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deunmiu-dessie · 9 months ago

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₈˖₅ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : unedited, plot, alien/human, fluff, nim'xen is a simp, he falls first and then falls harder. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : no smut, but! a cute little unfinished one-shot of mine.

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: on the way home from the store, the unthinkable happens.

꒰male!alien ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

“Breaking News: Massive Asteroid Comes Dangerously Close to Earth, Scientists Unaware Until Hours Later.

In a stunning turn of events, a colossal asteroid, previously known as ZTFoDxQ but now identified as Asteroid QG, narrowly missed colliding with Earth. The planet-sized asteroid made its closest-known approach to our planet on Sunday at 12:08 a.m. EDT, coming within a mere 1,830 miles. This remarkable event marks the closest asteroid flyby ever recorded, where the celestial object managed to survive the encounter unscathed, as confirmed by NASA.

However, the surprises didn't end there. Just this afternoon at 1:00 p.m., reports have emerged that a fragment of the asteroid has broken off and penetrated Earth's atmosphere. The exact location of impact is currently being evacuated as a precautionary measure.

Scientists are scrambling to analyze the data and understand how such a massive asteroid managed to come so close to Earth without being detected until hours later. The lack of awareness has raised concerns about the effectiveness of current asteroid detection systems and the potential risks posed by near-Earth objects.

NASA and other space agencies around the world are now working to improve their monitoring and detection capabilities to prevent similar surprises in the future. The incident has also sparked discussions about the need for increased funding and resources for asteroid detection and deflection efforts.

As the world watches in awe and relief at the near miss, the incident serves as a stark reminder of the potential dangers lurking in space and the importance of continued vigilance in monitoring the skies for potential threats. Stay tuned for further updates on this developing story.”

3 months later

“Can you do me a favor, sweetheart?”

Interrupting your peeling, you raised your eyes from the bowl of potatoes, freezing the peeler in your hand. You cast a frustrated glance at her, your annoyance thinly veiled behind a strained smile. You were already handling most of the cooking for the evening, so what more could she want from you?

Interpreting your insincere smile as a signal of agreement, she resumed her task of tending to the bubbling broth on the stove, deftly chopping the carrots and watching them plunge into the savory liquid with a satisfying plop. "Your sister's going on a trip tomorrow and I totally spaced on getting her food. She likes turkey right? I'll just throw together a sandwich for her."

A soft snicker escaped you as the peeler slipped from your hand and plunged into the water-filled bowl. You shifted your attention towards her, trying to decipher if she was genuinely serious or not. Yet, as you locked eyes with her, she responded with an arched eyebrow and an inquisitive grin.

"Jess has a poultry allergy, Mom."

The woman paused briefly, inhaling deeply to gather her thoughts. As she glanced up at you, she shifted her hip to the side. Her apologetic expression seemed somewhat contrived. "Of course, I should have remembered. I'm sorry, honey."

It was understandable that the woman might eventually forget. She wasn't the one who hurriedly took Jess to the hospital when she had her first experience with it, she wasn't the one who remained by the girl's side day and night, eagerly waiting for her to regain consciousness. But you were. You were Jess's first in everything. You had always been there for her, so it's only natural that the bond between the two of you grew strong. You knew all about her allergies, her preferences, her school crushes— you felt like more of a mother to her than her biological one.

"Whatever. I'll pack her lunch."

You swivel the chair and slide off of it. "The blue card, right?" As she nods her head absentmindedly, almost as if she's in a daze, you leave the kitchen with a frown etched on your face.

Snatching your keys from the hook, you hastily slide into your gym shoes, relieved that you hadn't bothered changing your clothes. You stand at the bottom of the stairs and shift your weight. "Jess! I'm going to the store, do you want anything?!" You delve into your mom's purse, sifting through the chaotic contents until you locate her wallet and retrieve the blue card food stamp card.

After a brief silence, her bedroom door swings open and she rushes towards the railing, a bright smile on her face. " Ice cream? Shark week came and I've been really craving strawberry ice cream." You give a nod and quickly retrieve your jacket from the closet. "Do you need any money for the trip tomorrow? I can take some out on my way back."

The young girl shakes her head, her eyes filled with adoration. You raise an eyebrow but still nod in understanding. Retrieving your phone from your pocket, you give it a gentle shake. "Text me if you need anything, but be quick about it." Without waiting for her response, you swiftly unlock the door and make your way onto the porch.

The sky is adorned with a delicate blend of pink and deep purple, gradually blending into the mysterious darkness of the night. A gentle breeze carries a subtle chill, but you embrace it without a word, wrapping your jacket tightly around your being. Swiftly, you navigate towards your vehicle, unlocking the door and sinking into the plush leather seat. A faint hint of smoke dances in the air, causing your nose to crinkle in response. Without hesitation, you lower the window, letting it air out.

As the smell dissipates you roll up the window and rub your hands together from the cold.

With a flick of a switch, the heat begins to flow, gradually filling the space and caressing your cheeks with a gentle warmth. The jacket you wear, once a shield against the chill, now threatens to make you feel almost too warm. With a contented smile, you leave the driveway behind and glide swiftly down the street, embraced by the cozy ambiance within.

As you embark on the drive, the radio remains silent, allowing your thoughts to drift away. Your thumb dances lightly on the steering wheel, lost in a world of its own. Deep down, you had already made up your mind to have Jess by your side once you left. There was no way your parents could take care of her, especially with what you've heard today.

Your job was well-paying and you had saved up to rent and secure a two-bedroom apartment at an astonishingly reasonable cost, despite its pristine condition. Nestled within a delightful community, the apartment stood conveniently close to Jess' school. Naturally, obtaining their consent would be imperative, yet even if they were to resist, you would unhesitatingly embark on a legal journey to assert your rights. Yet even if they were to resist, you would unhesitatingly them to court.

You wanted a better life for Jess, you wanted the rest of her remaining years of growth to unfold effortlessly. Your affection for her was so profound that witnessing her spiral, just as you had, while residing with your parents was simply inconceivable.

Startled by a gentle tap on your window, you were momentarily transported from the reverie you had been lost in while sitting in the Kroger's parking lot. Your mind had been wandering, lost in a sea of thoughts. With your heart pounding in your chest, you slowly shifted your gaze towards the source of the sound and cautiously opened the window, allowing a sliver of the outside world to seep in.

She was an elderly lady, much older than you, with a look of homelessness about her. Her shirt was stained and torn, her jeans in tatters, and her face covered in grime. You hesitated for a moment before offering her a warm smile and rolling down your window just a tad further.

"Hi, do you need something?"

As her murmurs dance in disarray, fragments of words manage to intertwine, and in a fleeting moment, a shiver cascades down your spine. " You're. . . Die. . . Tonight."

Her expression is vacant, her gaze distant, and the fidgety way she picks at her cuticles hints at her unease. Even though you feel a sense of discomfort, a strong urge to leave the parking lot doesn't overcome you. Instead, you reach into the glove compartment, retrieve a crumpled $20 bill, and gently pass it through the window.

You recoil in shock as she snatches it out of your hand, making sure to quickly wobble off. With your heart racing, you roll up the window and sink into the headrest, trying to soothe your jangled nerves. What the hell was that about? The only conclusion you can draw is that she must be a deranged old woman.

After finally catching your breath, you unlock your car door and slide out, card in hand. Gently inserting the blue plastic into the slot at the back of your phone case, you carefully place it in your pocket. The night had fallen, and you were eager to return to the comfort of your home.

You took a cart from the parking lot racks and pushed it inside, feeling the chill of the air as you entered the store. "Hmm, what should I pick up for Jess?"

—

"Jess! Mom! I'm home!" You set the bags onto the dining room table and wait there with a cocked hip. Within moments, Jess emerges from her room and descends the stairs in a flurry. A gentle smile adorns your face as you present the tub of delectable ice cream, relishing in the delightful sound of her joyful squeal.

"Ah! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" With a grateful smile, she plants a sweet kiss on your cheek and pulls you into a warm embrace. She then heads to the kitchen, excitedly searching through the drawer for a spoon. Your mother, already present in the kitchen, peeks out from behind the corner.

You notice her face contorting into a slight frown paired with a gentle smile. You recognize that look instantly, so you grab the car keys and smoothly slide the card off the table. Her eyes soften with regret as she passes you a tiny list. "It's just a few things, the ingredients for Jakiya's birthday cake that slipped my mind. Do you mind picking them up?"

You raised an eyebrow, lips pursed. "I don't necessarily have a choice, mom." Your mom huffed and rolled her eyes. "It's a simple yes or no question, don't be difficult." Despite your strained relationship with your mom, you made an effort to avoid arguments when Jess was present.

Speaking of which, Jess had stopped rummaging in the drawer, body strung tight like a bow. Your gaze softened as you released a weary, deep sigh. You were completely fed up with your parents' nonsense, but Jess shouldn't have to witness the constant fighting between the three of you.

With a gentle nibble on the tender flesh of your cheek, you gracefully acknowledged your mother's request, enveloping yourself in the comforting embrace of your jacket. "Sure mom, what do you need?"

A smile of gratitude adorned her face as she pushed a small list towards you. You grinned wryly as you snatched it, then swiftly headed towards the door. The sun had long set, plunging the world into darkness. The street lights flickered weakly, barely illuminating the empty streets.

Jess gazes at you as you prepare to depart, smiling guiltily. With a playful roll of your eyes, you silently express your affection, mouthing the words 'I love you' and blowing a tender kiss in her direction. Her nose scrunches up adorably, but her face lights up with a radiant smile as she reciprocates the gesture. As you steal a glance to the side, you catch sight of your mother observing the exchange, her eyes filled with a bittersweet longing.

"Text me if there's something else, I'm not going back out later." The words were directed towards Jess, but she dismissed them with a wave of her hand and reached for a large spoon from the drawer. Stepping outside, you were greeted by the refreshing embrace of the cool, crisp air, causing you to release a frustrated sigh. The sound of your keys jingled as you retrieved them from your pocket, pressing a button to unlock the car doors. With a swift motion, you hopped into the front seat and firmly closed the door behind you.

You wait impatiently as the engine sputters before shutting off. Resting your head on the steering wheel, you attempt a few more times before surrendering. Frustrated, you hit the dashboard and recline in your seat. If you were to go inside and inform your mom that the car wouldn't start, she'd make you walk anyway.

With a sigh escaping your lips, you swing open the door and slide from the seat locking the doors behind you. Embarking on your journey towards Kroger, you find yourself humming a gentle melody, adding a touch of serenity to your brisk pace towards the supermarket. The night envelops you in a tranquil embrace, yet the houses you pass by are alive with vibrant activity. As you stroll along, your gaze wanders towards the windows, offering glimpses into the lives unfolding within.

Some families are cooking while others are at the table already eating. Happiness danced in the air, casting its enchanting spell upon every corner. Yet, as you observed this idyllic scene, a twinge of envy tugged at your heartstrings. Growing up, you yearned for such a blissful atmosphere that seemed to elude you. At the tender age of nine, your parents bestowed upon you the title of maturity, deeming you wise beyond your years. And while, yes, you possessed a certain level of wisdom, it did not equate to being capable enough to care for your baby sister.

It fell upon you to fetch Jess from daycare and ensure a safe journey back home for the two of you. It was your responsibility to prepare meals for both of you after school. The weight of raising your four-year-old sister and yourself rested solely on your shoulders, as there was no one else to do it for you. Over time, the bond between both of you and your parents had weakened. They were seldom present, and when they were, disagreements ensued. You made an effort to keep the arguments hushed whenever Jess was around. She often blamed herself for the strained relationship between you, your mom, and your dad.

As you stroll along the dimly lit street, a sudden hush falls upon your heart as the echo of footsteps reaches your ears. Time seems to stand still, and for a fleeting moment, your heart skips a beat. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, you cling to a glimmer of hope, imagining that those footsteps might belong to a passerby, innocently treading the same path as you.

They draw nearer, their footsteps quickening. You swallow your trepidation, nearly stumbling as a man's voice pierces the air. "Excuse me!" His voice resonates with a deep, thunderous timbre, sending shivers down your spine. You flinch, but press on, hastening towards the bustling street where the glow of passing cars illuminates the pavement and towering structures. Towards the sanctuary of safety.

"Hey! I'm talking to you."

You're almost there. You start to jog a little but they've closed in a bit too much. Their presence looms closer, their energy palpable. Just as panic threatens to consume you, you part your lips to release a piercing scream, only to find that silence has enveloped the air.

A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of a bush, followed by a brief, hushed cry that fades into silence. The chirping of crickets has ceased, leaving a stillness that envelops the world. With uncertainty, you glance behind you and collapse to the ground as the two men have vanished. Gazing up at the night sky, the reflection in your eyes, you offer silent gratitude to whoever intervened and saved you in that fleeting moment.

You stand up and you resume your journey, eventually arriving at the bustling street. Though your legs falter when you notice the woman from earlier sitting on a bus stop bench. The impact of the $20 becomes evident as she savors a warm, nourishing meal, and her once weary eyes seem to be less bloodshot.

A part of you hesitates to pass by her, yet you dismiss that fleeting sense of unease and march towards her. It appears that she is also cautious of your presence, as her head swiftly turns towards you—almost as if she is just as cognizant of you as you are of her. Her gaze drifts beyond your shoulder and her eyes widen, a sheer terror reflecting in them. She abandons her meal, rises with some effort, clutches onto her bag, and hastens away.

Your brows knit together and you cast a glance over your shoulder, a whirlwind of bewilderment dancing in your gaze. There is no one lingering in the shadows and the surroundings appear undisturbed. Returning your attention to her path, you discover that she has vanished into thin air. A sense of unease settles within you as you resume your journey towards the store, diligently keeping a watchful eye on the space behind you.

—

The parking lot is nearly empty when you leave the store. Alongside you, a stream of tired employees bid farewell to their workday, their footsteps echoing in harmony with your own. Amid this scene, a message from Jess illuminates your phone, informing you that dinner has already been prepared. However, a bittersweet note lingers as their parents, driven by impatience, have chosen to indulge in the meal without your presence.

