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Factory meetings - LN4

vol. 2

Lando Norris x fem!reader

summary: Lando makes a move to Red Bull for 2024 and you work in the Red Bull factory. You meet him, and he’s a dick. But something inside you, needs him.

Notes: Shoutout to @f1goat and the “His teammate” series, for the inspiration!! Fair warning, I'm talking alittle shit about McLaren, but I am a McLaren girly and It’s all lies, I mean nothing by it! I also made up some gibberish about the car, since I don’t know how everything really works haha. This was also longer than I expected, but I can honestly say I'm pretty proud of it.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. smut, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it folks!) p in v, pet names, language.

word count: 7.3k

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You had been working at the Red Bull factory in Milton Keynes for 2 years. After getting your degree in mechanical engineering, you grabbed the first opening in Red Bull. And now you had built your way up to your current position.

You were sitting on the chair, staring at the little metal pieces in front of you. Trying to figure out the best way to puzzle them together, and make the most out of the car.

Your job was to plan, and build components in the car. And when you gained your current position at the factory, you helped with the success of the RB19.

Working in the factory, you rarely met the drivers. They were here a lot for the simulator and meetings, but your paths rarely crossed. You didn’t need to have contact with the drivers, so you didn’t. Only seeing them from afar, when the whole factory came together for a meeting.

Monday morning, just over a week since the last race in Abu-dhabi, the RB19 had been a huge success. And you were working hard to finish the last details on the RB20 before the new season, working even harder than you did on the RB19. Trying to make the RB20 even better, as impossible as that sounds.

You had a goodbye party for Checo on Friday, as he was retiring. And Christian Horner had announced that Lando Norris was taking his seat.

You had never met Lando, only seen him when you watched the races. And from what you had heard about him, he was kind of a dick.

You and the other women working for Red Bull had formed a strong bond, you and the Red Bull media girl, Sophie, were basically best friends. And since she was on the track every race weekend, she had some encounters with Lando.

She said he was constantly grumpy. He only cared about racing, and the fact that he hadn’t had a win yet, already being in McLaren for 5 years, it started taking a toll on him.

He used to be a kind and sweet person. Loving to chat to people, and loving the interaction with his fans. He was just an all around loving guy. But when his fist win never came, and

The McLaren car never got faster. He turned mean and angry, and stopped caring about anything other than racing. And when Christian gave him a nice offer to fill Checo’s seat, he jumped on it, no hesitation.

You picked up your tools and started assembling the pieces again, to see if your mind had any ideas.

You had your normal shitty Monday morning, and you didn’t have time to properly get ready. So you were sitting here in the Red Bull work clothes, your hair was up, but it had fallen out of your bun and was falling in your face, and you kept trying to pull it behind your ears. You didn’t have time for either makeup or to put your contacts in, so it was glasses today. But it wasn’t that bad, everyone saw you like this every Monday (and most other days too)

But what you didn’t know was that Lando was visiting the Factory today. To have a tour of the factory, and meet everyone working there. You didn’t hear the door open as you were staring a whole into the piece you just assembled. But you did hear your name being called.

You turned around and met the eyes of Christian, but your eyes quickly looked over at the man standing beside him. You hurried to stand up and rip the gloves off your hands. Stretching out your hand to shake his. It seemed like he hesitated for a bit before shaking it, staring into your eyes the whole time.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you”

“Lando”

Yeah, he seemed pretty grumpy.

As you pulled your hand away, Christian started explaining who you were, and what your job was. You didn’t know if Lando was even listening because he was still just staring at you.

Christian then turned to you and asked you how the work was going.

“Oh yeah!” You were blocking their view of the piece, so you turned to walk around the table to show them.

You started explaining what the piece was and what your goal for it was, as you put on a new pair of gloves to show them the piece.

Putting it back down, Lando looked back at you. A small smile had made its way to his lips.

“Is that going in my car?”

“Well yeah, it’s going in both cars”

“But, I’ll only drive the car if you’re the one working on it” He was now smirking at you and turned to Christian. “I’m serious” His smirk was gone.

“Don’t worry Lando, I’ll make sure of it” He said with a smile as he patted his shoulder. “We should move on to look at the paint booths”

As they headed towards the door, Lando turned around before he left. His face was unreadable, and he had a look in his eyes you had never seen. You had never been more confused, and it took you a while to get back into the right headspace for you to finally crack the code.

There were only a few days left before Christmas break, and you hadn’t seen Lando since that first time.

Today had been a stressful day as you tried to do as much as you could in the little time you had left. You were standing in front of the computer, looking at the readings from a recent test, and there were a few numbers off. The frustration got to you, and you pulled off your glasses, rubbing the bride of your nose. Before you shoved the keyboard away and buried your face in your arms on the desk as you groaned in frustration.

Lando had one last visit to the simulator before break. And before he left for the day, he decided to see if you were there. He was mesmerized by you when he first saw you. Your hair was falling in your face, and the glasses framed your face perfectly. He noticed that you had no makeup on, but you were absolutely breathtaking. And when you started talking about your work, he saw the passion in your eyes. He felt a small pull in his chest, and felt like his old happy self for just a moment when he looked at you.

But it quickly disappeared, and he realized his new mission. He needed to have you.

When he opened the door, he heard a groan as he saw your face land in your arms on the desk. The desk was quite high, and as you were bent over it, your ass was on display for him.

He had to fight himself to not go right over and touch you. But he still walked over and leaned on the desk beside you.

“Something wrong baby?”

You quickly looked up, shocked that someone was in the room with you, and why were they calling you “baby”?

When you met Lando’s eyes, you rolled your own. You had already made up your mind about him, and you were not surprised he was acting like this.

You heard a low chuckle coming from him as he saw you rolling your eyes.

You leaned closer to him, really close. He could feel your breath.

“Don’t call me baby”

You could see he was a little shocked at the closeness, so you smirked to yourself and stretched your hand out to grab your glasses that had landed beside him.

Leaning back, you put your glasses on. “And if you must know, I didn’t get the result I wanted”

You pointed to the numbers on the screen. His mouth was slightly open as he still looked a little shocked, but he turned his head to look at the numbers.

“I don’t know what any of the numbers mean” He turned to look at you.

You laughed before replying “Yeah, I know”

After closing your front door and throwing yourself on the couch. You pulled up your phone and sent a text to your best friend Sophie.

“Lando came by the Factory today and called me baby…”

She answered right away.

"BRO!"

“No way!”

“He’s probably trying to get in your pants”

“WHAT?”

“NO HE IS NOT”

“He’s probably just trying to get a reaction out of me”

“Why would he want to get in my pants when he has models drooling over him?”

“Stop it Y/N”

“You are literally drop dead gorgeous.”

“Lando wishes he could get you! But don’t let him use you like that!”

“hahahaha”

“You’re the best Sophie”

“But yeah, he will not be getting anywhere near these sexy pants!”

“YEAHHHH GIRL”

“go piss girl”

“hahaha”

Closing your phone, you laughed to yourself. And when you laid down in bed, and closed your eyes. You couldn’t help when your sleepy brain started thinking about him.

You looked down. Seeing your naked body, tits jumping at the movement you were making. You saw your hands spread out on the lower abdomen of the man under you. You saw his hands groping your thighs, hips, tits. And when one of his hands traveled up to grab your jaw, you met his eyes. Lando.

Waking up, you sat up in bed, hand flying to your jaw.

As your breathing calmed down, you realized the dream. Running the images through your head over and over again. And that's when you noticed just how turned on you were. Your panties totally soaked, and you felt hot.

Landing back in bed you groaned.

“Fuck you brain. That was so fucked up”

You rubbed your hands over your face before getting out of bed. Just a few more days of work before break.

Your brain had sneaked in thoughts about Lando all through the break, much to your dismay. And he always showed up when you were close to an orgasm by your own hand. And one time, his name slipped out in a whisper. But you would try to deny yourself that it ever happened.

And when it was time to go back to work, you felt like it had been long enough for you to forget everything, just praying you didn’t have to see him for a while.

And you were lucky for once. The end of January was nearing, and you had yet to see him. But you knew it was not long before you would.

The start of February was when the car was launching. And you had worked your ass off to finish the last bits, and the tests and readings were good, great even.

There would be a reveal of the finished car in the factory, for all employees, before it was going to be a public launch. And you knew reveal day meant Lando. But you would be fine, all of the employees would be there, no way you would have any contact with him.

And when the day finally arrived you were excited. The RB20 was going to be revealed, a car you helped make, and that was all you could focus on.

You and Sophie were standing together up at the front of the crowd, looking at the car covered in a protective sheet. Christian got up beside the car and started his speech, and then he reached the moment where he introduced the two drivers for the team. Max Verstappen, the reigning world champion, and the new Lando Norris.

As he walked up beside the car, he was dressed in the Red Bull racing suit, and you couldn’t help but admire him in it. It wasn’t wrong to think the man looked good, incredibly good. You knew he was still an asshole, but you did have eyes.

Max had his speech, and then it was Lando’s turn. It was a good speech, talking about how he was ready for something new, a more competitive car. He then started thanking the people working on the car, and he locked eyes with you, and held it until he was finished speaking.

Lando and Max then lifted the sheet off the car to reveal it. And the crowd started clapping. You marveled at the car for a minute, feeling proud. But you felt his eyes on you. So you looked back at him, and you saw that stupid smirk on his face, he then had the audacity to give you a wink. You rolled your eyes at him, and when you looked back at him, he had a genuine smile on his face, and a glint in his eyes. And for just a moment, butterflies fluttered in your stomach, before you were interrupted with Christian speaking again.

You were standing in front of the car, looking down at it in admiration. The “party” had been moved to a different room, where food and drinks were served. And when you found a quiet moment, you slipped away to go look at the car.

You were all alone as you squatted down to get a better look at the car, and the details of it. You couldn’t believe you had a hand in building it. This was Max’s car, with the big, red number 1 on it.

Standing back up, you felt a hand slide its way to your lower back. Shocked, you turned to look at the person beside you. Of course. Lando.

He had that typical smirk on his face as he spoke to you in a low tone.

“Hope you did a lot of work on my car too” “I was serious when I said I will only drive it if you have”

You rolled your eyes again, it was something he really brought out of you.

“I have!” You put on some fake excitement in your tone. “I even put a little extra work into your car” You gave him a suggestive wink.

“Oh, so my car might be a little faster?” He said in a hushed tone, like you were sharing a secret.

“Yeah” You nodded at him, and pointed to the car in front of you. “This is your car right?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “No, this is Max’s”

“Oh shit, guess I put it in the wrong car then” You shrugged your shoulders as you couldn’t hold your laughter anymore.

You turned to walk away, leaving the hold he still had on your lower back. The place where his hand had been was burning hot. And when he saw you taking quick steps to get away, he hurried to follow after you.

“Baby, that was not nice” He said with a small pout as he finally caught up with you.

You stopped in your tracks. “I told you to stop calling me that”

“Oh you look cute when you’re angry” His amusement was clear on his face.

If you weren’t angry before, you sure were now. You groaned as you started walking away from him again. And before you entered the door to the party, he shouted to you.

“Can’t wait to see you again soon baby!” You could hear the grin on his face. But you just opened the door and walked inside, hoping to not see him for the rest of the night.

Just a week after, you were back at work, looking over some data on the computer, when you heard a knock at the door, and then it opened and closed.

Turning around, you were met with Christian. “Oh hey Christian!” “Wasn't expecting you to be here!”

He smiled at you, “I am here to ask if you’re free to have a meeting in my office?”

“Right now?”

He looked down at the expensive watch around his wrist. “Yes”

“Um, yeah sure!” “I’m just going to-” You trailed off as you pressed a few buttons on the computer, before turning it off and walking towards Christian. “Shall we?”

Sitting down in the chair opposite his desk, it all started to become a little intimidating. You waited for him to speak as he looked at a few papers, before lifting his head and meeting your eyes.

“Y/N” “First, I want to formally thank you for your work on the RB19. You made the car what it was. Great work” “And I also want to thank you for the work you’ve put into the RB20. I know it will be even better than the 19” He smiled at you, and you smiled back as you nodded, silently thanking him for his words.

He continued, “I have been talking with Lando Norris, and after he had a test in the car, and felt how it worked. And after he also saw how you worked on it, he has asked for you to be his no.1 mechanic.” He paused, waiting for your response.

“No.1 mechanic? as in, at every race, in the garage, being the head mechanic on his car?” You were shocked, confused.

“Yes.” He gave you a warm smile. “When he suggested it, I totally agreed.” “It would be a perfect job for you, and with all the work you have put in, the least I can do for you is to give you a chance to be with the car at every race.” “So, do you want the job?”

You didn’t even think about the fact that Lando was the one to suggest the job for you. You just focused on the fact that you could be the no.1 mechanic.

“Yes” “Yes I do.” A big smile grew on your face.

“Perfect!” Christian clapped his hands together, and picked up the papers he previously looked at. “Take the time you need to read through them before signing”

Taking the papers in your hands, you read through it. And everything looked perfect. So you signed where you needed to. And handed the papers back to Christian.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity!” “I can’t wait to get started” You couldn’t stop smiling.

“Good!” “Can’t wait to see you on the track”

He then told you the plan heading forwards. You had plenty of meetings coming up. You needed to know what to expect in the garage. And you had a few meetings with the people working in the garage. And after all of that was finished, you were headed to the pre-season testing in Bahrain.

Arriving in Bahrain, you felt prepared. And you were even more happy to finally join Sophie at work, as you walked into the garage together.

Testing had been going pretty great so far, you only needed to do a few tweaks on the car to see if the performance was different.

On the other end, Lando had been tolerable. He had his usual flirty, teasing persona around you. But now that you worked together in a small garage, he had toned it down a bit, much to your pleasure.

But when you got a moment alone, he always sneaked up on you and rested his hand on your lower back, called you baby, and did everything to annoy you. Much to your frustration.

You had been single for a few years. And you hadn’t slept with too many people after. But now it had been a really long time since last. Too busy at work to even care, but you were growing more and more pent up and frustrated. And this asshole resting his hand on your lower back was not helping. It was also not helping that he looked drool worthy all the time.

What was helping, was the fact that he was just that, an asshole. But you had no excuse for yourself when you were alone at night, and you just stopped caring. It made you cum fast, and you were happy with that. So you kept thinking about him every time, while whispering his name under your breath.

It was the fourth race of the season, and you were in Japan. The previous races were good to Lando, who had gotten a podium on each one, but no win yet. But he was good in Japan, he knew this could be the one.

It was early on Thursday, and when Lando walked into the garage, he found you working on the car, alone.

You were so focused as you lay bent over the nose of the car, trying to screw something that was in a tricky position. When Lando saw the sight of you like that, bent over, legs spread, he felt his dick twitch.

He quickly turned his head to look around for the sign of any people, seeing no one, he walked up to you, close enough so your feet were almost touching. Looking down at you, he noticed you still didn’t know he was there, so he cleared his throat to get your attention.

When you heard the sound, it spooked you, and you went to stand up from the compromising position you were in. But you didn’t know someone was standing right behind you. So when you lifted yourself off the car, your ass hit something, someone. You felt a pair of strong hands grab onto your hips to stabilize the both of you, as your back was now flush against his chest. When you looked down at his hands, you saw his watch and bracelets and immediately knew who it was.

You heard a low groan coming from him, right by your ear. And you felt a bulge grow right where your ass was resting against his crotch. You panicked, and shoved yourself back to knock his balance off so he would get off you. When he did, you turned around to look at him with anger in your eyes.

“What the fuck was that Norris!?”

You didn’t even let him answer before you turned to storm out. Two reasons why. First, you were flustered and could feel your face heat up, and you did not want him to see that. Second, feeling his hands hold your waist, and the bulge grow in his pants, you were already soaked and horny beyond belief, and you did not want to be around him in a state like that.

Lando stood there, a little shocked, and flustered. He pulled his hoodie down to try and cover up the bulge in his pants, as he headed towards his driver room.

It was time for a car check. And you were picking up the steering wheel to put it in the car. When you turned back around to go over to the car, you saw him.

Lando was standing in his seat, and you watched him lower himself into the seat, holding onto the halo with a tight grip.

You almost dropped the steering wheel in your hand, as your eyes focused on his hands. You had to literally shake your head to get back to the right headspace.

You walked over to the car, and looked down at Lando looking around the cockpit, trying to get in a comfortable position. After he found it, he looked up and his eyes met yours.

His eyes were shining from the lighting on the ceiling. And the feeling that arose was butterflies hidden by anger. Why the fuck was he so breathtaking, but also such a dick. Fuck him.

