#“I'll turn this car around young man!” type thing

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2 batteries away

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: if he can choose to spend time with someone else rather than you, daryl would do it. not because he hates you. he simply doesn't have any type of connection with you. and you are so young. but when rick demands that you join him on a scavenge hunt, he doesn't have much of a saying into it, and chooses to act unbothered. he also chooses to ignore the way you tease him the whole trip, your hips swaying just a bit more when walking than usual. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daryl dixon x female reader 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: alexandria, pre-negan 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: big age gap, reader is half daryl's age 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: voyeurism, masturbation, breath-play, subtle ddlg, toys, subtle dacryphilia

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i am on season ten of twd (my first time watching) and it feels like this man's clothes keep getting tighter and tighter each episode and i am so here for it. also the way his arms magically always glisten in the sun as he subtly flexes when the camera is on him? give me a break I BEG

Also I miss Rick very much 🥺

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"i have a special request. if i'm allowed to do that." a playful voice calls behind you.

you turn around, squinting. the sun is high up in the sky, and right in your eyes. you make out carol's short hair, and nod at her as a sign to keep speaking.

"i'm gonna need something i can make cookies or cakes with. hazelnut, chocolate, almonds,... you know. cake stuff." the woman smiles.

"i'm going out for ibuprofen and possibly viagra, not chocolate."

"viagra? for who?"

you chuckle under the cap rosita has given you, and try to subtly glance over at the man loading the car with weapons. he grunts, glaring at you and instantly shutting down the bullying party you wanted to start.

"i don't need no damn viagra." he slams the trunk door shut, and walks past you, intentionally pushing his shoulder into yours.

you fall a step back, holding in a laugh. carol has her hands on her hips, but her laugh isn't hidden. she knows daryl can't say anything to her.

"oh, come on. i know that you like to stay quiet and mysterious, but a little joking in hard times never hurt anybody." the woman defends you, scrunching her eyebrows at daryl.

"it's hurting me." he yells from the car, slamming the door shut.

"how am i supposed to survive this trip with him, ricky?" you complain, shoulders hanging with rising irritation with the situation.

"you survived a walker flooded prison with nothing but an axe before you found us on the other side, and you're telling me you can't survive a grumpy old man for a few hours?"

"thing is, i killed walkers. i cannot kill him. boo-hoo, the precious tracker. i also, when i see a footprint on the floor facing a certain way, know that someone is headed there. wild, right?"

rick pats your head, messing up the cap in the process just to tease you.

"bring me some shirts on the way back, i'm getting sick of these flannels. and get yourself something nice."

one would think that he gave you his credit card to buy him those shirts at the nearby mall. telling you to get yourself something nice, that idiot. the less fun truth is that you are headed towards a landfill two hours away from alexandria, in hopes of finding anything. glenn and morgan haven't had any luck for a few days now, so rick decided to change the route and the team. daryl and you, apparently, make a great one. that pain in the ass of a man.

"i'm leavin'. you stay and talk 'bout me all you wan'. i'm the one actually doin' something for this place."

"stuck up much? see," you open the car door, sitting inside annoyed, "with the viagra, you'd be a much more pleasant person to be around."

"enough with the damn viagra. fuck's the matter with you?"

"god, just start driving and drop me off somewhere in the middle of the road and i'll find my own shit from a different place. rick doesn't need to know."

"no," he simply responds, not sparing you a glance.

rick waves at you with a smile on his face, knowing damn well what he did putting the two of you together for such a long quest. he's so going to hear from you tonight. if you make it out alive while trying to kill daryl.

"so, what are you hoping to find? booze, peanut butter, new clothes? i'm starting to think you stapled those clothes to your body."

he says nothing, eyes focused on the road. you sigh. maybe you're the problem. you're poking him too much, knowing he has zero patience and doesn't very much like your company. you decide to keep quiet for the rest of the drive, only occasionally glancing over at him out of boredom.

you can't lie, he is an attractive man. you don't know why you're mean to him. he is gorgeous to you, your taste in older rugged men not failing you. you're surprised rick isn't the one you fell for. but next to daryl, he looks too... neat. daryl is just perfect. most of the time his deep raspy voice has you subconsciously rubbing and squeezing your thighs, led by a tingling sensation in your lower stomach. his clothes have recently gotten very tight on him, the buttons of his black shirt threatening to pop and give you a view of your lifetime. he has been working out a lot, you've seen him. fuck, not only have you seen him, you also stayed there, secretly snapping pictures with your polaroid your father had left you before disaster struck. you only had a few films left, yet no self control. something about seeing daryl all sweaty as he did push ups, grunting and almost moaning, thinking that nobody can see him, did things to you.

"wha'?" he asks, sensing your intense gaze.

you turn your head away, flushed. "nothin'."

"mmh."

he keeps it short and stern, and if your panties weren't drenched as your brain replayed the memory of his glistening arm muscles, you'd probably make a sassy remark. he raises an eyebrow, probably also wondering why you aren't being mean for so long now.

"shoes." he says after some time.

"what?" you ask, absent-mindedly staring into the tall trees and the walkers hidden among them.

"i'm hoping to find some shoes. it's gettin' hard to walk in these. i also hope i find sum more arrows."

you nod, surprised that he has actually graced you with an answer. you thought he'd say something like cigarettes or alcohol. you hated people who smoke. but daryl is an exception. he looks damn hot doing it.

"you?" he asks.

"well, new underwear would be nice. i ripped all my good panties, and let me tell you, these thongs are not apocalypse friendly."

"shit, girl, oversharing much?"

"what, you disgusted by female underwear?" you poke back, playfully.

"not female underwear. your underwear."

you're offended. you squint at him, and have to fight the urge to smack the back of his head.

"for your information, you don't look or smell all flowery and fresh yourself. i could use your hair to grease up carol's tray for her cakes. and your fingernails? they have their own ecosystem at this point."

and back to the bickering it is. he grunts again, furrowing his eyebrows. he secretly glances at his fingernails. indeed, they had a layer of dirt under them, but daryl thinks that he has bigger issues than some dirt that will get washed off anyway.

"oh, i also wish to find-"

"yeah, lost interest." the man interrupts. "also, for future conversations, you do not mention your... thongs... to people that are ol' enough to be your father."

ew.

ew.

ew.

he did not.

"what, is that how you see me? you could be my father?"

how utterly disappointing. there you were, sitting next to him, imagining him going feral between your legs, all while he is viewing you as his child. there goes your masturbating material for tonight.

"well the age fits the description."

"fuck you. seriously." you sigh, turning your body towards the window so you can fully ignore him.

arriving at the gates, you immediately notice a few things that you will be taking home. how foolish of you to not take a truck instead of the crusty old car.

"watch it." just as he says it, an arrow passes by your head, followed with a loud thud.

you don't have to look back to know that a walker had managed to sneak behind you, while you were foolish enough to stay swooning over his arms glistening in the sun with sweat.

"damn it, girl, i don' know what it is with you, but you gotta snap outta it. i can't keep saving ya ass."

"yes, dad." you reply, annoyed.

"hey." he calls, hand reaching to cup your jaw and turn your head towards him. "shut it before i make ya."

if it weren't for the feeling of his rough hand on your face and his raspy voice sending you a warning turning you on, you would've slapped him and told him not to touch you. but oh, you were going crazy inside. you found a new way to push his buttons, and you're going to have so much fun with it.

you walk behind him into the landfill, the smell of junk pinching your nose. daryl is also bothered by it, seeing his scrunched expression as he scanned the first piles of garbage.

"there." he points his crossbow a certain way.

you follow the invisible line, your eyes landing on what seemed to be several taped boxes. they could have three things inside: food, weapons, or traps. weird how nobody has discovered this place yet. or maybe they have, and they took all valuables already.

daryl doesn't wait for you. he makes his way towards the boxes, keeping his crossbow ready if something goes wrong. you, on the other hand, have tucked your knife safely and are walking around like there isn't walkers scratching at the fence, waiting to sink their teeth into your skull.

"dammit."

you hear rattling. you turn around, only to find the man kicking the boxes angrily. the can he has just thrown on the floor rolls up to your feet, and you crouch down to examine it. it is food, but expired. eating it would be like playing russian roulette.

"i mean, we can still... ya'know, take it with us. what happens happens."

"dixon, if i'm gonna die, i'm gonna die from a bullet or a bite. not from a rotten macaroni."

he raises an eyebrow at you, amused with your laid back attitude. he doesn't give you much attention, just silently walks next to you while scanning his side of the landfill.

"ah, sweet!" you cheer, running towards a pile.

"wha'?"

you almost trip over the broken wooden chairs, trying to get to a certain little box in the pile.

"the hell are ya doin'? we're losin' time!"

your eyes instinctively roll at his voice. you know he has nothing smart to say. finally reaching the box, you jump back on the floor, eagerly opening it. seeing that the item still has the foil sealed on it, you victoriously raise it in the air, cheering.

"you have made it a goal for yourself to die today, didn't ya?"

"nah, not anymore. i found something that will keep me occupied and will fuel my will to live a little longer."

you continue your way forward, leaving daryl to stare at the box you have discarded, trying to figure out what it is. but he has decided he has no time for your immaturity. he needs to ask rick to not ever put him with you on a hunt again. he's lost a lot of time already, and hasn't found a single thing to bring back.

"clothes." you point, the pile of fabric sitting on top of a garbage hill.

"you gonna go get 'em?"

"why would i go? you go."

"you wanted your... thongs... so, you go get that."

you scoff, setting the newly acquired item on the ground and slowly climbing up the hill.

"what is this, anyway?" his curiosity wins.

you sit on top of the pile, examining the clothes and discarding the ones with holes in them.your eyes dart to the man below you, and you chuckle when you see him crouch and take the item in his hand.

"it's a wand."

"wand?"

"yes."

"for?" he keeps pressing, his eyes never leaving the pink gadget.

"masturbating."

thud.

you look down, mortified. he better not break it.

"careful with that, what's the matter with you?!"

"you're fuckin' crazy, girl."

you silently mock him, sticking your tongue out at him and repeating his words with exaggerated face expressions. he really gets on your nerves. you gather the clothes you have found into a bed sheet, tying it up and putting it over your shoulder, then pick up the gadget from the floor. it seems alive, it didn't break. you only hope it works. you're young, inexperienced, surrounded by people that are either too young or too old for you. though, the old part never was a problem for you, it was for them.

feeling bored, you decide to keep poking him. he is just so grumpy, and silent. and inviting to irritate.

"so, dixon, you've never heard about one of these?" you wave the gadget in front of his face.

he spares you a glare, and continues walking.

"come on, we're talking. nobody's around. tell me, since all of this started, how many times have you even approached a girl? do you even mastu-"

"'m not in the mood to be picked on right now."

"i'm not picking on you. i promise. just trying to converse."

"you want to be useful? hold this. it's in my way." he throws his vest at you, now only wearing a tight black t-shirt.

you scowl at him, shoving his vest into your backpack.

"you're so fun to be around. i get why rick put us together."

he grunts, leaving you behind. rolling your eyes, you go down a different path, hoping to find something useful to all of alexandria and not just you. turning a few lefts, you find yourself standing in front of a little shed like structure. you bang on the door with your foot, and when hearing no growls, you bravely enter. it is dusty and dark, with a singular armchair and a few cupboards.

you open each one of them, happily shoving all the food you managed to find into your backpack, opening a protein bar along the way and chewing on the oats and dried fruits. you missed having those with yogurt for breakfast.

not only will carol be happy with the amount of nuts and flour you have found, rick will be proud of you. you might even ask for a reward when he sees the amount of canned tuna and jam you have found. you forgot what pancakes taste like.

after clearing the room, you peek out the window. daryl is in the distance, going through piles and kicking stuff out of his way, as if playing. you've collected way more than him, and the sun is at it's highest point. the shaded room seems like a perfect place to take a nap, or just rest your feet and ears from him.

you plop on the armchair like a star washed up on the shore. it feels so lonely lately. rick has michonne, carl has enid, rosita has her boytoys, even gabriel might be having more fun than you. as wrong as it was, you stay up listening to the noises coming across the street. they're loud, there's no way you could ignore them even if you wanted to. even rick had to step in and ask them to be quieter. but what is a problem to someone else is a solution for you. is it wrong to touch yourself while listening to someone else fucking? yes. but is it the only way that works for you? also yes.

you eye up the toy that peeks from the backpack, then glance out the window. daryl is busy with his crossbow, having found something that he could use on it.

fuck it.

you unbuckle your pants, not bothering to take off the panties. your fingers are quick to pop the batteries that come with the package in the gadget, and when the lid clicks, you admire it for a second. there it is, in all its glory. waiting to be abused every day by you, until you find a replacement. hopefully a softer and live one.

taking off the thin protective foil from the head, you position yourself on the armchair. you glance at the window again, carefully monitoring daryl. now, if you thought that eavesdropping and touching yourself was bad, what was this? watching daryl's fingers work on his crossbow, arms glistening in the sun, all while the pink toy softly vibrates on your pulsating clit.

you sigh at the newfound pleasure, rubbing the toy up and down your slit, while your eyes stay focused on the man unaware of your situation. he probably even forgot about you. or is thankful that you have left him alone. even better for you. you get to be a pervert without him ever knowing.

you arch your back, throwing your head on the backrest as you focus on chasing the release. it's been awhile, it won't take you long. your eyes open again, just enough to see if the man is still in his spot. your fingers change the vibration strength on the gadget, and instantly, you gasp. it is so intense, and so much, but you don't want it to stop. this thing is your new best friend, you better get used to it.

something else peeks out of the backpack, the leather catching your attention and giving you an idea. like an animal in heat, you grab the vest, burying your nose into it and spreading your legs further. daryl's scent takes over your senses, making you lose control and become a moaning mess. you are getting wetter by the second, the toy now slipping up and down your slit with ease and giving you maximum pleasure.

"fuck- daryl-" you can't help but gasp, enveloped in his manly scent and fabric.

your hips hopelessly rub against the toy, chasing and chasing after something that isn't quite getting closer, even though it feels like it.

"the hell?"

your eyes widen at the interruption. you drop the vest in your lap, hiding the crime scene from him. the man stands at the door, expression unreadable. yours is one of horrified mixed with desire, the way he stares down at you angrily sending arrows to your core.

"daryl- i- did you, uh, find anything?" you try to play it off, foolishly.

"yeah. i found an animal in heat it seems. couldn't wait for alexandria to do that shit?"

"I-"

"is that my vest?"

he slams the door shut, leaving you two in darkness. you gulp, moving the gadget from your core and letting your panties fall back in place.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry-" you stutter, failing to put a sentence together while he intensely glares at you.

"ya ain't sorry." he grunts. "ya know why i despise being around your ass? you're inappropriate."

"no, look," you try, but he points a finger at your face, making you close your mouth.

your eyes burn, tears announcing their arrival.

"it's not like that-"

"shut up, dammit! i'm talkin' now! do you have any idea in how many uncomfortable situations you've  put me? all those snarky dirty comments, all that flirting, now this? do you understand what that does to me?!"

he's yelling, frustrated and angry with you. but why are you getting wetter? why can't you think rationally? he is scolding you for being inappropriate, and you continue to be even more inappropriate by sexualising simple yelling. not your fault he looks damn hot while he does it, though.

"you're- you're half my age. i can't allow myself to play your games, no matter how tempting."

what?

"what will alexandria think? they already have no good opinion on me. engaging with someone half my age the way you want me to engage is- it is a horrible idea. i'll be out faster than i was in."

silence swallows the room. you still lay on the armchair, half naked with his vest covering you. he paces around the room, fingers running through his hair as he tries to gather his thoughts. you think whether it's time to finally say something, but you wait another moment. you need to gather your thoughts too.

tempting, he said. so he thought about it too. he saw past your jokes, and has been controlling himself so well. if only you knew what it would take to shatter that control, even for just a moment.

"since when do you care what other people think?" you start.

"since rick chose to trust me."

you hum, understanding.

"listen-"

"so you've been thinking about it." you're the one to interrupt now.

his head snaps up, looking at you with his eyebrow raised, as if asking you where you're going with that statement.

"there's nothing wrong with it. it's not like we're getting married or something."

"i'm older than you. way older than you."

"so?"

"i could be your father."

"if you say that word to me one more time i swear i will turn this landfill upside down to find another sex toy to shove up your asshole."

"why do you get so triggered by it?"

you roll your eyes, looking anywhere but at him. you press your thighs together, missing the warmth and buzzing from earlier. fun killer.

"because."

"why?"

"doesn't matter."

"tell me," he presses further.

you finally look at him, frustrated. "because i have fucking daddy issues and the thought of you being so much older than me turns me on. there."

you get up from the armchair, putting his vest on so that you can cover yourself. it almost reaches your knees, hiding your body from his gaze. he says nothing, and does nothing for a few moments. you have your back turned to him, hands resting on the counter of the half chipped kitchen cabinet. your head hangs low with embarrassment from the confession that just left your mouth.

tears stream down your cheeks, luckily hidden by your hair. but daryl doesn't miss the little sniff that comes your way. he sighs, then paces around the place a little more. when you don't hear him anymore, and finally face the fact that nothing will be the same with him anymore, you dare turn around. you almost gasp when you come face to face with him, his chest pressing against yours.

"wha- what are you-"

"shh..." he hushes you, eyes roaming your face.

you aren't sure what to do, or what he wants to do. if he tries to comfort you by giving you a hug, you will break down. and you will never face him again. you thought it was only sexual, but the way he looks at you and hushes you as you cry is awakening new emotions inside of you. ones that you will push down for now, because it is not the time.

"daryl, i'm sorry." you hiccup, genuinely feeling sorry for ruining whatever you had with him.

you feel his hands on the back of your thighs, and before you can react, he picks you up and places you on the counter. you instinctively spread your legs, letting him in closer.

"don't be. or else i might regret this."

you look at him doe eyed as he places his hand on your neck, gently holding you just beneath your jaw and softly pressing into the sides of it. he brings his head close to you, eyes half closed as he stares at your lips.

"daryl." you whisper, not sure of this anymore.

"just hush."

and with that, he presses his lips into yours, softly moving them with rhythm only known to the two of you. his other hand caresses your thigh, then creeps to your bottom and pulls you to the edge of the counter, enough to have your crotch press against his.

you can taste your tears while you kiss him, and he probably can too. he doesn't say anything, hell, you even feel him twitch between your legs. you grind on him, unable to control yourself. it is different than the wand. it's warm, and it responds back. it's better.

"hey," you call, slowly pulling away. "i don't want you to do this because you feel sorry for me or something like that. are you doing it because of that?"

"nah."

before you can continue bombarding him with questions and overthinking, he places his lips back on yours, this time a little rougher than before. you open your mouth, tongue eager to taste him properly. and fuck, he tastes good. you hated cigarettes and alcohol, but from his mouth, you adore it. you finally give in, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him impossibly close. finally.

it doesn't take long for him to have you whining and grinding on him, wanting more than just kissing and thigh grabbing and occasional choking. you beg into his mouth, quietly at first, but with each kiss he gives you, you become louder and more demanding.

"touch me, please, please, please," you're desperate.

he smiles, for the first time in a while, and snakes his hands under your top. you hurriedly take off the vest and the top, to make it easier for him, but he pulls his vest back on your body. you are now wearing nothing but panties and the leather vest, making daryl incredibly impatient.

"ya just needed some attention, didn't ya?" he kisses your neck, his hand cupping your breast and thumb playing with the hard nub. "some sense fucked into ya to shut that mouth."

for someone that almost never talks, he is quite the talker now. and you can't complain, when his words have you clenching around nothing down there.

"needed someone older to take care of ya."

you moan at his words, spreading your legs further and raising your hips into his crotch. his hand reaches down to your panties, landing a light slap on your clothed clit as a warning. there's growling outside of the shed, but not enough to make you care. you'll get what you want, and no amount of walkers will stop you, even if it'll be your last.

daryl moves your panties aside, pulling away from you to see you. he hums, thumb coming to contact with your clit and circling it a few times. you shake under his touch, throwing your head back. it isn't something you haven't done before, but the touch is foreign, and different. his fingers are rough and big, an opposite of the soft flesh of your clit. he rubs your slit up and down, enough to smear your arousal so he can touch you better.

"fuck..." you trail, grabbing the edges of the counter and digging your nails into the hard surface.

"didn't find a boy your age to open you up?"

you shake your head. he hums again, fingers now circling your tight entrance.

"that's a shame, then. i'm gonna have to take my time with you."

"what? why?" you ask, disappointed.

"i'd split you in half, little one."

every word in that sentence sent arrows to your core. fuck, just how big is he?

"then, what are we doing?"

he turns around, leaving you yearning for his touch while he grabs your discarded toy from the armchair.

"you share toys?"

"sometimes."

"good."

he pulls himself out from his pants, and you are left with your jaw dropped. it fuels his confidence, the way you're staring at him as he rubs himself up and down. he isn't big. he's huge.

"daryl, how will that fit in me?" you ask, actually concerned.

"it'll take a little time. i'll train ya, and you'll take it like a good girl, the way i teach ya. but ya have to start listening to me and stop pissing me off."

nodding eagerly, you push your hips towards his hands, searching for his touch again.

he turns the gadget on, pressing it against your clit. you moan out loud, grinding on the buzzing toy and sliding with ease. you hear him grunt, and even a quiet moan. your eyes drop to the situation between your legs, and when you see him pressing his cock to the gadget, you swear you could squirt all over him. he rocks his hips with yours, pushing you up against the wall and grunting in your mouth, just like you moan into his. he doesn't break eye contact with you, instead getting off on it.

"i'm gonna cum, daryl." you whine, hands reaching into his hair to pull.

"give me a second."

you'd give him two if he wanted. you try your hardest to focus on not yet cumming, but the way he sweats and grunts for you doesn't make it easy.

