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Jealousy

Word count: 6,5k

Genre: Smut, romance, no quirk lol

Warnings: 18+, a little bit of choking, a little bit of daddy kink, rough sex, dom!dabi , jealousy kinda, unprotected sex, alcohol

Credit to the owner of the pic!!

✨Friends to lovers fic✨

Throwing your phone across the room, deep breath coming out of your mouth. The fact that he was coming back today made the time pass so slow it was painful. You were glancing at your phone every now and then checking what time it is, knowing he should arrive around 17PM. Rolling down on your old bed, you took a good look of your room.

Pastel pink walls, white bed, small working table in the left corner of the room. Beside your bed were photos taped on the wall. All those photos woke a memory in you. Some of the photos were of you and your friends, but most of them were of you and Dabi.

Dabi.

Your childhood best friend. You will never forget the day you first met him. Shy little Touya not wanting to play with your dolls. I’M A MAN. He screamed back then, throwing the doll away, making you cry loudly. You will never forget how scared he got in the moment you started screaming around, trying to hush you down somehow. He did everything he could hoping his parents won’t hear.

Yours and Touya’s parents were literally best friends, visiting each other almost every day. Having to face him so often, you two almost had no choice then to become friends. At the beginning none of you were impressed by each others company. But how both of you grew up, you were becoming closer and closer. At some point, you two became inseparable.

When Touya started getting piercings, you were so jealous. You wanted to get that Certilage piercing just like him, but your parents were so strict even the thought of it made their hair get up. Of course Touya being Touya, he didn’t give a two shits about their decision. Picking you up one day after school and brining you to his friend that did his piercings too. That night both families were fighting. His parents lecturing him how he is such a bad influence to you, and your parents screaming on you how you’ll never get married with piercing like that. Saying it’s not ladylike.

,, If no one marries her, I will’’ Touya said, making your heart flutter, and everyone else in the room laughed loudly, finding it cute how he was protecting you.

Of course, growing up both of you went different directions in your life. Moving out of your parents place was best thing that happened to you. Having that freedom you never had before, you were appreciating even little things.

Dabi moved out in another city, saying he never wanted to live in his hometown anyway. Of course, there wasn’t a day that he didn’t contact you. But having him so far away made things much harder for you. The only positive thing about him moving to another city was the fact that your huge crush on him would melt down, at least you hoped so.

You were so in love with him. How could you not be ? Having him around so much, such a handsome and good guy, you simply had to develop feelings toward him.

Walking downstairs, you heard Enji laughing loudly at something your father said. You visiting your parents home again, while Todoroki’s were also there, all of you waiting for Dabi to return. It made your heart warm up again, missing moments when all of you were spending time together so often.

Making your way toward kitchen, you opened the fridge looking for something to eat. Not that you were hungry, you were simply bored and something had to kill that boredom.

Taking the milk pudding, you opened it and took one spoon. You tried to multitask somehow, with one hand you were eating the pudding, while with other hand just scrolling your instagram feed.

Suddenly, a head placed on your shoulder, trying to see what you were looking at. Your parents always did that. They had to know why you were always holding that damn phone in your hands.

,, Dad, this is private, I’m not a child anymore’’ you whined, pushing your fathers head away. You hated when he does that, privacy is privacy and it has to be respected.

,, I didn’t know you were into daddy kink’’ a familiar voice whispered, making you flinch in surprise. Turning around you immediately jumped on the person standing behind you. Dabi laughed, placing his hand around your waist hugging you strongly, before he pulled you up in the air.

,, You little piece of shit, I missed you so much’’ you said hugging him back, not paying any attention to your parents in the background.

The rest of the day was all about Touya. How he was, what did he do, does he have a girlfriend and so on. Of course he liked to be the center of the attention, talking about everything. Not that you were complaining, you were sinking in every word that came out of his mouth, admiring him as always.

At the end of the day, your parents made plans that this week all of you should meet and have a super cool bbq like in the old times. Which meant one big ass sleep over, with Todoroki’s. Those nights were always amazing, so much food, so much sweets and of course so much alcohol for grown ups. That was the reason why Rei and Enji slept over after all. All of them would simply get wasted.

Dabi decided he will sleep at your place, since he never saw your new apartment, all of them agreeing, knowing that there’s a lot he probably wanted to tell you.

First both of you went to his old home, placing his suitcase and taking just few stuff to bring over. He didn’t want to waste any time, since his parents were still at your place, and he really wanted to finally see your new apartment.

Placing his bag in his hallway, he immediately went inside your living room, looking around, commenting what doesn’t look good and how he would decorate it much better. He opened the fridge, feeling like home and took one ice cream out of the freezer. Making his way toward your couch.

,, So, where’s that piece of shit called Kai’’ he asked, biting the chocolate on the ice cream. You were confused a bit, since you broke up with Kai long time ago.

,, Didn’t I already tell you? It’s been six months since we broke up’’ you laughed out. How can it be possible that you left your dear Touya uninformed about your love life.

,, Oh, that breaks my heart.’’ He said sarcastically. ,, What happened?’’ he added licking the ice cream.

,, Well, he cheated on me’’ you lied, sitting down beside him. Well, technically he did cheat on you, but the reason behind it was because he found out about your feelings about Dabi. He found out that he was only being used to forget your one sided love. Not that you didn’t like Kai, you did find him attractive, but you couldn’t force yourself to do with him stuff every couple did. Which made him cheat on you, hoping he will make you step further. But at his surprise you did something every normal person would do, broke up with him.

You did feel disappointed that you two had to part your ways like that, but you also understood him and with that you couldn’t force yourself to hate him or be that much hurt.

,, He didn’t deserve you anyway. I have no idea what did you see in him. Dude looks like he fed a whole Village in Africa, no offense ‘’ he said, making you laugh.

,, Anyway, we are invited to Mina’s birthday this Saturday’’ you said placing both of your legs on the table.

,, Aren’t we having a bbq that day?’’ Dabi asked as he placed the stick of his ice cream on the table.

,, Yeah, but we can still go tho. They’ll be really happy to see you again, I told everyone that you are back’’ you said, as he placed his head on your lap. You smiled, knowing how much he loves when you play with his hair.

,, Sure, we can do both. I am glad I’ll see them all again’’ he said making your stomach twist out of jealousy. You knew how much Yua and Akari liked Dabi. Of course you were friends, but the fact that all these two had their eyes on him made your blood boil. Even Mina was into him, until she found a boyfriend recently. They didn’t know that you liked him, but you knew very well that they weren’t happy that you had him by your side all the time.

After telling you about the city and all his experience, you two decided to go to sleep since it was already 2AM. You went to the bathroom to change into your silk pajama, coming back only to find Dabi in your bed wearing only shorts.

,, I really wanna get some tattoos too’’ you said looking the tattoos over his chest and arms, wanting to touch every single one of them.

,, Do it’’ he simply said, placing his arms under his head. You just rolled your eyes on him, he knew very well that you weren’t that brave.

,,You can sleep here, I’ll crash on the couch’’ you said ready to stand up. He was a guest after all, and for him you would sleep on the floor if he asked you to.

,, Of course you’re not’’ he said grabbing your arm and pulling you in the bed beside him. Wrapping his one arm around you.

,, Don’t get all cold with me suddenly’’ he laughed while covering both of you with your covers. Of course, you two slept together in one bed before, it wasn’t something unusual. But knowing how you feel about him, you knew that with every move like this, your feelings will grow back even stronger then they were before.

,, Touya, we aren’t children anymore’’ you said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

,, That’s exactly what I was thinking about. Might as well do stuff adults do’’ he said jokingly, making you push him even harder. Making sure you are smiling he just held you stronger repeating that he was joking.

Once you realized that he won’t really give up, you just gave in, preparing yourself for one sleepless night with him.

Dabi placed your leg over him, slowly caressing your tight while telling you about some nonsense like he did before until you would fall asleep. Once he thought that you fall asleep, you felt his long arms around you and his lips on your head.

Having him so close to you, he didn’t know what effect he had on you. For him it was just one normal night, while for you it was something you won’t be able to keep out of your mind next upcoming weeks.

The next days it was like before. Dabi was spending more time at your place as he did home. You two would spend time together, playing games, going grocery shopping together, visiting cafes and so on. You even saw Akari in one café, and of course she was all over Dabi. You couldn’t watch it, she was touching his arm so recklessly, and the fact that he wasn’t doing anything about it didn’t’ help either.

Excusing yourself, you said that you felt sick. Dabi wanted to follow you home, but Akari was insisting how he should stay, since they didn’t see each other for such a long time. Not wanting to make any scene, you just told him to stay, not to worry and left them.

On your way home, you felt terrible. It wasn’t anything big, but yet you overacted there and had to leave. But you simply couldn’t watch or hear anything more. You were the one that was supposed to touch him like that. You wanted to touch all those tattoos, and even tho you were his best friend you couldn’t find the courage to do it. Yet, stupid Akari did it without a problem.

Knowing that Dabi will probably just come back to your place, you made your way toward your parents house, not ready to face him somehow. In that moment you wished you didn’t gave him your spare keys. You didn’t want to wait for him and think about what they were doing.

Of course your parents were more then happy to welcome you home. Since you moved out you didn’t sleep at their place that often. But they knew something was wrong, not wanting to bother you, they just let you be.

Once again the night was sleepless for you. Dabi did contact you, asking if you are ok and if he should bring something to you, but once you saw that Akari posted him on her Instagram story, you couldn’t even force yourself to text him back.

You knew that It was so childish of you, he didn’t even know how you feel about him, yet that something small would upset you so much. But your feelings were getting better of you. The whole night you were rolling around in your bed, thinking if he’s home yet, if they are fucking somewhere. You were thinking what would have happened if you just stayed. If you did, he would probably just leave home with you.

Waking up next morning, you wanted to kill yourself. The soreness in your eyes didn’t help either. You saw few messages from Dabi, asking where you are, yada yada. Seeing that it was sent around 4am, you tossed your phone across the bed. Did he stay that long with her ?

You slowly stood up and made your way toward the bathroom, brushing your teeth before leaving home. Your parents were insisting that you should stay, and spend the rest of the day with them. It was Saturday anyway, so you’ll be here later anyway.

But you didn’t want, you had to clean your apartment a bit together with your thoughts. Also it was Minas birthday today, so you had to get ready before you leave for the bbq and her birthday.

Opening the door of your apartment, you saw Dabi’s shoes placed beside yours. Slowly tip toeing, you found him in your bedroom asleep. You slowly closed the door, and started cleaning quietly, making sure not to wake him up.

You wanted to lay down beside him, and simply cuddle yourself close to his body, but because of the thought of the last night, you also wanted to grab his hair and force him out of your apartment.

Of course, once he woke up, you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. You had to act it up, and just ignore what happened, after all how could you explain to him why were you even mad ? Dabi left your place around 16PM, leaving you all alone with your thoughts once again. You whished you could tell him how you felt, you wished he would understand.

When the time came, you wore your light purple spaghetti strap dress. Since the evenings were still kidna cold, you decided to wear your oversized black cardigan that was the same length as your dress. Covering just enough.

After doing your make up and straightening your hair, you placed your small bag over your shoulder and wore your overknee lace up boots before you left. The cardigan was bothering you a bit, since you knew how hot it usually gets when you’re in club, but once the wind brushed your naked tight, you didn’t mind it anymore.

Once you got at your parents place, you helped them with all the preparing. Your mom didn’t let you prepare the food, being scared you’ll ruin your dress. But you still helped with plates and all the alcohol. Placing everything on the table outside.

When they arrived Enji and your dad immediately started with the bbq. Rei and your mom were simply enjoying the evening and sipping on their wine, waiting for their food. While both of you and Dabi were simply on your phones. Once again you were upset, all of them complimented your looks, everyone but him. Piece of shit like he looked any better, whit his simple white shirt and jeans.

Lies.

He looked so beautiful without any effort, the tattoos on his arm totally visible.

You took the wine from the table filling your glass, drinking it fast down. Just the thought of Akari and other girls being all over him was driving you crazy. You had to prepare yourself.

,, Slow down doll, I don’t want to spend the rest of my night holding your hair in the toilet’’ Dabi said taking the now empty glass away from you and laughing a bit.

,,Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of taking care of myself on my own’’ you said taking the glass back and filling it with wine again. Who does he think he is ?

When the meat was done, both of you ate and drank a bit before leaving. Dabi didn’t want to drive since he also had plans to drink. Enji was insisting on giving you a ride, but you two didn’t want to break his fun, after all the club wasn’t that far away.

,,So, who will be there tonight?’’ Dabi asked you, taking the box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one cigarette.

,, Mina of course, Yua, Himari, Ryohei, Hiro, Akari and Kai’’ you said, placing your hands in the pockets of your cardigan.

,, We should make your little Kai jealous, what do you think?’’ He said, placing his arm around your shoulders.

,, Nah, no need’’ you said looking down on the floor.

When you arrived the club was already full of people. Thankfully Mina waited for you two in front of the club, not wanting for you two to waste your time looking for them. You gave her the present that you and Dabi bought few days ago and graduated her. Knowing that Mina is in relationship with Hiro, so the hug she gave Dabi didn’t bother you so much.

Once you got inside, you greeted everyone and ordered your drinks. Of course Akari was giving all of her attention to Dabi, trying to get as close as possible to him.

None of you wanted to wait, so all of you ordered your drinks. You ordered Malibu with cherry juice, you were up for something sweet. Since the sweet drinks kick in much faster and that’s exactly what you needed. Dabi ordered whisky, while Kai, Hiro and Ryohei ordered pure Vodka. Rest of the girls ordered Wine.

,, Hey’’ you heard very familiar voice close to your ear. You turned around sipping on your drink, welcoming Kai with a small smile and nodding your head.

,, How are youu?’’ he asked loud enough for you to hear. Body too close to your own in your opinion.

,, I am good and you?’’ you simply answered finishing your drink, asking yourself why is he starting this random boring chat. Realizing that your friends were eyeing you and your ex down, you smirked to yourself. If they only knew, how little shit you gave about him.

,, Let’s go get another round of drinks’’ you said, and made your way toward the bar, while Kai was following every step you made.

,, You look beautiful tonight’’ Kai pointed after you ordered what everyone was drinking. Well, at least someone appreciates your effort tonight, you thought to yourself.

,, Thank you, you look cool yourself’’ you said already trying your drink, while giving the money with your right hand to the bartender. He didn’t look bad at all, wearing black button up shirt, one part of it tucked in his jeans. His typical black convers shoes. He looked good.

Once you two got back, placing all the drinks on the table, you could feel Dabi’s eyes on you. You weren’t sure if he wanted to tell you something, so you took his Whisky and went to him.

,, What is it ?’’ you asked giving him his drink.

,, Nothing at all’’ he replied eying you down. He was about to say something more, but Akari interrupted him, saying some nonsense. Not wanting to watch them together, you just left them, making your way toward Ryohei, Himari and Kai on the dancefloor.

All of you were dancing. Jumping around and waving your body to the sound of the music. You realized that Kai was trying real hard to get you to himself, but sadly your drinks didn’t hit you that much yet. Still the only person that was on your mind was Dabi. You wanted to look at him, and see what’s he doing, but you were afraid once you turn around you’ll find Akari all over him again, or even worse making out with him. It would definitely ruin your night.

After few more drinks, you finally started getting tipsy. While Mother Mother was playing, you and Himari were jumping around, making your way back toward the table to get your other drink that was already there, you two were screaming at each other ,, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, you better run’’ moving your body crazily just as the music was.

,, Cheers’’ Himari screamed, once both of you placed a bit salt on your hand. Licking the salt of your hand, both of you drank the tequila fast before sucking the lemon. Making the weird face, both of you laughed preparing another shot.

Making your way back to the others, both of you were going crazy to the beat of the song you loved. With a new drink in your hand, you didn’t think about the consequences. After all the music was just so good, you simply had to drink.

Dancing around, you felt a body pressed against your. Tilting your head to the side, you realized it’s Kai standing behind you, trying to get as much of you as he could. At that moment you didn’t give a fuck anymore, just giving in and dancing with him. You saw Himari and Mina laughing at you, thinking you two will get together.

,, I’ll go smoke one fast, wanna come?’’ Kai asked. You simply shook your head giving him a sign that you'll simply wait and found yourself once again dancing with Himari. You were glad Himari was there, since without her you wouldn’t have much fun as you had now.

,, You are fast’’ you said, feeling Kai’s body behind you again. Slow down by Chase Atlantic started playing, no better song for grinding your body against someone else. Moving your body slowly, you felt his hands holding your hips firmly.

,, Are you sure you aren‘t into daddy kink doll?“raspy and deep voice made you twitch in shock. ,, What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me ?’’ he added, holding your hips stronger, not giving you any chance to move away from him.

You felt like there was no need to answer him, since Mina bought you another drink you were already busy sipping on your drink . After all, all you wanted to do was drink and get wasted in that moment anyway. So you moved your body from the side to the side, enjoying how close his body was to yours.

Realizing that you drank your drink, Dabi took it form your hand and gave it to the bartender that was passing by anyway. Turning you around to face him, he took your arms and placed them around his neck, while his own arms found their way to your waist.

,, Wasn’t the plan to make Kai jealous?’’ he asked. You could feel his hot breath on your ear. Tilting your head a bit to the left, you closed your eyes and gave him a small nod with the biggest grin ever.

The grin was long gone once you felt his hands over your ass, squeezing it tightly. ,, Then why am I at the end the jealous one ?’’ He asked giving you one more squeeze. Drunk like that you forgot about your friends and what might they think.

,, Is this how you treat your daddy?’’ he added, not giving you a chance to even progress the last question he gave you. You were never into daddy kink, but coming from his lips, you were ready to call him daddy as much as he wanted.

,, I want.. drink.. haha’’ you said laughing, hoping he will get you another one, since you weren’t capable to do it on your own anymore.

,, We are going home’’ he said. He was already tipsy on his own, but nowhere drunk as you were. He told everyone that you two are leaving, not giving you much time to greet them. Seeing disappointed look on Akari’s face made your night. IN YOUR FACE YOU BITCH ASS HOE

Dabi helped you wear your cardigan, and placed your bag over your shoulders, before he placed his hand around your waist helping you walk a bit. Well, you could walk, but with his grip around you, it was much easier.

,, I thought you could take care of yourself’’ he said once you two were outside. He placed you on the nearest bench, just to light up his cigarette before he pulled you up once again. You placed your arm around his shoulders, bragging about how you can walk perfectly fine.

,, Stop pissing me off doll, you’re hard to hold’’ he said as his grip was getting stronger.

,,Or what ?’’ You laughed, taking the cigarette from him and placing it between your lips. You don’t smoke usually, but alcohol took over you. Dabi laughed surprised, not used at the sight of you smoking.

,, My little Touya, you weren’t even born when I started smoking’’ you managed to say, while he was just laughing at the nonsense you were telling him.

Dabi didn’t know what he should do first, hold you firmly or pull your dress down, scared it was to high up for everyone else to see what’s under it.

,,Now, behave yourself, we are almost home’’ he said pulling your dress down a little, and throwing the almost done cigarette from your lips on the floor.

At his and your surprise both of your parents were still outside enjoying their time. You threw your arm up in the air ready to greet them, but Dabi stopped you fast enough. It’s not like your parents have anything against you drinking. But he wasn’t in a mood to talk with them about anything tonight. And he knew very well that drunk like that you were more then ready for a chat with them.

,, Already home?’’ Enji screamed once he saw you two. You were ready to brag about how you wanted to party a bit longer, but Dabi once again stopped you, telling them how you didn’t feel good that much.

,,What’s your problem man ?’’ You hissed at the party breaker that was pulling you upstairs to your room. Looking how your parents prepared your room made you grin. There was a mattress beside your bed prepared for Dabi.

,, They really think you’ll sleep down there’’ you grinned.

,, Obviously’’ Dabi said, placing you slowly on your bed.

,, Now, change into your pajama while I’m brushing my teeth’’ he said slowly, making sure you understand every word.

With alcohol in your system, you just lain down to rest a bit, before getting all the power and will you had to change.

Pulling your dress over your head, you started looking for your pajamas. Seeing Dabi’s shirt on the floor, you felt satisfied and just wore it. Standing there in the room, you thought if it’s his shirt he wore today, or just the one he got himself for bed. You would rather sleep naked than in a shirt he just wore in the club. Even the thought of the smell of all the smoke and alcohol made you feel dizzy.

Taking the part of his shirt, you pulled it close enough for you to sniff it making sure it’s not his shirt from clubbing.

,,What are you doing doll? ‘’ You froze. Looking to the side, you saw him leaning on the doorframe while smirk was formed on his lips. Luckily there was enough alcohol in your system to feel embarrassed in that very moment, since the view of you sniffing his shirt was weird as fuck.

,, Can’t get enough of me ?’’ he added getting closer to you. ,, You have to wear some shorts, or I’ll really be forced sleep on the mattress tonight’’ he added looking you up and down, while you just stood there speechless.

,, Come here, let’s take off your make up’’ he said, placing his hand on your back, leading the way to the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, Dabi pulled you up, making you sit on the washing machine. Slowly helping you wash your teeth. Swinging your legs playfully, Dabi almost poured the water he prepared for you on the floor. Placing the glass to the side, he took your legs and wrapped them around his waist. Even tho you weren’t sober, you could completely understand the position you were in. Taking the wet wipes he started cleaning your make up carefully. You just closed your eyes enjoying his touch on your face, while he was giving his best to do it gentle as possible.

Sudden feel of a skin brushing over your nose made you open your eyes. Seeing his face not even inches from yours, made you froze. His nose brushing against your own, before you felt his soft lips against your own.

,, You are driving me crazy’’ he said, placing his forehead against yours. Not thinking twice you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. At first you knew that he was surprised since he just stood there, but after a short second you felt him smile into the kiss, leaning in and wanting more.

With his hands under your, or better to say his own shirt, he was moving them up and down slowly. The touch of his hands rubbing your naked skin softly made you want more of him. Pulling him closer with your legs, you placed your hands on his chest , wanting to feel everything you could.

Pulling your head back breaking the kiss, you attacked his neck, leaving wet kisses all over it. Touya pulled your body up, placing his hands on your ass, making his way toward your room. Making small breaks while pushing your body against the wall trying to kissing you like his life depended on it.

Once he placed you on the bad, he didn’t waste any time, hovering over you and kissing your neck. Wanting everyone to know to who you belong to. He wanted to make sure the next time you see Kai, he will know that Dabi is the one that’s dicking you down.

,, I know you couldn’t stand the sight of me and Akari, but grinding on Kai like a little whore, making me all jealous was really unnecessary’’ he gasped between kisses. Pulling the shirt over your head he threw it over the room, leaving you only in your panties. ,, especially in that little dress of yours” he added, as he looked over your half naked body.

,, Fuck you, what did you expect of me, I was mad’’ you moaned out once you felt his lips on your breast, sucking and biting it.

,, Well.. guess what’’ he said, still sucking your boob, while squeezing the other one.

,,What?’’ you breathed out, eyes closed while enjoying his lips on your body.

,, Daddy will punish his little naughty girl’’ he said, once again leaving wet love marks all over your chest.

,,Touya, I’m really not into daddy kink’’ you said, your hands deep inside his hair.

,, But I am’’ he said, his head in front of your, making eye contact with you. ,, And tonight I want everyone to know who your real daddy is. I want everyone to know who you belong to’’ he said, wrapping his hand around your throat. ,, Do you understand me ?’’ he added.

,,Yes’’ you whispered, not breakig the eye contact.

,,Yes what?’’ he asked as his hand started to apply pressure to your throat. Not being used to choking, you couldn’t really manage to give him the right answer. It wasn’t the kind of choking where you felt like passing out because of the lack of oxygen, but you were still new to it.

,,Yes daddy’’ you managed to say somehow. Satisfied with your answer, Dabi moved his hand away from your throat, leaving small kisses over the same spot where his hand left small marks.

,, Such a good girl’’ he said, pulling your panties down. Licking his lips, as you were exposed to him. The fact that you were so valuable to him, and knowing how much power he had over you was turning Touya even more on.

Not wasting any time, he spread your thighs further apart, his head leaning down to run his tongue through your folds. Feeling his tongue piercing on your clit, something you always wanted to feel, made you throw you head back into the pillow, while grabbing Dabi’s head pulling him closer to yourself.

Licking you around your opening, the warm and hot feeling of his tongue, mixed with cold feeling of his piercing was making you shiver. You could feel him smirk against your core as he saw how much effect he has on you. You moan as his lips and tongue move against your folds, eating you out like it’s his last meal.

,,Touya please’’ you moan out, as he sucks roughly on your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt up, as your fingers grab his messy hair.

Flicking his tongue roughly and tugging your clit, his hands were holding your thighs firmly, as his light blue eyes were focused on you. It doesn’t take him long to make you cum all over his mouth, his name falling from your lips shamelessly. Climbing over you, he kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, you started kissing his tattoos, something you wanted to do long time ago. Especially since he came back. Dabi breathed heavily, his head hanging low, while you were under him kissing every little line that covered his body.

He gave you the time you needed, exploring his body as much as you wanted. But once he felt your small hands pulling down his shorts together with his boxers, and licking the tip of his already erected dick, he had to stop you. At your surprise, even his dick was pierced.

,, Another time doll’’ he said, pulling you up. ,, I’ve been dying to fuck you since forever’’ he added, slowly rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. Without any warning his slammed his whole length inside making your scream both in pleasure and pain. Wiggling a little, trying to move just a bit away from him, hoping the pain will go away. But Touya couldn’t let that happened, now when he finally had his dick deep inside you.