You clenched your jaw as you kept eye contact with him.

“You gonna hand me the steering wheel love?” There was that stupid smirk again.

You narrowed your eyes at him in anger, and handed him the wheel. He clicked it in place, and looked back up at you and told you something he wanted changed on the car.

Luckily for you, when he started talking about the car, you went straight into work mode. Not a single thought about Lando in your brain. (Only far in the back)

He pointed to show you something that was underneath the steering wheel, right over where his legs rested. And you couldn’t see it. So you stepped farther towards the back of the car, to see it more from his angle. You grabbed a stepping stool that was standing close by, and leaned over the halo. You face resting just beside his.

“What was it again?” You asked him, surprisingly calm, but the working Y/N was in control right now.

He pointed again, and started explaining it. And you stretched a hand out to point to it as well, making sure you understood each other.

Lando didn’t expect you to get that close. And when you stretched your hand out and got even closer, he turned to look at you.

You felt his hot breath on the side of your face, and you could tell in your peripheral that he was looking at you. So you turned to look at him. Your faces so close that your noses almost touched.

But somehow, you kept your cool. “I can fix that for you Lando, you just need to get out of the car.” You smiled innocently at him as you leaned back and stepped away.

When he stepped out, you got your tools ready and lowered yourself into the seat, needing to sit there to get the best access.

As you worked away, Lando stood by the side of the car, arms folded against his chest. There was something going on in his body that he couldn’t recognise. He was still feeling the effects of what happened with the two of you earlier. But there was something different there as well.

On Sunday, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror in the public bathroom. It was not long before race start. And you were staring at yourself in the mirror.

You were angry, frustrated and way too fucking horny. Last night, you caved, again. Imagining your fingers were his. You used it as a way of getting the anger out, and it worked.

But your brain was on overdrive and everything was threatening to boil over. Looking at yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself, heading back out, ready for work, trying to ignore everything and hoping it would be fine.

You were sitting on the pit wall, as you watched them line back up on the grid after the formation lap. And Lando lined his car up on P1. Max lined up in P4, unlucky in Q3.

The race start was good, the top 5 drivers staying as is. Lando keeping the lead until halfway in the race, Lando boxed to get new tires. And when he moved his way back up the grid again, you heard his voice coming on the radio.

“Something is wrong.”

“The gears are not working properly”

You turned to Lando’s race engineer sitting to your right. You nodded at him, and he nodded back, a silent exchange you both understood.

He contacted Lando to tell him he was looking into it, and would update him as fast as possible.

You looked at as much of the data as you could, as fast as you could. And there you found it. Between all the numbers and graphs, there was one thing off.

You contacted the race engineer on the radio, and pointed to the mark on the screen. He saw it, and you both knew the solution. Luckily an easy one, as he only needed to press a few buttons on the steering wheel to change modes.

The race engineer nodded at you again, but this time, in a way that signaled you to tell Lando. So you did.

“Lando, mode 6, and give it 3.8”

“Understood”

“Thanks Y/N”

You felt like you could hear a smile on his face, but probably not. Right?

When you looked back at the data, you saw everything was fine. And not long after, Lando radioed back to say it was good, and he was ready to get back to the chase.

And he did just that, climbing his way back up. Lucky for him, Max had pitted not long after Lando, making Lando ahead of Max in the race.

You were anxious for the last few laps. He had gotten back into P1, and had made a reasonable gap back to the driver behind him.

The screams you heard on the radio as he crossed the line first, almost made you deaf for a minute. And you had a big smile on your face as you celebrated with the crew on the pit wall, proud of the car you helped in making.

You had gotten the car back to the garage after watching the podium. You, and two other mechanics were pulling the protective sheet over the car. You tried to keep your mind focused on the task at hand, but the image of Lando getting champagne poured on him was seared into your brain. But when you were done with everything, thanking the mechanics before you stepped back. You heard someone entering the garage.

In walked Lando, soaked in champagne and still dressed in his racing suit that was hanging around his hips. When he saw you, he actually smiled. And seeing him like that, you couldn’t help the heat settling in your core.

He almost ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your hips. He lifted you with him in a tight hug, your feet far above the ground, you had to grab onto his shoulders for support.

“There’s my no.1 mechanic!”

His voice was muffled as his face was resting directly against your boobs.

And when you squeezed his shoulders in reaction, he looked up at you as he still held you tight. You couldn’t get any words out. But as he looked up at you, he smiled. A genuine, lovely smile. But something else was shining in his eyes, and his pupils dilated.

He felt you started to slip out of his arms, so he readjusted his grip. He got a firm hold on your ass, and when you felt it, everything boiled over.

“Let. Me. The Fuck. Down.” “Now.”

The mechanics stood there in confusion until they heard that. They shared a look, and hurried to leave the garage. Avoiding you screaming at Lando.

Lando heard the threatening tone in your voice, and he immediately lowered you to the ground.

When he stood back to look at you, he opened his mouth to say something. But you were quicker.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME NORRIS? YOU CAN’T JUST LIFT ME UP LIKE THAT! AND NOT TO MENTION WHAT HAPPENED THURSDAY MORNING! YOU’RE MAKING ME GO CRAZY!” You basically screamed at him, with your finger pointing at him in anger. But you weren’t finished.

“You’re the one who wanted me to have this job, and you’re usually rude and mean, but then you’re teasing me and acting all flirty?!” “You’re so fucking confusing!”

Your brain had exploded at his point. Every feeling that had been pent up for so long, finally boiled over. And since everything hit you, you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter by the second. You let out a heavy breath and lifted your hands to hold onto your head in frustration.

Lando had just taken it all, with his eyebrows lifted in shock. He was making you go crazy? His mind was running, what did you mean? He didn’t know what to do, what to say. But then he saw the small movement you made, and the look on your face. A smirk making its way to his face as his eyes got even darker.

While in your frustration, your body just acted for you. And as you were standing there, looking anywhere but at him, your face red and hot, your whole body on fire. Your thighs squeezed together for some desperate neediness for something, anything.

And when that caught Landos eyes, he took two long steps towards you. His arms wrapping around you, the palms of his hands resting on the top of your ass.

When he was suddenly in front of you, so close. You dropped your hands in shock, and just stared into his eyes, then his lips. They were slightly parted, and you saw the quick moment his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Before you quickly looked back into his eyes, cursing yourself for the moment of weakness.

When you locked eyes again, his eyes were dark, looking down at you. Lando had no patience left. He shoved your body hard, into himself. You chests touching, and the grip he had on your ass, where he was holding you tight against him, you felt almost every detail of his already growing bulge through his pants. If you weren’t soaked already, you sure were now.

You had no control when you let out a small moan at the contact, and that was all Lando wanted, and needed to hear, as he leaned down to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss.

It was like he was hungry, starving for you. And Lando had wanted you since he first saw you, and with the months that had passed, it all came crashing down at the same time.

The kiss was messy, teeth clashing and rough. But you loved it, feeling another moan slip out of your throat.

As you moaned, Lando took the chance and slipped his tongue inside your mouth, your own immediately tangling with his. It was harsh, but so full of passion. His hands were guiding your hips in a way that gave him some much needed friction. And when your hands slid up to grab onto the hair at the back of his neck, he let out a low groan.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you pulled on his hair, so you disconnected. Your breathing was heavy as you looked up at him. He was breathing heavy too, and his lips were wet, and slightly red. His pupils blown wide. God, he looked so fucking good, you almost wanted to go back to being angry at him. just because of how hot he was. But you didn’t, he spoke before you could do anything.

“Shit, I need you.” His eyes darted all across your face, looking for any type of reaction. “Please”

He looked so desperate, and he sounded even more desperate. He was begging you.

Fuck it, you needed this too. “Your driver room” “Now”

He was quick to grab your hand and pull you after him.

When you finally entered his driver room behind him, he turned around and closed the door behind you. And when he turned back around, he took long steps towards you, until your lips met again.

Neither of you could control the sounds coming from the both of you. His hands were everywhere, grabbing onto what he could. You hands found his hair again, grabbing it, earning a sweet sound from him.

He walked the both of you backwards until the backs of your legs hit the small couch. He spun the both of you around, he sat down and pulled you to sit on top of him.

When you sat down, Lando looked down to where your hips met as his grip on your ass moved your hips, grinding yourself onto him. You lifted both of your hands to hold onto the sides of his face, and made him look at you.

When Lando looked at you, you almost took his breath away. Your cheeks were tinted pink, and your lips were open, breathing heavily. Some of your hair had fallen in your face and your eyes were shining as you looked at him, he swore, you were a goddess. His hands slid up to hold on to your waist, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in a way to try and control himself. But he lost it the second you whispered.

“Just fuck me already”

His hands immediately found the hem of your Red Bull shirt and pulled it over your head. You understood the signal and stood up from his lap and went to pull your pants off, as he pulled the fireproof shirt over his head.

You were standing in front of him in only your underwear as you looked at him hurrying to pull his race suit and the fireproofs of his legs. When he finally did, he looked up at you, and you swore you could see his dick twitch in his gray boxers.

Your confidence grew in you, so you went to take your bra off. When it hit the floor, you could hear him muttering under his heavy breath “Fuck”. Next, you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down.

It had been awhile since the last time someone saw you naked, but with the reaction Lando was giving you, his eyes looking at you like you were a goddess. It made you feel beautiful, and so powerful. So you stepped forward until you were right in front of him. His eyes kept shifting from your face to your tits.

You sat down in his lap again, your knees resting beside his hips, and your core just barely touching the outline of his dick in his boxers. When you leaned down to capture his lips again, you lowered your hips until you felt his covered dick resting between your folds. And because of the much needed friction you got. You moaned into his mouth.

The kiss was much slower and careful than before, frustration replaced by the need to really taste each other. His hands had found a tight hold on your hips, as he tried to guide them to move.

“Baby, you’re soaked” He said as he looked down at where you were resting above him.

Lifting your hips, you saw that his boxers were absolutely soaked because of you. And you felt your face heat up even more.

“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore” “You reckon you’re ready to take me?”

He looked up at you, and you felt stunned. Just nodding wildly at him, his smirk grew. He looked down again, and pulled his boxers down enough to free his dick. Springing free, it hit his abdomen. You stared down, bewildered. How was he supposed to fit?

His hands found your hips again, and he guided them to rest right above him. One of his hands wrapped around his dick, and he moved his hands up and down a few times, as he looked up at you. You were staring down at his hand wrapped around himself, and you felt your pussy clench, waiting to finally have him inside of you.

He moved his dick so the tip was resting against your hole. Looking up at him, he still had that smirk on his face.

“Think you can handle it?”

You didn’t reply before you dropped your hips down until he bottomed out inside of you. His pelvis hitting your clit. You both moaned simultaneously. The stretch was a lot, he was big, and you hadn’t had a dick in you for ages. But God it felt so good.

Lando swore no one had been able to fit around him so perfectly, and when you took all of him, he felt you clench around him, almost holding him in. He felt another moan slip out of him. His mouth was hanging open in awe as he looked at you. Your head was tipped back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

“Shit, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted you” He almost whispered.

He slid a hand up to hold on to the side of your face, tipping it down to make you look at him. And his other hand gave your hip a squeeze.

“Please move”

You didn’t have to make him beg for you, he just did on his own. Was he really this weak for you?

A smirk grew on your face as you wanted to know just how weak he was. You just grinded your hips slowly, and you watched his face as his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. You kept your small movements up, but he tried to lift your hips up and down on him. But you were stubborn, and you didn’t budge.

Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, as the movement was so good for you. Your clit getting friction everytime you moved back and forth. Your breath coming out in whimpers.

You closed your eyes again, but opened them when you felt his hand on your face again. The look on his face was pleading.

“Please baby.” “I need more” His voice was so soft and sweet, and you couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

“Say it again.”

“Please please please please baby”

His hands were running up and down your torso as his eyes were locked on yours.

You gave in and moved your hips up to slam them back down. And the groan that made its way out of lando could’ve made you cum already.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, as you kept up the rhythm, riding him with your hands gripping his shoulders. His hands slid around to your ass and grabbed a hold as he helped you move up and down on his dick, and his hips moved up to meet yours.

You knew the door to the driver room was pretty thin, so you bit your bottom lip to try and hold back some of the sounds threatening to escape. Lando noticed, and snaked a hand around to circle his thumb around your clit. He saw it on your face, the effect it had on you. But he also felt it, as you got even tighter around him. You didn’t moan from it, but he sure did.

You were so focused as you tried to keep quiet, but with the added pleasure it was so difficult, also because of the sounds he was making.

“Come on baby, let me hear you” He said in a low tone, as he was looking up at you.

That broke you. And he got the sounds from you that he desperately needed to hear.

As you looked down at him, you saw his eyebrows scrunched together as he was staring at himself disappearing inside you, and his mouth was hanging open. You lifted one of your hands and ran it through the wet curls on the top of his head, still soaked in champagne and sweat.

You grabbed a hold of them and pulled his head back to make him look at you. All of the feelings you had for him came rising to the surface, just as you felt your climax closing in. The feelings of anger and frustration. So with gritted teeth, you spoke.

“Fuck you.”

He enjoyed that.

“You already are sweetheart.”

You gave in and sped up your rhythm. And his thumb moved faster and his grip on your ass tightened. Your hand slid down to cradle his jaw. You ran your thumb across the facial hair growing on his chin, before you pulled him in for a searing kiss before your climax hit like a brick wall.

You disconnected from the kiss and tipped your head back, eyes screwed shut, as your vision was going white, and you whispered a quiet “Fuck, Lando” as you came.

Lando felt you tighten around him as you came, and he looked up at you, mesmerized, as he saw your face contourting as you came around him. And he followed right after, coming inside you.

You felt him filling you up, and his thumb had slowed down, but was still rubbing soft circles helping you come down from your orgasm. After a few seconds of catching your breath, as he did the same, you opened your eyes to look at him again, and he was already looking at you. The ghost of a gorgeous smile on his face.

His hands rested on your thighs, and his thumb rubbing soft circles again. Neither of you said anything, you just looked at each other.

“You’re going to be the death of me”

He was whipped.

Notes: I realized this could be made into a series or something. So let me know if you want more!! Thank you for reading<3

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Friends? Never. Pt.12 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

SMUT MDNI !!

Hello beautiful people, I finished planning out the whole story and Friends? Never is going to wrap up after 25 chapters! I am so excited for you guys to see what I have planned and I really hope you're gonna love it as much as I do because you have all been so kind so far so THANK YOU SO MUCH and if anyone has any requests I would love to hear them <3

“Hey Joel.”

“Hey kiddo, come on in.” Ellie’s smile mirrored Joel’s lopsided one as she walked into the living room of his cabin.

“Ugh what is that smell?”

“Coffee.”

“Smells like burnt ass.”

“Well burnt ass tastes pretty good.” Ellie chuckles as she grimaces.

“Ew... how did you get that anyway?”

“I’m ashamed of what I had to trade to get it.” He bowed his head in shame before beckoning Ellie into the kitchen. “I didn’t have much on me when you said about coming over so er sorry the food isn’t as good as last time.” He gestures to the plates of pasta and Ellie notices the can still sitting on the side.

“Oh shit, chef boyardee... throwback.”

“Yeah no kidding, tastes a lot nicer warmed up though I swear.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Ellie grabs her plate and follows Joel to the living room where he sits on the sofa and presses play on the film he had put on. They eat in silence as they watch the film until Joel sighs and puts his fork down.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy you’re here but is everything okay? Seemed kinda out of the blue.”

“Oh er yeah everything’s fine. I just- I know I’ve been distant since... everything and It’s taken me a long time to understand why you did what you did but I think I’m starting to, at least I’m trying to anyway. I want us to be able to move on you know?” There was quiet for a long while after Ellie finished speaking, the only sounds in the room were that of the ones playing on the TV until Joel sucked a sharp breath in.

“I- I’d like that. A lot.” She could see the glassy sheen of his eyes as he placed his hand over her knee and squeezed. “This anything to do with that girl your roommate executed a few weeks ago?”

“So Maria told you huh?”

“Yeah... I appreciate what she did for me.”

“Yeah me too, about that actually... Er she-”

“She’s your girlfriend.”

“Wha- How did you...” She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Yeah, she is.”

“Can’t say I didn’t see it coming.”

“Well that makes one of us.” They both chuckle and go back to eating, Ellie commenting on the film every few minutes and being met with a mix of chuckles and scoffs.

“So he knew already?”

“Yeah probably guessed after he walked in on us in the kitchen.”

“Ha! He knew before us then.”

