#like a toddler hanging out in a night club or whatever. It's safe and okay for him to be there. just for the record. lol

[rattyoakenbitch]

youtubers: “don’t touch her” ₊˚ ⸝  corpse husband x reader

❝i don't wanna think about, think about you. drink up, drink up i'm so fucked up, all i want is you.❞

gif credit: n/a song: lykke li - sex money feelings die

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pairings: corpse husband x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, drinking, smoking, violent language, and minor mentions of anxiety.

summary: i can’t make summaries rn hhh just read it (:

“Sean, there is no way in hell I’m going!”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’ll be fun!”

“That’s what you always say!”

“Ugh, you and Corpse are so stubborn. At least I was able to convince him to show up! You know what you need? To get out of the house more often and come hang with us.”

“Uh huh, yeah, y’all have fun, I got some stuff to finish.”

“Yeah? Like what? Your ten hour nap?”

“HEY! Excuse me -”

“7PM, [club address], you’re showing up.”

“Sean - !”

With that, Sean hung up. You let out an exasperated huff, crossing your arms and pouting like a toddler who was just denied a toy. You were invited, or more accurrately forced to celebrate whatever the hell Sean and his friends achieved. With lives like theirs, it seemed like there was always something to celebrate. 

You, on the other hand.. Well, you were just little old you. You met Sean by mere chance. It’s a very long story, but you shared some things in common, like your love for video games. However, that was about the only thing you could relate to with Sean and his little friend circle. You were more passionate about writing, as well as reading short horror stories. 

Now, that’s where you clicked with Corpse Husband. 

He was an underrated YouTuber, whose main uploads were narration videos on creepypastas and horror stories. That’s until he blew up with his Among Us gameplays, collaborating with big names like PewDiePie, Jacksepticeye, and CrankGamePlays (EEF!!!).

You met over an Among Us stream with said YouTubers and immediately hit it off. You shared a dark sense of humor, love for horror, and music. You knew of Corpse before, but only then did you discover that he produced music, which you absolutely enjoyed (and blasted in your house for days on end).

When you found out you lived not even twenty minutes away from each other, you’d occasionally meet up, mostly at his house considering he only went out once in a blue moon. You’d sometimes even spend the night at his place, staying up late, gazing up at the stars, getting deep into conversation and opening up about things you never blurted out to people. But when you were with Corpse, everything just came naturally. You felt safe with him, and hopefully, he felt the same. 

Night approached, the clock striking 5PM. You figured you’d get ready since Sean was dead set on you coming to the party. You showered, did a minimalist glossy makeup look, and chose an outfit, which consisted of a half neon green and black skirt that stopped mid thigh, and an oversized distressed band tee which you tucked into your belt. You slipped on a pair of ripped, striped thigh-highs with mismatched colors, (white stripes on one and neon blue on the other), and your platform boots that made you look like a Bratz Doll. You didn’t bother with your tangled hair. You teased it with a brush but didn’t put any effort into styling it, since it’d get messy anyways. To finish your look, you clipped on a choker and dangled a couple of layered chains around your neck.

Corpse would tease you, saying you had a “dog collar”, but you knew he secretly liked it.

All dolled up and ready to go, you hopped into your car and followed the GPS to the address Sean sent you. Drunk couples stumbled out of the club, dates headed inside, and old wasted guys were thrown out. Oh boy, you were not ready for this.

You were the anxious, anti social type. Not because it was edgy or cool, but you simply didn’t know how to handle social situations. However, it comforted you to know Corpse would be there by your side so you didn’t need to chat and flirt with strangers. 

It’s not like you wanted to meet anybody new, anyways. Though nobody was aware of it, you had feelings for Corpse. Cliche, right? You knew you shouldn’t have, but you developed feelings for him. It made you feel strange and weird, considering you haven’t caught feelings in a while.

You came up with the bright idea of slowly drifting away from Corpse to maybe help de-escalate these feelings, but you were going to run into him at the club, so what the heck.

You headed inside, your eyes scanning the crowd and pushing through, searching for your friend group. You spent a couple minutes cluelessly looking around the club, but to no avail. Then, it was as if a light bulb clicked on over your head; you never thought to phone Sean.

“Ugh, I’m so stupid.” You reached into your purse to get ahold of your phone when a pair of strong, manly hands and cold metal which you assumed to be rings wrapped around your shoulders, gripping you tightly. 

“Boo!” 

You felt your heart stop and ran out of the man’s grasp, spinning around to look at who it was.

“Oh, did I scare you?” 

The man’s deep, monotone voice rumbled above the sound of the music and shouts. Then you recognized that unique and distinctive voice. 

“Corpse!! What the hell?”

His nose and jaw was covered by a black mask, with a print that looked like Frank from Donnie Darko, which was also Corpse’s signature look, seen in his channel art. 

Despite Corpse being a faceless YouTuber, only very few people have seen his face, including you and Glam&Gore who he featured in his narration videos. You thought he was very handsome, his baritone voice matching his appearance. You had to admit, you were a little disappointed he chose to wear a mask. You loved seeing his facial expressions, especially his precious smile that would light up the room when he’d let out little fits of laughter. But you got over it and respected the fact that he wanted to remain anonymous.

“You dickhead,” you scoffed, smacking Corpse lightly on the shoulder. Corpse towered over you, looking admittedly both intimidating and seductive. If you were a stranger, you’d probably be running off, but you weren’t scared of Corpse. He was a big softie and a teddy bear.

Corpse chuckled lowly, slinging his arm over your shoulder and leading you to Sean’s group. He was protective like that, even if you were just friends. Now you could see why Sean, at one point, speculated that you and Corpse had a thing going on. 

“So, Sean forced you to tag along, too?”

“Pfft, yeah, that’s Sean for you.”

“Hey, there’s my favorite couple,” Sean joked, patting your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at his drunk antics.

“Shut up, don’t make me choke you like I hate you,” you mocked in return, eliciting a fit of laughter from the group. 

“Remind me to never hang out with you losers again,” Corpse mumbled sarcastically under his breath.

The night went by in a flash. Sean, Thomas, Felix, and everyone else was blackout drunk. Luckily, Mark was there to assist them. Since Mark couldn’t drink, he would be the designated driver that night. Corpse hung out by himself, sometimes getting approached by women who he politely turned down.

You, on the other hand, were downing alcohol like your life depended on it. For you, it would take more than the average number of drinks for you to get wasted.