,,Just relax baby’’ he said not moving, letting you adjust to his size. Placing soft kisses all over your jaw, then slowly moving out of you, only for him to slide back in, so slow that you could feel every vain of his dick move, together with his piercing rubbing your walls.

Dabi was moving so slow, grinding his hips against yours, as his fingers were rubbing your clit gently. Sliding out of you only until the edge of his head remains, before moving slowly again in, repeating the same move all over again. Only God knew how much he wanted to break you.

,, Touya’’ you moan out once he wraps his fingers with yours, placing your left arm above your head, while his right fingers were still rubbing your clit in circles. Your legs shake as you wrap them around him, another orgasm hitting you hard.

Dabi moans with you, as you squeeze his dick while riding of your orgasm. With you having your second orgasm, he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Your warm walls around him coated in juices were driving him crazy. All the soft and slow moves were forgotten, making his motions now much deeper and intense. Pulling out till the end and slamming recklessly into you again. Groaning in pleasure, he was slamming into you with a speed you could only imagine.

,, Touya, slow down’’ you moaned, closing your eyes, still sensitive from your second orgasm. ,, I don’t think I can take it’’ you added, trying to catch your breath.

,,Of course you can take it. Look at you, you’re taking it right now doll’’ he groaned, holding your hips in one place while fucking you hard like no one ever has before. You were a moaning mess, with every move your moans were louder.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned, fingers still connected to his. Grabbing his back with your left hand and digging your fingers inside his skin.

,, You’re takng it so well love’’ he said, groaning as he felt the pressure of your nails digging into his back. ,, Go ahead, scratch my back as much as you want’’ he added kissing you sloppily.

Once he started rubbing your clit again, you found yourself digging your nails into his back like a wild cat, finding comfort in it. ,, Touya’’ you moaned his name out as both of you were coming closer to your highs. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, his moves becoming more deeper and jankier. His eyes were shut, while your body started shaking once again. Once again you felt your orgasm pulsing through your stomach, and there you were again squeezing his dick not being able to control yourself as you moaned his name over and over again. Dabi continued fucking you , his groans getting louder and louder, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter while you were milking his dick down, he released. Emptying his seeds deep into you.

Both of you stayed in the same position, trying to breath normally. His thumb gently rubbing your hand, as he placed kisses all over your bruised neck.

,, You have no idea how much I wanted to be with you’’ he said between the kisses. ,,I’m so in love with you doll’’ he breathed out, making you feel butterfly’s inside your stomach.

,, Are you?’’ you asked, tilting your head just enough to look at him.

,, Don’t act like you didn’t know already’’ he said smiling, while brushing his nose against your cheek. Of course you didn’t know.

,,Fuck you, I was dying here for you, thinking my love is just one sided’’ you said hitting his chest lightly. ,, I even dated Kai hoping I’ll forget you somehow’’ you added hitting him once again, making him laugh a bit.

,, Don’t mention his name. That’s the past. You belong to me now, only me’’ he said, grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You were always his anyway.

,, All yours, Touya’’ you said, kissing him back-

,, Are you kids awake ? ´´ Enji’s head peeked inside your room, finding his eldest son naked on top of his best friends daughter. Making him choke on the air and forgetting the actual reason he was looking for you two.

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azaleavi · 3 years

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“All of the songs are about you”

Requested by anon: Hi, first of all I want to thank you for all your amazing work that you share with us, I absolutely adore everything that you write!!! Secondly, I was wondering if I could request something with Sebastian, where reader is a famous singer and younger than him, and when they reveal their relationship, people start saying that he is only using her and he gets worried that she will leave him for someone her age. Once again, thank you! 😚

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Author's note: Thank you for your kind words dear nonnie! I hope you like it.

Warning(s): language

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Both of you being famous wasn't easy with you being a singer and Sebastian being an actor. Especially when you wanted to keep your relationship a secret and you were quite younger than him. You have been dating for a while now and you couldn't be more in love with him. He was your muse for many of your songs, but the fans didn't know that. They did notice though that you started writing more love songs than before. You got questions about it almost every day, but you never answered them. They had their speculations, but you never confirmed any of it. It might be selfish, but you wanted to keep him all to yourself and both of you agreed to wait a little more before going public. He was promoting his new movie and you didn't want people to think that you announced your relationship only to give more publicity to it. But sometimes the universe doesn't care what you want.

It was a normal day, like any other, when you were at Sebastian's house and you started craving some McDonald's. The weather was nice for the time being past 10 pm so you decided to go out to buy it instead of ordering. It was dark already so you weren't afraid that anybody would see or recognize you. It was a five minute walk from his house and you thought it would be nice have a short walk. You waited for Sebastian to lock the front door then started walking down the street hand in hand. It probably wasn't the best idea, but you really didn't think that any paparazzi would be near you. You went into the fast food place to buy what you needed, then started walking back to his place, laughing at a story he was telling you. You loved these late night walks, the dark giving you a sense of comfort.

"Baby" he stopped walking as still giggled, making you stop as well. You turned to him, eyebrows raised in question, a smile still on your face. "I love you" he blurted out, intently looking at you, waiting for your reaction. He never said it before, despite dating for almost 6 months now. You didn't say it either yet, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or rush him. After his last relationship he wanted to be extra sure when saying the three words and you understood him. Your heart skipped a few beats at his confession, the smile widening on your lips.

"I love you too, Seb." you beamed, stepping closer to him and pulling him into a hug.

"Thank god." he mumbled into your hair, making you pull away.

"What do you mean 'thank god'? How could I not feel the same way about you? Haven't you heard the songs I wrote lately?" you asked jokingly in disbelief, but knowing he didn't mean it like that.

"You know what I mean" he blushed under the light of the streetlamp.

"I do" your arms going around his neck you pulled him down into a deep kiss. When you broke apart you walked back to his house to finally eat.

What you didn't realize was that there was a paparazzi following you, getting the perfect angle of your kiss, taking a series of photos.

The next morning you were woken up by your phone essentially exploding with calls and messages. You groaned as you reached for it, barely being able to touch it as Sebastian refused to let go of your waist.

"Why is your phone waking us up at the ass crack of dawn?" he groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know" you unlocked it to see at least 25 calls from your manager and another few from friends and family. Around the same amount of texts were sent as well, making you sit up in bed, confused. "Something is wrong." he sat up at your tone to look at your phone. You dialed your manager, putting it on speaker. She picked up right away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she almost screamed into the device, making Sebastian look at you.

"I was sleeping. It's 7 am." you explained.

"Care to tell me why is you and Sebastian kissing plastered on every news site on the internet right now?" your whole world stopped at her words.

"What did you say?" Sebastian spoke up as you were still frozen in your spot.

"Oh your partner in crime is there too? Great. I don't have to say this twice." she was being sarcastic, but you didn't care. You just wanted an explanation.

"Tell us what is happening, please" you pleaded.

"There are multiple pictures of you going around. They are claiming that they took them last night." she explained, but that wasn't enough.

"What pictures?" you asked.

"Pictures of you holding hands and kissing." you ran your hand through your hair.

"Fuck" Sebastian sighed.

"That's an understatement." you heard shuffling on the other side. "So I recommend you guys figure out what you are going to do and do it real fast because it is getting out of hand."

"Yeah, sure we will do that." he took the phone from you. "Thanks."

"Just doing my work." she ended the call with a sigh. Sebastian looked at you as you stared at your legs, deep in thought.

"Hey" he brushed his hand up your back, shaking you out of your mind.

"Yeah?" you looked at him, startled.

"We need to do something." he explained.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. What should we do? Go public? I mean we don't really have any other choice." you furrowed your brows.

"Do you want that?" he wanted you to be hundred percent okay with whatever you were going to do.

"Yes, I just hoped it wouldn't happen like this." you sighed. "Do you want that?" you asked back.

"Yes. We already talked about going public so I guess we will have to do it now." he shrugged.

"How are we doing this then?" you stood up to get dressed, getting ready for the day.

"Posting a video on TikTok?" he grinned.

"Absolutely not. We are not posting on Tiktok." you shook your head, laughing.

"So where do you want it? Facebook?" he raised his eyebrows, joking.

"No." you laughed. "I was thinking about posting a pic on Instagram." you threw out the idea. Both of you used the app a lot so it would be the best choice.

"Okay, let's find a picture." he also stood up.

"Ah-ah" you held out your hand to stop him. "You talk to your manager while I pick out a picture to post on my account and you can post one on yours if you want to. Mine is going to be a surprise." you grinned, already having one in mind. It was your favorite picture of you, taken by a friend without your knowledge. You were in a parking lot at the beach, you sitting on the hood of his car while he was standing between your legs, kissing you. There was a second picture, where you were leaning your forehead against his, both of you laughing at your friends shouting at you to get a room. Both of your faces were clearly seen on them so you decided to post both of them.

'All of the songs are about you' the caption read. In seconds your notifications were blowing up with comments from fans. You didn't want to read them, because you knew how people on the internet could get and you knew that you being younger than him would bother some of them. Sebastian came out of the bedroom to sit next to you.

"You posted it?" he asked, taking out his phone.

"Yep" you smiled. You leaned your head against his shoulder as he opened the app, waiting for his reaction. He immediately searched up your name and tapped on the photo. His thumb froze on the little heart as he read the caption. He put the phone down and grabbed your chin to pull you to his soft lips in a kiss.

"I love you." he mumbled into your lips.

"I love you too." you giggled. He pulled away to pick up the phone to leave a comment. 'If I wrote songs mine would be about you too' you snorted at it. "You are cute"

A few days later you had enough courage to check the comments people were leaving online. Maybe it wasn't the best idea.

'Jesus. Isn't he like 12 years older than her?? Gross'

'He is definitely using her lmao but I can't blame him, get that coin king'

'Y'all think she calls him daddy in the bedroom kjsdnhs'

'She is just using him to write songs'

There were nice comments as well, calling you cute together and wishing you well. The mean comments always stuck with you more though and you didn't want Sebastian to read them. It was enough that you went through them. Both of you were a little insecure about your age gap, but you loved each other so you helped the other through the harder times.

You got to his house and walked in as he asked you to not to knock anymore. You found him sitting on his couch, phone in hand. Hoping that he wasn't doing what you thought he was doing you sat down next to him. He had instagram open.

"Seb" you sighed, taking the phone out of his hands.

"What? I just wanted to see what they were saying." he tried to defend himself.

"You shouldn't read these." you shook your head. "So you wanna watch a movie?" you changed the subject. He agreed with your suggestion.

The movie had been playing for a half an hour when he pulled away from your cuddling.

"What if they are right?" his voice was so quiet so almost didn't hear him. You paused the movie to look at him.

"What do you mean?" you asked, confused by his sudden outburst.

"The comments saying that you could do so much better than me" he kept looking at his feet. You sat up and grabbed his chin to turn his head towards you, your heart breaking at his words. This was exactly why you didn't want him to read them.

"Baby" you sighed. "They are not right. Not even by far. I could not find anyone better than you even if I tried. But I'm not trying because I have you with me and you are the best thing that happened to me in a long time. So get that thought out of your head." you stared into his eyes to get your point across.

"But don't you want someone your age?"

"No I don't." you shook your head. "I am perfectly happy with you and I don't need anyone else." you held his cheeks between your palms. "Plus I like it that you are older." you smirked making him chuckle lightly. Climbing onto his lap you pulled him closer. "I love it that you are more experienced." you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "I love it that you are taller." a kiss under his ear. "I love it that you are always so so sweet to everyone you meet." a kiss on his nose. Your right hand went into his hair as your lips kissed down to his neck. "And I love the way you make me feel when it's just the two of us." you whispered into his ear, your breath hitting his skin, making him let out a moan. He grabbed your waist in a strong grip. "I love how big your hands are." you nipped at his skin on his neck earning another noise of pleasure and his fingers digging into your skin. "But most importantly" you pulled away so you could look into his eyes to show your sincerity. "I love you. All of you. With everything I have." his eyes softened as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"I love you too."

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cherryatiny · 4 years

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 (𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡) 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

„Are you done, baby?“ Resonated the voice of your sugar daddy Hongjoong from outside the luxurious bathroom you were dressing up in. As you were finishing putting on dark red matte lipstick - the last detail of your makeup to decorate your perfect image, you opened the door and stepped outside into the wide hallway of his house.

Hongjoong was taking you out tonight. He had to use this opportunity of the only performance the worldwide famous soprano singer had in your city.

Coming out of the bathroom, you were wearing the black satin gown made by the best French tailors, Hongjoong bought for you when he was staying in Paris last week. It was as if the dress was made for you and you only, perfectly accentuating every curve you wanted to show off.

„Gosh, you look like an angel who fell straight from the sky, beautiful. Words can't explain how pleased I'm to accompany a lady this charming. Ladies first, we should get going to the philharmonic orchestra, shall we?“

Hongjoong bowed a little as he saw you, holding out his hand for you to take. A true gentleman. Going outside the luxurious mansion, a limousine was already waiting for you two in front of his grand house.

If there was anything Hongjoong loved more than you, it was spoiling you with everything you wanted, so when he heard that the primadonna you were fond of, was going to sing in your city, he had to buy the tickets with the best seats for you two.

Walking down the red carpet, straight to the VIP lounge of the philharmonic orchestra. Leaving your purse on one of the hangers, along with the coat Hongjoong helped you to take off, you sat down on one of the two velvet sofas there were, as Hongjoong did the same next to you.

The waiter who was previously waiting by the door came up to you two, a bottle of red wine from the best French winery in his hand as he poured you two a glass.

Throughout the concert Hongjoong’s hand never left its place on your upper thigh, your one, on top of his, fingers playing with the rings he had on.

However, the concert was kind of forgotten as you two just peacefully enjoyed the presence of each other.

The sound of a steak being grilled, vegetables being roasted, the tastiest smell of the chocolate lava cake that was being baked only added to the sight of your handsome sugar daddy Seonghwa, as you two enjoyed your time together in his black & white marble kitchen.

You were sitting on a kitchen counter, watching Seonghwa who had his back facing you as he stirred the vegetables, however, your mouth wasn't wetting at the vegetables, but the immaculate sight of his broad shoulders in the white shirt.

It wasn't a problem for Seonghwa to afford any 5-star Michelin restaurant or rent the best chef in the country to cook for you, but it didn't have the same atmosphere, nor was it a gesture that came straight out of his heart, like cooking for you himself was.

As he turned off the stove, he served the meal on pretty ceramic plates with golden lining. Pouring champagne into a fancy glass and dropping some strawberries into it, Seonghwa picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and arms around his neck to not fall, he seated you on a dining chair in front of the glass dining table

Flashing him a smile, you dipped your tongue into the bitter alcoholic liquid, cutting the vegetables and the meat on your plate, you put some of it into your mouth, the tasty food melting on your tongue.

Like seriously, is there something this man is bad at? He is the most lovable person you know, he's smart, he's handsome, he can cook, and he can definitely bring you a lot of enjoyable moments in bed...

„Enjoy the dinner, beautiful. I hope you’ll like what I’ve cooked for you and don’t get too full, because there are also some desserts waiting for you.“

You laughed at his flirty comment because you knew the chocolate cake wasn’t the only dessert waiting for you tonight.

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Spoiling his sugar baby, buying expensive clothing and accessories for her, or just spending money on her in general, was probably Yunho’s favourite activity. So when he was scrolling down different blogs trying to look for some place to take you to next a photo of Milan in Italy popped up.

Travelling there wasn't a problem as your sugar daddy Yunho owned a private jet ready to take him wherever he pleased. And before you could say anything, you were already laying in a king-sized bed with a tray full of different types of breakfast food, because in Yunho's opinion there was no better way to start a day than with a tasty breakfast in bed.

Laying next to you, he fed you crepes with fruits, pouty smile showed up on his face as he saw how much you seemed to have enjoyed the food he ordered for you, his hand tucking your hair behind your ears so it didn't get to you face as you ate.

After the breakfast you had to take a shower because let's say, there just wasn't much energy left to shower the night before. And as you finished showering an outfit Yunho prepared for you was already waiting there, since you two were supposed to go out today and do some shopping for the next week's ball Yunho was taking you to.

And there came his favourite part of this day - shopping. It wasn't a coincidence he chose Milan for your trip, since it was a city of fashion you two adored that much. Shops like Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, or Versace, you name it. Yunho's hand found your as you two intervened fingers and headed your way through the beautiful city.

„Princess, take this dress as well. I’m sure it'll look amazing on you, this shade of blue is totally your colour.“

You know, when shopping with Yunho, everyone would feel like the prettiest person alive, he won't stop hyping you up or complimenting you as you show yourself off in different robes. The current blue satin robe, that was accentuating your curves went perfectly with the clear high heels with diamond straps that adorned your ankles. However, the diamonds on the straps weren't that shining as the ones in Yunho's eyes when he looked at you in awe.

„Oh god, no words needed, we must get you this dress, it's just so... perfect on you baby. Now… what do you think of us going shopping for lingerie and you give me another private fashion show afterwards?“

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

After you got into a sugar daddy type of relationship with Yeosang, you learned the difference between secret and private relationship. Even though people knew you two were in some kind of relationship, no one knew what it was about and apart of that, Yeosang liked to keep things rather private and just between the two of you. So the best dates in his opinion were the dates where you two weren't in public and could be just by yourself, which was quite difficult to carry out considering your busy schedules.

„Good evening, Mr. Kang. Your table is ready, the restaurant is closed down as usual, so you two could dine and enjoy each other in private.”

Said the young waitress, who was here always at the times you two came.

Showing you the way wasn't necessary as you always took the same table. The one right next to the glass wall with a panorama of the city covered in the dark, shining lights that decorated the evening in the streets.

You usually just stood there quietly for a few minutes, while the best cooks in the city prepared your meal. A glass of red wine, in one of Yeosang’s hands and the second one, wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him. At this point, dinner at this restaurant was like a ritual, always keeping your schedule free for a few hours on a friday evening no matter what.

Every friday, Yeosang would reserve the whole restaurant for two hours, just so you two can eat in private, and spent the time talking and enjoying each other's presence.

„The view today is magnificent, the lights are shining bright, not as impressive as my girl though, but it's still very beautiful.”

Giving you a soft peck on your cheek, Yeosang's hand motioned for you to sit down on the leather chair with soft cushions, and talk to him about your week while enjoying your favourite food with the best man in the world.

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

„Gosh, princess come on, why does it always take you so long to pack when we go somewhere, it isn't like you're gonna wear something half of the time though. I told you that you don’t need to bring anything, I’ll buy you anything you need when we get there, so please hurry up already...”

You couldn't quite understand why San was being so impatient to leave when the jet you were flying by was his, therefore, it probably wouldn't be that much of a problem if you came a few minutes late, but you still listened and obeyed his complaints, zipping up the luggage you decided to take with you.

Turning around, your eyes fell on the already impatient figure of you sugar daddy San, the unbuttoned top buttons of his white linen shirt exposed how in shape he was, sometimes making you wonder why he hadn't become a model with a face and body like that, but when you came to think about that, if he were famous, he wouldn't have been yours...

San needed a well-deserved rest at some peaceful place for a while, since his job was stressing him out so much, and there wasn’t a better rest than a week on a private island with his beautiful sugar baby. And since you already finished your semester, there wasn't a problem with you leaving for two weeks.

His limousine along with a driver, with who you were well acquainted, was already outside his mansion, waiting to take you to the airport. San, like the true gentleman he was, immediately took the luggage out of your hand and opened the door of the limo for you.

Throughout the drive to the airport, you were sitting on the back seat next to him, your head on his shoulder and his fingers playing with your hair.

You fell asleep on the way to the airport since San for some unknown reason woke you up at 5 fucking am, and San just couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked as you were in the peaceful state occupied daydreaming. And because of that, he didn't have the heart to wake you up, so as you two arrived at the airport, his strong arms picked you up close to his chest as he carried you to the jet bridal style.

⩥ ��𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Seeing the impact your overly stressful work had on you lately, Mingi couldn’t leave you to suffer and cope with it by yourself, that’s why he had to come up with a way to help you relax, and there wasn't a better way to make you relax than to take you to a luxurious spa resort in mountains.

He wanted to dedicate you a week full of massages, swimming pools, jacuzzis, saunas and of course himself. While you two were there, Mingi had carefully planned out your daily routines, so you can get as much relaxation as possible.

According to his in your opinion completely unnecessary schedule, it was time for a good massage. But for real, what was the point of creating a timetable, when you could just be spontaneous. However, it was still really cute and thoughtful of him.

The male masseur hasn't even massaged you for more than five minutes, when Mingi told him off, jealous at having to watch the way the male's strong arms rubbed on your bareback rather inappropriately in his eyes. And that was why Mingi was currently massaging scented oil into your skin, certain that he'll do better than the male masseur because he knows what's the best for his princess.

His hands roamed all over your body, not leaving any part of it untouched, and by that time, you both knew that it wasn't just a massage to relieve stress anymore. He tried to hold himself back to not tug at the towel that covered your bottom half from him, his eyes drifted to the wet swimsuit you previously had on when you two went swimming.

„Princess, what do you think of jacuzzi right now? You know, the one that's outside on our balcony, we could watch as the snowflakes fell onto the ground, while mountains covered us from the sun, while enjoying the hot water and bubbles. And since it’s private I don’t think there would be any need to wear a swimsuit…”

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

„Mr. Jung, here’s the virgin mojito for you and Ms. Y/L/N” interrupted the waiter you and your sugar daddy Wooyoung in a conversation full of teasing and sexual tension. Poor boy, the awkward discomfort visible on his face. You two smiled at him and took the drink he handed you „Hmm, virgin mojito, just like the first time we met, well except for the virgin part...“

You two were laying on the couchette, the beach umbrella keeping you safe before the piercing sun rays. You cringed at the reference about your virginity from the first time you two met in the club. „Oh my god, Wooyoung can you not-“

Looking at him in disbelief through the expensive sunglasses you had on, you both fell into a burst of deep laughter at the memories from a few months ago that were flooding back. Taking a sip from the cold drink in your hand, you eyed the people that were playing around on the beach or in the sea.

„Wanna go swimming, princess?“ giving Wooyoung a side-eye, you pondered over his idea, without any word being said you stood up from the couchette and made your way to the sea. Looking back you saw Wooyoung still sitting there under the umbrella watching you in the distance.

„You going or not?“ and with that, he ran over to where you were, a mischievous smile on his face as he picked you up unexpectedly, running with you deeper into the water, „Jung Wooyoung, if you throw me into the water, I'll fucking kill you.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Opening the massive door of your sugar daddy Jongho’s penthouse, with the golden entrance card e gave you, you stepped into the marble hallway. His housekeeper took the purse from your hand and helped you take off the coat you had on.

And as you arrived in the living room, he was already waiting for you there, his eyes shining brighter than the beaming smile he had on when he was you standing there in all your glory. You two haven't seen each other for almost two months he spent abroad.

And as soon as you caught the look in his eyes, you ran towards him, not wanting to wait any longer until you can finally hug him. Jongho's strong arms effortlessly picked you up as your legs wrapped around his waist to get closer than possible to him as you hugged him, probably squeezing the soul out of him.

„Baby, I’ve missed you so much, my pretty little princess, I promise to never leave you for this long, every day I had to spend without you was like a punishment. And the guilt I felt for neglecting you was eating me alive, that’s why I had to bring you some gifts to make it up for you. Come on, let me show you.”

You pecked the tip of his nose as you always did, the look in your eyes telling him that you felt exactly the same without him, allowing him to take you wherever he wanted. Not letting you go out of his arms that held you up, he took you to the guest room of his penthouse.

The one that was usually empty, because you of course always spent the night in his room, when you were staying over. Opening the door of the room for you, you almost fell from his arms as you saw all the designer dresses, shoes or accessories there were. „Jongho, baby, but you didn’t have to buy me anything, I just wanted you to finally be home.”

„Well, then now you not only have me but all of this. I too wanted to get back to you as soon as possible, but you know how much I love spoiling the heck out of you, so buying these things for you helped me overcome the sorrow I felt from not being able to be with you, princess.“

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shaekingshitup · 4 years

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MIRACLES HAPPEN

DAY ONE: TANGERINE

A/N: Y’ALL! I WAS DUPED! @teakturn puts out a 25 Days of Christmas every year and my dumbass said I would do it too. But I decided to add a little diversity to the culture and we’re doing a Chrismukkah adventure this year on this blog! This is picking up after this request that I got earlier this year. None of this shit is proofread because I am literally just writing by the seat of my pants so read at your own discretion. I will probably end up rewriting this entire mini series in the future. But enjoy it now. If you wanna be tagged, lmk! Also, I know that in In Sight I said there was a cure for COVID. Swap that out for a vaccine y’all. Viruses can’t be cured.

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DAY ONE: TANGERINE

December 18, 2022

“Baby you ready?!” Tre called into the house as reached into the basket on his way to the garage. He came up empty handed for the keys to his Lexus. Opening the door to the garage, he saw Sol sitting in the passenger seat of the running car.

Tre walked over to his baby as Sol smirked at him.

“You late again,” she said.

“I’m never late,” Tre said opening the door and climbing in, “You just early as always,” he shot back as he put the car in reverse. Sol playfully rolled her eyes. After two years of being together, this was always their running joke. The first time they’d met, she’d been pacing back and forth awaiting his arrival. Even after finding their own groove, she still found herself being the one waiting for him- but, he always made it worth it so it was hard for her to complain.

Tre pulled out of the driveway and clicked the remote to shut the door. Out of instinct, his hand went to Sol’s thigh when he put it in drive. “Did you grab my yarmulke?” Tre asked as he threw her a glance.