The girl had put you some food up and would eat with you when you got home. You tell her that it's fine and for her to go to sleep. She responds back with the middle finger emoji. You let out a soft laugh and gently tuck your phone away, resuming your journey back home. In moments like these, you can't help but appreciate the invaluable presence of your sister. She is the unwavering support that keeps you grounded, the guiding light that helps you navigate through life's challenges. It is because of her that you find the strength to persevere, even in the face of your parents' constant demands.

Raising Jess, despite its challenges, has molded you into the person you are now. A person who is dependable, always on time, patient, and strong-willed. You possess the remarkable ability to adapt swiftly and thrive in any endeavor you undertake. If your parents hadn't entrusted you with the responsibility of raising your sister, none of these remarkable qualities would have blossomed within you. Although it may be bittersweet, raising Jess has truly been a hidden blessing, concealed in the depths of life's mysteries.

As you hurriedly make your way home, you take a shortcut and find yourself in the dimly lit parking lot of a mysterious barber shop. Instantly, a wave of regret washes over you as you stumble upon a group of men engaged in some clandestine activity. Panic sets in, and you quickly decide to retreat. However, fate has other plans for you. In your haste, you accidentally collide with a solid chest, causing you to freeze in your tracks.

When you gather the courage to look up, you are met with a sight that leaves you breathless. Standing before you is a towering figure, adorned with intricate tattoos that seem to tell stories of their own. His pierced septum and eyebrow only add to his intimidating presence, and his annoyed expression sends shivers down your spine. As his eyebrows furrow, you can't help but do a double take at his striking attractiveness.

"Watch where you're going, woman." You nod in agreement and attempt to move aside, but a member of the group lets out a disrespectful whistle. Your body tenses as you try to keep walking, only to have your wrist grabbed by another individual. "Where do you think you're going? You're such a pretty little thing."

"I just want to get home. Please, let me go." Your attempt at a stern tone falters as your voice quivers and a hiccup escapes. Laughter fills the air, causing you to shrink back as if confronting a pack of wolves. Six of them.

The mysterious figure you collided with earlier firmly grasps the man who is restraining your wrist. " I don't have all fucking night Tyler. Either give me my shit, or I'm going to blow your brains across this goddamn lot."

The atmosphere suddenly becomes hushed, as if time itself holds its breath. A distant memory resurfaces, a conversation shared with your sister, where you both playfully pondered about how you would handle such a situation. Laughter filled the air as you jokingly mentioned pepper spray and karate moves. But now, in this very moment, fear grips your heart, rendering you utterly petrified.

Tyler releases his grip on you, causing a small, trembling breath to escape your lips. "Jesus, Dom. I was just joking," he says nervously, glancing at his friends for support. A few chuckle while others remain silent.

Dom gazes at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Go. Before I change my mind." Despite the stern tone, there is a softness in his eyes that reassures you. You thank him profusely and speed walk away from the group.

The moment you thought you were making headway, the piercing screams and the thunderous gunshots shatter the night's calmness. Time seems to stand still as the world around you falls into an eerie silence once again. With a lump in your throat, you quicken your pace, feeling the weight of tears welling up in your eyes.

This couldn't possibly be the end for you. It simply couldn't. You still had a duty to care for your sister, to provide her with a better life than you ever had. You longed to shield her from your parents, but how could you do that if you were no longer alive?

As you sprint away, tightly holding onto the groceries, a gasp escapes your lips before a hand covers your mouth, guiding you into a hidden bush. The struggle feels like the most intense challenge you've ever faced. Through a tiny gap, you catch a glimpse of your groceries left behind on the pavement.

" Shh, little female."

As if by magic, a wave of calm washes over you the moment you recognize the familiar presence of 'Dom'. Tears cascade down your cheeks, and you gently rest your hands upon his, feeling the rhythmic beats of your heart resonating in your ears. As you glance through the foliage, a gasp escapes your lips upon seeing 'Tyler' once again. Yet, he appears far from human this time. His complexion is a mesmerizing shade of deep purple, and his face is adorned with four fiery red eyes and a menacing set of frothing, razor-sharp teeth.

His mouth oozes with saliva, which cascades onto the solid ground and creates a sizzling noise. It was acidic. Dom embraces you tightly, his free hand ascending. In his grasp, a peculiar gun emerges, unlike anything you have ever laid eyes upon. With precision, he positions the barrel's tip against the peephole, his finger gently caressing the trigger. As the gun powers up, a radiant orange glow illuminates its entire frame, casting an ethereal aura. The release is nearly soundless, as a beam pierces through 'Tyler's forehead.

He moves away from you, emerging from the bushes, taking your stunned body in his arms and lifting you up gently. Running his fingers through his hair, the white locks falling smoothly into place.

As your gaze meets his, your mortal eyes widen in awe. He appears changed, yet undeniably captivating in a strange, otherworldly manner. His complexion is a deep shade of grey, adorned with intricate tattoos in an unfamiliar script. Some markings are white, while others emit a haunting red glow. His hair, too, is a ghostly white, almost pulsating with life. His eyes, a cloudy white, give the impression of blindness, yet two more eyes rest just below the main set. The piercings on his nose and eyebrow remain, adding to his enigmatic allure.

You take a step back, but he gives you a piercing look that freezes you in place "What are you?" Without a word, he hesitates for a moment before taking your hand and leading you away. "Where are we going?" Your voice trembles with fear. Dom halts and releases your hand. He gestures towards the lifeless body. "Do you see that? Hundreds of those things have already touched Terra, 3 earth months ago."

You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself, trying to keep warm. The deep timber of his voice brings you back to reality. "They proliferate with astonishing speed, ceaselessly multiplying. Your planet is infested, we're only here to see if it was preventable. We were too late."

As he looks down upon you, his eyes soften, embracing the sight of your trembling figure. "Our ultimate aim is to gather a chosen few among humanity and escort you to a hospitable planet, so that you can once again repopulate."

You shake your head slowly, taking a step back, "I cannot abandon my sister here." Dom releases a fierce growl, pointing his gun towards you and firing. The beam narrowly misses you, striking another monster in the head.

"Make it quick."

In a flurry of movement, you dart into the house, the groceries slipping from your grasp and finding their place on the table in a haphazard manner. Dom follows silently, his presence masked by a cloaking device that renders him invisible to the naked eye.

Your heart races within your chest, a wild stallion galloping against the confines of its cage, as you ascend the stairs with reckless abandon, the sound of your footsteps reverberating loudly against the wooden steps. Bursting into Jess' room, a wave of relief washes over you, a grateful prayer whispered under your breath. Taking a seat on her bed, your smile quivers with a mixture of emotions.

Her expression is one of bewilderment and a touch of fear. Tenderly, you sweep a strand of hair away from her face. "Do me a favor, my sweet girl. Pack some clothes, but pack light. I'll explain on the way but do it quickly." Jess has always trusted your decisions without hesitation, and she won't begin to question them now. She swiftly jumps out of bed and retrieves a bookbag from her wardrobe, the very same one you both use during your camping adventures.

"We don't have much time, little female." His tone isn't rushing in the slightest but you quickly head to your room and grab your book bag. You gather only the essentials - tough denim, comfortable shirts, reliable footwear, empty notebooks, and writing tools.

Jess rushed into the room, packing faster than anticipated, much to your relief. You take her hand and guide her out, but suddenly a loud crash interrupts. Both of you scream and huddle in the corner. Dom reveals himself and fires a shot, striking the massive creature in the shoulder. Its deafening roar rattles the house and you hear your parents' heavy footsteps approaching. Just as the monster lunges towards you, Dom takes aim and shoots it in the head. Neon blood splatters the wall, causing it to slowly dissolve.

With wide, frightened eyes, Jess looks up at you as you cling to her protectively. Your parents step into the room, dressed in their robes, shocked expressions on their faces as they take in the scene in front of them. Dom pays no attention to them, instead turning his gaze towards you and giving you a once-over.

" Are you ready?"

With a subtle nod, you accept his outstretched hand, intertwining your fingers with his while ensuring your younger sister is safe by your side. The first to break the silence is your father, his voice laced with bewilderment. "What the hell is happening?!" His eyes fixate on you, as if you hold the key to unraveling this enigma. Disregarding his inquiry, Dom strides past, leading the three of you down the staircase. Your parents trail behind, bombarding you with a flurry of questions. Despite their persistent curiosity, you make a conscious effort to block out their voices, but your mother intervenes by snatching Jess away from your side.

With a sudden movement, the girl breaks free and falls into your waiting arms. Dom brandishes his weapon, his expression icy and resolute. Your mother retreats, seeking solace in the arms of your father.

Dom takes the lead, while the two of you follow closely. Observing Jess, he sees her slight build and anticipates she may have difficulty keeping pace. However, he remains utterly unfazed, not a hint of complaint escaping his lips. In a surprising display of strength, he effortlessly lifts her, prompting her to let out a startled yelp, and places her book bag on his shoulder.

" We need to move fast. Keep up."

As you secure your book bag and inhale deeply, a rush of adrenaline courses through you. Dom sprints ahead, weapon in hand. The sound of breaking glass startles you, disrupting the tranquility of the surroundings you had just passed. The anguished cries of parents and children tug at your heartstrings, but your focus remains on Jess.

—

The length of time you've been running is a blur, your legs now numb from the effort. Nevertheless, you persist, matching his pace as best as you can. Jess has succumbed to sleep, worn out from the night's adventures. You grin wearily at her and give yourself a firm slap on the cheeks, determined to stay awake.

Dom is pleasantly surprised by how far you've been able to sprint, appreciating your resilience and commitment to your kin. As the three of you reach a vast clearing, he gradually slows down and halts. You catch up to him, panting heavily, with sweat glistening on your skin. You look at him, curious as to why he's stopped. Dom raises his arm and utters something in his native tongue. The gauntlet beeps and responds to him in kind.

The once vacant clearing now teems with life as your gaze is captivated by the majestic arrival of a ship. Its sheer grandeur overwhelms you, compelling you to take a step back. Towering above, the ship's entrance demands you to tilt your head back.

As Dom guides you onward, the hatch swings open, inviting you to step onto its surface. A warm welcome awaits you from a gathering of his companions, each adorned in vibrant hues, yet all sharing the distinctive feature of milky white eyes. Drawing nearer to Dom, you find solace in the proximity of your sister. They engage in conversation briefly, before the hatch seals shut and Dom secures his firearm in its holster. " You will be safe here. The ship will take off tomorrow night when my people come with more of your kind."

He leads the two of you to a room, one big bed placed in the middle of it accompanied by a smattering of curious contraptions. The walls exude an ethereal shade of slate grey metal, while a petite window graces the space just above a cozy sitting area. Tenderly, Dom settles Jess upon the bed and places the bag on a nearby table. He looks towards you and motions forward. "Rest."

As he moves towards the room's exit, you seize his hand. Your eyes betray a lack of trust, not in him, but in the very ship and its occupants. Dom stares at you, his emotions veiled, and you struggle to hold back tears. " Will you come back? Are you leaving us?"

In Dom's world, the idea of a female requiring reassurance and assistance was unfamiliar territory. The females on his planet, known as sîmalę, were formidable warriors, often occupying positions of power surpassing those of the males. Dom found himself fortunate to have gotten his position. [ Female¹]

He reminds himself that you are a human hailing from the terra planet. The concept of hunting or encountering creatures that did not resemble pets or the animals confined within the cages of a zoo was foreign to you. Dom gently releases your hand from his grasp, his gaze emanating reassurance despite the vacancy in his expression." Sleep, little female and this one will be back soon."

Observing as you reluctantly nod, you make your way towards the bed. With tenderness, you remove your sister's shoes and tuck her in, finding solace in this simple act of nurturing. Your savior exits the room, leaving you to collapse onto your knees, tears cascading from your eyes. The events of today crash upon you with the intensity of a thunderstorm, and you come to the realization that it is now solely you and your sister. A small part of you regrets not bringing your parents along, but you have convinced yourself that it was the wisest choice.

" What's wrong?"

You swiftly brush away the tears with the back of your hand. Gazing at your sister, you grasp her hand gently in yours. Her eyes hold a hint of doubt as you shake your head. It was crucial to show Jess that you were the pillar of strength, assuring her safety and control.

"It's nothing, I'm just exhausted. Let's head to sleep okay?" Jess nods, revealing the empty side of the bed for you to rest on. You kick off your shoes and wrap yourself in the comforter. Jess joins you promptly, nestling beside you to provide warmth. The lights recognize your need for rest and dim down.

"I love you."

You grin and hold her hand in yours. "I love you too."

—-

The gentle murmur of voices pulls you from your slumber, but Jess is no longer by your side, leaving you feeling a sense of emptiness. Your eyes gradually open, taking in your surroundings. A sleepy yawn escapes your lips as you sit up in bed. The voices fall silent, only to be replaced by Jess' voice, beckoning you to join the conversation.

"Are you finally awake?"

A slight thumbs up is the only response Jess receives before you run your hands over your eyes, dispelling the drowsiness. "Dom says that the others will be back soon, in two hours. Then we'll be leaving here." At the mention of his name, you lift your gaze completely. The alien is stationed at the entrance, arms crossed, sporting a ghostly smile as a greeting.

Relief floods through you when he appears, and he can sense it too. Your oxytocin levels spike at the mere sight of him. The moment is disrupted by the loud rumbling of Jess' stomach, leading her to groan and flop onto the bed. "I'm starving!"

A piece of your heart is relieved to see Jess back to her usual self, yet a part of you understands the importance of discussing the recent events and what lies ahead. Dom opens the room door and motions to it. "This one will take you to the canteen, you'll eat there."

Jess eagerly jumps out of bed, taking your hand and pulling you along. "Hurry, I don't want to go by myself," she pleads. You yield to her plea and stand up. Dom watches the two of you but doesn't race you to get ready. The two of you quickly put on your shoes and exit the room.

Dom assumes the lead, acknowledging the presence of the guards stationed throughout the ship. "You will eat with the rest of your kind, worry not." You reciprocate with a nod, holding your sister tightly while marveling at the ship and its bewildering gadgets that surpass Earth's comprehension. Dom opens the door for both of you, placing a comforting hand on your lower back. His touch brings solace as you step inside, with Jess following closely behind. Although the canteen isn't teeming with people, its modest occupancy provides a semblance of safety within the ship's vast expanse.