“Y/N, don’t you think you should slow down?” Corpse questioned cautiously, resting a hand on the small of your back.

“Does it really look like I’m thinking right now?” you drunkenly slurred, following with a giggle. You waved to the bartender, calling for another shot, which he slid over to you, but not without hesitating after noticing your state. You pushed Corpse off of you, probably more harshly than you intended, and took the shot. 

“Okay, Y/N, fuck this, I’m taking you to my place. We can’t stay here and you certainly can’t drive back home when you’re drunk,” Corpse scowled, stepping closer to you. Again, you shoved him back.

“No.. No..” You sighed, holding your pounding head in your hand. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what? Y/N, you’re drunk -”

“I’m not letting you of all people take me.”

Corpse blinked. “What does that mean?” He knew you were drunk, of course, and you were probably just blurting nonsense.

All of a sudden, tears escaped your eyes, racing down your blushy cheeks.

“No.. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.” You began to shake and tremble as tears started to uncontrollably spill down your face. Corpse didn’t waste another second to take you in his arms, hushing you. “Your hugs are so warm.. I hate it. I hate feeling this way. It’s all my fault.”

“What did you do, sweetheart? You can tell me.”

Your heart ached when you heard his pet name for you.

“I think I may like you more than you like me.. I-I didn’t mean to! Please don’t leave me. You’re all I have,” you sobbed into his white tee, clinging onto him. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts. I shouldn’t have!”

Corpse stopped for a moment, processing your words.

You.. felt the same?

Corpse had to tell you. You were drunk, but he needed you to know. 

“Y/N, I -”

Suddenly, you had a moment of clarity. Realizing how close you were to Corpse, you backed away, wiping away the mascara tears under your eyes.

“I - I think I had too much to drink.. I just need a smoke..” 

Without giving Corpse the chance to protest, you ran off into the crowd, struggling your way through. 

Corpse began to get worried when you didn’t come back. He waited impatiently on the barstool where you left him, anxiously playing with his rings.

He was just about to get up and look for you, when he caught a glimpse of you stumbling out the exit with another man who guided you, gripping your arm tightly.

Corpse fumed, his face going red and heartbeat speeding up. He went after you, knowing damn well you didn’t know this man. 

The man took you to his car, placing you atop the trunk, your legs dangling over the edge. He stepped in between your legs, caressing your face. Everything was a blur. If your mind was clear, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to trust this random guy, who was probably ten years older than you. 

“You’re too pretty to be crying,” he whispered, leaning in closer to your face, until a yell stopped him from proceeding any further.

“Hey, asshole, she’s drunk! Don’t you fucking touch her!”

“C-Corpse?” You hiccuped, hopping off the trunk to get a look at the approaching figure. It was indeed Corpse. His eyebrows were pressed together angrily at the sight.

“You know this dude?” the man said loudly and smugly, just to get a reaction from Corpse. “Relax, my man, I’m just tryna take this pretty girl home.”

“Well this pretty girl happens to be mine, and I won’t let you take advantage of her,” Corpse growled. 

You stood by the stranger, clinging to him as you watched Corpse’s face twist into an expression of heartbreak when you didn’t budge. He then noticed the bruises around your arms and wrist, supposedly from the man’s strong grip. He was unbelievably furious. 

“Ha, doesn’t look like she’s your girl anymore.” The man’s lips twisted upwards into a devilish smirk, only pissing Corpse off some more. Oh boy, was he ready to snap. He reached into his pocket, when..

“Wait,” you managed to slur out, breaking up the argument. You reached out towards Corpse like a child. His facial expression immediately softened. He gave you a loving smile and immediately took you into his arms, holding you protectively. 

“Now, I suggest you get in your car and never come back,” Corpse threatened.

“Oh, yeah? Or what? I’ll kill you and take your girl, you motherfucker!”

Without hesitation, Corpse took out his switchblade, looking the man in his eyes.

“Say that again?”

You watched as the stranger’s whole tough act fell apart. Without another word, he ran to the driver’s side of his car, fumbling with his keys. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” Corpse mumbled, not taking his eyes off the man until he reached his own car. You held his hand the whole way, processing what had just happened. Corpse noticed your distant expression. You got into his car, shutting the door and slumping back into your seat. He tore off his mask, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. Then he looked back to you. 

“Princess?”

You looked to Corpse, your eyes teary. “Hey, Corpse.” You didn’t seem to be as drunk, your mind a lot clearer after the incident. “D-Did you mean anything you said back there? About the..”

“About you being my girl?” 

Corpse took your hand in his, squeezing it comfortingly. He leaned forward and cupped your face with his free hand. “Absolutely.” 

With that, you leaned towards him, hesitantly pressing your lips to his. Your lips tasted of alcohol, but Corpse didn’t care. He was admittedly taken back, his breath hitching, but he released the tension from his body and kissed you back, pulling you over to the driver’s seat atop him. There wasn’t much space, forcing you to press closer to Corpse, deepening the kiss. 

Still being a bit drunk, you were clumsy and kind of ‘out of it’. 

“I’d hold onto something if I were you,” Corpse mumbled, breaking the kiss momentarily to guide your hands to grip his shoulders. But you were impatient and reconnected your lips with his, no doubt causing him to blush even more than he already was.

You couldn’t help yourself and giggled into the kiss, causing Corpse to chuckle along with you, departing from the kiss again and resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, you’re just so fucking adorable when you giggle.” 

You hummed in response, offering Corpse an innocent grin as you pecked all over his face. 

“I’m so glad you’re mine.”

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[3rachabffs]

not a date (maybe a date) ➺ zhang yixing

◦ pairings: yixing x reader 

◦ word count: 2.6k

◦ prompt: parent!au + meet messy, exes + “you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

◦ description: when sehun tells you that he convinced his friend to babysit your daughter for you, you can't say that you're thrilled. most of sehun’s friends are exactly like him—partiers, irresponsible, so on and so forth. but meeting said friend puts all your worries to rest.

◦ a/n: cross-posted on ao3

“I can babysit.”

“Sehun, you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

You say that lovingly, of course. Sehun is your best friend and has been since you two were snot-nosed toddlers fighting over who gets to go down the slide first. The only thing that has ever changed in your relationship is that now the two of you fight over who gets to write what editorials for the magazine you work at.