“Please don’t insult me. This ain’t my first feast Nemo.” the indignant manner which she spoke had her and Tre struggling to keep in their bouts of laughter. “Yes, baby. They’re in the backseat.”

“Good. Good. What’s the other name for them again?” Tre asked as he merged onto the nearly empty highway. A five a.m call time could be a blessing and a curse.

“Kippah” is the Hebrew word for the male cap and “kippot” is the Hebrew word for the female cap.” Sol answered on autopilot as she mused on their situation. She was still taken aback that they’d been contacted by Black Juice to begin with. She’d been following them ever since they’d done that feature with Drake talking about how his own Jewish faith influenced his career path. Although she wasn’t as active in her Jewish faith as she’d wished she’d been in recent years it was still a huge victory to be acknowledged by the leading Black Jewish media network. Okay so maybe they were the only Black Jewish media network. But that definitely meant they were in the lead! She wasn’t stupid to think that this kind of opportunity would have come without Trevante in her life. But, she wasn’t gonna knock it either.

This 8 Days of Miracles was the perfect task she needed as she figured out what the next step was for her career. Now that she’d finally finished her academic portion of her career she wasn’t sure how to proceed. So throwing herself into this project and hosting both her family and Tre’s for the holidays was the best distraction she could ask for. This time always gave her hope and made her realize that any kind of bullshit she’d put up with wasn’t in vain. It was her annual reset. New Year’s be damned. It also made her feel closer to her father and there wasn’t anyone in this world she’d loved more. At least that’s what she’d thought. She felt pressure on her thigh from the number one contender for her heart as Tre gave her a slight squeeze.

“What’s on ya mind Sunshine?” Sol looked down at his hand and couldn’t help but cheese. She still beamed every time he called her by that nickname.

“I was thinking about my dad and how proud he’d be to see me reppin his faith,” Sol said absentmindedly touching her necklace. Tre listened attentively as he grazed his thumb against her thigh in a gentle motion. “ I mean, I don’t know if he could have known that all of the years he instilled in us the value of miracles when we were children we’d still be celebrating Hanukkah after he was gone.”

“I’m sure he didn’t know.” Tre started out slowly. He honestly wasn’t even sure if she’d finished her thoughts, “But, he probably hoped you would.” The phone rang as they turned off the street and into the lot. “STEPH 👷🏿‍♀️💪🏿” flashed across the Caller ID on his dashboard. Tre clicked the answer button on his steering wheel as Sol handed him his badge to show to Nico, the Security Attendant.

“We’re at Security Steph,” Tre answered as he nodded at Nico.

“Okay good. I just wanted to make sure we were starting the day off on time.” Tre and Sol shared a glance.

“Woman don’t start with me. Call time is 5 and it’s 4:39. We don’t play that late shit over here and you know it.

“Well, I also grabbed your favorite donuts from Craft Services so no one else would steal them and I wanted to know how long I had to hoard them for your ungrateful self. I can put them back if you’d like sir,”

“Steph. You can ignore Tre.” Sol chimed in. “We appreciate you and will be walking in the door in exactly 2 minutes. Tre is parking as we speak. We’ll see you soon.”

“Tre, you lucky you have her. Keep her if you want to keep the best managent in town. Bye y’all!!” Steph sang as she hung up. Sol let out a cackle because Steph refused to be referred as anything other than a managent as Tre stood there dumbfounded at how he was being left out to dry. But he knew better than to go against two black women before he’d even finished his morning coffee. He just hopped out the whip and opened Sol’s door so she could do the same.

Once they’d gotten their morsels of food, gone through hair and makeup and snapped a few photos for Black Juice and their own social media accounts, they were back on the road headed deeper into LA. They had a cameraman in the backseat filming their every move, one car guided them to their location and another followed them as they maneuvered through the cars that were poppin up for their morning commutes. Sol was on her IG live and answering any questions that popped up about where they were headed and her Hanukkah festivities. She watched as the number quickly jumped from 5,000 viewers to 13,000 and counting. She wasn’t sure what this many people were doing up at this hour but she wasn’t complaining. Tre’s mama was of course one of them. He was a mama’s boy through and through and she was always there to support him at any opportunity she could. Sol made sure to greet her specifically. Tre bopped his head to some Jill Scott- being careful not to let his yarmulke fall. Sol sipped some hot cocoa from her thermos and sang off key with him. As soon as they turned on a residential street, she felt awash in a new warmth that the hot chocolate couldn’t touch. She shook Tre’s arm enthusiastically.

“It’s time!!” she beamed, “Are you ready?!” Tre chuckled at her immediate change in attitude. The car in front was already parked and the camera crew was out on the sidewalk.

“Yes Sol. I’m ready to spread some holiday cheer. Let’s go make somebody’s day he said. Before Tre could even put the car in park, she was reaching for the handle”

“AHT AHT AHT” Tre barked out loud causing the cameraman man in the backseat to jump,“ Tre was already exiting the driver’s side and pointed his finger at her as he crossed in front of the car “Don’t even try it.” Sol rolled her eyes and pouted as she waited the few seconds for him to open her door.

“Thanks Tre,” she stuck out her tongue. She was like a kid in a candy store and was ready to full out sprint to the front door. The IG live comments were flying.

Okay Daddy Tre! I need a mans to talk to me like that. 🥵🥵

Did this man just bark at her? 🐶

Loook so long as he handles this backdoor he can open any other door that he pleases sis!

Y’all females is wylin as usual.

Sol glanced at them. “Imma need y’all to stay out of grown folks’ business and just enjoy this holiday work we are puttin in okay” She handed her phone to another crew member and grabbed Tre’s hand to drag him to the front door.

She pushed the button for the doorbell but no sound rang out. Tre gave three succinct raps on the door and heard someone rushing down the stairs. The door was flung open by a woman in black slacks and a blinding blue polo emblazoned with a nametag that ironically labeled this young woman as “Tangerine”. She couldn’t be more than 25 years old and the toddler saddled on her hip only added to her youthful appearance.

“Hi Tangerine,” Tre began, “My name’s Trevante and this is Sol,” he gestured to Sol at his side.

“Hi?” Tangerine answered confused at this couple and the cameras that followed them.

“We’re here today with Black Juice, a local Black organization that highlights the experience of the Black Jewish community and we’re doing 8 Days of Miracles,”

“Okay..” Tangerine said not sounding any less confused. “ I’m not Jewish.” Sol took over as she could tell that Tre’s efforts weren’t getting them anywhere.

“We’re here because your friend Kira sent in a letter telling us about how great of a mother you are. She said that you’ve been working two jobs here to support you and your daughter.” At this, Sol smiled at the baby, “She told us that the second job you have is for daycare expenses alone. We wanted to come out here today and let you know that we see what you do and how hard you go to make sure you give your daughter the best. So, we wanted to help you out and give you this. “ Tre gave her the envelope he had in his hand. It read “Day 1: Tangerine”

Tangerine took the envelope as Tre explained. “We’ve paid for your daughter’s child care for the next two years so you can give yourself a break.” She opened the envelope to see the receipt from Tiny Tots Kindercare and didn’t even know what to do.

“I don’t know what to say.” She paused for a moment as what this truly meant registered in her mind. “I can quit this job and actually spend more time with my baby and focus on my candles.”

“Your candles?” Sol asked.

“Yeah. I make candles by hand. I took a few classes and have played with a few scents. Some friends have asked me to make them some and I’ve been waitin to be a little more secure with my money before I start at it.” she answered exhaling deeply.

“Do you have any candles right now?” Tre asked peeking a little further in her apartment. Sol slapped his arm.

“Could you be any nosier?” she chastised with love.

“Yeah I have some. Do you mind holding Layla?” she asked but she practically threw the child into Sol’s arms as she ran to grab her stash of candles. Sol put on her sweetest voice and spoke to Layla about how old she was and if she liked her friends at daycare. When her mom came back Sol could see the sheer joy that she had when showing off her handiwork.

Tangerine went through all six of her candles and their various scents with them and by the end Tre had bought each one. She was floored and couldn’t do anything but cry at the way her morning was turning around. It wasn’t even 7:30 and she’d already gotten 2 years of childcare, a reason to quit her grocery store job and someone who actually wanted to buy her candles.

Before they left, Tre made her promise to hit him up when her site and IG were live so he could get more candles and share it with all of his friends. Sol returned Layla to her mother saying her goodbyes and grabbed Tre’s hand to head back to car. She leaned on his shoulder and he could see the contentment in her eyes. Sol almost forgot her phone before a crewmember handed it back.

She came back to the IG Live trying not to get too emotional. “Look at that y’all! Day one of Hanukkah is off to a start and we’ve already proved that miracles happen! Y’all better stay tuned in over the next week so you can see who we pop in on next. You never know if it could be you! Thanks to Black Juice for giving us this opportunity to turn someone’s ordinary day into something smile about. Y’all betta check them out so you can see the full footage of what we’ve got goin on! Bye y’all!

“Bye y’all!” Tre called out. They answered a few more questions with Black Juice, said their goodbyes and climbed back into their car.

“Can we go back to bed now?” Tre asked as he pulled back onto the main road and his hand founds Sol’s thigh again. Sol laughed.

“I mean if that’s what you prefer we can. I had some other things in mind.” she suggested.

Tre raised his eyebrow. “I swear you see one baby and you always go 0 to 100”

“Look, I just believe in practicing all aspects of having a child! Even the making part.”

Tre threw his head back laughing. “I’m wit it babygirl”

DING!

“That’s me” Sol said. She looked at her phone screen. A text from “Mama Rhodes” popped up. She’d sent some Pinterest looking bible verse again.

This was the third one this week. It dampened her mood immediately and caused her to groan. The text read:

Seeing you with that little girl made me so happy for the good Christian grandbabies that you and Tre will be blessing me with in the future. I thank Jesus for the miracle of you and my baby everyday XO.

“Tre, I got another one from your mom. When are you gonna talk to her?”

Tre sighed. “I promise. I’ll talk to her soon and it will definitely be before your Chrismukkah Extravaganza. Don’t sweat it baby.”

Sol did her best not to think about how pushy his mother was being about this raising Christan grandbabies nonsense ever since they announced they’d be partnering with Black Juice. All she could do is trust Tre and do what she was best at: wait.

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awhitehead17 · 4 years

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We Have Each Other

TimKon, Hurt/Comfort, Love, Hugs, Established Relationship, Fluff.

Summary: When Tim and Kon decide to make their relationship public, they both thought they were prepared for everything about to be thrown their way. It turns out that they really weren’t prepared at all.

Enjoy! :D

When their relationship first went public, Tim had originally expected the backlash. He mentally prepared himself for the comments he would hear, the scandalous ways the papers would portray him and variety of looks he would receive when he walked through the streets.

When making the decision to publicise their relationship, he and Kon had long and tiresome conversations on making sure they each knew what to expect when it happens. Really, it would have been much easier just to keep it a secret between them, their families and friends but the desire to be together in public and to act normal pushed them to make the decision.

Eventually they got on the same page and Tim sorted out their relationship reveal to the public. With Tim being a Wayne, it didn’t take very long for the news to travel around and soon enough he and Kon became the next topic of gossip.

Tim had thought he was prepared, he thought he was going to be able to handle everything that came with being in a public relationship with Kon, but he was wrong. He was so very wrong.

Their relationship got publicised just over four weeks ago and despite that time length, he and Kon were still the hot topic of gossip. Tim realised that he hadn’t been prepared, or actually couldn’t take any more of it, when he attended a charity gala with his family within Gotham.

Kon was attending his own party back in Kanas, some sort of annual summer festival that happens each year. Tim would rather be there than here that’s for sure.

They were surround by all of Gotham’s top socialites who were all dressed to the nines in ridiculously expensive clothing. News reporters and photographers were scattered around the room gathering who knows what kind of scandals. Luxurious food was spread widely on a table that stretched as far as one of the walls.

Tim wasn’t new to these things, he despised them but like the rest of his family he has to suffer through them to maintain a civilian identity. At the beginning there were photos, pictures and conversations with reporters before they were partially left along to ‘enjoy’ the gala.

It was at this point, a few hours into the gala, that Tim overs hears a couple socialites talking. He’s pretty sure he was meant to overhear what they were saying because they did not do anything to try and keep their voices low. He makes himself look busy as he watches the room, taking careful sips from his drink as he listens to them chatter.

“I’m surprised he’s keeping up the act.” One of them was saying, a lady in a long blue silk dress.

“Oh I know! I would have thought it was just a phase and he would have moved on from that hillbilly by now.” Another agrees with her, this was a man dressed in a light grey suit.

“What does Wayne see in him anyway? It’s not like he has anything to offer.” The third comments, another woman dressed in a loose, low hanging red dress.

The blue dress lady snorts into her drink, “He’s not bad looking, maybe Wayne keeps him around because he’s good in bed.”

“That must be the only reason why. It’s not like that country bumpkin could ever get anywhere in life or offer anything more to Wayne. No money, jewels, fame, hereditary. Just a nobody from nowhere.”

That was the last straw for Tim. Without meaning to the glass he had been holding smashes in his hand from where he clutched it too tightly in anger. It shatters all over him and his hand causing blood to instantly pool in his palm.

Everyone who had been stood by jumps at the unexpected sound and looks at him with wide eyes, however no one makes a move towards him. He glares at them and gently brushes the glass he can off of his palm. “Excuse me.” He says and makes his leave from the gala to find the nearest bathroom.

As Tim washes his hands, after picking out the glass from his skin (thankfully there was nothing deep and it all should heal within the next week), someone enters the bathroom and leans against the side as they wordlessly watch him. Tim pointedly ignores his older brother, focusing on washing his hands.

After a long moment of silence Dick reaches over and turns the taps off, he grabs a paper towel, takes Tim’s hands in his own and starts dabbing them dry. Tim ignores the way his hands shake in his brother’s grasp.

“What happened Tim?” Dick asks softly, looking at the little cuts on his skin.

Tim swallows and refuses to make eye contact. “They were bitching about Kon and… I just got annoyed. They’re commenting on things they don’t understand. ‘A nobody from nowhere’ those bastards don’t realise what the fuck they’re talking about!”

He takes a breath and frees one of his hands from Dick’s so he could wipe his eyes, hating the fact he’s tearing up over this. He finally looks up at his brother, “Kon’s made the greatest sacrifice anyone ever could and those… snobs have no idea what they’re on about.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, all he does is pull Tim for a hug which he instantly melts into. Having his brother here was comforting but in that moment he wanted his boyfriend. Tim wraps his arms around Dick and clings on tight. “I knew things like this was going to happen but to actually face it… it’s awful and unfair…”

Tim feels Dick press a kiss to the top of his head but again his brother doesn’t say anything which Tim is thankful for. They stay hugging in the bathroom for a long time before Tim gets himself together enough to face the public once again, hopefully they can pull some strings so Tim can get to go home early.

Unknowingly, while Tim struggles in Gotham, Kon was having similar problems in Kanas.

The annual summer festival of Kanas, a time for lots of baked goods, cheerful music, smiles, fairground rides and Kon was miserable. He was stood just off to the side behind a ‘Grab a duck’ game tent playing with his phone wishing he was anywhere but there.

Tim was in Gotham attending a charity gala with his family, so Kon couldn’t call him like he wanted to. He couldn’t even call Cassie or Bart because they too were busy doing their own things. Ma and Pa were handling their own stall full of Ma’s fantastic baked pies so they couldn’t do anything for him either.

He was just debating on leaving when his hearing picks up on a conversation a group of young adults seem to be having on the other side of the tent. Kon soon recognises them as some of the people he went to school with a couple years ago.

“Have you guys heard about Kent? How he’s now dating a Wayne?” One of them were saying.

“I know! I was so surprised to find that out. I wonder how they met.” Another replies.

“Isn’t it obvious? Kent is obviously with him for the money, simply calling Wayne a sugar daddy.” The third voice snarks.

“I don’t know, he never seemed to be interested in that sort of thing.”

“Does it matter? They’re all rich snobs who think they’re better than everybody else. They throw money away like it’s nothing and actually do nothing with their lives except look down on folks like us who have to work for a living to feed our families.”

“Kent probably doesn’t know any better. I bet Wayne’s just using him for a country fling. Something that he’ll get bored with soon enough and then he’ll be moving on.”

By that point Kon’s had enough. Before he could think better of his actions, he steps out of his hiding place and clears his throat which gains the attention of his previous classmates. They all startle at his sudden appearance and rightfully look embarrassed. They each stutter out something before fleeing.

Once they disappear from his view Kon finds himself shaking with anger. How dare they say those things about Tim. They had no right. They don’t know Tim like he does, all they see is the celebrity persona Tim has to play to hide his identity. Kon wasn’t with him for money, just as Tim wasn’t with him for a fling. Tim and his family are probably one of the down to earth families he’s ever met (despite their flaws of being insane crazy Bat’s) they genuinely care for people and their wellbeing, they do their damn hardest to try and make things right both as Wayne's and Bat’s.

A sudden crack startles him out of his thoughts. He looks down to find his phone now supporting a huge crack across the screen. Kon lets out a sigh, that’s what he gets for forgetting his superstrength, that’s the fourth screen he’s broke in the last month. He fiddles with the device for a moment and is grateful to find that it still works fine. It could have been worse.

Deciding enough was enough Kon makes his leave of the festival. He was done and just wanted to be alone, or be with Tim but that wasn’t an option. He makes a quick detour to tell Ma and Pa he was heading off before leaving the festival to start the walk back. He could fly back, make the trip quicker and easier but he needs some time to think.

He knew that coming out to the public was going to be difficult, he and Tim had long conversations about it and both made sure they were on the same page about the decision. He had thought he was prepared for it, knowing there would be comments and stares about it all. But he wasn’t as prepared as he thought. Even now, weeks later after the initial reveal, things were hard to handle.

It wasn’t fair. People make comments without even knowing anything, they’re always quick to judge without knowing the details.

As he was nearing the farmhouse his phone beeps and Kon is pleasantly surprised to find that it was Tim.

“I know you’re probably busy but can you call me when you get the chance. I left the gala early, I’m back at the Manor.”

Kon instantly goes to hit the call button but hesitates just before he does so. Calling Tim was an excellent idea, he would love to his Robin’s voice right now but there was something even better he could do.

He rushes to the farmhouse and quickly changes his clothes, he scribbles Ma and Pa a note of his whereabouts before taking off for Gotham. There’s a beauty to having flight and superspeed as powers because he makes it to Wayne Manor in record time.

He floats up to Tim’s bedroom window and taps the glass. It takes a few seconds but soon enough Tim’s face appears the other side. Kon watches with amusement as Tim’s expression changes from confusion to relief before he opens the window and allows Kon to climb inside.

Once inside he turns to his boyfriend, “So I thought I’d stop by instead. Better than calling don’t you think.”

That gets a low chuckle from Tim. “Yeah definitely.”

Picking up that something was wrong, Kon frowns, “You okay dude, what happened? Why did you leave the gala early?”

Tim looks away from him in embarrassment and fiddles with his hands which Kon is now only noticing that one of them is bandaged. He steps forward and gently grabs it with his own. “Tim?”

Tim moves their hands so they can lace all of their fingers together, “A glass smashed in my hand, caused my palm to bleed. Nothing major and it’ll heal within a couple days.”

Kon feels like there was more to the story but he doesn’t push. Instead he unwinds their hands to wraps his arms around Tim, to hold him close and rest his head on top of Tim’s because it was the perfect height to do so. In return, Tim melts into the hug and slings his arms around Kon’s sides and hugs him back.

“They were making comments about you and I got angry.” Tim admits a moment later. “They said some stuff which they didn’t have a right to and I lost my temper, I accidentally smashed the glass I was holding and thankfully Dick managed to pull some strings and got us to leave early. I wanted to see you.”

Realising how similar his story was to Kon’s, Kon squeezes him and presses a kiss to his head. “Y’know I had a similar situation just now too,” he laughs lightly, “Some people I went to school with made comments they had no right to. Making judgments without any relevant details.”

It goes quiet between them as they hold one another, basking in the comfort they can provide for each other in ways no one else can. Eventually Tim breaks the silence, he pulls away from Kon to peer up at him, “Did we make the right choice about going public? Everything is just shit since we did.”

Kon contemplates this for a moment, of course he’s wondered that himself. Hell most of the time he wishes they didn’t say anything at all. In the end he reaches up to stroke Tim’s cheek and says, “I don’t know. We could have kept going on like we were but how long until someone unwanted caught us and then outed us in the way we didn’t want? It’s just the waiting game until something new comes up I guess.”

Tim hums and leans into his hand. “Unfortunately.” He looks up at Kon, making eye-contact, “Y’know I love you right. No matter what. What they say isn’t true, I’m with you because I love you for you and nothing else. They have no idea what you’re capable of and how amazing you are.”

Kon heart swells at the pride he hears in Tim’s voice. He also wonders about what kind of comments were made against him for Tim to say those things.

“And you know that I love you to right? Not because of what your name is, or who you are to the public but because you’re an amazing person who wants to do the right thing no matter what. A person who wants to help others even if it means getting hurt yourself. You’re the guy who’s been by my side my entire life, and Bart of course, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else meaning so much to me as much as you do.”

Tim smiles at him, “They have no idea what they’re talking about do they?”

Kon grins too, “Absolutely not. We’re in this together and we’ll get through it like everything else we do. We have each other and you know what Tim, fuck everyone else.”

Everyone who doesn’t know them can comment all they want, but at the end of the day Kon and Tim have one another, they both know it no matter what. That alone is enough.

#Tim Drake #Kon-El #timkon #fanfiction #hurt and comfort #love #Hugs #established relationship #bit of fluff #they just love each other okay #dick grayson

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years

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3. Upon Further Research

Simon was fine. That’s what he kept having to tell himself. It wasn’t like he truly wanted to date Grace St. Catherine. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. He had far too many habits and personal ways that made others uncomfortable or annoyed.

The last woman he attempted to date didn’t like the fact that Samantha had her own room and that she was only allowed to enter it if Samantha had approached her to be friends. If Samantha was uncomfortable, she would mewl about it and he didn’t want that type of upset over someone who didn’t have to live with her adjusting to something she didn’t like.

The last man he dated had an irrational hatred of the fact that Simon purchased multiple types of milk for different times of the day or different kinds of enjoyment. He never thought he would see someone have such a reaction to the fact that he wanted whole milk for cereal and to warm up at the end of the night before bed, low fat milk for milkshakes and accompanying a grilled cheese or a cheese and egg sandwich, and skim milk for drink mixes and casual throughout the day enjoyment. “Just buy one kind of milk and stick with it!” Truth be told, sometimes, Simon also bought 2% milk whenever he wasn’t feeling that great and nut milk for cooking. He just… couldn’t explain that it made a difference to his consumption and couldn’t understand why it made someone else so frustrated.

But, it reminded him that he had unique quirks that people found basically unacceptable. Grace seemed like a cool person, but she probably would be irritated to open his fridge and see 6 different types of milk too. Or to have Samantha refuse to acknowledge her and therefore not be able to enter Sam’s Sanctuary… or even just be annoyed that there was a room with cat trees, a little playground, cat toys, waterer, feeder, etc, and a cat that spent most of her time in the windowsill instead of acknowledging all of the luxury that had been collected for her.

Then again, it was unfair to assume what people might not like about you or your life. He couldn’t know for sure. All that he knew was that she wasn’t interested in going out with him.

That should have been the end of it, but he was very curious about that comment that her coworker made about “another hot date.” Did she have a lot of hot dates? What exactly constitutes a hot date?

Going through her photos didn’t help with that. If she regularly dated, she certainly didn’t like anyone enough to put them on her social media. Though, she did see in one of her comments she said something about VDay “my hands will be full. Worry ‘bout yourself," she’d told somebody who asked if she was trying to get “wifed up for VDay,” as a response to a photo of her in a stunning red dress, captioned with “Beneficiary Gathering #GraceLoveTheKids” She didn’t have a location, so he searched “beneficiary gathering” and came up with SO MANY things. He sighed and went back to her hashtag, wondering if it was common for her.

She used it pretty frequently! There were photos of her at a children’s hospital, photos of numerous kids, some at some center, some at parks and stuff… She really didn’t put a lot of information into her captions. Most people loved to tell you location and event and every single detail. The fact that she didn’t made her more appealing to Simon. She liked her space. He liked his too. He could relate… but also… he needed to know more.

It’s not a violation of her privacy if I don’t use anything against her. I'm just intrigued...

A few days after the date debacle, Simon found his way back into the coffee shop, this time with Samantha with him. Grace noticed him come in and sit down, but she was at the cash register, helping a customer out. When she finished, she waved to him, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was petting his cat and scrolling something. She let out a disappointed sigh. Of course, Simon had noticed her. Every single detail, including that sigh. That made him a little hopeful that perhaps she would come over and engage. Maybe meet Samantha, even. She didn’t, though. She worked as usual and didn't seem to even glance his way again.

Grace went across the street for lunch. The little deli had a small selection, but they had something that she couldn’t get anywhere else in town - chicken taco pinwheels - and she was hooked on them. She’d order a dozen of them with two pickle spears, homemade potato chips with cracked pepper and sea salt, and ginger ale with cherries. It was one of the highlights of her day to get that very same lunch any time that she worked. When she was leaving today, she almost ran into Simon. She gasped and hugged her lunch to herself. “Mr. Laurent. Sorry. I’m usually pretty aware of my surroundings. You didn’t sneak up on me, did you?” she teased and winked an eye at him.

“You know… People usually call me Simon,” he said, smiling.

“People call you?” she asked. He blushed and laughed. “Of course I’m kidding. It’s just easier to call you that because of the policy and stuff.”

“The policy?”