"Jess?"

The sound of your sister's name comes from a girl with dyed red and pink hair. A dazzling diamond stud graces her pierced nose, and her eyes gleam in a warm toffee shade. It takes a moment for your sister to locate the person who called out to her, but when she does, her eyes fill with tears of happiness as she waves in acknowledgment.

You anticipate your sister's eager rush, yet she remains rooted, her hand clasping yours with increasing intensity, as if seeking your validation. A profound connection is forged as your eyes meet, and despite the weariness etched upon your visage, you manage to summon a tired smile, silently conveying your agreement. With unwavering determination, Jess propels herself towards the girl in the queue, leaping into her outstretched arms. "Kayla!"

While your sister is occupied, you sit at an unoccupied table, startled by Dom's sudden presence across from you. "How do you and your kin fair? Little female." It's a pity that you feel more at ease with an alien than your own kind.

" My name is [ ]." The nickname he has given you isn't one that offends you in any way. The way he uses it is quite endearing, but you'd rather him call you by your real name than anything else. You wring your hands together and your stress levels rise steadily. Anxious thoughts swirl in your mind as you ponder, "What will happen to everyone else that's left here?"

Your name carries the meaning of 'to conquer' in his native tongue and he finds it fitting for you. Dom's jaw tightens slightly as he locks eyes with you. "This one will not lie to you. Many of your species will die, it is survival of the fittest when it comes to the Qęnłar. They are hard to kill without proper weapons but it is not impossible."

[ Abomination¹]

A soft gasp is stifled by your hand as tears well up in your eyes. The sense of guilt consumes you, making you question your own worthiness. Unsure of how you could have helped, you can't help but feel like an imposter among those who perished.

Dom seems to sense your inner turmoil and does his best to console you. "There is not much you could've done, litt–."His voice falters momentarily as he nearly utters the name he'd given you, but he swiftly regains composure. "Had you not gone out that night, you also could've been left here on terra to die. None aboard this vessel would have spared a second thought to rescue you."

It's clear that he's not skilled at soothing people, particularly humans, yet you offer your thanks with a watery smile. As he opens his mouth to speak again, he gently places a hand on his ear. Despite the absence of eyebrows, you observe the furrow in the center of his forehead. His gaze turns icy as he stands up from the table.

"This one will find you in your chambers later, ask the guard to lead you when you are ready. Fęrłåk dė hłał." Although you don't understand the meaning behind his words, you nod in agreement, captivated by the enigmatic aura surrounding him. He then departs, pausing briefly to converse with the guard. [ Eat well ¹]

With a glance in your direction, the alien acknowledges Dom with a nod. Your stomach emits a low growl, prompting you to lay your head on the table, too fatigued to make a move.

Clang!

Next to your slouched figure, Jess sets down two trays brimming with mouth-watering dishes. As you straighten up, a grin spreads across your face. You instinctively grab the tray loaded with an assortment of fruits, feeling understood by her intuitive gesture— she knew you so well.

"Where did he go?" You assume she's talking about Dom. With a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders, you indulged in the succulent sweetness of a ripe mango, savoring each delicate bite.

"Jess. What happened yesterday–."

The girl holds up her hand. "I don't know what happened when you left, and there's no need to tell me. I've never questioned anything you've done for me before because you always have the best interest at heart. Thank you for coming back for me. Dom told me that you wouldn't leave without me."

She gazes down at her tray of food. "A part of me feels guilty for leaving mom and dad but I know that you made the right decision and had your reasons." Jess lets out a shaky sigh and turns to face you. "I'm scared, absolutely terrified but I want to be strong for you. Like how you are for me. I can tell you're stressed as it is and I don't want to burden you."

You pull her into a hug and shake your head. "Jess, you could never, and I mean never be a burden to me. Do you understand?" She nods into your chest, sniffling softly. You rub her back and bite your lip. "I'm also really scared, this is new to me but I'll make sure that we'll get through it."

She nods again and pulls away from you. You purse your lips, a mixture of emotions swirling within you, and decide to divert your attention by savoring the delectable cantaloupe. "Now eat. You pulled me from my sleep and I want to go back to bed." Jess chuckles softly, her head bobbing in agreement. " I'm also really sleepy. It'd also be crazy to wake up in space."

The mere thought causes you to grimace involuntarily. This entire experience is uncharted territory for you, but just like in the past, you will learn to adapt and persevere. The cool, refreshing juice of the watermelon glides down your throat, its delightful taste prompting a gentle hum of satisfaction.

It feels almost surreal to grasp the idea that within a mere two hours, you will bid farewell to your beloved home. A place you believed to be exclusively inhabited by humans, the notion of extraterrestrial existence had never crossed your mind. The journey that lies ahead will undoubtedly present its fair share of challenges and hardships. This very moment, unfolding like a scene from an otherworldly sci-fi saga, is something you never could have anticipated, even in your wildest dreams. And now, as you find yourself in this new reality, your mission has taken on a profound meaning - to protect Jess at all costs.

"Captain X'ęnš would like to enter your chambers. Will you allow him access?"

In a state of heightened alertness, you find yourself sitting up, your muscles tense with anticipation. The room is suddenly bathed in light, only to swiftly dim as the perceptive AI detects that Jess is still sound asleep. A wave of uncertainty washes over you as you contemplate the identity of the person standing outside the door.

Your gaze sweeps across the room, desperately seeking an object to grasp onto for a sense of security. Eventually, your eyes settle upon one of your worn boots. With a mixture of doubt and determination, you call out to the AI. "Please show me the door feed." A brief moment of silence ensues before the AI responds, its voice calm and reassuring. "Certainly."

The door shimmers, revealing a translucent barrier that draws you nearer. Dropping the shoe, you breathe a sigh of contentment at the sight of Dom standing before you. Standing in front of the door, you gaze at him, captivated by the intricacies of his face.

"Can he see me?"

In a swift response, the AI speaks, "Negative, this is a unidirectional perspective. He is visible solely to you." As soon as it finishes saying that, Dom raises his head. Your heart pounds rapidly as his gaze eerily connects with yours, contradicting the AI's statement. "Open the door."

As the entryway unfolds with a whisper, Dom's towering figure emerges. You greet him with a breathless smile, slipping your hands into your back pockets. "Hi." Dom mellows at your soft tone, allowing you to place a hand on his arm and push him back, watching as you discreetly slide out of the room so as to not wake up your sister. He does a once over, looking for any wounds or signs of distress, and finds that he's pleased with himself that you're alright.

"This one said he would visit after his duties, jœrmünd łæ bšłåm." He watches with amusement as your eyebrows furrow. " What does that mean?" Your lips form a thoughtful pout. "And earlier you said, ferrak di hal." From the moment you first laid eyes on him, even though it was just recently, you had been curious to discover the sound of his laughter, and it did not disappoint.

His laugh isn't boisterous. It's a deep and soothing sound, akin to the soft murmur of a distant waterfall. As the echoes of his laughter reached your ears, they stirred a gentle fire within, causing a delightful warmth to spread and caress your belly. Whether he noticed the subtle increase in your body's temperature or not, he remained silent, allowing the enchantment of the moment to weave its spell.

"Jœrmünd łæ bšłåm, it translates roughly in terra language to, 'good evening.'" His eyes twinkle with a playful delight as you attempt to mimic the intricate sounds and melodic cadence. " Fęrłåk dė hłał. It means to, eat well."

Dom gazes intently at you, then clasps his hands behind his back. "Walk with this one." You wriggle your toes in your cozy socks and give a slight nod.

As if guided by an invisible force, your steps align effortlessly with Dom's. The silence envelops you, but it feels far from uncomfortable. Your gaze wanders through the vast corridors of the ship, capturing glimpses of unfamiliar beings from distant worlds. At this moment, you break the silence and softly inquire, "May I know your name?"

With a quick glance, Dom's gaze shifts to you, his lips forming a straight line, prompting a frown to appear on your face. You ponder if your request was too bold, unsure of the cultural norms that may have been offended by your question.

As he utters the words, a sense of relief washes over you, even though his expression seems tinged with sadness. "This one's given name is Nim'xėn." he murmurs. In the distance, a group of his fimea approaches, but you remain oblivious, lost in your own thoughts. With a tender touch, he clasps your wrist and guides you to his side, yet your attention barely registers the gesture. [ soldiers ]

"Nim'xėn, in the language I speak, translates to 'of soft heart'. It doesn't much fit, when it comes to this one's line of work." Your mouth opened in a small 'o', that was probably the reason he had stuck with Dom all this time. You laughed softly, holding your hands up in surrender when he shoots you a coltish look of exasperation.

"I think it fits, regardless of what you do." There is no trace of mockery in your tone, nor any hint of jesting at his expense. With a gentle smile adorning his face, he steals a glance at you. A surge of warmth courses through your veins, causing your body temperature to soar. Swiftly, he averts his gaze, evading your notice.

With a gentle laugh, he responds to your attempt at saying his name, "Nim'jin?" He guides you towards a door, "This one will help you practice your Tuökkorsė, later." You assume that he's talking about his home language and your cheeks flush with embarrassment, making you question just how badly you butchered his name.

As Nim'xėn gently swings open the door, a beckoning gesture invites you to step inside. Without hesitation, you follow the invitation, and in an instant, your jaw falls open in awe. Unbeknownst to you and Jess, who had been lost in slumber for over two hours, the ship had gracefully ascended into the vastness of space. The sight before you is nothing short of breathtaking, confirming your belief that waking up to the wonders of the cosmos is an experience beyond compare.

The space around you is encased in what looks like a delicate glass structure. You floated weightlessly in the vast expanse of the universe, far from the comforts of home. "Nim, this is truly breathtaking," you marveled. The alien blinked in response to the endearing nickname but remained silent. "Jess would love to see this."

Nim'xėn walks up behind you and fixates on the view he has witnessed countless times. However, inexplicably, he discovers himself treasuring your pįiwth expressions and yearning to unveil new wonders, all to witness your delightful grin once more. [ childish or cute¹ ]

"This one gives permission for you and your kin to visit here anytime." The enigmatic allure you possess has captivated him, leaving him bewildered. It is not his nature to be swayed so easily. He should have abandoned you on that desolate street, yet your innocent gaze had a profound effect on him. The depth of your love for your family astounded him, for even in the presence of imminent danger, your thoughts were solely consumed by her, and her alone.

Once he had escorted you to your room, his task should have been complete. Yet, your tender human hand had entwined with his own. Your unwavering trust and reliance had ensnared him, making it difficult for him to let go. In a realm where his female counterparts were independent and formidable, that moment of vulnerability had drawn him in, like a eürq to light.

[ large mosquito like creature — a saying similar to, ' a moth to flame ' ¹ ]

Yet, he also knew how strong you were. None before you had managed to match his speed, let alone endure it for an entire three hours. Your unwavering determination fascinated him. Nim'xėn yearned to prolong your time together, reluctant to bid you farewell.

Turning to the extraterrestrial, you met his gaze with the same wide-eyed innocence that had captivated him during your initial encounter. "Seriously?" His nod elicited a radiant smile on your face, reminiscent of the joy of Christmas, and Nim'xėn felt a flutter in his hearts. Your eyes then sought his. "How do you say thank you in your language?"

Nim'xėn couldn't help but find it pįiwth¹ that you were making an effort to learn his people's language. He decided to humor you. "Stęq'hn kevvhr.²" The alien chuckles when you grimace, looking up at him with furrowed brows. [ childish or cute¹ ] [ thank you² ]

"Lirft X'ęnš, quœ mojå iėał ph'ük ak hlem.¹ "

As he tightens his jaw, a resolute grunt escapes his lips. Returning his attention to you, he observes the slight downturn of your plush lips and the tilt of your head to the side. "Do you need to leave, again?" Nim'xėn softly hums, his hand finding solace on your lower back as he leads you towards the door.

[ Captain X'ęnš, we need your assistance up front. ¹ ]

"This one will take you back to your room."

As you tread back, a hushed calmness settles in, and Nim'xėn discerns that your thoughts have carried you away. Respecting your need for introspection, he chooses not to disturb your reverie. Upon arriving at the room, you turn around, meeting his gaze head-on. "Stęq'han kever." Without delay, you slip inside, leaving him standing there, his words left unspoken.

He then realizes that while the two of you were walking back, you had been trying to replicate what he had just said. Nim'xėn, finding himself once more, made his way towards the pit. Despite your imperfect rendition, he grasped the essence of your intention and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

phæż pįiwth ¹ he thought. [ how cute. ¹ ]

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ihopeiexplode · 6 months ago

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Householdhusband!Sukuna x CEO!Reader (+ some dad!sukuna too)

A/N: idk how u guys like my word bcs ys there so many of u begging me to upload something 😞😞(ily guys!!!)

Householdhusband!Sukuna

Who absolutely refused to be a stay-at-home husband. Why should you be the one working when he's a perfect provider? Sure your gonna inherit a company but still!

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who didn't even know how to do a simple household task, so why not turn to uraume for help!! sure he brunt down the kitchen one too many times in the process but hey none perfect right!...

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who saw your apron in your closet and decided to use it despite it being too 'girly' for his taste, why did he use it? he loves how comfy and multi-functional it is, plus he also like how it reminds him of you (refer to the cover pic for the ref!!)

(thx rina for this hc!! ^)

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who actually turned out to be a good cook after countless trial and errors with uraume...did he like doing it? no.

(yes he does he just doesnt wanna admit it bc its sukuna duh!!)

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who always cooks your favorite desserts/foods when you had a long day at work, he sees you upset the moment you walk through that door? he's imminently rushing to the kitchen grabbing the ingredients he needs

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who loves bringing you a whole feast when u wake up on every Saturday and Sunday, you're one providing for him plus being a CEO is hard work so why not reward you for it right?

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who brought you the lunch you left on your first day of your job and the moment he stepped into the building, everyone thought he CEO instead of you, i mean he screams CEO vibes doesn't he?

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who hates being teased by jin whenever he comes over to visit, sure the first thing he sees is sukuna in the kitchen wearing a pretty pink apron...

