heart racing. I jumped out of bed and ran to where I heard JJ. He was slamming around pots and pans, smoke everywhere.

“What happened? Are you ok?” I asked.

“No, I fucking burned myself on this damn stove” he huffed.

“What are you doing?” I asked, walking closer to inspect.

“I was trying to be a good boyfriend and make you breakfast, but everything has gone to shit.” He said, throwing the spatula he was using down. He raked his hands through his messy blonde hair and leaned on the counter. 

“Aww J, you’re so sweet baby” I said, coming up behind him and hugging him from behind. 

“I fucking ruined it, just like I ruin everything in my life” he muttered. I squeezed him tighter to me. 

“Hey, don’t talk like that. Everyone has bad cooking days honey. Do you not remember just last week I almost set the place on fire?” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, but I just wanted to do something special for you” he said, rubbing his hands over his face. I made him turn around to face me, his arms going around my waist.

“It’s ok, how about we cook together? Quality couple time.” I suggested, getting up on my toes to kiss him. I pulled away, finally getting a small smile from him.

“You always know how to make me feel better baby” he said, hugging me before letting me go so we could set up.

The Pogues and Sarah all piled in just as we were finishing, my assumption being that JJ texted that we were having a family breakfast. 

“It smells so good in here bubba” John B said, coming to look over my shoulder, stealing a piece of bacon.

“Bub, stop!” I yelled, smacking his hand with the fork I was using to fry the bacon.

“Ow!” he shouted, smacking my arm.

“Alright you two settle down” Kie said.

We all sat and ate the amazing breakfast JJ and I made, discussing today’s plans. 

“Ok, so JJ is our negotiator and we all need to nonchalantly pretend we know nothing.” John B said.

“Whatever, as long as we get no cops called on us” I said, leaning back in my chair.

Kie and Sarah offered to clean up while JJ and I got ready since everyone else was all ready to go. We quickly got ready and headed to the pawn shop. John B drove while Kie, JJ, and I smoked a blunt in the back. Pope was not amused and complained how bad it smelt the whole way there. 

We finally arrived at the pawn shop, each of us going in one at a time. John B staying closer to JJ to confirm the amount of what they offered was good.

“I know for a fact that this is worth at least $140k” JJ said.

“70 and I ask no questions.″ the woman offered. JJ looked at my brother, both of them nodding.

“90, or I walk” JJ stated firmly.

“Well I don’t have that kind of money here, you’ll have to go to the warehouse, you down with that?” the woman asked. JJ smirked in return.

“So where is this warehouse?” JJ asked.

We got an address, piled back in the van, and made our way to this warehouse. We were all so excited that this was actually happening, we were going to be filthy rich. We talked about what we were going to do with our cuts of the gold when we heard a siren.

“What the hell?” JB said.

We turned around and saw a dark blue vehicle with a siren coming through the dashboard of the car. All of us confused since we weren’t speeding, and I had everything up to date. 

“JJ, the weed!” I said. We quickly stashed it under the seat.

“Did you bring the gun?” my brother asked.

“No, everyone kept saying to leave it” JJ said.

“Put your hands where I can fucking see them” a man shouted.

I looked and saw a man with a shotgun pointed in John B’s face. He had a ski mask on to cover his face, so I couldn’t tell if it was someone we knew. John B slowly got out of the car, his hands still raised.

“Let them out, don’t move your fucking hands bro” the man said shaking his gun at us.

John B opened the back door to let us out. Me being the first one out, I was so fucking scared I started shaking.

“Come on pretty girl” he said.”Now lay down in the ditch, put your heads on the ground” he shoved us down pointing the gun at each of us.

“Dude we’re broke you won’t find anything in there”  JJ said.

“Boy you better shut up or I’ll blow your brains out” the man spat.

I wanted to grab on to JJ, but I was too afraid to move. A thought hit me then.

“That bitch set us up” I mumbled.

“Damn it!” JJ yeled, punching at the ground. His breathing becoming erratic and his face full of furry.

While the guy was searching the van I looked over at his vehicle, I knew he was after the gold. If I could get in the back and he got back in, I could provide a distraction so they could get the gold back and we make a run for it. I scooted closer to the end of the van, keeping an eye out to see if the guy noticed.

“What the hell are you doing?!” JJ whisper yelled. I held up my finger, telling him to be quiet.

“Bubba no” John B said.

I snuck over to his car and climbed into the back,I took the keys out of the ignition, and leaned back in the seat.

“Stay just like that if you don’t want your fucking heads blown off! Alright?!” the man shouted. I threw myself down into the back seat so he couldn’t see me.

The man walked back to the car, he got in going to turn the key. I jumped up and punched him in the face, grabbing for the gun. We tugged it back and forth before I got a hold of it, darting out of the car. The man followed, he lunged for me before JJ came and threw a punch. The guy hit him back before Pope hit him, the guy shoved him off. Kie, surprisingly tried to throw a punch, but the guy threw her to the ground. I cocked the gun and fired off a round, everyone freezing.

“I think it’s your turn to get on the ground bitch” I said, point the gun at the man who attacked us.

JJ walked over and pushed him down, yanking his mask off.

“I know this piece of shit, sells coke to my dad” JJ said.

“Barry” I mumbled, everyone on the island knew him. He was the local baseman.

“More than likely knows Rafe” Sarah said.

I walked closer to him, JJ getting the mans wallet and inspecting it.

“I’ll remember this you little bitch!” Barry yelled, I took the butt of the gun and slammed it into his face.

“Woah chill” Kie said.

I threw the gun in the back of the van, turning back to look at my friends. JJ stalking towards the drivers seat, I followed into the passenger seat. He took off, driving in the opposite direction of the chateau.

“Where are we going babe?” I asked.

“Got one more stop to make sweets” he said, determination in his eyes. 

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[thebrotherssalvatore321]

Keeping Secrets Ch. 2

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: DamonxOc for now. TylerxOc for a hot minute. ElijahxOc for an even hotter minute then KlausxOc endgame. Warnings: None for now.

After a mundane day at school Katie went to work at the bar. "You and Stefan talked, all night?" She heard Caroline asking Elena as she walked up to their table outside with their order and set it on the table before she joined them. "There was no sloppy first kiss or touchy feely of any kind?"

"Nope. We didn't go there." Elena answered as she folded a flier for the comet party that was happening in the town square tonight.

"Wait, what did I miss?" Katie asked, confused.

"Stefan came by Elena's last night to make sure she's okay." Bonnie answered. "Apparently they didn't do anything."

"What, why not? He's hot." Katie asked in disbelief.

"I don't know." Elena laughed dismissively.

"Elena, come on we're your friends. You're supposed to share the smut." Caroline argued.

"We just talked for hours." Elena argued not looking at her friends.

Katie and Bonnie shared a smile at Caroline's prying. "Okay what is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already. Okay it's easy." Katie picked up a flyer and folded it as she listened to Caroline. "Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, sex."

"Profound." Elena commented, still not looking at Caroline, but she stopped mid fold and looked to be in thought for a second before she tossed the piece of paper on the table and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Katie asked, noticing Elena’s sudden change of action.

"Caroline's right. It is easy. And if I sit here long enough I’ll end up talking myself out of it instead of doing what I started the day saying I was going to do." She grabbed her bag and walked off.

"Well that's a change." Katie said as she grabbed her pen and order pad and stood up. "It's good to see her half way happy again, but I need to get back to work before they fire my sorry ass." Her two friends just smiled and shook their heads as she headed back inside.

Later, while her friends and everyone else gathered outside to watch the comet Katie stood behind the bar at the grill. She had just given a customer their nachos when the super hot guy that caught Caroline’s eye the other night sat down and ordered a drink. "Here you go." Katie said, trying to sound chipper and not the least bit nervous as she placed a napkin down on the bar in front of him and set the glass of bourbon on it.

"You're one of Elena's friends, right?" He asked as he slid the glass closer then picked it up and took a drink.

"Uh, yeah." She answered surprised that he had even noticed her. "How do you know Elena?" She drew out the question then realized how rude she had sounded and added, "If you don't mind me asking."

"Not at all." He told her with a smile that made his blue eyes brighter then took another sip of his drink. "She came by my uncle's house earlier today to see my brother."

"Oh, okay. Stefan mentioned that he lived with his uncle, but he never mentioned a brother." She said as she leaned a hip against the bar and crossed her arms over her chest.

"We don't really get along. It's complicated." He answered. "I'm Damon." He reached his hand across the bar.

Katie took it without a second thought. "Katie." She shook it once then let go.

He was taking another sip when Vicki walked out of the bathroom and looked at him with a slack jaw and a confused face. "I know you."

Damon looked at her. "Well that's unfortunate."

Vicki walked around the bar, a little closer as she blinked in confusion. "I...I don't know how, but...your face..." Katie looked back and forth between the two of them, curiously. "I'm sorry, excuse me."

Damon looked back at Katie with wide eyes. "Well that was weird."

"She's probably just high again." Katie popped off before her boss called her name. "Duty calls." She sighed and patted the bar as she pushed her hip off of it. "It was nice meeting you, Damon."

Before she could move her hand from the bar Damon grabbed it and brought it to his lips. "Nice to meet you too, Katie." He gave her a small smile, kissed the back of her hand then let it go.

She felt herself blushing as she headed to the back where she knew her boss would be. "Look," he started as soon as he saw her, "You were here all day almost every day during the summer and now you are here every day from the time you get out of school to closing. I can't keep paying you overtime and Vicki needs to start pulling her weight. So go have some fun for once. Vicki's going to cover your shift."

"Fine." She sighed and started undoing the strings of her apron as she headed to the hook then hung it up. When she walked out of the back she hoped to see Damon still sitting at the bar, but he was nowhere to be seen. So she headed to the table where Elena, Caroline, Jeremy, Matt and Tyler sat arguing about something.

"How about all of you shut up and help me find my sister." Matte said. He turned to Katie as everyone split up. "Have you seen her?"

"Not since about ten minutes ago." She told him with a shake of her head. "I’ll help you look outside." She followed him out to the square then went separate ways.

She was doing a glance over of the square when she thought she heard a faint scream and looked up to see two people standing at the edge of the roof of a building, their backs illuminated by the streetlights. "What the hell?" She whispered as she took off toward the building. After running around the perimeter of the building she finally found a ladder that led to the roof and started climbing.

"You know what? Let her go. Let her tell everyone that vampires have returned to Mystic Falls." She heard Stefan's voice and followed it quietly. "Let them chain me up and let them drive a stake through my heart. At least then I'd be rid of you."

She eased her head around the big metal air conditioning unit that she was hiding behind to see Stefan and Damon arguing while Vicki cried on the gravel roof top. "Huh. Wow." Damon said with a look at his brother then moved down to Vicki and gently pulled her to him by her arm. "Come here, sweetheart. It's okay." He leaned down and whispered something in her ear and she stopped crying.

He stepped back and motioned to her then to Stefan before she looked around her and asked, "What happened? Where am I?"

"You okay?" Stefan asked and Vicki looked up at him.

"I took some pills man. I'm good." Vicki laughed.

Seeing that she was okay, Katie came out of hiding and ran over to the girl. "Vicki, hey, everyone's been looking for you." She placed her hand on Vicki's arm just for her to pull away. It was no surprise, the two weren't exactly friends. "Come on, let's go take care of those stitches." She gave Vicki a jerk of her head as she glared at the two guys on the roof who just looked back at her. Damon gave her a smirk when her eyes landed on him and she found herself no longer fooled by how cute he was because if she had heard them right they were talking about how they were vampires. They were crazy.

After delivering Vicki to Matt with Stefan strangely by her side, telling them some story about how he found her wandering around on the roof, Katie told everyone goodnight and went home. "Where the hell have you been?" Her grandpa asked as soon as she walked into the front door that led straight into the living room. His slurred words told her that he was drunk and the best thing to do was answer with one word and make a mad dash up the stairs.

"Work." With her head down she started for the stairs.

"Bullshit!" He yelled and chased after her, but she was already halfway up the stairs that he could never conquer when he was this drunk. So he thankfully gave up and Katie disappeared into her room.

She tossed her bag to the floor near her desk with a sigh then moved to the stereo on her headboard that doubled as a bookshelf and turned it up, blaring the local rock station. Her uncle yelled at her to turn it down, but times like these were the only times that she could blare the music because her grandpa was too drunk to do anything about it.

Needing to relax she took her long, auburn hair out of the tight ponytail that was giving her a headache and sat down at her desk as she shook out her thick waves, sighing at the relief. Thinking about what she had heard Stefan and Damon talking about she woke up her computer and pulled up the web browser. She typed in Mystic Falls and vampires. Nothing came up. She started thinking about Vicki, and trying to figure out why it was her up there with them. Why the girl that had been attacked by an animal at a party that Stefan was at, was on the roof with him and his mysterious brother. So she back spaced over vampires and typed in animal attack instead. A story about Vicki popped up along with a story about two people who were attacked by an animal while camping and a couple who disappeared on their way through. Not finding anything else she brushed it off as her mind running away from her.

After shutting off the computer she pulled out her journal and began writing. "Well, I've had an interesting night. It started when I served Damon, Stefan's older brother and the smoking hot guy that Caroline was eyeing, at the bar last night. This is going to sound pathetic especially considering what I'm going to tell you later in this entry, but I like him and it's not because he's really freaking hot, but because he actually noticed me. Like I said, pathetic. I served him his drink and he struck up a conversation with me. That never happens to me. That was the good part of my night. The bad part happened after I had to leave Damon to talk with my boss who told me I work too much and to clock out and have fun. I didn't have fun. Instead I helped the gang look for the stoner bitch Vicki. I expected her to just be out back getting high or popping pills, but instead I found her crying on top of a roof with Stefan and Damon Salvatore. But the weird thing was Damon and Stefan were talking about being vampires and the town's people staking them in the heart if they found out. I wanted to think they were crazy. I still want to think they are bat shit crazy, but then Damon whispered something in Vicki's ear and she forgot how she even got on the roof in the first place. I know she was high, but I've seen high people before and this was something different. The Salvatore brothers are dangerous and I have no intention of spending time around them if I can help it. I could never talk to my friends about this. I mean, Elena's practically dating Stefan. What am I supposed to tell her, "Hey, your boyfriend and his brother are vampires."? No that would make me sound as crazy as Bonnie's grams...as crazy as I-"

Hearing a thud outside she put down her pen, closed the book and moved to the window to look out. Not seeing anything she slid up the window and leaned out to get a better look. She didn't see anything and was shutting the window when Damon's face appeared right in front of hers causing her to scream and stumble back.

He sighed and put his forehead on the glass. "Calm down and open the window please." He picked up his head and rolled his blue eyes. "No need to be dramatic."

"What? No." She scoffed, still stunned to see him on her roof. "How did you even get up here?"

"I jumped." He answered as if it were obvious. "Now open the window."

Katie crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't even know you. What are you doing here?"

"Open the window and invite me in and I'll tell you." He told her with an aggravated, smart-alecky smile.

"What so you can whisper in my ear and wipe my memory like you did to Vicki?" She asked backing away from the window.

"You saw that huh?" He asked, sounding like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Yeah, I saw that." She said with a sway of her head.

"Okay, I promise if you let me in that I won't wipe your memory. I just need to know what all you heard tonight and this conversation would be a lot easier if you would just let me in." He said glancing around to make sure no one had seen him.

She realized then that if one of the neighbors saw him outside and told her grandpa she would be in a world of hurt. So she pushed the window up and stepped aside. "Get in here before someone sees you."

"Thank you." He told her as he stuck a leg inside then ducked through the window. "That’s better." He straightened his jacket and looked around. "Cozy."

She sat down on her bed, crossing her legs. "So what do you want to know?"

"I want to know exactly what you heard me and Stefan talking about tonight." He said not looking at her but the books that sat along the back of her desk.

"I heard Stefan say that vampires have returned to Mystic Falls and for you to let Vicki go tell everyone about it so that they would drive a stake through his heart and he could finally be rid of you." She said putting it all on the table even though she knew there was about a seventy-five percent chance that he could wipe her memory or simply kill her for knowing something she shouldn't.

"Well, you heard right. I'm a vampire, so is Stefan." He hadn't said anything else and was still looking around her room when he placed his hand on her journal. She jumped off the bed and snatched it off the desk before he could open it. He looked at her as if she were a weirdo. "You can snoop through anything in this room, but not this." She turned from him and tucked the book under her pillow.

"Why? Are there naughty thoughts about me in there?" He asked with a smile and a flick of his brow.

"Anyone ever tell you you're cocky?" She asked avoiding his question as she sat back down on her bed.

"Only every day of my life." He said with a sarcastic smile as he finally sat down backwards in her desk chair. "You seem oddly calm for someone with a vampire in their bedroom. So you either don't believe that I could drink you like a human juice box or you do believe me and you just don't care."

"I want to believe you, because I've always had an open mind like that, and I don't have any explanation for what I saw happen with Vicki on that roof, but at the same time I feel like I need better proof because drugs make people do strange things." She answered as she brought her feet up on the bed to sit Indian style.

"You want me to prove to you that I'm a vampire?" He asked and she simply shrugged. "You realize you're practically asking me to feed on you right?" He asked with raised brows and wide eyes.

"Maybe." She said with a shrug. "But that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" He asked, surprised with himself and the fact that he hadn't just compelled this girl to forget everything she had heard on the roof, but he was actually having fun talking to her. Any other girl would be screaming or running away…or both.