However, you loving him doesn’t change the fact that he’s a semi-irresponsible partier who drinks from dusk until dawn and has no problem with speaking whatever is on his mind, even if it means hurting people’s feelings. As an adult, you can appreciate those traits (to an extent), but imagining him taking care of a child, especially your child… Well, there would be lots of crying and screaming. And that’s only taking Sehun’s reaction into consideration.

“You know,” he replies, “I would take great offense to that if you weren’t one hundred percent correct.”

Sehun spins around in his desk chair and takes a sip of coffee (it’s only 10 AM and he’s already on his third cup, trying to fight the hangover) before promptly turning back around and wiggling his perfectly sculpted eyebrows at you. “I have an idea.”

“Should I be scared?”

“No, no. Of course not.” He pauses, and then sighs. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what? I’m not giving you a look.”

“Yes, you definitely are. You’re giving me your “Sehun is stupid and I’m not gonna go along with anything he says” look.”

“This is just my face!”

“No, your eyes are deader than usual.”

“Ha-ha.”

“Just trust me, will you?” And with that Sehun gets up from his chair, smooths out the wrinkles from his suit, and begins to head towards the elevators.

You slowly spin in your own chair to follow his path as he walks, arms crossed disapprovingly across your chest. “And where are you going?”

“To talk to a friend of mine in Art Media. I’ll be right back, babe.”

You can't help but roll your eyes at his antics. You thought he would stop with the pet names after the HR violation but once the higher-ups found out that the two of you weren't dating and Sehun was very much gay, everyone seemed to stop caring about it (including whoever reported the situation in the first place).

Turning back to your desk, you continue typing up the editorial you were working on prior to the whole "need-a-babysitter" fiasco. You're still not quite sure what you're going to do—maybe you should just cancel the cooking class—but that's an issue you can focus on during your lunch break.

Sehun doesn't come back until you're already printing what you wrote so that you can run it upstairs to your editor. You raise an eyebrow at the mischievous smirk on his face.

“What did you do?”

"I got a babysitter for you."

Alarm bells begin to go off in your head immediately. Sehun said the person he was going to talk to was a friend and all the friends you've ever met of his have been exactly like him—partiers, irresponsible, so on and so forth.

Getting out of your chair, you grab Sehun's hand and pull him towards the break room. He follows quietly, but only until the two of you are a safe distance away from the rest of your coworkers. Once you're behind closed doors, however, he pulls his hand away and gives you one of his signature looks, the—

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I appreciate you trying so hard to get a babysitter for me but, Sehun, come on! I've never even met this guy, how am I supposed to trust him with my child?"

"Well, he—"

"Is he one of your clubbing friends? One of the ones you stay out with until 4 am? Oh my god, he's not the friend who drove you home drunk one night, right? Look, I'll find my own sitter, okay? Thanks for trying but you can tell your friend no thanks."

"Or you can."

You practically jump out of your skin at the new voice that interrupts your (one-sided) conversation with Sehun. Leaning against the doorframe is one of the most attractive men you've ever seen, what with his dark, slicked-back hair and proportions that could rival those of a male model.

"I-I'm sorry?" you stutter. "What did you say?"

Sehun claps, looking all too happy for the situation at hand. "Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to Yixing, the friend I was talking about. I brought him with me because I know you would want to meet him."

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that in the next two seconds you'll magically be teleported anywhere other than here. But alas, you are not Dorothy with her magic red heels. So, you decide to be a responsible adult and apologize.

"Yixing, I am so, so sorry for anything you might have overheard. It's just... when it comes to Naeun, I'm so protective."

Yixing, bless his heart, smiles at you and alleviates all of your worries. "Hey, it's alright. I'm the same with my kid, too." The surprise must be written all over your face because he continues, "I'm guessing you didn't expect Sehun to have friends—other than you—that have kids."

"Honestly? I didn't. He's kinda stuck with me since we grew up together, after all."

"Well, let me shock you some more. Another friend of ours, Jongdae, also has a kid."

Turning to Sehun, you cross your arms. "You never thought to introduce me to these friends of yours? People that I could relate to?"

Sehun just shrugs. "Not really."

You roll your eyes. "And that's why I never expect anything from you."

"I like not being held to expectations."

Yixing laughs, amused by your bickering. "Not to interrupt but, Y/N, now that you know I'm not one of his quote-unquote clubbing friends, do you trust me to take care of Naeun? I figured it would be nice for her and my daughter to hang out with one another since they're around the same age."

You take a moment to think but, honestly, it's just for show. In the few minutes you've spent with him, you can tell that he's trustworthy enough to take care of your daughter. "That sounds lovely. What time's your lunch? Maybe we can meet and discuss this further."

"I usually take lunch at 2, but I can fit my schedule with yours. I'm the Art Director so I don't think anyone will fight me on it."

Your jaw drops. "Oh my god, you're the Art Director? I'm sorry, I had no idea."

"It's fine, I don't expect people who aren't in the same department as me to know who I am."

"Right, of course not, I was just surprised.” You give Sehun a look, signaling to him that you want to discuss how he’s friends with the Art Director at a later point. Then, you continue, “Anyways, my lunch is at 1:30, so if that's good for you we can meet then."

"Perfect, I'll meet you in the cafe." With that, he claps Sehun on the shoulder and takes his leave.

Now alone, Sehun focuses all of his attention on you. "Oh, a lunch date, hm? Spicy."

"Sp... Spicy?" You fumble over the word, flabbergasted. "No, no, no, no. Not spicy. It's basically a business meeting. I'm just gonna learn a bit about him, tell him what he needs to know in order to babysit, and let him know what time I'll drop Naeun at his house. That's all."

"I don't know, it kinda sounds like a date to me," Sehun teases.

"In what world does that sound like a date?" Huffing, you push past him and head back to your desk. "Whatever, I need to get my editorial to Minseok. Bug off."

"Y/N and Yixing sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N—"

You hit Sehun on the head using your printed editorial, shushing him. "We're not in kindergarten anymore, Sehun! That's enough, I'm leaving."

"Alright, you minx. Go."

Getting into the elevator, you yell, "I'm not a minx!"

You're instantly swarmed with feelings of regret at your outburst when all of your coworkers turn to look at you and couldn't be more thankful when the elevator doors close.

"So, Naeun is four, right?" Yixing asks.

You take a moment to swallow the bit of sandwich you were chewing before responding. "That's right. And your daughter, Hana, is the same age?

"That's right." Yixing digs into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and takes out his wallet. It only takes him a second for him to locate her picture and hand it to you. "That's her, on her birthday this year."