“Yeah sounds about right.” You and Ellie were riding next to each other at the back of your patrol group, Ellie had got home from Joel’s after you fell asleep last night so now was the first chance she had to tell you about it. As you both chuckled, Rita who was up front signalled to dismount the horses because you had reached the factory building you needed to clear. Everyone tied up their horses and began moving inside. The second you walked through the doors you heard the foreboding sound of groans and clicks, you glance at Ellie to see she’s already looking at you, you nod and she reciprocates the gesture before you all start to push forward, the quiet doesn’t last long as your teams bullets start ricocheting all throughout the building.

You fired your gun twice and sent a runner and a clicker to the ground before you’re tackled to the ground by a runner, you can feel its hot, rancid breath on your neck as he desperately snaps his mangled teeth at you. You struggle with all your force to keep him away from you and as you feel your body being plagued with fatigue a gunshot rings out and the body falls limp on top off you. You groan and struggle to push him off as Lex offers you a hand up. You immediately scan the room for Ellie and see her savaging a clicker with her switchblade before Rita calls for everyone to move, you wait to see Ellie start running and then you follow, fleeing the dozens of infected that were on your tail. You can see the exit of the building you’re being led to and you see three people climb through the opening before Ellie gets to it, she turns back and as you make eye contact, she pauses.

“GO ELLIE I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU!” You scream to her and you breathe a sigh of relief when she reluctantly goes through the opening only to immediately suck it back in as the building shakes and rumbles and debris begins to fall all around you, right in front of the opening Ellie had just climbed through. “Fuck, we gotta find another way out.” You say as you bash yourself against the debris that wouldn’t move an inch.

“NO!” Ellie screeches as she watches you disappear behind the fallen debris that was now blocking the exit. She throws herself against it in vain as she only causes a dull ache to ring throughout the right side of her body. “Fuck fuck fuck.” She screams your name in a panic. “Please tell me you’re okay!” Her voice is shaky and desperate as her stomach churns and drops.

“I’m okay but we gotta find another- AGH!” Your sentence is interrupted as a clicker lunges at you sending you both crashing to the floor, you can hear Ellie screaming your name and the repeated thuds of her throwing herself against the wall but you can’t reassure because you’re not sure if you are okay. You jam your knife into the clicker’s skull and grip your gun to deliver two shots straight through the fungal crown growing out of its head. As it falls on top of you, you climb out from beneath it and scream a quick ‘I’m okay!’ to Ellie before shooting at the three runners that were speeding at you. You and the two other people still stuck inside with you empty out all of your magazines, use every bit of ammo you had, you’re sure your knife is blunt from the amount of infected it had slaughtered. As you’re running from a clicker you notice a large hammer on the floor and grip it tight enough that your knuckles turn white before turning and slamming it into the clicker until it laid in a crumpled pile before you. You take a second to catch your breath before you hear the muffled screams of help from the others as you run towards the sound. You bash the brains of a runner that had tackled Raphael to the ground before stabbing your knife into the back of a clicker and dragging it down as a blood-curdling screech fills the room, you slam the hammer into its head until it’s unmoving on the ground and Lacey can bounce back up with the same enthusiasm she always magically had. “Fuck that was bad. We all clear?” They nod and you begin moving forward desperate to find a way out now that the immediate threat was neutralised.

All Ellie could hear was a symphony of gunshots and shrieks until everything goes quiet. She feels her eyes sting with tears as the panic overtakes her as she continues to slam herself against the unmoving debris blocking the exit she had crawled through without you. “I should’ve waited... fuck why didn’t I wait?” She mutters to herself until she feels a pair of hands wrapping around her and yanking her away from the wall.

“Ellie, that’s not helping, we just have to trust they’re okay.” Rita tries to reason with her as she thrashes in her arms.

“No! Get the fuck off me. I have to get in there, I have to help her!” Ellie pushes a stunned Rita to the ground with a crazed look in her eyes before running off to try and find another way in as everyone calls out to her to stay put, she can hear their footsteps following but she doesn’t care, she needed to know if you were okay, she needed to find you. “Come on, please be okay.” She whispers as she frantically searches for another entrance until she sees a window a floor up that was open. She immediately starts looking for a way to climb it and as she manages to get a footing on a pipe running up the building she feels someone pulling her down again, sending her crashing to the ground on top of Ben. She immediately punches him and then squeezes round his neck with all her strength. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WE HAVE TO HELP THEM!” Ben claws at her as he thrashes in her arms and she only loosens up when she hears a thump only to see Lacey dropping to the ground from the window, she lets go of her grip around Ben’s neck as she immediately runs over to Lacey. Then Raphael drops to the ground also, her heartbeat quickens as there’s no sign of you, she storms over to Raphael and pushes him hard enough that he stumbles back to the ground. “WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?”

“I- I don’t know, she was right behind me when I went out the window.” She looks up only to see no sign of you and the lump in her throat returns making it hard for her to breathe. She calls your name and is met with silence until a minute later, although it felt like centuries, your head pops out of the window before you throw yourself out of it, smacking onto the ground with a whine. She runs over to you immediately cradling you in her arms as the tears that had been threatening to spill over, cascade down her cheeks in waves. You smile up at her flushed face as you attempt to catch your breath, the fall winding you slightly.

“Oh my god, I thought you were dead, you’re okay, you’re okay.” She pulls away to look down at you. “You’re okay right? You’re clear?”

“Yeah, I’m clear.” Your voice comes out as a wheeze and the relief flooding through her pushes her forward to attach her lips to yours in a passionate kiss before she remembers her surroundings and stands, pulling you up with her. You both turn to see everyone on patrol staring at you both with dumbfounded expressions before you roll your eyes, sick of the undivided attention on you both.

“What? You ain’t ever seen two girls kiss before? Shut your traps, you’re catching flies!” You snap and everyone immediately averts their gaze from you both as you all collect yourselves and get ready to keep moving. The thought that you still had four checkpoints to go through send a shiver through your body but feeling Ellie’s hand slip into yours and squeeze grounds you enough to continue your assignment.

“Fuck I was so worried- ugh- I- I thought you were dead.” Ellie breathes out through grunts and moans.

You had barely made it through the door of your home before she was attacking your body with kisses, sucking bruises on any skin she could find.

“Just let me take care of you please, I need to feel you.” She was almost pleading with you as if you would actually say no. She squeezed at your hips to prompt a response from your panting form.

“Take me upstairs babe.” At your words she immediately pulls you away from the wall that your back was against and led you upstairs, her lips never leaving your skin. You both tumble into her room and clumsily fall down onto her bed as you both desperately try and rid each other of the clothes that were preventing you from feeling your bodies press together. As you rip her top over her head your mouth waters at the sight of her already erect nipples, you lurch forward attaching your lips to her pink bud and swirling your tongue around it as she grips onto your hair and hisses at the sudden stimulation. You pull away as she lifts your top over your head, grabbing a handful of each tit and squeezing them together then pressing her face into them and leaving tiny, ticklish kisses over them. You giggle at her actions before she pushes you down flush with the bed, you whine a little at the distance between you two but she shushes you as she stands to yank her jeans and briefs off in one motion before tapping at your hip so you’d lift them, allowing her to strip you naked to match her.

Her hands run all over your naked form as she consumes you with her kisses, the dance of your tongues taking over your every thought. The warmth of her body pressing against yours feels like heaven as she slots herself flush with you and begins grinding herself down onto you. This was your favourite way to have sex with Ellie, the grinding of your bodies together felt like your hearts were merging into one and every thought that wasn’t her left your mind as you feel your core tightening and pulsing as her movements became rougher and rushed. The room was filled with your heavy breaths and groans until she swallowed them into her mouth as she once again attached her lips to yours before sucking a line from your jaw to your collarbones. “I love you so much, you can’t scare me like that again.” She says through kisses and pants as her hips stutter.

“Oh Ellie, I love you too. I’m sorry, all I could think about was getting back to you.” You cry out as the knot in your stomach tightens, you can tell from the scrunch of Ellie’s face she’s as close to finishing as you are. You lean up to whisper in her ear. “Cum with me babe, please. I love you, I love you, I love you- ugh Ellie oh my god!” You chant your words as they’re the only words ringing throughout your mind. You loved her and she loved you and it was the most important thing to you, you used to get stir-crazy when you hadn’t gone on patrol in awhile, you used to look forward to patrol but since your relationship with Ellie had blossomed, those feelings had changed, twisted into feelings of panic and fear because the worst thing you could imagine is being ripped from her or her you because the only thing you cared about was getting to love with her and be with her. As Ellie gazed at your beautiful face, slightly shiny from the sweat that was generated from the heat between the both of you, she realised she hated how patrol had made her feel recently because all it did was increase the risk of her not getting to grow old with you and that was all she wanted, to grow old and die in your arms because the thought of losing you sent her into a spiral she felt she’d never escape.

As you both finish with whines and moans, you expect her to slow down but she doesn’t which elicits a scream from you at the overstimulation. “Come on baby, give me another one, please, I just need you to give me one more.” She breathed out and the desperation in her voice was enough for you to fight through the urge to squirm and shy away from the feeling of her slick clunt gliding against yours roughly. It wasn’t long before her pace was faltering as she leant down to hold onto you for leverage as her body trembled as both of your second orgasms washed over you, your toes curled and you bit down onto her shoulder hard enough to draw blood as you felt lightheaded and dizzy from the force of your second release. As both your bodies relaxed and she collapsed fully onto you you released from her shoulder and kitten-licked at the wound before kissing her so she tastes her blood on your tongue, she moans into your mouth, a high-pitched moan that had both your eyes snapping open, her cheeks flush even darker than they already had before she cracks a small lop-sides smile and that you gigglle at. “Sorry about that...” You mutter sheepishly as you glance at the bite mark on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, that was hot.” She kisses your forhead before lying down on top of you once again as your heartbeats and breathing sync, her thumb drawing circles on your hip and your hands scratching at her back. She sighs into you before squeezing at your hip a little. “I think I might wanna do less patrolling, try and pick up some jobs in Jackson-” She was ready to explain herself, thinking you’d call her a pussy and tell her to stop being silly but your soft tone shocks her.

“Me too, today made me realise we’re so lucky to live in Jackson, where it’s safe and where we can have a pretty normal life and every time we leave those walls voluntarily we’re taking it for granted. We already lost 3 years, I don’t want our time together to be cut short.”

“Fuck you’re so perfect.” You giggle and press a kiss to the top of her head as you both relax into the comfort of your bodies being pressed together without anything between you both, her soft skin caressing yours. “We’re kinda becoming the pussies we used to make fun of.”

“Oh god don’t remind me.” You whine before sighing. “It’s all your fault though.”

“My fault?!” She gasps and pinches you as you squeal. “You know if I wasn’t so wiped we’d totally be fighting right now.”

“Mhm sure.” You reply monotonously not believing a word that leaves her pretty lips.

“No I’m so serious, you wouldn’t know what hit you.” She barely gets her sentence out before a loud yawn leaves her causing her to glare at your smug face.

“I believe you babe, get some sleep, it was a long day hm.” She nods and lays her head back down on your bare chest with a content sigh as you both feel the tiredness consume you and drag you into slumber.

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chaotic-mystery · 4 months

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Pairing:Joel Miller (jackson era to be specific) x f!reader

Summary: practicing your knife skills goes south when you find yourself hiding in a janitor’s closet with Joel.

Warnings: 18+ only- MDNI. Smut, porn w minimal plot, unprotected piv, big girthy age gap but it’s not specified, forced proximity, knives, cutting panties, fingering, roughness & degradation, cum eating, spitting, dirty talk, Joel is a panty thief once again! No use of y/n. Let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Notes: Big big thank you to @pr0ximamidnight for helping me with the idea & this post inspiring dialogue for it. Also a big thank you to @amanitacowboy for Beta reading it. This is my (late) secret Santa gift to @planet-marz1 ! Hope you like it baby! 🖤 || wc: 1.5k || notif blog ||

Christmas in Jackson was like any other day for Joel, the same shit needing to be done but just a different day of the week. For you on the other hand, you were excited for the lights strung all over the town, kids throwing snowballs at each other, the overall warmth it spread. Joel had other plans for today, practicing your knife skills. The last time you two were on patrol, things got kinda hairy and you almost got stabbed with your own knife. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy having to beat a skull in with a log.

It was going well, stabbing snowmen he built all over the open field next to an old abandoned factory from years ago, when suddenly you could hear rowdy raiders yelling rude remarks towards you and Joel off in the distance. He grabbed your wrist, looking in their direction before going into his stern mode he stopped putting on for the brief moment you had with him. “Don’t ask questions and don’t make a sound, got it?” He rhetorically asks before running inside the dark building with you close behind him on his heels. The quickest solution was to hide inside an empty janitor's closet and make it seem like you ran upstairs to the empty floors or maybe even out the windows.

Joel tucks himself in the corner away from the door with you pressing tightly against him, his hand squeezing over your mouth. The clammy skin made it harder for you to breathe, your chest heaving rapidly with anxiety as you both watched the shadows run past the door.

Joel grunted as he shifted slightly behind you, a bulge pressing against your ass. Though a natural reaction to someone being up against you, he still didn’t want you to notice, not at a time like now. Several minutes go by before you hear any more noise, a voice booming down the hallway and more footsteps running past the door again. You move your ass against him a little more and whimper the faintest bit before he sees your little game.

“Knock it off before you get us found.” He grumbles in your ear and yanks you to him, his other arm holding you against him tightly.

Joel was always someone you wanted but couldn’t have. He never gave into you the way you wanted him to. Joel would flirt the day away with you but when it came down to business, he’d tell you to find someone your age who won’t break your heart. That was easier said than done in an apocalypse.

As soon as Joel doesn’t hear any more movement in the building, his hand slips around your waist and grabs you roughly.

“Santa won’t leave you on the nice list if you keep this up.” Joel's harsh tone shouldn’t be like a symphony to your ears but it is and you need more. He couldn’t get over the fact you were the only person not scared of him, scared to push his buttons to make him snap. His hand doesn’t leave your mouth and he tugs for you to meet his eyes. Your hand follows down your body until you find his, trying to drag it between your thighs.

You grind your ass against his bulge, not looking away from his eyes that glimmered with the faintest line of sunlight from a broken window to the side of you. Pulling your head away so his hand slips off your lips, you meet his eyes once more.

“Maybe then I could get an old man to punish m-” not another letter escapes you before Joel’s lips crash onto yours.

He turns you to face him with his forceful arms tugging your torso against his chest. Clawing at your body like a fully starved man, his breath gets heavier with each kiss to you.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere. Not until I’m finished with ya.” He tuts at you as his hand travels down the front of your pants and discovers how wet you are for him.

“Do you always get like this when someone manhandles you? Fuckin’ Christ you’re so pathetic for me to touch you. Where do you need me, hm?” Joel whispers into the crook of your neck, groaning from the pit of his stomach as he finds your throbbing clit with his index and middle fingers. His freehand grabs your bicep, holding your body against the small table pressed to the wall.

“Right there, pl-please Joel-oh fuck.” you whine out, knees buckling with every rub to your clit.

He matches your moans as his hand on your arm squeezes tighter like you’ll slip through his fingers if he eases up on you for even a second.

“Turn around for me, let me see where I’m gonna bury my cock.” Joel orders in your ear and spins you before you can do it yourself. So desperate for him to keep going, you bend over the table, arms tucked in underneath you. The stale, cold air hits the soaked fabric covering your pussy as Joel rips down your jeans to your ankles and cuts your panties right off you, causing you suck in a sharp breath. His warm tongue covers your clit and dips between your folds until he reaches your entrance. A groan vibrates against you as your head spins, groaning out anything to make him go faster. A smirk grows on his lips as he fiddles with his belt buckle, giving his cock a few tugs with his right hand.

“You’re about to absolutely ruin my life aren’t you? Make me so needy I only want you to fuck me..fuck, Joel.”

He spits on your glossy cunt before standing up, burying his cock deep inside you and grabbing your shoulders to keep himself steady. Your back arches as his hips start to slam into your ass, Joel's groans getting longer with each thrust. Joel tosses the closed pocket knife onto the table in front of you along with your ruined panties.

“I’m gonna fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head, you understand me?” Joel manages out between moans, squeezing your shoulders harder.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You smart mouth back at him, hoping he’ll lay into you and make you rethink ever wanting him to be so rough on you.

His left hand covers your mouth once more and yanks you against him, your back a deep arch while he continues to fuck into you. Joel’s teeth nibble on your earlobe, panting softly before mumbling, “Doesn’t matter, you’re a filthy fuckin’ girl and I know you’ll enjoy it either way.” The broken sentence slips from his lips.