"daryl-" you warn, moans becoming high pitched and inviting the walkers around the shed.

he sticks two fingers in your mouth, keeping you silent and helping himself get closer. you only needed to swirl your tongue around him a few time and take him all the way to his knuckles to have him moaning and cumming all over your stomach, rubbing the toy up and down in a sloppy pace.

you follow, pleasure washing over your body along with a thin layer of sweat, the sight of his seed on you making it more intense. you are dehydrated, hot and filthy. and you love it, because he is the same. you'd be like that every day, if it meant getting him the way you just had him.

"you didn't have to..." you say as he helps you dress up, wiping his seed from you with his bandana and discarding it.

"i wanted to. before, today, too."

"you sure?"

"yes."

you nod. he sees that you are not convinced, and he sighs. he pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"i rarely regret my actions. trust me."

"yeah, well, i hope i'll get more of these actions you speak of."

he chuckles, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"you know, for someone who just came all over me, it's weird to see you so sentimental and comforting."

you don't even finish the sentence, he already playfully throws the bandana at you, rushing outside to hide his smile and to hide from your attempt at attacking.

"oh, you- you- you asshole!"

"right back at ya."

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yippie! my first twd oneshot, idk how to feel about it lol. had this in the drafts for a while now. feel free to send feedback, doesn’t matter if it is good or bad 🩷

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 COUNTRY ISN'T BAD ; SCHLATT

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genre; tooth rotting fluff

type; drabble

a/n; this is a female reader! also, look. i'm from the south, i like country music, let me fulfill my cute little fantasy. i thought this was absolutely ADORABLE. btw, this fic is inspired by a couple songs. crazy girl by eli young band, and do i by luke bryan.

read below!

Ever since Jay moved to Texas, he quickly realized most radio stations tend to play country. Whether that be modern country, 90's country, or 2000's country, it was almost all country music. Jay isn't normally the type to actively listen to that kind of stuff, so he skimmed past the channels trying to find anything else.

This morning, Jay left you in bed alone to go run some errands. You knew that he was leaving early the night before, so you kept sleeping when he left. When Jay got in the car, he was far too tired to bother flipping through channels to find music he liked. He left it on a 2000's country channel, much to his dismay.

About an hour into the road trip, some of these songs got him thinking. Specifically, about you. The lyrics weren't all about tractors and beer, the songs he heard were.. genuinely sweet. Talking about how they love their girlfriends and wives, and how beautiful they look with no makeup, or how they wish they knew how their girlfriend was when they weren't there.

It was a bit later in the day, around lunchtime, and Jay was still out running errands. He decided to call you. He pressed your contact, and after a couple rings, you picked up. "Hey, baby." He smiled as you answered.

"Hey! How's your day been without me, huh?" He sounded a bit cocky, which was usual.

"Oh, it's been fine. Gonna be honest, pretty lonely. There's no one here to make me the best sandwich ever for lunch." You sighed. He chuckled a bit, "Aw, poor thing. I'll be home soon, I'm about 30 minutes out," He paused, thinking. "Y'know I love you?"

You swallowed, "Well, yeah, I sure hope so. We do have a house together.. And pets." He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you soon, alright babe?" You smiled, "Okay, bye hon."

After you hung up the phone, he shoved his phone in his back pocket and made his way to his car to drive home to you. Of course, with more country music.

One specific song came on, apparently called 'Crazy Girl'. It really, really reminded Jay of you. The song went on about the girl being self conscious in the relationship, thinking the man would leave her. He goes on to comfort her and tell her she's wrong. Was he.. Was Jay crying? Over a country song? No way. He needed to get home.

After what seemed like an agonizingly long car ride, he finally made it home to you. His girl. He hopped out the car, locking it and making his way to the front door. "Baby! Sugar?" He smiled as he hung his keys on the hook by the door. You turned the corner, "Jay! You're in a really good mood," You smiled into his chest as you hugged him, "What's got you feeling so happy?"

"Country music." You scoffed, almost laughing. "No way, you? You listened to country music today?" He nodded, "Yeah, I did. It's all that was on the radio, sugar." You looked to the side, then back up at Jay. "Oookay.. Were you.. crying?" You noticed the red on his cheeks, and that his face was also a bit puffy.

"What? No! What a stupid assumption." He shrugged it off. You sighed, "You're telling me why you cried later, mister."

It was around 10pm now, both of you lying in bed together. "So, Jay?" He turned over, humming in response. "Why were you crying on the way home? Tell me or else." He sighed, "Okay, okay. I.. heard this stupid country song and it really reminded me of you. It was about this insecure girl," You paused him, "Woah, okay, rude." He shook his head, "No, stupid! Let me finish!"

He continued on about what the song was about, and you almost started crying. "Oh, Jay.. That's.. that's actually really sweet." He hugged you close to his warm chest, "I love you so much. You know that?" You nodded, burrowing into his neck. "Of course I do."

Jay softly hummed, then spoke, "Maybe country music isn't that bad."

#alex's writing #jschlatt #schlatt #mcyt #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt comfort #mcyt fluff #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt comfort #schlatt comfort #schlatt fluff

[bunny-eats-fox]

about first times

miyamura izumi warnings: jealous reader ; sex/18+/SMUT; ends in fluff wc: 3,2k an: this was a request! and while I am rather "meh" regarding them, like i do them when i like them sort of thing, i couldn't say not to his prompt! thank u 🫶 request: "Hey, okay? I don't know if you accept requests.... if so, could you write something for Miyamura, where the reader is jealous of him with Hori? (If you can write some hot stuff too... )Thanks!!"

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"I'm here"

When this notification popped up, you couldn't stop your lips from curving into a smile.

"I'll quickly finish up, I'll be down in 10! O((>ω< ))o" That's what you hastily typed before you turned back to your laptop screen.

After another 5 minutes, you had finally finished draft number three of the new contract your firm was about to conclude. It was a big responsibility for you, your biggest yet, but you were thankful for the chance, hence overtime was sometimes inevitable. Since it was 100% compensated and, thankfully, not too often you had to stay late, you didn't mind that much. Especially because your boyfriend of three years was ever so kind to pick you up then. That way you were home just a little bit earlier.

When you finally packed your bag, you hurried out of your office into the elevator. Excited for that Thursday to have ended, and thus the weekend being only one more day away, you rushed out of the elevator once it hit ground floor. 

However, the swift clicking of your heels against the tile flooring suddenly fell silent once you stopped abruptly in your track. Through the big glass windows of the lobby you saw Izumi… and his ex. 

It wasn't like you hated Hori or anything; especially since she hadn't been in contact with Miyamura for over 4 years (according to him). There was no reason for you to hide, rather the opposite. You would go out there and confidently greet her.

However, as you wanted to start walking again, you stopped when you saw your boyfriend and Hori laughing. A sting in your heart made you gulp and clutch your bag a tad bit tighter. It wasn't even the polite little laugh one did to not make such a meeting awkward, no - it was a tummy clutching hearty laughter that had Miyamura and Hori bend forwards. 

The twinge of jealousy you suddenly felt stopped you completely for a moment. You knew there wasn't a reason for you to get jealous. It was admirable to be on good terms with your ex-lover. Plus, you trusted Izumi. 

Yet, when she finally waved and left, you released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Hopefully, you can quickly get over that weird tenseness that had now filled your body after you had witnessed that. 

As you finally wanted to get out of your office, you stopped once more. 

"(Y/n)-san, good work today."

"Tachibana-san!", you bowed lightly and then smiled at him, "Good work today, Tachibana-san."

Your boss, a handsome 27-year old, held you back from leaving for just a little longer. Though, as you happily told him about the progress you had made regarding the new contract, you were oblivious to the fact that the young man had put his hand on your back. Too engrossed in the conversation, you didn't realize and only when he excused himself after wishing you a good evening, you thought you had felt something slide down your back to your hips. Though, as it was gone, you didn't think about it further. 

Instead, you finally left the building after your boss and rushed to your lover.

"I'm so sorry you had to wait, Izumi!" You openly hugged him and your boyfriend immediately put his arms around you as well. 

"No, don't worry about it. You've worked hard.", he smiled and then kissed your forehead.

Everything was okay. You hoped you quickly forgot what you had seen today as you got into the car and drove back to your shared apartment.

#

After dinner and your usual night routine, you sat on your bed together with him as you moisturized your legs. Even though you were a little… miffed he didn't tell you about Hori, you hoped you didn't show it. There was no reason to get emotional about that. They just had a good laugh together, nothing more.

Though, everything went wrong when he suddenly started, "So… who was the man you were talking to?" 

"Hm?" You were honestly surprised as you looked at him in confusion.

"You know, the dark haired, good looking one before you came out.", he specified. 

"Ohh…", somehow you didn't like his tone, "That was my boss."

"Pretty young for someone leading such a big firm." Izumi didn't look at you as he rummaged through his nightstand.

"Yeah… his father died last year so he unexpectedly had to take over. He is really nice though and hard working."

The mood was, for whatever reason, a little tense.

"Hah yeah I can see he is really working hard to flirt with his subordinates."

"Excuse me?", you raised an eyebrow. 

"(Y/n), I saw you and him." Izumi finally turned to you. "His hand was on your back and he was super close, too."

You scoffed speechlessly and just looked at him as if he was the crazy one. 

"He was being friendly?" Why did you defend your boss? It was true that you had felt something, so it was Tachibana's hand? 

"Friendly?? Right, because when I am friendly I touch someone like that.", Izumi clicked his tongue and then turned around to lay down, "Whatever."

When he turned his back to you, you couldn't hold back any longer, "No, I know. When you are being friendly, you just laugh hysterically with your ex, right? Must have been a reeeally fun conversation you had with her."

Finally, Miyamura turned around again and looked at you utterly surprised.

"That's right. I saw you too. And you didn't even tell me you met Hori today." After you had desperately tried to keep your cool, it was finally over as tears sprung to your eyes. Goodness, when will you learn not to cry in conversations like these?

"So don't get all huffy now telling me my boss is flirting with me when you have the greatest fucking time with your ex just outside my damn office.", you choked on the last words a little and then threw a pillow into his face.

"Ah, (Y/n)-"

"Shut up! I'm going to sleep!", you yelled before you turned around and slipped under your warm blanket, your back facing your boyfriend.

And all Izumi could do was listen to the light sniffles and watch your trembling form underneath the blanket as he lay back himself, wondering why he was such an idiot. 

#

The next day, you and him didn't talk. Still miffed, you put on your heels before you grabbed your bag. Honestly, you would have just left without saying anything, but Izumi had something different in mind when he came to the front door. At first, you ignored him, though he didn't really care about that as he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. For just a few seconds, you felt his soft lips on yours, leaving you speechless for a moment.

"See you later. Come home safely.", he said like all the days prior as he pushed your lunch bag into your hands.. 

"Mh…thanks, you too… Love you.", you then mumbled loud enough and quickly walked out the door, though you still heard his "Love you too" before it closed fully.

With a loudly thumping heart, you walked to the bus station, undoubtedly happy about what he did. It certainly made you realize that you would have made a grand mistake walking out the house like that. Life truly was unpredictable and leaving the house without a single goodbye or loving word was not right. Despite your little fight, Izumi still knew that.

You were so embarrassed right now for acting that childish that you were glad the bus came quickly just so could hide in a corner and truly reflect on your little quarrel.

#

When you finally were able to eat your lunch, you just wanted a quiet moment to yourself, however…

"(Y/n)-san!)", a cheerful voice called out to you and you watched your boss approaching you.

"(Y/n)-san, you didn't eat your lunch yet?", though he didn't give you a chance to answer, "So, I thought I'd ask if you'd like to join today?" Tachibana reached out his hand and squeezed your shoulder.

That's when it finally clicked: Izumi was right. Your boss was shamelessly flirting with you - and that in front of everyone too!

"I'm so sorry, Tachibana-san thank you for the invitation, but I've been looking forward to eating my boyfriend's bento since he gave it to me this morning.", you politely said with a smile, but deliberately mentioned Miyamura, hoping he would get the hint as you also politely, but firmly, pushed his hand away from your shoulder.

Tachibana's face slightly derailed, but he swiftly had his composure back as he forced a smile and nodded. 

"Of course… Then, if you'll excuse me.", he still smiled before he walked off.

Sighing, you turned back to your desk. Thankfully, your coworkers didn't say anything (to your face at least) as you opened your lunch bag. Every day, even though he had to work himself, he got up and made you a bento.

You felt the tears already, but you didn't want to cry while you stuffed your face with Miyamura's cooking.  

You felt even more horrible about what had happened. Especially because he was totally right, your boss did flirt with you and you just showed him your nasty side by being jealous. Even though you did trust Izumi, you really did. It was just… whenever you saw Hori, you got reminded of the fact that she got all of Izumi's first times. Because for you, Izumi was your first everything. You met when you were 20 and while he had experienced all those "first times" already, you hadn't even romantically held hands with someone before that. So sometimes you wondered if he didn't regret splitting with his "first love", especially because you had heard from a young age that “the first love was like no other love, it can never be forgotten” and stuff like that. Hence why it made you insecure sometimes that he would want to go back to his first love where he got to experienced all those other firsts as well…

"I have to apologize… no matter what…that was childish of me.", you mumbled to yourself once you finished your delicious lunch.

With new motivation and determination, you went back to work.

#

With a deep sigh, you got ready to finally leave the office. Even though you got off on time, the thought of using public transportation made you grumble. Usually, you might have ended up calling Izumi to pick you up, since he usually closed the shop for the day at that point, however, that wasn't an option now. Not after you left like that this morning.

Though, when you stepped out of the elevator and walked to the big front entrance, you saw a familiar silhouette through the glasses of the door and windows. Even though Tachibana came around the corner just in that moment and called for you, you didn't even realize. Too fixated, you rushed past him, your heels frantically clicking on the tile flooring as you pushed the doors open and…

Indeed, Izumi leaned against the car and waited for you. Once he looked up, a smile adorned his face and that's when you ran the last few meters just to throw yourself at him.

"I'm sorry. I was a jealous idiot and you were right about Tachib-" However, Izumi interrupted you when his hands gently tilted back your head so he could silence you with a kiss.

"I’m sorry too. I should have brought it up differently. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you about-" It was your time to silence him with a kiss, before you shook your head.

"It's fine. Really."

Then you hugged each other tightly. Izumi, nor you cared about the fact that you stood right in front of your office building and in the middle of the streets. Rather…when Miyamura just glanced into the building's direction, he saw your boss; he stood at the front windows, watching you two. It took everything in Izumi to not do anything inappropriate, so he just resumed to hugging you tighter and kissing your cute little side profile. If your boss ever touched you again, he might not have been so tame though.

#

With tangled mouths, Izumi somehow managed to open your shared apartment door so he could pull you inside in a haste. Clumsily, you both stumbled through the entrance, mouths never apart as he swiftly kicked the door close. A muffled moan escaped your lips when your boyfriend pushed you against the now closed door. Though, you didn't resist, rather, you pulled him in even closer, your tongues entwined as his hands roamed your body. 

Izumi didn't even bother to open your blazer or blouse, instead, he opened the zipper of your pencil skirt and in one motion, he pulled it down so it pooled around your ankles.  You didn't even have time to take off your pumps had he already grabbed your leg and pulled it up.

"Is it okay?", he asked breathlessly, which only elicited a small giggle from you.

"Mmn." You nodded and hummed approvingly, your hands already working on the zipper of his jeans.

That was all Izumi needed. Once his own pants and boxers pooled somewhere around his knees, he needily pushed your underwear to the side (because he really couldn't be bothered to pull it down). 

With your help, he guided his aching cock into your dripping core, eliciting moans and grunts from you both. Miyamura filled you just the right way that it made you tremble. 

"Fuck… you're so wet. It's so good.", your boyfriend grunted between gritted teeth. And you could just whimper in agreement as he started thrusting relentlessly without letting you catch your breath for a moment. 

All you could do was grab onto him as Izumi moved his hips desperately and hard, grinding against that deepest spot inside you. Your back hit the apartment door and you were pretty sure neighbors could hear your moaning, despite your efforts to muffle it by burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Izumi!! Izum- nghhgg, d-don't…I…", you tried to get through to your boyfriend and he did stop relentlessly attacking your g-spot for a second.

"Does it hurt?", he asked in between heavy gasps holding you firmly pushed against the door. Yet, he gently kissed the side of head, his voice full of concern when he whispered, "Want me to stop?"

Though you just shook your head and hugged him even tighter (if that was even possible), "N-no it just…feels too good…my voice…will- MNGHG!", you harshly bit your lip when Izumi angled his hips a certain way to thrust deeply into you.

"You're so cute.", he whispered, though a small smirk played around his lips which made you pout. And then, he was back to burying himself over and over into your dripping pussy. The noises from your needy and desperate love-making were loud and so erotic.

Even though you were embarrassed that you stood at the front door, going at it like rabbits, there was also something inside you that didn't care if anyone would hear. Right now, all you were capable of doing was to hang onto him and let that bliss sweep you both away.

#

"Haaahhh~", you let out a blissful sigh while you relaxed against him. Even though it was pretty crammed in the small bathtub, neither of you cared.

Compared to yesterday, it was a comfortable silence as you cuddled together. As Izumi littered kisses all over your shoulder and neck, your thoughts once again drifted back to how you felt yesterday and how unnecessary that stupid fight was.

"Izumi?"

"Mmn?"

"About yesterday…I really am sorry. You know, it's not that I don't trust you. It's just.. ", you fiddled with your fingers trying to find the right words. Thankfully, he waited for you and just squeezed your thigh gently.

"It's just, uhhmm, you know, sometimes I…I get kinda jealous thinking about how Hori was your first everything and…  that she got to have that all. I just wish I could have gotten to know you sooner and experience that with you …Ahhh just saying it out loud, it sounds so stupid. I'm really sorry." You shyly moaned at the end and buried your face in your hands.

For a moment, Miyamura didn't say anything, before a gentle laugh was heard. Squeezing you just a tad bit tighter, he nuzzled his head against your own before he said, "You're seriously adorable, (Y/n)."

"Mmmnnn don't say that… I'm really stupid.", you mumbled, though Izumi shook his head with a little chuckle.

"There is really nothing to worry about, (Y/n). She might have had a few of my first times, but definitely not all of them. The first time I'm living together with someone besides my parents, is with you. I’ve also never made a bento for someone before, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw how hard you were working and I love that you always compliment my cooking, it’s my little treasure.", he giggled and kissed the back of your hands until you finally lowered them so his beautiful blue eyes could stare directly into your soul, "And there are still many firsts to come…even now…”

"Eh? Wha-?" 

Though before you could even say anything else, his hand touched your cheek and pulled you in really close before he whispered in your ear, "Aishiteru."

When Izumi rose again, the look on your face was priceless. Your beautiful eyes opened wide, mouth opened in disbelief and the sudden heat from your cheek transmitted onto the palm of his hand made his heart jump in response.

You were truly speechless for a moment, but also so incredibly happy. Hence why you just couldn’t stop the tears from blurring your vision. Without hesitation, you hugged him tightly and so suddenly that the water in the tub overflowed, though you both didn’t care when you held each other close.

And then, you returned those words.

Just like that, Izumi’s cheeks also turned a cute shade of red as he quickly buried his face in the crook of your neck. Even though he just said it himself, hearing it back from the one he loved the most was truly… exhilarating and even Izumi had to fight back those tears of happiness.

That surely was a “first time” you didn’t even think about receiving any time soon, but it only made your heart melt more, knowing that you were the first in his life to hear those special words. And it wasn’t any different for Miyamura himself, because he had felt the urge to tell you for quite a while now, but never knew when and he didn’t just want to randomly say it one day. Though, it couldn’t have been a better timing than this. Because even if there were some bad days, at the end of it, you could be sure that the love you had for each other was like no other and there were still many first he wanted to experience together with you.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up in nsfw scenarios ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;

#izumi miyamura #miyamura x reader #izumi x reader #smut #horimiya

[cceanvvaves]

ghost; y.jy

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: car accident (idk if this counts)

Jeongyeon grumbled into her newspaper, muttering something about "stupid politics" and "where's the damn comics?". She was so immersed in it that she almost didn't notice the small boy waiting patiently for her. Once she did, though, she let out a sort of startled squeak.

The boy was still young, yet there was no sign of a parent or guardian around. In his hands, a basket of roses lay, waiting to be sold. "Would you like one, miss?" His voice was squeaky, his round, bright eyes full of innocence despite the faded, raggedy clothes he wore.

Jeongyeon had no use for roses at the moment, but she felt bad for this kid. He shouldn't be out in the streets at this age. No one should. "Alright," she said. "I'll have the lot."

There were maybe a dozen, enough for a bouquet, though she's not sure where she could put it. However, her body is flooded with happiness at the way the little boy's eyes shone with gratitude while accepting payment. Before he left, she called out to him. "Hey, wait." She picked up the bag of bread and muffins beside her and held it out to him. "Have one for yourself and give the rest to your family. Go home now, it's not safe for kids like you to be out this late."

The boy mumbled out a shy thank you and left. Jeongyeon smiled at the way he happily chewed on a muffin. It dropped slowly when she remembered the bouquet of roses on her lap.

Her worries were washed away when she saw a young man. On a date, she assumed, based on him being dressed-up. "Excuse me," she called out to him, and he turned, confused. "Are you.. are you seeing someone?"

What a weird question to ask a stranger, Jeongyeon scolded herself. But the man brightened up. "Yes, actually. That's my girlfriend over there..." He pointed, and Jeongyeon nodded. "Listen, why don't you give her these roses? I'm sure she'd like that, and I've no need for them anyway."

"Oh, no!" The man's eyes widened. "I-I can't do that! They're yours, miss-" Jeongyeon chuckled. She handed him the bouquet and patted his back. "Good luck."