"I don't know, vampires obviously have tricks like whatever you did to Vicki. What else can you do?" She replied looking him up and down almost challengingly. "Oh and is Vicki going to become a vampire? I assume the so-called animal attack was really one of you considering she was on the roof with two vampires."

"You're too observant for your own good." He said with a shake of his head that made it seem like something bad was going to happen to her for knowing too much. "No, bites don't turn you." He answered then looked at her seeming to be in thought. "As for the proof you need from my bag of tricks...here," he held his hand out to her, "give me your hand."

"Are you going to drink my blood?" She asked suspiciously.

"Only if you want me to." He mentally slapped himself. He didn't need her permission, if he wanted it he could take it from her, permission be damned.

"Will it keep you from hurting more people if I do let you have some of my blood?" She asked and he just smirked and shook his head no. "Then no. Are you going to hurt me?" She asked still not placing her hand in his that was still stretched out to her.

"Only a little." He said with a spark of adventure in his light blue eyes. Katie couldn't resist and she placed her hand in his with her palm facing up. "Do you trust me?" He asked with a smile.

"Not one bit, but go ahead anyway." She told him with a wave of her hand.

You're either really brave or really stupid." He commented as he picked up the letter opener off of her desk and with a flick of his hand sliced open the meaty part of her palm between her thumb and wrist. She flinched and sucked in a sharp breath, but otherwise did nothing. He noticed her high tolerance to pain, but didn't comment on it.

When he smiled up at her, blood veins under his eyes popped to the surface and the whites of his eyes turned red. "Does that mean that you're trying to not drink me?" She asked with a motion to his eyes and he smiled, showing off his fangs.

He blinked a few times and the fangs and blood vessels went away. "Yeah, let's go with that." He answered then looked down at her bleeding hand. "Now, here," he bit his wrist and held it over to her, "drink up.”

"Ew, no." She shook her head and he rolled his eyes.

"Just do it. You won't turn into a vampire I promise."

"Fine." She wrinkled her nose and instead of sucking on his wrist like he thought she would she caught a thick drop of blood with her tongue then licked over the bite mark to collect the rest of it before the bite healed.

"Now, watch." He nodded to her hand that was still resting in his.

She watched with wide eyes as the gash slowly closed and the pain faded. "Okay, I believe you. You’re a vampire." She took her hand from his and ran her finger over the area where the cut had been then turned her eyes to his. "Now what?"

"I don't know yet." He said as he rested his chin on the back of the chair. "Can I trust you not to say anything to any of your little friends?"

"I don't know, can I trust that you won't kill or hurt any of my little friends?" She asked as she scooted back and leaned against the wall.

He thought about it long and hard. As much as he liked this girl, she was still just another expendable human who was also a liability. She knew too much and therefore needed to be taken out of the picture, but something about her made him want to trust her. For the first time in a very long time he didn't want to play with a girl's head. If he did that then she wouldn't really be herself anymore and he probably wouldn't enjoy her company as much. "I promise I won't kill any of your friends. Does feeding on one of them count as hurting? Because I really like Caroline. She seems...easy."

"Yes, it does." She told him with an eye roll as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Then I can't promise not to hurt her." He told her with a big smile.

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head, her eyes catching the time on her alarm clock as she did. "Shit, it's getting late and I have school tomorrow." She said as she slid off the bed and moved to the window. "You should get going." She slid the window up and jerked her head toward it.

"I'm not leaving until you promise me that you won't say anything to anyone about what we are." He said not moving from the desk chair.

"Fine, as long as you don't kill anyone I'll keep your secret." She said with a sigh not sounding like she meant it.

"That doesn't work for me, you have to promise." He said looking down at her with an almost pouting expression. 

"Fine, I promise I won't tell." She told him grumpily.

"Thank you." He told her with a small smile then picked up her hand and kissed it where he had cut her before. His eyes turned red and veins popped below them and she watched them disappear as he pulled back and smirked at her. "Goodnight."

[weprettytings]

Outrun The Lie

Here’s my piece for @zabdielmuch 700 writing challenge! Thank you for letting me take part, hope you enjoy it and congrats again 💚 

Prompt #3: “Close that door” 

Written for Zabdiel in AU! Kinda angsty, kinda smutty?? First time posting something I’ve written ☺️

Word count: 2.4k 

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The darkness of the night sat still, the only thing glowing in contrast was the city skyline in the distance. The clock on the dashboard seemed to tick ever more slowly with each passing minute. My senses had heightened since we stopped here, I had hoped this would be a quick exchange - nothing out of the ordinary. That was until I had been forced to bring a runner with me. 

“You know I’m more than capable of doing this by myself! And of all people why him?” 

“It’s been getting tense out there, it’s for your own good.” 

“What you think I can’t run shit myself?” 

“No. I know you can’t. Not right now Amor.” 

“Well at least send someone else with me, he’s not experienced enough.” 

“Exactly. Who better to train him than you. Don’t doubt him.” 

I gritted my teeth, trying to not let his words sink too deeply into my already wounded ego. The anxious tapping of my partners fingers on the dash didn’t help my already bubbling anger. 

“Erick would you quit it!” I snapped. He quickly stopped coiling back into his seat. I almost felt bad for yelling. Almost. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m just nervous,” He spoke timidly. 

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, instead trying to take a more hostile approach. “Don’t worry. You’ve already got all the product strapped to you. He should be here shortly, it only takes a few minutes to exchange.” 

“I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Speak loudly and clearly when he talks to you and you won’t. Can’t make a bitch of yourself.” 

He widened his eyes in surprise at my choice of words. I refused to look at him any longer. It wasn’t the fact that he was annoying, or the fact that he had no experience that had irked me so much. It was the fact that this I was him, more so, could’ve been him. On my first run scared out of my mind. He’s worried now but it won’t take long before he’s worked his way up the hierarchy of the system and moving his own product and making his own hits. 

All these years doing the same job over and over constantly having to prove myself. I can do a thousand more runs like this and Erick will be promoted before I ever am while I’m here in the drivers seat with a new face next to me. I have more experience in handling shit than anyone else who would ever come through and yet I’m here, still in the same position Erick’s in now, only stronger. 

“Is this him Y/N?” A car pulled up on the opposite side of the parking lot, headlights turned off. I squinted my eyes trying to get a better look at the driver but the tinted windows and lack of lighting didn’t help. 

“You’re up,” I told him cooly. “Don’t panic, I’ve got you covered from here okay? Guards up.”

He gave a small nod before trying to exit the car. “Erick wait,” I pulled a gun out of the glovebox and hastily shoved it in his sock. “Just in case.” 

I gave him one last reassuring look before he left, the coolness of the air creeping into the car for a split second. He won’t need the gun, as a matter of fact I don’t think he knows how to shoot one. I grabbed onto my own gun from the glovebox. “Just in case,” I quietly reminded myself. 

The person in the other car didn’t get out, instead Erick rid himself of everything he had been holding onto in a hurry. My brows furrowed in confusion. Rule number one in the drug dealing world; always make sure your buyer gets out of the car, for multiple reasons. I scanned the area looking for any suspicious activity but everything seemed as it was before they arrived. 

I couldn’t see clearly enough but Erick reached into the vehicle, making me assume he was accepting the cash. As soon as his arm was out the driver put his window up and quickly sped off throwing the both of us off guard. Rule number two; make sure all the money is counted and correct before parting ways. 

“What the fuck,” I unbuckled my seatbelt getting out of the car to make sure everything was clear. 

Rule number three; leave the area as soon as the drop has been made. Don’t stick around for too long. 

These rules had all been ignored this entire time, leaving the car wouldn’t make a difference now. 

“Erick!” I called out. “Come on we need to leave right now.” 

“Espera un momento, I just need to count the money,” He slowly started walking back to the car looking in the envelope he had just received. 

“You can do that in the car, let’s ju-“ My demands had been cut off by the sound of another car quickly approaching, headlights off as well. They parked exactly where the previous car had been, only this time the engine was cut and two men stepped out. 

“Aye! You better not be leaving with my product,” One of them called out as Erick stood next to me. 

“We’re not, just making sure everything’s in here,” I turned around pushing Erick into the car. 

“Y/N,” He tried protesting. 

“Erick not now, we need to get out of here. Whatever happens stay put.” 

The same man yelled out, “We don’t have all day, you got our shit or not?” 

“Patience is a virtue, it won’t kill you to wait a couple more minutes,” I bit back. I hurried to the trunk of the car pretending I was looking for what they came for. 

Their footsteps slowly started to make their way towards us, “Well I don’t have a couple of minutes sweetheart, especially for Zabdiel’s little bitch.” 

My breath hitched in my throat. Fuck they recognised me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was sent here to make a drop, which we’ve already done. You’ve mistaken me for the wrong person.” 

I turned around to make an escape but one of them launched themselves at me quickly knocking me down. “Well if you don’t have our shit I can think of something else to take.” His hands wrapped around my throat in an attempt to cut off my airways. 

“Fuck you,” I spat in his face buying me a split second to flip so he was pinned beneath me. Quickly I freed myself from his grip and punched him straight in the mouth. 

In the heat of the moment I had forgotten about his accomplice who had taken it upon himself to put me in a choke hold. 

“Boss will be happy when we bring your head back,” A cool metal was placed roughly against the side of my head. 

“You’re making a mistake,” I spat. 

The other one one the floor was still trying to wipe his face clean of my attack. The gun I had armoured myself with sat in the waistband of my pants. I could easily free myself if I just- 

“PUT THE GUN DOWN!” Erick’s voice echoed surprising all of us. 

“Or what?” He laughs menacingly in my ear. 

Before I could cut in a bang went off. The grip of the man holding onto me eased as he slumped onto the ground. My ears rang loudly and there was a burning sensation on the side of my head. I quickly pulled myself together ignoring the sting and dealt with the man on the ground, pulling my gun to serve him the same fate. 

Instinctively I reached up to touch where the pain was still throbbing only to notice a huge chunk of my ear was missing and blood was pooling onto my hand. “Erick you fool, you clipped my ear!” 

“Lo siento! I was just trying to help,” He begged with me. 

“I told you to stay put I had it under control.” 

“They had guns!” 

“So did I!” I didn’t want to waste another second argue knowing we had to leave the area as soon as possible. “I need you to drive back so I can get myself cleaned up.” 

Most of the ride back was quiet as I tried my best to stitch my ear. The bleeding had stopped but the pain was intense. 

“Erick.” 

“Yes?” He looked over at me nervously. 

“Whatever I say go along with it okay?” 

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Erick’s foot tapped away nervously at the floor. I swear I could hear every thud and it irritated me. I took a deep breath to control myself. Maybe it was the ringing I still had playing in my ear. 

He sat behind his huge mahogany desk, emotionless. He hasn’t looked at me once since we arrived. It was one of the few times I couldn’t read what he was thinking. I tried to match his expressions but I know, even without looking at me, he can see right through me like a thin veil. The injured ear didn’t help my case anymore. 

“The money?” He finally spoke. 

Erick wasted no time sliding the envelope across the desk for him to check. He opened it without breaking eye contact with the brunette boy, pulling and laying out a few $50 bills. Wouldn’t have even been an eighth of what we were suppose to bring back. 

I huffed wishing this would all be over and done with. 

“What happened?” 

“It was my fault,” I was quick to speak up. “Some guys pulled up before the ones we were suppose to meet. I didn’t assess the situation well enough and let Erick make the exchange. By the time they left it was too late.” 

“I didn’t ask you what happened,” He finally bore his eyes into mine. There was no softness like I was used to seeing. Only aggravation. 

“You weren’t exactly specific.” I remarked. 

He hummed in response not taking his sight off me, “Is this true Erick?” 

“Yes.” 

I raised an eyebrow daring him to challenge me. 

“You can leave,” He addressed him. 

Erick turned to leave giving me a sympathetic smile on the way out. 

“Zabdiel-“ I tried to speak. 

“Close that door.” His spoke lowly standing up from his seat.

I obeyed his orders instantly not wanting to anger him anymore. 

“Why are you lying Y/N?” 

“I’m not,” It sounded like I was trying to convince myself more than him. “I made the shots.” 

“I thought Erick did? Literally.” My heart rate slowed at his answer. He couldn’t know two men had been taken out. 

“Answer me,” He demanded. 

“He didn’t. He stayed in the car, I dealt with it.” 

“So two of their men are dead.” 

I didn’t answer him this time knowing it wasn’t a question. “What happened to your ear?” 

“One of them bit me during the fight.” The lies rolled off my tongue easy but there was no persuasion behind them. 

“Because you’re Zabdiel’s little bitch right,” He mocked. “That’s why you got upset?” 

Fucking Erick. 

“Erick told me everything, you don’t need to lie anymore.” 

“So why play games?” 

He smirked, his gaze finally softening. “No games Y/N. You can’t hide anything from me. I will have to punish you though.” 

I rolled my eyes, “What? You going to have your men beat me up, you know I’ll kick their asses. Or are you going to stop me from working? Because I rather stop all this shit than be in the same fucking position I’ve been in since we started this. I’m your best option here yet you won’t give me more.” 

He walked towards me speaking in the same calm tone. “Bend over the desk.” 

I starred at him dumbfounded my displeasure quickly draining. “Excuse me?” 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

My legs were shaking as I walked over and placed my hands on the cold wood hoping this stance would be enough. 

“Bend.” Clearly not. 

I spread my legs further apart pushing myself down into the desk further. The throbbing in my ear seemed to intensify; so did the the throbbing elsewhere. 

His feet pressed into the carpet at what felt like an agonising pace but it only took a few seconds before I felt one of his larger hands cupped underneath my chin. His front rested directly onto my back as I felt my core start to heat up. 

He placed his lips right against my good ear, “Amor, I’m doing everything I can to protect you, my best worker. But you are making my job harder.” 

His other hand roamed my inner thigh teasingly making my eyes flutter close. 

He continued to work his way up my thighs and waist with his featherlike touch. “What am I going to do with you?” 

I had lost all ability to string together a simple sentence, let alone my own thoughts. 

“Punish me,” I spoke barely above a whisper. 

“You want that don’t you? My touch.” His lips tickled my neck, not kissing me. 

“Zabdiel please,” I was practically begging at this point. 

He laughed deeply, “The kingdom can be ours but you have to deal with this problem first. As punishment.” 

“What happened to protecting your best worker?” I questioned. 

“I can do both. Don’t doubt me.” 

His hands left my skin making me whine at the loss of contact. He threw a box in front of me. “For you.” I stood up to face him only to be met with a tender kiss on the forehead, a complete 360 from the mood he was just in.

He started to retreat out of the room leaving me confused and worked up. “Zabdiel wait!” 

His grin was sly knowing what he had just done to me and the state he was leaving me in. “We’ll have all the time in the world for fun, when you deal with the war you started.” 

With that he left the room closing the door behind him. There was no point in following him as Zabdiel was a man of his words. We would have time later. 

I grabbed the box tentatively opening it. 

My eyes grew wide at the gift. Neatly perched on some tissue paper inside was a piece of flesh… the flesh that perfectly matched my injured ear with a menacing note next to it. 

Next time we’ll be sending her head. 

[trensu]

Episode 32: The One where the Moonlit Rooftop BETRAYS Us

Remember how the last episode brutally tore the heart right out of our collective chest?

Well get ready to dial that pain up to ELEVEN BC THIS TIME AROUND THEY RIP THE HEART RIGHT OUT OF US AND THEN CRUSHES IT BENEATH THEIR HEEL

And i can’t even skip most of it!! Bc it is crucially important to know what state of mind our beloved sunshine boy is in for everything to make sense!! 

Especially for what’s going to happen in the next episode!

So we HAVE TO SUFFER. THERE’S NO WAY AROUND IT.

We start our episode at the super fun jin ancestral hall in lanling where jyl is mourning the death of her husband!!

Enjoy this bc this is literally the least painful moment in the entire episode!!!

My precious sunshine boy is lurking behind a pillar, guilt-ridden and alone

He can’t get any nearer bc of the guilt

But he can’t stay away bc that’s his sister, his most precious person

Too bad madam jin spots him

AND THEN JYL SEES HIM AND STARTS CRYING

WWX’S FACE HERE, OH GOD, I CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE IT

STRICKEN? HEARTBROKEN? DESPAIRING?? WHATEVER IT IS, IT MAKES ME WANNA CRY

So he flees, he can’t face his sister, not when he’s the reason she’s grieving

We’re in the middle of a forest again! It’s even less fun than the last time we were in the forest!

MY DARLING WWX IS HALLUCINATING

HE’S HALLUCINATING HIS SISTER

HE’S SO DESPERATE FOR ANY SCRAP OF KINDNESS OR AFFECTION HERE. 

HE’S SO ALONE.

THE RESENTFUL ENERGY IS TAUNTING HIM “LET US OUT, LET US HELP YOU. YOU CAN ONLY RELY ON US”

HE’S SCREAMING BACK AT THEM, “GET LOST, GET LOST, LEAVE ME ALONE”

IT’S AWFUL. I WANNA DIE.

Now we’re at Qishan, listening to a bunch of cultivators gossip

Again.

The Wens’ bodies are hanging from rafters, all out on display in the open

Because slaughtering them wasn’t horrifying enough, they had to humiliate them after death too. Fucking jin clan.