He was right. It didn’t matter how he gave it to you, you wanted him to shred you apart from the inside out.

You two moaned in sync, his hands roaming all over your clothed chest as he pumped inside you, half-open mouth kisses shared between gasps of air. Joel shoved you down on the table, pushing the side of your head down to keep you still.

“Joel-I’m gonna come, baby i’m gonna come, i’m gonna come-” You chanted, eyes screwing shut as the table squeaked louder from Joel going faster.

“Come on, baby come all over my cock, c’mon baby, c’mon.” He squeezes the back of your neck as his jaw clenches, encouraging you to let go.

With a couple of more snaps of his hips against your ass, you unravel on him, struggling to keep yourself standing as your knees were giving out trying to close your thighs together. The struggle had you whining his name while you grinded against him to ride your high.

Joel barely pulls out in time to come all over your lower back, grunting profanities as he watches his load dribble onto your skin.

“Stay there, stay fuckin’ there.” Joel ordered as soon as he finished letting out every drop of cum from the tip of his cock.

You’re too fucked to argue or move away and within moments you feel his tongue lick up the dribbles of cum from your skin and his freehand turns your head, meeting your eyes with his as he spits into your mouth. A rough kiss follows and you moan in each other's mouth before he goes back for the rest that was left on your back.

“Open.” Joel mutters and pinches your cheeks firmly to part your lips, spitting the rest of his cum in your mouth. You swallow willingly before he kisses you again.

“Think you’re never gettin’ off that naughty list, baby.” He chuckles and presses a few soft kisses to your clothed shoulder blade.

He unpins you from the table and tucks his cock back into his jeans before pulling yours up to your thighs and letting you finish the rest.

“W-what about my panties?” You question as you pocket your knife, looking at him with a smirk.

“Merry Christmas to me, I ‘spose.” Joel kisses your forehead and takes your hand in his, leading you out of the building.

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One Last Dance | Chapter 20

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it); 3rd person

warnings: depictions of grief, swearing, mention of food and eating

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

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screenshot count: 23

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“You know, we can’t stay in bed like this forever,” You giggle softly, stoking Minho’s hair.

“We can and we will. It’s too dangerous out there.” He mumbles into your neck.

You’re not sure what time it is. Minho got rid of the clock in your room a while ago and you have no idea where either of your phones are. You can see the soft yellow and orange of a new sun poking through the window. It’s almost like time is standing still. The apartment is quiet, you can’t even hear the low hum of the refrigerator on the other side of the wall. The cats must be asleep outside the room still. If they were up, they’d be screaming outside the door for breakfast.

“What about work? We aren’t exactly rich. What? Are we going to become squatters? How are we going to get food and litter for the cats? Food and other necessities for us?” You tap the back of his head to get his attention on you. It doesn’t work.

“We’ll turn your old room into a dance room. I can teach dance online. And delivery services exist. If all else fails, we have Ma-Ri and the maknaes.”

“So what’s your plan? We become, what’s the word? Why can I only think of the Japanese word for it? Hikikomori,”

“Because you’ve been studying Japanese for months. And we wouldn’t be hermits exactly.”

“In what world is us locking ourselves up in this apartment, not hermit behavior?” You laugh, amused by his answer.

“This one,” Minho presses a kiss into your neck and tightens his grip around you.

“Okay, I’ll humor you for a moment. You’re running a dance studio from your laptop, what am I supposed to do?”

“Nothing. I’ll take care of us.”

“Uh huh,” you nod, thinking for a second. “Let’s say stay here for the rest of our lives? Are we going to get married in our living room? What about our kids? Are we all going to live in this room like the grandparents from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Or are you going to get rid of your online dance studio? What about if we get sick? Or if the cats get sick? What then?"

"I'll take care of it all, don't worry. You just stay right here where I can protect you."

"Minho..." You say softly.

Minho's hand moves under your shirt, traveling from your side to your stomach. His fingers barely graze the middle, almost like he's terrified to touch your stomach. After a second of hesitating, he strokes the scar running across your abdomen. He's quiet but you can hear the gears turning in his head and he continues to trace your scar.

"I know what you're thinking, don't even say it. I like that we have couple scars." You reassure him.

He finally lifts his head from the crook of your neck and meets your eyes. His lips are pressed into a thin line and the corners are turned down. His brown eyes are unwavering and glossy as he stares into you.

"If...if I had been there that day, we wouldn't have couple scars. I would have--"

"What? Gotten stabbed yourself?" You take your right hand and place it on his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek.

"Or I could have stopped that bastard. None of this would have happened." He rambles. You can hear the anger building in his voice.

"Minho, you couldn't have stopped it from happening."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." He grumbles.

"Okay,"

He drops his head on your chest, your hand instinctively goes to his scalp. You've always thought he's a bit like a cat, or the human embodiment of a cat at least. You can't remember how many times you've calmed him down throughout your lives just by simply stroking his hair. If he was a cat, he'd be purring right now as your fingers massage his scalp. He's absentmindedly tracing your scar still, almost like he's trying to rub it away. But not too hard so he doesn't hurt you.

Meow

"You have you wake up," You gently tell Minho.

"I've been awake, what are you talking about?" He sits up and looks at you again.

"Minho, you have to wake up."

Minho's eyes slowly open, hot tears spilling out of them. His heart pounds in his chest as he reaches over to your side of the bed. His still-pounding heart sinks when his hand is met with the cool, neatly made blanket. It's just like how you left it the morning you went out with the music majors, untouched by everything besides the cats.

"I wasn't ready to wake up yet," He whispers. His eyes stare past the ceiling, almost like he's trying to look at you. If that's even possible.

Minho has never liked waking up alone. When you were babies, your fathers worked a lot and far away so your mothers would often just spend the day with each other, which meant that the two of you would be put down for naps and bedtime together often. For a while, he would have trouble going to sleep without next to him. As you got older and naps together became less frequent, he began hating going to sleep and waking up alone. On the rare occasion, you two would fall asleep while studying or at a sleepover, he would wake up happy to find you next to him. While he now enjoys going to sleep, even spending the day looking forward to drifting off to sleep, he still dreads waking up.

Meow

Minho takes a deep breath, your scent from your pillow faintly hitting his nose, before finally forcing himself out of bed. He slips on one of his hoodies before leaving the room. He wipes his face, attempting to dry it as he walks into his living room. The cats used to sleep in your room with the two of you, their four beds lined the window. For a while, they slept on your side of the bed, keeping it warm for you as they waited for you to come back home. But when Minho put up the altar for you in the living room, they started sleeping around it. Minho eventually had to move their beds next to the altar so they wouldn't knock anything down when they tried to sleep.

"Morning, Soonie. Morning, Dori. Morning, Doongie. Morning, Moonshine." Minho presses a kiss to his fingers and then touches the portrait of you at the altar as he walks by.

He walks to the kitchen and gets their food and water bowls squared away. He quietly fills up their bowls as they mewl at him. He pauses for a second as he sees that he has barely enough food left for them for dinner. The two of you have never let the cat food get so low. Normally, you get the cats their breakfast while Minho covers their dinner, and then you two switch off for lunch. But, Minho's head hasn't been entirely there so he hasn't noticed how much the food has gone down over the past couple of weeks.

"Breakfast time!" Minho sings as he places all the bowls in their designated spots.

Once all the bowls are set and all four cats are eating, he turns back to your altar.

"What should we have for breakfast this morning?" He asks himself as he turns to the fridge. He's met with a nearly empty fridge. There are some leftovers and take-out containers that he knows he has to get rid of sooner rather than later. Other than that, there's not much else in the fridge.

"Hm, I guess we're having omelets this morning," He mumbles as he pulls out all the ingredients he needs.

He quickly makes two omelets, one of them smaller than the other. You set them on their respective plates, bringing the smaller omelet to your altar. He sets up his little table and sets it up in front of your altar before getting his food to come and eat with you.

Pity isn't the right word for what Ma-Ri and Hyunjin feel right now. Sure, the sight in front of them is pitiful, but it still isn't the exact word for what they feel. Mainly what they feel is sad.

When Ma-Ri finally made her way over to the maknae apartment, Minho still hadn't responded to Hyunjin. The two of them slowly made their way over, anxiety filling their bodies. Hyunjin gave Ma-Ri the apartment key and let her walk in first. He stood behind her with his phone in his hand, ready to call for help if they needed to. They knocked first, giving Minho one last chance to show that he was okay before going into the apartment. When they did, they noticed two things.

The first thing they noticed, the apartment looked almost exactly how it did 3 months ago, right before the two of you started packing for Tokyo. No one besides Minho has been inside the apartment since you died. With you not being there and all of the boxes, nobody wanted to. At some point in the past two months, maybe around the time of the funeral, Minho must have unpacked everything, restoring the apartment to its previous state.

The second thing they noticed, and probably the most important, is Minho sitting in the corner of the room, directly across from your altar. He has a plate of food on his table and a similar, smaller plate set in front of your picture. And while this sight alone is enough to make Hyunjin feel sad for his hyung, he also feels angry. Minho's phone sits next to him on the table, face up, and he's sitting about 6 hours away from the front door. Nothing is preventing him from even calling through the door, and yet he doesn't.

"He's fine noona, let's go," Hyunjin says cooly as he tugs on Ma-Ri's sleeve.

"I don't think--"

"Ma-Ri? Hyunjin? What are two doing here." Minho asks, finally taking notice that the apartment is more occupied than it's been in a while.

"We thought you had a new, self-installed ceiling fan. But you don't so we can just leave." Hyunjin says as he calmly balls his fits in his hands.

"What are you talking about?" Minho blinks, looking around the room.

"He just means that we're worried about you. We haven't heard from you since the funeral and--"

"And you thought you'd find me dead somewhere in the apartment with the cats eating my face?"

If the situation was different. If everything was normal, both Ma-Ri and Hyunjin would laugh at Minho’s response and tell him that, that was exactly what they thought. But Ma-Ri was just relieved that she wouldn’t have to see another one of her friends dead on the floor while Hyunjin is slowly getting annoyed.

“See, noona, he’s fine. Even making jokes. Can’t get up off his ass to answer the door or even just pick up the fucking phone, but he’s fine. Let’s go,” Hyunjin grumbles, turning to leave.

“Which noona?” Minho asks.

Ma-Ri feels a sudden pang in her chest. Which noona? A question that was often asked when the group was at full capacity. The maknaes weren’t necessarily used to having to deal with both you and Ma-Ri at once, so just referring to either of you as ‘noona’ without saying your name was common. Which made everyone confused when someone said ‘noona’ and not the context of what one was being talked about. It was fun when you were still alive, but now it's painful.

"You can't be serious," Hyunjin's mouth drops in disbelief. He thought Jeongin was in denial, but this is something completely different.

"Minho..." Ma-Ri says softly.

"This is great. I'm the most sane one right now. Felix is going around like he's Batman looking for some sort of vengeance. Seungmin wakes up every night screaming. Jeongin refuses to believe that Y/n is gone. And Minho hyung is over here role-playing Norman fucking Bates."

"Hyunjin, he's not exactly role-playing Norman Bates. If he was then Y/n's--"

"I can't do this," Hyunjin says before storming out of the apartment.

Minho blinks in confusion, unsure of what just happened. Ma-Ri lets out a deep sigh as she walks over to the couch, throwing herself on it. The room is quiet as Minho tries to process what just happened and Ma-Ri stares at the ceiling.

Being in your apartment without you being here feels weird for Ma-Ri. Wrong even. It's like she's waiting for you to come out of your room or bathroom. Maybe even throw yourself on top of her when you finally do come out. You and Minho lived in the apartment since your first year of college. For Ma-Ri, you're the first person she met in college, and with that, she had a whole list of firsts. First friend with their own apartment. First friend she had a sleepover with. The first girl she had a genuine crush on. The first person she ever came out to. Hell, you even offered to be her first kiss with another girl so she would shut up about it. Her crush for you dissipated when she realized that there was no way she would ever win as long as Minho was in the picture. And in a way, it worked out better. Ma-Ri loved the relationship she had with you up until the end. You had gone from friends to sisters. And while Ma-Ri herself has two sisters, an older one who is already married and a younger one in high school, she felt closer to you in those four years of knowing you than she has ever been with her biological sisters. And now that you're gone, Ma-Ri has experienced a new first, first heartbreak.

"What the hell was that about?" Minho finally asks. From her position on the couch, she can't tell if he's talking to you or your picture.

"He's just worried and stressed. We both are. It's...it's been a rough couple of months. You know." Ma-Ri presses the palms in her hands into her eyes.

"You and Hyunjin seem to be doing well enough." Minho scoffs.

"I know you're grieving right now, but I will beat the shit out of you." Ma-Ri spits out.

"I was just making an observation." He mumbles, turning back to his food.

If Minho had actually paid attention, he would have noticed very quickly that Hyunjin and Ma-Ri are not doing well. He would have seen the dark circles that circled their eyes as a result of sleepless nights. Hyunjin's lack of sleep stems from being woken up in the middle of the night by Seungmin's screaming. Most nights, the only way to get him to stop is for Hyunjin to climb into bed next to him and hold him for a bit, quietly humming to calm him down. On other nights, when Felix is actually home, he'll climb in too to help calm him down. Those are the nights when Jeongin sleeps in Hyunjin's bed so he's not alone while the other two comfort Seungmin. Ma-Ri, on the other hand, wakes up frequently, in tears. She has trouble closing her eyes without seeing you.

"Hey, Min," Ma-Ri sits up and leans over the end of the couch. Her eyes freeze over your smiling picture. You're grinning as you look directly into the camera. You're wearing a light green hoodie. What can't be seen is the pose you're striking. Your arms are stretched out, one hand holding a sparkler while the other one holds a stuffed pig you won from one of the games at this year's New Year festival. She took that picture. This was right before you ended up giving that pig to a little kid who couldn't win any prizes. And before Hyunjin and Seungmin started arguing over something trivial.

"Hm?"

"I know it makes the most sense for me to grow up since I'm 22 and graduated university and I have a professional job and everything. But all of those boys are still kids. Jeongin barely turned 20 a few months before all this happened. Hyun's only 21 but he had to grow up so quickly. I help him when I can but he's pretty much taking care of the rest of the maknaes himself. The two of us had to accept the fact that Y/n isn't coming back quickly so we can stop the rest of the group from falling apart."

"I'm not falling apart if that's what you're getting at," Minho says simply as he turns his attention back to your picture.

"I didn't say that," Ma-Ri presses her lips to a thin line, that's exactly what she's getting at. "But you do have to realize that you're not okay. You can't keep doing this to yourself. Think of Y/n. What would she say if she saw you like this?"

Minho turns back to Ma-Ri, staring at her with dead eyes, his mouth quirks in annoyance. He can't help the tears that prick his eyes. Whether they're from anger or sadness, he doesn't know. He slams his fork down on his table as he quickly gets up and starts to clean up. He walks into the kitchen without a word, hands full of his dinner plate.

"Minho--"

"Get out,"

"Excuse me?" Ma-Ri gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen, careful to not step on any of the cats.

"You heard me," He empties his plate into the trash before he starts washing his dishes. "I said get out."

"I get that you're mad but--"

"I'm not mad." He says angrily, slamming the sponge into the sink.

"Okay, you're not mad." Ma-Re defensively puts her hands up.

"Why are you here?" He asks suddenly, taking a deep breath.

"You're my friend and I'm worried about you." She says softly.

"You were always more Y/n's friend than mine. But she's gone, so why are you here?"

Ma-Ri bites her lip to stop herself from saying something out of pocket. She knows that it wouldn't help anything right now. Even then, she can't say that MInho's words and overall attitude don't hurt.

"Look, I know you say some fucked up shit when you're trying to push everyone away. And I also know that you're really hurting right now so I'm going to give you this one free pass."

"Ma-Ri--"

"I'm leaving, don't worry." Ma-Ri gets her things from the couch and hesitates while she stares at the door. "There's a support group. It's held in the basement of the church by the university. Hyun and I go often, we're trying to get the others to go. You should think about it."

"What are you doing here?" Felix asks as he climbs into Minho's car.

Felix buckles up his seatbelt and leans back into the chair. His face is filled with cuts and bruises, some fresh and some old. His left eye has a slightly faded bruise under it. Not only is Felix picking fights, it looks like he's also getting his ass beat in the process.

"Thanks hyung for coming for calming all the way down here to bail me out of jail." Minho mocks, annoyed at his younger friend's attitude.

"I'll catch the bus," Felix unbuckles the seat belt and starts to get out of the car.

"Sit your dramatic ass down. Jesus, you've been spending way too much time with Hyunjin."