She watched him secretly over the top of her newspaper. The man said something and revealed the flowers, causing the girl to squeal and wrap him in a hug. Jeongyeon smiled, though it was bittersweet. She could've been like that couple: so young and dumb and lovesick. She could be giggling like a fool with hearts in her eyes. But.. oh, well.

With a sigh, she lowered her gaze to the sudoku puzzles.

You were her world. Everything she does is about you, for you, towards you. She's like an obedient puppy who follows her master everywhere, ears perking up each time you are mentioned. She talks to and about you every chance she gets, manages to slip you into every conversation. She listens, because God your voice was so perfect, it had a unique tone and it was yours.

Her body melts every time she senses your presence, every time your familiar scent invades her nostrils. She teases you just so she could see that cute pout of yours then attempts to wipe it off with a lame joke you couldn't help but laugh at. She'd pull you aside and make sure you've eaten and drank water, that you've taken your vitamins, and then she'd ask about your day and be your shoulder to lean on if it was bad. She'd hold you and touch you and kiss you and it's just so weird because she wasn't even the touchy type. It's probably a bad thing that she revolves everything around you like a planet to your sun but damn, she's never even thought about it in a negative way. All she knows is that she loves you, so, so much.

"Screw those, Jeongie," you'd say, and then you'd pull her away from that sudoku puzzle she's been staring at for hours and to her bed and she'd protest because really, she needed to finish but once your lips are on hers her mind just blanks.

"We'll get caught," you mutter but the mischievous sparkle in your eyes suggests that you wouldn't care. Jeongyeon scoffs, her arms keeping you trapped against the sinks. "So what?" And you'd retort "Can't even bring me inside a stall, huh." But you wrap your arms around her anyway.

And then you were curled up against her in front of the television, caressing her knuckles with the pad of your thumb. And you look at her and voice out your ideas of the future with her and she looks back at you with those soft, loving eyes.

Jeongyeon didn't even notice the tears running down her face until she saw the blotches of smudged ink on her newspaper. How long has she sat there, thinking of the past and looking like an idiot? The sky was dark now, so she decided to head back. Alone.

But when she reached her house - not home. You were her home. - she was allowed to think again. So she thought of you.

You weren't a Twice member, but you might as well have been. Every day was spent with the girls: talking and laughing and sometimes even learning their songs. Really, the girls adored you and Jeongyeon was surprised because how did Dispatch not suspect anything? Except she slowly regretted it, because now she won't have a chance to show you off anymore.

She remembered the day as vividly as the day you two got together. The group was on their way to the last concert venue of their tour, and she was so excited and was waiting for you to arrive but you never did. The manager only looked at her with sad eyes and the news written on her phone almost broke her.

It was a message from some hospital saying that you were involved in a car accident and that they'd tried to do everything but you didn't pull through and that they were very sorry. Jeongyeon remembered feeling numb. So numb because she couldn't process it, couldn't understand like how could you just be gone?

She'd denied it, said it must've been a horrible prank and her brain must've blanked out because the next thing she knew, she was in front of the producer. Nothing stayed in her mind until the last performance, her heart aching because this would be her last stage, her last song, her last bow. The time would soon come when she would say "This has been Twice's Jeongyeon. Thank you."

And she felt guilty: guilty because she let her fans down, guilty because she ruined her members' dreams, guilty because she couldn't save you. If only she'd insisted you ride in the same van as her, if only she were in your place then this wouldn't have happened.

Jeongyeon remembered the headlines following, saying that Twice would go on hiatus until they fully disbanded or decided to come back. She remembered how disappointed she knew you would be, throwing her dreams away just because you-

Oh, God. Why was she on the floor? Why was it so hard to breathe?

It's been five years, Jeongyeon thought to herself. Get yourself together.

Exactly. Y/N would be so disappointed in you, crawling around like this, the other half of her brain hissed. The voice in her head adopted your voice. What are you doing with your life, Yoo Jeongyeon? You used to be on top of the world.

Jeongyeon tried to stifle a sob. Why is this happening to me?

She expected more insults and degradations to come from your voice in her head, but instead it was replaced by softer, kinder words. I love you, Yoo Jeongyeon. Whatever this is, you can get through it. I'm always her for you, waiting until it's your turn.

Her eyes landed on the phone on the floor. They probably miss you. You know you do.

So Jeongyeon sucked back her tears and wiped her nose and picked up the small device. She couldn't call the youngsters. Even if they've grown older and wiser, she doesn't have the heart to worry them.

Not Nayeon. That girl would be too worried, would ask too many questions.

She thought for a bit more and..

"Hello?" A familiar voice came from the other line. Jeongyeon almost broke down again. Her voice was shaky when she replied. "Jihyo."

Silence. Was Jihyo okay? "Jeongyeon." She sounded relieved. "It's been a while."

It really has, Jeongyon mentally agreed. I've been so distant for five years.

"You need anything?"

Jeongyeon smiled. "Yeah. Can you call the other girls? There's a few things I want to talk about."

Jihyo paused. "Okay. And, Jeongyeon?"

"Yeah?"

"We've missed you." The younger woman hung up before she could reply, but she felt as if a weight had been lifted off her chest.

Maybe Twice could still be one.

Maybe she could feel whole again.

#gn!reader #twice #jeongyeon #jeongyeon x reader #bittersweet #lost love #twice imagines

[veysxrge]

The Voice I Hear (M.R)

word count: 8.7k+

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of car crashes, sad boy Thomas

pairings: Thomas x Newt (romantic)

AU: Soulmate AU: Where you hear your soulmates voice in your head when you’re at your lowest.

I am very American, so please if anyone has any suggestions on how to update how I wrote Newt talking please comment!! I looked up British English slang and tried to incorporate it but I want to know if I used anything wrong :)

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Thomas had always had it all, the track star at his school, the relationship that everyone would die for with the head cheerleader Teresa Agnes. His parents were very well off and always loved him and his younger brother with all of their heart.

So in result, he had never heard his soulmate. Thomas has never been low, his life was perfect, so he always assumed his soulmate was Teresa. That is until everything went to complete shit.

It was a normal Wednesday, he had just finished up track practice early and went over to the gym to grab Teresa so she could drive her home. But he didn't find her alone, or chatting with her friends like she usually was. Instead she was there, making out with Aris, the football team captain.

Of course he was pissed, they had been together for years. He would've gone over and gave them a piece of his mind but that was when his phone started ringing, catching the attention of Teresa and Aris.

Teresa's eyes widened and she quickly parted from Aris, running over to Thomas, "Tom, I swear it's not what it looks like.. Shit." Thomas just glared at her, fighting back his tears as he took out his phone to check who it was.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw his fathers contact, usually if his parents needed him his mom would call so this immediately caught his attention. He ignored Teresa's pleas and answered the call, "Dad?"

"Thomas.. You need to come to the hospital now." His father sounded like he was holding back tears which scared Thomas. His father was always strong and nothing ever got him emotional.

"Dad, what happened?" Thomas asked, voice urgent as he turned around and raced towards his car. He didn't know if Teresa was following him, nor did he care.

"I.. Your mom.. and Chuck.." Thomas froze, realizing what this meant. He stood there for a few seconds until his body started to move on autopilot, ending the call and walking out of the school. By the time he regained control he had already made it to the hospital, walking up to the counter.

There was a young woman at the counter, probably a nurse. The nurse gave him a soft smile, "Hi there, what can I do for you?" She asked and Thomas felt his eyes well up with tears.

"Is-... I think my mom and brother are here..? Their names should be Allison Edison and Chuck Edison.." Thomas said, waiting as he heard the nurse typing a bit. He watched as her face fell, looking up at him with pity.

That look was all it took for him to break, the tears running down his face as he looked at his hands, "Where are they? Where's my dad?" He asked, his voice breaking as he tried to calm himself down. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see the nurse had gotten out of her seat.

"I'll take you to them sweetie, do you want to hold my hand?" She asked and Thomas just nodded, holding onto her hand as he let himself be led over to where his family was. His head hurt, he felt like everything was moving in slow motion, the bright walls made his eyes sting.

When they got to the room, the nurse stopped them and tapped on another person's shoulder. She said a few things before the man nodded and walked over to Thomas. He gave him a soft smile that held a hint of sadness, “You’re here to see Allison and Chuck Edison, correct?” Thomas nodded and the man checked his clipboard, “Can I ask your name and relation to them?”

“Thomas Edison.. Allison is my mom and Chuck is my little brother.” Thomas said, not prepared for what was most likely going to happen next. The man just nodded, sighing gently as he hung the clipboard up on the hook by the door.

“I see. Well, Thomas. I am Dr. Vince, and I regret to inform you that.. Your mother and brother didn’t make it. They got into a head on collision with a drunk driver, I did everything in my power but…” Dr. Vince sighed, shaking his head before placing a hand on Thomas’ shoulder, “I’m sorry for your loss, son. You can go in whenever you’re ready.”

Thomas just nodded, unable to really process anything at the moment. He just turned and walked into the room. The curtains covered the beds, but he could see his father laying his head on one of them, crying. Thomas had never seen his father cry before, his vision of his strong father that never let anything get to him was destroyed.

Thomas walked a few more feet into the room and froze. There were two beds, his brother laid in the one closest to the door while his mother was the closest to the window. His father was laying on his mothers bed. Thomas looked at Chuck, he looked so peaceful, like he was sleeping, even with all the cuts a bruises he had. But Thomas knew, no matter how hard he wanted to not believe it, Chuck was gone.

Wednesday, it was just a normal Wednesday when Thomas' life went to shit and he heard his soulmate for the first time. He felt himself falling to his knees, heaving out sobs barely even able to process the sweet laughter that was playing in his head.

"Bugger off, will ya! Now is not the time to be a dolt, I'm trying to study." Thomas held his arms as he cried, he was only 17, he couldn't process the emotions he was feeling. He couldn't process how his soulmate was talking to someone, much less processing how his soulmate was a boy.

He felt arms wrap around him, he immediately knew it was his father. "You're a shank, if I fail this test you are dead." Thomas sank into his fathers arms, wrapping his own around him and heaving into his chest as they laid crumpled on the floor. "Cheers! Finally! Now what did you get for 4? I can't bloody understand it."

It felt like hours that they were sitting there, just crying. But it only had been a few minutes, how could everything have gone wrong in just an hour? How could his entire life go down the drain just like that? "Well. Now I feel like a bloody idiot. I'm going to tank this test." More of that laughter.

Thomas was now confused, he was still crying but he pulled away a bit and looked at his father, "Why.. Do.. I..?" He stopped, looking down as he furrowed his eyebrows. His soulmate. "Shuck, is it already 5? I wish they'd keep the school open longer. Would make my life easier."

His father shook his head, smiling sadly, "You don't have to think about it now.. Just let their voice soothe you." He said, his voice was broken. Thomas just nodded and laid his head back in his fathers chest. He tried to not think that his father didn't have that comfort anymore, since his mother passed, so he listened to the one side of the conversation his soulmate was having.

"Oi, you still going to Fry's on Friday? Or are you helping the lad train for the track thing?" Thomas laughed at the irony, his soulmate was friends with someone who was friends with someone into track. "Yeah yeah, want me to pick you up after? Your mate can join if he wants. You know Fry cooks for a bloody army."

Thomas sat there for hours, listening and listening. His soulmate seemed fun, but soon enough him and his father had to leave. He tried to not think about how everything had completely changed.

Thomas hadn't gone to school for a few weeks, his father getting him time off until the funeral. Thomas still heard his soulmate every day, he found out that he lived with his friend Gally and this Fry person was an amazing cool. The track friend was yet to be named, but apparently his soulmate liked to banter with the guy.

Speaking of track, the meet was coming up but his coach said he could sit out if he wanted. Thomas' father said it was his choice in the end, but he set up the treadmill in case Thomas wanted to train but not leave. Which Thomas did. He ran every day, it helped him, keeping something that he was good at. Keeped his life stable when everything else crumbled.

His best friend kept him updated on how people were since he couldn't be there to be the captain. Ben and Brenda were cutting down their times significantly which made Thomas proud.

The funeral was today, Thomas had invited Minho. He hadn't seen his friend since before everything happened, he felt weird about it. It had been almost a month. Everything felt off, that's what was on Thomas' mind as he fixed his tie and looked in the mirror. He looked as good as he could for someone who lost his mother, brother and girlfriend of 3 years in just a day.

Speaking of Teresa, he had to block her on everything because she wouldn't stop messaging him. Thomas didn't want to deal with her right now. "Hey mate, you coming to Fry's tonight?" His soulmate seems to be doing well, that was what was keeping Thomas going mostly, "Oh shit. I'm so sorry. I hope the bloke is okay.."

That was new, he's never heard his soulmate sound sad. Thomas stared at himself as he tried to figure out what was going on, "Damn, that’s horrid.. Hey, whenever he's feeling better and done mourning you should bring ‘im along." Is it possible? Thomas shook his head, other people lost family too. He looked at his hands and willed them to stop shaking.

He sighed and took out his phone and opened Minho's contact, debating if he should call. He hasn't heard his friend's voice in a while and even if he was going to see him later, something told him to call him. Thomas pressed call and held the phone up to his ear. "Yeah, I get it.. Oh? Oh yeah, that's alright. Talk to your mate, he needs you right now." Thomas' heart stopped, "See ya, Min."

Thomas felt himself breathing heavily when he heard Minho's voice pick up, "Greenie? What's up?" Thomas stayed silent, processing what this could mean. He debated if he should even ask, wondering if he would sound insane, "Thomas? Helloo?"

Thomas blinked a few times, gulping a bit, "Min.. Were you just on a call with someone?.." He asked, scared but also intrigued of the answer he was going to receive.

Minho stayed silent on the line, as if he was surprised, "I mean, yeah. Friend of mine was wondering if I was gonna hang today but said I was busy. Why?" Thomas felt his brain short circuit as he recalled the memories. It didn't help that his soulmate was still talking in his head.

"Does your friend have an English accent?" Thomas asked, feeling less scared of asking, and when he heard Minho's gasp he felt his heart leap.

"Yeah.. How do you know that dude?" Thomas stayed silent, terrified of the information he just received. He didn't know what to do with it, he wanted to know if this person was his soulmate but he also wasn't ready. He just lost so much, he didn't want to burden this person if they were his soulmate.

"Lucky guess. I'll.. See you later, I was just feeling overwhelmed. Needed to hear someone." Thomas lied, biting his lip as he tried to ease his racing heart, "I'll see you in a few hours.. Thank you for coming, it means a lot.."

He could tell Minho wanted to pry, but thankfully he didn't. "Alright Greenie, I'll see you later. Just call me again if you need anything, even to hear my soothing voice to ease your worries." Minho said sarcastically, Thomas could hear his friend's shit eating grin from here.

Thomas chuckled lightly, shaking his head, "Yeah yeah Minho." He breathed in gently, closing his eyes, "Never thought I'd say this but I missed your ridiculous teasing."

He heard Minho's laughter roar through the phone and it caused Thomas to crack a smile, "Keeping that one in the chamber for blackmail, see you later dude." With that Minho ended the call and Thomas put his phone away and looked at himself one last time.

Thomas felt lighter, even with the new information he had weighing down his shoulders. He really didn't know what to do, he knew he should ask someone but.. He couldn't today. Today held too much emotion, too much hurt. Thomas needed to be better, if he could be that is.

The funeral went by like a blur, he said his speech and stayed by Minho the whole time. Soon enough they were burying his mother and brother. It was a bittersweet moment, he lost some family but he knew they were in a better place, even if he wanted them with him.

Thomas stayed home for another week before he finally went back to school. It had been a month since he'd been away. He still felt terrible, but he was better. Minho, Brenda and Ben were waiting for him when he got there. He smiled softly as they greeted him.

"There you are my favorite little runner!" Brenda said, grinning and bringing Thomas into a hug. Thomas was grateful she acted normal, "Missed you dude, Minho is a mean captain."

Minho let out a shocked noise, holding a hand to his heart while Ben just snickered. "I'll have you know I am an AMAZING backup captain!" This made Ben let out a loud laugh.

"I wouldn't say that much, you're a much better runner than captain." Ben said, grinning as he winked at Minho who still looked terribly offended.

Thomas let out a soft laugh at his friends, shaking his head at their antics. "Oi Gally, when is Min's track meet again? Wanna see if I'm free to go." Thomas still heard his soulmate's voice, though it was less often since he's been getting somewhat better. "Friday? Hm.. I might be able to get Harriet to take my shift."

Thomas didn't realize his friends had gone quiet until he heard Brenda snapping her fingers in his face, making him blink and look at her. "What.. Sorry?"

"You were zoning out, you good dude?" She asked, her eyebrows laced together in worry. Thomas smiled a bit, shaking his head.

"No, I'm okay. Just get distracted when I hear him." He said, barely even registering that he basically said that he was hearing his soulmate, and that his soulmate was a dude.

"Your soulmate?" Minho asked, eyebrows raised as he looked at him. Thomas cringed, hoping Minho wouldn't remember their call last week.

"Yeah.. I am at the lowest point of my life at the moment." He joked, scratching his head as he avoided looking at Minho. Thankfully the bell went off before Minho could speak again.

Thomas glanced at Ben before smiling a bit, “Ready to get to first period Benny?” Ben smiled, nodding and they said their goodbyes before walking towards their first period.

“So, you know if you’re gonna run this friday?” Ben asked, starting some small talk as they walked. Thomas hadn’t really thought about it if he was being honest.

“I might, I’ve been running at home so it’s not like I got rusty.” He said honestly, shifting his bag on his back as they walked into the classroom. Thomas ignored the stares he got, just sticking by Ben. It helped since they sat next to each other.

“I think you should, but you know no one would hold it against you if you decided to just watch this time around.” Thomas smiled as he sat in his seat, he looked back at Ben to see that his friend was just looking at him like he always did. With kindness in his eyes, he held no pity for Thomas.

“Yeah, I do. I’m still thinking about it but.. I’ll probably end up running. It’s the one thing that’s still normal in my life.” He joked, chucking a bit as he took out his book. Ben nodded, understanding what Thomas meant, but he couldn’t respond since the second bell went off.

His classes went by normal, most of them having at least one of his friends. Some of them had Aris and Teresa in it, but thankfully they kept their distance. Soon enough it was the end of the day and Thomas was walking with Minho, Brenda and Ben towards the field.

That’s when Teresa decided to make herself known. Almost immediately Brenda stepped forward, looking like she was going to pounce on her, but Thomas just stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

When Brenda stepped back Thomas looked at Teresa, he didn’t have time to mourn over their relationship but he felt no love towards her. He guessed that losing people closer to him made him realize that thinking about her when she clearly didn’t care for him was a waste of time. Thomas’ soulmate might’ve helped a bit too.

“Tom..” Teresa started but he shook his head, sighing gently.

“You lost the right to call me that a month ago Teresa.” Thomas said, noticing how her face fell at his words. But she just nodded, smiling softly as she held her arm.

“I know I did. I’m sorry Thomas, I really am. I had found out Aris was my soulmate and.. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t think of how it would hurt you, I definitely could’ve gone about everything better.” Thomas listened to Teresa, and in a way he understood. There wasn’t much they could do when the world had chosen who they would be perfect for. Thomas smiled a bit, even if she hurt him he couldn’t help but feel happy for her.

“I can’t say I forgive you now, but I feel like I could forgive you eventually. I don’t know if we can be friends again, but... I don’t hate you.” Teresa’s shoulders looked like a weight had been lifted on them as a smile creeped onto her face.

“I understand that.. I just. I wanted to say sorry.” Was all she said before she turned around and walked back towards the gym. Thomas sighed gently, glad that he was done with one thing that got destroyed. Slowly but surely he was putting his life back together, or at least figuring out how to deal with the pieces that were left. “Gal, I was able to get Harriet to take the shift. It was a hassle but if your offer for a ride is still up, I’ll take it.”

Thomas had gotten so used to his soulmate's voice, the soothing way he spoke. It made Thomas itch to meet him, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready at all. Knowing the fact that he is most likely Minho’s friend made it more difficult to avoid meeting him sometime. Especially since Thomas was almost sure he was going to be running on Friday. “Good that. Let me text Min to let him know, he’s gonna be chuffed to bits.”

A few seconds after his soulmate said that Minho’s phone dinged. Thomas glanced over and watched as Minho checked his phone and grinned, quickly typing a reply, “You guys know Gally’s cousin who moved here from England? He’s able to make it so you guys can finally meet him.”

Brenda seemed to light up, “Finally! I was starting to think he wasn’t real!” Minho rolled his eyes at that before turning his attention to Thomas.

“Gally is my coworker, he’s new though, started a month ago.” Thomas nodded at the explanation and gave Minho a half-hearted smile.

“Can’t wait to meet your new friends.” He said, turning towards his locker so he could grab his track clothes. It wasn’t like he was upset that Minho was making friends while he was mourning, it was more of the fact that one of them is probably his soulmate. Thomas didn’t know what to do with this information.

Track went by quickly, but Minho kept looking at Thomas like he was trying to figure out what was going on in his head. Thomas wasn’t sure if he was being honest with himself. He just knew he really had to mentally prepare for this track meet on Friday.

All week it seemed like Minho was trying to figure out if he should confront Thomas about what was going on with him, because as much as Thomas liked to say he was hard to read, he knew Minho could read him like a book. And his friend knew what was going on wasn't about anything he already knew about. He knew it was about the fact that Thomas was hearing his soulmate.

But thankfully, Minho hasn’t grilled him yet. Unfortunately, that means if he hasn’t yet he definitely will soon. Thomas had an inkling that the confrontation would happen as soon as he met his potential soulmate in a few hours. His nerves were through the roof, most people thought it was because of the meet but it had nothing to do with it.

Thomas kept running, arcing a few times with Brenda until their Coach made them conserve their energy until the meet started. Thomas knew he would probably still run a bit more, and he was very inclined to do it when he saw Minho walking towards him. But, unfortunately, before he could escape him and start running, Minho grabbed his arm and dragged him to the side.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Minho asked, crossing his arm as he looked at Thomas. Thomas hated how well Minho could read him, it was really annoying at times.