"You look pretty in pink, matches your hair" "ill kick you out the house if i hear one more word from you" "Shouldn't it be 'y/ns' house seeing how she's the provider?" woah i wonder how jin ended up out side your house in the cold!!! wonder who did that guys!!!

Householdhusband!Sukuna + Dad!Sukuna

who somehow convinced you to have a child with him...how? no clue!!

Householdhusband!Sukuna + Dad!Sukuna

who always fight with your child for your attention, you could be back home from work and you see a little mini sukuna and a large sukuna running towards you, with the mini on your leg and the large on your right as they push and pull you from one side to another

(sukuna ends up winning cause hes up against a child why wouldn't he)

Householdhusband!Sukuna + Dad!Sukuna

who doesn't let ANYONE in 'his' kitchen mf like Gordan Ramsay in there, the kitchen is quite literally his sanctuary and won't let ANYONE in regardless of what you are to him, but maybe he'll make expectations just for you and you ONLY.

and guess whos blacklisted from the kitchen? no other than your child seeing how they always play around with sukunas ingredients every time he cooks

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who gets anxious whenever you try helping him cook.. what if you mess up?.. sure he appreciates the fact your helping but he rather do it himself so its quicker and perfect!!

"y/n...your doing it wrong." "move. let me do it." "you didnt put enough of it." "y'know what just go...the kitchen might end up burning because of you." thats alot coming from someone who burnt it down 22th times whenever he tried cooking for the first time....

Householdhusband!Sukuna + Dad!Sukuna

who surprisingly gets along with other moms when he started parenting sessions, he even got some great tips on how to approach you whenever your feeling down did i mention he turned out to be great at gossiping to? And of course Sukuna always updates you on the latest gossip despite not knowing who the gossips about anyway..

Now you have random beef with a girl named Eleanor..

"Wait so if shes upset I shouldn't try comforting or helping her?? How does that make sense??"

"trust us. It'll make things worse. Only help her when she asks to and only comfort her when it really gets bad...buttt when she's on her period there's some exceptions to that rule"

"gosh women so confusing for what reason..."

—

"did you guys hear about Eleanor??"

"which Eleanor?"

"the one who has a kid with her husband that isn't even his"

"eugh. Her... Could you believe she tried striking up a conversation with me while I was out shopping? Don't get too close to me woman don't wanna get infected by whatever Infection she has going on in her mouth"

"Right! Seriously that girl has some real bad breath..."

"did I also mention I saw her out with another man while shopping?"

"no way. Was it Tobias?.."

"Xavier."

"THE BROTHER OF HER HUSBAND OUT OF ALL PEOPLE??"

(based of an actual convo I heard while I was in the mall🔥🔥)

Householdhusband!Sukuna

who HATES. the submissive allegations he gets whenever someone finds out your the man and provider in your relationship

"hey Sukuna since y/ns providing does that mean your the bottom in bed??"

"jin stfu you should NOT be speaking.. acting as if Kaori isn't the provider..."

"that's a different story..."

"this is why I should've eaten you in womb."

"I don't like that joke seeing how you actually almost ate me in it.."

"exactly.

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

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theskit · 2 years ago

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Stickers AU

Important!!!

On the mobile app, direct linking gets rid of the readmore cuts!

If you came here via direct link, or wish to use the direct links to another part of the story, and DO NOT want to spoil the surprise stickers, please click on my blog name to go to the actual post after using the link.

Also, due to the apparent shadow banning of people with long tag lists, I will make a master post that people can subscribe to for updates.

Part 10

Master Post

《Prev

Red Hood and Nightwing coming to the cave on Sunday night with tales of their own encounters with the sticker kid had unfortunately not given them as much to work with as Tim had hoped.

Jason was tagging along more to hear about their encounters and to see the rest of the stickers than providing much in the way of evidence himself, what with having his helmet cams and comms shorted out for the duration of his encounter and not bringing his own sticker with him.

There was some friction when Batman and Robin made it back to the cave, it being a fairly slow evening for Gotham with no sign of the kid, which made sense if he'd gone all the way to Bludhaven to bother Nightwing.

Bruce had wanted to compile all the evidence together, and while Dick had been obliging, after they'd gotten the frankly hilarious sticker off of him, Jason had promptly refused to hand his over. Much like Damian, he'd claimed it as his own and would hear nothing else about it, only providing a picture of it after a lot of coaxing from Dick.

The corrupted audio/video file had also been less than helpful. Besides a flurry of green-tinted gray static snow and laughter so distorted it almost sounded like screaming, there was nothing else recoverable.

The sheer degradation of the files was actually impressive. That was either very good tech, or a very strong meta ability. Either way, they needed to find this kid and figure out what was up with him.

Dick at least had managed to both lay eyes on and semi-converse with the kid, though that was also bringing up questions. Such as: how did he get out of a dead-end alleyway? Which, while similar to the disappearing acts he'd pulled in Gotham, those had at least been on rooftops with clear, if possibly inadvisable, access to escape routes all around. As well as the question on why the kid was wearing a blood stained hoodie.

Yes, they had figured he'd injured himself to some degree last night, but why hadn't he changed out of those clothes? Did he not have access to more? Was the kid in a bad living situation here in Gotham instead of having come in with the rest of the out of towners for the ghost hunting convention and the stickers were something unconnected to him that he'd somehow gotten ahold of?

If that was the case, they might be looking at some sort of meta trafficking escapee, since the boy's accent very much labeled him as not a native Gothamite and most people would not move here with a meta ability with Batman's supposed dislike of metas in Gotham. A stance Bruce had taken more to discourage metas from possibly getting targeted by the revolving door of Gotham's Rouge gallery than any real prejudice.

Despite everything, the convention was still their best lead, so it was decided they would go investigate as civilians tomorrow for the last half-day it would be held and try to find more clues.

The description of a short, young male, with blue eyes and dark hair, an echoey voice, possibly still wearing a bloodstained hoodie, was not a lot go to off of in a crowd of hundreds. Maybe they would get lucky and find where the stickers came from, which might give them more of a lead.

Bruce was reconsidering the effectiveness of coming to the convention as Brucie Wayne instead of the small time criminal Matches Malone, regardless of how that may have effected that alias, as he was accosted by another non-gothamite.

Bruce had forgotten how those outside of Gotham tended to act around celebrities. People native to Gotham usually had a strong mind-your-own-business attitude regardless of where on the social scale they happened to fall.

Smiling for yet another photo, Bruce hoped his slightly-less-widely-recognized children were having more luck moving around the convention to check for leads, having abandoned him to fend for himself after the third photo ambush.

Coming on the last half-day might have also been a miscalculation, even if they hadn't had much of a choice with the timing, as it seemed to make people even bolder, knowing they would leave the city in a few short hours.

Dick was having fun roaming around the convention. Seeing all the booths set up with either crystals, tarot cards and other mystical odds and ends or EMF meters, magnetic field detectors and more scientific equipment for ghost hunting.

It all mostly went over his head, but it was interesting to talk with different people and hear all the differing accounts and history, both historical and personal, behind their choice of what equipment or mystical dodad worked best.

He'd even seen a few people cosplaying as The Ghost Busters, and he swore he'd seen a couple in full hazmat suits for a moment before he lost them in the crowd.

He had forgotten how interesting conventions could be when they weren't constantly crashed by Rogues. Dick would have to try and find time to go to more of them. The eccentricities on display reminded him fondly of all the different personalities you could find in a circus.

Damian scowled as he made his way through the crowds. This was ridiculous. There was no practical use for most of the things displayed in the various booths, as most wardings against Pit demons needed to be cast by those with magical or mystical bloodlines as far as he was aware, and to date there was no known scientific way to capture or quantify Pit demons.

Most of the 'evidence' provided by both sides was also suspect. Generally involving blurry photographs and 'spooky vibes'.

There was also a marked dearth of younger people in the crowds. Mostly consisting of small children accompanying their parents with few teenagers, such as a redhead female approximately his age he'd spied a time or two due to the eye catching color of her hair, to be seen.

Jason had decided to leave the convention a little early. Despite the fun he had watching Bruce get mobbed by out of towners with his Brucie mask on, something about wandering the crowds was riling up the Pit.

Maybe it was the crowds themselves, all those people blatantly not from Gotham, who *did not belong* here. Or maybe all the talk of death and ghosts and what came after, but *something* had his aggression ramping up out of the blue as he made his way around the convention.

Randomly feeling the need to punch something wasn't exactly new, but the sheer number of times he'd started seeing green out of nowhere was worrying, so he'd called it quits.

He'd check in with Dick later to see if any new leads had been found.

Danny breathed a sigh of relief as Jazz came to collect him. Everything was already packed up in the RV and it was time to grab whatever he wanted for the ride back as their parents wanted to get ahead of the leaving crowd.

He'd been feeling something wandering the convention for the last few hours. Not quite enough to set off his ghost sense, but definitely at least ghostly-adjacent.

He'd been doing his best to navigate away from the feeling any time it drew near, not wanting a fight to break out between him and whatever territorial spirit had decided it was a good idea to haunt ghost hunters.

Hitting up a nearby coffee shop for a hilariously named Deathwish coffee and a pastry for the road, Danny saw a guy wander in, take in the line almost out the door, and nearly fall into a seat instead.

Holding his head in his hands, it looked like the guy was almost nodding off where he sat. Poor dude had eyebags darker than Danny had the time Technus, Skulker, Ember and a swarm of Blob ghosts had all decided the night before a major test was a great time to invade Amity with their shenanigans.

Taking pity, Danny ordered a second coffee, handing it to the guy with a little surprise attached before heading out. Hopefully it would brighten his day a little.

"You look like you could use this."

Tim glanced up from his seat at the coffeeshop table as a younger teen placed a large coffee cup and a few napkins down on the table.

The other boy was out the door before Tim could even fully process that some kind soul had taken pity on him and saved him from having to stand an eternity in line before getting his hands on the much needed caffeine.

Blessing whoever it was silently, Tim took a large swallow, closing his eyes a moment as the strong coffee helped kick his brain back into gear. Ahh, Deathwish, my beloved, hallowed be thy beans.

Standing up, he grabbed the couple of napkins to take with him, feeling an odd stiffness to them. Shifting the top napkin out of the way, Tim boggled at the sticker staring back at him for a moment before bolting out the door.

Looking around frantically, he was just in time to see the boy on the other side of the road, getting into a frankly absurdly proportioned vehicle before it sped down the street, barely keeping from sideswiping at least three other cars before careening around a corner and out of sight.

Well, he thought as he glanced from the sticker to where the vehicle had disappeared, at least something that... distinctive, should be easy to track down...

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#Stickers AU #dpxdc #theskit writes #danny makes his own stickers :3 #and now danny is running around gotham like a gremlin #with a pocket full of homemade stickers #whatever will he do with them? 😈#now Tim finally has his own personal sticker!#he was feeling slightly left out that only his bike got a sticker when everyone else got one personally

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tteokdoroki · 1 year ago

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✩࿐ TRACK 04: UNDERSTAND. shoto todoroki (1K)

about. until he met you, shoto todoroki wasn’t really sure what being loved felt like. now that he knows, he’s sure that he wants love with you - for the all his days.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact!, sfw, fluff, happy ending, established relationship, sunday snuggles, proposals, afab!reader, pro hero!todoroki.

things to note. eee i was meant to post shoto’s last saturday but i got rlly busy! i hope you enjoy the double update today, sero later <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩

todoroki never knew what love truly felt like.

to be held like tomorrow has not been promised is something he hardly remembers from his childhood — sometimes if he closes his eyes and tries hard enough, he can catch whiffs of his mother’s shampoo and the feeling of her cashmere sweater against his chubby cheeks.

but it’s always fleeting, never fully present. never really telling of what love feels like.

you were the one who taught shoto that love shouldn’t be something that he has to try and grasp for. that it should be unconditional, that it’s an experience that he deserves.

the half and half hero never thought that he would find someone who cares as much for him as you do — even from the very moment you met. you chose to befriend him despite how callous and cold his exterior was at the time. willingly, you spent years chipping away at the cool layer of frost that prickled on the surface of todoroki’s skin like a sculpture working with the perfect block of ice, desperate to see the real him. not the mould his father had carved him out to be.

you did not seek to change todoroki, to shape him into something new — you simply wanted to see the real him, the warmth in him you knew already existed. it just needed a little coaxing out. you’d told him that on night, your hand sifting through soft peppermint swirl hair. moving as if you couldn’t feel shoto’s heavy heterochromatic gaze on you.

“i like you the way you are, not the way you think you ought to be.”

shoto’s heart had flipped at your confession — like it had done so many times over the years. but being raised in a place where love was replaced by fear, he’d no idea that he was slowly, albeit, surely falling in love with you. oftentimes, you would remind shoto that you found his obliviousness to your feelings for him endearing and adorable. your romance was somewhat of a slow burner, melting like a frozen over fireplace during the winter season. where lingering touches were over analysed and where your cheeks burned hot whenever you stared at one another for too long.

reciprocating your feelings had been a learning curve for the half hot, half cold hero but he had learned from his friends that there is a point to trying (if watching kaminari and his endless attempts at bagging his girlfriend from high school to present day wasn’t motivation enough, todoroki isn’t sure what is). after a patrol through the bustling city some years back, early on into his career as a pro — shoto had held your hands close to his chest, warming you up through the sleet and snow and asked.

“maybe we could try, if you let me?”

he’d not expected you to understand his simple words or burst into tears, nor to say yes and leap up to his height for a delicate chaste kiss. “it’s about damn time, shoto.” you’d replied, beaming so bright he was sure to see galaxies.

he had no idea that the one person he would want to be with for all his life was so close to him, nestled between the milestones and the memories. but now that todoroki has you — he can’t see himself spending a single second away from you. and you, the same with him.

today is no different to how it’s always been since dating todoroki. you lie in his sheets, your bare limbs intertwined and your fingers locked as if you’re never going to let go. todoroki, though lost in his thoughts, worries that you might be able to hear the rapid thump of his heart hitting the inside of his rib cage. if you do notice, you ignore it in favour of drawing shapes along the ridge form of shoto’s naked body, listening out for the sound of his breathing.

he’s scared, truth be told. he worries that despite all this time together — being accustomed to one another’s quips and squicks, that you might leave or abandon him. love is freighting, even if it is supposed to be unconditional. “darling,” the man coos gently, brushing a knuckle over the apple of your cheek.