The girl looks exactly like him, dimples and all. Her hair is a bit lighter though, which you assume is a trait she acquired from her mother.

"If you don't mind me asking, is Hana's mother still in the picture?"

Yixing sighs as he gingerly puts the picture back into his wallet. "No, she's not. She decided that being a mom wasn't her calling and decided to chase her passions in Rome or something like that."

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry. That's... wow."

Yixing chuckles, running a hand through his hair and messing it up just enough that a few strands fall perfectly against his forehead. "It's alright. Based on how she acted during the pregnancy, I was expecting the worst. Plus I wouldn't really want her in Hana's life anyway."

"It doesn't sound like you really liked her that much, if I’m being candid."

"No, I guess it doesn't."

The conversation dies down for a few moments as you both take some time to actually eat your lunch. The silence is a comfortable one, which you appreciate. It’s not common for you to feel so at ease with a person you’ve just met.

Yixing starts talking again abruptly. "I think I did love Chengxiao when I was with her. Or at least I believed I did."

You look at him with your cheeks puffed out, mid-bite. You had thought it was a sensitive topic and didn't expect him to continue. Yixing takes one look at you and smiles, handing you a napkin. You take it despite the embarrassed blush on your cheeks. The way he looked at you... It was almost fond. You quickly cast that thought aside, however. Surely you're reading too deeply into things because you’re attracted to him.

"When I met Chengxiao, I was young. 22. I was just starting out at the company and I was so overwhelmed. I was looking for someone to distract me, and she was that person.  We dated on and off for months and things got more serious when she got pregnant.

“My parents suggested I marry her, but she didn't want that and honestly, I wasn't sure I did either. I loved her for what she did for me, though. And even more so now that, because of her, I have Hana.

“But she was a wildcard, always looking for her next adventure. It's why I didn't expect her to stay after the pregnancy, but I'm not upset that she left. I don't think she would have loved our daughter the way she deserves to be loved."

Yixing stops, giving you a bashful look. "I'm sorry, you didn't ask for my life story."

You shake your head vehemently, not wanting him to feel like he overstepped by sharing so much with you. "No, no, it's perfectly alright! I'm glad you were comfortable enough to share something like that with me. It really speaks towards your character."

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And what does it say about me?"

"Well..." You pause, wondering where to begin. "It says that you're an incredible father. You care so much about your daughter and obviously put so much thought and care into anything that involves her. It also says that you're kind, almost to a fault. This woman, Chengxiao, she left you. Yet, you're still thankful to her and hold no animosity towards her. I find that to be very admirable."

By the time you're done, you're sure that your face is as red as an apple. Yixing has been paying you rapt attention, staring at you the entire time you spoke. It’s as if everything you had to say was of great importance to him.

Breaking out into a beautiful, dimpled smile, he thanks you. "I'm honored you seem to think of me so highly already. I hope I don't blow it on our next date."

"Our next date...?" Your heart soars.

He nods. "I'd really like to see you again. And not just when you drop Naeun off later."

"I'd really love that."

"What would you think about getting dinner on Friday night? You, me, and the kids."

The fact that he was willing to include Naeun and Hana on your first real date has you beaming. "That sounds perfect. More than perfect."

"I'm so glad."

On that note, Yixing gets up, smoothing out any wrinkles from his suit before throwing out his trash in a nearby garbage. You follow suit and he waits for you inside the elevator, foot holding the door. He presses the buttons for your floors—8 and 11, respectively. A few seconds pass—floor 1, floor 2—when suddenly he turns to you, grabbing you by the waist.

"Can I kiss you?"

You let your body answer for you, capturing his lips with your own. His touch is electric, sending a tingle down your spine. You get so lost in his touch that you don't notice another person getting on the elevator until they clear their throat.

You and Yixing pull away from each other immediately. Flushed and breathing heavily, you share a guilty look, akin to two teenagers who were caught making out underneath the bleachers. The woman who entered the elevator just laughs and shakes her head, before exiting on floor 6.

Soon enough, you arrive to your floor and bid Yixing goodbye.

"See you tonight at 8."

"See you then. I can't wait to meet Naeun."

The doors close, taking Yixing away. You have a strong urge to act like the dramatic lead in a teen romance movie and lean against them so you can slide to the ground in a lovesick daze. But you're not in a movie, you are an adult in your workplace. So, you smooth down your skirt and march over to your desk confidently, ready to tackle the rest of the work you have for the day. No matter how cute Yixing is, you won't let him hinder your performance.

Sehun eyes you as you approach and pounces the second you take a seat. "Tell me everything. I know something happened, you're practically glowing."

You keep your lips shut tight, not wanting to play into his antics. He gasps, taking your silence as an answer in itself. "You two didn't hook up in a storage room or something, did you? That'd be amazing."

Glaring at him, you respond, "No, we didn't." You turn back to your computer, ready to continue your work, but you can feel his stare boring into your side. With a sigh, you concede. "We did kiss in the elevator, though."

"Oh my god, yes! I should become a matchmaker or something, I swear."

You roll your eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Get back to work, slacker."

"Just say thank you."

There are a few colorful words you’d like to say that certainly aren’t even close to being thank you, but you bite your tongue.  "Alright. Thank you."

"I better be your best man at the wedding."

"Oh, Sehun, shut up!"

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[harveywritings92]

Path to Isolation ch 2

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It was late when Anri was woken up by her phone vibrating she groaned before reaching under her pillow and taking out her phone to see who it was? her eyes opened a little wider as her brows furrowed...Genji? why would he be... Oh, right it's Fri- No, that was fifteen minutes ago... It's Saturday! He must've went out to a club or something...Anri yawned annoyed this wasn't the first time he's drunk dialed her. "Hello.." The now brunette mumbled tiredly as music blared in the background as Anri tried to figure out who was talking.

"Hey An-chan it's Mikoto, can you...Get away him, Now! I won't tell you again!" She heard him snap at someone the honey eyed girl sat straight up, Anri cocked a brow wondering why did Mikoto have Genji's phone and who he was yelling at? "Did something happen, why do you Genji's phone?" she asked sounding more awake the girl's was heart drumming against her chest as Mikoto demanded security to take 'her' away from them, then Anri heard a girl's voice saying "It's okay I know him! he's just drunk let me take him home!" is quick desperate tone.