Wwx appears behind the group and scares the shit out of them (GOOD)

He calmly pulls out his demon flute and starts playing

Within three notes he’s got the entire group of gossips pinned to the ground. Then he played a little extra just for kicks.

THAT’S MY BOY, SHOW ‘EM WHO’S BOSS

Now he’s like, why’d y’all stop talking? Weren’t you saying how you were gonna stop me?

And some idiot rando is like, you think you’re hot shit bully us weaklings?? You should go fight the clan leaders at their big celebration.

Wwx starts to choke him out bc he’s annoying him but wwx gives us this epic line

“Every injustice has its perpetrator.”

And he ditches those basic bitches to hunt down the guys that killed his people

Now we’re watching all this pompous sect leaders celebrating the murder of innocent lives, but we’re not gonna get into it bc they piss me off and nobody needs to pay attention to jgs’s speeches ever

Although i will mention that lxc and jc both look very conflicted at the events that are going down

HANGUANG JUN!!!

We’re back with the basic bitches and lwj appears!!

Lwj: where is wei ying?

Of course his first words in the episode are about wei ying. 

And they’re all aw, you just missed him bro, he left about an hour ago 

Lwj: where did he go?

And they’re like, Nightless City to hang out with the sect leaders!

Lwj’s face here is just, Worry and Dread. 

We’re back with the sect leaders. Jgs is talking again

Thankfully, wwx interrupts him with his mental breakdown!!

AND HE INTERRUPTS BY SHOWING UP ON A MOONLIT ROOFTOP

MOONLIT ROOFTOP, HOW COULD YOU??

YOU WERE SO KIND TO US BEFORE!! WE TRUSTED YOU!! WE LOVED YOU!!!

WHAT DID WE DO WRONG?? HOW COULD YOU BETRAY US THIS WAY??

Jgs: what are you doing here?

Wwx: why can’t i be here? don’t you guys want me here? I’m saving you the effort of hunting me down!

Then there’s a lot of back and forth with rando cultivators throwing accusations at him and wwx making Valid Points left and right

As we all know, Valid Points don’t make a smidge of difference against the incredibly stupid and obstinate. 

We won’t get into too much detail here bc it honestly doesn’t even matter what they’re saying, but there are a couple cool lines that i wanted to include

Somebody says something about him having a grudge against Jin Zixun a year ago

Wwx: Little characters like him i forget in 3 days, much less a year.

Which, like, LOL bc he’s right, jz was an insignificant little worm except worms are good for soil so he’s MORE insignificant than a little worm (i’m sorry worms, i shouldn’t have insulted you that way!!)

Later somebody says something about how they had admired wwx before but now they hate him

Wwx: Both your hatred and admiration is so cheap!

WE DO GET A COOL SCENE HERE THO

Some basic bitch shoots him with an arrow and it hits him right in the chest

Wwx barely even flinches

He tears that arrow right back out and covers it with resentful energy

Then LITERALLY THROWS IT BACK AT THE GUY WHO SHOT HIM AND PIERCES HIS CHEST

IT WAS AWESOME

And then he gives us another cool line.

Someone calls him vicious for shooting the guy who shot him before and he says “you’re already branding me as someone who uses wicked tricks, you can’t be counting on my mercy to let it go, right?”

It’s basically a whole ‘you want a bad guy? I’LL SHOW YOU A BAD GUY’ moment. Which looks cool, right, but is also super upsetting bc THIS IS MY PRECIOUS SUNSHINE BOY

MY PRECIOUS SUNSHINE BOY WHO ONLY EVER WANTED TO PROTECT THE WEAK AND DEFENSELESS

Now there’s a battle breaking out! Between the cultivators and the resentful spirits wwx summons 

WWX LOOKS SICK AF PLAYING HIS DEMON FLUTE AND SUMMONING SPIRITS, LIKE ALWAYS.

But we don’t care about this battle.

This battle doesn’t matter. Even if it does look pretty cool.

Because all the important stuff happens on rooftops, as we already know.

And on the rooftop WE SUDDENLY HAVE LWJ SHOW UP WITH HIS GUQIN

HE’S PLAYING MAGIC MUSIC.

HE’S FACING DOWN WWX.

Wwx: lan zhan, you’re here. You should have known i’d be immune to the Song of Clarity

Lwj whooshes his guqin away.

Wwx: lan zhan, i knew one day we were gonna have a real fight.

anD WWX STARTS PLAYING HIS DEMON FLUTE AGAINST LWJ

LWJ DRAWS BICHEN AND STARTS DIVING SWORD FIRST TOWARDS WWX

AND EVERYTHING HURTS

WWX SLAMS HIM BACK WITH RESENTFUL ENERGY BUT LWJ PUSHES RIGHT BACK

Lwj: wei ying, stop it!

Wwx doesn’t respond. In fact, he’s kept his eyes closed and unresponsive since he started playing his flute, PROBABLY BC HE CAN’T BEAR TO WATCH HIMSELF ATTACK HIS SOULMATE

I ALSO CAN’T BEAR TO WATCH HIM ATTACK HIS SOULMATE BUT HERE I AM WATCHING BC APPARENTLY I ENJOY SUFFERING

Lwj: wei ying, stop it now!

Wwx: lan zhan, do you think i have any other choice now?

Lwj: the situation has changed!

Wwx: what?

Lwj: trust me. It’s not that simple.

Wwx: what do you mean?

But before we can get any answers or clues or anything useful, we get interrupted by jyl’s voice crying “a-xian!”

And thus begins the world’s WORST, MOST PAINFUL GAME OF MARCO POLO EVER

Because jyl is on the battlefield, still in her mourning robes. And she’s calling for her brothers. 

Both jc and wwx hear her and instantly start looking for her

Wwx ditches the rooftop (and lwj with it), gives up his high ground and dives into the battlefield to look for his sister

He gets attacked by some cultivators and we hear the strum of a guqin

Lwj followed him! And defended him against attacks, BC THAT’S WHAT HE DOES FOR HIS SOULMATE. THAT’S HIS WHOLE THING.

Lwj: wei ying, your flute!

What he means is, keep playing, i’ll protect you from attacks while you get to your sister

And wwx starts playing again, bc EVEN AFTER he and lwj fought one another with all they had, he still trusts lwj

Jyl, jc, and wwx all take turns calling each other’s names. MY YUNMENG SIBS ARE TRYING TO REUNITE

Meanwhile we see lwj flitting about the edges of the screen blocking attacks left and right, and keeping wwx safe

SUDDENLY, we hear the sound of a second flute pierce the air! And the puppets get more vicious. WWX IS NO LONGER IN CONTROL

Btw, apparently, we the audience are the only ones who can hear this second flute BC NOBODY ON-SCREEN SEEMS TO QUESTION THE FLUTE MUSIC PLAYING EVEN WHEN WWX VERY OBVIOUSLY DOESN’T HAVE THE FLUTE AT HIS MOUTH TO PLAY IT

IT’S SO FRUSTRATING. I THOUGHT THESE CULTIVATORS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SOMEWHAT INTELLIGENT BUT NOTHING THEY’VE DONE EVER SHOWS THIS

And oh fuck, once the second flute takes over the puppets we get the SAD BACKGROUND MUSIC FROM “THE ONES WHERE WE GROSS SOB FOREVER”

FUCK

I CAN’T 

I’VE BEEN FUCKING PAVLOV’D TO INSTANT TEARS AT THIS MUSIC, DAMN IT ALL.

NOOOO, NONONONONO I’M NOT READY, I’M NOT READY, I’M NOT READY

The yunmeng sibs are still crying out for each other as this Sad Music plays aND I JUST CAN’T.

They finally set eyes on one another, only to see a puppet come up behind jyl

Jc is begging wwx to stop the puppet bc he thinks wwx is still in control

Wwx is so desperate here that he doesn’t even use his flute, he just starts SCREAMING at the puppet to stop, “GO AWAY, DON’T TOUCH HER”

And lwj sees this all happening! He follows wwx’s line of sight and sees that jyl is about to get cut down by a puppet

LWJ SEES THIS AND IMMEDIATELY TRIES TO GO TO HER AID

BC HE KNOWS JYL IS WWX’S PRECIOUS PERSON. TO PROTECT HER IS TO PROTECT WWX’S HEART

Also i like to think that lwj and jyl bonded over their love for wwx way back in “the one where jyl captains the ship” so he’d want to protect his friend anyway

But he gets intercepted by two other puppets who attack him and keep him stalled far away from jyl and wwx 

FUCK

WHY

GOD DAMN IT

The puppet cuts down jyl from behind

AND IT FUCKING HURTS ME IN THE DEEPEST PART MY SOUL

And wwx is in a state of shock bc HIS SISTER, HIS BELOVED SISTER IS HURT, HIS SISTER IS HURT

Wwx makes a mad dash towards her

But Lwj intercepts him and says “wei ying, stop your puppets! Stop them!”

Wwx doesn’t listen to him. He flings lwj’s arm away and keeps running

Wwx finally makes it to where jyl fell, where she’s now being cradled in jc’s arms

Wwx reaches for her but jc shoves him away

Jc: you said you could control them, you said there was no problem

He’s not even really yelling here, but his voice is all cracked, hoarse, and pained

Wwx: it’s not me, i don’t know! i didn’t make them kill people, why can’t i control them? I lost control of them!

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING

I’M HURTING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW

I’M SICK OF CRYING, SHOW, I’M SICK OF IT. PLEASE STOP. WHY MUST YOU HURT ME

Jyl is still alive!

Jyl: a-xian, xianxian

She reaches and puts her hand on the side of his face

Jyl: you ran so fast, i didn’t have enough time to look at you and talk to you

AND I’M FUCKING SOBBING BC SHE SOUNDS SO WEAK AND WWX HAS TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS FACE AND EVERYTHING FUCKING HURTS

Jyl: i wanted to tell you--

But she doesn’t get to finish that sentence bc she sees someone aiming for wwx’s back and she shoves him out of the way to protect him

She gets a sword to the chest

And the rando cultivator holding the sword is all it’s not my fault, i was aiming for you, wwx this is your fault!

FUCK YOU RANDO CULTIVATOR FUCK YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL

Wwx starts to choke him out, which is good bc i wanted to do that myself too

And jc is sobbing, rocking his sister’s body

AND THIS IS WHERE THE EPISODE ENDS

WHAT

THE 

FUCK

NO, I CNA’T, I CAN’T, I’M HURTING SO MUCH, COME BACK AND MAKE IT BETTER GOD DAMN IT

I HAVE NO MORE TISSUES!! TISSUES ARE CURRENTLY A HOT COMMODITY, I CAN’T JUST GO OUT AND BUY MORE

FUCK, JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE. I CNA’T ANYMORE.

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[artificialqueens]

Flower Files, Part 1 (Tatiadore, Biaja) - Albatross

AN: A collection of short oneshots. Each one has a flower/plant theme. I’ll be posting them on AQ in batches of 2-3 depending on length.

Chapter 1: Tatiadore

Tatiana awoke to the sound of birds distantly chirping away outside her window and the warm rays of the sun beginning to light up her room. It was all very pleasant, especially for what was supposed to be a quiet Sunday at home with her girlfriend. Groggily, she stumbled out of bed and wandered over to their shared dresser. Her mind was still sleep-addled but something was trying to capture her attention. It was a brief whiff of some strange scent but in an instant,  it was gone. No matter how hard Tatianna tried to refocus on it, it had just disappeared. 

But that caused her attention to drift to another development…elsewhere in the apartment, there was another scent arising; that of cooking food.

A soft smile arose to her lips; Adore was making breakfast and from the smell of it, something with sweet peppers, onion and egg…perhaps a western omelette, or maybe just scrambled?

Hurrying to the bathroom, Tatianna resolved to take a quicker shower than normal. Usually she would stay in there for a good 20 minutes and just let herself relax under the spray but the delicious scent of breakfast waiting for her in the kitchen made her realize that she was utterly starving. And even more so, she just wanted to pull Adore into her arms once again, especially since she didn’t have a chance to upon first waking up.

So in record time, she had her teeth brushed and the shower warming up but while the bathroom steadily filled with steam, Tatianna realized that strange scent from before was somehow in here as well. This time it was stronger and lasted long enough for Tatianna to realize it was rather floral, but soon, thanks to the fan she had turned on in anticipation of a hot shower, the smell had disappeared once again.

Oh, well.

A brief 8 minutes later and Tatianna was clean, awake, and had changed into a fresh set of clothes; a simple cami and shorts ensemble but it was comfortable and cute.

Feeling much more like her normal self, she bounded into the kitchen to greet her girlfriend. Adore was still standing in front of the stove, poking her spatula at something sizzling in the pan and a cup of steaming tea close by on the countertop. She heard Tatianna arriving and spun around halfway to shoot her a warm, cheery grin. “Hey, baby,” she called out, not sounding entirely awake herself.

Tatianna was beginning to return the greeting but something caught her attention yet again; that same scent! It was here! But where…and why?

Adore caught the shift in Tatianna’s expression; it was so sudden and such an adorable mixture of confusion and concentration that Adore had to laugh. “Tati, baby,” she asked through her laughter, “what’s with that face?”

Distractedly, Tatianna wandered around the boundaries of the kitchen, sniffing here and there, while giving a vague reply of “I smell something…In the bedroom and bathroom…now here.”

“Breakfast?” Adore offered up, gesturing to the nearly finished food in her pan.

Shaking her head, Tatianna said, “No, not that…it’s like, flowery but not flowers…” She didn’t know just how to explain it, even now she was only catching short bursts of the scent, but it didn’t smell quite natural…no, more like a man-made attempt at a floral scent…in fact, it smelled a bit like- “you!” she exclaimed, finding the scent strongest near her girlfriend.

True, the smell of food covered it up quite a bit but it was definitely originating from Adore!

Puzzled, Adore murmured a soft, “Mm?” and stirred the food in the pan one last time before turning off the heat. Remember her own deviation in routine that morning she recalled, “Oh, yeah. I got some new perfume and wanted to try it out today…Rose. Like it?”

She glanced up to her girlfriend with the brightest, proudest smile…Nothing in the world could convince Tatianna not to return the gesture. Pressing a soft kiss to Adore’s lips, she answered, “Love…you.” Adore pouted. She really thought Tatianna would like the perfume more but oh, well. To each their own.

Tatianna wrapped her arms around Adore’s waist as she began splitting up the pan’s contents between the two plates in front of her. She nuzzled into Adore’s neck, loving the feel of her girlfriend’s body melting into hers, but she couldn’t resist letting one last comment slip out. Pressing another sweet kiss to Adore’s skin, she murmured, “And I’ll love you even if you wanna smell like an old lady every day.”

Snorting, Adore nearly doubled over as she tried to brace herself against the counter. “Well, fuck you, too, bitch,” she laughed out. “I like it though.”

Chapter 2: Biaja

It was about 2 in the afternoon when Raja’s phone began to buzz. Even without looking she already guessed it’d be her girlfriend. Tonight was supposed to be one of their stay-at-home date nights. Every month or so, they picked out a Friday where they would just spend a romantic evening at home, rather than going out to fancy restaurants or even double date with another couple. It was a chance to spend some quality time together, which had gotten a bit more difficult due to hectic work schedules.

‘Heyy!’ came Bianca’s first text. ‘Want me to pick up anything special for tonight?’

Raja smiled to herself. They already had their meal planned out; Raja would pick it up on her way home. Bianca had taken charge of finding dessert and figuring out which new movie release to watch. There didn’t seem to be much else that hadn’t already planned for…except perhaps one thing they both would enjoy.

Opening the text box, Raja quickly typed out ‘Rose’ but after staring at it for a good 10 seconds, it just didn’t look right.

Oh, right , Raja mused to herself, it’s missing the little accent thingy.

Finding the symbol was easy enough in her phone, the trouble was getting it over the ‘e’. No matter how she tried typing it out, the accent would appear as its own character either before or after the ‘e’ but never above. 

How do people do this? she stressed. She’d seen Bianca figure it out before so it can’t be that difficult. Eh, whatever. She knows what I mean.

And with that, she sent off the text to her partner. In less than a minute, Bianca replied back with a simple, ‘👍🏻’. 

Smiling to herself once again, she thought, Yeah, she gets me.

With that minor detail resolved, she returned back to her work, letting her mind drift every so often to how delicious their food was going to be or how much she was looking forward to emptying out that new bottle of wine during the movie.

******

With two oversized takeout bags and her purse in hand, Raja maneuvered the front door open as carefully as she could manage. She had made it only three steps inside before Bianca came rushing from the kitchen to meet her, one hand hidden behind her back. Raja was twisted around, unable to notice the odd behavior at first, and trying to close the door behind her. In the end she found herself having to settle on merely shunting the door closed with her foot and ignoring the loud clash as it met with the doorframe. Shifting back around to face her girlfriend, they shared a brief kiss as Bianca relieved her of one of the bags.

As they parted, a grin present on both of their lips, Bianca greeted her with a rather cheerful, “Hey, how was your day?”

“Great,” Raja replied, already feeling herself beginning to relax after such a long week and returned with an interested, “Yours?”

“Perfect,” Bianca beamed back. Very casually, she added in, “Picked up what you asked for.”

The statement immediately caught Raja’s attention. Perking back up, she questioned expectantly, “Yeah?”