“At the bookstore. Normally, they don’t care if you get familiar with regulars and they share their names, but since it’s you, we’re not supposed to bother you and were told that we were to refer to you as Mr. Laurent. It’s part of orientation. I remember very vividly saying, “Well excuse me, Mr. Laurent!” She exaggerated the Frenchness of his name and he chuckled at it, then stopped and looked serious. “Because, I’m kind of a goofball. Didn’t mean anything by it..”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just think it’s weird that they do that. I don’t mind being spoken to like a normal person.” That wasn’t completely true. He hated being interrupted if he was working or doing something with a hobby…

“Okay… Simon, then,” she said with a smile. He could only give her one back in return. “And who is our little pristine friend?” She asked. Samantha was on a leash, and standing, staring, almost as though she were waiting to be introduced to this strange new person.

“This is Samantha.”

Grace stooped down and Simon tensed up. She smiled and said, “Hi, Samantha. I’m Grace. I work at your daddy’s favorite bookstore. I’ve seen a lot of photos of you, and might I say, you are radiant! Exuding opulence! You own EVERYTHING!” Samantha stepped forward and rubbed herself against Grace’s knee. “Oh, you are so adorable, but I can’t pet you right now! I’m holding stuff.” Grace stood up, looking sad as Samantha continued to rub against her shoes until Simon gathered her up.

“She never does that. Sorry..”

“No, she’s majestic. Maybe Daddy will bring you around to see me again some time, sweetie!” She blew kisses at Samantha, nodded her head to Simon, called out, “See you tomorrow, Chief!” (to which the deli owner waved).

Simon came up to the counter and noticed the man staring at Samantha. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought her inside of here. “I’m going to have whatever she just ordered, to go, please?” He waited out of the way, just in case having an animal in their eating space might bother someone.

Her deli order was better than her coffee order, that was for sure, though that wasn’t hard to beat. He shivered thinking about it. He ate in his car and pulled up to a trash bin to discard things. Samantha was sleeping very comfortably in her safety carrier.

Grace got off of work and danced out of the door, holding her perfume laced coffee. She looked up at the sky for a moment, checked her phone. He looked up too. It might rain. She didn’t seem too bothered, merely curious. She walked through the neighborhood, the wind was blowing her sweater and she was drinking her coffee, speaking to various people as she passed them. How did she DO that? Simon barely liked speaking to the people that he knew. She couldn’t have possibly known most of these people, though maybe she saw them everyday, but that meant nothing. Was she cordial and warm all of the time?

She stopped at a florist and he watched through the window as she seemed to know the guy in the flower shop too. They chatted for a while until someone came from the back with what looked like a package. It was one of those big yellow mailing envelopes and the woman who gave it to her walked her over, away from the counter to speak with her before handing it to her and hugging her. As Grace came out, she said, “Thanks! See you next time…” The guy behind the counter rushed to hand her a flower and she hugged him too. Simon… didn’t like it, even though it seemed perfectly friendly and she seemed like one of those people who probably hugged her friends and stuff. Maybe. He didn’t know enough yet. Hadn’t collected enough information.

She slipped her package into her bag, handed her presumably empty cup to the guy and he went inside and threw it away for her as she left. Simon lost her once she went into the train station. But, he felt like he collected enough information for the day. He wondered if this was daily, or if she deviated what she did after work. He continued driving past the station and headed home to work on all of his notes and more research.

One thing that he noted was that aside from her social media, he couldn’t find much about Grace St. Catherine. And, that wasn’t even much to go by, because aside from everything being private, what she shared was still limited.

But. The guy at the florist shop followed her. Simon checked his page. Heath Farmer *152 Simon didn't think much of it whenever he read the generic name, just scrolled through photos. None of them had Grace in them, but she was in his comments a lot and vice versa. It led to nothing.

He clicked on someone else's page who was speaking with them in the comments. Jalicia Barrett * 227 "Huh." He went to find others that he saw speaking in similar circles and several had no numbers there, but there were quite a few others that did have a number listed, and some were kids or teenagers. Maybe something to do with some of Grace's child benefits? He couldn't find what tied them together… But then he saw someone's page and Grace was actually in photos ON it. "Xander Helstrom *747…"

His profile pic was a younger photo of himself with pink hair, wearing a chin guard on his face and a bandana on his arm.

But, all of his current photos indicated he was older now, probably early 20s or late teens. He and Grace seemed close. There was a photo of him with her pet turtle and sliding through the set, it was the day that she bought it. So… they were most likely really good friends, or something else… Simon found himself looking at every interaction between them that he could find. They spoke like they had known each other a long time and from what he could see, this was the only person who had photos of her in her space. Maybe they were in something complicated? He searched Xander's other accounts. His Tweets were mostly about child welfare and social justice. His Facebook seemed similar, but also had memes and photos of himself and memorials for children. One caught his attention. The drawing looked similar to Grace's art style and it was of a little girl with the caption, "In honor of Hazel. She was never a number and she changed us for the better."

There were several people who commented. "To Hazel, never a number." But, then Simon saw Grace's comment.

"Hazel taught me not to worry and not to rush. She helped give me empathy and a reason to fight. I never would have made it without her. To Hazel, never a number. Always a friend."

Simon looked at the time on his phone. "Crap." It was 2 am.

He finished compiling all of his notes and went to bed. He was very curious what those numbers meant, but he couldn't dwell on it at the moment. He'd have to sleep well into the day to make up for staying up tonight. Tomorrow, he'd have to leave his car behind. He needed to know what happened when Grace got on the train.

04. Date Night

#AU Infinity Train #Infinity Train #Nesha Fanfiction #Infinity Train Fanfiction #fics #People Watching

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Spones Amusement Park Date

OK SO I’ve had this in my WIPs for YEARS, and it’s an outline for a fic, so not fully written out fyi. The idea is basically: McCoy and his 5 y/o daughter Joanna going to an amusement park and on the way they meet Spock who is studying human culture and due to Reasons they invite him along. And then Romance happens ???

(The things they do (rides, games, etc) in the park in the fic are based upon going to Knott’s Berry Farm and Disneyland with my family as a kid, and what traditions we had when we went! It was a fun way to put that personal touch into a story, imo. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (Also it’s like 4,600 words, full of run-on sentences bc rambling, and gets more fleshed out as it goes)

Let's just take a second to imagine Spock on Earth studying Terrans and their culture, and he bumps into McCoy, someone he met at the academy a week before. Let's just say, they did not get off on the right foot, and now are avoiding each other a bit. McCoy is with Joanna, and Joanna asks who Spock is, and McCoy introduces him.

Later on that same morning, Joanna wanders off and Spock saves her from nearly getting hit by a car (kinda dramatic but ok), and McCoy decides to give his impression of Spock another chance by inviting him to the amusement park with them. Spock declines at first, but then McCoy asks what his other plans are, and Spock say study Earth ways, to which McCoy says that an amusement park is a vital part of terran society and culture, thus convincing Spock to join them.

The first thing Joanna does is take out her small camera and take pictures of everything, especially her father and new friend. The next, of course, is to get some cotton candy. Spock and McCoy both dislike the pure sugariness of the cotton candy, and Joanna doesn't mind since she gets it all to herself.

Then the first ride they go on is sure to be the spinning teacups, which Spock remarks that it is illogical to sit in something designed for drinking out of, but McCoy simply rolls his eyes and pulls him into the cup before they start moving. when they get off, McCoy is a bit dizzy and thus stumbles, Spock catching his arms and straightening him. McCoy thanks him as Joanna rushes ahead and snaps another photo of the two. Then it's off to the log ride, where McCoy and Joanna get on, but Spock declines, instead going to observe the shops nearby in the meantime.

McCoy calls Spock a party pooper and Joanna does as well and they both go off to the log ride when they return, Joanna and McCoy are drenched, and thus walk around in the sun to dry off as they look for Spock, who's looking curiously at one of the many VERY old-fashioned holographic games in which you attempt to knock down stacks of bottles with a ball. Joanna sees a large stuffed Shelat (just for fun, it's a sehlat) that she wants, and McCoy says he'll give it a shot and gets four balls. He throws the first one and utterly misses, just saying that he was warming up. The second one misses as well, and Joanna says that her dad isn't very good at this. Spock then inquires if he might make an attempt, and McCoy says go for it. Spock nails it on the first try, winning the bear for joanna. Still having one more ball left, the guy behind the counter makes a wager that if Spock can hit a very difficult target, he'll get two bears, the sehalt and teddy bear instead of just one.

McCoy asks Joanna and Joanna accepts, telling Spock that she believes in him. Spock picks up the ball, calculates as necessary, and nails the hit, winning a total of two stuffed bears for joanna. Joanna places them in her bag, the two bears sticking out of the top from just under their arms.

After then, the three ventured into the kid's zone of the amusement park, where a lot of Joanna's favorite rides were. There was a miniature racetrack, where Joanna picked her favorite car, number 3(like the three of them!), and raced around the small, safe track as Spock and McCoy watched, McCoy taking pictures for his daughter. Then it was off to the the large spinning swings. Joanna loved them because they made her feel like she was flying. McCoy noticed that Spock was looking around the balloon animals at the time, which were still a big hit. McCoy explains them and then asks for a balloon hat for Joanna in the shape of a starship. Spock is impressed at the craftsmanship, and needless to say Joanna is elated at the sight of the hat.

Finally, it was time for the roller coaster. Joanna was tall for her age, which was 8 years old, and thus she was now able to ride the roller coaster she had been waiting literally all her life for. The Gallelio Thunder. Spock inquired about it's odd name, and McCoy explained that it was an indoor, underground rollercoaster that projected stars everywhere, so it was as if you were actually travelling through space. Though he supposed Spock had already seen space on his trip from Vulcan, so it's probably nothing like the real thing.

Spock was going to wait outside as Joanna and McCoy went inside, but Joanna asked if Mr. Spock would please come with them. She said that the ride was three seats across, and so they had to have three people or else it wouldn't work. When Spock asks what wouldn't work, McCoy comments that Joanna is afraid she'll fall off of the coaster if there isn't a person on each side of her. But not to worry, since these are really safe. Spock says that he will join them for Joanna's sake, and follows them into the ride.

In the long line there, Joanna gets really nervous, and thus holds her dad's hand. When they get to the front, she becomes even more nervous, and grabs Mr. Spock's sleeve, to which Spock and McCoy look at her and McCoy apologizes. Spock says that there is no need for apology, and McCoy smiles a bit. It's their turn, finally, and, after Joanna's height is checked and confirmed, they walk over, McCoy leading the way into the car and taking the farthest of the three seats. Joanna is shaking with anticipation as McCoy buckles her seatbelt and pulls the restraint over her head to her chest. Spock follows suit and then finally McCoy does his own.

Time for liftoff.

The roller coaster starts off slow, climbing up a great hill as panels on the walls mirror the reflections of the passengers in the car. McCoy appears very unsettled, Joanna is grinning widely, and Spock is looking around curiously at their surroundings. As they reach the top, the lights dim more and more until they are surrounded by darkness. Joanna instinctively reaches for her father's hand, squeezing much tighter than an eight year old should be able to. Then they stop as the car climaxes the peak. Surrounding them is a true work of art that is nature's universe around them. The stars twinkle in a variety of colors, and you can practically feel the heat coming off of the sun to their left. It was beautiful sight to behold. "Get ready, now." McCoy warned as the car jolted a little bit. The brakes released and the car went plummeting downwards into a multi-colored nebula. The stars stretched and flickered in their sight as the car sped by, fast as a shuttlecraft. A moment later they swirled with the track's loops and then flicked across their vision as they made sharp turns. Then, the car climbed one final hill, taller than the first, and at the peak was a view of the entire underground galaxy, all of the stars, planets, asteroids, meteors and nebulae the eyes can see. Right before you. As if you could reach out to it. But no one dared to as the gravity of the final drop was all too sudden to do so. The car raced to a slow crawl into the station, each of the passengers speechless. McCoy considered himself lucky that scared silence ran in his family rather than scared screaming. After that ride, he and Spock both surely would have lost their hearing.

The three exited the ride, McCoy more slowly than the rest as he stomach tried to catch up with him. Joanna was jumping around saying that it was so awesome and amazing and she wanted to go again, but McCoy protested, saying that he didn't think he could handle another ride. Joanna made a sad face as she 'awwww'd, walking up the incline that led to the exit of the ride's building. Spock then suggested that he could take her on the ride, and Joanna said "yes, yes, yes! Pleeeeeease daddy, let Mr. Spock take me!" He then asked if Joanna was afraid of falling out if she wasn't surrounded, and she said that Mr. Spock would protect her, just like earlier today. How could McCoy argue with that?

(he could, but listen)

McCoy said very well and Joanna jumped around happily and gave Mr. Spock a hug around his waist, which she could just reach. McCoy and Spock are both shocked at this unexpected behavior, but McCoy just smiles as Spock stands there awkwardly. McCoy walks with them to the ride, but instead of getting on, passes through, taking joanna's bag and balloon hat for her, and says that he'll be at the restaurant at the exit when they're done. Joanna nods and says thank you to both him and Mr. Spock before the ride starts and McCoy steps back, watching them take off into the galaxy together.

Almost fully exhausted from their energetic day, the first thing McCoy does is go into the restaurant and sit down. He notices the virtual pinball machines against one wall, and takes out a few coins for Joanna when she gets back. He sat back in the fully metal, yet oddly comfortable chair that was one of four at the table, and shut his eyes with a content sigh. Joanna and him had always had fun when they did this twice a year, but this year he felt much more, well, relaxed. What had changed? Well, sure Joanna was older, but it had to be more than that. Could it have been Spock? McCoy opened his eyes and looked to Joanna's small blue backpack that held the two plush bears Spock had won for her earlier. He noticed that one was falling out, and thus adjusted it in the bag so that the two were side by side comfortably.

Maybe it was Spock.

"Daddy!" The excited sounds of his daughter call out to McCoy, who set the bag holding the bears down and hugged his daughter as she ran up to him. He asked her if she enjoyed herself, and she said yes and that Mr. Spock said he did too. McCoy grinned at Spock. “Is that so?” Spock nodded. “It was a competent source of entertainment.” Bascially meaning that he had fun in Vulcan. McCoy asked Joanna if she wa hungry, which he gets a hearty reply. McCoy asks Spock if he is hungry as well, and Spock says that he is “indeed in need of nourishment”. McCoy chuckles and rolls his eyes at the Vulcan’s phrasing.

He tells Joanna to order at the screen beside their table and then gives her the coins so she can play pinball. If he had something odd to be proud of in his daughter, it would be her skills at a pinball machine. He taught her so well that she nearly beats /him/, and she's only eight. "Dr. McCoy," Spock begins as he takes as seat across from McCoy. "Look, Spock, we're at an amusement park, not the academy. You can call me Leonard." Spock is hesitant for a moment. "Very well, Leonard." McCoy smiles at his name and orders his food, giving Spock some recommendations. He looks back over at Spock and bites his lips together in an effort to hold back a laugh.

“Well, I’ll be. You’ve got uh-” he motioned to the top of his own head-the place the hair was standing askew on Spock’s own.

Spock piqued a brow before reaching his hand up and in one smooth motion, flattened his hair.

“I didn’t know that it could do that.”

Spock gave him a confused look.

“It’s just-you appear to be so...” McCoy gestured in the air. “Meticulous? That I didn’t think it was possible for a single hair to be out of place.”

“I assure you, the hair of Vulcans reacts very similarly to human’s. Perhaps you have mistaken me instead for a statue?”

McCoy laughed at that. “Maybe, but good to know that you’re just like the rest of us. In all the good ways, of course.” He winked at Spock, causing the Vulcan’s brow to soar higher and make McCoy let out another laugh. This time, he caught Spock eyeing him with a sort of... fondness? Maybe he’s starting to relax, finally.

Just as McCoy was about to speak, Joanna came over, exclaiming that she had gotten the third highest score on the game. McCoy says 'atta girl' and moves her bag so she can sit down beside him.

Their food arrives moments later, McCoy having a nice thin slice of meat on his plate surrounded by vegetables, Spock ordering a full fruit and vegetable plate, and Joanna ordering the kid version of what her father has."If memory serves, most Vulcans are Vegetarians. Is that right, Spock?" McCoy asks and he peeks down at Spock's salad plate.

"Your memory is correct, doctor."

"Leonard, please," McCoy grins up at Spock, "You are eating dinner with us, after all. So, how important would you say vegetables are?"

Spock raises a brow at the question, but before he can say anything, he sees the doc-...Leonard motion to Joanna, who is currently picking at her vegetables. "They are incredibly important, as they are my main source of nourishment."

Leonard makes an expression of faux surprise, turning to his daughter. "You hear that. Jo? Fruits and vegetables are /very/ important to eat. Even Mr. Spock thinks so."

“But that's /all/ he eats," Jo whimpers, picking at her broccoli. "And Mr. Spock's not a human, so it's different.” “That may be true, but-”

“I am half human,” Spock offers. McCoy raises both his brows at the information. “My mother is human, and it is true that a balanced diet, containing vegetables, is crucial to maintaining one's health. This applies to both you and Leonard as well.”

McCoy smiles, mentally stumbling at the sound of his first name in Spock's voice for a second before turning back to Jo. “See? Spock may not be a doctor, but he knows his stuff.”

Joanna frowns, simply picking at her vegetables before eating them with disdain. McCoy chuckles a bit, tilting his head towards Spock in thanks.

When they had finished eating, it was already nighttime, meaning the park was closing soon. Spock was saying that he must be going, but Joanna protested, saying that they only had one more thing to do before they left. McCoy agreed with his daughter and said that it wouldn't be much longer. After some thought, Spock agreed and they walked down towards a giant fountain that stood in the center of the park. McCoy then left saying the he's going to a stand that they had just passed and would be back in a minute, leaving Joanna with Spock just 20 feet away.

Joanna looked up at the stars, saying that she loved the night because she could see other worlds then. She then asked if Mr. Spock that if he was an alien, that meant he was from another planet, right? which he said he was. She followed up by asking which star was his planet in the sky. Spock said you cannot see it from here, bug pointed out the orion's belt, and said that it was the far left star there, the one that shined a bit dimmer than the rest, is where his galaxy was, and his planet was in that galaxy. Joanna spotted it and commented that she wanted to go there someday and meet more people like the kind Mr. Spock.

McCoy returned a split second later with three fresh churros, handing one to Joanna and one to Spock. Spock tried to deny the food, but McCoy insisted, saying that it was a dessert on Earth that was meant to be eaten on such an occasion as visiting an amusement park. And that he knew Vulcans well enough to ensure it didn't have any sugar. Spock then accepted the treat and Joanna said that he cannot eat it yet, and that he had to wait. Spock inquired as to why, and McCoy said that it's tradition with the two of them.

McCoy then led the way to what appeared to be an old wooden house in the middle of the amusement park. When they walked around the side of it, a train was revealed to be hidden behind the old house, and Joanna immediately ran to it. Not having seen this before, Spock asked what this was, and McCoy explained that it was an antique steam-powered train that the park ran once per night. They followed Joanna to the third of the eight passenger cars and sat down across from one another. Not too many people were on the train that night, so they ended up getting that open-air car to themselves. McCoy told Spock that the side they were sitting on was better, and asked him to come over. Spock asked as to why it was better, and McCoy said that he would see soon. Spock moved and sat next to McCoy, Joanna on the Doctor's other side near the head of the car, eagerly looking out of the side waiting for the train to go. Moments later, the train jolted to start, McCoy bumping into Spock with it's force, however Spock caught him. McCoy apologized, feeling a hear rise to his cheeks, and Spock said there was no need. The train chugged steadily as it made its way around the park, passing by the teacup ride, log plunge, kid's zone, and finally the building for Gallileo's Thunder before halting to a stop at the back of the park. Spock asked why they had stopped and McCoy said to wait a minute and he'll see. Joanna said that they could eat their churros now, and the three of them unwrapped it and took a bite at the same time, all together enjoying the still warm, sugary bliss they held in their hands.

All of a sudden, just about every single light in the park went out at once, leaving a sole light from the large fountain to illuminate the center of the park. The light changed from green to yellow to red and made its way through the entire rainbow before halting on a bright, watery blue

Tiny white orbs of light flew up from the fountain, making a set formation above it.

White lines connected the orbs to one another, creating a very familiar pattern; that of Ursa Minor. As soon as they all were connected, the constellation sprung to life, dancing in an elegant manner. More white orbs floated up, creating another constellation that was known as Cassiopeia. It joined in the dance with Ursa Minor, flowing around the fountain as if they could walk on air. Soon enough, more and more constellations joined them, sharing the dance of the stars before everyone's eyes.

McCoy laid his head on his arm that was resting on the top of the bench he sat on. His eyes were calm, and his face aglow. This had to be his favorite part of the entire day. Curious, he looked over at Spock, who seemed to be fully engaged in the light show. McCoy couldn't blame him. Holograms or not, it was still a beautiful show.

There... was something about Spock's eyes. Something that captivated McCoy as a whole. No matter how much he wished to look away, he couldn't. After today, he had a hard time believing that the stubborn Vulcan he had met before was the same one he had spent nearly the whole day with. But he was. Both of them were, he chuckled. Spock was both of these men, both stubborn and kind, blunt and gentle. And McCoy liked it.

He liked... him.

Spock.

After the light show had ended in an explosion of glittering stars, all of the lights slowly came back on in the park, and McCoy found himself still staring at Spock's eyes. When Spock looked to him however, he found the energy to look away and over at Joanna. She was sitting a few feet away from him on his other side, clapping for the amazing show they had just witnessed. "Mr. Spock, Mr. Spock! Did you see the lights? Did you like it?" Joanna asked, practically jumping up and down in her seat. McCoy knew that he should not have given her that sugar so late. "I did see it. It was quite... Interesting." Spock stated, unable to hide the sliver of fascination in his voice.

The train jolted to a start again, McCoy being pushed into Spock again by the force, his hand landing on top of the Vulcan's. McCoy immediately withdrew his hand and cleared his throat, apologizing for the sudden bump. Spock said there was no need to apologize and McCoy could feel his face redden.

After they got off the train, they headed straight towards the exit of the park, Joanna snapping a few more pictures along the way. Joanna halted the two of them before they could leave and walked up to a member of the park's staff, asking if she could take a picture for them. The woman accepted and set them up for a photo. Spock attempted to leave and let just McCoy and Joanna get a picture, but they pulled him back in, saying that he was with them the whole day, so he has to suffer through one last picture with them. McCoy held up Joanna on his right side so she was in the center of the two adults. Joanna smiled widely at her dad and new friend as the camera flashed with a couple of pictures. This day had been perfect for her, and she was happy to have photos to look at later on so she could remember this day.

About halfway through the parking lot, Joanna began to walk slowly and yawn. McCoy, noticing this, asked her if she was tired, to which she replied that she wasn't. She yawned again. Okay, maybe a little. McCoy picked her up and carried her, her head resting on his right shoulder. He asked Spock if he was taking the bus back to the academy's living area, and Spock said yes. McCoy commented that he is as well, though he gets off just before then in an apartment complex. The two arrive just in time to catch the bus back to where they are staying, though they are a few of the only ones on the bus. When McCoy sits down, Spock across from him, Joanna is fast asleep already. McCoy adjusts his hold on her and yawns himself. Moments later, he is asleep as well.

About a half an hour later, McCoy is awoken by Spock, who was sitting beside him, shaking him awake with one hand. The first instinct is to ask where he is, and Spock comments that he is on the bus, and they are nearly at McCoy's stop. McCoy blinks himself awake and looks around at the bus' bright interior. He thanks Spock and looks out the window. Indeed, they are very close to his stop. He reaches up and pulls the cord, telling the bus that he wants to get off at the next stop and then wipes his face with his hand. "Thanks, Spock." He says with a slight yawn. He looks down at Joanna, who is still asleep, and thinks it best not to wake her right now. McCoy took Joanna's bag off of her back and opened it, taking the camera out. He turned it on and pressed a few buttons before a small chip came out of the side. He handed it to Spock. "Here, it's a copy of all of the pictures from today. I thought it might help your research." Spock accepted it with a nod and placed it in his pocket.

When the bus pulls to a stop, McCoy stood up with the help of the bar beside him, and then turns to Spock. "Hey, uh, Thank you. For today. Just... well, everything today." Spock simply looks up at him and replies "It was no trouble." McCoy smirked at that. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. “So... I'll uh, see you around, then.” Spock nodded and McCoy hesitantly exited the bus, watching as the bus ride away.

Opening the door to the apartment, McCoy quickly walks in, as it had started raining as they were walking, and takes off both his and Joanna's shoes and places her bag on the sofa. He carries her to her room, helps her change into her pajamas, and puts her to bed. Today had been great. Joanna had been great. Spock had been great. McCoy, he... He really liked Spock. Not in the way one friend liked another, either. Was that selfish of him? After all, they had only really talked with one another today. But when he thought about him...

McCoy pulled Joanna's camera out of her bag and scrolled through the pictures, noticing a pattern. Most of the pictures were of him and Spock, next to each other. In the teacup, at the bottle game, eating, and on the train. In all of them, McCoy is smiling. He looks to Spock, and Spock is smiling too, with his eyes. He let out a quiet sigh. He was never going to have a chance with Spock as perfect as the one he had today.

A sudden knock on the door startled McCoy from his thoughts. Would could it be at this hour? McCoy opened the door to see Spock standing there, drenched from the rain. "Spock!" McCoy exclaimed, ushering the man inside. "It's pouring out there, why don’t you have an umbrella?" McCoy shut the door behind him and grabbed a towel from the closet. "Seriously, what are you doing here? Weren't you going back to your apartment at the Academy?"