"We're at club Sunrise; there was this chick going around scoping out guys...I...Think she roofied Genji!"

"Is he alright?!"

Anri asked trying not to panic as she got out of bed rushed around her room, after some thought realized they wouldn't let her into a nightclub in a baggy sweater and ankle length skirt, "Mi-kun, Is Genji alright?" she asked again Kneeling to grab a box out from under her bed Anri pulled some clothes Genji had bought her a pair of skinny jeans and a white off shoulder top. She heard him cuss before talking again "He's really out it...Just come and get him." Mikoto croaked sounding very distraught.

the honey eyed girl slipped on her sneakers and said she'll be right there! and ran out of her room. When she got to the club Anri got into a bit of an altercation with the bouncer, who refused to let her in cause she didn't meet the club's standards; AKA you're too lame to get in Anri rolled her eyes, She hid behind a car before taking off her glasses let down her hair and puffed up her chest and put on her best 'bedroom eyes' look before going back the bouncer. "Ex-excuse me..." She stammered cause the bouncer to roll snort and whipped his head around.

"Look I said you can't..." he sunglasses nearly fell off at the sight of a very gorgeous woman with flowing red-brown hair and  honey brown eyes that seem to glow like the sun, she looked him up and down nibbled on the tip of her glasses arm, "Am I allowed in now?" she purred crossing her arm making her ample breasts to look bigger. "Go right on ahead." He said licking his lips as the short girl passed him she smirked giving him a little wink.

When she got inside Anri put her glasses back on and scoped out the club before landing on the VIP section, She saw Mikoto with a nearly passed out Genji laying in a booth, along with a six foot tank of a female bouncer who stood guard shoving a smaller girl in an ugly pink sequin dress away; who kept trying to bypass the larger intimidating wall of muscle who clearly wasn't taking any of this girl's shit.

Anri felt anger bubble in her stomach at the thought of some slime-ball, didn't matter if it was a man or a woman; Anyone who had the audacity to drug and then take advantage of somebody was a monster who deserved to be dragged through hot coals, And it would be a damn cold day in hell before Anri let that happen to Genji or any of her loved ones! 

She made her way through the sea of drunk dancing toddlers before reaching the VIP section. where she could hear the roofie girl; who she's dubbed "Pinky" arguing with the bouncer. "He my boyfriend! And he's drunk let me take him home! it's okay! " Bouncer asked what her 'Boyfriends' name was and Pinky just stared blankly at her before starting the I'm his girlfriend" spiel again the bouncer didn't budge. 

Mikoto noticed Anri and before he could wave her in, the brunette silently went up behind Pinky tapped her on the shoulder, the chick turned around and got laid out by a single haymaker to the face she fell flat on her back with a broken nose, As the Bouncer and Mikoto just gawked at the short bespectacled girl in surprise who stood over the passed out girl flexing her hand. Anri then took a deep breath fixed her glasses then turned to larger woman and cheerfully smiled.

"Hi! I'm here to pick up my boyfriend, My buddy called and said he might in trouble?" The brunette chirped pointing behind the amazon of a bouncer who cocked brow a looked back at Mikoto. the tall ash-blond teen nodded warily as he helped Genji to his feet. the larger woman stepped aside to let the short girl through, Anri rushed over to the boys looping Genji's arm over her shoulder a wrapping her free one around his waist and helped Mikoto carry her drudged fiancee out of the club.  

The three exited the club with Genji moaning "No.."and trying to pulling away obviously not recognizing them, Anri tried shushing the drugged boy telling him it'll be alright And that they'll get him somewhere safe, While Mikoto looked around for a cab, however as one would slow down the driver would get one look at Genji and speed off. "I can't take him home like this!" Anri said worried about how Hanzo and the boys father will react seeing him like this. "Maybe you don't have to..."The basketball player said before shyly nodding at a love hotel across the street. 

The brunette sighed seeing as there wasn't very much room for option. When they got inside the lady front desk didn't even bat an eyelash when they checked in, she had a male clerk helped them carry their indisposed friend to the elevator and Anri put Genji to bed and thanked Mikoto who offered to stay and keep an eye on him with her, but she said it'll probably be best if he went home before his aunt and uncle worry.

Anri quickly got to work she called down stair asking if they had any salt, the front desk was a little confused, but hey if licking salt off someone is what you're into,Then it's what you're into. the honey eyed girl flushed and stated it wasn't for that! But remembered love hotel everything a freakin' kink under this roof, She shook her head and started up the coffee maker heating up some water.

She took a mini-bottle of vodka out of the fridge and sipped that, taking a seat next to Genji who was groaning and sweating Anri frowned running her hand through his hair, "Shh It's alright Sparrow, it's safe..." Anri cooed the drugged teen relaxed under her touch just as a knock came to the door, The brunette answered and an old lady holding a bag salt was standing there.

The brunette thanked and tipped the lady before returning to the coffee maker she mix salt into cup of warm water and went back to Genji managed to coax him up "Genji I'm gonna need you to drink this..." Anri said as he moaned "I dun wanna.." and tried pushing the cup away. Anri sighed and brought the cup up to her lips drank it but didn't swallow, "Hey.." she mumbled then pulled Genji into a deep into kiss when he turned to look at her the green haired male let out muffle sounds of protest, Anri didn't blame him; she'd put up a fight too if she was drugged and forced to swallow a big gulp of salt water. 

She pulled away from Genji and took a deep breath before quickly grabbing the heart shaped trash can next the bed and putting in Genji's lap just in time for the salt cleanse to do it's magic, the green haired teen's stomach emptied it's contents, along with whatever Pinky gave him, Anri sat by him and rubbed his back assured Genji he was alright after few minutes he collapsed back on to the bed. 

Anri put the can down and tucked him in, now he just needed to sleep, she went back to the mini-fridge and got a bottle water and left it on the nightstand for in the morning, and sat down on the love seat watching Genji, She wasn't sure when but at some point Anri dozed off... 

Needless to say that morning Genji was frazzled! not because he woke in a strange bed; that happens almost every other day! He was confused over why he woke up in a strange bed while across from him on a love-seat; slept his fiance in a very uncomfortable sitting position...what the hell? What was Anri doing here?! were they kidnapped?! he nearly jumped out of bed in a panic, before the green hair ninja hissed from sitting up to fast, his head was pounding! How much did he have to drink last night?...he saw bottle of water on the nightstand hummed opening it and drank it his mouth tasted awful, he sighed and tried to piece together his memories from the night before...