Looking ever so proud of herself, Bianca withdrew the hand she had kept behind her back and presented Raja with a single long-stemmed, light pink rose. Snorting and nearly doubling over with laughter, Raja muttered to herself, “Oh my god.”

“Something wrong?” Bianca asked as her head tilted just slightly. Her brow was slightly furrowed in confusion, making her look utterly adorable in Raja’s eyes.

Through her laughter, Raja managed to explain, “Yes, no- I mean…I was trying to type out rosé and I couldn’t get that little dash thing over the ‘e’. So I just gave up and sent you, well, ‘rose’ instead.”

A look of guilt washed over Bianca’s face as she apologized, “Oh…I’m sorry, honey.”

Wrapping her free arm around Bianca’s waist, Raja pulled her in close and placed a quick peck to her cheek. “Don’t be, it’s my fault,” she assured her partner in a soft, amused voice. “Should’ve just sent a couple of wine emojis.”

“Yeah, that would’ve been much clearer,” Bianca agreed as her trademark smirk reappeared on her lips. Gently pulling away, she grabbed onto Raja’s hand and began leading her towards the kitchen. “Let’s get everything on plates and then we can eat. Dessert’s already laid out and the movie is set up in the living room.”

Raja followed closely behind with an eager grin but found herself stopping just inside the entryway to their kitchen. Laid out on the counter was no less than three bottles of her favorite brand of rosé. All of it was artfully surrounded by even more of those light pink roses and a few carefully scattered petals.

“Oh my god,” Raja gasped, grinning from ear to ear at the sight. Bianca truly does understand her.

Unfortunately that realization and moment of warmth was quickly interrupted by Bianca’s cackling of, “‘Little dash thing’?”

“Shut up!” Raja joked, laughing along with Bianca as they both set their bags onto the counter. “I tried, okay!”

“I’m sure you did, honey,” Bianca teased. “Pull out your phone and I’ll show you again how to do it.”

Retrieving her phone from her purse, Raja complained despite her ever present smile, “Still don’t understand how you figured it out before me.”

“Well, sweetheart,” Bianca mocked, “I might be shallow sometimes, but I’m not a complete idiot, at least not with my phone…or you.”

[rational-mastermind]

Day 4! Today’s lucky couple will be Chris and Claire!

--

I was quickly making my way down the corridors. A little skip to my step. It was a good day. I thought so at least. I saw Trilby coming down the hallway and waved the file I was carrying to him.

 “Yo! I got another case! Wanna-”

 “NO.” Trilby interrupted firmly, as he briskly hobbling past me on his crutches. “Not after last time, you don’t.”

 The crutches weren’t related to last time.

 “Well shit.” I pouted.

 I stuffed a hand into my pocket with a sigh.

 “Guess I’m flying solo.” I shrugged.

 “Chris?” I turned around and saw Claire poke her head out of her own office. “Who’s flying solo?”

 “Oh. Me. Mission.” I showed her the file I received. “Winchester. Witch. Demon. Me. Solo.”

 “..Oh no you’re not.” she shook her head warningly. “Uh-uh. Nope. That’s got bad vibes all over..”

 “Whatcha mean?”

 “I mean I may not predict the future, but this feels wrong.” she bit her lip in worry. “Hmm.. I wonder if Yarrow-”

 “Well.. You wanna tag along?” I offered.

 “I’m sorry?” she looked at me in confusion. “Me? Wh- wait, you mean- me??”

 I shrugged.

 “Well why not? I mean..” she pushed up her glasses and gave me an incredulous look. “No, come on, I’m serious. Why not?”

 “Chris.. I’m.. I-I don’t..” she fiddled with her glasses, looking uneasy. “Chris, I don’t... Go out in the- in the field too often. I just.. I just do paper work.”

 “Well then you should go with me!” I grinned. “Yeah, this would be awesome!”

 “I don’t...know...”

 “Aw, come on, Claire.” I gave her a hopeful look. “Just this once? It’s just one little demon! I mean, I could handle it myself, easily, but-”

 “No!” she suddenly blurted out and then looked more worried. “..You.. You really shouldn’t..”

 “Then you come with me. It’s a win win!”

 “How so?”

 “Well, you get to make sure I’m not alone...” I came up and kissed her hand. “And I get to spend time with you.”

I always loved the way Claire flushed whenever I did something nice for her. The way she fidgeted and stammered. It was just so cute! I was happier by the day that we ended up being together.

After Trilby wound up with Siobhan, I thought it was just gonna be something casual. Something simple and easy.. A way to blow off steam after work. But well.. After spending more and more time with Claire.. I’ve really warmed up to the idea of being more than just fuck buddies. Especially if it means seeing her get all flustered and cute. It wasn’t simple, but that was okay. It didn’t have to be.

Unlike this mission.

It was supposed to be simple.

It was supposed to just be some bitch in the woods, some stupid edgy teenager getting in over her head.

It didn’t have to be like this.

The client was a young teenage girl named Susan Medon who was, allegedly, just doing spooky shit in the woods. A small Blaire Witch kinda thing, where she scares her and her friends and accidentally summoned a real sonuva bitch.

Apparently Susan didn’t just do this kinda thing for shits and giggles.

Holy fuck the woman was as much a monster as the thing she summoned.

Susan Medon knew exactly what she was getting herself into. She wasn’t just in this for a good prank. She did this kinda thing for revenge.

According to Claire, who acted as a sort of medium for this mission, Susan had been practicing this kind of dark magic shit for a while now. She was good. Really good. And the poor idiots that were bullying her at school hadn’t realized that the poor little goth chick they made fun of was planning their demise.

Now we’re locked in its house. I say “it” because Susan is dead now. And whatever’s possessing her body now is in control. But even then that wasn’t my concern. Oh no no no.

It was the thing’s pets that I had problems with.

Hell hounds, and plenty of them. They were nasty things. And poor Claire was terrified.

“So what do we do now?” she asked, as we hid out in the kitchen, salt lining the doors and windows around us.

“I’m thinking. I’m thinking.” I was pacing, frantic.

I had to get her out of here safe. I didn’t know what all to do. I could coat my machete with salt, but that would only ward them off for a bit. And even then the salt would eventually wear off after a few good swings. And even then I didn’t know how to get her out. I could fight the demon, but it was a strong bitch. And that was only if I could find the thing before it jumped me. And that was only if the hell hounds didn’t get us when we stepped out of the door.

“Chris?”

“I’m thinking!”, I grabbed at my hair tugging.

“CHRIS!”

She tugged on my arms and I looked up. She was looking at the door and while my blood was turning to ice, I mirrored her.

There was a persistent scratching at the door and I could see bits of the salt being tugged at. One claw managed a good swipe at the flimsy white stuff and I heard a piercing whimper.

The fucking bastards were trying to dig in.

“Wasn’t salt supposed to work??” Claire asked. “I thought they’d get burned.”

“They don’t care.” I said, fear gripping me for the first in a long time. “Cause there’s more of them.”

 “Oh shit, Chris, what are we gonna do??”

“...Where’s that sink?”

I quickly go over and douse my trusty machete. I throw a dash of salt on it and then guide Claire to a corner.

“Stay here.”

“Chris?!”

I quickly poured the remaining salt in a circle around us. I looked at her sternly and cupped her cheek.

“Claire, stay safe.”

“Chris, no don’t-!”

I gave her a kiss goodbye and stepped out of the salt ring.

“Chris!!”

She grabbed my arm to pull me back in, but by then the barrier by the door was broken. Hell hounds busted down the door and she pulled back in fear. I readied my blade. Five large dogs, that’s 3 more than earlier. They circled around me, drool dribbling down on the floor and teeth barred. Their snarling was a deep, guttural noise that reverberated through the floor. Their bright red eyes pierced mine.

“Alright you disgusting mongrels.” I gritted my teeth. “WHO’S FIRST?!”

I began hacking and slashing as best as I could. The dogs winced and all but screamed in refreshing agony. But it wasn’t a solid victory on my part. After killing them, I was hurt. Badly. And I had just barely managed to kill the last one, its teeth just starting to pierce my soft fleshy shoulder. I pushed it off and weakly tugged my knife back out.

“CHRIS! Oh fuck!” Claire hurried out of the safety of the salt ring and rushed to my side. “Oh fuck fuck fuck, oh no no no, what do we-?! Are you- Wha-what do we-how do I-?!”

I was out of breath and losing blood fast. It was hard for me to keep my focus on the room.

“Claire.. Claire listen..” I felt my strength draining out of me. “You goda.. Hurry... Use.. m’blood.”

“What?? No- Chris, I need to get you patched up first.” She ripped off her jacket and used my blade to cut off a sleeve. I shakily raised a bloodied hand and dropped it on hers, hoping to stop her.

“No.. No Claire.. Y-ya godda... godda do the perfication...” I was slurring. My head was throbbing, the room was swimming and growing dark. There was a loud ringing in my ear. I knew I wasn’t gonna last long. “Do the perfication rin...”

“Chris!“

I passed out, only left dimly hoping she just did as told. I didn’t see the tears flowing down her face or the way she tried to shake me awake. I was left to the endless void of unconsciousness until later when I saw the result of what happened.

Apparently Claire can get crazy scary when she’s mad enough. Psychics, am I right? Honestly, seeing what grotesque and gruesome lengths she would go to for my sake is about the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

“And that was one of the best dates I’ve ever been on.” I concluded.

“Great... So why did you need to tell ME?” Trilby sighed, rubbing his eyes.

[dalgonachan]

Kiss It Better

member: Mingyu x reader

genre: fluff with a dash of angst, live-in partners, non-idol au (?)

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content

prompt: there's no doubt his kisses were all you needed to feel a whole lot better

word count: 1735

a/n: i had a hard time choosing what gif to put so pls don’t kill me

The comfort of lying in bed lessens the throbbing pain in your head. With eyes shut and breaths evened out, you try to keep your focus on achieving the state of relaxation you need. The silence, however, only seems to amplify the throbbing; you groan through clenched teeth.

"How much does it hurt?" The sound of Mingyu's husky voice fills your ears.

You want to tell him that your head feels like exploding, that you want to bang your head straight on a wall, that it hurt so much worse than hell. Instead, the pain restrains you from saying any more than two words.

"A lot." You reply weakly.

The bed dips and you feel Mingyu shuffling by your side. His hand rests warmly on your cheek for him to caress, then it trails upwards to your hair and runs his fingers through it. You let out a shaky sigh as you relished in the gentleness of his touch. Somehow, it helps you tolerate the headache.

"My poor baby," Mingyu mutters before placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"May you feel better soon, (Y/n)."

His hand stops to rest on your shoulder and you feel him scoot closer to press your foreheads together. A small smile forms on your lips, an expression that showed your content towards Mingyu's sweet little action. There was no doubt he had a healing kiss because, at that moment, you could feel the pain slowly subsiding.

Hot oil spatters out of the pan and lands on your arm, the brief scalding sensation making you yelp and hop away from the stove. Earlier today, you had asked Mingyu if he could teach you to cook which he immediately (and enthusiastically) complied. Now, he was laughing at you for being too afraid to come near the stove after being exposed to minuscule droplets of oil and a harmless burn.

"Stop laughing at me, you little shit!" You barked, but he only cackled even louder. "That actually hurt! I don't understand how you're able to withstand it."

"You're just weak." He teased and you glared at him. "Now come back here, you little shit. We're not done yet."

You shook your head and backed away. "Nuh-uh."

"Quit being such a scaredy-cat." It only took Mingyu a single stride for him to reach your arm and tug you back to his side. "You're all grown up already. You need to learn how to cook so that you can feed yourself without needing anybody's help."

"But it's so hot and my arm still hurts!" You whined, pouting at him while pointing at the spot the oil had hit.

"(Y/n), I literally don't see anything wrong with it." He said as he took you by the wrist and examined your arm.

"But it hurts." You insisted.

With an exasperated sigh, he pulled your arm next to his face and grazed his lips over the skin you claimed to have gotten burnt before turning to you and grumbling, "You're such a baby."

You flash him a cheeky grin. "But I'm your baby."

Sometimes, his kisses were all you needed even when unnecessary.

It takes a while before you finally decide what you're in the mood to wear. Grabbing your clothes, you toss them onto the bed while shutting the closet doors when—

"YAAA!" Mingyu jumps out of hiding and scares you shitless.

Startled, you shriek and accidentally bump into the closet. You don't need the loud thud to tell you how hard the impact was because you've already fallen to the floor while cradling your knee.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!" Mingyu hurriedly gets down to your side, regret and worry on his face as he looks down at your writhing figure.

"You fucking son of a bitch, do I look like I'm okay?!" You yell and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from slapping him. "I'm going to get a bad bruise and it's all your fault!"

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." He sounds so genuinely apologetic that it washes away all your anger. "I'm going to get some ice. Just stay here, okay?"

With that, he leaves the room and you listen to the echo of his footsteps trudging down the stairs.

"I don't think I'm going anywhere, Mingyu." You mutter with a chuckle as you manage to get off the ground and prop yourself on the bed.

Lifting your leg, you observe the dark-hued discoloration beginning to bloom on your knee. The swelling pain makes you cringe and you bite down on your lip to keep from hissing. Soon, Mingyu returns with an ice pack in hand and he kneels before you to place it on the fresh bruise. The sharp coldness on the injury causes your lips to knit into nothing but a thin line on your visage.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)." He says, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes, pouting all the while with his lower lip jutting out.

"It's alright. You didn't mean it." You shrug nonchalantly, brushing his forehead free from hair then flicking it. "Just don't do it again, you idiot."

He flinches back in surprise, then nods while grinning sheepishly. "Yes, yes. I won't. I'm sorry."

Seconds later, Mingyu lifts the ice pack away to look at the bruise forming on your skin; you grimace at the sight of red and purple clotting right below the surface. Carefully, he lowers his lips until they delicately make contact with your knee. You don't feel anything due to the numbness caused by the ice, but you're pretty sure that kiss was just as good as any remedy—maybe, even better.

Soreness; it's the first thing you feel throughout your entire body when you wake up. The urge to immerse yourself in a hot shower reels your head off the pillow, but you wince halfway through sitting up by a twinge on your shoulder. To make things worse, the supposedly short-lived pain eventually flares into a nonstop stinging sensation. Wondering what the hell was bothering you so early in the morning, you look over to check on it and discover a huge hickey just right above your shoulder blade.

Last night was a blur thanks to all the alcohol, but you can still clearly recall making love with Mingyu. His canines were something you were fully aware of, but you had absolutely no idea how damn hard he could bite. You trace your fingers over the love mark and let out a whimper, partly out of shock and of pain.

Just then, your attention shifts to the man lying next to you who's stirred from his sleep. You watch him stretch out his arms and legs as he heaves a long and deep yawn. It takes a while before his eyes flutter open and he sees you staring, a silly smile lighting up his already handsome features to greet you good morning. However, the smile drops when he sees you rubbing the area he had bitten and instantly, he's up to take a look at it too.

"Does it hurt that bad?" Mingyu asks, furrowing his brows.

"Pretty much, yeah." You try to sound as casual as possible to make him less worried about it. "Hickeys last for only a few days though, so it's nothing."

He doesn't say anything, but the disapproving frown on his face speaks for himself. Seconds later, his strong arms wrap you in warmth as he pecks the skin he had nipped the night before. The desire of a hot shower is long forgotten as the two of you retreat into the covers once again.

It wasn't supposed to be much of a big deal, yet here you were bawling your eyes out on the couch. You were caught in the pounding rain on the way home and in your rush, failed to notice that you had dropped the keyring Mingyu had given you years ago. Most people would simply shrug it off and get on with their lives, but for you, that Mickey Mouse keyring possessed great sentimental value; it served as a reminder of the time you and Mingyu celebrated your first anniversary as a couple.

Back then, he had surprised you a few days before that you were going on a trip to Hong Kong Disneyland. The sudden announcement made your jaw drop from utter disbelief, especially because of the fact that he had paid so much and you were going out of the country just to celebrate your first anniversary together. It was a one week vacation, but the events in Disneyland were the only memories that stayed with you after you left Hong Kong. You had so much fun that Mingyu decided to buy you the keyring as a souvenir and you've never stopped using it ever since... until you lost it out of pure carelessness.

"It's alright, (Y/n). Look at me, I'm not mad at all." Mingyu said, trying to console you from your distress.

"But you gave that to me on our first year together and... and... now, it's gone forever!" You wailed in between hiccups caused by ceaseless sobbing. "I probably look like an idiot for crying over a keyring, but I'm an even bigger idiot for losing it!"

Your lament makes you cry even harder as Mingyu encases you into a soothing hug. It successfully pacifies your sadness and soon enough, your bawling gradually turns into sniffles.

"Are you still upset about it?" Mingyu puts his hands on either side of your face to wipe away your tears with his thumbs.

"Yeah." You respond in a quavering voice.

"Will it be possible for me to kiss it better?" He asks; his eyes are focused on you, but you catch them flicker to your lips for a split second.

It was a simple and innocent question, yet it was more than enough to lift your spirits. You smile at him affectionately and lightly giggle. "Well, there was never a time your kisses never worked, so go ahead."

He grins mirthfully, a charming sight adorning his gorgeous visage, making you fall for him ten times over again. Without further ado, your lips touch and it sparks a feeling so magical that you melt into each other. Your heartbeat quickens the same way your breaths do and in that blissful moment, you could already feel him curing you of melancholy.