“Well, do you want the extended version or the summary?” Thomas said, trying to figure out a way to ease out of this conversation.

Minho just rolled his eyes, sighing gently, “You always seem tense whenever I mention my coworker and his cousin. You glossed over the fact that your soulmate is a dude. You somehow knew someone was calling me and they had an accent. What’s going on Thomas?”

Thomas cringed when he heard Minho use his actual name. It was always Greenie or Tom, never Thomas, that’s how he knew Minho was serious, “Well… I don’t know, I’ve just been on edge ever since everything’s happened. I barely mentioned how my soulmate is a guy because it really was nothing serious to me. I’m not surprised nor am I off put. I guess I skipped the gay crisis part.”

Thomas chuckled a bit and when he saw he got Minho to crack a smile his shoulders felt lighter, “I’m not uncomfortable with you having new friends or whatever, just… It’s weird, meeting new people after I lost a lot is weird right now.” While that wasn’t the whole truth, it was close enough to it that Minho seemed to buy it.

“And the whole ‘knowing your friend had an accent and called you before you accepted my call’ thing was just a lucky guess..” When Thomas saw Minho’s glare, he sighed a bit, “Okay, it was a guess… But I may have asked it because my soulmate has an English accent and he had said something.. I was so nervous that I kind of just… Blurted it out.

Minho nodded thoughtfully, “I guess that makes sense.. Was a stressful day for you.” He smiled a bit before placing a hand on Thomas’ shoulder, “Sorry for grilling you, I’m just worried.. Glad you don’t hate the idea that I made more friends.”

Thomas rolled his eyes, “You’re Minho, you’re like a people magnet. Without me to repel them away I’m surprised you only made a couple new friends.” Minho let out a loud laugh before shaking his head.

“I guess that's fair, isn’t it?” Thomas just grinned before they went back to their teammates. Thomas decided, against a lot of people’s better judgements, to run a bit more before the meet happened. Out of everyone here he had the best stamina anyways, he could get away with running a bit more. Plus he was still incredibly nervous about meeting people later, he needed to blow off some nerves.

The thing was, Thomas knew he would do well, running calmed him more than anything. He just knew this meeting could be a potential life changing event for him. He also knew they were most likely already here since Minho had taken off with Ben and Brenda. He invited Thomas to join but he declined, not yet ready to meet his potential soulmate. Plus if it was him, he already heard most of their conversation.

“Lovely to meet you two. I can’t wait to see everyone in action.” Thomas laughed softly, stretching a bit as he prepared to do a quick few laps and time himself. His soulmate was quiet for a bit, he assumed other people were taking over the conversation. So Thomas took this moment of silence to ask his coach to time him. He readied up and waited for the countdown before taking off. He wanted to see if he was still as fast as before.

As he ran, he smiled, loving the feeling of the wind in his hair. “Shuck, who’s that?” Thomas didn’t pay too much attention to what his soulmate was saying, making it like background noise as he continued to run. But he did wonder who his soulmate was talking about, “Thomas.. Huh.” Thomas short circuited when he heard his soulmate say his name, stumbling and falling face first into the dirt. He laid there for a second, still processing that his name was said. “Bloody hell, is he alright?”

Well great, he saw it. Thomas sighed before getting up and looking over back towards where he knew his friends were with wide eyes. Even if he had a hunch he didn’t really want to believe it, even if all the signs were pointing towards it. “Does he usually faceplant like that?” He realized it was the shorter blonde one that talked when his soulmate did. Thomas held his head, shaking it a bit as his brain still struggled to really believe any of this.

“Yo! Greenie! Get your ass over here so we can all make fun of you for eating shit!” Thomas heard Minho’s voice and rolled his eyes, throwing him the finger before jogging back over to the coach. He wanted to wait as long as possible to go over to his friends, especially since he heard muffled laughter in the back of his head.

“Hey Coach, sorry. Got distracted when I was running..” Thomas subconsciously glanced back over to the group, eyes widening a bit. If that was his soulmate he definitely struck gold. Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks he returned his gaze to his coach, who had a knowing grin on her face.

“Hearing things?” She asked and Thomas sputtered, shaking his head as he scratched his neck.

“No clue what you’re talking about Coach, I’m totally sane I swear it.” He said, holding up his fingers and placing his other hand on his chest, like he was doing the scouts honor pose.

His coach just chuckled, ruffling his hair. “I know it’s hard to process at first, and I don’t know how it’ll end up for you. But what I do know is that kid hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since he saw you.” Thomas paused at that, biting his lip as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I don’t want to be right about what I’m thinking and meeting him too early. I’m still.. Pretty much rock bottom right now.” Thomas said, glancing towards the bleachers which were the opposite direction from the group.

“I understand, but.. I’d like to think of a soulmate thing to be more like.. You hear your soulmate when you need them most. When you need the comfort of the person who is meant to be with you. And if they’re your soulmate.. They’ll want to help whenever you’re low, just like you would for them.” His coach said, smiling as she did. He guessed she had been in a similar situation, "And if you ask me, you're far from rock bottom. Even if you are there, there's no where else to go but up."

Thomas thought about it, and she was right. He always wanted to help Teresa when he thought she was his soulmate… Just because it’s someone else doesn’t mean his feelings changed. Thomas sighed a bit, “I just. I think I need a bit more time..” He mumbled, feeling his coach’s slightly disappointed gaze. But Thomas knew he was lying to himself, he was incredibly intrigued about his soulmate... He was just scared about not being what he expected.

“Just don’t wait too long. And your knees are scraped, go run to the tent before the meet starts. Can’t have you bleeding on your shoes.” Thomas chuckled and nodded, running over to the medical tent to quickly get patched up. Once he was all patched up it was basically time for the meet.

Thomas jogged up to his teammates, smiling a bit as Minho clapped him on the back, “So why did the perfect Thomas Green Edison faceplant during a run?”

Thomas rolled his eyes, shoving Minho away, “Just heard my soulmate say.. Something that… Caught me off guard, that’s all.” Minho looked at him and Thomas hoped he didn’t figure it out.

Brenda just laughed, grinning, “The soothing voice throwing you off? Let’s hope he doesn’t talk when you’re running then, because you’re up first.” Thomas chuckled at that, not responding as he jogged up to the starting point.

He breathed in, glad one thing in his life didn’t change. Everything was still perfect here. Thomas went through that meet with a smile the whole time, getting 1st for almost all his runs, except one where he stumbled since he heard his soulmate cheer his name. It messed him up enough to just barely get second, but Thomas didn’t care. In fact, his smile was brighter after that race which made his soulmate chuckle.

After everything was said and done, Thomas grabbed his things, telling his friends he wanted a quick shower. Minho made him swear he wouldn’t ditch the hangout tonight, but at this point… Thomas was sure he wanted to meet Minho’s new friends… Especially if the blonde ended up being his soulmate.

After he finished showering and getting dressed, Thomas walked out of the locker rooms to see his friends and the two new faces there as well. He raised an eyebrow towards Minho, but his friend just grinned.

“Had to make sure you wouldn’t bail Greenie.” Thomas chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over to the group. He didn’t make eye contact with either of the two yet, still a bit nervous. “Well, Thomas, I would like you to finally meet my work best friend, Gally Stone. And Gally, I’d like you to meet my best friend since diapers Thomas Edison. Yes he is named after that one scientist dude.” Gally was a tall guy with a buzz cut and eyebrows for days.

Thomas grinned, taking Gally’s hand and shaking it, but before he could say anything Minho was speaking again, “Annnnd! Thomas, please meet Gally’s cousin from the wee town of London, England!” Minho said that part with a horrible English accent which made the blonde roll his eyes fondly, “Isaac Newton! But he goes by Newt and will give you a death glare if you call him otherwise. So now my two friends who are named after some famous smart people can be friends too.”

Thomas laughed at that, holding out his hand for Newt. Newt. Interesting choice for a nickname, but it suited him. Newt hesitated before smiling and taking his hand, Thomas could swear he felt sparks, as corny as it sounded. “Lovely to meet you Thomas, may I call you Tommy?”

Thomas stood there for a second, eyes wide at the confirmation that Newt was his soulmate. He took long enough for Minho to try to butt in, “He might actually murder you if you call him tha-”

“You can call me Tommy.” Thomas said, his voice just barely a whisper. Minho, Brenda and Ben looked at him if he was insane, but Newt froze, staring at Thomas as if something clicked.

“Sorry.. Could you repeat that?” Newt asked, as if he himself needed confirmation as much as Thomas did.

“I said,” Thomas said, finally finding his voice, “You can call me Tommy.”

Newt started at Thomas, studying his face. Thomas could practically hear the gears turning in his head, he understood why though. Newt probably heard his voice before he had heard Newt’s. They stood there for a few minutes before his friends finally had enough.

“Okay, ignoring the whole… Weird staring at each other thingy. What the hell Thomas! You never let anyone call you Tommy.” Thomas ripped his gaze from Newt’s when he heard Brenda speak. He smiled awkwardly, finally letting go of Newt’s hand as he looked to the side.

“Well.. Let’s say this is a special case.” Thomas mumbled, glancing at Newt as if he was unsure if he should tell them. Or more like he wasn’t sure if Newt wanted to tell them.

“You’re..” Newt started, still just staring at Thomas as he processed everything.

“What do you mean special case!? I am so utterly offended right now you don’t understand. When I called Thomas that, I got a punch to the nose! Now Newt waltzes in and gets an easy yeah sure??” Brenda huffed, gesturing her hands wildly towards Newt with an over-exaggerated glare at Thomas. But he knew she wasn’t terribly upset at it, otherwise she wouldn’t be acting this dramatic.

“Bren, I think-” Ben started but Brenda just held a hand up, silencing him from potentially offering her information that would make this situation make more sense.

“No, I’m getting rid of this frustration! I deserve it, because what the heck Thomas-!” Before she could finish grilling Thomas she was cut off.

“You’re my soulmate?” Newt finally finished, which easily got Brenda to snap her mouth shut and also caught Thomas’ attention. He looked back towards the blond, smile softening a bit at the confused, yet guarded look on Newt’s face.

“Well.. I have been hearing your voice in my head for a month… So I’d think so.” Thomas said, scratching his neck a bit as he felt a bit self conscious, what if Newt wasn’t gay? Or didn’t think he was at least.

Newt still stood there, unaware of Thomas’ inner turmoil. After a few minutes of silence Newt finally shook out of his shock, “So you’ve been this close and we never met until now?” There was a smile playing on his lips.

Thomas blinked a few times, not expecting that response, “Well, I’ve been kind of… MIA recently.” He chuckled, scratching his neck as he looked to the side.

Newt just nodded, smile fully forming as he took in Thomas’ features, “I didn’t think I’d hear your voice for.. A long time honestly.”

Thomas nodded, grinning a bit as he looked at Newt. He really did luck out on his soulmate, he never thought he’d be into guys but he didn’t really have the time to have a crisis while everything else went on, “Well, I didn’t think the first time I heard my soulmate would be the time I’d met you..”

Thomas stared at Newt, having a face to a voice was surreal and he wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. What do you do after you meet your soulmate? He wasn’t sure. But thankfully he didn’t have to do anything, nor did Newt.

“Well, glad to know who’s been making Thomas zone out for the past week and probably month!” Minho grinned as he said that, crossing his arms. “Not too surprised it’s you, Newtie.”

Newt scrunched his nose in disgust, glaring at Minho, “Bugger off, will ya? My name is Newt, Min.” Minho didn’t even pay Newt any mind, instead opting to look at the group as a whole.

“Anyways, we’re gonna be late for the reservation if we keep letting these two gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. So why don’t you two exchange numbers and leave the soulmate stuff for one on one time.” He waggled his eyebrows after, making Thomas shoot him a look to make him stop.

Thomas took out his phone and opened the contacts, handing it to Newt, “Here.” Newt took his phone and handed Thomas his own so he could put his information in. Thomas typed in his number before deciding to take a picture for his contact photo.

After they exchanged phone numbers Thomas frowned when he realized Newt didn’t give himself a contact photo. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows before looking at Newt, “Say cheese!” He said, lifting up his phone to take a picture of a surprised Newt, looking at it with a soft smile, “Oh yeah, that’s a keeper.”

Newt rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “Brilliant, you also have an obsession for contact pictures?” He said teasing tone in his voice. He was most likely referring as to how Minho always has a picture for someone in his phone.

“Oh, Newt you don’t even know. Thomas has a million photos of everyone he knows, albums and everything.” Brenda said, making Ben nod at that.

“He even has albums if the pictures have certain people in it. Like if he has pictures of Brenda and I, there’s a Brenda and Ben album.” Thomas frowned, glaring at his friends.

“Nothing is wrong with wanting to have pictures of the people you care about! Plus, I have to have pictures for my contact photos.” He turned off his phone, trying, yet failing to defend himself.

Minho ruffled his hair, “Our little photographer! He’s grown so much!” He teased, wiping away a fake tear.

“I think it’s sweet.” Newt said, smiling softly which made Gally laugh, making his presence known for the first time since being introduced.

“You’re only saying that because you do the same thing,” After Gally said that Newt immediately punched him in the shoulder, but that only made Gally laugh louder.

Brenda started to cackle when Gally revealed this information, holding her knees as Minho joined in as well. Ben just grinned, raising his eyebrows, “A match made in heaven.” He said, making Thomas groan in embarrassment.

“I hate you guys so much, do you always have to be like this?” He asked, but there was a smile on his face. Thomas really was happy, for the first time in a while he wasn’t faking it for everyone. They ended up carpooling in Thomas’ jeep to the restaurant, unfortunately Minho got aux. So they had to listen to Kanye for the 30 minute drive.

The torture wasn’t over soon enough, Thomas probably broken 4 different speeding laws when Bound 2 came on for the 4th time. But thankfully, once they parked at the restaurant Minho stopped the song and Thomas just about tumbled out of his own car.

“Someone else, please, someone else take shotgun on the way back.” Thomas mumbled, rubbing his head before he followed Minho inside, everyone else close behind.

Minho walked up to the hostess and gave her his signature smirk, “Hey, reservation for 8? Should be under the name Freud?” When he said that the woman looked at her tablet before smiling and gesturing towards a waiter.

“Bring these guests to section 5 table 2.” The waiter nodded and gestured for them to follow, as they walked Thomas slid up next to Minho.

“8? Thought there were 6 of us? More people?” Minho just nodded but didn’t say anything, Thomas assumed he’d figure it out when they got to the table. His assumption was correct because when they got there, two people were already sitting.

When they saw the group they both got up with a smile, the taller one hugged Minho, Gally and Newt while the shorter one just hugged Gally and Newt.

Gally was the one to introduce us this time, smiling as he gestured to the taller one, “Guys, this is Siggy, but he prefers to be called Frypan or Fry. He’s the one who got us this reservation.”

Frypan smiled, and Thomas could already tell he was usually the host, he had a friendly smile. It’s also because of the fact Newt had always said the meetups were at Fry’s house. Gally continued, pointing towards the shorter one, “And this here is the one and only Albert Eins!”

The man just chuckled, shaking his head, “Please, call me Alby. Albert makes me sound like an old man.”

Newt laughed at that, grinning, “Well, that’s not too far from the truth, innit?” Alby just rolled his eyes, not responding.

“Anyways, Fry you know Minho but Alby doesn’t yet. So this here is Minho, and the rest of them are complete mysteries!” Gally said, grinning as he clapped Minho’s shoulder.

“Yeah, we just held our thumb out to hitch for a ride. Never seen them in our lives.” Minho joined, but his shit eating grin gave him away.

Newt stepped forward, crossing his arms, “Since these two lads won’t do it, reckon I will.” Once Frypan and Alby’s attention was on him, Newt began listing off the names, “This here is Brenda, that is Ben and this is Tommy.”

Brenda and Ben grinned and shook Alby and Fry’s hands first before Thomas walked up, Alby took a firm hold in his hand, “Nice to meet you Tommy.”

Thomas felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance, but he tried to control his anger, “My name is actually Thomas, but it’s nice to meet you too.” Alby raised an eyebrow but he didn’t say much else so Thomas moved to shake Frypan’s hand.

“Nice to meet you Thomas! I’m hoping all of you guys will be joining in on our meetups?” He held his hands together and Thomas already liked him. Brenda immediately nodded and the two started a conversation.

As they talked everyone moved to sit, Frypan and Brenda next to each other, Ben next to Brenda, Minho next to Ben, Thomas next to Minho, Newt next to Thomas, Gally next to Newt and Alby next to Gally. Thomas wasn’t sure if Newt sat next to him on purpose, but he definitely didn’t mind.

Thomas watched as everyone interacted, but stayed silent for the most part. He didn’t think anyone noticed until he felt a tap on his right shoulder. He looked over to see Newt looking at him with a soft smile.

Newt took a second to say something, studying Thomas for a second before he realized he should probably say something, “So you really don’t fancy being called Tommy, huh?”

Thomas cracked a small smile, “I don’t… Hate it. I don’t enjoy it very much but… It sounds nice when you say it. Maybe it’s the accent.” He joked, grabbing his glass to take a sip.

That comment got a soft chuckle out of Newt, “Alright, but… Let me know if it irks you if I say it. Just because we’re soulmates doesn't mean I should have special privileges.”

Thomas just shook his head, smile growing a bit, “I promise, if I didn’t want you to call me Tommy you’d know. Minho wasn’t joking when he said I might kill you if you called me that.”

Newt smiled and Thomas swore that he wanted to see that look on Newt’s face all the time, “Lovely lad you are, Tommy.”

Thomas just grinned, holding up his glass as if he wanted Newt to tap his glass against it, “This is just the surface of Thomas Edison, trust me you’ll see how lovely I am soon enough.”

Newt mirrored Thomas’ smile, clinking his glass against the brunet’s, “Consider me intrigued.”

Their conversation ended there, Thomas being dragged into settling a disagreement between Ben and Minho while Newt just listened in. The meal went amazing, Thomas felt happier than he has in a while.

A few hours later, they settled the bill and stood in the parking lot. Currently they were discussing how everyone was going to get home. Newt and Gally decided to take the bus to the school since they all were carpooling to the restaurant and Alby and Frypan just carpooled here since they lived together.

Gally wanted to sleep over Frypan and Alby’s since their place was closer to his work and he had a morning shift but Newt wanted to go home so he could have his computer for classes. Thomas listened to the cousin’s argument before just butting in, “Hey, I’m already driving 3 people to 3 different houses. I can drop Newt off too.”

The two blonds looked at Thomas for a second before Newt just shrugged, “I don’t mind it, if it won’t waste your gas.” Thomas shook his head, grinning.

“I don’t pay for my gas, have a friend at the gas station who showed me how to get it for free.” Gally chuckled a bit while Newt raised an eyebrow. They looked at each other, having a silent conversation before eventually Gally nodded.

“It’s settled then, guess I’m riding with you.” Newt looked at the other track runners before coming back to Thomas with a small grin, “Shotgun.”

Thomas was a bit surprised at that, watching Newt walk to his jeep and opening the passenger door without so much of a glance to the others. Thomas looked at his three friends and Brenda looked like she was just about to blow, it was clear she wanted shotgun.

Thomas placed a hand on her shoulder, “You know the rules.” When she pouted Thomas just sighed, “I’ll pick you up before school on Monday, free ride and easy shotgun.”

Brenda’s pout turned into a grin, “Good that.” She said before everyone went to Thomas’ car. Once he settled in he grabbed a wire before offering it to Newt.

Newt looked at him confused so Thomas gestured towards his pocket where he assumed Newt’s phone was, “Shotgun gets aux, you think I willingly play Kanye in my jeep?”

Minho let out a sound of offense but Thomas just ignored it, handing Newt the cord before turning on the jeep. “Dropping off Brenda first, Minho next and then Ben. Get the places I know by heart first.”

Minho grinned, leaning forward and resting his chin on Thomas’ seat, “Great excuse, we know you just want some alone time with Newtie pie here.”

Thomas moved his hand from the wheel to Minho’s face and pushed him away but didn’t say anything. Newt didn’t say anything either, Thomas wasn’t even sure if Newt heard, he looked like he was searching for a specific playlist.

Thomas smiled a bit, watching Newt for a second before he shook out of it before his friends could tease him. The drove in silence for a minute before music started to come through the speakers, it wasn’t anything that Thomas had heard before but it still got him tapping his hand on the wheel.

Brenda, Minho and Ben were talking in the back but Thomas wasn’t paying attention, he moved his right hand from the wheel to the gear shift just so he could rest it there. He could hear Newt humming along to the song next to him and it made him smile.

Soon enough they got to Brenda’s house, they said their goodbyes and Thomas waited until she got inside before driving away. The drive to Minho’s was short since he only lived 2 streets away from Brenda’s, so within 2 minutes they were saying bye to Minho as well.

With the two major talkers gone, the jeep fell into a comfortable silence. Music gently rolling through the car to keep minds from wandering too much.

But eventually Ben decided to break the silence, “So, Newt. How did you like the meet?”

Newt didn’t answer right away but Thomas didn’t look over to check why. He could sense Newt shift in his seat, maybe to look over at Ben. “I thought it was brilliant, you lads are amazing.”

Thomas smiled a bit at that, glad Newt had fun. “I’m glad, I know Minho can be a bit pushy with wanting people there, so I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Ben said and Thomas could hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh, he didn’t push it. Mentioned it once, got more information outta Gally than him.” Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, a bit confused about that.

Clearly Ben shared his confusion, “Oh really? That’s weird, maybe Minho changed ways or something.” Newt didn’t say anything else, Thomas looked over at him seeing that Newt became a bit tense after that. Thankfully Ben didn’t say anything else since they turned onto his street.