Minho is taking this as a sign from you to try to fix everything. That you want him to fix it. If he has to start with Felix, then so be it. How? He has no idea. He can feel the anger radiating off Felix. Long gone is the doe-eyed boy he met nearly years ago who could barely speak Korean and wanted to do nothing more than dance. It’s like that version of himself died along with you, leaving behind an angry shell of a man. Minho can’t even imagine how Felix would be reacting if he had watched you die like the others. The idea alone sends a shiver down his spine.

Minho slightly quirks his head as he starts the car up again. Felix leans back into his seat, yet again. He pulls his earbuds out of his pocket and shoves them in his ears. Felix then pulls his hood over his head and leans his head on the window.

As Minho drives away from the police station, he thinks about all the possible ways he could fix it. If you were here, Felix would take one look at you and confess all of his deepest, darkest, innermost thoughts. But he is, quite literally, shutting Minho out right now.

Minho isn't good at words. He's better at acts of service. Like making soup when the boys don't feel good. Or making everyone finals week survival kits. Anything indirect really. You were always better at the direct. Pulling everyone out of their shells and making you tell them what's wrong. Comforting them in person. Which is what they all need right now. They need you, not him. And Felix is so angry, how would you even deal with that?

Anger

An idea clicks into Minho's head quickly. It might not work, but if it could help in the slightest he is willing to try it. He changes the direction of where he is heading, almost making a full U-turn in the opposite direction. It's a shot in the dark but that's how he feels navigating through life has been like lately.

***

"Why did we stop," Felix asks when the car pulls into a parking lot.

“Do you wanna break some shit?” Minho turns the car off and turns to Felix.

“What?” Felix’s mouth hangs open in confusion.

“Do you want to break some shit?” He asks again, refusing to give the younger boy any context.

“Sure?”

“Okay, let’s go,”

Minho quickly gets out of the car before Felix can protest. Felix gets out of the car and just as Minho walks into a rage room. Felix didn't know what to expect when Minho asked him if he wanted to break shit. Vandalism maybe, but controlled chaos? Not exactly. He almost wishes it was vandalism. Almost.

The two men are quickly taken to one of the rooms where they are instructed to put on safety gear. As they get dressed, they're instructed on the procedures of how to safely break things inside the room. After a few minutes, they're let into yet another room filled with various breakable objects and things to break them with. Felix hesitates before picking up a metal baseball bat. Minho grabs a sledgehammer and walks off to the side. Felix looks around the room before grabbing an old, box-set TV and dragging it to the center of the room. He tightens his grip on the baseball bat, freezing as he thinks.

"Go ahead, fuck that tv up." Minho encourages him.

Felix shrugged before lightly swinging the bat. The bat hits the screen with a satisfying clink.

"C'mon, Yongbok." Minho calls softly, "You were pissed off enough earlier to get arrested for beating the shit out of someone. I know you can do better than that."

clink

"Are all those muscles you have from fighting for show?"

clink

"Now you're starting to piss me off,"

Clink

"If you're going to hit like that, I should have just let you punch me in the parking lot,"

Clink

"Instead of a TV, picture the person you're mad at."

CLINK

"There we go," Minho cheers.

CLINK

"That's right, channel all that anger into that TV. Who are you angry with, Yongbokkie? Who are you picturing right now?"

CLINK "I'm mad at Y/n noona," CLINK "for dying." CLINK "I'm mad at myself," CLINK "for being mad at her for that." CLINK "I'm mad at that fucking bastard," CLINK "for taking her away from us." CLINK "And I'm fucking pissed off at you," CLINK "for abandoning me--abandoning all of us when we needed you most." CRASH

Minho stands there quietly as Felix repeatedly hits the TV. The glass, now shattered, litters the floor. Pieces of plastic and tiny bits of metal fly across the room as Felix lets out months' worth of frustration and anger. On one hand, Minho feels relieved that his plan is working. On the other hand, he feels guilty for playing a part in Felix's anger.

SMASH

Felix delivers one final blow to the TV before dropping the bat to the floor. Minho tenses up, not sure what Felix's next moves are. He just leveled a television, who knows what he could do next?

"AHH!" Felix's pained scream of frustration reverberates around the room. He quickly pulls off his goggles, mask, and hood. His face is red, splotchy, and wet. His eyes, filled with tears, find Minho's worried ones.

Minho relaxes, dropping his sledgehammer, as Felix makes his way over to him. Felix doesn't hesitate to throw himself into Minho's arms. His body shakes as he lets out loud, pained sobs. All Minho can do is wrap his arms around Felix and rub his back.

"I'm sorry," Minho whispers, his heart aching at the thought of being the reason why his friends are all in pain.

"N-none...of this is fair." Felix hiccups.

"I know,"

"Why her? Why now?"

"I know,"

"And that demented fuck is just, out there. He killed her in broad fucking daylight and they can't find him?"

"I know. Believe me, I know."

"Why aren't you angry?" Felix asks as he pulls away from Minho.

"You don't think I'm angry?" Minho blinks, "That I don't wake up every day, cursing god or whoever the fuck is out there because I'm still here and she's gone? When she had so much to live for? So many people who needed her--who still need her? She practically killed herself for 21 years so she could accomplish all of her dreams, and for what? For her to finally get what she wants and then--" Minho quickly picks his sledgehammer back up and walks to the other side of the room.

CRASH

CRACK

SMASH

As Minho destroys various props in the room, Felix quickly puts his protective gear back on. He watches quietly as Minho destroys plates, glass bottles, an old laptop--anything and everything that gets in his way. Minho's pent-up and unbridled rage finally being released and it feels cathartic.

A few minutes go by before Minho finally stops. Panting, he drops the sledgehammer and pulls off his safety gear. His face mirrored Felix's face from earlier: red, splotchy, and wet.

"Not a single day goes by where I don't think about how I would trade my life in a heartbeat for hers. Or how I want to find that bastard and do to him what he did to her. But I can't. I'm falling apart in so many other ways, I can't let rage consume me too."

"Hyung," Felix calls softly.

"And I know that's what you're doing."

"...Letting...my rage consume me?"

"No," Minho shakes his head, "You're going to that mall every chance you get so you can find him and even the score."

"I'm not--"

"It's not going to bring her back, Yongbok."

"I know but--"

"Look at me," Minho walks over to the younger man and puts his hands on his shoulders, "She's not coming back."

"I know, I just--It's not fair."

"I know," Minho pulls Felix in for another hug.

"And it's not fair for me to be mad at you. If anything we should be--"

"Yongbok, shut up. Okay? You were right, you guys needed me and I wasn't there." Minho pulls away and places a hand on Felix's head, petting him.

"We still need you. I think Seungmin needs you the most right now." Felix sighs.

"He's that bad?"

"I think both him and In are doing bad, but Seungmin is...he's fucked up. I mean, I would be too if Y/n had...y'know...in my arms. And his screams-- I'd rather hear my parents screaming at each other again than that. Hyunjin slips him sleeping pills sometimes so he can sleep but I don't think that's helping much. The only time I see him out of his room is when Hyunjin or Ma-Ri manages to convince him to at least take a shower. Or when he has to use the bathroom. But, he's like a zombie. Doesn't really talk much either. It's scary. I'm scared that he's gonna--" Felix presses his lips together, not allowing himself to finish his thought.

"And Jeongin?" Minho tries to change the subject.

"He's just in denial about it. He didn't technically see anything so I think he's pretending that everything is okay. You know, he sat outside the whole funeral? Refused to come in. I think he's pretending that noona is in Japan or on a trip or something."

An idea immediately pops into his head. He knows he needs to fix it, to fix his family the best he can without you. Would you have come up with a better idea? Maybe. But his idea is a start, and that's all he needs.

"I have an idea,"

***

"This is a shit idea," Hyunjin whispers from the middle row, loud enough for Minho to hear him.

Minho glares at Hyunjin in the rearview mirror before his eyes shift over to the last row where Seungmin and Jeongin are sitting. Seungmin's head is leaning against the window, headphones in. Jeongin has been looking down, probably at his phone, the entire car ride. How he convinced the two of them to get in, in the first place is a mystery itself.

"Hyun, shut up." Ma-Ri turns around, smacking the younger man before turning back in her seat.

"What the fuck are we doing here?" Seungmin asks, looking out the window.

Minho's stupid idea is one that both Ma-Ri and Felix thought would work. At least in Jeongin's case. They're parked in the cemetery, not too far from where you are. The three of them agreed that making Jeongin see your grave might make him come to terms with your death. And if this little trip could help Seungmin in any way, then they would feel a little better. Hyunjin thinks the whole idea is bad and the only reason why he tagged along is to keep an eye on the two youngest members of the group.

"Listen--" Minho starts.

"Absolutely fucking not," Seungmin protests, leaning back into his seat.

"Why are we at a cemetery?" Jeongin asks innocently.

Everyone, including Seungmin, holds their breath unsure of what to say. Their eyes helplessly find Minho, watching to see what his next move is going to be.

"We're here to...see Y/n," Minho hesitates.

"Y/n noona is here?" He asks again.

"Fucking told you this was a shit idea,"

"Hyunjin!"

"What?"

Felix shifts uncomfortably in his seat, not liking the tension in the car. Hyunjin has an amused look on his face, ready to scream "I told you so!" Seungmin tries to look everywhere but forward. Ma-Ri glares at Hyunjin. Both Minho and Ma-Ri can't help but look at Jeongin.

"...Yeah," Minho finally answers. Seungmin can't help but let out a sarcastic laugh.

None of this is going well. After the rage room, Felix and Minho talked about how they could help the youngest two of the group. And when they settled with something they decided to let Hyunjin and Ma-Ri in on the plan. Ma-Ri was apprehensive at first. Ambusing Seungmin and Jeongin into dealing with your death was risky. But at this point, it's a risk she's willing to take. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was more reluctant to agree. In the end, he only agreed because he knew someone would have to do damage control.

"So glad I left the apartment for this," Seungmin grumbles.

"Can...can I stay here?" Jeongin's voice is small. None of them have ever heard him so quiet. It made them feel bad for what they were going to do.

"Just five minutes. Okay? Come with us for five minutes and...and if you still don't want to be here you can come back to the car." Ma-Ri pleads. She knows that bringing them here wasn't the best idea, but it's the best they can do.

"No," He shakes his head, tears beginning to rim his eyes.

"Jeongin," Minho says sternly.

"I-I don't want to,"

"In--" Felix starts.

"Please d-don't make me," His voice cracks.

Instantly feeling regret, the older members of the group sigh. They knew they shouldn't have brought him before he was ready. But they were helping, praying even, that he would be ready by the time they got there.

"Seungmin?" Ma-Ri asks, hopeful that she could help at least one of her friends.

"Fuck off," He whispers, pulling his hood over his head.

Felix, Minho, and Ma-Ri share a look of defeat and regret before silently agreeing to drop it. The car is quiet as the older ones debate what to do. Finally, Minho shuts off the car.

"I'm going to go pay my respects to Y/n for a little bit. Whoever wants to, come with. The rest of you just relax back here for a little bit." He sighs before exiting the car. He opens Felix's door, putting his hand out for the flowers that Felix cradles close to his chest.

"I'll come with," Felix says quietly, still holding onto the flowers.

Ma-Ri and Hyunjin also file out of the car, leaving Jeongin and Seungmin alone. The four of them quietly walk to where you are buried. Any argument they have is left in the car.

When they get to your grave, they find dried-out flowers from whoever visited you last and burnt-out candles. A coin sits in the middle an offering would go. Staff members often replace the food offering with a coin to deter wild animals from coming and filling the cemetery.

"Hey, jagia. I brought some friends this time." Minho says softly.

Minho wastes no time getting to work, removing the dead flowers. Hyunjin helps him by grabbing what's left of the candles and scrapping the wax off. Felix fiddles with the flowers he brought from the car, making sure they're decent and surviving well. Ma-Ri pulls out a bottle of soju and a few candles from her bag.

"Noona, your boyfriend is dumb as fuck," Hyunjin says suddenly.

"Hyun," Ma-Ri warns.

"It's true."

"No arguing," Felix hums, adding the new flowers.

The four of them quietly finish preparing everything. Not wanting to argue in front of you anymore. Once they're done, the four of them sit down. They each pour a little bit of the soju on the grave and talk to you silently. Each with a different story of what's currently going on in their lives or a memory that they want to bring up.

They're there for a while. None of them want to cut off the time from the rest of the group. The air is cool, cooler than it should be for this time of year. There's a slight breeze that threatens to blow out your candles but doesn't. Wind chimes dangle in the distance, probably decorations from other graves.

It's a bittersweet moment. Minho and Felix visit you often but Hyunjin and Ma-Ri rarely do, they never wanted to come alone. For even part of the group to be there is comforting enough for them.

After a few minutes, Jeongin and Seungmin quietly walk up and sandwich themselves in between Ma-Ri and Felix. The four older members of the group all share a feeling of relief that the youngest two made their way over.

The only sound that can be heard now is Jeongin's sniffling. Ma-Ri wraps him in a hug, rubbing his back to comfort him. Felix places his hand face up, silently letting Seungmin that it's there for him if he wants it. And much to Felix's relief, he takes it. Hyunjin passes them the soju bottle so they can also pour a bit out over your grave, and they do.

Jeongin only cries harder as time goes on. Ma-Ri digs into her bag and pulls out a granola bar. She unwraps it and hands it to Jeongin, who takes it and shoves the whole thing in his mouth. Seungmin lets out a small chuckle, remembering something.

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin asks, smiling at the fact that this is the first time in months that Seungmin genuinely laughed.

"It's, uh, nothing," He says calmly.

"C'mon, share with the class Seungminnie." Ma-Ri pokes his side.

"Fine, it's just that...that day...when Y/n noona was...she said 'tell Innie to slow down when he eats, nobody is going to take his food from him.'" He explains.

"She did not, you're making that up," Jeongin says after swallowing the granola bar.

"Why would I lie about that?" Seungmin asks seriously.

"Because why would she be thinking that?" Jeongin argues back.

"She also told me to tell you that it's not the end of the world if your voice cracks while you sing, dumbass." He hits him with his knee.

"Yeah, that's something noona would say."

"I tell you that all the time, you punk." Ma-Ri flicks his forehead.

"What else did she say?" Hyunjin asks quietly.

"She said that you and Lix are going to burn yourselves out if you keep spending all your free time in the practice rooms and that you need to stop."

"Of course she did," Hyunjin groans.

"What'd she stay for me?" Ma-Ri asks, eager for your sage wisdom one last time.

"You're going to think I'm lying."

"Try me,"

"She said that if you want a girlfriend you're going to have to start talking to girls."

"Wha--Hey, why did she leave you guys nice messages, and I get roasted? Hey, Y/n, do you hear me? Not cool!" Everyone laughs at Ma-Ri's outbursts.

"If it makes you feel better, she said she'd haunt me if I blamed myself. And she is a woman of her word." He mumbles that last part.

"Seungmin, it's not your fault," Minho says, breaking his silence.

"I know it's not, logically. But realistically--"

"Did you know that any of that was going to happen? Did you plan it? Did you put her in front of that guy? Did you give him the knife?" Minho asks.

The others fall silent as Seungmin freezes for a second, taken aback.

"Of course not, don't be ridiculous."

"Then how could it be your fault?"

Seungmin's blood turns cold. He's spent the past couple of months blaming himself. If he hadn't asked to get driven to the mall. If he didn't ask to go as early as they did. If he had noticed sooner that you weren't walking behind him anymore. If only he paid attention, then maybe, just maybe, you'd still be there with them. But not once did he think about it in the way that Minho did.

"B-because," Tears fall out of Seungmin's eyes as his words fall short. Just like that, he couldn't find another reason to justify blaming himself. All of his reasons no longer made sense.

"She needed to go shopping anyway. For all we know, it still could have happened. The only difference is that she didn't die alone."

Silence washes over them again as they take in everything. Minho was right, it could have happened anyway, but at least you weren't alone.

"She's sorry," Seungmin whispers.

"What?" Felix asks, worried that Seungin could suddenly communicate with you.

"She said that she was sorry and that she never wanted to leave you. That she was in love with you." Seungmin's eyes are locked on Minho, who is now having trouble looking at him.

"Idiot," He mumbles, "Even while she was dying she was thinking about us."

"Of course, she would. That's just who she is--was. She's the best of us." Hyunjin adds.

"I only knew her for a little less than a year but in that short amount of time, she made me feel so welcome. Like I was her little brother."

"You were like a little brother to her. She said that we're her family. And that she loves us a lot."

"She really covered her bases," Felix adds.