[dolantmego]

The Fallout

Summary: You've got the chance of a lifetime. Directing the Broadway premiere of an original script. But your two lead actors throw you for a loop. Especially when Ethan Dolan shows up and just about makes your knees go weak. Professional integrity and family drama? What could go wrong?

Warnings: None really. Mention of an impure thought and some family trauma. Not graphic!

A/N: So this is the first part of a series I’m considering, or maybe its just a one shot. I’m not sure. I was feeling inspired. I hope you all like it? (also this is like 10 pages in Word that is CrAZy) The lines are POV changes? I hope that reads?? I didn’t want to write it in, I was hoping it would come across. We’ll see I guess.

Another opnin’...another show…

Slowly the space begins to fill with people. Some are running around in various states of dress, multiple men are swinging around swords, sounds of tools echo through the expansive area, carts and flats are being pushed from side to side and getting tucked away in corners. You take a deep breath try to expel the morning out of your body, the smell of hairspray, wood, and coffee was usually a comforting one. Usually.

A small girl brushes past you--chased by a small boy who almost knocks you over. And slowly the well oiled machine around you begins to fall apart. The children dash under racks of clothes, crew members are swerving around them with furniture, dancers trip and fall, all while the two children continue dashing around maddeningly.

“Edith! Parker! Slow down!” The resident stage mom, chases after the two children with their mic packs. Usually you’d laugh and enjoy watching the older woman try to wrangle the two kids together. But today? Today you definitely weren’t having it.

You look over to your stage manager--LJ--and your lips press into a hard line. The woman, thank god, already has her lips on the god mic. Her booming voice comes through the speakers in the theatre and everything comes to a halt. Except for you, stepping through the crowd to come to the front of the stage.

“Parker and Edith Dolan to the front of the stage please. Parker and Edith Dolan.” 

You turn around and give a thumbs up to LJ in the back of the theatre who nods back. She goes straight back into her conversation with the lighting designer who is pointing around and making angry gestures at the catwalk. A brief sense of relief fills you, yes your producer fucked your morning up, but LJ dealt with more crap in a day than you think you could ever handle.

The two children appear next to you suddenly, both already in costume. Edith has her arms crossed over her chest and a grumpy expression over her face. Parker is smirking not so subtly. The two shared the same dark hair and pretty eyes, both were beautiful kids. But their attitudes were really starting to grate at your nerves. Just as you open your mouth to settle the situation, the stage mom comes running up along with your assistant--who looks like a deer in headlights as always.

“I am so sorry Y/N. It won’t happen again. They got away from me and I’ve already called their mother, but she is out of town so their father is on his way but he lives in New Jersey so it is going to take some time. The two brats are fighting again.” She gives them a hard look, “Not that they ever aren’t being awful. Couple of spoiled monsters who can’t control themselves if you ask me.” The children look off to opposite sides of the room and you wrinkle your eyebrows. This really wasn’t what you were in the mood for today. And the glorified babysitter seemed to only be getting worse at her job. You hold up a hand so that nobody else talks and turn back around to call to LJ again.

“LJ! Can you draft up this young woman’s severance papers. Her voice is starting to get on my nerves.” LJ doesn’t even look up from her cue book and gives you another thumbs up. You turn back around and move your ‘shut up’ hand into the woman’s face, who has already begun spluttering. Your assistant hands you your phone and you smile at her, “Thank you. If you could go work with LJ on her schedule for today that would be great.” Your assistant--is it bad that you couldn’t remember her name? The poor thing barely ever spoke--nods and takes off toward the back of the theatre. You put your hand in front of the woman’s face back around the cup of coffee you’re carrying and take the moment of silence to take a small sip of the warm drink. Your eyes never leave her’s, though you know the entire company is staring at the two of you.

“Why are you still here?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“You can’t just fire me! My voice isn’t a good reason! I could sue!” She sneers the last word and tries to get up in your face, but you take this opportunity to take another sip of your coffee. The cup goes up in the air between the two of you and she stumbles back like you’ve hit her. Ah ever the undiscovered actress.

You motion to the two kids behind the woman, who both look enraptured with the scene unfolding in front of them. The argument they were having before clearly forgotten as Parker steps in front of his sister. The kids had turned on a dime, one minute they were acting like the 7 and 11 year old you knew them to be, and the next they looked like they’d seen war. Though both of them were in show business, so they probably had. At least you hoped that’s what it was. Haunted looks in children’s eyes were somehow always 1,000 times worse than in anyone else’s.

“You can’t keep an eye on two children. You’re constantly seeking attention and causing issues. You’re a distraction. And I just witnessed you calling them names. Collect your things. Children with me please.” And with that you turned and headed into the audience to the table set up for you to take notes at. Parker takes his sister’s hand and follows behind you quietly. They stand on the opposite side of the table and watch as you sit down and lay out your notebooks and papers for the day.

“We didn’t know she called our parents.” Parker says. His voice was strong for someone so young and you nod, motioning for him to continue talking. “Edith and I were just playing. She told us we weren’t aloud to leave our dressing room at all. But we’ve been here since 8.”

“We were bored.” Edith speaks for the first time and you nod at her. That woman should have been fired weeks ago. You refrain from dragging a hand over your face, the kids hadn’t done anything wrong. Not really. Well they had, but after seeing who had been ‘taking care of them’ in action, you really couldn’t blame them for acting up. You fold your hands in front of you and lean over the table.

“I understand. I’m sure it is very boring for the both of you right now. However, I don’t believe in treating my younger actors like babies. We keep a stage hand with you both so that you don’t get injured around the others. I expect you to listen to them. Running around like you both were isn’t safe. It puts you in danger. The other actors. All the tech people. I know you both are better than that.” You raise an eyebrow and they both nod. The kids were fantastic actors, which was why you had cast them as leads, but they were some of the most curious, adventure-seeking, accident prone kids you’d ever met. “Okay. Now that we’ve got that over with I want to talk to you both about the end of act two? The scene wh--” You’re cut off by the sound of theatre doors behind you flying open.

The kids lean around you and their eyes go wide. A tall man comes stalking down the aisle toward the three of you. LJ stands and rushes over, your assistant scrambles to him as well, and you recognise him as the father you’d met a handful of times. The two women slow his descent toward you considerably, giving you enough time to stand and right yourself.

“Mr. Dolan. I’m sorry about calling you away from work, your children--” He cuts you off as he gets closer.

“Parker. Edith. Lobby. Now.” The kids give you a sheepish look as they brush past you and down the aisle.

“Excuse me Mr. Dolan, I’m LJ the stage manager. We’ve met a couple of times. Of course you remember the director, Y/N. I understand they are your children, but we are about to start rehearsal. You can’t just--” He cuts LJ off with a dark look. And she shuts her mouth immediately. He’s tall, dark, and definitely intimidating. She looks straight to you and you shake your head, motioning that you’ve got this. She throws her hands up in the air and huffs before walking off back to her station at the back of the auditorium. Edith and Parker have halted about halfway up the aisle, curious as ever. Now the man turns his wrath on you.

“Y/N, right? The voice message I was left by you all was completely unfounded. How dare you? They’re just kids! Of course they’re going to get bored. You’re supposed to keep an eye on them. Their contract--” You hold up your hand to cut him off like you had done earlier and his eyes blaze with furry. They were the same eyes that the children had. It would have made you smile, if the eyes across from you now didn’t hold so much hatred.

“Mr. Dolan--” you start

“Ethan.”

“Ethan.” You put your hand down and try a soft smile. “I’m sorry to hear that the phone call you were given was so inappropriate. That staff member has been taken care of. But I will ask you kindly not to use that tone with my stage manager or I. We, like your children, haven’t done anything wrong. The situation is being sorted out. The children are fine, and I’m sure would like to stay for the rehearsal.” You wave at the children up the row who are both nodding and look to your assistant. “Take them backstage and get them fitted for their mics.” She nods and smiles warmly at the children, who follow her quickly.

Ethan settles a bit and looks around awkwardly. You motion for him to take a seat next to where you had been sitting with the children. You didn’t want an angry parent leaving the building, god forbid you give your producer something else to bitch about. He taps his foot nervously and you wonder where the cool, confident man you’d spoken to over the phone multiple times had gone.

“Your children are very talented.” You offer casually, feeling the uncomfortable silence seeping into your skin. He seemed frazzled at about at his wits end, so you’d let him start the serious conversation if he felt the need.

“My children?” The confusion in his voice throws you off. Realization dawns on his handsome face. “No they aren’t mine. Eadie and Parks are my niece and nephew.” Your face screws up in momentary confusion. They look just like him. “They’re my twin brother Grayson’s kids.” He clarifies with a small smile, “They’re great, sadly not mine.”

That made sense, you could see the differences between the men now. The other Mr. Dolan was a bit bigger than the one in front of you, he had a darker tan too. But Ethan had a sort of genuine air about him that his brother lacked when speaking to you. Grayson had been cool and suave in front of you, a goofy dad with his kids--loud as fuck, but the demeanor Grayson had flashed in front of your eyes wasn’t one that held your interest for long. Not that both of them men weren’t handsome, bit you felt yourself getting far more attached to Ethan than you ever were with his brother. It felt like small tethers had formed in the air between the two of you and had slowly began connecting the longer you stood close.

Despite his wistful smile about the children, Ethan carried a small sadness behind his eyes and it makes your heart ache. How such a beautiful man wasn’t already snached up in the 2.5 kids, white picket fence, american dream you had no idea. Suddenly you’re sucked into the thought of what that would look like with the man sitting across from you, and you don’t know it, but he’s thinking the same thing. Would they have Ethan’s eyes? Yours? What would he look like holding such a small baby in his large arms? What would it feel like to be held in his large arms?

You shake that last thought off quickly. It had been too long since you’d been out, you’d definitely let this production take over far too much of your life. Quickly you stand and he does the same, both of you now standing awkwardly in the middle of the theatre.

“Well. It was nice to meet you Mr. Dolan. But I have to be off to start rehearsal.” You hold out your hand for him to shake and he engulfs your small hand in his large one. The warmth and slight roughness to his skin makes you feel things that were definitely not appropriate for this moment in time. Electricity charges between the two of you, and it is Ethan who pulls away quickly this time. Your eyes widen and you rub your hands on your pants nervously. He has got to go. Now.

Right?

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Ethan hadn’t planned on all of this for the day. He had to cancel his meetings after assuming that he’d have to pull the children out of the entire production and drag their asses back to New Jersey. Luckily he’d even been in town today otherwise he didn’t know what he would have done. Not that he told the woman on the phone that. The ‘I have to drive all the way from New Jersey’ card usually got him intimidation points from other adults. He learned that early on with the two kids.

He didn’t expect the phone call, but what he certainly didn’t expect was to run into the gorgeous director his brother had told him about, Y/N. Grayson had flirted with you on many occasions according to what he told Ethan, but ‘the woman is an ice wall bro.’ Ice wall was far from what Ethan was getting from the beautiful woman. You were hard and strong, sure. And Grayson always liked the sweet women. Ethan liked all women to an extent, but the ones that kept him interested the longest--more than a couple of hours--were the ones he knew could hold their own. And you most definitely had. He was sure he look terrifying barreling down the aisle like a barbaric wall of muscle. The thought almost makes him flush, but he knew he’d do anything for those kids.

He watches you carefully when you stand, ready to rush off away from him he’s sure. Ethan opens his mouth to say goodbye, but stops when he has a better idea. For some reason he’s suddenly very attached to the idea of spending more time with you. And luckily his guardianship of the munchkins currently backstage provided him the perfect opportunity to do so. Besides, if what you’d done earlier when ordering people around with that cool, strong-- and dare he say it--sexy as fuck tone was gonna happen again? Well he really wanted to be around for that.

“Actually. I’m already in the city, and traffic is going to be hell to get out by now. I was wondering if I could stay and watch the kids?” He smiles his most charming smile and hopes it works, because if he could stay, then you would have to take a lunch break at some point right?

“I’m sorry, but these are closed rehearsals.” A voice sounds off behind him and Ethan whips around to see the short woman dressed in all black with her hands on her hips. Shes got 2 pencils in her hair and a headset around her neck, along with the fury of god in her eyes. Ethan turns back around to you quickly and softens his eyes a bit, hoping the look of hope will bring your pity out.

And oh does it work.

“LJ I’m sure it’s not too much trouble. Right? If Mr. Dolan sits in the back? He did have to come in all the way from New Jersey?” Ethan catches the look you give to the other woman, LJ, who rolls her eyes and throws her hands up again like she did before.

“Whatever! God forbid I have control over my own fucking rehearsal.” She mumbles before halting off to the stage to get actors into places. Ethan tenses up a bit, but when he notices the amusement on your face it’s an instant relaxer. The small smile on your lips and sly look in your eyes made his chest tighten, from the leader, to flustered, to the little minx you’re being now, he was sure he wanted to see what you were like all the time. Everyday.

Fuck. Where did that come from?

Ethan usually likes to shake off thoughts like that. After seeing what Grayson and his wife went through, he was far from interested in getting caught up in the same thing. His little brother, his twin, Ethan’s real other half, had suffered so much dealing with that relationship. Neither of the boys ever said her name, the children only vaguely remembered her. Thank god. He’d never forget the call he’d gotten from Grayson. All the looks their little family had gotten afterword. But Grayson was finally starting to get his groove back, Ethan, Cam, and their mom were helping with the kids, and Parker and Edith seemed to be recovering. They were doing their best.

Standing in front of you made Ethan almost giddy. Watching Gray fall apart like he did kept Ethan far from wanting any woman for more than a night or two. If that. It had been 5 years since everything had gone down. He hadn’t been interested in anybody really. Women had tried, and Ethan was no saint. But committing to more than a night sounded like a suicide mission.  But, he felt drawn to you in ways he’d never felt with anyone before. He found himself desiring to make you smile. To play with your hair. To see what you look like in the morning. Under him. On top of him.

His thoughts were getting out of hand.

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Why in the hell had you asked LJ to let him stay? You want to kick yourself, but the hopeful look on his face brings butterflies to your stomach. He does look really sweet. Exhausted and frazzled, but sweet.

“You can sit anywhere you’d like as long as you’re quiet.” You offer him a small smile, and instead of opting to sit in another row he sits right back down in the seat next to yours. You stiffen slightly before holding back a laugh, and take your spot next to him. It felt very fitting. LJ comes walking back downstage and gives you a thumbs up, you grab your notebook and return the gesture, pen in hand.

The lights in the theatre blink to notify the designers to sit and you settle back, comforted in the moments of peace before the show starts. You’d always loved this moment. The room goes quiet and there is a hint of promise in the air for what is to come. It was one of the things that connects you to your job. The idea that everything happens right there before everyone’s eyes, you get one shot. One chance. That’s it. Holding what becomes your baby up for everybody to see is terrifying, which was part of the reason why you kept such a hard ass persona on. It helped gain you respect and get you where you are today.

LJ calls for go, actors enter, and you are instantly scribbling notes down on paper. Frantically writing while trying not to look away from the action onstage. Usually your assistant took your notes, but you had sent her backstage to keep an eye on the children. So you were back to the messy scribbles you’d have to decipher at the end of the day.

During the stumble through, designers come up to you and there are discussions about costumes and lights, sound and sets. You peak over at Ethan and watch him react to the show, but he must notice that you’re looking at him because he turns to you openly and smiles. Just as you’re about to open your mouth to ask what  he thinks, the costume designer taps on your shoulder and starts talking wigs on Edith at the same time the sound designer is asking your thoughts on a crash box vs a recording. You hold up a hand to the costumer and turn to answer the other designer, and Ethan snorts. It almost breaks your cool for a moment. Almost.

A while later you all have finally stumbled through to intermission, and that marks lunch break. You sigh back into your chair tiredly. This was one of the most stressful productions you’ve worked on. You’d never done a premiere before. So here you had nothing to go off of other than your own thought baby. Which at times was great, other times you found yourself overwhelmed and exhausted.

“That was amazing.” Ethan says, you turn and look at him underneath the hand that had floated to cover your eyes. You smile at him tiredly, it really was a great show. You had no doubts. You’d worked hard, but you had rules about talking to other people about the work you’d done. Always give everyone else credit before yourself.

“Everyone is doing a really great job. It’s a fantastic crew of people. If you’ll excuse me for a moment I have notes to give before we release for lunch.” You give a hand signal to LJ who has her crew round up the actors. You smile at Ethan before hoping up with your notebook and strutting through the theatre like you owned the place.

The extra sway to your hips may or may not have been on purpose.

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Ethan watches as you sashay away from him and up onstage. He sits back in his seat and grins. The way you move so confidently just screamed sex to him. He stops. Again. Not an appropriate thought you dickwad. He holds back a groan when you start snapping at some of the actors for fooling around. He watches as you go through things and explain things to people, almost like a teacher fantasy come to life.

What the hell.

When did he turn back into a horny 19 year old kid? Everything you did just made him want to grab you, or let you grab him? Fuck he really wasn’t sure. He decides to focus on his phone instead of you up onstage, do to the impending possibility of a poorly placed boner.

12 missed calls from Grayson

37 texts from Grayson

Fuck. Ethan quickly opens his phone to texts from his brother freaking out about the kids. Ethan hadn’t texted him back after he’d called Gray to explain that he probably had to go remove the kids from the premises. Just as Ethan starts to text, he gets an incoming call from his brother.