Thomas and Newt wished Ben well, watching him walk into his house. But Thomas didn’t drive away right away, instead opening his phone to maps and handed it to Newt. He didn’t even have to explain because Newt took it automatically and entered his address.

Thomas attached his phone to the holder and they continued to drive. It was going to be a little bit of a drive so he wasn’t surprised when Newt started to talk, “So… Wouldya like to talk about the whole, soulmate business now or another time?”

Thomas bit his lip in thought, “I feel like it’s something we should talk about when I’m not driving.” He said, glancing at Newt to catch him nodding.

“Mhm, definitely… Well, want to tell me about yourself? Not much of a talker as a group.” Newt chuckled a bit and Thomas smiled softly.

“Yeah, I’m more of a listener in bigger crowds.” Thomas said, drumming his fingers on the wheel. He didn't mention it was usually only around new people, but Newt would find out soon enough, “What do you want to know?”

“We can start with the basics, how old are you? Favorite color? Animal, flower even. Just talk and I’ll listen, alright?” Newt said, making Thomas laugh a bit.

“This feels like an interview. A friend interview I guess.” Thomas moved to turn down the speakers a bit before responding, “I’m 17, 18 in a month. Favorite color is blue, favorite animal is… A golden retriever. Flower… I dunno, tiger lily?”

Newt hummed in acknowledgment, shifting in his seat a bit, “Well. I guess I’ll tell ya mine now, make it fair. Turned 18 last month, cream is a lovely color. I love rattlesnakes and buttercups.”

Thomas raised his eyebrows, never having heard such specific answers, “Rattlesnakes? Buttercups? I don’t think I’ve ever heard people say those are their favorites. Cream either.”

Newt laughed a bit, “What can I say, I like to keep 'em guessing.” He paused a bit, moving to skip the song to the next one, “Alrighty, next round of questions. Favorite film or book, favorite place to go and your coffee order.”

“Monsters Vs. Aliens and uhh… I guess Percy Jackson, the third book. Forgetting the name for it. The gym or park is my go to place and I always order a large cappuccino with almond milk and a couple pumps of vanilla.” Thomas answered, wondering why Newt asked these particular questions. But hey, it passed time at least.

“The Titan’s Curse. Not surprised you’re a Percy Jackson kid.” Thomas grinned a bit, glad they had something in common, “My favorite book is This is Where it Ends. I don’t watch films too much but I do enjoy the Tim Burton films. If I had to choose… Sweeny Todd. I love going to the library and my coffee order is a medium hot caramel macchiato with extra caramel.”

Thomas grinned a bit, he didn’t know the book Newt was talking about but he assumed that he was going to learn. “Well, nice to see you enjoy those movies. You and Brenda will get along, she’s practically obsessed with Burton.”

Newt chuckled a bit, “I’ll have to bring it up next time we’re together.”

Thomas looked at his phone before glancing at Newt, “Where do I drop you off?” Newt motioned to pull in over by the red door, after he parked he looked over at Newt.

Newt still didn’t move, glancing at his hands before sighing gently, “I really would prefer talking about our situation tonight I… If you’ve heard me recently, I would like to know if I can help.”

Thomas hesitated, sighing gently, “It's just been a bad month. I’m getting better, nothing you should worry about.”

“If I know you wake up to hear my voice when I don't stay over, I’ll worry.” Newt said, biting his lip a bit, “You don’t have to say tonight, but… Know I’m here. Like it or not you’re stuck with me Tommy.”

Thomas chuckled a bit, scratching his neck as he looked at Newt with a soft smile, “Something tells me I won’t mind that.”

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Potentially making a Sequel to this. Actually, I'm most likely going to make a sequel to this… Hope you guys enjoyed it!!! I tried a new format for time skips, trying to make it feel like everything was blurring together for Thomas at this point in his life, hopefully I did a good job portraying it!! - Vey

#maze runner #the maze runner #newt #thomas #newt tmr #newt mr #thomas tmr #thomas mr #newtmas fanfic #newtmas #fanfic #oneshot #soulmates #alternate universe #newt the maze runner #newt maze runner #thomas the maze runner #thomas maze runner #angst with a happy ending #angst

[greenletters07]

Action Game

"Dad, please! Let's play!" said a boy pulling the sleeve of his father's left arm. "It's our time to play together!" he claimed to the man.

"Sorry, son… I still have to finish this" replied his father, Mr. Roper, typing rapidly, glancing occasionally at his son. "It's important for our future!"

"Still... We must start the story of the policeman who saves the city!" said the boy, George, with a discontented face, still tugging at his father's sleeve insistently, as if that would somehow change things.

Mr. Roper, who was stressed by the report he was making, could not fully concentrate because of the pulling of his son. He stopped for a moment and looked around the room quickly until his gaze fell on a wooden mask sitting on a nearby shelf. His son had found it lying in the garden a few hours ago; the boy had shown it to him proud of himself and had given it to him as a gift, so the man decided to use it for decoration in his office. He grabbed the mask and passed it to his son with some urgency.

"Take the mask you found and play with it" he said and resumed typing. "Add it into the story as some mystical item or something... go think about it."

"But…"

"I promise…" the man stopped and turned his chair to face his son directly. "...that when I'm done, once and for all I'm going to play with you, I'll go straight to your room, okay?" he said with his hands joined, begging.

The boy looked at the mask in his hands for a moment and then looked back at his father.

"Okay" he agreed resigned. "Finish soon"

"I'll do my best." The father saw how his son left the room. "I hope I don't find you asleep!"

"I won't be!"

George went to his bedroom, closed the door, and sat down on the floor in the center of the room. There, there were a few plushies of different people and occupations. George put the mask down on the toy box, placed the coin bag stuffed animal on top of it, took the policeman and the robber and improvised some story.

Police: "Freeze there, bandit, and drop the bag!"

Bandit: "You'll never stop me!"

George was moving the dolls from one side to the other as if it were a chase.

Police: "I've got you surrounded… give it up, put your hands up where I can see them!"

George took some toy cars to surround the bandit doll, which was in front of the mask. The bandit had no more to do, so George moved him towards one of the cars, and the policeman doll "rescued" the bag. When he moved the dolls, the mask fell, although George paid no attention to it.

"This is boring on my own… How long will it take for him…?" He glanced at the clock on his wall, though the lines marking the hours were very blurry. He sighed discontentedly looking around him until his gaze fell on the mask and, he didn't know if it was his idea, but he could assure that he saw a greenish glow reflected on the surface of its interior.

"Huh?" George murmured, innocently approaching the mask.

He took the mask as he placed himself on the ground. The mask was up against the light bulb, so the backlight made it look dark, and yet George noticed that green glow. However, his fingers failed for a moment and the mask fell over his face. George could barely cry out in shock as the mask came to life and began to cover his head, but before George knew what was happening, his body spun across the room in a whirlwind that leaped across the room. everywhere.

As the tornado stopped, it revealed a figure: what was once a prepubescent boy became a young man in a generic blue police suit that fit tight against his new, more muscular frame, like a physical representation of the power he held. The strangest thing was that his head was completely green and with big, shiny teeth, which contrasted interestingly with his skin and his facial features, which mirrored the boy's.

"This is incredible!" he said as he admired himself. He flexed his arms, loving the power he felt, as if he was capable of anything.

Everything around him began to change as well. The room became an outdoor space, the shelves and objects were transformed into houses. The dolls and toys had become real people: it was like a city inside the room.

An alarm sound accompanied by a vibration alerted him. He went through his pocket and found a walkie talkie.

"Yes, this is Officer Roper," George said to the walkie talkie.

"We have a bandit two streets from your location, go soon"

"Got it, I'm on my way!"

A police car horn blared behind George.

"Cool!" he said. He got in the car, started it and drove off at full speed.

George was freaking out, quite a bit. It was impressive how everything had become a city, how what used to be dolls greeted him as if he were a respected policeman. He sped up the car and came to a quiet street where a bandit carrying a black bag—George guessed the bandit in question—was running stealthily.

"Freeze there, bandit, and drop the money!" George yelled getting out of the car and pointing a water pistol at the thug (for safety).

"You will never stop me!" the delinquent yelled, almost as if it were planned, and took off.

Policeman George ran after him and they were in a cartoonish chase. The bandit was throwing things at him to stop him, but George blocked or dodged them in superhuman ways, such as when he smashed through a wall that was in his way with his bare hands or gulped down a bunch of pies that the bandit had thrown. They had even run and jumped off the roofs!

The bandit turned a corner and George followed him. They had reached an alley, and the bandit had nowhere to go.

"I've got you cornered… give it up, put your hands up where I can see them!" said George pointing at him. The car he was driving appeared behind him.

The bandit was about to give up when the door to the room opened a few inches from the wall from where the bandit was standing.

"Son, I'm done!" warned Mr. Roper, entering. "Are you asl…? Aaah!"

The bandit took George's father hostage.

"Let me go or he will pay…" the bandit shouted with a look of satisfaction.

"Wh-wh-what's going on?"

"Don't worry, dad! I'll get you out of this bandit!"

It had been hard for Mr. Roper to understand that this man with the green head, police suit, and water pistol was his son, who somehow got magical powers.

George fired his pistol and a stream of water shot toward the bandit, who dodged. George shot and shot, but the bandit dodged, though at other times he used his father for cover. In those cases, the water jets were deliberately deflected to avoid harming him.

"Enough!" George yelled putting the gun away. From his pocket he took out a small black sphere that he rolled until he collided with his father's shoes. The sphere exploded and left a lot of smoke. George stretched out his arms, which sounded like they were made of rubber, and they pulled the bandit out, who was in handcuffs, and placed him in the car. The car turned its lights on and off and drove off on his own. By the time the smoke cleared, Mr. Roper was against the wall, his breathing heavy.

"I think it's all good… don't you, dad?" asked the green headed man smiling at his father.

"Y-yes" he answered staring at him trying to breathe at a normal rate.

George smiled even more. He reached behind his head and began to pull. His body was engulfed in several tornadoes. To the surprise of his father, little by little the room was transformed, and by the time George took off his mask, the room was as before, like a simple boy's bedroom, and so did the bandit and the car, becoming the simple toys they were.

Little George fell to the ground with a smirk, the mask next to him.

"That game was so much fun…" he commented and then yawned slightly.

"What happened to you? Was it that mask?" asked his father, cautiously approaching George.

"Yeah…" George said getting up. "I created a city and chased down that bandit! It was fantastic…" He looked at the mask, then at his father, and then at the mask again. "I wonder…".

"What, son?"

George took the mask and looked at his father again, this time with his eyes sparkling with excitement and a sincere smile.

"Wh-what do you plan… to do?"

George, widening his smile, ran over with the mask and, without warning, placed it on his father's face.

Mr. Roper was unable to react as the mask began to stretch over his head. A strange sensation ran through his body while the mask covered the skin of his face painfully. His body was sweating and he was moaning in discomfort and pain, but when he noticed that they sounded like something else (and that some parts of his body were showing what he might call "inappropriate" reactions), Mr. Roper pulled away from his son and turned around, his back facing his child, while hugging himself.

George felt the thick tendrils come together at the back of his father's head as he tried to pull them off in vain. Once the mask covered his entire head, his father's body began to spin in a tornado across the room, though he stopped a few seconds later, revealing a stocky, smiling figure. His dark green shirt and pants struggled not to reveal his toned body; he had a green head with perfectly slicked back brown hair. Also, he was wearing a cape and boots as if he were a superhero.

"This is really incredible!!" he yelled at the figure and looked at George with his intense red eyes.

"Amazing…" George whispered and smiled.

The masked Mr. Roper picked up his son and sat on his left arm, like a feather.

"How about we make up for lost time, son?!"

George nodded excitedly, and they both left the house and flew across the city at night time. Father and son did things like share ice cream (green-headed Mr. Roper ate an ice cream with fifty-two spheres), jumped off buildings (rather, the man threw George from roof to roof and caught him before falling back to the ground). launch) and even flew through the sky across the city... When George yawned again, they returned to the room, and George was placed on his bed.

"Thanks for playing with me." George said closing his eyes. "Good night, dad…"

"No problem… Good night, son" he replied. He extended his lips to kiss the boy's forehead and he began to snore lightly. The dad left the room in an instant. "And now that he's asleep…" he said once he closed the bedroom door, looked down at his hands, as if somehow seeing the power coursing through his veins. "... it's time for me to play a little..." he added with a sinister smile, a trickle of saliva trickling down his lips, and he ran off.

And let's just say that what he did is not suitable to be added to this story.

-THE END-

#loki mask transformation #sfw #the mask #the mask trasformation #themask #fanfiction

[insomniac-jay]

To the Belly of the Beast

After receiving a tempting email from her agent, Vytal heads to Kaijura Studios for a new job. There, she meets a new face.

Vytal/Suma Chikara belongs to @calciumcryptid

Aquanette/Sakana Mizuiro belongs to @julieemarine

When her agent told her that she found her a gig she might like, Suma half believed him.

As much as she enjoyed working on more serious, mature shows, it became tiring interacting with an adult fanbase. Hopefully this new job would give her something new, something fresh.

"Your destination is on the right."

Suma's attention stayed on her phone the whole ride. She scrolled mindlessly through news of her fellow heroes and celebrities as the car came to a stop. She turned her head away to nod at her driver opening the passenger door.

Donning a pair of sunglasses, she stepped out then looked up at the building. According to her agent this was the famous Kaijura Studios, the same studio that produced the much beloved Monster Wars franchise. Suma heard about it through the grapevine of friends and family with young children-- whom the franchise was massively popular with.

Okay, so I'm gonna possibly be working on a kids series, Chikara thought as she walked towards the building.

Greeting her was a small garden with statues of the famous monsters, or kaiju, from the series. It looked like it was ripped straight out of a concept for a children's park, but that's gave the place a welcoming atmosphere.

The garden was peaceful, serene. Like Suma could spend several hours in it and never get bored; and for that she commended them.

Soon the hot summer air was switched to the cool AC air upon Suma entering the building. She stopped at the receptionist's desk and tapped the little bell.

"Hello and welcome to Kaijura Studios," the receptionist greeted. "How can I help you?"

"Hello, I have a scheduled appointment here with your boss," Suma replied, taking off her sunglasses. "Name's Chikara Suma."

The receptionist typed away at his computer before looking back up at her a few minutes later. "Yes, you are on the list. Give me like, two minutes to make a phone call then I'll send you his way."

Suma nodded and stepped back from the desk. While the receptionist was busy, she decided to look around to get a feel of what she was about to get herself into.

Luckily the first thing that caught her eye was a picture of an older man watching two young boys holding cameras. Their features were reptilian with long tails and claw tipped hands and feet. The eldest boy had crystals protruding from his back while the younger one had fins.

"Miss Chikara."

Suma's attention turned back to the receptionist. "Hm?"

"Mr. Kaijura is ready to see you."

The receptionist then gave her directions to the boss's office. With that part done, Suma made her way to Mr. Kaijura. According to the receptionist, his office was on the third floor and towards the back.

As she rode the elevator, her phone buzzed. It was a text from her agent.

How's it going so far?

Pretty good. The place is nice and the receptionist was a sweetheart.

Trust me, Chikara. You are going to love the new role.

The elevator came to a soft halt as the doors opened. A noticeably smaller and chubbier woman with curly ultramarine hair and eyes walked through the doors. She pressed the button for the first floor.

"You work here?" Suma asked.

"Oh, no. Sai- I mean, Mr. Kaijura asked me to do some stunt work for the upcoming movie," the woman replied. "My name's Mizuiro, by the way."

"Chikara. I guess that you and Mr. Kaijura are quite close if you're already on a first name basis with him." Suma winked at Mizuiro, causing the latter to fluster and fidget.

"W-well-"

The elevator dinged when it reached the third floor, cutting their conversation short. Suma gave Mizuiro a smile before walking off and heading to the back where Mr. Kaijura's office was. Once there, she moved to knock on the door only for it to be opened for her.

"You must be Chikara," Mr. Kaijura greeted. "I'm Kaijura Saizo, or you can call me Ori-"

"Ah, so you're Orion!" Suma exclaimed. "Sorry about that. I've just always wanted to meet you because of all the things I've heard about you."

Saizo smiled. "It's fine. Now, lets get to our meeting, shall we?"

#jay's writings #oc: saizo🌟 #oc: chikara suma #oc: sakana🌊 #not my oc

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

OMG PLEASE DO A PT 2, TO THE I DONT BELIEVE YOU ANYMORE- THAT WAS SO FREAKING GOOD- I CANT- OMG

I don't believe you

anymore .2 | Frank Castle

Reader: female | daughter reader

Type: Part 2 of this one shot

Warnings: kidnapping

Note: AYO Khonshu made a special appearance,

Masterlist: Marvel | The "Playlist"

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Is this what freedom feels like?

Does it feel so sad, feel like old ash, of an old building, burned to the ground, nothing more than an empty lot for the moment. Something to be built on top of you.

Frank looked at a lot of land, it was nothing more than a pile of black charred garbage. The only thing fencing off the area was the yellow police tape, along with the row of flowers and presents left in memory.

"Go ahead," A mother said, "be respectful careful of the candles."

The young boy smiled, a handmade card in hand and a teddy bear. He walked over setting them amongst the other gifts carefully.

Getting up and turning around he saw Frank standing there.

"Come on billy." His mother rushed as he followed her words, rushing back over to her.

"A shame..." a woman spoke, her friend beside her as they walked by, "I heard a little girl didn't make it out."

"really? Pour thing."

"It's even worse, she's a jane doe."

"Well, I hope she finds peace where ever she is."

How long ago was that? Years now? Frank had other problems, other people to deal with.

Just don't think about it, push it to the back of your head, don't think about it.

"Hey!"

Frank looked up, he was thinking about it again. "What?"

"You asked for some so I'm giving you some." Amy told the bowl of spaghetti held out for him."

"Yeah, thanks, kid," Frank spoke taking it from her.

She walked around the table in the small mobile home, tossed the book she hand under her arm on the table, and took a seat on the couch across from him.

"You readin' now?"

"Might as well do something while I sit here, alone," Amy spoke leaning back into the couch messing with her pasta.

He picked up the book, barely able to get through the cover's art before he tossed it back down. Ancient Egyptian gods.

He set down his bowl, "I'll be back."

"what? Can I come?" Amy questioned.

"Stay here," Frank ordered.

"What that's not fair! I've been stuck in here for a month! I want to come!" Amy argued.

"You're staying here, where you're safe," Frank demanded.

"Oh please." Amy rolled her eyes.

"Stay here. I'll be back." Frank demanded once grabbing his bag.

"Like I'm gonna believe that." Amy scoffed, settling back down in her seat.

Frank only left, god damn it. God damn it.

"Ivrina to Wes. Castles left the building."

Frank got in the van and left. Where was he going? He didn't know. He couldn't tell you even if you asked him. Maybe his car would just know where to go, where he needed to go.

There was a knock on the door, Amy got up; "Come back already Frank-"

She had opened the door without a care in the world. Yet it wasn't Frank.

"Ivrina to Wes, Snake's made contact."

The woman, maybe Amy's age, maybe a year older walked up the two steps. Was this woman really her age? She was intimidating, and strong by the looks of it.

Amy went to rush off and grab a gun but was stopped, the woman grabbing her hair and throwing her to the floor.

"He choose you over me, and You can't even fight!" she shouted, grabbing Amy by the hair and lifting her up to her feet, "Come on."

Amy was dragged by her hair out of the mobile home, shouting for the woman to let go, attempting to fight back, but was only kicked in the gut, where she doubled over in pain and was dragged along, a man opening the back of there van and Amy was thrown inside.

"Wes and Snake, we're out," Wes spoke into his earpiece, the two getting in the driver and passenger seats.

"Let me out of here!" Amy shouted.

We drove off, leaving the mobile home empty and barren.

It was a quiet drive back to their base, only briefly were there moments of talking: where they were located. Ivrina kept tabs on them: making sure they were clear as they drove.

"Whattaya want with the girl Snake?" Wes spoke.

"Let her go after 1 am" She spoke.

Wes nodded they pulled into a car lift and Irvina walked in behind the van, Snake got out of the car, and walked out of the lift.

"Oi! Where are you going!?" Ivrina argued.

"I got another call to make, keep shit running underground Wes, tell Khonshu I'll be back late, Ivrina you're with me."

Frank sat at the library, Y/n enjoyed going there often, what he was doing there he didn't know. He didn't read, well he did, but not often. not like Y/n did. She'd run down those steps, unable to carry all the books she had checked out with a smile.

"Whatcha learn today kid?"

Then she'd go on and on, there was always something new to learn from her. His phone started ringing, it was either Curtis or Amy.

Looking at the ID it was Amy. He sighed, picking it up, "Kid I don't want to hear it."

It was silent, only soft breathing on the other end, Snake on the other side of the phone as she and Irvina stood on a rooftop.

"Kid?" Frank asked again.

"Isn't it lovely?" Snake spoke, "Finally, all alone like you wanted."

"Who the fuck is this?" Frank demanded.

"Meet where the ash still lives." Snake demanded, "When Khonshu rules the world."

"You do anything to the kid I swear-"

Snake had already hung up, tossing the phone over the edge and into the water below.

"You ain't seriously goin back to that place?" Ivrina argued, "He ain't worth your time."

Snake looked back at her, "I'll handle it, You and Wes are in charge of the underground. Get to Khonshu and tell him."

Ivrina nodded, "Keep one under the moon."

Snake nodded, "So we may attack during the night."

They spilled on that rooftop. It wasn't far from where Snake wanted to end up.

That building is still gone, old police tape blocking off the area, old flowers and toys knocked over, broken glass from fallen candles.

She sat on the rooftop next to the empty lot, waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

Frank had probably gone back to that mobile home, probably called anyone he could to help find the kid, to pinpoint her location.

"You do this, and you are gone."

Snake laughed lightly under her breath, "I know."

"It will never be the same. He'll kill you either way."