“hmm?” you sound so dreamy and relaxed, curled up with him like this — you don’t have a care in the world, completely unaware that you make up shoto’s entire world. “yes, my love?”

the wisps of a smile catch on the corners of his mouth, dragging them upwards at the sight of you nuzzling into his warm palm. “i have a question to ask,” todoroki lets out a shaky exhale and shifts to sit against the headboard with you still tucked into his side. he watches as you glance up at him through long lashes, worry dancing amongst the flecks in your eyes.

you nod and take his hand to reassure him that you’re listening.

he decides then, that you’re worth the risk.

“this may seem spontaneous,” todoroki starts slowly, making sure to keep his voice even as though not to spook you. as if you’re a deer in the woods and he’s a hunter on the prowl. “i can assure you that it’s not. i’ve thought about this more times than you could count, but first. you’re aware that i love you. right?” the press of your lips against his sensitive collarbones is enough for todoroki to assume that your answer is yes — he appreciates you giving him the space to talk too. “not a moment of my time goes by where i’m not longing for you, even when you’re right here next to me.”

shoto takes a moment to pause, pushing the question he wants to ask around on his tongue — he wonders how to frame it, how you’ll take it but with one look into your gleaming pretty eyes (he should have known you would get teary from his speech), he knows exactly what to say. “you’ve…shown me a lot of things, a love that shouldn’t be granted. a life that i deserved to lead and so,” he grasps at your fingers with his colder hand, giving them a gentle squeeze before thumbing over your ring finger. “i think it’s about time that i asked you to be mine.”

he wants you, forever and always. for all of his days — if you’ll stay, that is.

drawing your body up so that you can kneel before him, you squeeze todoroki’s hand back and bring it up towards your lips to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “sho,” you sigh, the words warmly coasting over his cool skin contrastingly. “are you—?”

“i’m asking you to marry me. that’s if you’ll have me, darling.” the hero feels a little shy at how tenderly you treat him, a rose coloured blush blooming on his milky skin at his cheeks and the tops of his ears.

“i’ll have you in every single lifetime,” you say urgently, throwing your arms around todoroki’s broad, shoulders in a tight hug. “i can promise you that.”

like always, you take todoroki’s hand and he lets you lead him down the path — changing his future, soothing his past. because of course, you’re the only one who truly understands.

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minkieater · 27 days ago

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EIGHT FIRST DATES ꨄ︎

002 》 LEE CHAN

you’d discovered you weren’t one for wine, but maybe you weren’t one for whiskey, either. when a classmate finally works up the courage to ask you out, you thought it might be divine timing. now with thanksgiving only seven weeks away, will he be the one?

wc 8.3k | lil toxic argument, drinking, dino being a little cutie pie angel baby

sunday and monday you were floating, tip toeing on clouds with your head so far in a hyunjin induced dream you couldn’t find your way down. but that’s all it was — a dream, because when tuesday rolled around something was different. off.

sunday you had spent the entire day in your house, cleaning up your room like you did every week and catching up on laundry. hyunjin was receiving live updates (that he asked for) and responding to each one with encouragement, followed by words of endearment, calling you every pet name in the book. he told you he missed you probably a total of four times on sunday.

your head hit the pillow with a smile and you woke up monday morning still on facetime. you hung up before he opened his eyes, taking a moment to look at his gorgeous sleeping face before ending the call, not wanting to risk him waking up to you staring at him. monday you went to your classes with less time to flood your text thread, but you figured he was probably busy when he didn’t spam yours, either.

monday night he said he couldn’t facetime, he had a friend over. cool, totally fine, no biggie at all. tuesday you didn’t even get a goodmorning text— you’d been receiving those for almost a week now. you figured maybe you just woke up before him, so you sent him one instead. he didn’t respond until two pm.

when you got back home after your classes on tuesday, you and hyunjin had barely spoken a word, you’d only sent two texts in the thread and were waiting on a reply. you were trying to be casual about it, not check your phone every minute and force your brain to not think anything of it, not think about it period. the truth was, you were panicking.

“i need you guys to be honest with me,” you stood at the bottom of the stairs to your basement, ace and your three best friends sitting on the couch before the tv.

all four of them barely gave you a glance, eyes focused on the game on the tv, controllers in their hands.

“we’re always honest with you,” yeosang answers, eyes still trained on the flat screen. “fucking sweats!”

“don’t tell me you died again!” ace yelled, his jaw dropping, “i can’t rez you, we’re getting third partied.”

“we’re getting fucked,” san gasps, before he groans, then the four of them simultaneously yell out a fuck! they must’ve all died, which is pretty solid timing for you.

“okay, now can you be honest with me?” you walk over to the couch, plopping yourself down in the only space open beside yunho, with ace, san and yeosang to his left.

“what’s up?” yunho asks, putting the controller next to him on the couch, eyes focused only on you.

you told them everything, from the date to how you felt about it to now — skipping over the unnecessary details of being in hwang hyunjin’s bed — they fed you uneasy expressions, it made the pit in your stomach drop.

“oh, i’m fucked, aren’t i?” you asked after you looked around the room, everyone’s face looking… sad? pitiful? disappointed? you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“unfortunately, i think you might be,” ace’s lips pulled into a thin line, giving you a curt nod with closed eyes. “he’s probably never going to answer that text.”

“but i thought it went really well!” you whined, body sinking into the couch, head falling back. you picked it back up, eyebrows furrowed, “he even wanted me to sleep over!”

“probably so he could fuck you again,” san wore a frown, leaned over on his legs with his chin in his palm. “if you like him, why’d you fuck him? i would’ve made him wait.”

you turned to your twin, “ace, close your ears.”

he covered his ears with his hands immediately, eyes closing and humming loudly into the air to block out whatever you didn’t want him to hear — he definitely didn’t want to hear the details either.

“i don’t think i liked him all that much until we were fucking,” you shrugged, your next words became hushed just incase ace could hear. “he even made me… you know.”

“even? like he- wait, you- why are you saying it like that?” yeosang’s eyebrows were furrowed, head shaking as he spoke, leaning even closer toward you from his far spot on the couch.

“is that not normal? are we talking about the same thing right now?” san asked, he wore the same expression, eyebrows scrunched together and eyes full of disbelief.

“what do you mean?” your cheeks flushed — you hadn’t shared much of your sex life with your three best friends, you didn’t shy away from talking about it per se but where there were the three, ace was usually following close behind. he was always more open about that stuff than you.

“do the guys you sleep with usually not make you finish?” yunho cleared the air, nipping the miscommunication before it could go any further. ace took a pause, swallowing his spit and taking a breather before he continued his humming.

“no?” you looked between the three of them with a question mark over your head, “hyunjin was the first to do it.”

your three best friends looked horrified.

“jesus christ, tiny,” san shook his head, leaning back on the couch.

“yeah, you’re not getting over him any time soon,” yeosang shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest while joining san against the cushions.

“you’ll be fine, teens,” yunho rolled his eyes at his friends’ reactions, “you do need to pick better guys to fuck, though.”

“great,” you huffed, standing up from your spot on the couch, “this is really really great and awesome, you guys. i go on one date, one, and look at what happens! i have super great fantastic sex like someone told me to and i get ghosted?! this is pointless!”

ace opens his eyes before he lets go of his ears, watching you pace around the room. he looks between the three boys around him, “what’d you say to her?”

“we didn’t say anything!” yeosang’s eyebrows are in his hairline, “she’s freaking out because he’s ghosting her.”

“relax tiny, it’s only been a couple of hours,” ace looks up to you, a shred of concern in his eyes, “best thing you can do is act like you don’t care. don’t double text, don’t watch his social media, nothing — watch him text you back, and when he does, don’t answer.”

you pause your pacing, hands on your sweatpant covered hips with a glare pointed at your twin, “that’s fucking stupid.”

“but it works,” your twin smiles, “do you want to get a boyfriend or not?”

in your classroom management lecture the next day, you had hyunjin’s instagram open on the long desk in front of you. his profile picture was circled with a red line, meaning he had a story available, beckoning you to watch. ace’s words rang in your head, don’t look at his social media — but it’s so hard.

he’d been watching every single thing you posted, it only pissed you off more. he did end up texting you back yesterday, a simple one word answer, one that took every fiber of your being not to answer. you didn’t listen to ace for many things, but considering he was the one in the relationship and you were not, you figured you’d give his theory a try.

“did you do the assignment from last week?” you lock your phone, following the voice to the guy that sat next to you. you think his name was chad, chase maybe…?

“uh, yes, it was due three days ago. did you?” you furrow your eyebrows and he gives you a weak smile, bringing his hand up to scratch his head. he has a nice smile.

“i’ll take that as a no,” you smile back, running your fingers over the mousepad on your laptop that had gone into sleep mode. “i can email it to you if you want?”

“that would be amazing, you’re a lifesaver. thank you,” he leans into your space, peering over at your laptop screen as you pull up the assignment. he smelled good, his cologne was something unique, somewhere between smoky and floral — you couldn’t put your finger on it.

he types in his email, [email protected], saving you the embarrassment of asking his name that he’d probably already told you plenty of times. his blonde hair curled under his ears, laying messy atop his head, straight nose peeking out from where he stared at your screen. this could work.

you push your hair behind your ear, “if you need any other help with assignments or anything, uh, you can always ask me.”

“really?” he smiles wide, his eyes bright, “thank you so much, er— what was your name again?”

your lips scrunch in an attempt to hide your laugh, he didn’t know your name either. you reintroduce yourselves, both smiley and giggly in the back of your lecture hall. you couldn't believe you didn’t point him out earlier, in his oversized hoodie and thick pair of sweats he looked delectable. you wouldn’t be surprised if he had a girlfriend.

if hyunjin wasn’t going to work out— which at the moment it was looking like he would not, maybe lee chan could.

you chatted for the rest of class, hushed whispers that only got you two looks from the people sitting in the row before you. you talked about your classes in the past three years, your professors, where and when you’d be taking up a student teaching role this year. the conversation flowed easily, chan made you feel like you’d known him for years, he spoke extremely well and much too casually for this to be the first time you’d really spoken.

you ended the class with your phone number in his contacts, where he created a new text thread the moment you parted ways. you left the lecture hall feeling more educated than you had all semester, and it had nothing to do with classroom management.

when you got to your car, you were quick to turn on the heat to defrost the november chill that had seeped its way into your bones. when you went to plug in your phone, you almost screamed at the notification that was sitting on your lockscreen.

hyunjin: hey pretty girl, miss you already hyunjin: can i see you this weekend? i’m free friday

as if adrenaline was shot directly into your veins, every thought about lee chan disappeared. you were quick to screenshot the messages, sending them in your groupchat named ‘🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 (and tiny)’.

you: [1 image: attachment] you: THAT SHIT FUCKING WORKEDDD

it took less than a minute for your boys to answer you.

yeo: are we getting live updates now yeo: is that whats going on yeo: (yay btw)

you: YEA. UR ALL INVOLVED NOW

twin: see what happens when u listen to me

sannie: yay!!!! why are we yelling!!!

you: BC IM HAPPY AND EXCITED AND HE TEXTED ME

yunho: he misses u “already” .. it’s been four days yunho: eeeek

you: but he misses me you: did u see where he said that you: btw just in case u missed it

— yunho liked your messages.

you didn’t realize that you had forgotten to text chan back in your hyunjin-related daze, only remembering he existed when you saw his blonde hair peeking out of his hoodie as he walked to his seat on friday.

your face felt hot as you followed behind him, completely embarrassed that you had forgotten to answer him, and now you had to sit next to him for the next hour. was he mad at you? did he care at all? you were usually really good about answering your texts — you had to apologize.

“chan,” you said as soon as you sat down, the word escaping your lips before your bag hit the ground. “i am so sorry i forgot to answer you.”

he lifted his head, almost looking surprised at your words, his bright eyes wide and eyebrows raised. “don’t apologize, i assumed your boyfriend saw my text and didn’t want you to answer.”

“my boyfriend?” you cock your head to the side, and chan looked at you like you had three heads.

“yeah, the guy’s instagram you were looking at on wednesday? you were staring at it for like, the whole class,” he said it like that must’ve been the only answer — if you felt embarrassed before you started the conversation, this was mortification.

“oh my god, chan, that is not my boyfriend,” you waved your hands in front of you, you could feel the heat in your ears. “he’s just… he’s an influencer i follow.”

he laughs, his head tipping back, “that makes total sense! i thought he was going to find me after class and beat me up or something.”

you shake your head, laughing alongside him, grateful for your quick thinking. a little white lie never hurt anybody, especially not lee chan when he turned to you and asked, “wait, so you’re single?”

you give him a nod, “painfully.”

“that’s good!” he smiles, his voice getting a bit louder. your classmates that sat around you turned their heads, following the interruption— class hadn’t even started yet. he hushed his voice, quickening the pace at which he spoke as he continued, “well, not good for you, but good for me. actually, it could be good for both of us, depending on your answer.”

“my answer?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

he raised a flat palm to his blonde forehead, squeezing his eyes tight, “damn, i fucked that up. do you like whiskey?”

a smile threatens to break out across your cheeks, the left corner of your mouth lifting up. “i might, i’ve never had it before. why?”

“there’s a tasting tour at a distillery on the edge of the city, i’ve been dying to go for a while now but none of my friends will go with me. i figured since i want to get to know you better, and maybe you want to get to know me better—”

“lee chan, are you asking me out on a date?”

“i’m trying to,” his smile is wide, a rosy hue to his cheeks. “are you free tomorrow night?”

“i am,” you nod with a laugh, “i’d love to go, sounds fun.”

his smile is impossibly bigger as he claps his hands in front of him, “thank god.”

getting ready to go over hyunjin’s place wasn’t as nerve wracking as the last time, you could dress a lot more comfortably, but you still wanted to impress. a lounge set that clung to every inch of you and a pair of faux sheepskin boots covered your feet, equally as cozy as it was cute. if going to his place ended up anything like last time, you wanted to dress the part. desirable, yet not trying too hard.

as you walk into your kitchen to fill up your water bottle almost your entire family is stood around the island, already deep in conversation. they all turn to you and you stop in your tracks, but no one says a word.