“Hello?” Ethan whispers quietly.

“Hello? HELLO? THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME RIGHT NOW ETHAN? WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KIDS? WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL? YOU SAID YOU WOULD CALL.” Grayson got like this a lot with Edith and Parker. Not that Ethan could blame him. He winces at the sound of his brother’s voice cracking on the other end. He’d really been messed up waiting to hear from Ethan.

“I’m sorry! I’m in the theatre right now. It was a misunderstanding. They let me stay to watch the kids perform dude. I’m sorry I didn’t call. They’re okay.” Ethan quickly pulls his phone away from his ear to snap a picture of the two of them for his brother. Right at the moment where Y/N is bending down next to them. Ethan almost groans. You’re beautiful. Strong. And you’re perfect with the two little lights of his life? Fuck fuck fuck.

Ethan can practically hear the tension slip out of Grayson’s body over the phone when the picture sends. He gets up and slips into the lobby as to not disturb the rest of the rehearsal. He doesn’t tell Grayson, but he saves that picture too. The three of you were smiling at each other and the kids looked enraptured with you, somehow Ethan already knew how they felt.

“You should see them up there Gray. They look great.” Ethan can finally talk at a normal level in the lobby, and he straightens to get some walking in after sitting for so long. Grayson sighs on the other end of the line.

“I’m not sure if that was a dig at my ability as a father or a genuine statement Ethan.” He says quietly. Ethan looks down at his feet, truthfully it had been both. But he’d never tell Grayson that. The kids didn’t want to leave New Jersey and Gray was running the  LA branch of their production company. It wasn’t like he’d run off, but still. You could see that they missed their dad.

“No Gray,” Ethan takes a deep breath to hold back the tight feeling in his chest. How had they gotten here? “I just wanted to tell you how wonderful they’re doing. Everyone here loves them. Y/N thinks they’re fantastic actors.” When Grayson responds Ethan can hear the emotion in his voice, he misses his kids. But Grayson was the one with the contacts and the ‘in’ in LA. Ethan had tried, but his branch and contacts were here. Thriving at opposite ends of the country was hard enough for the twins, but Grayson also lost his kids in the mix.

“They are great kids.” Grayson comes through the line quietly and Ethan nods even though his brother can’t see him. They had more tense conversations like this one than not these days. Both taking out their frustration with the separation and distance on each other. Ethan knows things will be more normal when Gray comes back into town for a visit, but the tried look never really leaves his brother’s eyes.

Its at that moment when the double doors to the theatre bust open and a two kids pop out from the other side, making a mad dash for Ethan.

“Uncle E! You stayed to watch!”

“Did you like it E-tee?”

“Did you see me in the air? With the thing and I went woosh?”

“Can you hold me?”

The last one had come from Edith, also occasionally dubbed E, after her uncle. Ethan brightens instantly when the kids bombard him and scoops up Edith in his arms, letting Parker attach to his other side. They looked so much like Grayson to Ethan, but Gray saw so much of their mother sometimes it hurt.

“Hey! There are my monsters, my little loves! Guess who's on the phone and wants to hear all about today?” He nuzzles Edith’s face and she squeals, Parker instantly reaches up for the phone and grabs it out of Ethan’s hand.

“DAD!” Parker yells into the phone, and Edith is already squirming out of his arms and running over to her brother--who’s already got his dad on facetime.

“Guys! Share!” Ethan shakes his head as they continue to argue over the phone, before Edith finally wrestles it out of her brother’s hands and takes a seat on one of the lobby chairs. Parker huffs and squeezes in beside her while she rambles on about something that happened earlier.

“You seem to get them pretty well,” a voice from Ethan’s dreams rings behind him and he smiles before even turning around.

“I was there when they were born. I’ve been here ever since. They have a special place in my heart.” He shrugs and turns to face you, “Thanks for walking them out. What time do they have to be back from lunch?”

“They get a long break right now while the adult actors come back for the knife training. Which none of us are needed for. So I was actually wondering if I might join you all?” Ethan smiles even brighter at your question, which makes you smile back. Your smile makes his chest feel weird, but not the same way that the conversation with his brother had. This was different, warmer. And it warms him even more when you blush lightly.

“Lunch it is.”

[relaxedreptile]

It’s On Me

Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader

A/N: This was loosely based on a request. I’m sorry for the large gaps between posts, I’m trying to get used to my new classes and new schedules. My schedule will semi-permanently clear up after this weekend as an ongoing project will be finished up. Please be patient!

Happy Valentine’s Day.

For the first time in two years, your alarm clock fails to wake you up.

It actually woke your roommate up instead and they, bless their soul, shook your shoulder while you were lost in your imagination, dreaming about passing grades.

You were only five minutes late to start but that screwed up the entire floor’s shower schedule and some asshole from down the hall decided to steal the last stall, leaving you to watch as the mirrors fogged up due to the shower you were not taking yourself.

That knocked you another ten minutes behind schedule.

You threw on the first set of clothes you found on the floor that you deemed clean enough, grabbed your keys and ducked out the door.

You hated yourself for it, but knew you wouldn’t regret it as you walked into the coffee shop on campus.

No matter how late you were going to be (and how embarrassing it would be to stroll into class late, coffee in hand), you knew future-you would appreciate some caffeine.

You tapped your foot in line, trying to decide what to order. You settled on a plain latte, knowing it would take less time to make than the other things on the menu.

You reached for your wallet to pull out the five dollars you would need to pay, your stomach dropping when you realized you had left it back in your dorm. 

Trying to gain the courage to walk out without ordering anything (and after sitting in line probably looking like an impatient bitch), you looked around to see if anyone was watching you.

“Good morning!”

Just your luck! You were next in line.

You stepped in front of the counter, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to make the most apologetic face you could muster. You felt extremely awkward in this situation and knew you had to make this quick to make sure you didn’t hold up the line any further. It didn’t help that the barista taking your order was extremely cute and had the most endearing dimple.

“Uh, good morning. Sorry, I must’ve left my wallet back at my dorm… I’m sorry for holding you up.”

“Don’t worry about it, that happens to everyone at least once. What can I get for you?”

You stared at the boy in front of you. Did he understand what you were saying?

“I don’t-”

“Have any money,” he finished, “I know, but that’s alright! I could never deny anyone their daily dose of caffeine.”

“Are you sure?” Accepting this offer would go against every manner in the book but your eyes were already starting to droop from drowsiness.

The barista named Chris, according to his name tag, flashed you his dimple one more time.

“It’s on me.”

With a little bit of extra leg power, you made it to class on time. Your teacher was five minutes late anyways, but that just gave you a little bit of time to enjoy your latte, your name written in neat, curvy letters on the side of the cup.

You had never really understood the hype around coffee, especially when it just meant waking up even earlier to get it. You still didn’t understand why people went out of their way to get their hands on this stuff, when seeing a barista smile was all you needed to instantly forget about your rough morning.

“You’ve never seen him around?” You asked your roommate.

“The only Chris I know on campus is blond and has no dimples in sight, maybe he uses a nickname?”

“But wouldn’t Chris be a nickname?”

Your roommate shrugged and handed you a couple of your shirts that had gotten mixed up in their clothing.

“No matter what his name is, he has to be a student here if he was working at the shop. Just keep an eye out, you’re always holed up in bed anyways.”

You scoffed but didn’t say anything, knowing they had a point.

“I saw a flyer outside of the bathrooms, some music group is performing at the coffee shop tomorrow night. It’s not a party! So you can’t give me the same excuse as always and who knows, maybe this is your chance to find your mystery boy.”

“What are the chances he’s going to have the same open mindset as you and want to check out this random group?”

“Believe it or not, Y/N, most people like trying new things in college.”

“Are you sure I look alright?”

You stared at yourself in the mirror hanging on the back of the door (technically your roommate’s), scrutinizing your outfit and pulling at the accessories you had added on to the outfit.

“You’re never this insecure about the way you look,” your roommate noticed. “Is it because you’re going to be reunited with your mystery man?” They teased.

You laughed along with them, brushing the statement off. Right now, you were just excited to spend the night with a friend. They were right about you not going out too often but you wanted to make sure you made a good first impression on your campus’ night life, especially if everyone was going to be the kind of person who listened to an amateur music group.

“What did you say the name of the group was?”

“3RACHA, I found some of their music on SoundCloud and they’re not too bad but I’m not a big fan of rap.”

“You’re telling me we’re going out to a cafe to listen to a bunch of college kids rap?”

“Technically the youngest one is still in high school.”

“You’ve really done your research,” you teased.

You dashed out of your dorm room before your roommate could throw anything at you.

The two of you had made it just in time for the lights to be lowered for dramatic effect, grabbing one of the last open tables and settling in quickly so as not to disturb the surrounding silence.

“I didn’t know they had so many fans,” said your roommate, referring to the large number of people who had come to listen.

Before you could agree, the two of you were shushed by a nearby table. 

Two short guys walked onto the makeshift stage in the back corner of the cafe, catching everyone’s attention desire their small statures. 

The shortest one had a cap pulled down so low you couldn’t even see his eyes and instead had to focus on the sharp jawline that was framed by jet black hair and shaved sides. The boy following behind him had a jawline to match, but chubby cheeks to go with it. While his looks may have contradicted it, he had a confident air about him. He shot a smirk into the crowd before he started talking and you swore you could hear someone gasp at the gesture.

“Uh… thank you all for coming out tonight! We’re 3RACHA as you can tell by all the posters,” he scratched the back of his head, “my name’s Ji-J.One and this is-”

“SpearB,” the shortest boy growled, clearly agitated by the fact that he almost didn’t get to introduce himself.

“We’ve got three new songs to show you guys and if you like them enough you can listen to them on Soundcloud! Our first song is called ‘Runner’s High’ and was produced by the one and only-”

“CB97.”

Everyone in the crowd turned their heads to watch the last boy run up onto stage, microphone in hand and dimple in full view.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, trying to get your roommate’s attention before you were shushed yet again and the music started.

The song wasn’t bad at all, kind of impressive actually considering it was made by a couple of college boys with the help of one still in high school. If you weren’t in the back of a dark cafe surrounded by what seemed to be kind of die-hard fans, you’d go on your phone right now and find a way to download it.

You didn’t catch the title of the next song but your friend next to you visibly perked up when mystery-cafe-boy shouted out some of their favorite JYP artists. You knew this detail would win their approval of “CB97”, if you ever got the balls to go up to him after this.

Thank god (and your roommate) for picking today to give you the confidence boost you needed to go out.

“Are you gonna go up and talk to him?” 

The two of you were awkwardly sitting at your table, watching as the cafe started to close up and the trio started putting away their laptop and speakers.

Your friend had to stifle a laugh when you told them how CB97 was oddly familiar and made sure to mention that you should thank them by paying for dinner tomorrow night. 

“It’s not like I know him! What do you expect me to say, ‘hey, I’m the one who you gave a coffee to for free the other day because I was dumb enough to forget my wallet’?”

Your roommate shrugged and looked over to the three boys who were obviously ready the leave. 

One second they were there sitting next to you and the next they were up on their feet heading directly for “J.One”. 

You had no time to react or ask them what the fuck they were doing and they were too far away for you to eavesdrop on as you watched them out of your peripheral vision, looking away slightly to not seem so obvious. 

You watched as the two other rappers walked over to your roommate and joined the conversation and you chose that exact moment to look directly at “SpearB” to try and read his lips, making eye contact with him. 

He smiled at you asked your roommate a question right after, causing the whole group to turn and look at you. 

You were already on your feet before your friend had a chance to wave you over. 

You were extra mindful of anything discarded on the floor that you could potentially trip on and end up making a fool of yourself. 

After introducing yourself (your eyes only flicking to Chris’ for a second) your roommate took over. 

“This one was raving at the table about your guys’ music.” 

Only internally.

“What was your favorite song?” Chris asked you. 

While your heart fluttered, your mind was clear and when you told him it was “Runner’s High” he seemed pleased with himself. 

“This was our first time performing it live, we’ve been working on it for weeks trying to perfect it,” SpearB admitted. 

“I’m glad I came out to hear the finished product.”

“This one here never gets out of the dorm, always studying or doing homework.”

“He’s the same way,” SpearB revealed, gesturing towards Chris. 

The barista-by-day, music producer-by-night looked sheepish, scratching the back of his neck. 

“If he’s not working on his own song, he’s helping us with one of our own. We probably get really annoying, actually.”

“Not at all, I like working! Music is what I love.”

“How long have you guys been doing this?” You asked. 

J.One told you it’s only been a few months since they started posting their music but that they’ve been working on it basically all their lives, even if it wasn’t necessarily together. When SpearB and Chris were placed in a dorm room together randomly and both of them needed help moving in their equipment, it was basically love at first sight. 

“We found Jisung at an open mic event one night or another and invited him into what we were trying to start up.”

“Jisung?” Your roommate was staring holes into the boy in front of them.

“At your service,” Jisung replied with his cheeks flushed pink.

“I’m Changbin and this is-”

“Chan,” he waved to your roommate before turning to you. “But we’ve already met.”

“You actually went out for once?” Jisung teased the boy. 

“Not quite, I made her a latte a few days ago.”

“Not only that, but he refused to let me pay.”

“If I remember correctly, you had forgotten your wallet.”

“This is the one?” Changbin smirked. 

“You told them about the most embarrassing moment of my life?” You played up the dramatics. 

“He practically wouldn’t shut up about how cute you were, I’m surprised he didn’t write a-”

“Jisung! Changbin! How about I help you two bring your stuff back to your dorm?”

“It’s only a couple-”

“Nonsense, see it as payment for your performance. You can tell me all about the next project you’re working on!”

Leaving you and Chris...Chan...CB97 alone in the middle of the cafe save for the lone employee screwing around in the back, your roommate took both of the other boys by the arm and dragged them outside with their things. 

“So,” you broke the silence, “how many fake names do you actually have?”

The boy in front of you laughed, a high-pitched chuckle finding itself out in the air. 

“Chris is like, my English name, it’s on my documents as a first name while Chan is written as like, a middle.”

“An English name?”

“I’m from Australia. Chan is my Korean name but I basically use them interchangeably, hence the name tag.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say after that, not wanting to make a joke about having multiple names and somehow insult him with any possible ignorance. 

“You came out of your dorm for this?”

You smiled, laughing a little to yourself at the fact that a part of you was hoping you might see your mystery boy again if you came. 

“My roommate saw a flyer and looked you guys up,” Chan grimaced. “They only had good things to say, I swear! But I wanted to see what all the fuss was about and came out too.”

Chan’s gaze fell to the floor as he fiddled with his thumbs. 

“Do you plan on going out again any time soon?”

You cocked your head to the side, kind of confused by his question. 

“Maybe, if you are, I could come along?”

You giggled at the implication, nodding and laughing again when Chan looked visibly relieved at your answer. 

“I can give you my number and we’ll find a time where we’re both free and actually willing to leave our work behind.”

“I’ll make sure to take a couple of long breaks.”

Wanna meet me after my shift and we can go out somewhere?

As long as there’s a latte ready when I get there.

Consider it done. Don’t worry about paying for this one, it’s on me.

[dust2dust34]

3 (rhythm) and 26 (tactile). you can use both, or just one, or both but for separate drabbles. I just couldn't decide on just one, sorry :)

Four Walls (Of Law Firms and Honey) - Olicity AU

Summary: Felicity just wanted some pre-dinner dessert.

Rated: Explicit

Full fic: AO3 | Tumblr | Timeline 

A/N: A hilarious fake ticket popped up on my dash last week and I had to write something. This was supposed to be a flash fic, but then these two had feelings and they needed to be addressed. The good news is that it led to more smut - please remember I really love the Explicit rating on this fic! I am still working on Blood Hands, and other projects as I continue to try and find a balance in my life with writing. Thank you for your patience, everyone! Happy reading! 

Reminder: This fic is being told out of order. Please see the timeline to read them in order. Please see the previous installments for additional author notes and story information.

Check out the Four Walls playlist, and if you have suggestions, I’d love to hear them!

(read on AO3)

8:10 p.m. Oliver’s Car

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Oliver gripped thesteering wheel.

He blinked hard, staringat the car in front of him, at their taillights.

Go… go… brake.

He hit the pedal toohard and they jerked to a stop.

A muffled chuckle echoedup from his lap.

Oliver cleared histhroat. “I don’t think this was part of the bargain,” he said, the words grittyand breathless.

Felicity let out acontemplative hum where his cock was currently buried in her mouth. Thevibrations radiated through him as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked herway up his length, letting the tip go with an audible pop.

His eyes slammed shut.

“Which part is that?”she asked in a husky, sensual sigh. She grasped him in a light fist, gentlypumping him, letting out a slow, hot breath against his sensitive flesh.

“You taking your fuckingtime,” Oliver growled as the car ahead of them finally moved. He accelerated.

She chuckled again anddid absolutely nothing to make it better. Instead she angled his cock uptowards him and turned her head so she could lick a viciously hot trail up theunderside of his shaft to the very tip. Oliver hissed. The sound broke off in achoked gasp as she dragged her tongue back down and sucked the sensitive fleshat the tender base where his dick met his balls.

He glanced down beforehe could stop himself.