Again, silence surrounds the group. They spent more time than they were planning, but all of them are glad for it. Their shoulders feeling significantly lighter than when first arrived. Seungmin and Jeongin aren't cured, but they're well on their way.

"Hey hyung," Felix suddenly speaks, "what did you do with the ring?"

"Ring?" Ma-Ri asks. She wasn't in the original group chat and it never felt like the right time to bring it up afterward.

"He had Lix and I go with him shopping for a promise ring," Hyunjin explains.

"Oh, shit," Ma-Ri breathes.

Minho silently pulls up the leather chain around his neck. At the end of the necklace, there is a completed scallop shell. His half and your half that he carefully put together. He gently pulls the two halves of the shell apart to reveal your unpromised, promise ring.

"She's always with me."

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Exploring w/ Sanemi

~Sanemi x Reader~

You convinced Sanemi to explore an abandoned building with you

A/N: idk why but I found this idea really funny and couldn’t resist writing it — so enjoy Sanemi getting scared lol

Pink text : you | Green Text: Sanemi

Word count: 1548

Convincing Sanemi to go exploring with you had been a far easier task than you imagined. Ever the risk taker, you had been dying to explore an abandoned factory on the outskirts of your college town. You’d heard countless stories from your peers and figured you needed to experience it for yourself. When you had gone to your boyfriend with your plans, he had one simple thing to ask you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You had deflated a bit, though you had expected him to not want to accompany you. So, after some back and forth, a couple of “puppy eyed” pouts and the resolve that you’d simply go by yourself… Sanemi found himself walking up an overgrown path with a flashlight in his hand. “Why couldn’t we do this during the day again?” He pushed a branch out of the way, ducking just as it snapped back into place.

“Cause it’s not as fun when you go during daytime.” He turned to look at you, face morphed into one of disbelief. “Fun.” Was all he could muster, watching as you pointed your own flashlight towards the broken windows of the massive building. Not only was it far out, it was surrounded by a large forest. Which only made the entire thing sketchier. “I wanna get to the roof. I heard the view is amazing.”

“Yeah, when you can actually see what the fuck is around here.” He grimaced as he counted the floors, six stories all together to make it up to that roof. You truly must have lost your mind… then again he wouldn’t have been able to sleep knowing you went out here by yourself. “You’ll be able to see the city, that’s more than enough!” Sanemi’s flashlight brought attention to some…interesting… graffiti. “Yeah… sure.”

This was your typical bummy hangout for people with nothing better to do. Never mind having to worry about the ghosts people claimed lived here… Sanemi was more concerned about fending off squatters and crackheads. You, however, we’re practically euphoric as you found a broken window with enough space to crawl through.

“Perfect! The main entrance is chained up because this place got condemned.” You’re already pushing yourself head first as Sanemi choked “Condemned?! This place got condemned and you want to climb six stories to the fucking roof?” But you had already disappeared inside, he’d be damned if he stayed out here by himself, the snap of a twig off in the distance was enough to have him clamouring through after you.

The inside of the factory was exactly what he expected, nothing but decaying concrete that made it very easy to understand why the place had shut down. Alongside that there was overgrowth from outside, animal droppings and more graffiti. There was also the broken class that he kept having you maneuver you around since you were far too engulfed in finding the staircase that would bring you up.

“Where the hell is it?” You huffed after ten minutes of searching the first floor, seemingly not bothered by the unsettling quiet. The kind of quiet that had Sanemi looking over his shoulder every few seconds, standing just a step behind you in order to keep you in his field of vision while he surveyed for anything that could harm you. “No idea but let’s take it as a sign to fucking go.” The stale air was starting to make his skin crawl.

“Here it is!” Your voice bounced off the walls, going in every direction as Sanemi groaned. “Well, if anyone was waiting to kill us, they know where we are now.” You scoffed, pushing the rusted metal doors open and cringing as they screeched. “Nice… now anyone in a fucking two mile radius knows where we are.” You rolled your eyes, shining your flashlight up the staircase.

“Stop being dramatic, it’s not like we’re in a horror movie.”

“Famous last words. Now we’re gonna die.”

“You really think some serial killer is hanging out around this abandoned factory? He’d have a slow ass job considering we’re probably the first two to be here in a couple weeks.”

You chuckled softly as you began taking the stairs, they were solid concrete so you hoped they’d be stable enough to get you where you wanted to go. “We’ll be his lucky break.” You turned around to shine your flashlight on him. “Took you a second to come up with that one, huh?” A quick “shut up” promptly followed.

Six flights of stairs later and you had only made it to the third floor. “Halfway! I wanna check this floor out though.” Sanemi stopped mid-step. “What could you possibly need to look for on this floor? Crack needles? Squirrel shit? More concrete?” You snorted as you pushed the rusty door open, using your flashlight to survey the area. “As much as I’d love to find some crack needles, I wanted to see the view since I noticed all the windows were completely broken on this floor.”

As if to prove your point, a cool gust of air ruffled his hair. For a moment, he didn’t feel the need to complain, especially when the stale air was no longer clinging to his skin. “Only you would find interest in that.” He moved past you, never in his life had he actually desired fresh air, crossing the space in long strides and practically sticking his whole head out of what used to be a window. “Me? Look at you!” You moved to enter the room, stopping when you heard faint footsteps.

“Sanemi…” you shine your light around the area, almost positive the footsteps were coming from the floor below. But it never hurts to make sure. “Yeah?” He pulled himself back inside, heart thumping wildly when he saw the look on your face. “I…I swear I heard footsteps.” Sanemi blinked, “I swear to god if you’re making fun of me…” but then he heard them too. “Oh…fuck you why did you make us come here! I told you!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, despite your own fear. “I thought you came along to protect me?” Your laughter continued quietly as you moved back out of the room and towards the staircase. If anyone was actually in the building, you’d hear them better from out there. “I did but you caught me off guard.” Sanemi was whispering now, crossing the room once more in long strides to keep you close.

You were both silent, waiting quietly in order to listen. “We’re not getting to that roof.” He mumbled softly, clicking off his flashlight a moment later. “Fine, but you’ll take me back here during the day to see the view…” you turned your light off as well, it would be much easier to locate you both if you had flashlights on, as if asking them to come get you. “…deal.”

You weren't exactly sure how long you had both sat there in silence, waiting to hear footsteps that would probably never come. “Should we…make our way back down?” You clicked your flashlight on, looking at Sanemi as you did. “Might as well…” He seemed hesitant, which made you laugh again. “My nearly six foot tall, beefcake of a boyfriend is scared.” That seemed to snap him back into reality.

“I’ll use you as bait.”

“Wow! I see how it is… ya know what…”

Your fear had fizzled away, “I’m gonna go to the roof.” before Sanemi could fight you on it, you took off up the next flight of stairs. “W-wait! What the fuck!?” But you were already gone, feet echoing as you rounded to the next flight. It only took a second but Sanemi was running up after you. “Besides!” You called out, your voice echoing all around you. “If someone really is in here, we can just toss them off the roof!”

“Oh yeah… a fool proof plan.” Sarcasm clung to every word as he chased you, the only way he could see you was the light of your flashlight bouncing around ahead of him. An additional six flights of stairs later you were walking straight out to the roof. “Oh wow!” You couldn’t believe the view, it was even better than what people described. “Y-you’re insane.” He huffed as he finally stood beside you.

“Yet, you still followed me up here.”

“You’re lucky it’s because I love you.”

“Aweee…”

You laughed, hooking your arm in his. “At least we’ll die together if those footsteps weren’t an animal.” Sanemi rolled his eyes, not willing to admit that the view was actually worth the initial terror. Though he still stood by the fact that it would be much better in the daylight. “I guess that’s true.” He pulled you closer, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

You stood in silence for a bit, admiring the scenery before you. “I’m not doing this again though.” You laughed, unable to contain yourself at his continued stubbornness. “You said we could come back in the daytime.” Sanemi snorted, “yeah that was before you took off.” Fair enough, though you knew he’d come along anyways if you said you were going.

“Now… let’s just hope your tires aren’t slashed when we get back.”

“Why would you even speak that into the universe?”

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 4

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

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Part 4: new things

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"We have several trackers on some of the trucks," Vox explained, gesturing to the wall of televisions. Some were stand stills of city road entrances, others seemed to be on someone, and others were obviously underneath a car.

"You couldn't have told me this over the phone?" I questioned. I was adorned in my dark maroon outfit again. My Dragon Demon persona was shining through like gold.

"You're a distrustful person. Figured I'd have to show you in person," he answered, glancing over at me, "besides, it's not like you visit very often."

"I have no reason to," I shrugged.

"What exactly is your plan?"

"Follow them to their factory. Then destroy it."

"Why don't you just interrogate one of them?" he questioned. I had been texting him specific instructions to not intervene with any of the drivers. "The workers keep mentioning two specific names: Azrael and Esdras. Maybe they're at the head of this operation now."

"Are you tracking their route or just their location?" I inquired, ignoring his suggestion.

"Both."

"I want all the trucks to go back to the factory to get new shipments. Then let them send out again."

"Why?" He sounded disgusted at the idea.

"Anyone can carry on Blackwater's legacy if they slip through the cracks. You don't have the location of all the trucks. Destroy the factory and not the workers and they start up again a decade later."

"So just let them get their re-supply and give more of those devices out?" He crossed his arms and faced me. The workers in the room had their headsets on and were listening to possible conversations through the cameras.

"No. That's where you'll come into play." I slid my hands in my pockets and leaned my weight on one leg. "When the trucks get to the factory, make sure each and every one of them has a tracker. Follow each truck well away from the factory before taking it. Then wait a few days in case there's another wave of trucks and do the same. Kill the workers as they come out of the hive."

Vox hummed and glanced up at his screens. "Once we have taken all the trucks, then what?"

"I sink the factory."

"What about all the machines still out there?"

"You get them as you find them. Shouldn't be a problem in your territory with all the cameras."

"I've got a lot of land now," he said smugly.

"Not my problem." I shrugged.

"Oof, cold hearted per usual." He made a fake pained gesture over his chest. I made no comment. "You ought to get out of that haven more. Relax a little."

"With you?" I questioned with a sideways glance.

"That's certainly an option." He took a step closer.

"You forget I'm soul bonded." This wasn't the first time Vox had tried to poorly flirt with me or encourage me to leave my haven for anything other than business. I could feel Alastor's hot eyes watching through mine.

"To a soul who abandoned you."

I rolled my eyes, head turned away. "He'll return."

"Maybe not for another fifty, sixty, or a hundred years. You should get out and explore. Experience more of the world."

"I don't think Alastor would be too happy if I were to go out drinking with an enemy in his absence."

"We've already got a deal together. What's wrong with a little drink?"

I turned and lowered my head so my eyes casted up in a glare.

"You."

The pained look was exactly what I was hoping to see. His recover was quick, though, as were his movements as he stepped into my personal space.

"If you can manage to be with Alastor of all Demons, you'll find me more susceptible." The static of his screen was making the hair on my neck and arms stand up.

I brought my tail up to push him away by his chest. "Like Alastor, I'm afraid I don't reciprocate the feelings."

"You're unlike Alastor in a lot of ways," he pressed.

"Good thing he and I compliment each other then."

"You seem awfully defensive about a killer Demon who abandoned you without a word for eight years. And so suddenly too."

I didn't comment. My smile was a half smile and my hands were still in my pockets. Vox had terrible timing for himself. I could feel Alastor melting with my own shadow, ready to pounce.

"Has he returned?" Vox asked. My expression must've given it away because his smile came back full force. "Finally returning after all the hard work is done?" He sounded excited.

He stepped in my personal space again but when I put my tail up, a thick wire snaked out of the wall and wrenched it to the floor. My eyes darkened as I bared my teeth in a snarl, claws ready to cut wires and scratch screens.

"Tell me, dear, how's it feel to know that all your hard work will be for nothing?" He went on, "No one will challenge your haven now that he's back and defending it. You won't need our deal anymore but you're still bound to it. You might even be forgotten as news picks up on his return," he reached a blue claw towards my face, "after all, who can trump the Radio Demon?"

"Not you." Alastor's contrasting red claws gripped his blue wrist before he could touch me. Vox's eyes widened as did his smile.

"Good to see you back Alastor," Vox greeted him as Alastor roughly shoved his hand away. I yanked my tail out of the cord's hold.

"I'm disappointed in you, old friend." He placed his cane on the floor and examined his other claw. The workers had noticed his arrival and turned in their chairs. "Attempting to attract my soulmate in my absence? How ill will of you."

"Says the one who left them without a word."

"My reasoning is none of your concern and all of ours."

Ours. It sounded strange coming from him.

"If you came here to nix our deal, I'm afraid that's out of the question."

"I'm not." He stepped directly in between us, back to me. "I'm here to remind you she may be bound by your deal, but I am not."

Vox scoffed. "If you attack me then she'll have to fight you."

"There's always a backdoor to every deal." He took a step closer. "And I'm great at exploiting them." He backed away and placed a claw on my shoulder. "Do enjoy the deal while it lasts. It won't be for long."

His magic and shadows surrounded me as he teleported us out of the station.

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I started cooking dinner early while Alastor made his first broadcast in eight years. I had texted Vivian to keep Nym and Thatcher a little bit longer after school and to keep the radio off. Nearly every building had a radio.

Only a select few in the haven were given phones as a means of fast communication. Access to the internet was granted via our library or Internet rooms -- secluded rooms in a single building with several computers and phones.

My deal with Vox was to keep his stations safe from attacks so long as he promoted us in a positive way and never came into, listened in on, or observed the haven through his technology. This allowed anyone to access the internet safely from home.

Putting the wooden spoon down, I looked out the kitchen window at the empty ocean. I moved from the stove to lean on the rim of the sink. My claws tapped the metal carefully.

"So much is going to happen again," I whispered.

The first day of Alastor's return hadn't even finished yet. We 'made up', he met the children, Charlie showed him the town, he and Vox antagonized each other, and he was making his first broadcast in years.

I was truly starting to believe he wasn't a hallucination as I heard the muffle of his voice through the floorboards. He felt like a missing puzzle piece fitting back into my life but not so smoothly, almost as if I was second guessing if that piece actually fit in there or was just the right size and shape.

I wanted to cry.

I let out a loud grunt and went back to the stove. I had been wanting to cry since Alastor and I made up. Things weren't back to normal and probably won't be for a long time. I was still so angry, so hurt, and still confused. Just because he didn't leave on purpose didn't negate the fact that he still left me alone. I was someone different, someone new. Would he still care about me once he actually got to know the new me? He was clearly already upset with me about the children.

You're soulmates, I reminded myself.

Dinner was a simple mixed gumbo recipe I often used when I didn't have anything planned or when I needed to feed a lot of mouths. I wanted to have everyone sit down and have dinner together, hopefully to clear up confusion and negative feelings, but Reagan and Lucas already had plans and I wasn't going to attempt to encourage Alastor to talk with the two younger ones yet.

Speaking of which, the two of them came bolting in the front door. Thatcher ran right for my legs to avoid his sister who was carrying something cupped in her hands. Her love for nature wasn't shared with her younger brother who hid at the first sign of something with more than four legs.

I wrapped my tail around Nym's front to keep her away from him. She didn't fight me hard but was laughing and taunting Thatcher from the safe distance. I bore with it for only a minute or two before instructing her to let the poor creature loose and wash her hands.

Alastor remained in his office for a long time. I ate dinner with the two kids, listening to their chatter about school and the drama that came with it. It didn't get interesting until they mentioned one of the male teachers spending the after school hours in Ms. Vivian's room chatting with her. I would poke my friend for more information the next time we saw each other.

I procrastinated seeing Alastor. I hadn't changed his room much, really at all, since he disappeared, but I had gone through his office a few times and accidentally rearranged his bookshelves. So I washed the bowls, pot, and utensils as slow as I could.

Maybe a peace offering.

I went into the freezer and pulled out a tightly wrapped package. I unwrapped the meat and broke small pieces off, stirring them in a single bowl of the gumbo and using magic to make it hot again. Since Alastor disappeared, I had to hunt and harvest my own meat. It kept the strain and pain at bay but every now and then I would experience horrible withdrawal symptoms from a lack of his blood. It wasn't until three years later that I was able to go months without the horrible withdrawal, so long as I consistently had some other kind of blood, typically of a Demon.

Was Alastor's body the same as when he left or did it also suffer the wraths of time? Would he crave blood of some kind soon? Regardless of the answer, I needed to do something nice for him.