Spock accepted the towel and wiped the water from his slick hair. "Indeed, I had planned to return to my apartment." He stated, now drying off his arms and shoulders. "However a situation came up that required my presence here."

McCoy was confused. "What? What situation?" Spock opened his bag and pulled out a small brown teddy bear. McCoy looked to Joanna's bag that was on the couch beside them and saw only the one teddy bear was present. "Oh... thank you." McCoy said, taking the bear and placing it beside the other. "Joanna would have been sad if she had lost either of these guys," McCoy admitted. "But you could have given them to me later. You didn’t have to come out in the pouring rain, you know."

Spock stopped drying himself off and handed the towel to McCoy, touching his hand. Spock met McCoy's eyes. "Leonard," Spock stated, serious. "Are you aware the Vulcans are touch telepaths?"

McCoy blinked. "No, I wasn't." He replied, confused as to where this was going.

"I see. I noticed that, whenever we touched today, you were harboring romantic feelings towards myself, that grew more and more prominent as the day passed." Spock looked down at their hands that were still touching. "I can sense that they are currently at their strongest now."

McCoy looked down at their hands and his face reddened. "So,” he hesitated, “what are you saying?"

"I wanted to tell you that I reciprocate those very feelings."

"W-what?"

Spock took the towel from McCoy and intertwined the fingers of their left hands. "I wish to attempt a relationship with you."

McCoy couldn't speak. He really liked the guy, and Joanna liked him as well, and he felt as though he could trust him, so what was holding him back? Nothing.

"Uh, I... I mean, I’m definitely interested but, how about we go on a few more dates first? get to know one another better."

“Very well. Would you be interested in meeting me for lunch tomorrow?”

“Yes-well, I mean, I have Joanna with me-”

“Joanna is welcome of course. I have found myself... fond, of both of you.”

McCoy grinned at that. “That’s good, because we’re a package deal.”

“I would not have it another way, Leonard.” Spock raised up the man’s hand, and in a motion he’d seen a few times before, he placed his lips to the back of the man’s palm. “Until tomorrow, then.”

McCoy stammered at the gesture, face flushed both at how cheesy it was and how much he utterly loved it.

“Until tomorrow, Spock.”

#spones #spock #leonard mccoy #fic #?#spock/mccoy #wow this is OLD #dont leave your child with a stranger #even if hes a hot vulcan coworker of your who saved her life earlier in the day #anyways #this is old #im gonna #go #ty for reading #feel free to ask questions #personal

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themurphyzone · 4 years

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104 Words for 104 Days: Steamed

Based off the Steamed Hams skit from The Simpsons.

“Hello, Major Monogram!” Carl squeaked, immediately forgetting the pep talk he’d given himself in the bathroom mirror just a few minutes earlier. It was just a friendly lunch between coworkers. What could possibly…well, he wasn’t going to finish that thought, because it would just be inviting an onslaught of misfortune. “Ready for lunch?”

“It better be worth the trip, Carl,” Monogram said as he wiped the dirt off his shoes. “I’m missing a Stumbleberry Finkbat marathon for this.”

“Don’t worry, sir! It will be!” Carl exclaimed.

Monogram glanced at a large photo of Carl’s family on the wall. “All redheads, huh? I can’t even tell where you are in this thing.”

“And all unpaid interns,” Carl nodded, tapping a red blur near the bottom. “This is me. I was the one taking the photo and the camera was on a timer. I didn’t get into position fast enough. Anyway, this is cousin Carly, second cousin Carlos, twins Karlie and Karla. And-“

“Let me guess. His name is Carl.”

“Nope, that’s Crazy Steve. He wasn’t supposed to be invited. The family disowned him after the rubber duck incident,” Carl said.

One side of Monogram’s unibrow rose. “So all of you are unpaid interns?”

“Yes, why?”

“So if none of you are paid, how did you afford a house?” Monogram asked, sounding genuinely baffled.

Carl shrugged. “I don’t know, how do Agent P’s owners afford the materials for their projects?”

“Touché.”

Monogram took his seat at the dining table while Carl went into the kitchen, which was thankfully spared from Monogram’s scrutinizing view by a door. Carl noticed a thick gray cloud blanketing the far wall, right where his oven was. Luckily, Monogram didn’t seem to notice the plume of smoke rising from the oven. The smoke detectors still needed new batteries, and Carl groaned at his lack of foresight.

“It’s okay, Carl. Just play it cool. There’s probably something I can serve,” Carl muttered to himself. He shoved his hands into a pair of red mitts and opened the oven door. Smoke billowed into his face as he poked at the tray of blackened and burnt lamb chops, which now resembled lumps of coal instead of delicious meat.

Carl closed the oven. He cleaned his glasses with a cloth, keeping an eye on the door in case Monogram decided to check on him.

Well, the lamb was completely ruined. There went his plan to wow Monogram into adopting him with his amazingly seasoned lamb chops.

Then Carl noticed the Mr. Slushy Burger just outside the kitchen window. He stared at the Slushy the Clown statue, a Plan B forming in his mind.

“What if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking?” Carl smirked. “Not a bad plan, Carl. It’s a great use of the conveniently placed Mr. Slushy Burger location.”

He opened the window, grunting as his leg caught on the windowsill. As he tried to pull it free, there was a noise of disbelief behind him.

Carl froze as Monogram’s unibrow rose, clearly expecting an explanation for the delay.

o-o-o-o-o

♪♪♪ Carl Karl, with his crazy explanations,

The Major who doesn’t pay interns for these aggravations,

When he hears Carl’s latest fabrications,

There’ll be no paycheck tonight! ♪♪♪

(Though there was never one to begin with…)

o-o-o-o-o

“CARRRRRL!”

Carl jumped at Monogram’s shout, pulling his leg free with a painful twinge.

“Major!” Carl exclaimed, scrambling for an explanation. “I was just…stretching my calves on the windowsill! All that sitting around at a desk isn’t good for the legs, you know! Have to get my exercise in somehow!”

Monogram’s eyes flitted to the oven, which was still emitting a thick cloud of smoke. “Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Carl?”

“Oh, that’s not smoke,” Carl said. “That’s steam from the steamed jams we’re having. Mmmm, steamed jams.”

“I didn’t know you could steam jam,” Monogram said.

“Only a very specific jam made from California grapes. It’s not advisable for strawberries or apricots.”

Monogram blinked, then turned around and muttered something about weird interns before exiting the kitchen.

Glad that Monogram had accepted his explanation for now, Carl practically threw himself out of the window in his haste to get to Mr. Slushy Burger.

o-o-o-o-o

“Major Monogram, I hope you’re ready for mouthwatering hamburgers!” Carl exclaimed. He’d already removed the wrapping from the burgers and hidden the evidence, serving the hamburgers on a silver tray instead.

“I thought we were having steamed jams,” Monogram said.

Carl chuckled and set the tray down. “Oh no, I said steamed lambs. That’s what I call hamburgers.”

“You call hamburgers ‘steamed lambs’,” Monogram said flatly.

“Yup, it’s a regional dialect,” Carl said, quickly reaching for a burger and taking a bite to disguise the nervous twitch of his lips.

There was a long pause as Monogram finally placed two burgers on his plate.

“Uh-huh. What region?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Um…Badgertown?”

“Really? I hid in Badgertown for a month while I was trying to escape from…the Academy.”

Monogram struck a dramatic pose, his eyes watering from a painful memory.

“Francis, get back here! Daddy? I’ve told you a million times, I’m not your father. As for your punishment, you’ll be peeling potatoes until you graduate. I love you, Daddy.”

Carl still didn’t understand where that dramatic musical score was coming from.

Monogram coughed. “Anyway, I’ve never heard anyone in Badgertown use the phrase ‘steamed lambs.’”

“Of course not. It sees more use in Weaseltown. You know, the northern suburbs. You just weren’t in the right area to hear it,” Carl said.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, and Carl relaxed from not having to come up with outlandish lies.

Monogram opened his hamburger and glanced at the patty. “You know, these hamburgers remind me of the ones at Mr. Slushy Burger. Pickles so green and meat so brown and all. We just need Slushy the Clown and it would be perfect.”

Carl nearly spat out his drink, swallowing hastily. “Oh no, those are Carlburgers! Just an old family recipe.”

Monogram’s unibrow rose again. “For steamed lambs?”

“Yup!”

“So you call them steamed lambs even though this is obviously grilled beef?” Monogram held the patty out to Carl, who felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck.

It was getting uncomfortably warm.

Then Carl noticed a red glow around the door. “Excuse me for one second,” he said.

Monogram nodded and continued eating.

Carl took one step into the kitchen, saw the slowly spreading flames, and schooled his face into a casual expression as he walked out. He stood in front of the door, facing Monogram to minimize his view of the kitchen.

“Well that was wonderful,” Carl yawned casually. Hopefully he seemed casual. “I had a good time. Looks like it’s time to recharge ourselves in front of a screen before the next social call!”

Monogram checked his watch as he stood up. “Yes, it’s almost 1:30. If I hurry I can be home in time to watch Stumbleberry Finkbat and the Cursed Gold of Philosopheria. That’s one of the best ones in the franchise, though I can’t understand why they decide to change it to Cursed Gold of Sorceria for the United States release. Great action, character development, on location filming and…great googly-moogly! What’s happening in there?”

Monogram pointed to the door in shock, and belatedly Carl realized he was nowhere near large enough to block the red glow along the top crack.

“Southern Lights,” Carl quickly said.

Monogram sputtered. “Southern Lights? With this temperate climate, in the middle of the day, localized entirely in a kitchen within the Northern hemisphere?”

“Yes!” Carl exclaimed, smiling so wide that his cheeks started to cramp.

“May I see it?” Monogram asked.

“No.”

Carl led Monogram out like any good host would do, carefully concealing any smoldering embers from his view.

“Carl, you’re a weird intern with a lot of habits I’m afraid to ask about,” Monogram said as he stepped off the porch. “But I’ll admit that you steam a good lamb.”

It was the closest to a thank you that he’d ever get, and Carl couldn’t help but squeal in happiness.

Monogram turned to his car as the fire sirens increased in volume. “Oh, looks like there’s an emergency,” he commented. “Better go before they blockade the street.”

“CARL, WHY IS THE HOUSE ON FIRE?”

“Just the Southern Lights, Carly!” Carl called back, giving Monogram a thumbs-up so he didn’t worry. Or worse, take the praise back.

Monogram got into his car and drove away. As soon as he was out of sight, Carl rushed back into the house to help Carly move their tech away from the fire.

#phineas and ferb #carl karl #major monogram #104 words for 104 days #fanfiction #i want a hamburger now

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Catching Up Part VIII

A Joe Mazzello x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a writer for an entertainment news network and after Joe comes in to do an interview, they reconnect. Unexpectedly, they’re having a child together.

Word Count: 3K

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Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

Part VIII here we go!!!

Joe was able to stay for the rest of the month. You insisted he didn’t miss all of the promotion tour for Bohemian Rhapsody, but he didn’t want to miss anything regarding the baby. He also wanted to be there in case Nick got any more ideas. You had a restraining order on him now, but Joe felt like you couldn’t be too careful. With Joe there, he was able to go with you to your next appointment with your OB/GYN and he was going to see the baby for the first time.

You could feel Joe’s excitement as you walked into the exam room hand in hand. Your doctor, Dr. Jones, smiled at him and extended her hand.

“So, is this the lucky father?” she asked.

He nodded, shaking her hand. “I am!”

“I’m so glad you could join us today,” she told him. “Come on back, and we’ll check on your baby.”

Joe squeezed your hand and grinned at you. You returned it and followed her in. Slowly, you laid back. She prepared you for the ultrasound and before you knew it, you saw the baby on the screen. It looked more like a baby now. You could just barely make out the outline of a head. Joe gasped beside you and you looked over at him.

You wanted to etch his expression into your memory forever. He gazed at the screen with the wonder of a child on Christmas. His mouth curved upward into the sweetest smile. His eyes shined with tears that he didn’t even try to stop. One rolled down his cheek and your heart just melted. You couldn’t have dreamed a more perfect man to be your baby’s father. It said so much about him that this meant a great deal to him. You knew now that even if you and Joe didn’t last (though you hoped you did), he would love your baby forever.

“Joe,” you sighed, cupping his face and wiping his tears with your thumb.

“Y/N,” he returned, placing his hand on top of yours. Normally, he would have closed his eyes, but he couldn’t tear them away from the sight of the baby. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied.

“Looks like baby…?” Dr. Jones trailed off.

“Mazzello,” you told her.

She smiled. “Of course. Baby Mazzello is right where they should be.”

“That’s amazing,” Joe said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy before.”

“Well, now we can tell people,” you reminded him. “At least, the people who didn’t already know.” His face lit up some more.

“And how is mommy Mazzello doing?” Dr. Jones asked.

“I’m alright,” you told her. “Still have morning sickness pretty frequently, but it’s manageable.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said.

The appointment went on, but Joe’s eyes remained fixed on that screen. When Dr. Jones brought you a print out of the sonogram, she handed it directly to Joe. He held it as tenderly as he might hold the baby itself. He leaned over so you could see it too.

“I can’t believe it,” he cooed. “That’s our baby.”

“That’s our baby,” you repeated warmly, rubbing his arm. “You wanna keep that one?”

He nodded.

“Would you like me to get you another copy?” Dr. Jones offered.

“Please,” you said.

You were pulling your pants back up when she came back and gave you a picture as well. She smiled at you as you helped Joe to his feet.

“Thanks so much,” you said. “If you can’t tell, he’s very excited to be a daddy.”

Joe finally looked up and shook Dr. Jones’s hand again.

“I noticed,” she laughed. “You two will make fine parents. You can make your follow up appointment up front, and I’ll see you guys in a couple weeks.”

You said goodbye, made your next appointment, and left. You drove so that Joe could keep staring at the picture. You thought it was the sweetest thing. When you got back to the apartment, he was talking animatedly about the baby and how excited he was. You could hardly take in a word of it. All you could do was look at Joe and feel the wave of affection wash over you. What originally felt like such a mess was now your greatest blessing.

“Hey, babe, can I put this on Instagram?” he asked as you took a seat on the couch.

“You can put it anywhere you want, honey,” you replied.

“I want you in the picture too,” he said.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Y-you do?”

While Joe was around, he worked with you every day to conquer your fear of cameras. It usually meant taking a selfie, or just him getting a shot of you when you were out somewhere. But he always asked for permission and he never posted them to social media. You trusted Joe, and slowly, you were getting to a place where he could take a photo without you having an anxiety attack.

“Your face won’t be in it,” he said when he saw your expression. “Just you, holding the sonogram over your belly. All you’ll really see is your hands.”

You smirked. “That’s artsy.”

“Please, baby,” he said. “You can say no.”

He looked eagerly at you and you sighed. “How can I say no to that face?”

He beamed. “You’ll do it?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. You were too happy to deny him this. And you felt easier about a photo that wasn’t of your face. “Get over here.”

He bounded over. He handed you the sonogram and you held it delicately over your tummy. He squatted in front of you with his phone, coming in close to get the shot. You heard the soft click of the camera and then he stood, turning the phone around to show you. It was exactly what he had described - your fingers on either side of he sonogram, with just your shirt as the background. It was actually a nice photo.

“I like it,” you said. “You can post it, but please don’t tag me.”

“You got it,” he promised.

You watched him post it to Instagram. His caption read, “Baby Mazzello hits planet Earth February 2019.” You approved and he put it up.

Within minutes, there were tons of comments. Gwilym wrote, “Congrats, mate!” Ben wrote, “Can’t wait to meet the little bugger,” with a heart emoji. Lucy just had an emoji with heart eyes. Even Brian May wrote a sweet comment that read, “Congratulations, Joe. The world needs more spirits like yours. Hope he or she is happy and healthy -Bri.” Roger Taylor commented, “Misfire? Hahaha, congrats!”

“You got responses from Brian May and Roger Taylor?” you gasped as Joe read them aloud to you while you cooked dinner. “That’s so cool!”

“You’ll meet them when you come to the premiere with me,” he said.

“You should have led with that,” you joked. “I would have agreed to go a lot sooner.”

He smirked. “Well, you didn’t take a whole lot of convincing anyway.”

“Shut up,” you said, and threw a piece of onion at his face. It hit him square in the cheek since he wasn’t paying attention.

He sputtered when it made contact but then threw it back at you. You squeaked and dodged it before laughing.

“Oh, hey, even Rami commented!” he said, stopping your onion war. “He just said ‘awesome’. God, he’s terrible at social media.”

“Let him live,” you returned. “Will you finish cutting the onions for me, Joey? I’m getting too watery eyed over here and I need to put the tomatoes in.”

You passed him the chopping board and knife, and he got to work, putting his phone on the counter. You put the tomatoes you prepared into the oven to roast. Joe whistled as you bent over. You rolled your eyes as you closed the oven and set the timer.

“I can’t wait till you start showing,” he said.

“I’ve already gained some weight,” you told him. “And my boobs have gotten bigger.”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna say anything,” he teased. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

“I really should be offended by stuff like that, but I love how sexy you make me feel,” you said bluntly.

“I love when you tell me exactly what you’re thinking,” he returned.

“We do communicate well, huh?”

“That’s love, baby!” he cried, holding up his hand for a high five, which you happily gave him. “Whoo!”

He glanced at his phone again. “Oh Dexter and Allen chimed in,” he said. “Dex says, ‘Well done.’ Whatever that means. Allen says congrats.”

“Tell them thank you.”

You continued with dinner. You hummed to yourself as you went, soaking some already dirtied dishes before wiping your hands on your apron. You felt Joe’s eyes following you each way you moved. You smiled at him.

“What is it?” you wondered.

“I just love you so much,” he said. “I don’t want to leave again.”

“I don’t want you to go,” you returned. “But you have to. It’s your job.”

“There’s another thing I wanted to talk about,” he said. “After the movie’s all taken care of.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to move in with me,” he said. “I’m getting a new place in Brooklyn. I want you to move in with me so the baby will have a proper home to come to.”

You blinked. You hadn’t really thought about moving. You had lived with Christy your entire adult life. It felt so normal to have her around. Not to mention all the times she came through for you.

“What about Christy?” you decided to point out.

“What about her?” he replied. “I mean, at some point you two weren’t going to be roommates anymore. When you got married and all that. And she probably doesn’t want to live in a house with a baby.”

“Well, you’re forgetting one thing,” you said.

“What is it?”

“I love her.”

He chuckled. “I know you do, baby. And believe me, I’m glad she was here when everything happened with Nick. But I want to start our lives as a family. In our own place. And she can come and visit any time, I promise.”

You considered it. It was a big step to take in a relationship. But you looked down and thought about your child. What would be best for them? To grow up in a tiny apartment? Or a cozy house a little outside the city.

“We don’t have to go full on suburbia,” he said. “In fact, I’d prefer we didn’t. I’m saying it’s not like I’m asking you to move to Staten Island or anything.”

You giggled. “Joe,” you said, reaching over the counter to take his hand. “I’ll move in with you. Even if you did want to go to Staten Island.”

He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gratefully. “You’re so good to me, Y/N.”

“Only because I love you,” you said.

You had dinner together and he told you some more about the house he’d found. He showed you the listing on his phone and you adored the pictures. It really was a beautiful home. You told him you couldn’t wait to see it in person. He promised to take you next time he was in town. He’d be leaving in the next week or so. But he’d back sooner, so you weren’t too sad to see him go.

On Joe’s last few days in town, you’d taken time off of work. When you returned, you knew you had to tell Don you were pregnant so you could ensure maternity leave after your delivery. You knocked softly on the door and he called you in.

“What’s up, Y/N?” he asked.

“There’s something I need to disclose to you, since you’re my boss,” you said.

“Very well then,” he said.

“Well, um, this is unexpected, but I’m pregnant,” you told him. “I’m due in February so that’s when I’ll be taking maternity leave. I’d like to go over those benefits with you again when you’ve got some time.”

Don just blinked at you, stunned. “Y-you’re pregnant?”

“That’s what I said.”

“And...Joe’s the father?”

You frowned. “No, actually, it’s Brad Pitt,” you said sarcastically. “Of course it’s Joe. Jesus, Don, what kind of girl do you take me for?”

“I didn’t take you for one to get knocked up,” he said.

“Are you doing that thing where you’re rude to me again?” you wondered. “Because it’s not cool, Don. That’s a pretty offensive thing to say.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, sorry. I’m just shocked is all.” He opened his desk drawer and searched around before grabbing a packet of papers and holding them out to you. “Here’s the benefits package. Look it over and if you’ve got any questions, just ask.”

“Will do,” you said.

“And, Y/N,” he said. “I am actually happy for you.”

“Thanks, Don,” you replied. “Are we becoming friends now?”

“I hope so,” he returned with a smile.

You smiled back and left, heading to your desk a littler happier.

The weeks went by, and your tummy bloated with the baby inside you. It began with a small bump, like you usually only got after Thanksgiving dinner. Joe was gone when you saw it, so, feeling brave, you took a photo in the mirror and sent it to him. He sent back about a thousand hearts.

You also began talking to the baby. According to the book you were reading, it could hear you, so you talked to it all the time. When you were hungry, you’d look down at your tummy and say, “What are you in the mood for, Baby? Chinese? Sounds good to me.” And you’d get yourself some take out.

When Joe and his castmates returned, they gushed over you. It felt more real now that you were showing a little. Joe was consistently rubbing it, even if it was absentmindedly. He just would rest his hand there during dinner or while you were watching a movie. It felt reassuring when he did so. Like a constant reminder of how much he loved and supported you.

“You look so beautiful,” he said one night as you lounged together.

“You certainly make me feel that way,” you told him.

“Good, I’m doing my job then,” he said.

You smiled and relaxed against him. His phone dinged on the coffee table.

“Who is it?” you wondered.

“It’s a text from Gwilym in the group chat,” he said, and you frowned at his expression.

“What did he say?” you asked.

“He told me to check my DMs on Instagram, but for Rami and Ben not to,” he explained, his brow furrowed. “I wonder what’s going on.”

“Do you mind if I look?” you asked.

He lowered the phone so you could both see the screen.

“Is your group chat really called ‘the band’?” you teased.

“Of course!”

You chuckled together as he opened up his Instagram app. When he checked his messages, the top one was from a weirdly anonymous looking account. The name was just random letters and numbers, and they had sent Joe some photos. He opened it and you felt like everything around you froze. There in his messages were the old photos of you that Nick had. They were vulgar and horrifying to see again. Your body went cold with fear and humiliation.

“What the fuck…” Joe muttered.

Your stomach lurched. You wanted to speak but were afraid you’d throw up.

“Oh my God,” you finally managed.

It came on quickly this time. Your heartbeat was so fast it actually pained your chest. Your hands were immediately numb. You couldn’t breathe. Tears came to your eyes, so large your vision was blurry until you blinked and they slid down your cheeks.

Another text popped up and it was from Ben in the chat. He said he’d already opened the message but closed it right away when he saw what they were and deleted it. Rami said he hadn’t opened it, but Lucy had gotten one too, and she told him to delete it without looking.

“Joe - uh - please, please, please,” you said. “Don’t look.” You cleared your throat. “Don’t look. I - ahem - I can’t…” you couldn’t form anymore words.

He promptly got out of the message, swiped it, and hit delete.

“How could this happen?” he wondered.

“I - I don’t know,” you said through deep breaths.

Joe wrapped his arms around you. You were shaking so violently, he had to hold you tight to keep you still. You’d never felt like this. Your chest felt so tight. Like you were having a heart attack or something. You couldn’t believe Joe had seen the pictures. And Ben, Gwilym, and Lucy as well, however briefly. Who else had gotten them? Who had sent them? Nick was supposed to be in jail until the court date next week.

You phone rang, buzzing loudly on the table. Joe picked it up. He showed you it was Christy. He answered and put it on speaker.

“Y/N is having a hard time, but she can hear you,” he said. “Did you get the pictures?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I did some research, too. On Nick’s Facebook. He’s out. His mom paid his bail. I’m willing to bet he created a fake account just to send these.”

You and Joe locked eyes.

“The timing is convenient,” Joe said. “The court date...”

“I know,” Christy agreed. “This is just a tactic to scare you, Y/N. He’s trying to make you back down.”

You had to admit it was working. You never wanted to leave your apartment. You wanted to crawl inside yourself and disappear. You detached yourself from Joe, feeling unworthy of him. He watched you curiously as you trembled on the couch, pulling your knees into your chest. You choked out a sob.

“I want to die,” you whimpered.

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secondchancesfic · 5 years

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S.C: Chapter VI

Superhero!AU

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Parental Analogical, Platonical Anxceit, unrequited love (LoganxDeceit). Sibling Roman and Remus

Tags/Warnings: Anxiety, jealously, violence, explosions, villain!Roman, Villain!Remus, blood, major character death (mention)

Words: 4198

-“Hey, Logan! Do you want to have some fun?” “No, I cannot compute it”- Gregory said mockingly, imitating Logan’s voice poorly. Remy laugh hysterically at the impersonation, he obviously didn’t know who the guy was or how he sounded but MAN, did Gregory made some very stupid voices.

-Like… He really knows how to relax! He doesn’t need to get out of the office at all!- Gregory continue with a very exasperated tone in his voice.

-Sheesh, why do you even have a crush on him? Sounds like a very boring person, let alone super old- Remy gasped. –Like a grampa!-

-Now you made weird- Gregory flopped in the couch and hold a pillow.

-I made it weird!? Bitch, it was weird all along, what are you talking about?- Remy sipped on a Starbucks plastic cup as he scrolled through his phone.