Genji remembered he was still upset from loosing his temper on Anri, his friends convinced him into going out to the club, those so called friends disappeared once they realized Genji wasn't paying for their booze nor was he in a partying mood. 

After an hour of sitting around the bar moping and having random drunk women try and flirt with him. Genji had just decided to go home and try to apologize to Anri.

When he ran into Mikoto they talked for a while, mainly why he's been hanging around Takumi so much? While the basketball player seemed genuinely concerned why Genji was so down in the dumps? which threw the green haired ninja off; no ones ever concerned themselves with his problems not even Hanzo...Before he could say anything, this chick in a sparkly pink dress handed Genji a drink then he started feeling off...Then it hit him! the bitch had drugged him! He saw snippets of the girl trying to lead him away, then Mikoto shoving her, then he took Genji's phone away; He must've called Anri to come and get him...

The green haired teen threw the comforter off and swung his legs off the bed, his head spun from the sudden movement; Genji swallowed and took a few deep breaths trying to steady himself before lifting himself off the bed he went to use the bathroom, before going to wake Anri who was out for the count he went touch her, he noticed something very different. No, it wasn't because she was actually wearing clothes he had bought her for once. It was her hair it was brown no... he lean a bit closer it was actually red. Genji won't lie it suited her, complimented her olive skin. Genji was about to shake her awake when Anri beat him to it.

Tired honey eyes met with curious hazel orbs Anri recoiled from shock seeing Genji's face inches from hers. "What the f-" she hissed ready to yell at him to get out of her room, then remember where they were and checked make sure her glasses were still on before stammering "...a-are you OK?" Genji brows furrowed unsure how to answer that...he felt like crap and part of him was angry she ventured out alone at night to go get him. 

Another was confused why she would do that, why would she take care of him? He remembered the way she looked at him last night when he lost his temper...Anri was afraid of him, wasn’t she?

Genji throat felt dry as he swallowed "Fine, Just hungry." he winced feeling his empty stomach gurgle, the brunette fiddled with her glasses. "That's not a surprised," She grumbled pulling herself off to yawn and stretch. "I had to make you sick...don't look in that trash can." she warned awkwardly pointing at the little heart bin, the ninja grimaced not needing to be told twice; he wanted to ask where Mikoto was? and happened to the girl that drugged him? But a knock at the door and the front desk lady's annoyed voice rumbled through the door demanding they check out.

Anri opened the door the woman's brow furrowed confused over why "The couple" wasn't disheveled and flustered or why the room was so neat and still smelled clean, she sneered at them suspiciously as the teens exited the room, they faintly heard the woman rant that "No one leaves a room that clean those brats must've broken something!" and demand the cleaners check thoroughly...

Considering they didn't sex in the first place; Both teens just rolled their eyes and let the old crow be, after checking out the two were deciding where to get brunch, Genji didn't care he just wanted some food before he passes out or throws up... or both.

They eventually settled on a small cafe and despite the awkward tension between the childhood friends/couple managed to hold a conversation, mostly how they were doing in their respected lives, Genji asked how Anri and Takumi were doing trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.

Anri seemed hesitant to reply which piqued the green haired boy interests, the brunette thought this over carefully, It could be a chance to come clean, tell Genji the whole story why she was really with Takumi! However before she could even get a word out.

"Gengu!~" She clammed up Genji blanched as his mooch squad entered the cafe loudly insulting the small establishment's menu since it wasn't Starbucks. how lame the staff were! it was family owned cafe so, they were insulting the owners to their faces; They were just being loud belligerent in general and disturbing the other customers who shot the group annoyed glares and harsh whispers.

Then group noticed who he was with and hell broke loose. "Ew, why are you with goose girl?" one of the girls sneered in disgust as Anri sank into her seat as the group started snickering. "No way you're actually on a date, how desperate are you? one of the girls griped at the brunette who gritted her teeth anger starting to simmer in her belly as the others started started throwing insults and calling Anri an ugly virgin who wouldn't know how to take a dick even with the instructions tattooed to it.

Genji didn't even defend her! he just laughed along with them which stung like hell, Then out of corner of her eye Anri spotted him...her FWB. While Genji's posse was still laughing a her Anri stood up causing a them to jeer "ooh, the nerd's mad!~" she suddenly slammed her fist on the table causing them to shut up. "Okay, I'm gonna set some fucking things straight..." She hissed at the mooch squad who were glaring at her.

"Not only am I not a virgin, I probably know more about pleasing guy in bed better than any of you hussies combined." The group immediately looked at Genji bemused; one of the guys actually asked the green haired teen when the hell he hooked up with the nerd? only for Anri to correct him. 

"It wasn't Genji and certainly wasn't Takumi it was with another man. Tall,handsome,older... experienced." She purred recalling that last time she was with the guy, keeping her eyes lock on Genji who had an unreadable expression she could see the anger and cogs turning as he tried to figure out who she was taking about, as one of the boys buddies snorted "Yeah right who want an ugly bitch like you." Anri smirked waiting for them to say that.

"Naoki-kun!~" she called getting the attention of this tall and handsome blond college student who waiting for his coffee, whipped his head around to see who called him his green eyes lit when he saw who was it was. "Anri! I was just thinking about you!" the guy chirped giving her a once over as walked up her. "Digging the outfit..." he smirked pulling her closer to well attempted to, if Genji hadn't stood up suddenly slamming his fists on the table, obviously angry and looked like he seriously wanted to kill someone...

"Gengu what's wrong?" one of the girls asked surprised at his reaction, Anri cocked a brow at him "Yeah... Gengu, what's wrong?" she feigned concern the green haired boy looked between his 'Friends." and his fiancee before sat back down deflated.

"Nothing..." He grumbled the brunette's lips formed a thin line as Naoki asked if she was busy and if she wanted to have some fun later? Anri snorted  wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him "Why wait, I'm bored now.~" she purred voice dropping seductively Naoki smirked. "I'll be in my car, don't keep me waiting." he mumbled kissing her cheek before grabbing his coffee and walking out. 

She then turned to Genji with a serious expression. "You hurt me everyday, but in the long run i'll always be there to save you in a heartbeat...Aren’t I pathetic?" she hummed before walking off ignoring the leering and jeers from Genji's friends while said teen watched as a car pulled up and Anri got in; his gaze locked on to Naoki.