Snake stood up, the moon would shine its brightest soon.

"I'm breaking our contract Khonshu." Snake spoke, "But as a friend, I ask you to watch me one last time."

She turned around and looked up at him, "And as someone who raised me, made this possible, I wish you a good life, and goodbye."

Khonshu was quiet as she looked up at him, "I wish you good luck Y/n."

Snake nodded, bowing her head in respect, "he is here."

She turned back around, Frank waking down the street, Snake walking over to the edge.

"Come out now!" Frank shouted, "You threaten the kid you threaten me!"

"Seems awfully familiar Castle!"

He whipped around quick, a rifle in hand, "You give me the kid now! And I make your death easy."

With ease Y/n made it down the fire escapes, landing in front of him.

He would've shot anyone by now.

Y/n walked forward, her bare feet against the dirty concrete, pressing the tip of the rifle into her chest, where her heart sat, not that it held anything.

"You want to know who you're shooting first?" Yn declared, pulling her hood down, god it was bad. "Not that you'd care."

Cuts along her face, with short hair, shaved in the back and on the sides, a Snake tattoo went up to her neck and to her face, her left face injured with old burns,

"And if you did I wouldn't believe you anyway."

It was silent between the two, the young woman in front of him held a look of betrayal, she looked hurt.

"Where's the kid." He growled out.

Y/n's face tightened, he didn't realize her?

"You're gonna have to kill me for it."

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Prompt: Santana "scopes" out Brittany while she's out on a date to figure out who Britt is dating and who is her type. Bonus points if she does something dumb and Britt catches her snooping.

Thanks for the prompt! I'm writing this AU based on that hilarious Petramos scene from Jane The Virgin. Also available here on AO3

"Hi Santana!"

The prettiest girl she had ever seen with sparkling blue, upturned eyes was talking to her with the brightest smile on her cute face, holding her fat cat in her arms like a baby. Santana froze, her lips parting and dropped the bowl of popcorn she was holding for her, Finn and their friends to have at their movie night. Santana was only six and Finn's older sister was already ten. Santana didn't know why Brittany was so friendly to her and Finn even though she was an older kid but the innocent blonde girl was always so sweet to her.

"Hm." She grunted, pretending not to care and trying to hide her embarrassment over spilling an entire bowl of popcorn. Brittany started to giggle as Santana felt a hot blush rise to her face. The taller girl leaned down and their hands brushed when she helped her pick up the popcorn that was scattered all over the carpet. She looked away from Brittany, still stubbornly trying not to show how captivated by her she was as she went back down to make a new bowl of popcorn.

Throughout their lives, she'd continue seeing Brittany when she was hanging out with her old friend Finn, along with Tina, Rachel and some of the other kids at his house. Santana was way too shy and stubborn to admit to herself how much she liked Brittany.

Santana made up her mind that she was not going to fall for Brittany. If there was one thing Santana Lopez did not do, it was vulnerability. The problem was that ten seconds in the presence of Brittany turned her into the biggest romantic sap and she wasn't going to allow that to happen.

Then everything changed when she was twenty-one. Pretending to work at an auto shop with her childhood friend even though she hated working on cars to impress a girl she certainly did not like was one of the dumbest things she had ever done but she had overheard Brittany fawning over some greasy mechanic dude that the blonde thought was so rugged so here she was on a Saturday afternoon, hating every minute of her life.

"Santana... can you actually you know, do something?" Finn looked at her in annoyance as she just stood by, filing her nails when the tall man had been working for hours at whatever stupid car thing he was doing. "Or leave if you're not going to actually help?"

"Alright already with the sass. Quit your bitching." Santana huffed. Finn shook his head, rolling his eyes as Santana looked on with undisguised boredom while he explained how to fix something to her.

"I'll be right back. Um... you don't need to touch anything."

"What? You don't think I can do it?" Santana growled at him, offended. "How hard can this even be? It's just a dumb car."

Finn narrowed his eyes at her, giving her a warning look before he walked off to make himself what Santana assumed was his tenth grilled cheese sandwich for the day.

She dropped the wrench she was holding on her foot and yelped in pain when the figure of a gorgeous, tall young woman with long blonde hair traipsed into the auto shop, swinging her hips seductively. Everything Brittany did was somehow so sexual and alluring that it made Santana's head spin.

"Hi Santana," She fluttered her eyelashes, sultry blue eyes trailing up and down Santana's form in a way that made Santana's knees tremble. "You look really good."

"Thanks," Santana mumbled, trying desperately to keep herself under control and maintain her grumpy facade. "Well I have to get back to work. Finn does nothing around here so it's always me who has to do everything."

"That's too bad. Can I hang out with you while you work?"

Santana couldn't stop staring at Brittany's legs in the tiny jean shorts she was wearing that barely covered them, biting her lip. She knew if she let Brittany hang out there for a minute more she was going to not be able to resist her. It was a good thing that Finn walked into the shop at that exact moment, raising his eyebrows at the sight of the two of them and interrupting the tension. Santana cleared her throat awkwardly.

"No... " She started to shake her head then pouted at the disappointed look on Brittany's face as the high-maintenance Latina shut her down. "Um, what I mean is... we wouldn't want you to get hurt and Finnocence gets all grouchy when random people stick around in here when he's working."

"Oh well. Guess you have better things to do. I better go get ready for my date then." Brittany shrugged her shoulders, flipping her hair as the smile returned to her face.

Alarm bells went off in Santana's head and she went into full panic mode.

"Your date? You have a date?" She practically demanded, following Brittany as the blonde walked away. "With who?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. You wouldn't know them," Brittany giggled softly again, unfazed even though Santana was completely freaking out. "See you later."

With that, the blonde walked away like a supermodel with her head held high. Finn groaned in annoyance when Santana began ranting to him at full volume.

"She has a date?!" She whined loudly.

"Yeah," He looked at her weirdly. "It's Brittany we're talking about... I don't know why you're surprised. What's the big deal?"

"How can she have a date?"

Finn stared at her blankly for a long moment. He wasn't sure what she was asking.

"Someone asked her on one?"

"How come she never asked me on a date?" Santana mumbled under her breath with a childish pout as she sat on the cement floor, pulling her knees up to her chest with a glum expression.

"Whoa whoa... you have feelings for my sister? When did this start?"

"What?! No way. Th- that's not the point and I mean... I don't. I don't get feelings like some kind of sentimental fool."

"Maybe she was waiting for you to ask her," Finn shrugged, still reeling from the revelation that Santana maybe had a thing for his big sister. His friend's denials weren't very convincing and her red face told a completely different story to what she was saying. "I mean... theoretically if you did like her, not saying you do! Brittany likes being courted. It's pretty annoying having all these guys and girls come to our house bringing her flowers or whatever else but she likes being spoiled."

"So she does like girls too... " Santana mused, embarrassed when Finn gave her a knowing look, a smug smile on his face and she realized she had said that out loud. "I mean, not that I care. I don't care who she likes. Wait, which guys and girls was she with? How many?"

Finn slapped a hand to his face, exasperated and trying his best to dodge her questions. Santana continued to grumble, not talking about anything except Brittany's date for the next ten minutes until Finn got fed up.

"I'm even working at this stupid shop for her." She groaned.

"Wait, you told me you wanted to learn about cars... " Finn furrowed his brows in confusion. "So that was just about you wanting to get with my sister?"

"That's... not the point," She looked away sheepishly, crossing her arms in a defensive way at the irritated look her friend was giving her. "What does her date have that I don't?"

"You know, maybe you're just not her type."

"Not her type? I'm every girl's type!" Santana declared, outraged by the suggestion. "You know what, if I'm not her type then who is?"

Before he knew what was happening, Santana marched off in an angry huff with a determined look on her face.

"Wait, Santana - don't do something reckless!" He shouted to her as she took off but it was useless as clearly her mind had already been made up and when Santana was in one of her chaotic evil moods, he knew nothing could stop her. "Hey... wait a minute did you do something to my car? Santana, what the hell? You're a terrible mechanic."

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Santana got into her car and drove to Breadstix where she had overheard Brittany say she was going. She drove at full speed, darting across the lanes and cursing loudly at several other drivers along the way for being so slow. She had quite a few people yell at her but she ignored them as she had a one track mind. She knew she was maybe going too far but her curiosity got the best of her and she just had to know.

So maybe she had also changed into the sexiest black dress she owned and made sure she looked perfect but that wasn't because she was trying to impress Brittany or anything.

She spotted Brittany's bright Barbie pink car parked outside and got out of her car, ducking behind it as her eyes darted around to make sure the blonde hadn't spotted her. She kept leaning up on her tiptoes, trying to get a better look inside the restaurant and there were a few times when people spotted her but she ignored their judgmental looks because she was on a mission.

"What the hell? That's her type?!" She shouted, earning another weird look from a passing old couple. Sure enough, Brittany's date could have passed for Santana's twin brother. He had a similar brown complexion, black hair and was even slightly shorter than Brittany, wearing black clothes that looked incredibly expensive and a scowl on his face.

Santana fumed and cursed at the fact that she wasn't taller as someone walked in front of the blonde's table and blocked the Latina's view. Without really thinking about what she was doing she saw a tree nearby and climbed it at full speed. Santana's dark eyes widened when Brittany somehow seemed to catch her eye, noticing the girl in the tree and the blonde's lips parted in surprise. She cringed and tried her best to hide from view. Luckily Brittany went back to talking to her date so Santana breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, that also meant having to watch Brittany look all affectionate with her date for what felt like a million years.

It was time to try something different. Santana's jealousy got the best of her and she winced as she struggled to get down from the tree, her makeup and clothes probably looking like a mess by the time she finally got down. She quietly slipped into Breadstix and found the smallest, wimpiest looking waitress, cornering them.

"Look, here's what's going to happen. You give me that uniform or I tell the health authorities about that time you guys had mice building a summer home in this place."

And so Santana was pretending to be a Breadstix waitress on a Saturday night, in the hopes of scoping out the girl she definitely didn't have a major crush on. Surprisingly, no one else who worked at the place seemed to notice anything odd. Brittany's date leaned in, giving the tall, freckled girl a quick kiss and Santana dropped the tray of glasses she was carrying in her devastated state, causing everyone to turn around and stare at her while the room erupted into laughter. Everyone, that was, except a certain pretty, blue-eyed blonde.

"Santana? Is that you?"

Brittany stood over her, helping her up. She was covered in various liquids and there was broken glass everywhere. Now this was embarrassing...

"Hey, do you even work here?" Sandy, a waitress who had been a long-time arch enemy of the Latina asked. "Wait a minute... I know you. I thought we had you banned."

"What are you doing, Santana?" Brittany asked with a small, amused and indulgent smile. Santana couldn't bear to look at her face, mortified as she realized that Brittany knew exactly who she was and what she was up to. She expected the blonde to be furious with her but instead she seemed to be stifling laughter. "Did you follow me here? I didn't know you were into impersonating waitresses or climbing trees."

"I didn't... I wasn't... that wasn't me."

"You followed us here? You stalked us?" Brittany's date on the other hand was seething. "Who pretends to be a waitress? What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Hey, don't judge me!" Santana became defensive now, rolling her neck in her typical sassy way and squaring her shoulders. "So you're Brittany's type? She can do way better."

"You think you're better?" He scoffed and a crowd began to gather, staring at the two of them.

"Hey, you wanna fight? Cause I'll go all Lima Heights right here, right now!"

"Brittany, this is too much. I'm not fighting with some insane stalker girl and I'm leaving." He announced, glaring at Santana. Ha, good riddance, Bitch she thought to herself.

Brittany followed Santana outside after that incident and the dark-haired girl couldn't handle the way the blonde was staring at her with this knowing, amused glint in her eyes, a tiny smirk on her face as she just watched her without saying a word.

"Okay, so maybe I did follow you here... because your brother said maybe I'm not your type and I just had to know who your type was if it wasn't me... I don't usually act like this okay!" Santana finally yelled as they walked over to her car.

"Santana... " Brittany just rolled her eyes but didn't seem too upset. In fact, she giggled sweetly when Santana glared at her.

"Usually people stalk me... not the other way around! Girls fawn over me! I do not simp for girls. I don't act like a stupid romantic fool. Everyone's afraid of me because they know I can beat their ass!"

"Santana."

"Okay fine... I admit it. I really like you okay and I was super jealous because you were on a date with someone else so I couldn't take it anymore but that's not like me. I'm gonna go now."

Before Brittany could say another word, the black haired girl slouched away, overcome with embarrassment and got into her car.

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Santana lay on the carpet in her apartment, trying to keep it together even though her dignity was in tatters. If the rumours about what happened at Breadstix spread around town, her reputation would be ruined forever. More than that though, she couldn't stop crying about how she had lost Brittany for good.

She wiped her eyes after sobbing for the fiftieth time, going to the door in just her crappiest looking sweatpants and dirty tank top when she heard the doorbell ring. She was so not in the mood for Finn, Mike, or Rachel's nonsense right now when her world was ending. She sobbed when she thought about the blonde girl again.

"Flopson... if this is about your dumb car it's not my fault it doesn't work anymore, the thing's a cheap pile of crap. Look Brittany hates me now and there's no point to living anymore so just leave me al-"

She stood in stunned silence, her eyes widening when the person who appeared at her door turned out to be none other than Brittany herself, wearing the skimpiest pink dress known to humankind.

"Hi... " She purred.

"Um, hi... " Santana didn't know what to say. She couldn't believe Brittany was seeing her look like a complete mess again and cringed, trying to hide herself from view. Her black hair was messy and she knew it would be pretty obvious she had just been crying. Brittany cupped her cheek, wiping away a tear.

“I’m sorry I look like a mess.” Santana mumbled, hanging her head.

“Huh? You look cute. Like cuter than you ever were before.”

Santana wasn’t entirely sure about that but something about the way Brittany was watching her made her feel comfortable being so dressed down around her. Still, she was waiting for the inevitable telling off from the blonde for how she had reacted to the date earlier. She had been such an idiot. 

"You're really arrogant and intense," Brittany told her plainly. "Not to mention possessive."

"Hm, maybe so." Santana looked away defensively. To her surprise Brittany did not look remotely put off. In fact, more like the opposite.

"It's incredibly hot."

Now Santana was rendered completely speechless.

"I just want to say, what you did tonight was so adorable and really sexy. No one has ever been so into me like that," Brittany breathed against her lips, leaning in closer as she came into the apartment. "I love it when you're intense and when you're sweet like you are now."

"You do?" Santana asked, confused. Well this wasn't what she expected at all. "What about your date?"

Brittany shook her head, still staring into her eyes with that adoring look.

"He would never have pretended to fix cars, followed me, climbed a tree for me, impersonated a Breadstix waitress or fought someone in public for me. So he's obviously not the one."

Santana hid her face, groaning in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed. I like it," Brittany smirked. "I've always liked you, you know, ever since we were kids. Today, when you were at the auto shop... you were just irresistible all sweaty like that. I've never seen anyone so hot."

"Really?"

"You're cute... but I don't know why you always run away from me or pretend to be all grumpy. Even though it's still cute when you do that. It makes it really difficult for us to date if you keep running."

"I'm in love with you okay! I just... I really, really like you." She cringed at how she sounded, knowing she was rambling but Brittany just seemed to bring this side out of her just by existing. 

"Yeah, I know." Brittany giggled again as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck and running her fingers through black hair.

Before she knew what was happening, the blonde pulled her into a steamy kiss and Santana's mind went blank as she forgot about everything else other than Brittany's lips pressed hotly against hers. It was the hottest kiss Santana had ever had and it turned into a lot more than that when Santana pushed Brittany back on her bed, stripping her out of that tiny pink dress as the blonde’s hands slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants.

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The oomani-di Next Door 🚪 😍

Chapter 1 The Ad 📄

Characters:Charlotte Baker and Wolf Predator. (Nracha-dte)

Charlotte is at a grocery store getting a few things when a worker said over the intercom "there's a spill on Aisle 47 that needs a clean up, please.." while the employee repeated the message a second time, Charlotte came to a hault wearing a look of confusion on her face as she spoke,"Aisle 47?.. just, how big is this place?!"

"I take it that your new here, dear?" one of the shoppers asked, as her two kids walks off, "yeah, just recently moved here.." she was going to say that she just buried her grandmother a few weeks ago but decided to leave that part out. The older woman hummed in response while keeping an eye on her kids, as they looked at the snacks on the shelves "You could say, were a little more advanced here in Gunnison after the peace treaty was set with the Yautja." she said casually, "There actually not a bad specimen once you get use to the faces, it kinda grows on you. Plus, the males treats the females with respect.. which is something that some human males can learn from, if you know what I mean?" the mother added.

The two kids try sneaking some unnecessary snacks in the shopping cart, everytime they dropped an item in the cart, she would take it out and put it right back on the shelf as the mother spoke again. "I have a friend of mine that was in a bad relationship with another man, a human one and the next thing you know this masked humanoid male came in, like her knight n' shinning armor type deal.. the two have been inseparable ever since."

The mother talked and talked to Charlotte for what felt like hours about, how great these Yautja species are.. she had just finished checking out and payed for her items, when she found an ad on the bulletin board that had caught her eye as she walked by.

In need of a caretaker, no experience necessary apply anytime.

Room available for caregiver, no appliances needed.

Charlotte stares at the ad for a moment, thinking it over... 'Why the hell, not?' she thought to herself while taking the ad with her, along with her bag of groceries.

Charlotte drove what felt like hours, driving to the known address that's on the ad from the grocery store. Once she reached the destination her mouth nearly dropped at the sight, "Holy shit.." the young woman whispered, as she got out of her car infront of... what looks to be a tree house-like cabins with multiple tree house-like huts near by, each tree were connected with a bridge.

"I'm way in over my head here.." Charlotte said to herself, she slowly spun around and walked backwards towards the cabins "... there's no way, I'll be able to take care of this.." getting interrupted by clicking sounds coming from the trees in the forest.

The young woman sighed while running her fingers through her hair before taking one last glance at the piece of paper then, spoke to herself 'get it together Charlotte, you got this' marching towards the cabins.

Right when Charlotte reached the front door of the cabins it opened up revealing a very tall male, that was wearing a grey, stone-like mask with thorns all around the crest of it's head and the forehead of the mask had some sort of symbols or markings of some kind. He looked down at the female while Charlotte had to crane her neck a bit cause she was standing so close to him, 'This guy is so tall.. and this costume... makes him look badass,' she thought to herself, as he stepped to the side, allowing her to come in. After she walked in, the male was getting ready to walk out the front door when he heard the woman call out to him, "Nice costume, by the way. Have fun at comic con!" Charlotte had her back turned and kept moving forward. She missed the confused head tilt coming from the male. The silver and gold beads clicked together as he turned to leave out the door 'strange ooman,' he thought to himself.

Yautja Language - English Translation:

ooman - human

nracha-dte - relentless

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The Dodge Challenged - DoMAYstic day 20

Criminal Minds, Gen

Aaron Hotchner & David Rossi

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Dave roared the engine on his Dodge Challenger and Aaron withstood the urge to roll his eyes. The kids in the next lane responded by letting their own engine scream, but the little Honda Civic didn’t stand a chance against the roaring muscle car. Still they laughed and attempted very hard to drown out Dave’s far more expensive engine. 

"Dave…" He warned gently, but the man next to him ignored it.

The light turned and both cars sped off towards the freeway, which luckily was mostly empty at this time of day. The Dodge quickly overtook the Civic but not before the piercing sound of police sirens vibrated through their skulls. 

Dave pulled a face as he pulled over. The officer came over quickly. A young man with the ambitious goal of growing a beard, "Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?"

Dave shrugged, "I haven't the foggiest."

"Alright sir, can you tell me what the speed limit is here?"

Dave raised an eyebrow at Aaron, "I'd think you should know the answer to that question, young man."

The officer clearly worked hard to maintain his patience, "I do, sir. I am asking if you do."

Aaron felt like he'd had enough of this game, "Fifty-five."

"Yeah," Dave drawled, "what he said."

The poor officer bit his lip. "Technically that's not correct for the on-ramp. However, I'll let that slide for now. Are you aware of how fast you were going, sir?"

"I think it was around that," Dave said with a smile on his face.

He shook his head, "Try closer to sixty-five, sir."

"No…!" There was a mock-shocked expression on Dave's face. "Are you sure your speedometer isn't broke?"

"Quite sure, sir. I'm going to have to see your licence and registration now."

Dave moved slowly, "I'm going to take it out of my jacket, alright?"

Nodding, the young officer agreed, "That's alright, sir."

"Just gonna take out my license and my badge, don't mind the gun, it's secured."

"A--a gun, sir?" There was clear alarm in the man's voice but Aaron immediately tried to calm him down. "We're FBI agents. The gun is standard procedure, but it is secured."

"Oh, well," the officer swallowed, "alright then." He took the paperwork Dave handed him, checked his badge and the one Aaron held up, then moved back to his vehicle. 

"Dave," Aaron sighed, "why did you have to get us into this mess?"

"You saw those kids! They were taunting me!" 

Aaron frowned, but wasn't able to reply since the officer returned, "Well sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a ticket."

"A ticket?" Dave's indignation seemed to puff him up like a balloon. "Can't you just give me a warning?"

"Uh… no sir. You were going sixty-five on an on-ramp. I can't just let you off with a warning, sir."

"You just said you'd ignore the on-ramp thing," Dave argued. 

"I did not, sir. I said I would let it slide for now. However, as federal agents, I do believe you should know better, sir."

Aaron sank down against the window and muttered, "Oh, trust me, I do."

The officer either didn't hear him or he ignored him, handing Dave the ticket before wishing them a good day and safe travels.

Dave pulled a face, "Three hundred dollars! Can you believe it?"

Aaron nodded, a defeated look on his face, "I believe it."

"It was only ten miles over!"

Aaron neglected to point out that they were still sitting on the on-ramp. "I think he added a surcharge for giving him lip."