-I don’t know, I guess it’s just… He is really smart? And attentive? But…- Gregory groan. –This is so stupid…-

Remy hummed.

-Rem… I don’t feel so different…- He finally said.

Remy gulped. –Talking shit was the first step. The second step is meeting someoooone!!!- He said the last word in a singing tone.

He showed Gregory his phone, Remy was scrolling through his gallery. The photos were mostly selfies from Remy with other villains, everyone was using their complete uniforms. The villain stopped in one picture showing himself and a guy who was wearing a masquerade with white attire with golden trims.

-Dude, this guy is super-hot! I gotta introduce you to The Prince- Remy said getting really excited.

-I don’t want to meet anyone, let alone another villain. All of them are assholes- Gregory said as he pushed Remy´s phone and sat properly.

-Except me!- Remy shouted

-Especially you- Gregory smirked.

Remy gasped offended and kept scrolling through his phone. –Ok, I gotta admit. He is a little self-centered. But my point is, you need to meet someone! This Logan guy wasn’t the only one coop up in that place, Greg. If you want to be with someone you have to go out there and show who’s boss.-

-Are we talking about dating or fighting someone?-

-You know what I mean-

-I really don’t-

-Come on! Why are you so adamant on meeting new people anyway? Excluding the villain factor- Remy asked curiously as he sip from his cup.

Gregory let out a huff and sink back in the couch -Have you seen me at all?- he said in a calm manner.

- What do you mean?- Remy was taken aback, his eyes still glued to the phone.

-Remy, I’m horrible. This fucking thing here- Gregory pointed to his scar. –People stare at it and get freak out. No one would want to date someone as hideous as me-

The villain was completely silent for once and looked directly at his friend. In all his time knowing Gregory, never did he imagine the hero would feel like that about himself. He never cared about his scar or what others thought. Or at least that’s the impression he gave.

-What are you talking about, Dee?! You aren’t hideous!-

-Totally believable …- Gregory hold himself, his bleached hair falling in his face.

-I’m serious, AND I’M NEVER THIS SERIOUS!- Remy shouted.

-That’s exactly why I don’t believe you…- He said as he grabbed the glass of water.

-Greg…- Remy was interrupted by Greg’s phone ringing.

He went to grab it and saw the number. Gregory answered the phone, Remy sat straight.

-Yes?- He continue listening, Remy watch carefully. –I’m on my way- Gregory stood up and started walking towards the exit, clicking his phone to end the call.

-Wow! Hey, where the hell are you going?- Remy stayed in the couch, while holding his cup.

-The “grampa” needs help- Remy snorted and sipped his drink. Gregory smirked.

-We’re going to catch The Duke and The Prince-

Remy choked on the tea and coughed before screaming. -WHAT!? NO! COME ON! THOSE ARE THE ONLY GUYS I ACTUALLY LIKE TO HANG OUT!-

-Sorry, Rem. It’s my job- Gregory started walking towards the exit when Remy hug him from behind and keep him tight.

-I’m not letting you! You are not brainwashing anyone!- He said in a half joke tone.

-LET ME GO, YOU DRAMA QUEEN!-

-No!- Remy wrap an arm around Gregory’s neck. –Time to sleep, dear Deceit!-

Remy placed a hand over his friend’s head but nothing happened.

-Brilliant as ever, Rem- Gregory grabbed Remy’s arm and twisted it into a lock, getting a whimper from the villain.

-ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I GIVE UP!- Remy shout from the pain.

Gregory left him and step back, Remy hold his sore arm and move it carefully.

-Shit… When did you get strong?-

-I’ve been training-

-It shows…- Remy said annoyed and impressed.

Gregory looked at his friend. –Yeah…- He paused for a moment. –Sorry about the twisted arm-

-It’s… Fine… Go help your sugar daddy or something- Remy smirked.

Gregory huffed mildly annoyed, then left the apartment leaving Remy alone. The villain sat back in his couch and grabbed his phone, scrolling through the photos. “He really needs to meet other people…” He then saw the picture of The Duke. “…Greg is gonna have a hell of a time with this one…”

Logan, now Syllogism, was flying on top of the buildings. Well, more like floating, thanks to a pair of anti-gravitational boots he made to prove a point. Which was, you may ask? Who knows? Syllogism acted in an adrenaline and coffee rush after not sleeping 23 hours straight.

He was following the car closely and carefully, not wanting to make his presence known to avoid any kind of accident. The car was driving well enough, curiously not passing any stops or red lights. There were no police cars following them, probably no one catch a glimpse of the car before they made their escape. Weird, but it was better this way, less probabilities of someone getting hurt.

The car stopped at the front of an abandon building. It had a huge hole in one wall on the third floor only covered by a couple boards and all the windows were covered in fabric. The entrance was blocked with a huge piece of wood that looked rather heavy. The neighborhood was completely silent as if it was a ghost town, perfect to hide stolen goods without being notice. Syllogism float down to the roof from the building in front and watch both villains closely, he adjusted his glasses to zoom on both of them. They were bickering about something, one seemed angry while the other was giggling. When the villains enter the building, the hero took out his phone and contacted base again.

-Syllogism here, I’ve tracked down Prince and Duke to an abandoned building. Is back up coming?-

-I’m on my way - Gregory’s voice came in.

-Deceit, how long for you to arrive?-

-Not long. At least 10 minutes.-

-Alright, I’ll wait and guard-

-I’m on my way too!- Another voice came in.

-Virgil, no- Syllogism said from the other line.

-Why not?!-

-It’s too risky, they are unpredictable-

-So what?! I’ve fought unpredictable assholes before!-

-Virgil, I said no. Stay at home-

-No! I want to help! Why won’t you let me-?!-

-Mender- Syllogism’s voice was cold. He was mad –As your superior in command, you are not to come here. Understood?-

There was silence in the other line. –Understood?- He repeated.

-Fine…- The line then cut.

Syllogism sighted as he put away his phone. There was no way in hell he was going to put Virgil in danger like this. Crimson was bad enough, but this two… They were extremely unpredictable, let alone dangerous. There were no fatalities in any of the reports, damages, on the other hand, were their specialties. It was either luck or stupidity they didn’t killed anyone, but they sure left a lot of wounded or even paraplegic people.

10 minutes passed and Deceit arrived at the scene, floating next to Syllogism.

-I can see the prototype is working well- Syllogism commented.

-Yeah, although it takes a bit to stop floating- Deceit said as he walked near Logan to see the building. –Also, I’m pretty sure people would freak out if they saw a whoever flying around-

-Yes, I notice. I will make a camouflage modification after this- Syllogism said calmly.

-Don’t look so excited- Deceit said sarcastically. He looked at the building–Shall we?-

-Affirmative-

Both heroes float towards the open area in the third floor and enter without difficulties. There were stairs that could go up or down; since the villains seem to have stayed in the first floor, they decided to go as quiet as possible downstairs. Deceit was wondering about Logan’s date, he wanted to know the details, but now wasn’t the time. He was not compromising the mission just to feel even more jealous.

They went near the entrance to the first floor and stayed a few stairs up. There was no door or anything blocking entrance to the stairs, there used to be due to the screws and certain pieces on the floor. It was either pulled out by the villains or it was already like that. They listen to the pair arguing.

-Is that what you are spending our money?! Explosives?! Where do you even get this shit!?- The villain in the white attire said. His masquerade was off, set aside in a desk that looked decent enough.

-Would you relax?! It was for a good cause!- Exclaim the other man, his masquerade was off as well, showing a mustache and a wicked smile, his eyes were full of bags due to the lack of sleep.

-What cause?! I told you to stop exploding things left and right!-

-You said you wanted our names known! What, now I can’t make you a favor?!-

-Where’s the class on doing senseless destruction, Remus? It has to be with style!-

-My style is messy, brother! You should know that by now!- Remus crossed his arms pouting. –I don’t understand what the big deal is…-

The other villain sighed exasperated. –At least… At least tell me next time… It…It kind of scared me ok?!-

Remus gasped. –The great Roman!? Scared?! Now that IS not your look at all!-

-I know, I know. It surprised me as well. I was just worried you would blew up the bounty! Everything could have gone to hell-

Remus uncrossed his arms and sighed dramatically. –I’m sorry, Roman. I’ll tell you next time when I’m planning on bringing havoc- He booped his brother’s nose and went to sit on his dirty stained bean bag, it made a weird squishy wet sound which made the man sigh with delight.

Roman made a disgusted face. –You know…? With all the money, you could buy yourself a new… thing…-

Remus spread his arms in the bean bag and wiggled. –Nope! I like it this way! It has my natural sent-

Roman looked disgusted but let his brother be. He went towards the desk and grabbed a bag of money, he sat down and started counting it. Syllogism went down a couple steps to have a view of the pair of villains, Deceit was behind him trying to take a look as well. They manage to take a look at the villain who they assumed was Remus laid down in a very uncomfortable way, he was looking through his phone and laughing. The other villain, Roman, was calmly looking at the money. Syllogism and Deceit started to go down, Deceit took out a smoke bomb from his pocket. The click was so quiet they didn’t thought anyone else could hear it.

Remus jumped from his bean bag -Roman… Roman, put your mask on-.

-What? - Roman stopped counting. The heroes stayed in their place trying to kept as much silence as they could.

Remus hold his mask and wore it. – PUT YOUR MASK NOW!-

Roman sighed, standing up from his sit and going towards his brother who was really nervous. –Remus, come on. There’s no one else here, relax.-

-I know I heard something - Remus said keeping his eyes locked on the doorway towards the stairs.

-Yes, like the other times you heard something and turn out to be nothing. Go back to your bean bag and try to rest-

-HEY! WHO IS IN THERE?! I KNOW YOU ARE HERE- Remus ignored what his brother said and started screaming.

Deceit was going to throw the smoke bomb but Syllogism rush him upstairs, they went slow and soundless until Remus started walking towards the doorway. The footsteps became louder as both heroes scramble to the second floor.

-AHA! I TOLD YOU SOMEONE WAS HERE!- Remus ran towards the stairs.

Roman grabbed his mask surprised and rush towards his brother. Both villains went to the second floor and saw no one there. It wasn’t even separated into departments, it was just a really big empty space no one would be able to hide. Then more footsteps were heard in the third floor, Remus smirked maliciously.

-They have nowhere to run…- Remus ran after the sound. Roman followed back.

-It’s probably just some teenagers, why are you rushing?- Roman said. –We can easily kick them out-

-If they are the same teenagers, I will make them eat their own intestines!- Remus laughed.

-No, you’re not…- Roman said as he walked behind his brother.

The villains went to the last floor, there was a big hole in a wall looking at the street and a couple woods were on the ground. Both villains cautiously stepped inside, looking everywhere. When they were away from the doorstep, a couple gadgets rolled towards the entrance and made an electric net. The buzzing sound made the villains jump in surprise.

-Good evening- Syllogism presented himself, he had used his technology to turn invisible, and reappearing once he got the attention of the villains. They looked at him more annoyed than surprised.

-I am Syllogism, I came here to take you in custody-

The villains looked at each other and burst into laughter. Syllogism looked at the pair with a stoic expression.

-THAT’S THE BEST JOKE I’VE HEARD TODAY!- The Duke practically shouted between laughs.

-Indeed! May I ask, dear Sir Nerd-

-That’s not my name…- Syllogism was interrupted

-What makes you think you can arrest us?- The Prince said as he walked towards the net, hold it and absorb the electricity from it charging the energy in his hand.

-…Fascinating- Syllogism stared amazed by the powers of the villain.

The Prince throw the ball of energy towards the hero, Syllogism manage to avoid it by an inch. Deceit came out of the shadows and went to touch both villains but they moved fast. The Duke grabbed Deceit’s arm and throw him to the wall, breaking the woods in the process.

-Deceit!- Syllogism shouted as he tried to get closed but The Prince stood between him and Deceit.

-Hey, Duke. Do you want to keep this trash?- The Prince said as he charge more electricity in his hands

The Duke hummed loudly as he got close to Deceit and stepped on his back.- Nah! I’m learning to have higher standards. This…?- He said as he kicked Deceit in the face. -…It’s not exactly the best trash-

Syllogism was horrified but maintain composure, when The Prince was distracted he hold on to him and dropped him to the ground. The hero then grabbed a gadget and throw it at the other villain, it stick to him and gave him a shock. It only made The Duke burst into a fit of laughter, he stopped stepping on Deceit to look at Syllogism.

-Wow! KINKY! Do you have any more of those?!- He said suggestively, getting a groan from his brother and a confused looked from the hero. Deceit grabbed the feet of The Duke and nullified the villain’s powers, then stood up and hit The Duke in the face.

-You shouldn’t get distracted- Deceit said, mouth covered in blood.

The Duke looked at Deceit and smiled widely, blood was coming from his lip.

-Well, well, well! Looks like you aren’t such a wet noodle after all!-

The Duke and Deceit fought while The Prince fought against Syllogism. Syllogism was avoiding each hit, trying to study the movements and how the charging works looking everywhere for a way to contain him. The Prince manage to hit him with an electrified punch in the stomach, the waves of electricity went through his body filling him with a horrible pain. Deceit was defending himself from the punches and kicks from the aggressive villain when he notice Syllogism stumbling, The Prince kept punching and making him go towards the hole in the wall. Deceit punch and throw The Duke to the ground and ran towards Syllogism but the villain grabbed his feet and he fell, then he placed himself on top of him.

-Awww… What’s the matter? Are you tired of playing with me?- The Duke said in a sickly and mischievous manner. –Why don’t you relax and see the spectacle?-

The Duke grabbed Deceit’s hat, putting it on while pulling the hero’s hair so he could watch his comrade being beaten. Deceit didn’t know what to do at that moment, he wiggled and tried to move but the villain was holding him down.

Syllogism was still stunned, trying to compose himself and to not fall back. The Prince kicked him really hard but not enough to send him flying out. Syllogism was getting irritated, especially with the laughter of the villain.

-And I thought heroes were supposed to be strong! First that emo nightmare and now a magician and a nerd!-

Syllogism looked up, eyes locked on the villain. Emo nightmare?

The Duke laughed. –Oh, yeah! He played all tough, until I spooked him! He was such a crybaby- The Duke made a crying motion with his hands.

Syllogism manage to stand up, maintaining enough equilibrium so he didn’t fall.

-Which hero…?- He asked quietly, The Prince catch what he said.

–Why?- the villain said between laughs.

-Tell me… Which…?- Syllogism tried to maintain composure and balance, he was in so much pain but the anger was bubbling up.

-I don’t know? I’m good at describing though. Let’s see… he had purple hair, he was really weak and pretty stupid for trying to stop us. It was fun looking at him crumble after shocking him!- Both villains started to laugh.

Syllogism was angry, how dare they hurt his son? How dare them!? The pain he felt was dissipating, now pure anger was his motor, he took a couple steps towards the villain. The Prince looked surprised and went to shock the hero again, Syllogism grabbed the villains arm and twisted into a lock.

-HEY!- the villain screamed.

-You and him are coming with us right this instant- Syllogism said in a cold tone.

The Duke looked surprised and went to stand up to help his brother, Deceit took the opportunity to hold the villain down. He then pulled a pair of handcuffs and placed them in his hands. The villain started to scream and to try to stand up, The Prince took notice and charge his energy around his body making Syllogism took his hands off of him.

-Alright, it was fun but now you two need to leave- The Prince charge his hands and went to punch Syllogism who protected himself using his arms.

The electricity burned his arms and with each hit he was taking another step back. He tried to think of what to do, he was still pretty dizzy from the beat down. Deceit was screaming his name while still holding the angry villain down, but Syllogism couldn’t make up what else he was saying. He was in a daze. The Prince was ready to kick the hero out of the building, so in a rush of pure adrenaline, Syllogism grabbed the villain’s leg and throw The Prince behind him. The hero dropped to the ground and laid there trying to make sense of all the noise around him.

The sound of screams and a car alarm filled the atmosphere. Syllogism started to hear clearly what the yelling was about, it wasn’t Deceit as he thought. The Duke was shouting frantically and choking on his own words. Was he crying?

-YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD! I WILL KILL YOU ALL! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU TWO ARE FUCKING DEAD!- That was what The Duke was repeating.

Syllogism manage to stand up, still confused by what was going on. He looked at Deceit who was still holding The Duke down and looking horrified at the wall. The older hero looked behind him and saw the empty place and the hole was now well open, pieces of wood were on the ground. He walked towards the wall and looked outside. His mind was filled with horror.

The Prince’s body was over the car, the alarm was still going off not stopping any time soon.

-What have I done…?- He thought to himself. –Focus. You still have to take care of the other villain-

-Deceit, get him down. I’ll… I’ll take care of… the other one…- He wasn’t sure he wanted to get close. What could he do? The Prince was dead, not even Virgil could do something for him. It was the first time Syllogism ever made this kind of mistake, a regretful, horrifying mistake.

Deceit only nodded and stood up while grabbing the villain, who was wiggling and kicking the air angry and heartbroken.

-I’M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL! YOU’LL SEE!! I WILL MAKE SURE YOUR FACES ARE CRUSHED INTO STONE! I WILL DISMEMBER YOUR BODIES AND FEED THEM TO THE RATS!- He kept screaming while crying, his eyes were filled with anger but deep inside Remus was crushed. His brother, his role model, his partner in crime was gone. Roman was gone. His only family, his dear brother was gone, and it was the heroes’ fault.

Deceit manage to dragged him down the stairs as best as he could, being careful on not to drop him by accident. They didn’t need another dead person.

Syllogism float down slowly, he really didn’t want to get close. Why did he do that? What was he supposed to do? He took out his communicator while floating down.

-B-base… This is Syllogism- He said shakily, going down felt like hours.

-Syllogism, what’s the status on The Prince and The Duke?- Dot’s voice came in.

-I-…The Duke is… secured…- The hero stuttered.

-Syllogism? What’s going on? What happened?- Dot sounded concern.

-Dot… I- I killed The Prince…- The hero said.

He finally got to the ground and got close to the body.

-Oh… Oh no… Lo- Syllogism… There will be back up. I can send Mender to- She was interrupted.

-God no… Don’t-Don’t bring him here… Th-there’s nothing he can do- He inspected the body, blood was coming from the mouth and the head. The Prince wasn’t moving at all, but he was breathing, slow and hardly doing so but still breathing.

-DOT! SEND BACK UP! The Prince IS STILL ALIVE BUT BARELY!- Syllogism said yelling.

-O-OH! ALRIGHT! I’LL SEND MENDER AS WELL!- Dot yelled back in a panic.

-I’m here, no need to call- Mender came floating. Of course he had disobeyed.

Syllogism watch as his son came closer to The Prince.

-Holy shit, he is really fucked- Mender said as he got close, not wasting more time he placed a hand on The Prince’s arm, starting the healing process.

-Vir- Mender…- He got interrupted by a loud thump in the building. Both heroes look towards the building. Syllogism then looked at his son.

-Go check, I’ll take care of this- Mender said, blood had stopped coming from The Prince’s wound.

Syllogism wanted to tell his son something, but it had to wait. –Don’t overuse your powers, Mender- He said as he went inside the building.

He found Deceit stunned holding his head and kneeling in the ground, a pair of handcuffs were on the ground. The Duke had escaped.

-Fuck…- Deceit said. –I’m sorry Logan…- he said really embarrassed

-It’s alright, Dee. We’ll catch him sooner or later. Now we need to focus on The Prince-

Deceit look up shocked. Both heroes went outside the building to reunite with Mender.

Remus ran to the backyard of the building, he ran and didn’t look back. His eyes were filled with tears. He ran and ran, until he got into a well-lit building and hide in the dark alleyway. He clench his fists until the knuckles turned white, then dropped to his knees and started hitting the ground furiously. Remus chocked the words he wanted to yell, he wanted to scream but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He felt miserable, so miserable. More miserable than he ever did back at their home.

Footsteps alarmed the villain, making him look up angrily. He would take his anger on whoever was coming towards him.

-Oh my goodness…Remus?- A chirpy voice sounded

Remus froze in his place

-Long time no see!-

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Holy crap! I havent upload for a while. Life went like crazy last months. Anyway, here ya go! I will try to make it more often. Sorry for the wait.

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Full Time Mediator - 3 Ninjas

Jerry Jeffries knew that being Sam Douglas' partner was going to give him a headache, he just didn't realize how long it would last.

Snippets of his life as the godfather to Colt.

Notes: In the first movie, Sam refers to his partner as Jerry, but never uses a last name. I decided it was Jeffries and that Colt was named after him. I then proceeded to write a little more of this headcanon every time I watched the movie.

-.-.-

Jerry really should have known that partnering with Sam Douglas was going to be a massive headache. Four years into the friendship Douglas had met, married, and had two kids with Jessica Tanaka. And that was just the first two years.

“Are we seriously investigating Mori Tanaka’s business right now?” Jerry gave Sam a pointed looked as he dropped the tax records for Tanaka Karate on the man’s desk. Sam did not even attempt to look guilty with Mori Tanaka’s face staring at him from the family photo on his desk.

“Mori’s the one who asked me to look into it,” Sam shrugged and Jerry looked at him skeptically as he took his seat at the desk across from him. Sam noticed and sighed, “Its Snyder. Mori thinks he’s cooking the books somehow. I said I’d take a look.”

Jerry kept his comment about this being a job for the Financial Division to himself. Douglas was weird when it came to his father-in-law and Jerry wasn’t touching those Daddy Issues with a ten-foot pole. Maybe a twenty-foot pole? And a couple bottles of whiskey.

“Jess know about this?” Jerry watched Sam roll his shoulders, “She doesn’t. Gotcha.” Great. Now he had to keep his mouth shut at Sunday night dinners. “You’re lucky your kids are cute,” Jerry grumbled as he picked up a file – 1120s for the past two decades. Yay.

The kids were cute. Little Sam was a bundle of blond giggles and Jeffrey scowled at everything. And Jerry would be lying if he said he didn’t get great amusement at seeing Jeffrey the Scowler toddling after his father every Sunday. And not just because the tyke was named after him.

“Agent Jeffries,” Jerry looked up at their unit chief, he had his eyebrows raised at the piles of folders on their desks, “We catch a case no one told me about?”

Jerry smirked at Sam, “You want to take that one, Douglas?”

Another shoulder roll, “Not really.”

-.-.-

“Alright, kid,” Jerry threw his hotdog wrapper in the trash, “Out with it. Why am I here?”

Jeffrey – Colt, whatever – rolled his shoulders back as he folded his hotdog wrapper into smaller and smaller squares. Jerry couldn’t help but smirk. He and Sam were heads of their own units now, so it’d been a while since he’d seen that particular shoulder roll.

“Should I guess?” Jerry grinned at the fifteen-year-old, who instantly scowled. “Hmm, fight with your old man?” Scowl. “Girl trouble?” Blush. Scowl. “Ok, you and Rocky fighting?” Eye roll. “Your mom giving you grief about grandkids?”

Colt’s head swiveled and his eyebrows scrunched together, “What?”

Jerry chuckled, “Just my mother then.” They kept walking. Colt had asked him to go to lunch. An odd occurrence. It was becoming odder by the second.

“Will you teach me to shoot?” Jerry was really happy he’d finished his hotdog already. Colt was looking at his hotdog wrapper – now magically transformed into a flimsy ninja star.

“You tryin’ to get me killed?” Jerry stopped to turn towards Colt, “Cause your mother will kill me I even think of saying yes to that.” It was a true statement. Jessica Douglas was the scariest person he’d ever met.

Colt crossed his arms and met his eyes now, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” Oh, yeah, like he was going to fall for that. “I figure, if people keep pointing guns at me, it might be a good idea to learn how to use one.” Guilt trip, party of one.

“That’s what cops are for,” Jerry could feel himself losing that one when Colt started laughing. “Ok,” Jerry sighed, “Point made.” He started walking, “But if your mother finds out I’m throwing you under the bus quicker than you can throw a ninja star.”

-.-.-

A boxing gym would not have been Jerry’s first guess when looking for Colt. He had, in fact, thought the beach or the mall more likely. But Jerry had asked Rocky, who had snorted and rattled off an address before wishing him good luck. Very sarcastically.

“Well, I’m shocked!” Jerry could play at sarcasm too. He probably shouldn’t do it when Colt was attacking a bag with such ferocity. But hey, Jerry was a workaholic, teasing Sam’s kids was the closest he got to fun nowadays.

Colt threw one last punch and sent the bag spinning. He looked displeased as he turned to face him. Jerry could guess why. His eyes were ringed red. And it wasn’t all sweat on his face. “What are you doing here?” Colt pushed past him.

Jerry followed him to the locker room, “Big, bad deputy director came in all huffy this morning.” That was an understatement. A probie had fled from Sam’s office crying. “Only one person manages to throw him that far off his game.”

“Rocky gave me up,” Colt jerked his locker open.

“Like a hot potato,” Jerry grinned as he straddled the bench that ran along the lockers.

Colt didn’t have a lot of tells. He rolled his shoulders when he was nervous, his voice went an octave higher when aggravated, and if anything really got to him he was liable to beat the crap out of it.

Honestly, if he didn’t share every damn one of those with Sam Jerry wouldn’t have a chance in hell of identifying when the kid was actually upset. Not that he’d tell either of them that. It didn’t go over well. Shocking!

“So,” Jerry leveled a look at Colt as he finished vigorously wiping the ‘sweat’ from his face, “What the old man do?” Colt scoffed, but he sat down on the bench in front of him. Jerry was actually a little concerned he might start crying again – in which case, all bets were off, he’d kick Sam’s ass for him.

“There’s a tournament next month,” Colt stared at the floor, teeth gritted, “I’m old enough for the advanced division.” Jerry saw where this was going. Sam was not a fan of fighting. For sport especially.