Genji’s eyes flashed green as his  inner dragon snarled enraged he had never hated someone as badly as he hated Naoki at the moment, he wanted the man's head on pike...

 A fact he voiced repeatedly to Hanzo while they were training who didn't offer sympathy considering Genji was being very unfair to this situation. "Anri's homeland has a saying for this I believe it goes: The pot calls the kettle black?" the elder Shimada hummed as he lined his bow up at the targets while his brother continued beating up a sandbag imagining it being Naoki,

"What's it mean?"

"It means you're being a hypocrite."

"I am not a being a hypocr-" Hanzo cut him off with a judging look.

"Going out with different woman almost every night that's just fine for Genji, but when Anri starts going out with other men, suddenly she's the villain."   

The younger shimada brother's fist froze mid strike and looked at his older brother annoyed. "I didn't say that." he hissed giving his brother the evil eye, Hanzo rolled his eyes as he hit another target. "No but you implied it..." He was silent for a moment seemingly in deep thought, "You need to start treating her better." The archer stated causing Genji to stop training a look at his brother suspiciously. 

"Whys that?" Hanzo didn't answer instead he silently packed up his things and walk away as his brother yelled at him. "Don't leave, what's going on? Hanzo!" the younger brother stared in disbelief that his brother had ignored him and soon shifted his thoughts back on what Hanzo had said. Genji needed to start treating Anri better, why? he's never complained before! unless, the elders were planning something... 

The green haired teen quickly finished up training and was heading to his room, just in time to see Anri coming home from having fun with Naoki, he smell him on her from where he was standing, a low rumble came from Genji's chest, the two awkwardly stared each other down before Anri silently went to her room. 

Genji walked over to her door he stared it at before resting his head against it, He thought back to what Anri had said before leaving him at the cafe. No matter how many times he let her down, Anri would still come to his rescue, and how does he  reward her? by insulting her and pushing her away, right into the arms of another man. It made Genji realize that Anri wasn't the pathetic one...He was.

#overwatch fanfic #young!Genji #Genji x OC #overwatch hanzo

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Anything for my Outlaw. Juice Ortiz fan fiction. Chapter 3.

*If you haven’t read the first 3 chapters of my story you can find them here .*

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Lena rolls over onto her back, staring at a ceiling she wasn't familiar with. She blinks a few times trying to wake up all the way. Juice snores loudly next to her, she turns her head to him, laughing to herself at how loud he is. His arm makes its way onto Lena's stomach, pulling her closer to him.

“If you wanted to cuddle all you had to do was ask.”

She says, now knowing he was faking being asleep. Juice opens his eyes and smiles at her.

“Morning beautiful.”

“Morning. I slept really good. Your bed is really comfy.”

She says, rolling to her side, face to face with a still sleepy Juice.

“Now you have an excuse to sleep over more often.”

He says, wrapping his arm around her and holding her close to his bare chest. They lay there awhile cuddling before they get interrupted by a buzzing sound. Juice picks his head up, looking around the room trying to find the source of the noise.

“My phone?”

Lena asks, reaching over Juice to get her phone from the charger. She sees at least 10 missed calls from Happy and 3 from Kozik, one of the Nomads that was in town for a few weeks to help the club.

“Shit. My brother blew up my phone.”

“Mine too. He left me a voicemail.”

Juice says, putting the phone to his ear and listening to the message. Lena puts her ear up to his phone trying to hear what Happy says in the message.

“Hey brother, I just wanted to know if you’ve seen Lena. She didn't come to the party last night and we noticed you didn’t either. I thought maybe you knew where she would be since you spent the day with her. Anyway, Jax wants us at the clubhouse at 9:30. Talk to you later.”

Juice hangs up the phone, giving Lena a glaring look.

“You didn’t call him and tell him you weren’t going to the party after all?”

“No because I didn’t want to play a second round of 20 questions with Happy. He was already asking me a million questions when I told him that I was going to be riding to the party with someone else. Do you think you could just tell him that you rode by my work and saw my car there so he atleast knows I’m there. He won’t bother me if he knows I’m there.”

He nods his head and gets up out of bed.

“I’m going to take a shower, then you can go after me. I’ll take you to work”

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“Sorry I’m late. There was traffic, car crash or some shit.”

Juice lies, putting his cell phone in the cigar box along with the other guys phones. Happy pulls Juice aside away from the other guys.

“Did you happen to call or see Lena on your way here? She’s still not answering her phone.”

“Yeah, I drove by the daycare and her car was there. I was going to go in and see if she was there but I was already going to be late. But I’m sure they would have called you to see where she was if she wasn’t there.”

Happy nods his head and pats Juice’s back.

“Thanks for keeping her safe yesterday brother.”

Juice nods his head and smiles, walking into the den.

“No problem, anytime.”

God he was going to be in so much shit if Happy finds out about the two of them.

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Gemma walks into the clubhouse, completely shaken up with a few cuts on her face, walking in with Unser. Everyone gets off the stools and rushes over to her, trying to see if she’s okay, she shrugs them off, going straight over to Clay and hugging him.

“What the hell happened?”

Clay asks.

“Some ass hole tried to run me off the road. Made me crash the car.”

“Who was it mom?”

Jax asks her, already knowing in the back of his head who it was.

“It was a black sedan. I couldn’t see who was in the car.”

“Niners. Probably trying to tell us they aren’t happy that we’re making deals with the Mayans.”

Tig says to Clay. Clay sighs and takes a look at the cuts on Gemma’s face.

“Call Tara and get her down here to fix up your mom. We’re going to have a lockdown, only old ladies, kids, Happy’s sister, and Opie’s kids. They niners have info on the family, and we don’t need any of them getting hurt. I want Juice, Chibs, Bobby and Kozik collecting everyone. I’m leaving the prospects here with Gemma to make sure you’re okay. The rest of you, with me.”

The guys walk out behind Clay. Happy says something to Chibs and Bobby before walking out with the rest of them, not loud enough for Juice to hear.

“I’ll go get Tara and the kids. Happy wants Juice to get Lena that way she’s not scared, you know how she gets when we go on lockdowns. Someone will need to get Ope’s kids and someone needs to drive up to Cara Cara and get Lyla.”

Chibs says fastly and almost too garbled for any of them to understand.

“What’s with all the time you’ve been spending with Hap’s sister? Didn’t he want to kill you for banging her?”

Bobby asks Juice.

“I didn’t bang her. He got over that I guess because she’s comfortable around me.”