So, with unsteady feet, I climbed the creaky staircase to his--our--bedroom. I heard shuffling from his office and stopped early, gently knocking on the wood door. I waited only a moment before he opened it, red eyes glowing in the dark ambiance of the upstairs hallway. I needed to put more lights up here.

"I brought you some dinner," I offered the bowl. His toothy smile didn't change as he stepped aside to let me in. He closed the door behind me, my ears picking up on the click of the lock, and took the warm bowl from my hands. His claws brushed against mine as he did and I clasped them behind my back.

The smell of smoke and cedar wood was finally returning to the room. It had lost his scent after the first few months.

"Something wrong, my dear?" He placed the bowl on his desk and motioned for the single chair by the fireplace. He sat in his desk chair as I took the empty one and wrapped my tail around my ankles.

"No. Should there be?"

"You seem anxious." He sounded so nonchalant as he crossed his legs, elegant as ever, and examined the contents of the dish.

"Perhaps awkward is a better term."

"How so?" His expression gave away nothing as he began eating the meal.

"Are you upset with me?" I asked instead.

His pause was short. "There's a lot I'm currently managing."

"Such as?"

His eyes flicked up to mine. "Am I being interrogated?"

"What? No--I'm just...I'm curious."

"About?"

Why is this so difficult? I inwardly groaned.

"I'm worried about your thoughts on the house and on the children."

"I am not a fan of children. That you are aware of."

"I know that and..." I glanced down at my claws. His intense stare was difficult to meet. "I won't leave them or kick them out of the house."

"That was expected."

I fell silent. What was the point of me coming up here? I was getting nowhere with him.

"I will not do anything to them, if that is your concern," he added.

"I didn't think you would," I said quickly, "but...I don't know. I'm sorry."

"You have done nothing wrong."

Why was he being so nonchalant with me? Usually there was some kindof emotion poking through when we interacted. It felt like his eyes never left me. I never once saw him looking elsewhere.

"I didn't change much with the house," I tried next.

"I noticed. Though you seem to have spent a lot of time in my office."

"I'm sorry."

"I was not looking for an apology."

His contrasting personalities were confusing me. I noticed dials moving on his motherboard. Maybe he operated much like me in having different personalities for different aspects of his life. Maybe he was still in Alastor the Radio Demon persona.

"I read a lot of your books," I said.

"And made your own abstracts."

"I was supposed to remove them from the books before you came back."

"What for?"

"I know you said that's something you enjoy doing. So I didn't want to take that away from you."

"I enjoy reading your handwriting. Though I must admit," he licked his yellow teeth from the meal, "it looks like chicken scratch."

I crossed my arms and leaned back in the seat. "I never wrote anything until you disappeared. We didn't exactly need to write in the fighting rings." My face was hot with embarrassment. I shouldn't have come up here.

"Indeed. Maybe cursive would do you better."

"I struggle to understand your handwriting."

"Practice makes perfect." He placed the empty bowl on his desk.

"I guess." I crossed my legs and picked at the tips of my claws.

Silence hung over our heads for awhile. To my surprise, I felt myself actually relaxing in it rather than feeling more awkward.

Master of silence, I thought to myself.

I heard the patter of footsteps as Nym and Thatcher came looking for me. On weekend nights they often went to play with friends or spend the night in their homes.

"Well, I should go see what they need." I stood and took the bowl from his desk, his eyes following my every move. "They probably want to go see—" he caught my wrist "—their...friends..."

His grip was firm but kind. I could faintly smell his sweet, cedar wood scent. His back had come off the back of his chair and lips covered his sharp teeth.

My face was warm.

A single claw rubbed along my wrist.

My chest felt tight.

And my lips were dry. Too dry.

My tongue darted out to wet them, daring a fleeting glance at his lips.

He noticed.

I hadn't even realized his other arm had moved until his claw found the back of the my head. He pressed and pulled, bringing me closer and causing me to bump knees as I shifted my weight.

His scent was so overwhelming it made my nose pinch. He gently pressed his warm lips against mine in a soft kiss. My eyes closed as I leaned my weight forward a little more. I loved the feeling of his claws threading through my hair.

It had been so long since I last felt someone touch my hair like that.

I hadn't realized until now just how touch starved I had been, how much I craved his gentle touch. There was danger in those claws but they were kind and careful on me, never daring to do me harm again.

Maybe things would be okay. I thought to myself as I leaned my weight on the armrest of his chair and pressed harder into the kiss.

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Author's Note:

I'm so excited for this act! It's time for all the sweet (and smutty) things to happen. I promise the goods are coming ;)

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Taglist:

@wendigonamecaller @saccharine-nectarine @thesimpybitch @papas-ghoulette @masochist-downfall

#demi demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #soulmate au #soulmates #reqs open

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Hey Martyn! So, I got into your lore because of Grian's Life Series, and now I'm just trying to find some stuff out. Anyways, I understand most of it, though I do have a couple questions.

What actually are LOOT shards/crystals? I know that they're soke aort of corruption in games of sorta, but how do they get there, how to they affect the game, and also how to disable them. It's just something I'm wondering about since I know you have to find the one piece, of treasure, but how does it actually help?

What are CHEST agents? I know that they're something almost as evil as Cruppy, which is really saying something, but what actually are they?

Are there any extra lore bits in Rats SMP that you can't get anywhere else? I just wanna know if I should grit my teeth and watch it sometime, when I'm done catching up on the VODs of Pirates (can't make it to streams for personal reasons, alas).

If you've come up with it, is there any way that the Watchers lore from the Life Series ties into the datastream hopper lore? Those two just seem a little incompatible to me - hopping the datastream, being captured by mysterious godlike entities... Or are they just two separate universes?

Do you plan on posting the New Life streams on your vods channel?

Who in Pirates is p!Martyn closest to in each faction, overall?

Also, I think you may have mentioned it on stream, but did you take the faction quiz and if so, which faction did you get? I kid you not, when I took it I got Kestrels all three times (with changing the answers to stuff that I would still do, but different than first time, I mean). Had to change it up just to see all the different faction descriptions...

Ok, I think that's it. Sorry if I have bad formatting btw, I'm typing this out on phone. Thank you for taking the time to read my questions! Absolutely love your work and lore, while at the same time having the humour some don't. Keep on doing an amazing job. Hope you find your one piece, of treasure.

Have an ice day!

That's something I want to unveil in the next lore drop, so I'm really sorry to say SoonTM but this lore doesn't have all that many secrets atm

2. C.H.E.S.T agents work are avatars controlled by human operators working for C.H.E.S.T and its evil underbelly. They're a known and trusted public computing corporation but the public doesn't know the full extent of their goals and resources

3. I try to be pretty concise and unavoidable when I do my lore stuff, so you should be able to find the Rats segments in this playlist with ease: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3MFbfp1zo8dooC57HqfbizRoc07PdlFQ

4. Maaaaaaybe, people have noticed some parallels / links and all shall be revealed one day for sure, even if I'm like gonna quit doing videos and streaming, I'd just lore dump whatever isn't revealed so it's out there ha

5. A lot of my New Life streams are me just doing the grindy parts of the SMP and with the server being somewhat inactive I want to save the crossover / collab content for the videos - I'm not sure people would flock to a 3 hour vod of me painfully and slowly building an outpost or hollowing out a mountain to make a factory ya know?

6. Kestrels - probably Sausage, with Oli as a close second. Herons - Owen or Water. Owen has an inquisitive gene like Martyn and Water likes all things musical. Nightingales - Ros is so different to Martyn that it makes for some wholesome and chaotic interations, you never know which you'll get. Kites - Bek is basically the only one he's interacted with, he had a little banter on the seas with Kuervo but it was brief

7. I did! I surprisingly got Kestrel, or I guess, not surprisingly huh?

#itlwlore #piratessmp #pirates smp #scurvyblr #inthelittlewood

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animesmolbean · 2 months

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A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: An original chapter!! Sorry if it's a little short.

Side note, I now officially own the Wonka DVD! I got it on Monday (March 11).

Additionally, I saw Dune Part 2 last night, and it was phenomenal!!

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 8: Bonding Moment

After a long day of selling chocolate to the townspeople, everyone returned to the wash house in high spirits. They were getting closer and closer to achieving their goal.

Once everyone was dismissed to their rooms for the night, Yin wanted to go to Noodle's room to talk to her about his feelings for a certain inventor. But before he could approach her, he felt a hand gently grab his wrist. He turned and saw it was Willy. His heart immediately started beating faster.

"What is it, Willy?"

Willy gave him a soft smile. "Can you... help me with something?" He asked, suddenly shy.

Yin felt a blush blossom onto his cheeks. He nodded. "Of course!" He said, a little too excited.

Willy's smile grew. "Great! Come on!" Willy pulled Yin after him, leading his to his room. Yin managed not to fall over from Willy, pulling on his arm and jogging at a fast pace. They made it to Willy's room, and they got inside, Willy closing the door.

Yin looked around. Despite knowing Willy planned on leaving once he paid off Mrs. Scrubbit, he still made his room look like one you would have if you had a home. The room was dripping with Wonka personality. With his travel factory, various items were strewn about, possibly for inventions and on his wall, were papers with all the letters of the alphabet that Noodle and he made.

The whole look of it made Yin wish he had something like that.

"Wow. You.. really made this... your own." He said.

Willy chuckled. "Sorry if it's a mess. I've been collecting various parts I need."

"Why?" Yin asked curiously.

"I'm building a trap. To finally catch the Little Orange Man." Willy replied, a determined gleam in his eyes.

"The one who's stealing your chocolate?"

"Correct!"

Yin bit his bottom lip. After a few seconds of thinking, he nodded. "All right. I'll help you." He said with a soft smile.

Willy returned the smile. "Thank you, Yin." He said, bowing his head a little to the young man. Yin blushed lightly at the gesture, playing with a strand of his hair.

"Let's talk about how we will do it." Willy said as he sat on his bed.

Yin nodded and sat next to him.

For the next hour, the pair talked about how they would make the trap. Yin suggested using the jar he had to bait him into coming in; an idea Willy approved of. Once the talking was done, they started making the trap. Willy taught Yin how to do certain tasks.

As they worked, many occurrences happened. Their fingers brushing against each other's as they built the contraption, arms bumping into each other's, and the occasional glance one would have when the other wasn't looking.

The trap was almost complete when Willy spoke up.

"I've noticed you play with that bracelet around your wrist a lot."

Yin blushed lightly and looked down at his right wrist, where his handmade bracelet was.

Willy looked at the young man. "Was it a gift?" He asked curiously. Yin looked up at the beautiful inventor and nodded.

"Yeah. It was a gift... from my parents."

Willy finished his task and sat down on the floor next to Yin, crossing his legs. "Your parents got it for you?"

"Close. They... actually made it."

Willy looked surprised. "They did?"

Yin nodded with a hum. "They both came up with a design, bought the materials, and made it together. They gave it to me when I turned sixteen."

"May I see it?" Willy asked softly.

Yin was hesitant at first but decided to show Willy. But as he moved to remove the bracelet, Willy took his right hand and looked at the bracelet around his wrist.

The action made Yin blush. He silently watched as Willy examined the braided bracelet. His fingertips caressing the string, lightly tickling the inside of his wrist, sending a couple of chills down his spine.

"It's beautiful." Willy whispered to him.

"Thank you." Yin whispered back.

Yin looked down and saw Willy also had a bracelet around his wrist. "What about your bracelet?" He asked.

Willy looked down at his bracelet, then back at the gorgeous young man in front of him.

"It was my mother's." He whispered.

Yin frowned softly. They both had jewelry from their late parents.

Willy saw the frown and placed a hand on the boy's cheek. Yin gasped softly at the touch but relaxed after a few seconds. He reached a hand out and placed it on Willy's cheek, mirroring him. Willy leaned into the touch. Yin smiled softly.

The two stayed in that position for what felt like forever, just looking into each other's eyes. As they did, Yin realized that Willy's eyes had some green in them, along with hazel. They were beautiful.

The pleasant silence was interrupted when a soft yawn escaped Yin's lips. Willy thought he looked adorable. "Tired?"

The tired boy nodded. Willy stood up and took Yin's hands, helping him onto his feet. Yin swayed a bit as he stood. Luckily, Willy placed his hands on the boy's waist to steady him. Yin chuckled sleepily at the contact. Willy blushed lightly and bit his bottom lip.

"Come on. I'll help you to your room." Willy offered. Yin didn't refuse and wrapped an arm around Willy's shoulders. Willy helped the tired boy to Noodle's room. Once there, Yin looked at Willy.

"Thank you for helping me, Yin."

"Of course!" Yin replied. "Anything for you." He added in a whisper.

"Hmm?" Willy hummed, his head tilted to the side.

Yin realized his slip and shook his head tiredly. "Nothing." He smiled softly. "Good luck with your trap, Willy. Tell me how it goes if you catch him."

Willy smiled. "I will." He placed a hand on Yin's cheek and caresses it with his thumb. "Good night, Yin." He whispered, his tone sweet. Yin hummed at the feeling. "Good night, Willy." He whispered back, tucking a strand of Willy's curly hair behind his ear. Willy blushed lightly but smiled.

Yin opened the door and gave Willy a soft but sweet smile before entering the room. Willy watched him enter the room and close the door. He walked back to his room, a cheerful smile on his face.

#wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #fanfic #timothee fanfic #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n

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calisources · 9 months

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CW'S SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE QUOTES. all sentences have been taken from mostly the kripke era (season 1 to season 5) of erik kripke's supernatural, mainly season four and five. change names/pronouns/locations as you see fit.

SEASON FOUR .

If you're going to shoot, shoot! Don't talk!

Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of Hell but no one can do that.

So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something, and the X-Files are real?

It was beauty that killed the beast.

Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but sooner or later, they're gonna be back.

I suppose some dumb bastard stood here, felt a jolt of his holy juice and thought 'I'm going to build me a nun factory.' Well, it was the right idea... wrong angel.

Tell me something. Where's God in all this?

I'm not sure if he's my brother any more. If he ever was.

Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good? Make you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family.

If you walk out that door, don't you ever come back.

You don't know me. You never did, and you never will.

Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the Apocalypse.

I serve Heaven, I don't serve man. And I certainly don't serve you.

Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So, you either get as far away from them as possible. Or you put a bullet in your head, And that's how you keep your family safe.

You know I finally get why you and dad butted heads so much. You two are practically the same person.

I mean I worshipped the guy, y'know: I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listened to the same music. But you are more like him than I will ever be. I see that now.

Okay, so basically you're saying that every movie monster, every nightmare that I've ever had, that's all real.

He's a Winchester. He's already cursed.

It was too preposterous. Not to mention arrogant! I mean, writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night level douchiness.

Uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone.

I'm not a hero, I'm not strong enough.

I know our fate rests with you.

I couldn't break him, pulled out all the stops, but John, he was made of something unique. The stuff of heroes.

You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap.

Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the Veil and you find the Reaper. how are you going to save it?

SEASON FIVE.

The only thing you're going to see out there is Michael killing your brother.

I'm gonna rip you apart from the inside out. Do you understand me?

No doubt - endings are hard. But then again... nothing ever really ends, does it?

You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can.

Dean, even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid.

Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite.

Well, I got to ask. How old are you?

As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. Regardless - at the end, I'll reap him, too.

That's the beauty about improv, Sammy. You never know what's gonna come out of your mouth.

You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be.

World's gonna end, seems silly to get all precious over one little soul.

Why? Because Crowley said so? Because we trust him now?

You think you own the planet? What gives you the right?!?

No one gives us the right. We take it.

You're not my father. And you ain't in my shoes.

I mean, whatever happened to personal loyalty? How long have I worked for these guys. Five millennia? Six?

It's funnier in Enochian.

This creature has the power to take a human's form, read minds.

And you think you know better than my father? The one unimportant little man. What makes you think you get to choose?

It's a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will's an illusion, Dean. That's why you're going to say yes.

Think of the million random choices that you make--and yet how each and everyone of them brings you closer to your destiny.

As it is in Heaven, so it must be on Earth. One brother has to kill the other.

Well, call it personal experience. Nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family.

You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything.

Now, tell me... does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right?

Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it?

Honestly, people don't need a reason to kill each other. I mean, you seen the Irish? They're all Irish.

#rp meme #sentences memes #meme call #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme

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goingroguepod · 2 years

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Fun facts about the first draft of Rogue One that haunt me

1) Jyn was a rebel commander with the callsign Rogue Leader (or Rogue One). This was where the film's title came from, since in this draft the final mission to Scarif was supported by the Rebel Alliance instead of being a "rogue one".

2) Cassian was an Imperial double agent working for Krennic and feeding the Empire all of Jyn's movements before having a change of heart after seeing a genocide that he was basically responsible for. Cassian also wasn't his name in this draft (it was probably Willix Cree).