It was particularly funny if you knew the man went to college on a wrestling scholarship.

In any case, every time it came up – Colt got in a fight at school, Colt wanted to spend a weekend at his grandfather’s, Colt and Rocky sparing in the backyard, when the girl across the street asked Colt to show her a few moves – Sam freaked.

“The one in LA?” Jerry kept pretty decent track of martial art tournaments in the area. It was an easy way to figure out where Colt would go when upset and it had come in handy a few times in the past.

Colt nodded, “He said no, of course.” He sneered, “I’ll never learn to control my temper if all I want to do is fight.” There was a sniffle. Oh, Jerry really hoped the kid wasn’t going to cry.

“Chin up kid,” Jerry clipped his chin with his hand, “I’ll talk to your dad.” Colt’s head swung around to stare at him, wide eyed. Jerry made it a point not to step on any parental toes, but seriously? You don’t make a man a godfather if you don’t want him to point out your hypocrisies.

So that’s what he did. He dropped the kid off at home and headed back to the office.

Sam was still in his mood, but Jerry was more than a match for that.

“You made him cry, you know,” Jerry closed the door of Sam’s office and folded his arms. Sam looked up, a scowl still on his face, “Colt.” And the scowl flopped. Belly-flopped, if the red face was anything to go by. “I have a strict, no crying policy when it comes to godsons.”

“You only have one godson, Jerry,” Sam rubbed his fingers into his eye. Good, he felt guilty. Jerry didn’t want to actually kick his ass, technically, Sam was his boss.

Jerry grinned, “I’m aware.” He took a seat, propped his feet up on the desk, “I’m not sure how aware you are of your blatant hypocrisy, Mr. Wrestling Scholarship.” And the scowl was back. “Oh, yes, I know about the tournament.” Jerry leveled a withering look at Sam, “Anything you’d care to add before I launch into my prepared lecture?”

-.-.-

Jerry grumbled into his pillow as he reached for his phone. It was ringing, obnoxiously. No respect for the hangover. Didn’t it know he was suspended?

“Jeffries,” Jerry answered robotically, rolling in his bed to face his ceiling. Bad plan. His stomach churned.

“Snyder escaped from prison.” Jerry sat up in bed, hangover forgotten, “Yesterday.” The voice registered as Sam Douglas. He’d made deputy director last year and was in Washington as of last night.

Jerry checked his clock, 11a, “Protection detail?” He got up to grab clean clothes.

“FitzPatrick is scrambling now,” Sam sounded ragged, worry edging his voice, “I was only informed half an hour ago when FitzPatrick called me to help locate Jess and the boys.”

Heads would roll. Possibly literally if Mori Tanaka still had that sword. Jerry slipped on a clean pair of jeans and found himself clipping on his off-duty weapon.

“I told FitzPatrick to loop you in. I know you’re suspended,” Sam was huffing, angry, “But I know for sure you didn’t have anything to do with this mess. I can trust you to find the boys.”

“Find?” Jerry paused with his keys in hand, “They’re not at home?” Rocky was at UCLA this year he knew, but Colt at least should still be in bed at 11a on a Saturday.

Sam chuckled, dark and hollow, “Rocky’s in the dorms this year, campus police are enroute, but Colt left early this morning apparently and left his phone.” Jerry hissed. That didn’t bode well, “We had a fight last night before I left.” There it was.

“I’ve got some idea where he’ll be,” Jerry tugged his cell from its charger, “I’ve got my cell, I’ll call FitzPatrick as soon I’ve got him.” If Colt wasn’t at home, he was training.

He was driving through LA traffic towards Reggie’s Boxing Gym. At 11a on a Saturday. With a hangover. The things he did for his godson.

-.-.-

Colt was sitting on the ambulance’s bumper when Jerry finished talking with the cops. The teen’s gaze was focused entirely on the white sheet that now covered the body of one Hugo Snyder.

“Well,” Jerry huffed as he sat beside him. Colt’s head snapped up to look at him. “I’m glad I taught you to shoot.” That earned him a half-smile. Jerry wrapped an arm around the brunet. Colt was shaking like a leaf. “But if your mother asks?”

Colt chuckled, his grip tightening on the shock blanket wrapped around his shoulders, “I’m just naturally gifted.” Jerry nodded, tucking the kid’s head underneath his chin as he went. “What about dad?” Colt’s voice cracks and Jerry almost doesn’t catch it the kid is talking so quietly.

“Pretty sure he’s gonna be focused on the bullet that went whizzing by your head rather than the one you shot.” In fact, Jerry would bet hard money on that. Sam would be agonizing over the bullets in the boxing gym’s wall for days. “He might get distracted by the fact that Snyder knew your weekend routine better than him too.”

Suspension was a blessing in disguise. Sam would be in a mood for weeks.

-.-.-

“I had nothing to do with it Sam.” Jerry didn’t look up from his desk. He didn’t even wait for Sam to knock. He’d known this was coming.

“But you knew he was going to apply?!” Sam had his hands planted firmly on his hips. Jerry looked up from his paperwork and thought vaguely of retirement. “You didn’t think to tell me?”

Jerry snorted, “Tell you your son was joining the Bureau? Do I look suicidal to you?” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. “Come on, you really surprised Colt’s the one following in your footsteps? He’s been doing it since the day he was born.”

“I’m aware,” Sam sighed as he flopped into one of the chairs in front of Jerry’s desk. Jerry watched him roll his shoulders back. “But I thought he’d stay put on the LAPD.”

“And that’s…better?” Jerry scrunched his eyebrows together, “Don’t they get shot at more than us?” Sam glared at him. Jerry grinned. “The kid studied Criminal Justice. He can kick more ass than you ever could. And he’s got nicer hair. Just accept that you’re being replaced by the newer and better model, Sammy.”

Sam doubled over in laughter, “Jess has been wanting me to retire.”

“If you don’t, I will,” Jerry shook his head, “I do not get paid enough to mediate your arguments full time.”

“Haven’t you been doing that since he was born, Jer?”

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our-jensen-ackles-love · 6 years

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Flashes; Twenty-Five

Summary: Playboy Jensen Ackles is hurting his television show’s image. Every time he promised to get his act together, it’d last for about a week before pictures emerge of him half-drunk with some broad on his arm. Fed up and desperate, his agent decides their only hope to save some face is to write up a contract with a nobody girl who could use the money while getting to play the role of Jensen’s girlfriend.

It was only for a year and it was only for the photos. But feelings don’t always follow the rules, do they?

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage.

Author’s Note: The results of the DNA test will be revealed in the next chapter.

CATCH UP KEEP ME UP WITH KO-FI DO YOU LOVE ME?

Chapter Twenty-Five

It had been about two weeks since your world had been turned upside down.

Danneel had followed through on her word to take JJ to the doctors the following morning and since then it had been a not so fun game of waiting around. As much as you were hoping and praying to whomever would listen that this little girl wasn’t his, you couldn’t help that feeling of dread that came along with the possibility she was his.

You had just finished making yourself a cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door. Thinking that it was probably the delivery man with your Chinese food for dinner since you’d be spending another night alone while Jensen was filming, you swung it open.

The woman standing across from you with a sorrowful glance had you in the midst of slamming it shut when her hand made contact with the wood. “Y/N, please, let me explain.”

Moving to shut the door once more, you made sure you words were pointed and blunt. “There’s nothing to explain, Gen.”

“Y/N.”

“I mean it, Gen,” you spat in her general direction, no longer trying to hid your feelings towards her. “You have nothing to explain to me.”

You heard her sigh like she was annoyed which almost made you chuckle at the irony of it all. “Seriously, Y/N, I swear – I, I just need you to hear me out.”

“Tell me one good reason why I should.”

The slight attitude you sensed from her only moments ago was gone in a blink. Her eyes shifted just as her weight did on her feet and briefly you felt bad for how you were feeling; it was almost like a parent scolding their child for the first time.

From the corner of your eye, you saw her take a slow breath – it was almost like it was nerve wracking for her to even be standing in front of you. “I didn’t know that JJ was Jensen’s.”

Your mug in your hand was suddenly scalding hot against your skin causing you to turn your back against someone you once considered a friend and place it down on the closest counter. Without warning you heard Gen take a quiet step inside behind you, followed by the faucet running water and a cool cloth being placed on your hot hand.

Taking the small peace offering from her, you took a step back, giving the two of you some breathing room. “How did you not know that she was his?”

“Well,” she paused, shifting once more while looking you over like you were going to rip her head off. It would be a lie to not admit that it hadn’t crossed your mind. “When she came to me and told me she was pregnant.. she admitted that she didn’t know who the baby’s father was.”

That new tidbit of information just made you hate that skank even more than you already did.

Gen continued to stare at you for a moment while you processed what she had said before speaking again, “It had maybe been a little over month after Jensen and her broke up. She called me crying saying that she had just gotten a positive pregnancy test and that she didn’t know what she should do.”

Your hand was starting to feel exceedingly better under the coolness of the cloth, so you removed it and even though it had just burned you, you went back for your comforting cup of joe. Avoiding eye contact now, you blew on your hot beverage thinking about what to ask, “Well, what did you tell her to do?”

She shrugged before leaning back into one of the kitchen counters, “I was honest. I told her that she needed to call Jensen and tell him – I, also, told her that she needed to call any other man she had been with and tell them.”

“And what did she do?”

Another annoyed sigh, but this time you could tell that it wasn’t directed at you. “She told me that she was going to do all that, but then a couple weeks later she texted me saying that she had lost the baby and she needed some space.”

You both were quiet for a couple minutes while you sorted through your thoughts, trying to wrap your mind around what she was informing you. Without realizing it, you were clutching your mug so hard it was making your knuckles turn white.

“Y/N?”

“You mean to tell me that selfish bitch faked a miscarriage.”

With a little bit of hesitation and a lot more of that motherly quickness, Gen moved in front of you, removing the mug once more from your hands. When it was a safe distance away from being crush in your grip, did she move back into your clouded line of sight.

“She seriously fucking faked losing a child to- to do what? Wait, until one of her possible baby daddies was moving on with their life to spring this on them?”

The look of utter fear at your words was more than evident in Gen’s eyes as she kept her distance from you while you began angry pacing the kitchen tiles. “It would appear that would be the case.”

“And then she was trying to find a way to pit you against me?” You ran your hands through your un-brushed hair, “I can’t believe I thought that was true.”

The faintest of smiles creased in the corner of her mouth, but the fear was still present. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Believe me, I wanted to say something as soon as she made that comment, but then you were out the door so fast…”

“I’m sorry.”

Now the smile was much more evident and she moved in to wrap you in her embrace. Just like most of Gen’s hugs it was all motherly and comforting, something you had probably needed more than ever these last couple of weeks, but your pride was getting in the way of that. “Please, don’t ever be sorry for what she has put you through.”

Your emotions were on a rollercoaster today, so your sniffles didn’t come as a surprise when Gen held you closer to her small frame. Tears were slowly making their way down your cheeks when the sobs started taking over your body and for the first time – you were grateful that you had listened to what your friend had to say.

A good five minutes passed as Gen held you, letting you literally cry into her shoulder. With a small huff, you spoke quietly, “I just don’t understand.”

Her hand patted your back as you took a shaky breath before she spoke again. “I don’t understand a lot of what has happened either.”

The two of you sat on the couch for what felt like hours, tracing and re-tracing what had happened in the span of a month, and why on earth this bitter woman would do what she was doing. The only reasonable explanation, between several more cups of coffee and the Chinese take-out from earlier, was that she was jealous.

“It sounds like such a cliché thing to say though,” you stated, reaching for some more of your shrimp lo-mein. “You know, the ex-girlfriend is jealous.”

Gen nodded her head, picking between the vegetables in the white cardboard box with her chopsticks. “But, is she jealous of you or that Jensen actually loves you despite the contract?”

“Oh, yeah, the contract.”

“Speaking of which,” your brunette friend sat forward, tucking her ankles under her knees as her eyes widen with curiosity towards you. “What the hell is that all about?”

You sighed, deciding that this would probably be the best time to just lay everything on the table.

“I swear, I’m not a hired hooker or anything,” you started, which only made the two of you giggle for a moment. “It honestly all started a couple months ago, it was my birthday and all of my so-called friend couldn’t make it for my night out, but Olivia thought pushing a blind date on me would be a good idea – and even he didn’t show.”

“Asshole,” Gen muttered, causing you to smirk since Jensen had something more or less along the same lines when you admitted that same thing to him.

“So, like most ‘healthy’ adults, I decide that drowning my sorrows in the bottle was the answer. Fast forward a couple of hours and I wake up in a strange man’s bed, naked before being told that I would have to go with him to see his agent.”

Shaking her head, Gen looked at you questionably. “Hold on, you didn’t know who Jensen was when you went home with him?”

You gave her a somewhat embarrassed nod. “I really only knew of Supernatural from one of my girlfriends. I barely had time to sit around and watch a commercial those days, let alone a long ass television series.”

That got another hearty chuckle from her, “I’m sure Jensen must have loved that.”

You paused, thinking about that morning all over again. “You know, thinking about it – I’ve never asked him what he thought of everything. I always just assumed he seemed so annoyed by the circumstances.”

“What do you mean?”

You leaned back into the couch, stretching out your legs between the back cushions and your friend. “I don’t know.. I just always felt like Jensen thought I was cramping his game.”

You had been so lost in conversation, you were completely unaware that there was another visitor standing in your apartment. A deep, exhausted sounding voice rumbled through the kitchen and into the living room. “Are you guys talking about me?”

“Oh,” Gen shyly waved at Jensen as he stepped into your space, crowding everything with his scent. Sweat and laundry detergent invaded your nostrils before you even turned to see him covered in what looked like fake blood splatter. “We were just talking about the morning after the two of you met.”

“The part where I was a giant ass?”

You lost focus for a minute as you took in how attractive Jensen looked in his Dean Winchester outfit. That jacket and those boots, you could see why so many girls loved his character. “No, honestly, I think I tuned that part out.”

He snorted, placing what looked like a six pack of beer on the counter. “Really?”

“Ackles, I was a one night stand. There’s no sugarcoating the part of the story; I’m sure you were treating me just like you would have any other girl in my shoes.”

“That’s the thing though,” he shook his head abandoning the bag on the counter and waltzing into the living room; dirty boots and all. “You aren’t just any other girl.”

The smirk on Gen’s face said it all.

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whyarethedolanssoattractive · 7 years

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Paint You Wings ~ Ethan Dolan {Part Ten}

Ethan’s POV

The front door swung open without warning. Averly and I sat up and smoothed our clothes out, trying our best to make it look like we weren't just making out. Of course, Grayson, Jack, and Aaron figured it out the second they stepped inside.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, we didn't mean to disrupt the baby-making process." Aaron joked and sat down beside me.

Averly and I laughed, then she leaned on my shoulder. "What are you guys doing here?" She asked and messed with my fingers.

Grayson went and got the cameras, then started setting them up in front of the couch. "We're gonna film a video for Jack's channel. You guys are in it." He declared.

Averly and I sighed, then she stood up. "I'm gonna go put on some war-paint then. I'll be back in ten." She bent down and kissed me quickly, then turned around and left.

The second the door shut, the guys all crowded around me. "Boy! How much action have you been getting lately?" Jack asked and laughed.

I shook my head and groaned. "You guys are pervs! We haven't done anything more than make-out yet." I shrugged and sat back on the couch. They all raised their eyebrows. "Honest!"

Grayson rolled his eyes. "Sure, buddy. Anyways, for the video we're doing a Try Not To Cringe thing, but we can only use stuff that we've got of each other, like, secretly. So do you have anything of Averly?"

I laughed when I thought about the video I got of her a few days ago when she was curling her hair and saw a spider, then dropped her curling iron on her foot and hobbled over to punch me for laughing.

"No, nothing."

Damn, I was a good boyfriend.

"Whatever, bro! Come on, it won't be as fun if we don't have any dirt on her!" Aaron groaned and tried to take my phone.

I shook my head again. "No! But we could do it where you can't laugh either, you know? Like you get a negative point if you make any expression, and we could call it The Poker-Face Challenge." I suggested.

The boys all nodded their heads and agreed. We started setting up more cameras and lights, then the microphones.

"I still don't believe that you don't have anything embarrassing of Averly, though." Aaron mentioned and sat back on the couch.

I shrugged. "I do. I mean, I guess there're a few embarrassing text conversations I can show." They weren't that bad, and Averly wasn't easily embarrassed anyways.

"That'll work." Jack laughed.

A few seconds later, Averly came in and sat beside me on the couch. We all had to squeeze so there was enough room, and Averly wound up half on my lap.

"What's up guys? I'm back, and this week I've got special guests Aaron Carpenter, Ethan and Grayson Dolan, and their neighbor-slash-Ethan's-girlfriend Averly." Jack pointed at all of us.

Averly and I looked at each other. I hadn't told the fans that we were dating yet, but I guess that I could post a picture of us tonight to reveal it before Jack posted the video. I would have to ask her first, though. Then Jack might have to re-film this part. I would figure it out later.

"So, today we're doing a challenge that we kind of came up with called The Poker-Face Challenge and basically, we're gonna show embarrassing texts, videos, pictures, etcetera of each other, and we all have to stay cool. You can't cringe, laugh, squeal, scream, get up and leave, anything like that. So, let's get started. Grayson, show us everything you have of all of us, starting with Ethan." He said and looked at Grayson. I took a deep breath because I knew Grayson would have a ton of shit on me.

He laughed and showed us all his phone. It was a picture of me mid-sneeze. I looked kind of like a two-hundred year old turtle, so I didn't make a face. Averly tucked her lips inside her mouth and her eyes got huge. I smacked her arm lightly and smiled at her. She wrapped her arms around me and got a closer look at the picture.

"Okay, next thing." He showed a video of me lip-syncing to A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton in my boxers and fluffy socks with star-shaped sunglasses and broom.

Jack and Aaron lost it, but Averly and Grayson kept their cool. Probably because they witnessed it in person.

Grayson shrugged. "I don't have anything else on E, so let's move on to Av." He grinned at us and showed us a picture of her laying on top of me sleeping while I stuck a french fry up her nose.

She gasped, then slapped my arm. "Oh my god!" She laughed and covered her face, then sighed. "You guys suck!" She declared.

I laughed and kissed her cheek. "We know."

The guys all groaned, then covered us with their hands. "Go to your room, Ethan!" Grayson ordered and pointed.

Averly and I looked at each other and wiggled our eyebrows. "Okay!"

Jack grabbed us and held us to the couch. "No! We've gotta film!" He laughed.

Grayson kept showing embarrassing things of the rest of us, then it was my turn. I started with a few photos of Gray, then a video of him dancing to Treasure by Bruno Mars. I showed Jack and Aaron after Grayson, then Averly last.

"Okay, this is my text conversation with Averly from this morning. She said, 'Hey come over here riiiight now! I have to show you something!' and I said, 'Babe, I'm sleeping' and she said, 'No, Ethan, it's really important!!' and I said, 'Tell me what it is then!' and she said, 'I just shaved my legs and they're really smooth and you need to feel them right now.'" I smiled at the conversation, but Jack and Aaron groaned.

"What. . . Why did you. . . I'm confused." Aaron laughed and looked at Averly.

She started rolling up her leggings. "They're still smooth, you guys wanna feel?" She laughed.

I pulled her leggings back down and held them to her leg. "They're not touching your legs." I shook my head and laughed.

She sighed and fake rolled her eyes, then got her phone out. "It's my turn, right? Well, I only have stuff on Ethan because I don't spend much time around the rest of you guys. Do enjoy a photo of him before he shaved last time and had a mini-mustache." She showed us all the picture.

Instantly, I cringed. It was honestly a horrible photo. "Oh, Babe, really?" I laughed.

She nodded her head. "I also have a picture of you from the other night when we went on our midnight McDonald's run. Should I show the world?" She asked and grinned.

I knew exactly what she was talking about and got sick to my stomach. My hair was pulled down in front of my face and I had a mullet sort of thing going on. I was goofing! "No, no, no!" I laughed and grabbed her phone. "Oh, God, I'll do anything!"

She laughed shook her head. "Fine, fine, I won't show it. Instead I'll show the video of you yesterday morning."

She pressed play and I instantly got chills. I was laying down next to her and singing Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade completely out of tune. They boys all choked down laughter, but had to cover their mouths.

I groaned when the video was over and hid my face in the crook of Averly's neck.

Jack and Aaron's videos were definitely the worst. They had stuff from a few years ago when we were cringe-worthy all the time. Grayson and I lost with a tie and had to go ask a random woman to tell us which one of us was more attractive. She slapped both of us, cursed at us in a foreign language, then stormed off.

We filmed a closing, then put away all the cameras and lights and stuff and hung out in the apartment. Averly and I sat on the couch, her legs on top of mine like always. I scrolled through our photos together to choose one to use to reveal our relationship to the fans. I came across my favorite picture of us - she had on her glasses and her hair was all messy, and I just looked tired. She sat behind me and her arms wrapped around my shoulders. We were both smiling the most sincere I'd seen in any picture.

"Hey, Babe, do you think it's time for me to tell the fans?" I asked and kissed her cheek.

She nodded. "It's up to you."

I smiled and gave her hand a quick squeeze. "Great. I'm gonna use this picture." I showed her my phone.

She smiled. "I love that one."

"Me too."

I went on Instagram and started writing the caption.

Hey everyone! So I've been keeping secret from you guys for a little while... you guys saw Averly in Tuesday's video, but we just called her our neighbor. At the time she was, but now I am very proud to say that she is my amazing girlfriend! She makes me incredibly happy and I couldn't ask for anyone better <3 @averlyy.dixonn

When I posted it, the comments flooded. Most of them were positive, but there were a few that were negative. I tried to overlook those, though. I mainly focused on the comments from my friends.

@rickydillon: OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE??? YOU BOTH HAVE TO BE ON MY CHANNEL

@jamescharles: Do I have to stop calling you daddy now?

@camdol: Why did I not know about this?

@graysondolan: Guys stop they aren't cute they're annoying

@averlyy.dixonn: I can share with you ;) @jamescharles

@averlyy.dixonn: you're the best<3

I laughed at most of them, then wrapped my arms around Averly and pushed her down on the couch so I was laying down mostly on top of her. "You're the best thing that's happened to me in a while, you know that?" I asked.

She laughed and kissed my cheek. "You're the best thing that's happened to me ever."

I was kind of honored, but also kind of scared. That was a lot of pressure on me and I didn't want to screw it up.

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monsta-sextories · 7 years

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Poolside- 2

Son Hyunwoo

word count: 2285

🎧 Hunger- Sam Sure

The small guest house fit a small bedroom, a shared living room and kitchen area, and a bathroom. It had been your place to hide when you were young enough to get away with it. Before it became a “childish cry for attention.”

In all honesty, it was the only place with one set of keys and you had stolen them long ago. You saw it as a safe place- quiet and personal. A place for you to tack up your drawings, walk around naked, and make messes. When you finally dug out the key, you walked in half expecting it to look as if someone had just cleaned and straightened up. Sights you were used to seeing. But upon unlocking the door, you found it untouched.

Maybe you would have smiled, maybe you would have danced. But you weren’t that person anymore. You were refined, cultured, and sophisticated. So you closed the door and let yourself wander slowly around the room of memories. Childhood innocence of staying up late, painting without brushes, and sneaking off with liters of soda to last you the night. You stifled a laugh remembering your smaller self. Someone who was creative, and bold, and fearless… and happy.

You sighed as you ripped down the large squares of aged paper. You kicked around the pillows thrown on the ground and cringed at the sight of old chip bags. It was far from livable now you thought. But at least it was quiet and far enough from eavesdroppers to make a quick call.

“Daddy,” you said placing your phone to your ear, “I just had a great idea.”

...

After a few days of sending your usual housekeepers in to clean out the old, you called in an electrician to make any repairs to the lights and other fixtures. You had a plumber take a look at the shower that seemed weak in water pressure, and you had new bedding delivered as well as any other odds and ends you could imagine a human being needing for daily life. Most importantly, you made sure Hyunwoo was nowhere to be seen. For now.

“Miss,” you heard a familiar voice from behind you. It was Betsy, much older than the last time you had both been in this small house. She looked just as skeptical as always, but she was holding a large box full of what looked like trash.

“Are you sure you want to throw out all these beautiful drawings?” she asked. You smiled knowing full well they were far from beautiful, but Betsy had always encouraged you to make things. She seemed to always have the magic touch that could help transform whatever you were trying to create into gold. You were always so jealous of the easy way she could come up behind you and show you just how to hold a brush or how to turn a disaster of a dish into something edible. She was the greatest teacher you had ever had, and if you remembered correctly, she was around your age now when she first stepped foot in this house. At the time, you were so young you only saw her as someone to distract. A friend.

Looking at her now, aged with hair cut short, crow’s feet starting to form and maybe a few grays- you remembered she was more than a friend, or a cook, or even the occasional babysitter. A wife, a mother, and a roll model.

“Do you remember when I would lock myself in here. Every night. My mom would send you to bring me dinner because she thought it was just part of some rebellious pre-teen phase.”

Betsy hid a small twitch of a smile. The knowing smile that you assumed she gave her own children.

“Yes, miss. I remember bringing you a new dish every night, until I found the real key to your heart,” Betsy said with a look of disappointment. You laughed and saw her smile with endearment.

“You were so fun back then, you know,” you say to her as you comb a hand through her short bob. She nods.