Dave grumbled some more as he turned the car back onto the road. He carefully watched his speedometer as he drove, staying just below the maximum at all times. 

As he pulled into Aaron's driveway, Dave seemed to have calmed down somewhat, "Pick you up same time tomorrow?"

Aaron nodded, "Yeah, sounds fine. My car is still in the shop for a few more days." As he walked into his house, Aaron pulled out his phone and started to type furiously, 'rental cars near me'.

Fin.

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#5

Already got an idea for another Ghost fic!

A child gets in a car wreck with her parents that happens to be close to the ministry. Both parents are dead and child goes to the nearby church for help and a sister of sin takes her in and brings her to Papa 4. Papa hears her story and then asks if she has any other family and she says no, so he offers to let her live at the ministry. Child accepts and she then gets to live in the church and explores and learns all about it. Lots of bittersweet stuff ensues.

Been seeing lots of sweet pics and vids of the Papas interacting with young fans and wanted to do something cute

11 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#4

 A sneak peak of my Ghost/Scooby Doo fic for ya’ll :3

There were eight, no, nine figures in the red-lit room that resembled the main stage. Eight of these figures were clad in all black and each one wore a terrifying black horned mask. The more he looked the more demonic they became. They surrounded a ninth figure who was dressed like he ran a church, but something felt very bad. He was swinging some strange smoking device around as the others played different instruments. 

“Siamo con clavi, siamo con Dio

Siamo con il nostro Dio scuro,” the main figure sang in a ghostly tone.

They were summoning demons! This was bad. Really really bad. Ghosts he was used to, but this was much more sinister and dangerous. He had to find Shaggy. No, he had to find everyone and warn them. 

Scooby turned and came face to face with one of those masked monsters. It hissed in his face and pushed him forward, making him yelp and fall through the door. 

The music stopped instantly. Scooby looked back and saw that the creature that pushed him had vanished. He heard low voices whispering amongst themselves and he whipped his head around to find that he was surrounded by those eight confused and slightly agitated masked creatures. Scooby was at a loss for words as he looked at each one. All he could see and sense were bad intentions and bared teeth as some growled at him.

“Ruh-roh,” he managed to whimper, trembling like a leaf. The eight figures stepped back, letting their obvious leader come forward. Everything about this one felt evil to Scooby as a single pale eye looked down at him. The man’s painted face appeared frozen in a scowl before he smiled and chuckled darkly.

“Ahh, we have a visitor. You look nervous, piccolo amico,” he crowed in an Italian accent as he bent down to face him properly.

Scooby found the energy he so desperately needed and he let out a howling scream, kicking the man towards the creatures and jumping to his feet to run. He didn’t dare look back as those other creatures let out alarmed cries.

“Ah! Cazzo! Get him!” The man exclaimed.

Let me know what ya’ll think so far. I’m having a lot of fun with this :D

Also @space-is-a-paradox enjoy ^-^

11 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#3

Getting 3 of my wisdom teeth removed in an hour. Wish me luck y’all ✌🏼

11 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#2

God, I’m such a simp for TFP Starscream :’D

12 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band), Scooby Doo - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Papa Emeritus IV, Nameless Ghoul(s), Scooby Doo, Norville "Shaggy" Rogers, Velma Dinkley, Daphne Blake, Fred Jones, Original Female Character(s), Hex Girls (Scooby Doo), Muffy St. James | Dusk, Kimberly "Kim" Moss | Luna, Sally McKnight | Thorn Additional Tags: Mystery, Minor Violence, Recreational Drug Use, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change Summary:

Scooby and the gang have another mystery on their hands after being invited as VIP guests for the Hex Girls who are the opening act for the mysterious and ghoulish band, Ghost, in a mysterious theater. One of Papa's ghouls has been framed for attacking an employee of the theater, but Papa insists that his ghouls would never do such a thing unless provoked. Can Scooby and his friends prove the band's innocence before the big show begins or will more people be attacked by the mystery ghoul, resulting in the show to be cancelled and Ghost being sent away?

Chapter 3 up! Check it out ya’ll :D

13 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

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[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

okay im just gonna pull out all my bull shit for this one and just write it out feel free to not respond if y'all don't wanna i just . Wanna type this dumbfuckery out my brain

tw for child abuse, kidnapping, domestic violence, domestic sexual violence

when i was a yee young one my parents fought a lot and it's like my only memories of being a kid really was my parents fighting and i (5-10) would jutt in and try to calm them down but once i started getting older my older sister would bring me and my brother upstairs to either her room or when i moved up there, my room and we'd ride it out. the police have been called on my father atleast 4 times? (it may be 7 just somewhere around that range) i remember once he "legally kidnapped" my brother and that still like. fucks with me because i know i was a kid but my brother was there with me and if i had just like tried harder i could of gotten him out of the car? there was another time me and my dad picked my brother up from school and he was having a tantrum and so my father the absolutely sane man he is pulled my brother out of the car and drove away. i was 12 and i thought he was fucking abandoning him and i started yelling at him to turn around and he was like im just proving a point i'll get him stop being a crybaby !!!! and then he let him in the car after driving for a block and having my brother try and chase the car down. i also came out to him as a trans man in the car and he started driving down the same road he did when he did the thing to my brother but then turned around and went to a donut shop he has never been to and gotten literally nothing and just sat in there and then came back i have no idea what he was doing! (

new paragraph cuz the other one had too many words)

another time my dad showed me a picture of my mother with her ex that she had while they were in the process of getting divorced which never happened but that also in ingrained in my head. but nothing ever happened they never took me away or anything. my father also would "wrestle" with me and my siblings as children and i have like, scars where he accidentally pushed me into something and he just kinda was an all around asshole who would literally beat me up until me the chad i am learned how to punch him in his gut so hard he has to go shit. which also he would pull on my toes until they popped and now all of my toe joints hurt during the winter like i already have smth wrong with my bones but like that sure didn't fucking help! and one time i think i was 10 or 11 he had sparklers and he chased me around with them and then he had screamer which you light and then throw and they go up in the air and scream he threw a couple of those at me and i think he was playing he wasn't gonna try and fucking kill me but i was so scared and like i literally have fucking ptsd flash backs when i hear firecrackers now ! uh also when i was turning 11 or 12 i was with my grandma at church and we were cleaning cuz she'd give me money to help out and she handed me her phone so i could text my mom and i scrolled up through their texts and i found a conversation (the last conversation it was right in my face) of my mother telling my grandma that my dad had bought my mother some cigarettes and then tried to use the fact he gave her cigarettes to get my mother to have sex with him. and that will always always be in my head cuz it was my first holy shit people aren't supposed to do this moment. and then at christmas he burnt my hand with his cigarette and it gave me this scar that im really self conscious about and then proceeded to gaslight me infront of my family to convince me it was my fault because i wanted attention from him. and that kinda brings me to today where im learning guitar and he's helping teach me. on one hand i want him to be there and finally be the father he never fucking was but i also just. i don't want him to be nice to me. it is so much easier to hate him than to like him and i don't WANT to like him i'll never fuckinh forgive him for what he did to my mom and what he did to my whole family but half of my brains like holy shit it's the dad we never had and the other is like holy shit get away from him he'll just hurt you again . and i do like guitar and hes good and helping me get it but. tbh i kinda just wanna use my kid privilege to make him teach me and then just go back to not talking to him and letting him rot in his roof because that's what he deserves. is that like bad? that i've learned to manipulate my dad to get what i want??? like i always had to pulls strings to get him to like go to grocery store or something so im used to it but really all i see him as is a resource or money he's stacked as hell why shouldn't i take advantage of it. but also i don't. want to be that type of guy??? anyway sorry for the long paragraphs about reminiscing on my dickshit childhood hope y'all r doing well

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about everything your father put you through. I hope you're safe now. Thank you for sharing your experiences.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #trauma details #abuse #child abuse #emotional abuse

[tommyshebyisdaddy]

Be my baby

Tommy Shelby x female!reader

Summary: Tomas finally finds him self his number one. ( Also there is no grace or Charlie in this fic because I hate that woman :)

Warnings: Smut, age gap (reader is 18) swearing, smoking,drinking,

The night we met I knew I needed you so

And if I had the chance I'd never let you go

So won't you say you love me

I'll make you so proud of me

We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go

the light was dim as Y/n sat at her desk going over her papers at Shelby company limited. She was exhausted but she knew she had to have all these paper finished in time for tomorrow. She did not want to upset her boss. Well no one did he was the most dangerous man in Birmingham along with his older and younger brother. Y/n had not met Tommy Shelby yet and part of her was great full. She had heard many stories from her farther about how brutal he was. How many men he had killed. How many innocent lives he had taken, and the people he had hurt along the way.

Her farther hated the fact that she worked for the man. But he knew that they both needed the money, he was a normal factory worker and it didn’t bring in very much money for the family. So young Y/n took it upon herself to get a job and help provide for her loved ones. At a young age her mother had died due to the Spanish influenza. Y/n was impacted greatly by her death. Wile her farther was away fighting she lived with her grandparents who had practically raised the young girl.

Y/n sighed as she rubbed her eyes trying to keep herself awake. She continued to type away on the old type writer that did not want to co-operate with her. She was beginning to become frustrated with it as she. Walked around the small desk to look at the back of the type writer to see if they was something wrong with it. As she lifted it up she was only to find that there was no inc inside the stupid thing. She let out an angry scoff. as she walked back around to the front of her desk as she began to rummage through her drawers.

She looked up from her desk when she heard a door close in front of her. Her eyes widened as she saw him. Tomas Shelby. They eyes met as her cheeks began to turn a bright pink because of the embarrassment. She swallowed thickly as she looked at him. She didn't know what to say, what could she say. Everyone else had gone home. She was just slow at her job so now she had to finish her work for him at eight o'clock at night.

"Sorry mr Shelby, I just have to finish of the papers you requested for tomorrow, but the type writer does not wish to co-operate with that."

She let out a shaking breath as she gripped her desk biting her lip. She wanted as he brought his cigarette to his lips with out saying one word to her. Y/n stood there awkwardly waiting for him to speak but instead her just stood there watching her making her weak under his strong gaze. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen. His face didn't carry any emotion making her worried for a moment.

"No need to be sorry, you can finish them tomorrow I don't need them until tomorrow, how about I take you home?"

His words caught her of guard she was not expecting his kindness not after what people had said about him. He was meant be be a monster dangerous and heartless. But this man was far from dangerous and heartless. Even if he did seem kind y/n knew it was not best to get into a car with a man she didn't really know. Birmingham was a dangerous place after all.

" I really shouldn't, Lizzy said they needed to be done by tomorrow morning once I get the type writer working I can walk. I don't want to be a burden mr Shelby"

The man only shook his head and looked up at her once more. Her heart was in her throat the way he looked at her was the way every woman wished to be looked at. It made her cheeks heat up and butterfly's to erupt in her stomach. She was not used to much male attention apart from the odd drunk when she was walking home at night.

"You are no burden, as I said I do not need the papers until tomorrow afternoon, now let me take you home miss"

"Y/n , Y/n L/n"

She grabbed her coat from her chair and her bag from on top of the desk as she followed tommy to his car outside the building. This was her first Time in a car she didn't have much money to have such luxurious like a car but she didn't mind she was just great full for the things she did have. Most people in Birmingham were struggling with money and was lucky to be in a working class environment not a lower class one.

As she sat down she could feel his eyes on her making her bow her head with a small smile on her face. She played with her hands as she waited for him to start the car she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him. He was intimidating and she had to admit she was a bit intimidated by him his strong build and deep voice. The he stood as if he owned everything even her. She couldn't put it into word but it was like he was the king of the world. They just didn't know that yet.

"Oh I live just down the road take a left then the next right my house is at the end of that street, thank you again"

Y/n smiled as she made directions with her hands at the window in attempt to show tommy where she lived. He only nodded holding in a chuckle at her child like habits. He wanted as she sat comfortably back into the car as he drove through the dirty streets of small Heath with the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.

How he hadn't seen her before was so confusing to him. Unless she was knew but he hadn't been told of any new people. But nobody told him anything anymore because his brothers were just fucking useless. He rarely left his office anymore. He barely interacted with people like he used to. His only friend was whisky it helped clear his head it made him calm down.

The car came to a stop as y/n picked up her bag from the floor of the car. Opening up the car door and shutting with a light slam carefully not to wake up the street. She sent Tommy a smile as she put on he coat walking around the car to her front door. She turned around to the car and mouthed a soft 'thank you'.

Tommy watched as he entered her home. He had not felt this way since he was a boy. He was so enchanted by the young girl he himself did not believe it. He sighed softly as he fixed his hat onto his head before driving of into the distance. Y/n watched from her bedroom window with pink cheeks and a cheeky smile.

The next morning as Y/n walked into Shelby company. She made her way over to her desk, her eyes widened as she looked down at her desk. There it was a band new type writer sat at her desk. It wasn't like the last one it looked beautiful it must have been expensive by the branding on the back as she looked up she saw mr Shelby nod at her as he entered his office.

So won't you, please, be my, be my baby

Be my little baby, my one and only baby

Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby

Be my baby now, my one and only baby

Wha oh oh oh

As she stared out of the window she smiled lightly. Tommy had invited her to one of his many clubs, she had never been so exited. It did make her feel rather childish she knew that she did look quite silly for being so happy but the whole day she couldn't remove the Permanent grin on her face even wile she was working. Her head was stuck in the clouds just dreaming of how the night would go.

Even though she was exited she was rather nervous she didn't own many expensive clothes and y/n didn't want to look like a fool on their first date. After all the club was quite grand and elegant. Women wore beautiful dresses and expensive jewellery yet she had none of that. She had tried to find something to wear but so far she had nothing but right now all she cared about was him for the time being that was.

She had asked if she was aloud to leave work a tad bit early so she had time to get ready. Tommy had agreed not wanting her to walk home in the dark. He had been driving her home from work ever since the first day the two of them had laid eyes on each other. Y/n had to admit she was very flattened by his kindness, she was however nervous that her farther would find out about Tommys kindness and put it all to a stop and that was the last thing that the young girl wanted.

She grabbed her thing and left the building with one of the biggest smiled on her face. She bit her lip out of excitement as she walked down the street with a spring in her step. She hadn't really been on a proper date before of course she had a boyfriends in the past but as soon as y/n said that she wasn't really ready to go all the way none of them really stuck around making her feel like a fool most of the time. No amount of convincing from her farther made her feel better either. Stupid boys. But Tommy wasn't a silly old boy he was a nana true gentleman.

As she reached home she found that it was empty her farther was still at work her face scrunched up in confusion at the tow parcels on kitchen table it was a tow light pink box's one was significantly bigger than the other. As y/n placed her coat on the rack at their front door and placed her bag down on the chair she began to remove the ribbon on the bigger box she let out a gasp.

A band new pink dress was in front of her it was beautiful it was silk. Real silk, she was in such a state of shook it had a gorgeous silver belt around the middle of it. But there was more a fur shawl made out of real fur. She bit the inside of her cheek as she reached for the tag on the dress. ' the pretty dress for a pretty girl, TS' her cheeks became a deep red. No man had ever bought her something so Lovely, something so nice. It must have cost a lot and yet there was still one more box to open. She felt like a small child on Christmas morning.

As she opened the small box there laid a small white pair of kitten heels. She didn't own any heels they were hard to find in Birmingham and far to much for her but. She really was going to look beautiful tonight and she couldn't wait there were very few times when she felt truly beautiful and she just couldn't wait to have that very feeling of confidence and happiness. She was beyond grateful for what tommy had done for her. First the type writer then the dress the shawl and heel. She felt her heart practically exploded.

As y/n stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom she smiled like a mad man. The dress fit her like a dream the shawl made her look like the woman from most of a magazines she read. The heels made her slightly taller. But it didn't really make that much of a difference but they were lovely. She looked lovely. Her attention soon left the mirror as she saw Tommys car pull up outside of her house. She looked at her self once more before grabbing her purse making her way downstairs passed her sleeping farther.

She grabbed her key from the table before leaving the house and locking the door behind her. She turned to the car with a smile as Tommy just stared at her in awe. He knew that she would look beautiful in the dress he had asked Ada to buy. But my gosh he did no expect this she looked like a bloody film star. He watched as she made her way into the car she was just so mesmerising. He didn't want to look away from her frame.

As she opened the door of the car Tommy offered his hand to help he clim into the car. She smiled as she took it Tommy felt a small smile make its way to his lips. Y/n's smile was truly infectious, and he found himself often staring at her from afar the way she laughed. The way she would walk. He just couldn't take his eyes off her and even when he was trying to focus on business his mind often drifted off to thoughts of her. How he made her giggle as he drove her home.

As the two of them pulled up at the club y/n smiled as Tommy opened the door for her making her blush as she took his hand as he helped her get out of the car. As the two of them entered the club, the people began to whisper among themselves about tommy and her but she could not care less all that mattered in that moment was them together. As the two of them took a seat at the bar. Y/n saw the bartender swallow thickly as the two of them sat down.

"What can I get you tonight, mr Shelby."

Tommy looked over to Y/n for an answer but she didn't really know what to say she wasn't aloud alcohol her farther hated the idea of his little girl drinking.

"Oh I'll just have a water thank you"

She smiled sweetly at the man as Tommy ordered a whisky for himself taking a cigarette out of his cigarette along with a box of matches she couldn't help but each as he did. She didn't want to seem weird by staring at him but he was a very attractive man. And he knew that and his confidence was what had intrigued her the most about him.

"You don't drink?

He asked with his eyebrow raised bringing his cigarette to his lips watching as she brought the drink up to her lips taking a small sip of the refreshing drink. Y/n placed down her drink as she looked at him.

" well I'd love to try but it's my farther, he doesn't think it's very lady like if me to drink so I don't I've tried some but I can not say I'm to impressed"

Y/n giggled as she explained her reasoning to him. He only nodded taking a swig of his whisky with out pulling a face at the strong drink which came as a surprise to the young drink. He farther only ever frank whiskey on rare occasions and he usually couldn't handle the burn it came with.

"Oh! And thank you for the dress and everything else I don't know how to possibly repay you it's all Beautiful really, I didn't know you had an eye for clothes, mr Shelby"

"Tommy"He corrected her with a small smile tugging at her lips. She pulled a face of confusion at his words.

"What?" She asked.

"Call me tommy"

Y/n smiled brightly at his words she looked down at the table as she straitened up her dress. He new that he was the reason he was nervous but it was not the same reason as everyone else she enjoyed his company the compliments he gave her. He didn't want to make her nervous he wanted to make her happy.

"I didn't choose the dress I sent my sister out to find the prettiest dress she could find. And I must say she did a good job. You look gorgeous"

Her smile only seemed to grow as the words fell from his lips. She wanted to stay on this date forever.

I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see

For every kiss you give me I'll give you three

Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

You know I will adore you 'til eternity

So won't you, please, be my, be my baby

Be my little baby, my one and only baby

Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby

Be my baby now, my one and only baby

Wha oh oh oh oh

As the two of them made their way to the car tommy held his hand on the small of her back suddenly tommy came to a hold making y/n confused as she looked up at him. He held her against him as she looked into his eyes. They were filled with passion. She had never seen him this way before. His grip tightened around her as her breath hitched. She looked up to see the smile on his face. It was rare to see the man smile and she had made him smile. She had made tommy Shelby happy.

His hand lifted up to here chin bringing it up to his face as he connected their lips together with a loving smile she slowly melted into his touch with his hands in her hair. His lips were soft, she let out a soft sigh as their lips parted. She did not want to stop not with Tommy. With him things were different. He was different, he treated her like a princess something she had never experienced before. He was kind to her.

Y/n couldn't wait any longer so without a second thought she pressed her lips against his once again he seemed taken back by her boldness but he soon wrapped his arms around her waist. She tangled her arms around his neck as she let her fingers dance through her hair. She had kissed boys before but nothing compared to tommy his kisses were passionate and filled with nothing but admiration and y/n just couldn't get enough.

As she pulled away she could feel his breath on her face she didn't know what to say , but she knew that Thomas carried the same feelings she did. She smiled as she brushed her hand across his cheek lovingly. She moved his hair behind his ear. As she pressed a kiss against his cheek. Tommy closed his eyes when he felt her soft lips against his rough cheek. Y/n made him forget everything. The war, the peaky blinders. Everything he was falling in love with her and he couldn't stop himself.

He didn't want to let go of her. He wished that he could keep her in his arms forever and never let her go. Y/n felt um the same she never wished to leave the soft comfort he gave her. The feeling that erupted in her stomach whenever she laid eyes on him. She loved that feeling she was being to fall for him to. And she couldn't imagine if they never had met that night at Shelby company limited. They had only know each other for a month but it felt like she had known him her whole life.

"I wish I could stay with you forever"

Y/n whispered in his arms with her face against his chest. She looked up at him as he watched her features turned into a frown as she looked over to the car in front of the two of them. The same car that had practically brought them together. His hand left her waist. As he took her face in his hands.

"Then do just for tonight"

He said as he watched her smile as she kissed him softly he smiled and led her to the car opening up the car door for her. She smiled and climbed into the seer of his car and watched as Tommy he walked around to the other side of the car. He fixed his cap on his head and grabbed his leather gloves from his pocket.

Y/n had to admit she was nervous, she didn't know exactly what would happen but she wanted to be with him more than everything she had never felt this way before. And Tommy was the only man who made her loved. Made her feel thing she didn't know that were possible. The way his smile sent shivers down her spine. How his laughter brought goosebumps to her skin. She wouldn't trade it for the world. But the question was did he feel the same way or was she just an accessory for him.

She stepped out of the car slowly adjusting her dress and her hair. His home was beautiful well it wasn't a home it was more of a mansion she couldn't imagine living there all alone. He must have felt incredibly lonely. From the outside it looked rather like it was built for a king. As she linked her arm with Tommy's the two of them made the way inside Arrow house. She noticed two peaky boys outside the home and two around the other side.