“you should just knock on his door and say take your pants off,” yeosang broke the silence with his hand in a bag of chips, looking at you through hooded, red eyes, glossed over enough to shine under the cool lighting of the kitchen.

you shrug, not sparing him a glance when you said, “not a bad idea.”

“tiny!” your mom scolds, a fake gasp on her lips before she winks, “at least make him work for it first.”

“we’re missing the point here,” your stepdad comments with a frown, shaking his head, “i don’t want to hear about that shit.”

you smile, “don’t listen then.”

“tiny,” she warns as you fill your water, ignoring her. the rest of the boys were quiet for once, ace not even cutting in to defend your stepdad, he knew better by now. everyone did.

“i’m leaving!” you call as you finish filling your water, turning on your heel to walk to your front door. you hear steps behind you, a six foot two hindrance on your tail.

“are you sure you want to go over there?” his eyes are less red than yeosang’s, more glossy than anything as you turn to face him.

you’re taken aback, not expecting yunho out of all people to hold you up. you have one hand on the door handle as you ask, “why wouldn’t i?”

“i have a bad feeling about him, teens, i don’t know,” he lifts the cap off his head to run a hand through his hair, then pulls his hat back on. he looked stressed, eyes darting everywhere but your own and fingers tugging at the hem of his hoodie. you brushed him off.

“don’t be ridiculous, he’s just a guy. i’ll be fine,” you bid him a smile and wave of your hand before you fully turn around again, slipping through your front door before he had the chance to get another word out.

you felt uneasy as you slipped into the driver’s seat, yunho has never spoken to you like that — never put his two cents into anything that had to do with your love life, even if it just became existent.

in high school, with your petty crushes and kisses behind the bleachers, he’d never been anything but supportive. through all of your conversations about meaningless hookups in college he’d never given you more than a smile and a nod, he’d never called you out or mentioned anything of an opinion. you didn’t know how to take it.

as hyunjin opened his front door, he wore that same kind smile that got you under him in the first place. dressed in a loose fitting tee shirt and sweatpants that hung off his hips, you almost took yeosang’s advice.

“hey, baby,” he pulled you inside by your waist, planting a quick kiss on your lips. when he pulled away he licked his bottom lip, raising his eyebrows in satisfaction, “strawberry?”

you smiled, mumbling about your lip gloss being new as you took your boots off, keeping your purse on your shoulder. he walked off into his kitchen and you followed, white socks sliding against the dark hardwood floor.

“want a drink? i have wine,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, a mischievous smile on his lips. you felt off— you didn’t know if it was from yunho’s words placing paranoia in your brain or if there really was some sort of weird tension between you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling.

you shook your head, putting your purse and water bottle on his counter. “i brought water, thank you though.”

maybe it was all in your head, hyunjin seemed completely normal as he sauntered toward you, placing his hands on your hips, pulling you flat against him. his words came out low, dragged out as he said, “i missed you.” he pressed his forehead to yours and you smiled, running your fingers up his arms to his shoulders.

“missed you too,” you pressed your lips to his, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. he kissed you softly, lips moving in a slow rhythm, his tongue slipping into your mouth. his hands moved up to your chest, feeling you through your top, and you sighed into the kiss.

all you could think was that he had ample time to see you since last saturday, it’s been nearly a week. you weren’t as into it as you were last weekend.

he pulled back, his eyes at half mast and searing into yours. he lifted a brow, “everything okay?”

“yeah!” your voice was high pitched, an extremely clear lie, one that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

he stepped back, back hitting the edge of the counter, arms crossing. “what’s up with you?”

he spoke as if you’d known each other forever, as if your behavior was uncommon. it didn’t sit right with you, it felt fake, like he was pretending to know you so well. you wanted to slap yunho — if he hadn’t said anything, you wouldn’t have walked inside hyunjin’s apartment with a sour feeling in your gut. now the feeling wouldn’t leave you, and you only had him to blame.

“nothing,” you shook your head, trying your best to wear a convincing smile. beneath the facade was your date, how the doormen at the exhibit knew his name, the mind blowing sex you had, how he nearly ghosted you after, how he’s acting now, yunho’s words in the back of your mind… you were beginning to wish you hadn’t come here.

he tipped his head back with a sigh before answering, “is it because i didn’t text you much this week? i’m sorry, baby, i’ve been really busy.”

you nodded, wearing the smallest smile, “it’s okay, you don’t owe me anything.”

he lifted a brow, “that was too easy.” he stepped toward you again, painted fingertips reaching for your arms, pulling you close to him. “you sure nothing’s bothering you?”

“how did the guy working the door at the exhibit know your name?” the question fled from you without you allowing it to, your eyes widening in surprise for just a second after you’d processed what you asked. you stared up at him and he was taken aback, mouth opening and closing a few times before responding.

“me and him go way back,” he smiled, glancing down to his fingers that still held onto your forearms. “an old friend from high school.”

you lifted a brow, “what about when you flat out told me you’d never been to the exhibit before, yet you knew everything that was in there?”

his lips pursed as he stepped back, putting distance between you.

“you go there all the time, hyunjin, the doormen know you because you go there. often,” your eyes were piercing him now, you didn’t know where this was coming from. wednesday you were ecstatic about coming here, even moreso tonight, right before yunho opened his fucking mouth.

he let out a laugh, as if you were making all of this up. “no i do not!”

“what about when you said you didn’t take me back here just to sleep with me?” you couldn’t stop now, anger rising up from a place you didn’t know existed. you could hear san’s words in your head, when you mentioned hyunjin wanted you to sleep over last saturday — probably so he could fuck you again. “why’d you invite me over tonight, hyunjin? so you could kiss me and feel me up through my top? get me back in your bedroom?”

“do you hear yourself right now?” his eyes were wide, a smile on his face that told you he was amused. “i didn’t think you were the crazy type, i guess there’s nothing different about you.”

you stared at him, expression unchanging, jaw locked and eyes ripping him apart without saying a word. he still stood with that cocky smile, hair falling so effortlessly around his face, it enraged you even more.

“come on, baby, i don’t wanna fight…” he stepped forward again, fingers once more reaching for your wrists. you tucked them behind your back, giving him one last look before you grabbed your stuff and moved.

it was a quick walk back to his foyer where your boots lived, it felt entirely too long with hyunjin on your heel. “are you seriously gonna go? what was your plan, come over here, yell at me and then leave?!”

you stayed silent, pulling your boots over your heels, then reached for the door handle. you whipped it open and he caught it, arm looming over your head as you slipped out of his apartment.

“this was a waste of my fucking time.”

you didn’t look back once as the door slammed behind you, keeping it together until you made it to your car – then the tears fell. the past week of your life felt like whiplash, is this what dating is like?

you didn’t know if you had it in you to do this again, repeat the process, if it was even worth it just to show off to your family. you leaned back in the driver’s seat of your car, tears falling silently onto your top, the only noise in the car was your sniffles.

“please give me some kind of sign, any sort of guidance. i need to know if i’m doing the right thing,” you whispered into the air, eyes trained on the ceiling of your car, but your gaze went way further than that. you hoped he could hear you.

the distillery was something out of a grown man’s wet dream, there was way more to be toured and learned than you imagined. you hadn’t imagined it all actually, not until about an hour before chan picked you up, then you just imagined a big bar.

there were so many different things to see during the tour — it was an experience. from ingredients to water source, fermentation tanks and stills, barrel rooms for storage, how they package bottles all the way down to the tasting. not only did you get to go to the tasting room, but chan added on a cocktail creating class for you to learn how to make different drinks with whiskey.

you learned you did not like whiskey — not one bit. the easiest to drink was a honey bourbon, sweeter and less smokey than the other ones you’d tried, but it was extremely easy to appreciate the liquor for how much work was put into making it.

when you were in the tasting room, the tour guide was adding water and ice to almost every single pour you’d tried and you still had to fight the gag that fought to rise up in your throat. you had the back of your hand glued to your nose, fighting to get the taste out of your mouth.

chan, on the other hand, was loving it. in the barrel room, the tour guide was shooting different types of whiskey into his glass, all raw, undiluted and straight from the barrel. the strength of it was no joke, you saw the pink rise to chan’s cheeks after his second glass — at that point you still had the tasting room to go to and the class.

“this is actually really good,” chan’s eyes were wide in surprise as he slid the deep caramel liquid in his glass toward you, cheeks tinted a cool rose.

you were sitting in the tasting room, on your fifth and last pour. you tapped out long ago, and chan had not only been tasting his share, but yours too. you dipped your tongue into his glass like you’d done the four previous times and cringed, it was spicy.

you coughed, eyebrows knitted together and your hand immediately coming up to cover your mouth to keep the bile at the bottom of your stomach. you breathed through your nose, tears beginning to form at the base of your eyelashes.

chan didn’t notice, instead he looked toward the guide, his hand shooting up in the air. “why does the rye taste so different?

the guide smiles, oblivious to his clear intoxication, “the rye is the spice, it gives it the kick unlike the sweeter bourbon, that’s why it’s paired so well with dark chocolate.”

chan turns to you, his expression dead serious as he says, “we should get a bottle and a bag of dark chocolate, that’s probably really good.”

chan had said really good about eighty times since his cheeks had grown pink, at this point it was funny how many times he could repeat the words.

“i’m good, actually,” your lips form a thin line, waving your hand in front of you. you’d be perfectly fine going your entire life without tasting whiskey again.

chan frowns, “didn’t you like this one?” he goes to grab an almost empty glass, a sweeter bourbon that you hated the least. instead of grabbing it, his hands tip the glass over, which falls into another almost empty glass, spilling different shades of honey liquid all over your small table.

chan gasps, bidding you a sheepish smile, “oops.”

you glance around, there was not a paper towel to be seen. you whispered a fuck before you hopped up from your seat, legs rushing to the bathroom to get paper towels.

you caught yourself in the mirror as you reached the bathroom, over your shoulder as you pressed the dispenser repeatedly. you took a moment with yourself to take a deep breath, fighting the tightness in your throat, forcing the tears to stay where they’d formed. it was all too much.

you refused to cry in the bathroom on a date with your drunk classmate, especially not over being overstimulated. you shook your head, pulling yourself together and darted back out to clean up his mess.

“thank you, ‘m sorry,” he mumbled, looking up to you with his big doe eyes as you wiped down the table. you smiled, he was so fucking cute. how could you be upset at a face like his?

“no biggie, i cleaned it all up,” you held up the paper towels as proof.

he leaned his head against your side as you stood over the table, his fingers in his lap, a yawn ripping from his chest. maybe you’d only been on one date previous to this, but this had to be the weirdest position you’ve found yourself in yet. you convinced yourself before you came to not cancel, you thought it’d be uplifting after what happened with hyunjin —which it is, thanks to his cute face and repetition of really good— but the foul mood you’d been in since last night loomed over you.

maybe you should’ve rescheduled, waited until you were in a better headspace before cracking your exterior to let chan in. it was too much, so many things happened in twenty four hours, you wanted to sleep. you still had the cocktail class after this.

the guide finished up the tasting, taking your group to the distillery’s bar area, a long oak counter before a wall of whiskey. there were bar stools as if it was a regular old bar, which you were sure it was, with time scheduled out to hold these classes.

chan wobbled in behind you, fingers tangled with your own, moreso you pulling him along than you were holding his hand. he was still giggly about it, staring at your linked fingers with a wide grin, you couldn’t help the warm feeling in your stomach from how adorable he is.

chan wasn’t like hyunjin, didn’t ooze sex appeal the way hyunjin did, wasn’t flirting with you with big facts and lore about things you’d never understand. chan was almost innocent, with his fluffy blonde hair and skateboarder clothes, not once during your entire date so far did you really pick up on anything romantic between you.

it felt like you were out on an excursion with a good friend, trying out something new with someone enjoyable. even if you didn’t necessarily enjoy what you were doing, it was so fun to do something new, and experience it with someone new.

“welcome, welcome,” you looked up at the bar after helping chan get situated at the stool, and who stood tall behind it took your breath away.

with skin like honeyed amber, brown curls that laid carelessly over his forehead, a straight jaw that held up a smile that could kill… he was perfect. he put hyunjin to shame.

you supposed you couldn’t compare them, broad shoulders and a sculpted chest, arms so muscular you couldn’t stop staring. hyunjin was a masterpiece on his own, but this man had an entirely different aura. he reeked of old money, poise, a maturity you realized you were looking for in the wrong places.

“this class is gonna be really good,” chan beamed, hand holding his face with his elbow propped up on the bar. you agreed with a sound of amusement then brought your eyes back to the man whose face you needed to burn to memory.

“i’m mingyu, your bartender and your teacher for the next,” he looked down to his watch, a gold band with a face so intricate you knew it was expensive, “forty three minutes.”

“i’ll be teaching you how to make three classic cocktails today— a manhattan, an old fashioned,” he glances to all of you sat around the bar and you swore his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, “and to get a little fancy with it, a vieux carre.”

“what’s a vieux carre?” chan asked from beside you— you think social anxiety is afraid of him as the entire bar turns to look at who asked the question, he doesn’t even notice. your cheeks flush, trying to escape everyone’s focus.

mingyu smiles, canines on display, “you beat me to it.”

“first i’ll get into the history, just in case there are any other whiskey nerds amongst the group,” he winks and you nearly pass away. you wish you heard a word that left his lips after that wink but your ears tuned him out, his mouth was moving but your thoughts were too loud to hear anything.

how his pretty lips moved when he spoke, the veins that rose in his neck as a chuckle escaped him, how his fingers held onto the shaker, his build was incredible.

“…you’ll find that a vieux carre is most popular in new orleans where it originated, it was invented in the 1930s by a bartender named walter bergeron. the name vieux carre literally means ‘old square’, a nod to the french quarter of new orleans,” his gaze fell over chan as he speaks, eyes pointed in a way to let chan know he was answering his question, “it contains rye whiskey, cognac, sweet vermouth, benedictine liqueur, and bitters.”

you burned under his gaze even if he wasn’t looking at you, a heat that lingered even after he looked away.