“I was the only one you ever let in,” Betsy says. It’s true in more ways than one. You had taken a liking to Betsy early on. She was the youngest woman around the house, and she was beautiful but not in the way your father liked. She was happy, and energetic. She was sweet and humble…

“Anyway’s” you said looking at the box in her arms, “it’s time to start over. Someone else will be living here, so this will have to find a new home.”

She looked at you for a second wondering and then as if she could read your mind went flat. “Someone else. I see. Son Hyunwoo is a simple man, miss,” she says as she adjusts the box in her arms, “a good man,” she adds.

You see her eyes downcast, maybe a little saddened. She sighs, “I’m sure he would have found your drawings lovely,” she says quietly and turns to go.

You can’t help but hear what she’s really saying. Son Hyunwoo would have liked the old you.

You look around and wonder If he’ll accept this elaborate offering. You know better than to be too certain, but you also believe that if you stretch the truth a bit you’ll get your way. You’ll just have to tell him your father insisted. That this is his idea, not yours. Then he’ll have no choice.

...

You wait for Hyunwoo early the next day before the time you asked him to come in. When he answered the phone you almost forgot how deep his voice was and the grogginess you heard on the other end almost gave you chills. Part of you felt bad for calling him so last minute after insisting he take these last few days off, but the excitement you had wouldn’t wait another day and everything was ready.

You sat out on the front steps of the house resting against a tall column as you waited for his dusty old truck to sail up the long driveway. For some reason you were feeling nervous underneath all this excitement and you weren’t sure why. You had to fight the urge to bite your nails, a nasty habit your mother had warned you about when you were younger.

When you finally saw him approach the front gates you felt all the confidence you had worked up leave your body. You considered maybe having Betsy or anyone else do it for you instead. The front gates opened slowly allowing him to continue on up to the front of the house to his usual parking place.

Your feet seemed to move faster than your mind, even with the fear of being rejected.

“Hyunwoo,” you call out as you see him climb out of the driver’s side of his truck. You wonder if that’s just for work or his usual way of transportation. He watches you approach him, a little sleepy looking as he walks around to the truck bed where his supplies are. “Before you get into all that, come take a walk with me quickly.”

“I’m sorry, I really have to get started, I’ve lost so much time being away these last-

“This will only take a minute,” you reassure.

He nods as he struggles to look away from his truck bed and then follows after you.

You lead him through the house knowing it will take less time then walking all the way around the perimeter. You notice how he looks interested in the things you pass by- photos, paintings, glass, and ugly expensive rugs, but he does so without comment. You take him out the east kitchen doors, catching a glimpse of Betsy chopping vegetables, to the pool and make a turn contrary to the usual direction straight off the patio. The small house is kept just far enough away for privacy and is visible from the pool and the backside of the house only.

“What do you think of it?” you ask from a distance.

He looks at you confused. “I suppose you could plant a few tiger lilies and lay some-“

“Not to work on,” you interrupt, “to live in.”

His expression is still blank an unreadable even as he looks back and forth between you and the house.

“Aside from a few cleaners and Betsy, you spend the most time here and do the most work. This is more practical don’t you think?”

Silence.

“You can stay here for the rest of the summer. You and Betsy can make arrangements about food if you’d like. If you need anything you can just ask…”

His mouth moves to speak and then stops, making you uncomfortable and dare you say it, embarrassed.

“It was my fathers idea,” you lie, “and it might not seem like it but he can be very sensitive, so I suggest you accept.””

“I- I cant- you already pay me more than-“ he starts to protest with soft eyes.

“The labor you do is more than enough,” you say sternly and hand him the keys. He hesitantly reaches out for them. “Have a look around and let me know by the end of the day.”

You can feel your skin slightly hotter than usual, so you try to avoid the mistake of taking a second glance at him. You can see his eyebrows starting to furrow as he looks down at the keys in his hand and the house waiting for him a few yards away. He’s probably genuinely afraid he won’t be able to repay you in enough work and is placing added pressure on himself for no reason, you think.

“Also,” you cut in before making your way to leave, “I’d like to offer you some advice that might make your life a lot easier in the future. When someone does you a favor or gives you a gift, you owe them nothing more than a thank you.”

On that note you turn and head straight for the house wondering when you adopted that immature pridefullness of your father. Even after you walk into the air conditioned dining room you can still feel the blush baked into your cheeks.

...

“I don’t know what you’re up to, Miss. But that boy in there is a real sweetheart,” Betsy says as she pours you a glass of iced tea next to the pool. The sun has gone away and it is now an hour or so past sunset.

The light is on in the guest house and every so often you can see the shape of Hyunwoo moving around behind the windows. By the end of the day he had brought inside the guest house only a backpack, but it was enough to solidify the proposal.

It’s not that you were necessarily up to something, but you liked being able to keep an eye on things that could hold your interest. You liked the idea of having Hyunwoo close by if only just to look at, which you hoped wouldn’t be the case.

“Betsy,” you sigh hanging off the pool ledge, “I don’t think you’ll understand this time around. I don’t understand it myself yet.”

She looks down at you from the side of the pool a few inches away from your elbow as you hold yourself above the water. Your head comes to rest on forearm as you poke at her ankle.

“There’s something calming about him, isn’t there? He isn’t shallow or hot-headed, or deceitful.”

Betsy quirks a smile and leans down to place the glass of iced tea in front of you.

“Miss,” she half-whispers even though no one’s close enough to hear the two of you, “do you have a crush on Son Hyunwoo?”

You glare at her for a split second before splashing some water up causing her to gasp. You laugh at her reaction and then do it again, earning you a string of squeals and half-hearted threats as she retreats.

“You brat!” she calls from a safe distance away over your laughs.

“Goodnight Betsy!” you call after with a smile that spreads from ear to ear. You push yourself back to lie flat against the water. This time, instead of the hot noon sun you’re greeted with a black sky and a littler of stars.

A crush.

You consider it for a brief second, reminding yourself you’ve never had a crush before. You’ve never really found interest in boys like that. Physically, financially, or politically maybe but never in a way to cause your emotions to go haywire and think irrationally. You’ve read books and seen movies but you’ve never experienced the feelings firsthand.

You kick your feet a few times before gliding on over to the pool steps. You reach for a towel and wrap it around yourself quickly, reacting to the slight chill of the night air. You take one last look in the direction of the guest house and see Hyunwoo through the window just in time to remove the shirt he’s been wearing.

You feel yourself stutter for a moment, temporarily entranced by his physique like usual. But then you see his hands reach down for his belt buckle to undo it. At that moment something jolts you to remove your gaze and you feel a heat run through your body as you take quick steps up to the patio. For some reason your heart beat seems to pound as you try to compose yourself and keep your dirty fantasies at bay.

A crush, you think to yourself again as you pull the patio doors shut. Isn’t that something.

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Working Together

Finn Balor/Reader/Seth Rollins- The boys help reader build a table from IKEA and now she really wants to thank them for their help. Warnings: a slight daddy kink like always, spanking.

Tagging: @fioportella @ridingmoxley @alexispoo @alexahood21 @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @ambrosegirlforever @kinkymaminicole @hardcorewwetrash (thought you guys might want to read this maybe?)

I love shopping for furniture but I hate putting it all together. I had gotten a table from IKEA and now its sitting on my dining room floor reminding me of how lazy I really am. I just moved to Orlando to be closer to everyone in the WWE and I really didn’t have time to put together a table. I groaned at the thought of me messing the table up but went ahead and started opening the box.

I ran into some problems immediately. First the table part itself is longer than me so I couldn’t even begin to work on that and second who owns a screwdriver anymore. After a few minutes I decided I was done and I was now laying on my dining room floor eating ice cream.

A knock on the door startled me, “COME IN ITS UNLOCKED.” I screamed hoping that the person on the other side heard me. I turned my head to see Finn smiling at me, “Hey.” I waved my spoon at him making him chuckle. I tilted my head more to see Seth standing behind him, “Hi sethie poo.” I giggle when I heard Seth mumble something about how stupid that nickname was.

“What are you doing?” Finn asked as he walked towards me. I didn’t bother moving from the floor even as Finn stepped over me to look at the pieces of the table.

I took a bite of ice-cream before I spoke, “I was building a table but I decided I didn’t want to do it anymore because the top is longer than I am.” I huffed into the ice-cream feeling a little bit of defeated.

“Well you could of ask me or him and we could of helped you.” Seth was pointing at Finn who was nodding his head in agreement. I looked up at the two of them and smiled.

“Alright well I’ll get up off the floor so you guys can start.” I got up on my knees and slowly stood up. “You need a screwdriver though.”

“Good thing we are neighbors.” Finn said as he walked to the door, “Need anything else?” Finn opened the door and looked back to see us shaking our heads.

As the door shut Seth sat on the floor and started reading the instructions,”I probably don’t even need this.” Seth threw the instructions behind him making me walk over to them and pick them up, “I can do this by myself. I’m Seth freaking Rollins.”

I rolled my eyes at his comment and threw the instructions in his lap, “Use them Seth freaking Rollins.” Seth looked up at me as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I don’t want to be eating dinner and the table fall on me.” Seth groaned but started to read them.

As Seth was finishing the instructions, Finn walked back in with a screwdriver, “I don’t know why but I have one.” Finn wiggled the screwdriver around.

The boys started making the table making me smile at their teamwork. I took a photo of them working together and posted it to Instagram. I smiled at the caption “My boys working together. #proud”. Finn’s phone went off and he grabbed it smiling at my picture. He leaned over showing Seth who made a comment about “my boys”.

A few minutes had passed and all that had been accomplished was that Finn’s shirt was off. I internally moaned as I saw all his muscle ripple when him and Seth leaned the top of the table against the wall. Seth turned and saw me staring at his friend’s body.

Seth smirked at me and slapped Finn’s ass, “Way to go man. This table weighs a ton.” Finn said something in agreement while Seth smirked at me as I stuck my tongue out at him. The boys started to screw the legs into the top but not before Seth also took his shirt off.

I groaned while jumping off the counter and walked towards the fridge, “They are going to be the death of me.” I mumbled to myself as I reached for a bottle of water. As I stood up I heard the two men laughing at something. I walked around the corner to see Seth wiping away tears from his eyes, “Was is that funny?” I asked skeptically.

Finn picked up a screw pointing it at me, “This isn’t the only thing I can screw.” The words barely making it out of his mouth as he erupted into laughter again. I slapped my forehead but groaned at the mental imagine.

“Can you guys just finish.” I said as I went and sat on the floor across from them. While sitting there multiple imagines came to my mind such as Finn fucking me on the table once it got up and Seth’s mouth gently biting at my breast. I groaned and threw my head back onto the wall. I winced at how hard my head hit it.

Finn looked over at me as I massaged the back of my head, “You okay love?” I nodded my head while Finn went back to finishing the table.

I got up and went to my bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. I took my leggings off and grabbed shorts to put on. I pulled them up and started to pull off my shirt when I heard Seth yell my name, “One sec.” I yelled back as I grabbed my bagging shirt while walking out the door. As I turned the corner I had my arms through the shirt and was just pulling it down my chest, “Whats up?” I asked as I saw both Finn and Seth’s eyes widen.

Finn looked at Seth before Seth remembered why he called me in there, “Oh I was going to say that the table was done if you wanted to come look at it. We even followed the instructions even though we could of done it without it.” Seth smiled as he looked at the table. I would of looked at the table but instead my eyes were glued to the two shirtless sweaty men in front of me who’s bodies were glistening under my dining room lights.

“Y/N. I know, we are shaped like master pieces, but what about the table?” Finn asked as I felt my face get hot as I blushed. I slowly walked up to the table and looked at in shock. They had actually done it. I didn’t really doubt them I just assumed they would be here for a lot longer. “So how is it?” Finn asked as he walked behind me and put his hands on my shoulders.

I turned and threw my arms around his waist hugging him, “Oh its perfect thank you thank you.” I stood up on my tippy toes and pecked Finn’s cheek. I saw him smirk at me as I ducked under his arms and ran into Seth’s arms. I squealed as I he picked me up and put my legs around his waist, “Thanks sethie poo.” Seth rolled his eyes and sat me on the table. As I sat there, Seth stood between my legs and glanced down at them. I felt that my shorts had rolled up and were showing a lot of thigh. I went to pull them down put Seth placed his hand over mine.

“They look fine there. Nothing wrong with showing a little bit more skin.” Seth traced his fingers down my thigh to my knee. I bit my lip to hold back a moan. Seth saw this and used his thumb to push at my bottom lip, “Don’t hold it in. I want to hear it.” Seth rubbed his hands up my inner thigh and before he could get to where I wanted, he pulled his hands away. I whined and dropped my forehead to his chest.

I heard Finn chuckle behind me, “Whats the matter love? Your boys turning you on?” Finn asked as he came and stood beside Seth.

I sat up looking at Finn. I went to answer him but his hand squeezed my upper left thigh making me sigh. Seth leaned over towards Finn, “I think we are.” I groaned and ran my hand up Seth’s abs scaring him a little, “Give a man a warning sweetheart.” Seth placed one of his hands over mine as I ran it back down his body.

“Want to thank you for making my table.” I said as I brought Finn’s hand to the side of my face. I leaned into his hand sighing, “Please?” Finn smiled at me and bent down placing his lips to mine. I turned my upper body towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned when I felt Seth kiss my neck. I brought one of my hands to the back of Seth’s head as he bit onto my neck lightly, “Mhm wait I’m not risking this table breaking.” I stood up and was pinned between Seth and the table.

Seth looked down at me smirking, “You don't think the table can handle it?” I gasped and pushed past him towards the bedroom. I squeal as Finn ran in front of me picking me off the ground and onto his shoulder. Finn giggled as I yelled for him to put me down. As we walked into my bedroom door, Finn slapped my ass playfully making me whine, “Its okay baby we have you.” Seth pulled my upper body up as Finn was walking and placed a quick peck on my forehead.

I let out a huff when Finn gently threw me on the bed. I looked at the two men in front of me and bit my lip, “I’ve never really done this before. I mean I’ve done it but like you know not with two guys. Have you guys-” Finn raised his finger at me making me hold my tongue.

“Hey no need to worry princess. We got you covered.” Seth said as he put one of his knees on the bed. I glanced up at his body and slowly moved closer to the end of the bed. “Can we take this off?” Seth asked as he grabbed at the bottom of my shirt. I sheepishly nodded my head while I pulled my shirt off. I grinned when I heard Finn moan my name.

I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I looked down at my breast before raising my head to see both men biting their lips. I boldly reached out my hand placing it on Finn’s growing bulge. Finn groaned while pressing forward into my hand, “You want this princess?” I looked up at Finn nodding. I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hand into his shorts. Finn and I both moaned at contact. I heard shuffling beside me and looked to see Seth standing beside me in his briefs. Finn grabbed my chin making me look up at him, “You want a taste of him? Think you can be a good girl and suck his dick?” I groaned at Finn’s words but shuffled off the bed onto my knees.

I tightened my grip on Finn’s dick just as Seth brought his hand to the back of my head, gently pushing me towards him. I brought the tip of his dick to my lips looking up at him while I lightly sucked it, “Baby please don’t tease me.” I pulled back smiling up at him, “You won't tease me?” I asked innocently while I picked up my speed on Finn.

“I promise love.” Finn said with a low growl as I started to randomly increase and decrease my speed. “Just pick a speed for the love of god.”

I giggled and turned back towards Seth. I gasped as Seth ran his fingers into my hair and tugged my head up to look at him, “Oh you think thats funny. Finn you think we should do something about that?” Seth hit Finn’s arm to catch his attention.

I gulped while turning to look at Finn. I whimpered as he pulled my hand off of him, pushing it to my side, “I don't see why not. You want a little punishment love?” Finn asked as he pushed his pants and briefs down to the floor. I shifted a little to be able to see both of them, and whined when I felt how wet I was. All I wanted was for the two of them to fuck me but if punishment is what they wanted, than I was more than happy to oblige, “Get up back on the bed. Lay on you back and spread those pretty legs.” Finn’s command pulled me from my thoughts as I stood on shaky legs and crawled back onto the bed. The two men gave a low whistle as my shorts hugged my ass. I felt a hard slap to my ass, making my movement stutter and a low whine escape from me, “Oh.” Finn chuckled as his slapped my ass again. I felt my core clench at the contact and laid my upper body on the bed leaving my ass in the air.

“Please.” I whispered as I heard Seth and Finn whisper something to each other. I was sure none of them heard me, but Seth grabbed my ankle gently while him and Finn kept talking.

“Speak up.” Seth said as he trailed his hand up my calf to my thigh before pulling back and gently swatting it.

I hissed at the sting it left, but craved more, “Please. Ple-ease, just anything please.” My breathless pleas were the only sound in the room but soon another smacked echoed. “Fuck yes.”

“You like that babe?” Finn asked as he came up beside me running his hand from the bottom of my spine to the top causing a shiver to run through me. “Want us to keep going?” Finn grabbed the top of my shorts slowly inching them down.

I moaned into the pillow on my bed as I felt the cool air hit my soaked core, “Anything.” I let out a whimper as I felt Seth plunge two of his thick fingers into my entrance, “OH FUCK.” I wrapped my hand around Finn’s wrist that was right beside me. I heard Seth chuckle and start to slowly open me. I whined as he deliberately teased me. “You pro-omised.” I said as I turned to look at Finn.

“We aren’t teasing you. Not yet.” I could practically hear Seth’s smirk as he spoke. I groaned and started to push back onto his fingers. “Oh being resourceful. Couldn’t get what you wanted so now you have to do it yourself. Why don’t you let me do it or do you just want to finish yourself?” I immediately stopped moving while yelling at Seth to keep going. I clenched around him causing him to chuckle, “Alright Alright, I’ll keep going. Finn she is so tight”

“I’m sure she is. Let me come feel.” Finn moved from beside me to Seth. I felt Finn slowly run his hands on my ass before swatting it.

“Finn- OH fu-uck.” I was cut off as I felt one of Finn’s fingers slid in next to Seth’s fingers causing me to whine. “Please don’t stop I’m right there.” I reached my arms out and gripped onto the bedsheets as my orgasm started to build.

“God, love you are so fucking tight. Can’t wait until I’m buried deep in you.” Finn said as I clenched around their fingers. I moaned as I felt a finger rub small circles onto my clit. “You going to cum all over these fingers? You like that two guys are opening you up?” I started to breathe heavy as I got closer and closer to my edge. “Relax for a moment.” Finn said as he ran his other hand over my spine. I followed what he said, but gasped as I felt another one of his fingers enter me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly started to push back towards them. “’M so close. Damn I’m going to cum o-oh please.” I dug my fingers into the bed as Seth picked speed on my clit. I groaned when Finn bent down over my body and bit onto my shoulder. I pushed my head up, rolling my eyes back as my orgasm crashed through me. It was probably the best orgasm I had ever had. I let out a low growl as Seth and Finn’s fingers kept going moving at the same speed working my orgasm for all it had.

“Come on babe. You can do it one more time right?” Seth asked as he removed his fingers allowing Finn to replace him. I whined at the emptiness as I felt Seth lay under my body. I was confused for a quick second, but soon a whorish moan left my mouth as Seth pulled my lower body down, brining my clit to his mouth. I heard Finn moan at the sight and looked back to see both men hard.

As Seth sucked hard on my clit, I reached my one arm out and ran my hand over his abs. I smiled as I felt them contract under my touch. My legs started to tremble as another orgasm approached. Finn growled as he felt me clench around him, “Cum again. You can do it.” I groaned at the vulgar sounds that echoed in the room and pushed down more on Seth’s face. A low, long moan left my lips when Finn slapped my ass making me cum again. “There you go love. Cum all over these fingers.”

“Fu-uck Seth feels so good. Finn please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but the sensation caused from both of these men was causing my toes to curl and my eyes flutter shut. As Finn pulled his fingers out, Seth moved from underneath me. I turned to lay on my back and saw something out of the corner of my eye that made my jaw hang open.

As I fell to my back, Finn brought two of his fingers to his mouth, savoring the taste, “Want a taste?” Finn sarcastically asked Seth. Seth grabbed Finn’s wrist, brining the other two of Finn’s fingers to his mouth and lightly sucked on them. Finn and I both moaned when Seth released Finn’s fingers from his mouth with a pop.

“What the hell just happened?” I asked dumbfounded. Seth just shrugged before brining his fingers to his mouth to wet them. He spit into his hand before dropping it down to his dick and tugging on it a few times. I bit my lip to hold back my moan.

“You ready for me?” Seth asked as he walked towards the bed. I bit my lip while nodding my head. “Get on your hands and knees.” I huffed as I did what I was told, “You look so good baby girl.” Seth lightly ran his hands over my now red ass as he lined his dick up with my entrance.

“Thanks Daddy.” I hoped and prayed that Seth had a daddy kink because if not it was going to get weird real quick. I figure out very quickly that he did, when he completely thrusted into me causing me to cry out. I heard Finn moan as I started breathing heavy.

“You want Daddy to fuck you hard?” Seth asked as he started a quick pace. I groaned as he bottomed out each time, hitting my g-spot perfectly. I started to feel light headed from the pleasure.

“Do it. I’m sure she likes it rough more than anything.” Finn said as he kneeled in front of me on the bed. I looked up at him as small whimpers left my mouth. I used one of my fingers to trace the vein on the underside of Finn’s dick, “Why don't you use that mouth, maybe it will make you a little bit more quiet.” Finn raised an eyebrow at me making me clench around Seth. Seth stopped his movement with a moan as I brought Finn's dick to my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks around Finn’s tip making him throw his head back with a moan. I started to take more of him into my mouth getting about half way, before Seth pulled completely out and drive back into me making me slide down completely on Finn.

I choked around Finn’s dick making both Finn and Seth moan. Every time I would pull back, Seth’s thrust would push me back onto Finn’s dick. I moaned around Finn making him grab the back of my head and keeping my head still as he started to facefuck me. I looked up at Finn with tears falling down my cheeks from choking.

I grunted when I felt Seth run his thumb over my puckered hole. I’ve never done anal and stalled my movements for a second, “relax baby. No-ot going to do anything, Fuck.” Seth’s words started to stutter as I clenched around him as my orgasm started to build.

I pulled off of Finn for a second, “Please?” I asked as I looked back at Seth. He smirked at me and copied his movement from before. I bit my lip when Seth brought his thumb to where his dick was buried in me. He coated his thumb with my juices before slowly sliding it into my ass. I gasped at the feeling and turned back to Finn’s dick. I looked up at Finn to see him staring at Seth’s movement. I used one of my hands to start rubbing rough circles on my clit. The new sensation that Seth was creating, made my legs shake. I threw my head back as I felt my orgasm run through me. I arched my back, allowing Seth’s finger to go further. I cried out but Finn silenced my cries with a passionate kiss. I clenched hard around Seth making him moan my name as he pulled out and came on my thighs. I hissed at the warmness and the empty feeling I was left with.

“Holy shit babe.” Seth grabbed my arms pulling me flush against his chest. I looked forward at Finn who was running his hand down his chest to his dick. He groaned as he wrapped his hand around it and slowly stroke it, “Why don't you give her something she wants.” Seth said as he brought his lips to the side of my neck. A shiver ran through me as Finn leaned forward to gently bite at my right breast. Seth grabbed my other one pinching my nipple and making me arch towards Finn's mouth. Finn wrapped his lips around my nipple gently sucking it.

I rolled my head back onto Seth’s shoulder with a moan. “Fiiiiinnnn.” I dragged out Finn’s name with a whine hoping he would catch on. I heard Finn chuckle as he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto of him. I straddle Finn’s hips and slowly sank down onto him. A faint gasp fell from my lips as Finn stretched me further than Seth did. I rolled my hips forward grinding down on Finn.

Finn bit his lip while he dropped his head onto the bed, “Hell you feel amazing. Better than I expected.” I moaned at his words and quickened my pace. Seth brought his hands to my hips to direct me. I placed my hands on Finn’s chest as I slowly raised up and sank back down on him. Seth pulled one of his hands back and slapped my ass making me whine.

Finn pushed Seth’s hand away while he gripped my hips. Finn pushed me down on him as he started to fuck into me hard, “Finn god damn. Please don't stop.” I smirked when Seth brought his fingers to my clit rubbing it gently.

“You want to cum all over his dick? Want him to cum inside of you, filling you up?” Seth whispered into my ear making me bit my lip. “Finn does she feel good? She clench around you hard?” Finn grunted at Seth as he sat up, pulling me against him but leaving enough room for Seth’s hand. I gasped when Finn started moving faster and I brought my hand to Seth’s pushing on it to make more pressure.

“’M so close oh do-ont stop fu-” My words were cut off as my orgasm surprised me. I moaned out Finn's name as I felt warmth spread through my body. Seth slowed his hand as I continued to clench around Finn. I brought my lips to Finn’s neck and bit into it making him groan my name as he came. Finn thrust into me as he filled me. I groaned at the sensation and sank down completely on him. Seth removed his hand and moved further up on the bed to sit.

Finn looked at me and placed a quick kiss on my lips, “Your welcome.” I tilted my head in confusion. “The table.”

“Ohhh yeah.” I said as I raised up off of Finn and laid on the bed next to Seth’s leg. “Yeah your welcome as well.” I smirked as I ran my hand down my body to my sore pussy and dipped two fingers in to collect some of Finn and I’s cum. I pulled my fingers out and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around my digits and sucked everything off of them. I smiled when I heard Seth groan. “Hey Seth you remember when you said you didn't think the table could handle this?” I asked Seth as Finn moved closer to me.

“Yeah. Why babe?” Seth looked at me confused before I climbed into his lap.

“I have a fun idea.” I whispered as I climbed off of him and walked towards the dining room. I smiled when I heard the two men rush out the bedroom door.

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