“Yeah I bet you made her feel real comfortable when you spent the day with her yesterday.”

Kozik laughs, mounting his bike. Juice puts his helmet on, ignoring the two of them busting his balls.

“You better get your dick sucked one last time before Hap cuts it off.”

Bobby laughs, the other guys laughing also. Juice revs up the bike, flipping all of them off while riding out of the lot.

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“We don't eat food off the floor, that's disgusting.”

Lena cringes, taking the food out of the toddler's mouth. She goes over to the sink to wash her hands and she hears the door open.

“Hello, who are you picking up?”

Her coworker asks.

“I'm here for Lena actually.”

Lena turns around, recognizing the voice. Juice smiles at her, staying close to the door, but smiling at the little kids walking around. She turns the water off and grabs paper towels, drying her hands before walking over to him.

“What are you doing here? What's wrong?”

“Someone ran Gemma off the road. Clay wants us on lockdown.”

Lena sighs and looks at the clock.

“They aren't going to let me go early. We're understaffed and they're already pissed that I was 20 minutes late.”

“Well Happy asked that I take you to the clubhouse, so I'll wait in the parking lot for you until you get off.”

Lena gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay, get out of here before my manager get pissed off for you being here.”

Juice walks out of the room, leaving you anxious to get off work now, but not in a good way. She hated being on lockdown, it made her on edge when all of the guys would leave to do whatever they had to do to settle the score for the club. And she hated that they would leave the prospects guarding all the family members.

“He's cute. Who's he?”

Lena's coworker asks.

“My boyfriend. I've told you about him a few times, the biker.”

“Oh, congrats. I'm glad you two finally got together.”

Lena smiles at her coworker's support, thankfully there was one person in her life that's supportive of her new relationship.

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“They’re all here.”

Juice says shutting the engine to his bike off. Lena gets off, handing him his helmet.

“Let’s just try and stay away from each other the best we can until we find a way to tell them that we’re together.”

Lena walks into the clubhouse with Juice behind her. Tara is talking with Gemma at the bar, Abel playing on the floor next to them.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

Lena asks Gemma, giving her a hug.

“I’m sore but I’ll be fine. Your brother was freaking out last night because you didn’t show up to the party. What happened to you?”

“I was uh, I was waiting for my friend to show up last night, and they never did… so I fell asleep.”

Gemma furrows her eyebrows, not believing a second of her story.

“Where is my brother by the way?”

“He ran to go get something from the house he needed.”

Lena nods her head and yawns.

“I’m going to go take a nap in Happy’s dorm. I’ll be up in a few hours.”

“Okay sweetheart. I’ll tell Hap you’re here when he gets here.”

Lena starts to walk to the back of the clubhouse where all the dorms are but she hears little footsteps behind her. She turns around and sees Abel smiling up at her.

“What’s up buddy?”

She picks him up and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Can I go with you?”

He says with a smile on his face.

“You want to come take a nap with me?”

Abel thinks about it for a while before wigging his way out of her arms and running back down the hall. Lena laughs and walks down to Happy’s dorm, a door opens next to his and someone pulls her inside. Lena screams, a hand covering her mouth. Once Lena calms down she notices who pulled her inside.

“You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing?”

“That ‘staying away from each other until we tell everyone about us’ thing isn’t going to happen. I can’t stay away from you.”

Juice kisses Lena’s lips, backing her up to his bed. She giggles as she lays her body down on his bed, wrapping her legs around him as he hovers over her. He smiles down at her and kisses her forehead, bringing his lips down to her cheek, then over to Lena’s lips, softly kissing her.

“I can’t get enough of you Lena. God you’re so beautiful.”

He whispers to her, now making his way down to her collarbone.

“I want you so bad.”  

Just as Juice says that they hear the door to the room close, both of them looking toward the way of the noise.

“You didn’t close the door?!”

Lena says in a hushed tone, covering her face with her hands.

“I’m sure nobody say anything. We’re fine.”

Juice says, getting off the bed and going up and locking the door.

“Nobody saw? Then who closed the door? The ghost of SAMCRO?”

He laughs and tries to go back to kissing Lena but she jerks her head over to the side and rolling onto her stomach.

“I’m not in the mood anymore.”

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“This is nice. Having a dinner despite all of us being stuck here for the next 72 hours.”

Lena says, sitting next to her brother, giving him a kiss on the cheek. All the guys are gathered around the table they usually do all their votes and club meetings, along with their children and old ladies. Juice tried to sit next to her, but Lena was paranoid that someone would say something about them sitting with one another. Juice ended up at the end of the table on the other side of her, giving him a perfect view of Lena, where he was probably going to do anything to make her laugh. Everyone was having their own conversations with the people around them, Happy and Jax talking about something related to the club. Lena couldn’t help but notice the way Abel was looking at her then looking down to Juice on the other end of the table.

“Lena, I have a question.”

“What’s up buddy?”

Abel looks up at Tara before turning back to face Lena.

“Are you going to be a mommy?”

Lena is totally taken back by his question, giving Tara a puzzled look. Tara looks back at Lena, giving her the same confused look.

“Because mommies and daddies kiss each other, right?”

“Uhh… yeah… not just mommies and daddies though.”

Abel nods his head, shoveling a spoonful of food into his mouth, leaving the question alone for a minute.

“So you and Juice aren’t going to be a mommy and daddy?”

Jax finally turns his attention to his son playing 20 questions with Lena.

“What are you asking her, Abel?”

“Well you and mommy said that mommies and daddies kiss each other when they like each other. I saw Lena and Juice kissing in his room earlier so that means that Lena is going to be a mommy right?”

Lean’s eyes grow wider than ever before, her heart skipping at least 20 seconds worth of beats. She was afraid to turn and see if Happy had heard what Abel said, but she already knew he heard him loud and clear.

“You saw them kissing?”

Jax asks Abel, the knife going deeper into Lena’s stomach. She looked over to Juice to see if he was paying attention at all to what was happening and his face was now drained of color and you could see the beads of sweat developing on his forehead.

“Yeah, I was walking to the potty and saw them kissing on Juice’s bed. I closed the door that way nobody else saw them. That’s what you and mommy do at home.”

Happy pushes the chair out quickly, making the chair fall and everyone turning their attention to the 5 of them. Before Lena can even get up Happy already has Juice by his shirt, yanking him out of his seat and knocking Juice onto the floor.

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