“in front of all of you are three sets of ingredients, tools, all organized into groups for each drink we’ll be making,” mingyu explains, pacing from one end of the oak bar to the other.

you turned to chan, whose face lit up at the sight of all the spirits, liqueurs and bitters in front of him. “we’re going to share,” you said under your breath in his direction and he gave you a look that said definitely, eyebrows scrunched and lips pursed with a thumbs up. you fought a giggle at his look, everything he did has been making you laugh all day.

mingyu began explaining how to make a manhattan, and the more you listened the more you realized you’d be making all of the drinks — chan would have to be your taste tester, much too buzzed to be able to pour a half ounce shot.

you nodded to yourself, pulling all of the ingredients towards you as mingyu kept explaining, setting yourself up. two ounces of rye whiskey, one ounce of sweet vermouth, two dashes of bitters and a cherry — easy enough.

“can i pour the stuff?” chan asked from beside you, halfway off his barstool, fully pushing himself into your space.

“i’ll measure, you pour,” you nodded without looking at him, adding ice into your glass and setting it to the side.

you grabbed the bottle of bitters and handed it to chan, “shake this in there a few times.”

he did as he was told, adding a little more than you would’ve into the shaker but you were sure it was fine. you poured the vermouth into the one ounce side of the jigger and handed it to chan, who poured it inside the shaker (almost missing the shaker completely). you repeated the process twice with the whiskey and shook it with ice, pouring it into your chilled glass, and chan added a cherry on top with a proud smile.

“it’s perfect,” chan marveled, eyes widening at how gorgeous the cocktail looked in the glass — you agreed.

“let me taste,” mingyu walked over, a thin straw in his hand, where he dipped it in and plugged one end of the straw, locking the liquid inside.

the way he lifted it to his lips was criminal, his long finger covering one end of the straw, how his lips parted to taste the drink all while keeping eye contact with you. it almost fogged your brain completely when he started speaking.

“strong on the bitters there,” he lifted his brows, a smile crossing his face, “but good nonetheless, nice job.”

you beamed— pride consuming you. you never thought you’d be proud of curating a cocktail that only consisted of three ingredients, but the way he complimented you made you feel like you had just climbed a mountain.

you tasted it yourself after thanking him, taking a small sip of the drink. you cringed, tasting the spice of the whiskey so heavily, and chan looked eager, hand already outstretched to take it from you. you passed it over as soon as the taste hit your tongue.

“that’s fucking disgusting,” you muttered, nose crinkled, lips in a frown. chan giggles as he takes a swig of the drink, getting it down with ease.

“it’s delicious,” chan disagrees, “we have really good teamwork flowing right now, you making the drinks and me drinking them.”

you snort without noticing mingyu, who was walking back over to you wearing a dangerously gorgeous smirk on his lips, “ah, not a fan of whiskey?”

you wipe all emotion off of your face in surprise before a nervous laugh escapes you, “it’s just strong.”

he laughs with you, nodding along, “not many kids like you make it through a distillery tour and tasting without liking whiskey, maybe one of the cocktails will change your mind.”

you internally cringe as kids like you floats off his lips — how old is this guy to be calling you a kid? he doesn’t look a day over twenty five.

he looks to chan who had taken another big swig of the cocktail, almost finishing it off, “actually, maybe you should just focus on getting him home safely.”

you hadn’t even thought of that— chan had driven you both here. your face drops and mingyu chuckles again before directing his attention to the rest of the bar.

“okay… there’s a lot of drama surrounding the correct way to make an old fashioned, so i’ll make this quick — you’ll be learning how to make kim mingyu’s old fashioned.”

by the time the class was over, chan was hammered. three strong drinks and a couple of secret two ounce pours of rye whiskey straight down his throat, he was done for. you didn’t stop him, though, he was so happy you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. a part of you wondered what his plan was if you couldn’t drive you both back to his place.

“you gonna be okay?” mingyu rips your attention from your phone to him as you stand in the middle of the room, waiting for chan to return from the bathroom before you leave.

“what do you mean?” your eyebrows furrow as he walks closer, and you finally see him from the waist down. a pair of white slacks, a thin, black belt, paired with the slightly oversized cardigan he had on— you couldn’t match his expensive if you wore your mother’s entire wardrobe.

“is he your boyfriend? the little, drunk blondie?” he tilted his head with a ghost of a smile, one of his hands sliding into his pockets.

you stared at him in disbelief, eyes slightly pointed because you didn’t know if that was an insult or not, “the little drunk blondie is a friend from my class.”

“class?” he lifted an eyebrow, “did you show your ID before coming in here or do i have to fire incompetent staff?”

your lips parted for a moment before you asked, “fire staff?” you knew he looked older, he definitely portrayed a certain maturity but you didn’t think a mere bartender would have a position high enough to fire someone.

“my point is, are you gonna be okay getting home? you’re sober?” you blinked at him twice before a smile planted itself on your face, he stayed after to talk to you. he approached you. maybe you weren’t crazy and his eyes did linger on you for a moment longer, maybe he was in yours and chan’s corner more than anyone else’s.

“you think i actually drank any of that?” you smirked, tilting your head to one side, “couldn’t stomach shit after the barrel room tasting.”

he tsks, his own mouth lifting at the corner, “it’s an acquired taste, maybe you’re not old enough yet, tiny.”

you audibly gasped— he said it wrong, but the word tiny definitely just left his lips. “what did you just call me?”

his eyes widen and you could see the tips of his ears redden, “i- it wasn’t an insult, i just don’t know your name and—”

“no, no,” you shook your head with a surprised laugh, waving your hands, “my family calls me tiny, that caught me off guard, i’m sorry.”

you run a hand through your hair as his cheeks redden, so unlike the demeanor he portrayed. that rich poise he exuded was gone in a moment, a childlike innocence taking over with his embarrassment. fuck— you were so into him, and you’re on a date with someone else.

“anyways, i’m sober and we’ll get home perfectly safe. thank you for asking,” you smile, catching chan enter the room from the wooden double doors behind mingyu.

he wore a huge smile, nearly skipping over to you as he yelled, “mingyu! thanks for a really good class, i loved it!”

he slightly slurred his words, reaching up to put his hand on mingyu’s shoulder that towered over him. mingyu smiled down to chan, “of course, anytime, man. i’ll give you my card just in case you’re interested in buying whiskey— straight from the source.”

his gaze turned to you as he finished his sentence, reaching for his wallet as he spoke. he pulled out a small louis vuitton card wallet, handing you his business card from inside.

it was brown with white lettering, the name seventeen whiskey on the front with kim mingyu on the back, owner right beneath his name, and his contact information directly beneath that.

you looked up at him in shock, clutching his card between your fingers, firing incompetent staff made a lot more sense now. even his outfit made more sense— you felt silly for thinking he was just a bartender. he owned the entire fucking distillery.

“i want one too,” chan looked up to mingyu, bidding him those doe eyes that no one could say no to with a pout, and mingyu was quick to fall victim — you would’ve, too.

you both bid mingyu goodnight and walked out of the distillery, bracing yourselves for the long walk back to chan’s car. when you finally sat in the driver’s seat you gave yourself a moment to breathe— he’s gorgeous, he’s kind, he called you tiny out of all things, he’s the owner. he gave you his number.

as you started your drive back to chan’s with low music humming through the speakers, you could feel the business card in your pocket burning through the denim of your jeans. he gave you his personal number, that meant you should call him tomorrow, right? or did he really mean for whiskey purposes?

you shook your head, he was definitely inconspicuously giving you his number. even if he outright said call me you didn’t think chan would notice in his state, you could've said anything to chan and it would’ve gone in one ear and out the other.

as you pulled into the parking lot of chan’s apartment complex you finally looked over to him and he was knocked out. eyes closed, hands clutching the hoodie he had on, he was out cold. you smiled, his sleeping face was so cute.

after you parked, you pulled out your phone and dialed ace’s number to pick you up— no answer. you huffed, head leaning back into the headrest before dialing yunho’s number instead.

“teens? you okay?” he answered after one ring, a panic to his voice.

“yeah i’m okay, can you pick me up please? chan got real—”

“absolutely, send me your location, i’m on my way,” he hung up and you sent him your location, then turned to the sleeping chan beside you. you smiled again, the serene expression on his face and the soft, rhythmic breaths he let out, his chest rising and falling with such a calm you were jealous of. he’s so beautiful.

“chan, time to go in,” you grabbed his arm lightly, giving it a small squeeze. he stirred and you squeezed him again, and one eye finally opened.

“huh?” he asked, stretching his limbs, looking every shade of confused. you snorted again, rubbing his arm where you squeezed it.

“let’s get you inside,” you smiled and unbuckled his seatbelt for him, then got out of your seat, walking around the car to open his door. you put out a hand for him to grab, “come on, sleepy.”

you smiled the entire walk up to his apartment— this felt so backwards, but so fitting for chan. his apartment was so boy, with sports posters and magazines and the mess. you knew he had roommates from the piled up shoes at the door but none showed their faces as you walked him to his bedroom.

he plopped on the bed, peeking at you with the eye still visible with his head crushing his pillow, “you’re not staying?”

you couldn’t stop smiling as you sat on the corner of his bed, giving him a shake of your head. “not tonight, it’s bedtime for you, lee chan.”

the corner of his smile was visible and he closed his eyes, mumbling through the fluff of his pillow, “had a really good time tonight, thank you for coming with me.”

you stood and walked to the door, shutting off his light before you said, “goodnight, chan.”

when you walked out of his room, a guy stared right back at you. jaw dropped, hand in a bag of chips, glasses on his face— he was stunned. brown hair curled atop his head, down his neck, a baggy sweater hung on his shoulders. all of chan’s friends must be as cute as him, this one resembled something like a chipmunk with his mouth full of chips.

you gave him a smile too along with a small wave as you left the way you came, through his front door. yunho was parked right outside and you let out a sigh of relief, you could sleep so soon.

your brain was whirling as you got in his passenger seat— you had so much to unpack, so much to think about. it all started yesterday.

“everything okay?” were the first words out of yunho’s mouth, “do i need to kill anyone?”

you laughed, shaking your head, “no, chan just got hammered at the distillery and i had to take him home, no biggie.”

he lifted a brow as he put the car in drive, “the man who took you on a date got too drunk to take you home? i’ve never heard of someone getting fucked up at a distillery.”

you shrug, “he was having fun.”

“sorry it didn’t go well,” yunho frowned, turning the wheel to pull out of chan’s development. he had soft rock playing through the music again, you were sure his fingers would tap along to the music any minute now.

“it went great, actually,” you smiled, “he might not be boyfriend material but he’s a really cool guy. i happened to meet someone else,” you wiggled your eyebrows towards yunho who gave you a look.

“you met someone else on a date?” he asked, baffled, and your smile grew.

“he’s the owner of the distillery, gave me his number on his business card. god, he’s so hot, he’s gotta be a step up from hyunjin,” you threw your head back on the headrest, eyes shut, smile on your face. yunho doesn’t share the smile.

“anyone’s a step up from hyunjin,” he shook his head, “what happened yesterday, anyways? you came home crying, heard your sniffles through the wall.”

“wow, thanks for checking on me,” you scoff, “you were right in your mysterious bad feeling about him, he sucks. just wanted to sleep with me, just like san said.”

yunho paused, lips tightening into a line. “i’m sorry, teens, you deserve better than that.”

you shrug, “it’s cool, the only reason i realized is because you said something, now i know not to trust art guys that kiss you while they fuck you.”

as you pulled up to a red light, yunho faces you, expression dead serious as he says, “im serious, tiny.”

you nod, feeling smaller under his gaze, letting out the smallest “i know.”

“you’re special, teens, you can’t go around giving yourself to just anybody. you deserve someone who’s gonna appreciate you, cherish you, all the little parts about you. i’ve known you since you were born, i can’t sit back and watch you go on a slew of disaster dates with shitty guys who don’t deserve to breathe your air,” the light turns green and his gaze is back on the road, but yours doesn’t leave him.

you stared at him as tears welled up in your waterline, you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t say anything, neither did he because yunho doesn’t talk like that. for the rest of the car ride, tears silently fell down your face as his fingers tapped his steering wheel to the song, but the silence wasn’t awkward. it was comforting— as yunho always was, as yunho always will be.

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it's new, the shape of your body | javier peña

Take The Weight Off His Shoulders - Chapter Five

Chapter Summary | A dead end following a lead at work leaves you tense, with Javi only too happy to help you destress.

Chapter Warnings | Mention of drugs, drug related violence and the drugs trade. Zero knowledge of how journalists find information in the 90s but we ride with it. Explicit smut, these two do some stuff in public that the lord wouldn't approve, fingering, Javi is a dirty talking menace.

Pairing | dbf!Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 3.5K

Authors Note | So, as well as being a sexy little dbf!Javi fic, this also has another overarching plot that I'm starting to introduce in this chapter - I really hope you like the addition of this other part of the story, as well as these two finally getting it on! Another huge shoutout to @undercoverpena who has been such a rock with this chapter, helping me smooth out the kinks to get it to where I wanted it to be. Thank you for the support so far. If you're enjoying this then reblogs and comments really do help and if you’d like to support me further, please consider a donation to my Ko-Fi.

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There’s a spring in your step when you walk into work on Monday. You’d spent all of Sunday is some sort of daze, thinking about what had happened with Javi and all the things that he’d promised you over the phone. You let your hand wander a little on Sunday night, bringing yourself off to his promise of showing you exactly what you’d been missing, so much so that the lack of sleep from keeping yourself awake didn’t bother you as you sat down at your desk, taking out your notes to start working on the piece for the newspaper about the drugs bust in town last week.

“You seem more chipper this morning,” Your boss muses, setting down a mug of coffee next to you like she always does each morning, “You sleeping better?”

The answer is no, not really, just that you’re awake for a far better reason that pining for your dad’s buddy, now you’re awake because he wants you just as much as you want him and those daydreams and the visions that come to you in your dreams are far nicer to deal with than the wondering of if you were going to make a fool out of yourself in front of him.