As the two walked in to the home they were greeted by a house maid who took Tommys coat and away Y/n's shawl. As she looked around the home it was even better than the outside. Many paintings hung on the walls giving it a modern flash of colour. The furniture look lavish, leather seats, expensive rugs this way any man's dream home. Masculine decor covered the home making it easy to tell that this was tommy Shelby's home.

"You're home, it's beautiful truly"

She smiled lovingly as she stared around the home in awe. Tommy simply just sat down in one of the chairs and began to pour him self a glass of whisky. He grabbed another glass and began to pour only a small amount of that into the glass. He pushed the glass over to y/n with a smirk. "You said you wanted to try"Y/n returned the smile as she picked up the glass bringing it up to her lips taking a small sip of the liquid. Her face turned sour as she swallowed it. Tommy let out a short chuckle at her reaction to the drink.

“As I said before I don't think I'm missing out on very much" y/n laughed as she placed her drink back down on the small table in front of them. She watched as Tommy drowned the rest of his drink without pulling a face like she did. Her face suddenly turned red from the embarrassment.

"Yes,but I am missing out" y/n pulled a face of confusion at Tommys words as he put down his drink and looked over at her. She took in a deep breath as he stood up and sat next to her brushing her hair behind her ear. His hot breath making goosebumps for on her delicate skin. She looked up at him as he cradled her face inside of his palm. She felt safe with him. Something she never thought would happen a man who was named the most heartless man in Birmingham was holding her making her feel like the luckiest woman in all of Birmingham.

He connected his lips with hers the kiss was passionate. Gently she craved for his touch for his affection like nothing before. His hands felt like wonders on her body. She loved it, how his large hands made her feel so secure. His hands fit perfectly on her hips like they were made for her. To hold her to take care of her, to love her how she deserves. Like the only woman in the world and to him she was.

The kiss became rough as Tommy held the back of her neck and y/n hands massaged his hair softly. Tommy stood up taking y/n with him as he led her up the stairs of arrow house. As the two of them reached Tommy's bedroom. Tommy instantly recommend his lips with hers his hands moving up and his hands soon made their way to her breasts. She let out a soft gasp as Tommy kneaded the flesh with his hands. As she gasp tommy found the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Y/n began to work on his waist coat carful undoing the buttons before pulling it off his shoulders and on to the floor. She let out a moan into his mouth as Tommy began to pinch her soft nipples the stimulation went straight to her clit. As Tommys hands went to the back of her dress he began to undo the buttons at the back softly tearing it away from her body. There she stood only with a bar her panties and her garter belt with her stockings. Tommy moved down to kiss he neck as his hand moved down to her clit.

Her began to rub her through the soft fabric of her underwear. Y/n let out as breath as Tommy did so. He moved them towards the bed. He laid her down, her soft skin against the silky sheets tommy climbed on top of her as she reached and stroked her hand over his face. Tommy moved away from her lips and began to leave a trail of kisses down her body. Y/n let out a shocked moan as he began sucking on her breast his other hand playing with her other nipple. Her hand reached down to grip his hair. he soon moved from her beasts and began to kiss down her stomach until her reached her clit.

He slowly began to take of he stockings kissing down her leg as he did. y/n didn't know what to say she just stared down at him she was so mesmerised by him. He did the same to her other leg. He took away her panties leaving them on the floor with the other pile of clothes. He planted a kiss on you clit y/n let out a moan as she gripped onto the sheets underneath her. As Tommy began to suck harshly on her clit she couldn't contain her self her moans grew louder. She let out a winter as his finger slid inside her her hands left the sheets and soon moved to his hair. Tommy added another finger almost throwing y/n over the edge. Her whimpers and moans grew faster as her legs shook.

Y/n was overwhelmed with pleasure,  tommy helped her ride out her high as he removed his fingers sucking her juices from them as she watched him. He kissed her lips softly as y/n helped unbutton his shirt throwing it on to the floor and pulling his under shirt over his head growing it on the floor with him his shirt. Y/n's lips danced softly across his jaw and down his neck. He began unbuttoning his pants letting y/n help as he removed them. "Are you sure you want this" Tommy asked worriedly he didn't want to pressure her into anything she didn't want to do.

"More than anything in my life" she replied as she kissed his lips one more time as her pulled away his underwear revealing his cock. Y/n gulped slightly as she nodded, Tommy placed himself between her legs rising the up to her chest as she began to slide into her. Y/n let out a whimper making tommy go slower as she closed her eyes. "No. look at me" y/n opens her eyes to see him he sat his forehead on to hers as they stared into each other's eyes. As Tommy slid in further y/n held tighter on his shoulders. As Tommy was now all the way inside her he stayed still for a moment to let her adjust to his size. When y/n gave him a small nod he began to move slowly in side her.

Y/n nails scratched down his back as he pleasured her like never before. She held onto him as if he would disappear and he did the same to her as he groaned into her neck. The sound of moan, groans and skin slapping together filled Tommys bedroom. He grabbed her hips as he flipped them over so the y/n was on top of him. He moved her hips to grind her hips against his gently as y/n snuggled her head into his neck her arms around his shoulders as she began to bounce on his cock. She kissed his jaw and sucked on his neck leaving small love bite he did the exact same to her.

“Tommy” she moaned as Tommy began to thrust his hips to meet hers. The coil in her stomach was threatening to burst and she didn’t know how much longer she would last. And as Tommy’s thrusts sped up she knew that he was also close from his fast thrust from the way he had his head thrown back because of the pleasure he was receiving. “Let go” Tommy said simply he could feel her clenching around him. How her whimpers we getting louder. Her legs shook around him. Her release was enough trigger his he let out a loud groan as he emptied his seed inside her.

He pulled out slowly kissing to make the slight sting feel better her. He laid by her side tucking his arm around her as he reached for his cigarette. Y/n laid her head on his chest “thank you Tommy, for everything” she whispered in to his chest stroking his sling tracing her fingers over the tattoo on his chest.

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[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •2•

Hi hi! I'm back with another chapter. This one might not be as good(?, it's a really fluffy chapter so bear with me.

warnings: sugar daddy jae, he's a big baby, tooth rotting, kinda long.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato

“Sir, there’s a girl asking to see you.”

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Let her in.”

Only a few seconds later, your head was peeking through his door.

“I brought you coffee.” You extended your hand out, showing him the carton containing two iced drinks. “Are you busy?”

“Not at all, come in.” You sat on the elegant, individual sofa in front of him, his desk serving as a separation. “Are you here to spy on me? Don't you trust me with your father's case?” He pouted, typing something in his keyboard while your palms started sweating.

How could you not trust the man with the highest case winning index in the whole country?

Briefly, after your encounter with the other lawyer, you'd googled him as well as his company. Because of his incredibly high fees, he didn't have many clients, but those few who had enough money to cost him were almost assured to be on the winning side. So then, why hadn't an excellent lawyer like him popped up when you'd first looked for popular firms? Simple, he wasn't popular.

Just like a hidden gem, only a few had the pleasure to know Yoonoh, and you felt beyond grateful for paying that stupid membership weeks ago.

“No, no!” You were quick to defend yourself, frantically shaking your hands to support your previous statement. “Just wanted to be of help.”

Truth to be told, after receiving your first weekly allowance, an unsettling feeling had been squeezing your heart ever since. Call it guilt or whatever, but it didn't set right to be receiving si much help from him when you hadn't had the chance to do anything in return. The least you could do was trying to be polite.

“You shouldn't be spending your money on me. I'm the one supposed to spoil you, remember?” He grabbed the plastic container by the lid, sipping the bitter liquid with an amused smile. “But thank you.”

“I paid my rent yesterday.” You blurted out, trying to avoid the uncomfortable silence threatening to settle between the two of you. “And I still have money left to save for my father's hospital bills, maybe even buy a present for my aunt.”

He admired how noble you were, making sure those around you had enough before even thinking to do something for yourself.

“I have a party this Friday, would you like to attend with me?” Your presence wasn't required as it wasn't a big event, but by the look in your eyes, he knew you were itching to do something in return for his kindness.

“Yes, of course!” Your orbs sparkled with excitement, finally feeling yourself useful.

“If you don't mind waiting, we can go buy something for you to wear right after I finish with this.” For what seemed like the tenth time in less than ten minutes, small beads of sweat rolled down the back of your neck. Thank God he wasn't able to see them. “Oh, come on, don't give me that look!”

“You’ve already done so much for me. I can buy the clothes myself, don't worry.” With a deep sigh, Yoonoh rose from his chair, taking long strides to surround the desk separating you. “W-what are you doing?” Now kneeling on the floor beneath you, his face was dangerously close to yours, coffee breath crashing against your nose.

“Using mind control to convince you to let me take you out.” He stared at you for a couple more seconds before saying: “Is it working?”

“I think your mind control is broken.” You whisper, unable to hold back the small giggles bubbling at the back of your throat.

“How about now?” He batted his eyelashes, trying to act cute despite his bold features. You shook your head.

Just as you thought it was over, his hand went up to cup your jaw, his thumb drawing uneven figures on the ticklish skin.

“How about now?” He repeated. You stammered, unsure of what to say. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” Aware of your awkwardness and the rising heat in your cheeks, he stood up, walking back to his chair. “But I do want to get you something, would you let me?”

With your mind busy and your guard low, you nodded, unaware of the silly smile on his face.

“I have a few novels on my shelf in case you want something to kill time.”

“Thank you.” You moved to the huge bookshelf facing his desk, grateful your face wasn't visible anymore.

The books were ordered by genre and size, starting from the biggest law-related textbooks to pocket-sized novels, ending with the smallest one he had. The little prince.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Yoonoh didn't seem to be the type to read that kind of heartbreaking yet beautiful book. Nonetheless, as many said, you can't judge a book by its cover.

An hour or two later, you were halfway into the first book of flowers in the attic, immersed in the small world the author had created. Yoonoh had finished his work a few minutes before, but distracting you when you were reading so vividly, seemed like a crime. He enjoyed the way your eyebrows would knit together every time something shocking happened, clearly too immersed in the novel to notice his intense gaze.

“Y/n...” He whispered once he noticed you were starting a new chapter. You blinked twice, hands clutching the book tightly as you noticed he had finished his work. “You can take it home, don't worry.”

“Sure?” He flashed his pretty dimples as his eyes turned into half-moons.

“You can come back for the rest of the saga when you finish this one. Take as many books as you please, I’ve already read them all.”

“Thank you.” Another act of kindness you had no way of returning. His favors just seemed to be piling up before you could even return any. “Would you like to have dinner with me today? I'm a great cook, or so did my father said.” You blurted out quickly, twisting your hands nervously as you waited for an answer.

“I’d love to. But I might have to attend some work calls if you don't mind.”

“I don't, maybe I'll even have time to bake a cake while you're at it.” God, how bad he wanted to take a picture of that adorably nervous smile.

“Great, so it's settled. Dinner at your place after we go shopping.” He had already put his blazer on, offering his arm to guide you out. With shaky fingers and sweaty armpits, you grabbed it, walking by his side with his secretary’s gazed glued on you. So much for a girl, huh?

Once seated in his car, with the book resting on your lap, you allowed yourself to relax. Yoonoh wasn't a bad person, on the contrary, he was very kind, so there was no use in keeping your guard up when he was around.

“Ready to roll?” You cringed at his use of slang, making him drop his head back to laugh. “What? Isn't it a thing you cool young adults say?”

“Maybe twenty years ago, Yoonoh.” It was the very first time you used his name so informally, and, oh how good it felt to hear you saying it?

“Fine, I won't use it anymore.” He poked your arm like a little child, and for a moment, you wondered if he was actually more than a decade older.

Several bad jokes, two dresses, and a quick stop at the grocery store later, you arrived at your apartment. Yoonoh held everything while you entered the passcode, struggling not to drop a can of vegetables that was starting to bend the edge of the paper bag.

“Ready, hand me something.” You both entered with your hands packed with different things. You went to your room to leave the new dresses while Yoonoh set the paper bags down on the kitchen counter.

“So...” He clapped loudly. “What are we cooking?”

“I bought the ingredients for lasagna. Is that okay with you?” He nodded, lips pressed and dimples in display. “Alright, let's do this.”

It would've been of great help if Yoonoh had told you he didn't know how to cook. But of course, part of the fault was yours for not noticing when he tried to add ketchup to the recipe.

“I burnt it.” He looked at the semi-carbonized pasta with disgust, feeling ashamed of having ruined your dish. “Let’s just throw it away and order something.” He was about to touch the hot container until your grip on his wrist halted his movements.

“We just pulled it out of the oven.” You shook your head in disbelief at the man standing in front of you.

“Sorry.”

Despite Yoonoh’s endless complaining, you ate the lasagna. The flavor wasn't that bad when you scratched off the burnt parts, especially when accompanied by a cold glass of wine.

“It’s not that bad.” You repeated over and over again. A phone call interrupted him from self-pitying any further. “Go on, take it.” You continued eating while he spoke in the living room.

It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that you realized he was whisper yelling at whoever was on the other line. It was your first time seeing him angry, and you didn't like it one bit. The way his face turned completely stoic, his eyes cold as his hand rested on his hip. Sweet, caring, Yoonoh was gone.

“I told you I needed it for today.” He said through gritted teeth. “You better get it before I arrive back at the office, or you can find yourself another job.” Even after he hung up, Yoonoh stood in the middle of the shared area, clutching his phone so tightly, it seemed like it would break any minute.

You wanted to ask if everything was alright, if he needed any help, but most importantly, if the things he needed were related to your father's case, but all the words stuck to your throat like insects in a spider web.

“I need to go.” He simply said, not even bothering to fake a smile. “Thank you for dinner, I'll see you on Friday.” With his free hand, he grabbed the coat hanging from his chair and left, slamming the door on his way out.

Was that the real Yoonoh?

A shiver ran down your spine. What had you gotten into? From what you'd seen, it was only about time he would show his true self to you as well.

All the trust you'd built up during the day, had crumbled down in a matter of seconds. The worst part? You didn't even feel entitled to be scared, not after all he'd done for you.

‘Just keep your distance.’ You repeated like a mantra as you got ready for bed, leaving the book you'd borrowed right where he'd left it, afraid it would burn your fingertips even with the slightest touch.

(...)

The week wasn't nearly as long as you'd wanted it to be, and soon enough, you were struggling to zip the dress you'd bought days ago. Your makeup was done, and Yoonoh had texted you he was on his way, yet, you'd been fighting with the zipper for at least ten minutes. Your fingers were cramping, and the clock was ticking.

Just when you'd finally started to drag the small piece of metal, the doorbell startled you, causing you to let go of it.

“Fuck!” Have you ever felt so desperate that tears start pricking your eyes? Well, that was the exact case happening at the moment.

You opened the door with the salty water collecting at the corner of your eyes, surprising Yoonoh, who was wearing his best dimply smile.

“What’s wrong?” He had a bouquet poorly hidden behind his back, probably to apologize for the night he abruptly left and almost knocked down your door.

“I-I can't zip up my dress.” Your voice came out shaky, giving away the emotions burning your gut. Thankfully, Yoonoh didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't mention it.

“I’ll help you.” He, not-so-discretely, put down the bouquet, gently turning you around to your discomfort. His cold hands touched your back as he dragged the zip up, noticing how tense you were but deciding not to comment on it. “Oh! You haven't moved the book from where I left it.”

“I haven't had time to read.” He hummed, crouching to reach for the bouquet and hand it to you. “Thank you.”

“It’s my way of apologizing for the fit I threw a couple of days ago.” A fit? That was one way to call it.

“It’s okay.” You lied as you pushed the corners of your lips to form a credible smile. “Let’s get going.”

The flowers were left on the kitchen counter before you left. The ride in the elevator was awfully quiet, and Yoonoh had no idea what had happened. You were so chatty the last time he saw you, so of course, he was taken aback by the sudden change.

“It’s not going to take long, so we can head out for some drinks later if you'd like...” You nodded, for you knew speaking would only expose your discomfort. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! Just nervous about the party, that's all.”

You stood by Yoonoh’s side for the rest of the evening, smiling and nodding at his acquaintances’ comments. At one point in the evening, a man, not much older than you, approached you both with a wide smile.

“Dude, I hadn't seen you in ages. Stop sending your workers and come see me yourself.” They hugged. Why were they hugging?

“Y/n, this is my brother, Sungchan.” The man with puppy-like eyes embraced you tightly, almost as if welcoming you to his family. “Sungchan, this is y/n, my girlfriend.” He said it so naturally, it’d take a detective to figure out the truth about your relationship.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. I'm sorry for your father. But don't worry, we'll take those bastards down.”

“I’m not following...” You blinked repeatedly, eyes going back and forth between Yoonoh and his brother.

“Sungchan is a doctor. I asked him to look at your father's case for further evidence. My assistant was supposed to pick up the report the day we had dinner, but she forgot to drop by. Now we’re a day behind schedule.” The dark cloud surrounding him seemed to be slowly dissipating as you heard his explanation. “This is an important case, and I want to be as meticulous as possible.”

Thank you didn't seem the right thing to say at the moment, at least not with Sungchan standing there, so you simply grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know how grateful you were.

To your surprise, he didn't even flinch as he locked your hands together, causing a small giggle from Sungchan.

“Okay, love birds, I'll get going.” He waved you goodbye, making his way to another table where his friend waited for him.

“Can we talk?” You whispered in his ear, afraid one of the numerous attendants would hear you.

“Sure.” Without letting go of your hand, he drove you to a small, private garden just outside the ballroom. “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong now?” His thumb caressed your knuckles with gentle strokes.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for?”

“I pushed you away at the minimum trouble when you were only helping me.” He hummed as if he already knew about it. “And it will probably happen again, so please, be patient with me. I'm going through-” Your face collided against his chest as his arms draped over your shoulders, squeezing you tightly.

“Call me reckless, but I've wanted to do this for a while.” Your hands hung at the sides of your torso, unsure what to do next. “You can push me away, I'll understand...”

Instead, your palm found its place in his back, rubbing up and down the designer jacket. Your hair started turning messy from the night breeze, some strands striking Yoonoh’s chin as his embrace only grew tighter.

“Let’s get out of here.” He mumbled, crawling the back of your head with his hand. “Sungchan can deal with my father's friends.”

“Are you sure?” His hum vibrated through his chest, making you giggle at the odd feeling.

Once seated in his car, his hand found yours like a magnet, the warmth emanating from it comfortably enveloping your skin.

The calmness of the atmosphere was interrupted by a call from his brother, who seemed to be anxiously explaining something through the phone.

“Just tell him I had a work emergency.” With that said, he hung up, placing his hand back again on top of yours. “Sorry, he said it was urgent.”

“It’s okay.” An unsettling feeling pinched your stomach, but you decided to dismiss it, immersed in the chilly weather of the dark streets.

You arrived at the river, where Yoonoh asked you to wait for him while he bought a couple of beers. It was a sight to see, both of you clad in fancy clothes, barefoot and chugging down can after can.

“I think I like being with you.” You declared, mind fuzzy from the alcohol intake.

“I think I like it too.” The tips of his ears were rosy, revealing he was as intoxicated as you, maybe even more.

“Would you like to visit my father with me tomorrow?” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even realize. Afraid you'd killed the mood, you tried to excuse yourself, only to be interrupted by his lips grazing your ear, placing a timid kiss on your lobe.

“I’d love to.” It was the sweetest peck, no ulterior motives behind it, just pure affection.

“Are we going too fast?” In your drunken state, what you had felt like a real relationship, not a simple agreement. And this sure felt like a first date.

“We’re moving at our own pace, I believe.” He dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing against it to relieve the dizziness clouding his mind. “Are you okay with that? Maybe you don't want to be with an old creep like me, and I'd totally get it. Just don't let me get my hopes up if that's the case.”

“You might be old, but definitely not a creep.” Your fingers combed through his abundant hair as your mind wandered into the future, grateful for the fact that he wouldn't become bald soon. “Or are you?”

“I don't think so.” Anyone who walked by would've seen a couple of goofs, too intoxicated to talk without slurring the words, but you were living in your own, comfy bubble. “I should get you home before it gets too late. Come on, I'll call a driver.” He tried getting on his feet to no avail, stumbling back a little before falling back on his ass.

“My apartment is nearby. You can stay for the night.” You grabbed both pairs of shoes as his arm surrounded your shoulder for assistance. “If you keep supporting your whole weight on me, we're both gonna fall.” People on the street shot you a couple of funny looks, which was understandable since it wasn't usual to see two drunk idiots walking barefoot in the middle of the night.

“How long till-” Hiccup. “-we get there?” His stare seemed to worsen with every step. “God, I think I might throw up.”

“Stop acting like a teenager, we're almost there.”

As soon as you arrived at the small apartment, you sat him down on the little step where you changed your shoes. You left both pairs on the rack, proceeding to put on slippers to enter the house.

“Don’t leave me here!” He whined, stomping his feet like a little kid.

“Just wait for a second!” His attitude was starting to get on your nerves to the point where you couldn't feel the effects of the beer anymore.

You grabbed a rag from the kitchen cabinet and dampened it under the sink. Yoonoh was half asleep when you walked back to him.

“My head hurts.” He mumbled as you sat in front of him, placing his left foot on your lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don't have any slippers that will fit you, and I don't want your dirty feet making my house dirty.” With utmost delicacy, you wiped away the dirt from his toes, noticing the small scratches caused by the gravel he walked on.

He touched your hair while you finished with his other foot, tangling the strands with fascination.

“Done, get up.”

He followed your indications as you guided him to your room, where you laid him down on his side in case he threw up.

“Are we visiting your father tomorrow?” He asked while snuggling under the covers.

“Sure.” You cleared his forehead from the strands falling in it, grazing the soft skin of his forehead. “Sweet dreams, gigantic baby.”

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