It was a sight to behold- his glistening cock, the bead of precum oozing from the swollen slit justwaiting for her to lick it up, her lust-ridden face, her deliciously pink andplump lips, her flush skin.

Goddamn it.

He had to drive.

Concentrate.

“I told you I wantedsome pre-dinner dessert,” Felicity murmured against him. He fought to breathenormally. “And I’m not the one who said we didn’t have time…” She kissed himwith a gentleness that sent a wave of heat tearing over every single nerve endingin his body. “You want me to stop?”

No. Yes. No.

That would be the smartthing to do, mostly because he was about to grab her and ram himselfthroat-deep, driving be damned.

But that wasn’t smart.

Oliver opened his mouthto ask her what her idea of ‘quick’ was when her teeth came out.

Felicity nipped him atthe base of his cock before dragging her front teeth up his length. She scrapedthem over his tip, right over the seeping little slit, and the dig of paincoupled with her tongue licking him clean sent a red hot whip of pleasurecutting through him.

“Hmm?” she prodded.

“No,” Oliver breathed,his right hand releasing the wheel to cup the back of her head. When he touchedher ponytail, a thrill shot through him. It’d been a long time since she’d wornher hair like that every day. She wore it down more often now, letting the longstrands loose. He loved it; he loved her hair, loved the way it smelled, howsoft it was, how it framed her gorgeous face. But he also loved her ponytails.They reminded him of their early days. With that thought in mind, Olivergripped it like he used to back at Q&Q and with a guttural, “Don’t stop,”he pushed her back down his erection.

Felicity hummed, takingas much of him into her mouth as she could. His grip tightened, tugging at hertightly-bound hair. He immediately loosened his grip, not wanting to muss it,but then she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock in a messy kiss.

“Yes,” he hissed underhis breath, holding her ponytail even harder.

She keened around himand started bobbing her head.

He loved how much sheloved doing this. And oh, she loved it. She was so damned tactile about it, using everything at her disposal, from herfingers and mouth, to her breasts and ass. And she didn’t stop there. No, theygot plenty of use out of the cock rings in her nightstand drawer and the thingsshe did with his ties… Hell, she’d even found a way to use a wooden spoon onhim in the kitchen that one time. And any which way she went about it, it wasalways fantastic. She knew exactlywhat he liked, what frustrated him until he was yelping her name and whatturned him into a useless puddle of need. But part of his pleasure wasintimately tied with knowing how much she enjoyed it. How many times - how manyways - had she told him she loved how he tasted, how hard he got for her, thenoises he made… And god, the way shelicked her lips when his cum got all over her, the way her lipstick lookedsmeared all over him?

Marking him as much ashe marked her.

His cock swelled in hermouth.

Oliver yanked her hairinto a tighter fist and he urged her down even further with a needy whisper ofher name.

Deeper, he wanted deeper. They didn’t have time forteasing and he wanted to feel every bit of her he could. She would take all ofhim. She always worked her way up to it.

That thought alone hadhim melting back in his seat.

Now he just had to getthem to the restaurant alive.

Concentrate.

He was vaguely aware ofthe rush of lights surrounding them where they swept through the streets ofdowntown Starling City. Pedestrians dotted the sidewalks and cars whipped pastthem. Thank god for tinted windows.He knew exactly where the restaurant was, knew what streets he had to take toget to the valet station, knew that there was a left turn coming up in a coupleblocks he didn’t want to miss. If he missed it, they’d have to turn around andthat was a bitch and a half because the one-way immediately turned into atwo-way and the easiest way to get back was to flip around and hop back on thefreeway. He didn’t want to do that. They were already pushing it to catch theireight-thirty reservation.

Don’t miss it.

Her tongue swirledaround him.

Take 10th.

She twisted her head onthe way up, his cock tenting her cheek.

10th.

He missed the fuckingturn.

“Damn it,” Oliverbreathed when he realized it, sitting up. It was a struggle with his pantshalfway down his ass, but he really didn’t care. Not about that. He cared aboutmissing the turn. “Damn.”

Felicity laughed.

“Hold on,” he growled,flipping his signal on before whipping them around, one hand on the wheel, theother holding her still where she’d leveraged herself over the console. Thesudden move had him slipping from her as a car honked.

He quickly crossed lanesto catch the exit for the freeway.

Oliver sighed. “Weshould-”

Felicity’s mouth wasback on him before he could get the words out and his brain forgot how to work.

The next few minutesflew by in a haze.

His attention wasdivided between fighting to keep his focus on the road and figuring out how tothrust up into her mouth with his foot still on the pedal. When she pulled backup, she sucked on the tip of his cock and rubbed the flat of her thumb andfingers up and down his length in an almost punishing rhythm. His hips jerkedup of their own volition and his foot jammed on the accelerator, the wheelslipping in his hand.

“Goddamn it, Smoak,”Oliver hissed, yanking them back in the lane. “Mouth. Mouth. Please just…”

She grinned, nuzzlinghim before swallowing him up again. His cock bumped the back of her throat andhe gasped as she fought her natural gag reflex. Then she took him even deeper.

“Oh… god…”

Oliver rapidly blinked,forcing himself to pay attention to the freeway exits.

He needed the exit afterthis one.

Next exit. Get off on 22nd. 22nd.

His hand had a life ofits own as it slowly migrated away from her head and down her back.

Was she wet? That was adumb question and he knew it. Her panties were probably soaked. The urge tobury his fingers inside her sent his senses into overdrive and he swept hishand down her back. He felt the zipper of her white dress through her thinjacket, and he followed it down, knowing from watching her get ready earlierthat the zipper extended all the way up and all the way down.

Groaning, Oliversmoothed his hand over her gorgeous ass where it was propped up near thewindow. He gripped the top of one of her cheeks, as tight as he could. Hesimultaneously cursed and thanked the dress material for being so thin that hefelt every inch of her sinful backside. Felicity moaned, pressing back into hishand and he leaned over so he could slip further down, looking for the edge. Hejust wanted to touch her. His fingers burned to feel her arousal, to know howwet she was, but the dress was too damn long.

Oliver settled forkneading her ass, his lids growing heavy as his pleasure built.

He somehow managed toexit off the highway, heading back into downtown.

“We’re almost there,” herasped. He swallowed hard. “You should, uh…”

Felicity picked up herpace, tightening her lips and sucking him in deeper. His lips moved in amindless babble. He had no idea what fell out, but she must’ve liked it becauseshe sped up even more. His mind blanked, especially when he hit the back of herthroat again. Pleasure burned deep inside him, slowly coiling at the base ofhis spine, hotter, tighter. He moved as much as he could to meet her bobbinghead, his fingers digging into her ass, his other hand holding the wheel sotight the leather squeaked.

“That… that… god…”

He wanted her to swallowso he could feel that delicious clamp around his dick.

“Yes.”

Take him deeper, deeper…

Bright red and bluelights flashed behind him, a shrill siren piercing the air.

“Shit.” Every ounce of pleasure evaporated as Oliver’s eyes dartedto the rearview mirror. “Felicity, get up, get up, we’re getting pulled over.”

Felicity let him go witha startled, “What?” She popped up before he could stop her, looking suspiciousas hell. She didn’t have to look out the back window through her fogged glassesto know a cop car was there, though. Their lights flooded the small space. Hepulled off to the side of the road as she slithered back into her seat, alittle awkwardly with her tight dress, wiping her mouth with a soft, “Oh frak.”

The term never failed tomake him smile, even now. It was one of a dozen signs of how much things hadshifted between them, just another little thing in a long list of the bits andpieces that made up Felicity Megan Smoak. There were so many things about herhe hadn’t gotten the chance to see at first. He hadn’t deserved it, and whilehe wasn’t sure he was worthy of it now, he also wasn’t an idiot. He’d alreadynearly lost her too many times to let self-recrimination get in the way again.No, he was holding on this time, as tight as he could.

So what the hell was he doing right now then?

Oliver quickly yankedhis pants up, grimacing as he had to shove his wet hard-on back in his pants.The cop got out of his car and Oliver frantically pulled his zipper up, notbothering with the buttons. He poofed the bottom of his dress shirt out,glancing down to make sure it covered him. The seatbelt helped.

She wasn’t wearing hers.

“Seatbelt,” he snappedat Felicity who quickly pulled it back on, clicking it in place just as the copambled up to Oliver’s window. Another glance in his rearview told Oliveranother cop was getting out, venturing up Felicity’s side of the car. She surreptitiouslywiped the edges of her lips as Oliver rolled down his window. “Hello, officer.”

For fuck’s sake, hesounded like he’d just gotten off a bender.

“Good evening,” the manreplied in a gruff voice, shining a flashlight in Oliver’s face. Oliver winced.“License and registration.”

“Yeah,” Oliver replied.By some miracle, he was able to pull out his wallet out of his back pocketwithout highlighting his still very undone his pants as Felicity opened theglove box and pulled out his registration for him. He handed both to theofficer. “Here you go.”

The man studied bothdocuments in turn before looking back at Oliver, the flashlight hitting hiseyes again. “Have you been drinking tonight?”

“Uh, no. No, sir, I havenot.”

“You sure about that?”the cop pressed. “Because you were driving pretty erratically for a coupleblocks back there.”

Heat engulfed Oliver’sface. And Felicity laughed. She laughed,barely covering the sound with a pathetic cough. She choked it off before itcould get loud enough for the cop to hear, but it only had Oliver blushing evenmore, his heart pounding so hard it made his chest numb. The fact that the cophanded his license and registration to the other officer who took them back tothe flashing car behind them only compounded it.

The cop waited.

“I… uh… there…” Oliverblanched. Jesus Christ, why was his mind blanking? He used to be able to handlethis sort of thing with a quick smile and an easy excuse. What was the matter with him? His hand fumbled untilhe found the console. He gripped it as tightly as he could. “There was a bee.”

Oliver barely stoppedhimself from muttering a curse at his own stupidity.

This time Felicitycouldn’t stop her laugh and the cop ducked down, his flashlight landing on her.

“You alright, miss?” theman asked.

“Yes,” Felicity said,schooling her face. “I’m fine. There was a… There was a bee. But it’s gonenow.”

“Right,” the copdrawled, skeptical eyes and a bright flashlight landing back on Oliver.

His gut twisted.

They weren’t foolinganybody. Shit. He had no idea how badhe’d been driving. He barely remembered driving, if he was honest. All he’dcared about was Felicity’s hot mouth sucking him in as deep as she could. Hisstill-painfully-hard dick throbbed at the memory, desire and panic making hisstomach drop. He pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to remainnonchalant, but it was hard when his groin ached and his palm burned in vividawareness of just how much he’d been squeezing her ass.

He froze.

She was wearing white.His windows were tinted, but a light at the right angle and anyone would seeher ass in the air.

Oh fuck.

His heart sank as thefull gravity of the situation hit him. His mind spun in circles - what wouldthis go down under? Indecent exposure? He didn’t know the goddamn laws aboutroad head in this state, were there even laws? What if it was considered sex ina public space? Wasn’t that a felony? It was easily an arrestable offense.

Oliver’s chest squeezedtight, too tight.

This might have beenhilarious a couple years ago, but now? When he was getting his life back ontrack, when he finally had the woman who meant more to him than he could putinto words, when things were going good?

Felicity’s hand coveredhis where he was clenching the console.

He didn’t release it atfirst, not until she worked her fingers between his, forcing him to so shecould hold his hand. It was an instant balm. Warmth and comfort spread up hisarm. It didn’t help his heart slow down, but he did relax. A little.

Enough to respond as thecop grilled them about their plans, where they were going, what they weredoing.

The few minutes it tookfor the other cop to run Oliver’s information was interminable. Finally, thecop addressing them wandered away and came back a second later with Oliver’slicense, registration, and a printed ticket.

“We clocked you at eightunder the speed limit and you weren’t staying in your lane, so you’re getting aticket for distracted driving, Mr. Queen,” the officer said as he handed thepile of documents over. Oliver damn near sagged in his seat. The cop’s eyeslingered on where Felicity had his hand clasped in hers before he glanced ather and then back to Oliver. He raised his eyebrows. “You two are getting offwith a warning here, you understand? Please keep your other business in privatewhere it belongs.”

“Right,” Oliver managed.Felicity squeezed his fingers, ducking her head with a silent giggle. Insteadof glaring at her, he gave the cop what he hoped was a smile. “Thank you.”

“Sorry,” Felicity added.

With a nod, the officertapped the top of their car and walked away.

“Oh my god,” Olivermurmured, his head falling back against his headrest. His heart pounded evenharder if that was possible, flooding him with adrenaline. He shook his headbefore looking at the ticket. “I thought we were going to jail.”

A laugh burst out ofFelicity. Oliver swung incredulous eyes her way and she shook her head,covering her mouth with both hands as she tried to breathe. But the laughterkept coming.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped,covering her face as more giggles escaped. “This is nervous laughter, I swear,I’m not laughing at you. Okay, well, I kind of am because you should see thelook on your face right now, but also I just… I can’t believe that happened.”

“We could’ve gotten in alot of trouble,” Oliver said.

“I know.”

“And now,” he continued,looking closer at the paper, “I owe the state several hundred dollars.”

She wheezed. “You couldalways go to court and explain what happened.”

The words were barelyout before she dissolved into laughter again.

“This isn’t funny,” Oliver snapped, glancing in hisrearview mirror. The cops were obviously waiting for him to go first. He sat uptaller, wincing and adjusting himself through his pants. His eyes caught theclock on the dash. “And we missed our reservations.”

Felicity just laughedeven harder.

Oliver folded the ticketaround his registration and license in a jerky motion. Gritting his teeth, heshoved the bundle in his wallet and slipped it back in his pants. Shifting thecar into gear a little too hard, he pulled back into traffic with a stiff,“Hang on.”

“I think,” Felicity saidbreathlessly. “I think why this is so funny is that… if this had been a coupleyears ago…”

“I highly doubt Iwould’ve even gotten you in my car long enough to suck me off, much less getpulled over for it.”

“True,” she admitted,settling in her seat. “Although your parkedcar was a totally different story.”

Oliver rolled his eyes.

It hadn’t been hisfavorite place, but sometimes it was their only option. Every single time hadbeen cramped and painful, but neither of them had given a good goddamn becauseall that mattered was getting at each other as quickly as possible. And thatwas despite the vitriolic bullshit between them at the time.

His gut clenched and hegripped the steering wheel so hard it bit into his palms.

This had been stupid.Fucking stupid. Things were steadynow. They were good. Healthy. Andeverything was so much better.

And he’d almost thrownit all away.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

He bit the tip of histongue hard, glaring at the road before glancing over. The only sign anythinguntoward had been happening was the slight smudge of her lipstick at the cornerof her mouth, but that was it. The sight of her looking so perfect made hisinsides twist and he turned back to the road.

“Oliver,” she saidquietly, her hand migrating up to his ear. He sighed, unwittingly relaxingunder her touch as her finger toyed with his earlobe. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It could’ve been,” hebit out before he could stop himself.

Felicity’s hand froze,her fingers curling away from him. Damnit. He let out a heavy exhale and his aggravation drained away with it.Cursing under his breath, Oliver grabbed her hand before she could take it backand laced his fingers with hers.

“I’m sorry,” he said,kissing the back of her hand. He kept her pressed against his lips, closing hiseyes long enough to breathe her in. She still wore the same lotion she had allthose years ago. It filled his senses, centering him. It always had. “I didn’tmean to bite your head off, it’s just… That was stupid, and it shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t’ve-”

“I swear to god, Oliver,if you say you shouldn’t have let me, we’re going to have way bigger problemsthan being pulled over for road head.” He paused and Felicity shook her head.“I wanted to do that, and I’m pretty sure you wanted me to do it, too. So wegot caught, who cares?” Oliver pressed his lips into a thin line. He cared. With a sigh, she pulled theirinterlaced hands into her lap. “Come on, we’ve done way worse than this.”

“You don’t have toremind me,” he replied, the words clipped and harsh.

Felicity frowned,staring at him for a beat before asking, “Is this about what happened at myoffice?” He stiffened. It’d been a couple weeks since that day, but it stillfelt as fresh as if it’d happened yesterday. “Oliver, we talked about that.”

“I know we did, but itdoesn’t change what happened, that I… that we…” Oliver gripped her hand hard.“I don’t want to go back to that, Felicity. That is the last thing I want and that I even opened that door… And then we’redoing this and… The thought of anything happening to you because of something Idid-”

“Okay, it wasn’t justyou.”

“I’m just saying thingsare good right now.”

“Things are good,” she said, squeezing his hand.“They’re really good, which is why I don’t think it’s going to disappear soeasily.” He didn’t realize he was clinging to her so hard until she brought hishand up and kissed his index finger. He loosened his grip with a murmuredapology and she shook her head. “Oliver, if we apologize for every stupid thingwe do from here on out because we’re afraid of what might happen, then that’sall we’re going to talk about. Especially if we’re opening up the huge can ofworms that is our past. We both made mistakes. A lot of them. But we’re still here. And yeah, this is new and it has abit of a learning curve, but that doesn’t change that it’s also amazing. And ifyou ask me, I think the fact that we talked about what happened at all is agood sign we’re heading in the right direction.”

“Yeah, but…”

“No buts,” sheinterjected.

Oliver slid her animpatient glance. “I just want to do this right, Felicity. I want us to be… right.”