“Yeah, much better, thanks,” You smile, picking up the mug to take a sip, “I’m gonna start working on the bust story today, hopefully it’ll be ready by the end of the day.”

She places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a squeeze, “Nice work,” She smiles back at you, “Your stories have been really well received recently.”

She leaves you to it, letting you open your notebook, you rip the old pages out, lie them out on the desk in front of you, picking up a pen, putting it to the fresh page to start formulating the bare bones of the story.

It’s easy to start with the facts.

1. There’s a house in town had been involved in a police raid.

2. A large amount of both cocaine and marijuana had been seized.

3. The house had been empty.

4. The police had spoken to the neighbours.

You circle the last point on your notepad: no-one could figure out who would be responsible for storing that amount of drugs at the address. Staring at it, seeing it in a new order, your brain begins to think, wondering about how you might be able to dig deeper.

Something, the instinct that made all of this possible, tells you to start with who owns the house. Fingers typing, suddenly remembering that you’d overheard your dad talking with your mom a few days ago about how they’d tried that avenue and come up at a loss down at the station, but not why.

Opening the webpage for the public records for the county, your fingers drill in the address, clicking on the search result that pops up. Leaning forward in your chair, chin propped on your palm, you scan the information in front of you. There’s a list of everyone who had ever owned the address since it was built, starting from the first all the way down to the last, which is where you realise what the dead end is. The last owner was dead. Had been for almost a year, and the property was waiting to go up for sale again, which meant whoever had been storing the drugs in the house was squatting.

You let out a frustrated sigh, because if the police can’t figure it out from here then what makes you think you can. Except, when you sit there, tapping your fingers against the desk in frustration and realise you’d been there. You’d been in that house a few months ago with Liv, who had dragged you to some kind of party.

Almost automatically you’re reaching for the phone and dialing the number you’ve got memorized for her. She picks up on the third ring.

“Hello, this is Laredo insurance, you’re speaking to Liv, how can I help?”

You bite back a giggle at her customer service voice, it’s so unlike the girl you really know, “Hello bestie,” You greet, which has her gasping down the phone.

“Oh my god have I forgotten a lunch date?” She asks.

“No, it’s okay, don’t panic,” You say, “It’s a really random question, but you know that party we went to a few months ago, do you know who hosted it?”

You can hear her clicking her tongue in the background as she thinks, “I can’t even remember who invited us,” She sighs, as do you, “I think I just heard about it from someone, who’d heard about it from someone else.”

“God damn it.” You mumble, head in your hand.

“Is it important?”

“I don’t know,” You answer honestly, “It was the place that got busted last week, and I’m just trying to do some digging, but it’s okay, I’m sure if it’s meant to be I’ll figure it out.”

“I have every faith in you,” You can tell she’s smiling on the other end, “Listen, I gotta bounce, but how about we do drinks later on this week?”

“Sounds good, phone me later and we can sort it out.”

“Alright, bye bestie!”

You laugh and wish her a goodbye, deciding you’ve gone as far as you can with this for today. You save what you have of the story, thinking you could send it to your boss for approval as is, but deep down you know there’s something here you can pull on, something bigger than just busting a house full of drugs and taking them off the streets to be dealt, so you keep it to yourself for the rest of the day.

“I’m heading out,” Your boss speaks as she walks past your desk on the way out, “Did you get the story finished?”

A smile thrown her way in response, trying to cover the fact that you want more time, “Almost,” You speak, “Just a few more tweaks and a couple of things I want to check, but I’ll get it to you as soon as I can.”

She nods, seemingly pleased that you’re wanting to make it as perfect as possible, “No rush, we can hold it for a few days until you’re happy with it.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

“Well, you have yourself a good evening and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You wish her the same, watching as she heads out, leaving you in the office alone. You sigh, annoyed that there’s nothing further you can really do. You save the document, gathering your things and deciding you can worry about what to do next tomorrow.

When you emerge from the front door of the office and look across the parking lot to your car, you’re taken aback to find Javier’s truck parked in the space right next to it. He’s leaning against the driver’s side of the truck, casual as anything, with his ankles crossed over each other and his arms crossed over his chest. He notices you stood still, motions you with his head to come over.

Your feet carry you across the parking lot, shoulders heavy with stress and that niggling feeling that you’ve been missing something all day, the one thing that’s going to make you realise what’s going on, but seeing Javi slip his aviators off his face and tuck them into his shirt, shooting a smile your way, you feel a little better.

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugs, in that cool, casual way that he always does, “Wanted to see you,” He reaches out, taking your hand in his to pull you closer, but does so whilst looking around, making sure no-one either of you know can see you, “Wanted to do this.”

Then he leans down, presses his lips to yours, one hand cradling your cheek. It’s different to the kiss at the ranch, it’s not rushed. He keeps his lips pressed against your own for a while, pulling away, but planting one right on your forehead as he leans back against the car.

You bite your bottom lip between your teeth, smiling a little as you feel the temperature rise across your face, “How did you know what time I finished?”

“Lucky guess,” He shrugs, “Thought if you didn’t come out within an hour I’d have just gone home, tried again tomorrow.”

“You would have waited for me for an hour?” You chuckle, leaning against your own car behind you.

“Yeah,” He nods with a smile, “Would wait a lot longer but you know how it is, things to do.”

You settle your back against the passenger side of your car, rubbing a hand up one of your arms, “You seem tense,” Javi observes, “What’s up?”

You consider telling him the whole story, but there’s something niggling in the back of your mind that this is something you should keep to yourself for a while, just until you can try digging for more information first. If you keep drawing up blanks then you can ask him, see if his expertise can offer any ideas, but for now, you keep it vague.

“It’s just work,” You shrug, “Deadlines and stuff, but I’ll be okay.”

You watch him look at you, those beautiful brown eyes looking directly into your own, his mouth pulled into a smirk, “You wanna take a drive?” He asks, head tilting to his truck, “Let me help with some of that stress.”

That familiar pool of arousal is settling in your tummy, excitement thrumming through your veins at what he means. He wants to touch you, and God do you want to touch him right back. But it’s getting late, and you know you’re parents are going to wonder where you are soon enough. There’s not enough time to go driving around, but you think there’s just enough time for something else.

You grin back at him, reaching to grasp his wrist in your hand, somewhat aware of how big he is when you can’t fit your fingers all the way round it. You drag him back across the parking lot, and down the side of the your office building. It’s a small alley, definitely not the most romantic spot, but at least it doesn’t smell, and unless someone is coming looking, you’re not going to be disturbed, most people having gone home from the offices on either side of you.

You go down just far enough that you’re in the shadows, far enough that even if someone did wander past, you’re going to be hidden as much as possible. You drop his hand as you lean back against the brick wall, staring at him as he takes a step closer to you, hands settling on your waist.

“You want me here?” He speaks lowly, bringing his face closer to yours, so close that you could reach up on your toes and kiss him, but you want to see if he breaks first.

You nod your head, tipping it back against the brick, shoving your hips off the wall as some kind of hint to him, “What do you want, hermosa?”

“Want you to touch me, Javi.” You breathe, leaning up just a touch so he can feel the breath from your lips across his.

“But I already am.” He smirks, eyes flitting to where his hands are resting on your hips.

With a roll of your eyes, you reach your own hand down your body, coming to rest of the waistband of your work trousers. You motion your head a little, dragging Javi’s eyes down to where your hand is resting on the button of your trousers, making sure he’s watching when you pop it open, dragging the zip down and then leaving it like that.

His own hand trails from your right hip, warm fingers brushing the skin you’ve revealed, but he doesn’t move them further, just lets his fingers rest on the skin as he brings his lips to your jaw, kissing softly from your chin, all the way up to the delicate skin behind your ear, “Want me to touch you here?” He all but growls into your ear as his hand sinks beneath your trousers, wide palm cupping you through your underwear, bringing a gasp from your throat, “Yeah, sounds like you do baby.”

You bring your hands up to rest on his shoulders – something to grip onto as his fingers trace along the seam of your pussy through the thin cotton of your panties. His touch is gentle, but the way his mouth is pressing hot and wet to the skin across your neck is anything but. It’s searing, and exciting, and wrong but in all the right ways.

“If I dip my fingers under here,” He asks, fingers toying with the elastic of your panties, “You gonna be wet for me, querida?”

“W-why don’t you find out?” You choke out, feeling him smile against the skin of your neck as his fingers dip just below the waistband of your panties, fingers dragging over the curls on your mound, down lower, until they’re so close to where you want them.

He dips his fingers through your folds, slipping them into you so easily. Your mouth drops open, his own so close to yours that you could feel his lips on yours as you moan, his fingers dragging out of you and up to your clit, where he starts gently circling.

“What’s got you all worked up, eh?” He asks, his other hand coming to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him, your mouth dropped open as he works his fingers across your clit, “Can’t just be from me right here,” He muses, “You been sat at your desk thinking about me?”

He presses his fingers more firmly across your clit, it feels so good, the way he’s working you, “T-think about you a-all the time.” You croak out from your throat, hips starting to move with his hand, needing something more.

“Naughty little thing,” He breathes into your ear, teeth nibbling lightly at your earlobe as his fingers drag from your clit back down to where you’re so slick for him, his fingers slipping back inside you, but curling up, finding a spot inside you that no-one had even shown you existed until now, “Feel good?” He asks, “You tell me what works, okay?”

You nod, two of his fingers working in and out of you. It feels good, but it’s nothing compared to the way he made you feel before, when his fingers trailed over your clit in little circles. You grip his wrist, “Outside,” You say simple, “Like how you were doing it before.”

He presses his lips to yours, dragging his fingers back up through your folds, using his middle finger to draw light circles over your swollen bundle of nerves, “Like this?” He asks, which is punctuated with a moan from your lips. It’s loud enough this time that his free hand is flying to cover your mouth with his palm, shushing you as he presses his body against yours, pinning you in place, his own excitement no longer hidden from you. You can feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans, pressing into your side as the movement of his fingers speeds up, just a touch.

Whilst it’s a familiar feeling – it’s the way you’re used to bringing yourself off, more often than not to the thought of the very man in front of you – there’s something so different about Javi being the one to have you dangling over the edge, teetering on the edge of pleasure just with his fingers.

“Tell me, bebita,” He coos into your ear, “Has anyone else ever made you come?”

His palm is still covering your mouth, so you can’t speak, so all you do is shake your head in response, watching as his eyes darken and he sticks his bottom lip out a little in a pout, “Poor girl,” He says, his middle finger speeding up just a touch again, pressing harder, “Shall we fix that?” He asks, which has you nodding your head so ferociously that it should be embarrassing, “Go on then,” He coaxes, “I know you’re close, just let go for me.”

If someone had told you months ago, before he’d reappeared in town, that Javier Peña would be the first man to make you cum, pressed against the brick wall of your office, with his hand clamped around your mouth to stop you from crying out, you’d have told them to get lost.

Your entire body shakes as your orgasm starts to ripple through you. White hot pleasure explodes across your lower body, your fingers dig into Javi’s shoulders, fisting the material of his shirt as he finally drops his hand from your mouth, gripping at your waist to keep your upright when the shaking of your legs threatens to topple you to the ground. His fingers are moving across you more slowly, but are adding just enough pressure to work you through those aftershocks, until it becomes too much.

Your forehead hits his shoulder, your hands wrapping around the breadth of his broadness as he drags his hand from your trousers, slipping both around your back to drag you into his body, “Did so good for me, querida.” He praises, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your spine through your shirt.

“Felt good.” You manage to mumble into the material covering his shoulder, pushing yourself back up and off him, hand trailing down his chest to try and touch him, return the favour, but he’s gripping your wrist to stop you.

“Not tonight,” He says, “Just wanted to make you feel good.”

“But-” You try to protest, but his grip on your wrist is strong and you can’t move it.

“I promise I’ll let you return the favour, but not tonight, okay?”

You nod your head. Javi brings his hands to your trousers, zipping them back up and pushing the button through the buttonhole. He tugs the hem of your shirt back into place, before he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. He glances at the watch on his wrist, clocking the time, “It’s late, querida,” He sighs, “We better get you on the road.”

And it’s a strange feeling, that this tiny little bubble is bursting so soon. You know it’s important to keep this under wraps, you’re sure no-one would be pleased to find out that Javier Peña, your dad’s friend, had been pinning you to a wall and coaxing an orgasm from you with his fingers, and there’s something about the secrecy of it all that makes it more exciting, but as you walk back to your respective vehicles, Javi so far away that you can’t reach out to touch him, it stings a little. Stings a little that you’re not going to get to be normal with him, that for now, your relationship, whatever that might be, is going to be kept secret, clandestine meetings and stolen glances wherever possible, when all you really want to do is grasp his hand in yours and shout to everyone that he belongs to you.

“We going to make this a habit?” You ask, unlocking your door and sliding into the drivers seat.

Javi keeps a hang on the top of the door, keeping it open for a while, “What?” He smirks, “Pressing you up against brick walls?”

“Pressing each other against brick walls,” You correct, “It’s your turn next time.”

He runs a ringer over his bottom lip, a habit you’ve known for years is something he does when he’s nervous or stressed, “I need you to know if I didn’t have to keep you a secret, I wouldn’t, okay?” You smile up at him, nodding your head, “I promise it won’t always have to be like this, but just for now, okay?”

“Okay,” You nod, “Now give me a kiss goodbye and let me go home.”

He does just that, leans down and gives you a kiss, one that you would class as proper this time, where he opens his mouth against yours, licks into your mouth, the coarse hair above his lip scratching lightly at your skin. He pulls away just a touch, pecking you on the lips once, then twice, then a final time, when you grip the collar of his shirt to keep him there just a little moment more.

“Go home, Javi.” You giggle when you finally let him go, “I’ll see you soon.”

He gives you a final chaste kiss to your lips then shuts your door for you, walking around your car to get in his truck. You wonder for a while if there’s going to a weird stand-off between the two of you, but he turns the key in his ignition and drives off with a final wave, leaving you to do the same.

When you pull up outside your home, you pull the mirror down, make sure nothing on your face gives away what you’d just been up to, smoothing down your hair. You take a second to take a few deep breaths, before you step out, going back to being the innocent daughter your parents still believe you to be.

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