“Oliver,” Felicity saidsoftly. “I think we left the rulebook behind a long time ago.” He breathed hername and she shook her head, holding his hand tighter. “We did. But that’sokay. It just means we have to make our own.”

She gave him a beautifulsmile. It transformed her entire face and his heart skipped a beat.

“We aren’t going to gobackwards,” she continued. “I don’t think we could even if we tried. Too muchhas happened. We’ve both changed, and you… Oliver, when I look at you, I don’tsee who you were. I see you now, andit’s that man that I…” She paused and Oliver’s heart stopped, his eyes shootingto her. She bit her lip. “It’s that man that I believe in. That I know wouldnever do anything to jeopardize what we have going here.”

He was holding her handtoo tight again, but he didn’t care.

“We can’t change thepast,” Felicity added. “But we also can’t let it dictate things now. Whichmeans if I want to give you head in the car, I’m damn well going to give youhead in the car. And I fully expect you do the same.”

Oliver laughed. Thetension lining his shoulders finally broke.

“That’s more like it.And hey, even if we had gotten thrown in jail, I’d’ve wait for you.” Shegrinned and kissed his hand again. “I will always wait for you, Oliver JonasQueen.”

The promise went beyondthe now, encapsulating everything that happened between them, everything they’ddone to each other, everything they’d let slip away. They had waited. They’d waited a damn long time, and as much as he hatedthat it took a goddamn ship going down in the middle the North China Sea forhim to realize it, he was glad it had, if just because it brought him here.There had been no future for them before, no hope.

But now there was.

“Me too,” Oliverwhispered, pulling her hand back to his mouth to kiss her fingers.

God, this woman, hethought, she was…

Everything.

He kissed each of herfingers, lingering on each one, taking his time as he drove.

“Oliver…”

His name came out on aquiet sigh and a bolt of desire hit his chest. He looked at her in time to seea flush color her cheeks as her pupils dilated, her lids growing heavy in alook that only meant one thing.

Oliver swallowed hard.

Without preamble, sheunbuckled her seatbelt again and leaned over, draping her body against his. Hemoved to tell her to sit her ass back down, but then her lips were wrappingaround his ear, her tongue flicking his earlobe. A vicious cascade of shiverswhipped down his spine, every single one heading right for his dick. Hishard-on had faded under the weight of being questioned by the police officer,but now it jumped back to attention.

“Felicity.”

She shuddered as hedragged her name out. Would she ever not do that? God, he hoped not. He fuckingloved it.

“Pull over,” sheordered, her breath hot on his ear.

“We’re almost home.”

Felicity crawled up intoher seat like she had been before, pressing herself even closer. She sprawledher hand over his chest. Her nails scraped hard enough for him to feel the bitethrough his shirt as her lips found his ear, his jaw, his neck. His breathcaught as she sucked at his pulse point, her hand dragging down …

He wasn’t fast enough toyank it away before she cupped him through his pants, hard.

Oliver hissed, his handclamping down on her forearm. But instead of pulling her away, he held her inplace.

“I can’t wait,” shebreathed in a silky voice that had his eyes rolling back. “Pull over, Oliver.”

“But…”

“Now.”

He didn’t have to betold again. The urgency in her voice slammed into him and he re-focused on theroad, his mind spinning out possibilities. They’d left downtown, they weregetting closer to where their apartments were, but they were still at least tenminutes out. He didn’t want to wait that long, either, not if her mouth wouldbe on him the entire way, licking and nipping and sucking at his jaw, his neck,his ear. He would absolutely crash the car this time.

“We’re by WashingtonPark,” Felicity told him.

Oliver’s heart jumped.“That’s where we met.”

“I know.” She grinned,nuzzling the stubble along his jaw. “Remember the ice cream cone?”

“Yes,” he choked out. Ohgod yes, he remembered the ice cream cone. He’d never forget the ice creamcone. He nodded. “Okay.”

Oliver swung a right,holding her against him to keep her still. The park loomed ahead of them. Itwas huge, some portions well-lit and others not. He aimed for the darker areas.The city parks were technically closed at sundown this time of year, and he prayedeverybody was following that rule tonight.

His concern got waylaidwhen Felicity’s tongue dipped into his ear.

It took longer than hewanted to find a secluded area. He wasn’t sure if it was because Felicity’ssinful tongue made it feel like an eternity or because the same anxious tugthat’d nearly done him in with the cop was growing in his stomach as he lookedfor somewhere nobody would see them.

“Oliver…” Felicity’snails razed his straining erection. “Please park the fucking car.”

The needy command hadhim nodding rapidly. His eyes desperately scanned the area and he whispered aninaudible, “Thank god,” when he found a semi-hidden parking spot. The onlylight was several yards away, leaving the space barely outlined under a copseof trees. When he made the maneuver to reverse into the spot, Felicity growledunder her breath.

“Oliver…”

“There,” he grunted,slamming the car into park. He shut the engine off before grabbing her face andslanting his mouth against hers.

She kissed him back witha fervor he felt in his bones.

It quickly spiraled outof control. It was a culmination of the night’s starts-and-stops, the emotionaltorrent between them, the passion that dominated everything until it hurt.Teeth crashed together, tongues tangling, lips nipped and tugged at. They kisseduntil the need for oxygen was too much and they had to pull back. They pantedin wild bursts, breathing each other’s air.

Too far.

She felt it, too.

With a whimper, Felicitycaptured his bruised lips once more.

They didn’t stop. Theycouldn’t.

Oliver swept his handsdown her face, her neck. The urge to rip her jacket to shreds tore at him,jealous that it was touching her bare skin when that’s all he’d wanted to dosince the night began. He wound his arm around her back, his hand sprawling overher spine, feeling that zipper again.

“Dress,” he mumbledagainst her lips, but it got lost in another kiss. Her lips were so soft anddelicious and he let himself fall into it before his other hand cupped her jawand pulled her away. She was stunning. Little abrasions decorated her delicateskin and her lips wet and swollen, eyes glassy with need, skin flush. Oliver’sthumb found her bottom lip and he slipped his finger inside her mouth, tuggingat her lip. “Unzip the bottom of your dress for me, Smoak.”

Her pupils blew wide.

Felicity reached back.She found it easily, her fingers grasping the little metal lip.

The sound of her zipperbeing undone filled the car.

Oliver slid his handdown her back and palmed her bare ass. His eyes nailed her in place as hegrabbed a handful and squeezed, yanking her cheeks apart hard enough to burnher skin. Her lips parted in a desperate bid for air, her wet breaths dancingover his skin as he did it again, pulling on her even harder. She gave him apained keen. On his next pull, Oliver slid his hand between her cheeks andpressed his fingers against the tiny strap of material covering her tightlittle hole.

Her lips parted in a pant,her lids fluttering, her skin reddening with arousal.

She was so beautiful it hurt.

And it was all for him.

That thought remindedhim exactly where they were and his eyes darted around, making sure they werestill alone. Felicity grabbed his chin when she noticed and pulled him back toher with a demanding kiss. He moaned, angling his head to go deeper.

“Pants,” she rasped.“Now.”

His cock throbbed at thethought of being inside her mouth again.

With a desperate nod,Oliver let her go and yanked at his zipper. He couldn’t help but steal a glanceout the window once more as he tugged his pants back down, making sure nobodywas around.

For now, they werealone.

His erection popped freeand Felicity instantly wrapped a hand around him. The gentle brush of herfingers had him gasping her name as his head fell back against the headrestwith a solid thud. He was stupidly sensitive, his flesh red and agitated, andso fucking ready to come.

Felicity licked her lipsand dove in.

When her wet, hot mouthpulled him in once more, Oliver almost came right there. “Oh god, oh fuck…” hebabbled as she relaxed her throat, taking as much of him in as possible, almostgagging. Oliver cupped her head with a light, “Felicity,” urging her to slowdown, but then she grasped the base of his cock, squeezed, and sucked on thetip hard enough to make him see stars.

He was lost.

Or he thought he was.

Movement caught thecorner of his eye and his head snapped up.

It took him a second torealize it was one of the trees and not a person sneaking up the side of thecar. But then that thought was imbedded in his mind. Oliver checked all themirrors. Nobody. It was so damn dark, though. It should be a good thing, but italso meant he couldn’t see anything.

Felicity abruptly lethim go with a low, “Oliver.”

“What…?”

She pushed herself upand kissed him. There was a hint of saltiness on her tongue and it had himgrowling, his tongue caressing hers.

“I understand you don’twant anyone to see us,” she started in a husky voice.

“You,” he interrupted,kissing her again. “I don’t want anyone to see you.”

The sweetest smilecrossed her face. “But nobody’s here, Oliver. It’s just you and me…” He openedhis mouth to argue, but she shook her head, cutting him off with a kiss. “It’sjust us. Now sit back and enjoy,okay?”

It was more a commandthan a request and he nodded.

“Okay,” Felicitybreathed, going back down.

It was easier said thandone, though. It started easy…

The urgency from amoment ago was gone and she began with teasing touches of her nose and lips,her tongue tasting every inch of him, her hand pushing into his pants to findhis balls. He whispered out a string of words that didn’t make any sense, hishand sliding back down her back, grazing the top of her thong where it washiked over her bared hips. He slipped his fingers under the lacy material as heleaned over to grab her full ass again. It sent a sinful thrill through him,striking him right at his core and he hardened even more under herministrations.

But then his gazestrayed to the area around them again. The windows were fogging, but he couldstill see they were alone.

Her hand snapped up andcovered his eyes.

Oliver laughed, coveringit with his. “Felicity-”

“Shut up,” she repliedbefore taking him back in her mouth.

A strangled whineescaped him. His other senses instantly shifted into high gear to compensateand oh god. Heat roared through him -the wet warmth of her mouth burned hotter, her sucking sounds echoed louder,the hint of her arousal mingling with his own muskiness flooded his nose.

Oliver choked on hername in the darkness, his fingers digging into her ass cheek as his other handdropped to the back of her head.

She hummed her approval,her lips pulling back in a smile before she hummed even louder, just for him.

His head fell backagainst the headrest on a gasp, his fingers curling around her ponytail, notgiving two shits about messing up her hair anymore. He tugged on her hair tieuntil it was loose enough for him to push his fingers through the thickstrands. To make a tight fist.

Felicity moaned andrelaxed her jaw, letting him guide her.

His pleasure builtquickly, jumping right back on the bandwagon they’d had to abandon earlier.Desperate noises fell out of him as he thrust up into her mouth. When she tightenedher lips, pressing the length of her tongue against his shaft with so enoughpressure to send his eyes rolling back, he stopped breathing. When she relaxedeven more, scooting closer so he could go deeper…

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered as he slid against the back of her throat. Sheinhaled sharply, fluttering around him, but she fought her gag reflex andleaned in even more.

The bite of her fingersagainst his face combined with her teeth, tongue, lips…

More.

Oliver blindly draggedhis other hand down across her hip, pushing the flaps of her dress out of theway before shoving his hand between her legs.

She’d soaked through herpanties.

With a needy groan,Oliver fumbled his way underneath them and slid his fingers through herwetness. She jerked with a small noise before spreading her thighs as much asthe seat allowed. He pushed his hand in as far as he could. Her juices drenchedhis fingers. He curled his hand, managing to press up against her entrance. Theangle was too awkward to push inside her so he settled for her tender clit.

The instant he slid overit with purpose, she wrenched her mouth off him with a sexy moan.

Oliver started rubbingagainst her in quick, tight circles.

Felicity let out abreathless whimper and he moved faster, delighting in the way her clit grewwith her arousal under his touch.

Keeping one hand on hiseyes, she braced her sternum against the console and wrapped a tight fistaround him with her other and started pumping him. He shuddered, his feetscrambling to brace on the floor of the car. The wet sound of her hand on himcoupled with his fingers between her legs created an erotic mix, dancing with theirdesperate pants and tiny cries of pleasure.

Felicity sucked the headof his cock hard.

“Oh…!”

He thrust up into her,one hand fisting her hair, the other cupping her sex. Her fist moved faster,her lips so damn tight, her tongue soft and yielding, so good, so hot, so soft,so…

A burst of light sheetedover his eyes, leaving nothing but her and white hot pleasure.

The orgasm hit him likea freight train.

Oliver came with a loudgroan from deep in his chest, the guttural sound dragging out as he spilled inher mouth. She kept going, milking him for everything he had, his cum spillingout past her lips, slickening his skin even more. She moaned, swallowing itdown before moving her hand to take as much of his length in as she could. Hiscock jerked in her mouth, pulsing. A series of broken whimpers fell from him asshe suckled on him, swallowing even more, her tongue cleaning him up.

He was mindless.

There wasn’t a singleconscious thought left in his head as one hand kept her head in place while theother attacked her clit. She groaned around him and he hissed, rubbing faster.He needed to feel her orgasm, needed her pleasure as much as his own.

She was as ready for itas he’d been.

He pushed her to herclimax hard and fast. Her hand slipped from his eyes, her fingers dragged downhis face to his mouth, hooking on lip before she found purchase on the collarof his shirt.

Oliver blinked againstthe low light surrounding them and looked down.

There weren’t words todescribe the bone-deep pleasure he felt at the sight she made.

Felicity was lax in hislap, her forehead digging in his thigh, her glasses skewed, eyes screwed shutin pleasure. His half-hard cock still hovered in her mouth, slowly slippingfrom her lips as she panted in time with his hand between her legs. Everybreath brushed over his sensitive flesh, making him whimper her name. The handthat’d been holding him smeared leftover cum all over his pants where shegrabbed his knee for leverage. He smoothed her wild hair off her face as sherocked her hips, riding his hand, meeting his every move. Breathless keensechoed from her, tiny gasps for air that ended on barely audible whines.

“Yes…” she gasped,stiffening. Her hand curled in his collar, holding on as she went still,hitting her precipice. His wrist burned but he didn’t stop, rubbing her intighter circles. “Th… the… there, don’t stop, Ol… don’t…!”

She shattered.

Felicity flew to pieceson a throaty cry, her hips jerking against him in harsh, uneven thrusts. Hersex pulsed under his fingers as he kept going, drawing it out as much as hecould. She sobbed through the pleasure, yanking on his shirt, riding the waves.When it was too much, she whimpered, shoving her hand between her legs to stophim.

She collapsed in hislap.

“Oh… my god,” shebreathed. “Okay, I… Wow.”

“Yeah,” he gasped,brushing a shaky hand through her hair.

It wasn’t long beforetheir awkward positions became too much. With a groan, Felicity slowly pushedherself up. He took the cue, pulling his hand out of her panties. When shewavered, he grabbed her hip, smearing her juices all over her.

“That was…” he started.

“Incredible,” Felicityfinished.

When her face was nearhis again, he kissed her.

She mewled against hislips and he swept his tongue in her mouth, groaning when he tasted himselfagain. He cupped her face with both hands and the instant she felt her ownwetness against her cheek, she kissed him harder.

“You’re incredible,”Oliver whispered against her lips. “So damn incredible.”

He was the luckiest guyon the entire planet.

Felicity grinned. Thekiss dissolved into something wet and messy and aimless. His body slowlystarted to harden again. It would never cease to amaze him how quickly hebounced back when it came to her, how insatiable she made him. He used to curseit, but now it was a gift.

“Take me home, Oliver.”

He did just that.

They barely made it tohis bedroom.

It wasn’t until the nextmorning that Oliver remembered the ticket. It was a testament to the womanstill sleeping in his bed that it almost made him smile instead of cringe. Hepaid it online and threw it away before making pancakes. It drifted to the backof his mind as he served her breakfast in bed and it disappeared completelywhen he spent the next hour eating strawberries off her body.

He forgot all about ituntil he was at Felicity’s a few nights later.

It took him a couplehours to realize something was hanging on her fridge where nothing had beenbefore. When he walked in with their dirty dishes, it finally caught his eye.

Oliver frowned. Settingthe plates down, he snatched the paper off the fridge.

It was a copy of histicket and where once upon a time it’d said, “RECKLESS DRIVING,” in the comment section, it now read, “RECEIVING HEAD WHILE DRIVING.”

“Seriously?” He shookhis head. Only she would do this. It still wasn’t funny, though, damn it. “Felicity!”

A snort of laughterechoed from the living room. “Took you long enough. Look on the back!”

With a short glare inher direction, Oliver flipped the paper to a list of…

Activities.

“Oh,” he breathed,desire tightening his gut.

“I was partiallyresponsible for that ticket,” Felicity said as she appeared in the kitchen.“And since I knew you wouldn’t take my half of the money for it…” She huggedhim from behind and kissed his shoulder blade. “I figured I’d give you a listof other things to cash in. How does that sound?”

“Oh yeah,” he whispered,nodding rapidly as he turned in her arms, cupping her face. “That definitelyworks.”

His mouth slanted overhers.

(Oliver cashed one inright away. The dishes didn’t get done that night.)

The End

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Thank you for reading! Reviews literally feed the soul and muse, and ko-fi feeds my brain.

(I tailored the ticketing process to fit the fic.)

Quick ending note: I have a dubcon ficlet for this series that I’ve been sitting on for about a year and a half. It’s not as intense as the Verdant chapter, but it’s along those lines. I wanted to pad it with some softer fics before posting it, and this one just happens to parallel it beautifully. So I’ll be posting that pretty soon, just a warning and FYI! I will post warnings when I do put it up and I will offer a quick summary for those who wish to skip that chapter. Thank you!