3) The film opened with a mission to Eadu to rescue Galen/find out what he'd been building (which became the second act of the final film). In this first draft, the Rebel Alliance weren't responsible for the bombs that killed Galen - Saw Gerrera was.

4) Writer Gary Whitta had to ask John Knoll (writer of the film's original pitch and treatment) if K2SO's description as a black protocol droid meant he was painted black or "Sam Jackson Black".

5) Jyn and (not) Cassian didn't die on Scarif - they escaped on Admiral Raddus's ship, and beamed the plans ship to ship to Princess Leia. Raddus's ship was then blasted into little pieces by the empire, but Jyn and Cassian survived in an escape pod.

6) The name Scarif came from a Starbucks barista's misspelling of director Gareth Edwards's name. (He said "it's Gareth" and got a cup that said Scaref)

7) Jyn and Cassian possibly got married at the end of the film (they had "much more" of a romantic subplot, but the whole "first draft ended in a wedding" thing was an off-handed remark from Chris Weitz, who wrote the drafts after Whitta, and didn't specify whose wedding it was)

8) some ideas that were thrown around but never made it into a draft were Jyn's mother being a Jedi who'd escaped Order 66, Jyn having to barter with a Hutt on its barge for information and Eadu having a native species of aliens called Eaduites who were being poisoned by industrial runoff from the Weapons Factory.

Anyway I did a full breakdown of this draft and the following Chris Weitz drafts for the pod, give it a listen I suck at promo I just need more people to know there was a draft of this movie where Jyn had to look Cassian in the eye and be like "yo you're personally responsible for the destruction of that moon and the genocide of its people and almost killed me in the process" and he had to be like "yeah my bad."

(If you're wondering why Bodhi, Chirrut and Baze aren't mentioned, they weren't in this draft)

#rogue one #going rogue podcast #andor #andor series #rogue one a star wars story #jyn erso #rebelcaptain

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eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r · 5 months

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-OUR FOUNDER-

⚙ THE CHAIRMAN ⚙ OF COGS INCORPORATED EST. 2003 ---------------------------------

So I've never talked about this on here before, but Toontown was one of my absolute FAVORITE games as a kid (despite never having membership so being locked out of 99% of the actual game jlkjfsakj) Like it was absolutely formative for me, I drew the cogs a bajillion times and they inspired a ton of my own stuff later on (and still absolutely do) Then the game closed and Rewritten came out so I could actually play the whole game for the first time (haven't gotten anywhere close to getting to the end though) To this day I have an on again off again interest where once or twice a year I'll suddenly get absolutely smitten with it again haha

So, if you're also into Toontown, you'll obviously be familiar with the mysterious, unseen overarching villain The Chairman This is my own take on his design that I came up with a few years back ^^

We don't have much to go off of from the original game for what the Chairman might've been like, so I had a couple of different inspirations

Obviously the giant head in the Sellbot Factory, since those old Chairman pics with that head pasted onto a cog body were absolutely what I was most exposed to as a kid, but it's also not a 1:1 lift

In some of my earliest sketches trying to come up with the ideal design I tried making him look like he had the giant robot from the old installer video underneath his suit, so he had like lanky, cartoonish proportions, toonier hands, etc It looked really bad though and I couldn't do what I wanted with the head since it would've had to fit over the shorter, wider robot head, so I just ended up scrapping it (i do take some inspiration from the video for my vision of Toontown's story, but i've just scrapped the robot entirely) Oh I also gave him the eyes from the Field Office since I thought that could be neat, but it looked out of place so I simplified them to what he has now (they're still stylistically similar to the eyes on regular cog buildings, so i don't think i'm really losing any of the meaning behind them at least)

By far the biggest inspiration was when the FY11 plans got released

Holy FUDGE did this blow my mind when I saw it for the first time All those years as a kid of the Chairman not even being ACKNOWLEDGED except by the CEO's final words and a couple odd references in obscure magazines and whatever Desperately speculating and grasping onto all those tiny pieces of some mysterious, horrifically evil entity behind everything And then this??? This awesome, ominous silhouette?? Plans for something huge??? Seeing it is what drove me to go and draw him in the first place, it still gives me chills just looking at it

So yeah, I wanted mine to have that same aura of cold evil, that striking silhouette, while also having a bit more character to him Like most cogs are frozen in the same screwed up scowl, where there's not much room for expression If I could, like, make an actual model for him, I'd want him to have the same sort of capacity for different expressions as the toons have (even some you wouldn't expect from the head of the cogs)

He's ruthless, calculating, doing everything he can to maximize the profits and efficiency of Cogs Inc and expand their operations to the entirety of Toontown, with no regard for ethical business practices or the wishes of the people he plans to subjugate (But does it work? Is he happy?)

I'm absolutely gonna do an analysis of the cogs as a whole at some point (as long as my interest doesn't plummet for a little while longer), there's a ton of stuff I wanna get into about my interpretation of them as villains because oh my god I love them so much

OTHER STUFF - He's not as massive as the other boss cogs, but he's still absolutely huge (iirc the highest level cogs are all canonically like 8ft?? and he's got a LOT of height on them) - He's drinking oil in the pencil drawing - I happened to watch this video where one guy talked about the way the villain in Tarzan held a glass of wine and how it left a huge impression on him, so I just arbitrarily decided to emulate it in my drawing XD - Oh yeah a big reason for the main drawing in the post was that I really felt like I was getting too attached to a single style in my digital stuff (literally just using the same default pen tool for everything, never changing the size), so I wanted to force myself to try something new - I drew the frame myself, just kinda winged it so it's. not as good as it could be but it works fine I think

#toontown #cogs #the chairman #emilyart #emilyramblings #uhh so this is a pretty big departure from my usual MOTHER stuff #hope it's not too offputting #i've got a really cute porky thing i've been working on but i'm struggling with one of the poses ><#will be done soon hopefully #oh yeah so i've played a lot of rewritten which is definitely my favorite toontown thing #captures the old feel that i love while wayyy surpassing the original #and they really nailed the new cog designs they revealed a while ago office clerk my beloved #AND THAT CHAIRMAN TEASER FROM THE FIELD OFFICE UPDATE OFJOEIWJK #i love what clash brings to the table and how much it's gone above and beyond to create a whole new experience but it's not really my thing #totally different chairman interpretation from what i'm used to but man he's hilarious #i'll dig up some of my original sketches for the chairman at some point it'd be fun to see that process

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At your service

Plot : Cocky jock, Alex has seemingly won the golden ticket to the Gordo chocolate factory for a 6 month stay - what could possibly go wrong

Part 1

‘Of course I’ve won” exclaimed the beefy jock, opening up his chocolate Gordo bar, this was just the normal type of luck star quarterback Alexandro had, after a gruelling workout he had decided to indulge his sweet tooth by snaking on his favourite chocolate bar, and had of course gone and won the Gordo gold ticket. The rest of his football crew crowed around him, exclaiming how lucky he was and how jealous they all were, “Wow you get to stay at the Gordo chocolate factory for 6 whole months”, “Imagine all the free food you are gonna get”, “damn Alexandro you better bring us some scraps’

Alexandro chuckled as he walked over the gym mirror to check out his hot bod , his ripped muscular 6ft2 frame, his massive guns - which were of course the biggest out of anyone of the team. As he turned in the mirror he saw his tight inch waist and he pumped his large firm pecs, and how could he forget his meaty thighs and perky bubble but, not only was he the star of the uni’s football team but also the one whose body alone sent shivers the spines of anyone he looked at. Not to mention his killer good looks that had landed him numerous exs. The timing was perfect summer was coming up and after a year of winning games and barely scraping by academically this was just what he needed an all inclusive holiday.

It was finally the day, Alexandro was somehow the only one who found the lucky ticket, this barely troubled all it meant was more attention on him by the national press and the smoking hot interviewers ,stepping out of his limo he was met with crowds upon crowds of people cheering at him, for no-one had entered the Gordo factory in years and were dying for any information about what actually went on inside the worlds biggest chocolate factory. He was met with the flashing lights of the paparazzi as he strode done the red carpet towards the gates of the factory, he made sure to wear his tightest gym equipment to reveal every tight inch of his smoking hot body, as he met up with the news staff, he made sure to be as charming as ever, flashing of his pearly whites while throwing his curly black hair back. This is how he would become a celebrity, he was simply playing the long-game he couldn’t wait until he strode out of those gates at Christmas time and be met with book deals and probably his own tv show.

The questions he was asked were just feeding his already inflated ego , “How lucky you are to be so handsome and now this” etc etc was all he heard . However one question hit him on the spot, “How do you plan to stay in such good shape while being surrounded by so much chocolate”, He hadn’t really thought about that but he quickly threw out on the answer, “Easy, you don’t get this good looking without having a strict diet and large will power , and I am sure Mr Gordo’s got a few weights in there to pass the time, so don’t you worry by the time I get out I still gonna be hot enough to take you out on a date”. The interviewer slightly blushed while Alexandro moved on to the gates , it was time.

Suddenly the crowd fell silent as the factory doors opened, Alexandro quickly turned to see who his mystery lodger was gonna be, one foot after another came out until one of the beefiest muscular man he had ever seen was standing before him , he was a giant among men. Mr Gordo stood nearly 6ft10 tall he had one of the largest upper builds that Alexandro had ever seen, as he kept walking his second biggest feature came into view, his large gut - “what a fatty thought” Alexandro, his gut alone must have weighed the same as a normal American male , it had nothing on Alexandro’s tight 6 pac. Soon the started to gates close and only Alexandro was allowed to enter guided in by Mr Grodo, they walked in silence to the factory doors and just like that they entered and Alex said goodbye to the outside world the door shut sealing him in .

Mr Gordo firmly introduced himself, to Alex as he led him round the factory, an automated robot appeared out of no way and took Alex’s things - cool he thought but his mind was distracted by everything else before him , while the tour started he was shown how the chocolate was made, where the flavours were added and even how it was packaged it was all done entirely the automated machines with there long metal arms moving and passing stuff along as if there were alive themselves, the tour was quite boring in itself aside from the robots flying past them on convery belts moving at impressive coordinated speeds, Mr Gordo must have been a genius, but aside form that the factory seemed to operate just like any other factory, Mr Gordo now dropped Alex of at to his suite, and had told that he would be back for dinner for a surprise, he hadn’t utter much of anything on the tour, it made sense now why he had chosen to seal himself of from the outside world. The suite, of course was massive its curtains were closed and were clasped locked possible holding back the aforementioned surprise, Alex decided to focus on multiple roomed living suite , this was the life Alex could get used to designer sofas with the largest flat-screen he had ever seen of course paired with the latest games console and decked out kitchen, stepping into it, the kitchen seemed to come alive, the lights shone and a seemingly normal kitchen cupboard open automatically

“Ahhh, exclaimed Alex

As a 6ft robot somehow woke it self up and headed towards him, it was wearing a chef outfits allowing Alex to quickly come to the conclusion that this was just another one of those automated robot he had seen racing about the factory

“What can I get for you Master Alexandro”, let out the robot in a mechanical cold voice widening its Led eyes and moving its arms

“Wow, this is on a next level “

The robot stayed they waiting for its orders, waiting to be for service, Alex was still in shock and how impressive it all

‘What can I ask for’

“Master, there is nothing you can ask for that cannot be made in this question’

Pondering for a moment, Alex wanted to see how much this robot lived up his world and after seeing all that chocolate- his sweet tooth was begging for some chocolate

‘Well in that case,.. I think a chocolate, vanilla infused milkshake is just what I need right now’

And just like that, the robot read to life, whizzing sound the kitchen would seemed to connected to the robot inner workings as it folded itself up and brought out tubes of choloacte and milk forms its cabinets

‘Here master, I hope this is to your liking’

As the robot handed Alex one of the most delicious looking milkshakes he had ever seen

‘Ymmmm, this is delicious - what did you do this’

“Well a robot never shared its secrets’ and with that it could tell its job was done and shut done

As Alex continued to look around while drinking his milkshakes, he realised that the entire suite was packed with robots of all sizes, ones to clean the floor and make the Californian kings size bed and ones to seemingly pick out his clothes in the morning, and as he walked passed the fully equipped gym with all the things he could ever need plus some, a fully packed desert bar drew him away, of course coming with a robot sever that swirled alive the moment Alex got near, it had chocolate fountains paired with a rotating ice cream dispenser and a giant churro maker built in . The inner sweet tooth Alex had came to alive once more but he pulled himself away to check out the rest of suite. There were even robots in the bathroom ones that came up the wall whose hand were filled with toothbrushes and sponges, damnnnn Alex thought to himself this is the life.

Realising he had time to kill until dinner, Alexandro of course hit the gym, he wasn’t going to be distracted by all the snacks he was an athlete and needed to get his gains in, the robots in the gym timed him and calculated his body fat levels at a neat 10% body fat and a whopping 90% muscle. While he was lifting weights, - sported by a robot , how cool, another robot came up and introduced itself.

“Hello Master Alexandro, we robots are here to follow your every command, I am the master robot Unit in charge of all operations ”

“Wicked”

“Now, we are all coded to one master mind to increase our efficiency in filling your wishes”

“Damn that’s sick”

“Is there anything we can help with you right now”

“Nothing that you can do”, Alex let out while struggling to lift a really heavy weight”Not unless your can make me big enough to life these weights” he chuckled

The robot stood still for a minute ,as if he was calculating something to say Alex could even hear its metal thoughts whizzing about in there , until he broke his silence by saying

“We can do our best”

After a couple of minutes he promptly returned with what seemed like a protein shake in his hand.

“Damn , who guys are good”, Alex thought assuming it was just another protein shake, unknown to him that the robot had already started on his requested to be bigger.

“Just give us a call, after all we are at your service”

Finishing his workout , Alexandro chilled in his very own spa until planting himself down on the most comfortable sofa in his life, it was like the sofa was alive moving and adjusting itself to fit Alex’s body perfectly, damn, Mr Gordo really had gone all out, as he felt the sofa cup around his meaty thighs and tight bubble but. It even had a massage option, which he of course turned on and every part for him vibrated even to his ball sac.

Tuning on the flatscreen, with his voice somehow, he simply said he needed controllers and they appeared, the tv of course came with every single game to ever come out, Alexandro simply sat back into sofa and played the lastest resident evil, until he heard a knock on the door.

Quickly checking himself out in the mirror, a thought quickly came to his mind.,

“Unit open the door would you”

And just like that Unit woke it self up from the shadows and buzzed other to the door

“Ahh, I see you are quickly adjusted to life inside the factory”, Mr Gordo announced as he made his way into the suite

“Yh, its well wicked - you got things in here that haven’t even been thought about yet what do you pay the other staff to keep them quiet ’

“Correction, for the next 6 months you and myself will be the only “humans’ in this factory trust I have had my runs in with staff members who lets say couldn’t behave themselves ”

And with that Alex simply nodded his head, quickly seeing how imposing the 6ft 10 that towered over him really was

After a couple minutes of small talk, Alexandro was led by Mr Gordo into the grand dining room, he had explained along the way the way to the jock that he was free to spend his time however he wanted but he would have to dine with Mr Gordo every day to provide feedback on the ai, see Mr Gordo explained that Alex’s real purpose here was to simply provide feedback on the ai before he expended the company form a simple chocolate company to the world renowned ai power house it could really be.

Or something like that, Alex hadn’t really been paying attention, he caught himself in a mirror was they were walking and had got lost in thought admiring his own hot ripped body.

“Now I see Alex, that you take very good care about your body- I myself can’t say the same to many late nights at the desk table, so I would be happy to alert Unit on any dietary stuff I don’t want any of my gluttony to rub on you and ruin you body”

“Nah don’t sweat it, I’m gym-rat to the core, anything I gain I simply going to shred into pure muscle”, Alex body said flexing his guns to Mr Gordo

“I see, well maybe I should learn a thing or two from you, huh’ Mr Gordo said as he patted his huge stomach.

The conversation continued as some robots whirled around them placing plates and pallets of food between the two, full breasted roast chicken and steaming hams as well as gravy boast filled to the top. It all looked so good, damn with all this extra protein in my diet I’m bound to get huge thought Alex, as the two dove straight into the food once it was all laid out.

Mr Gordo ate as if he was famished, desperately pushing turkey leg and chicken breast into his mouth, no wonder he was so fat Alex continued to think the man has no control , however after one bite of the rich ham, he too ate as if he hadn’t seen, food in days, it was all so good every bite was rich and creamy, he just couldn’t stop. The two didn’t talk the duration of the meal all their thought went straight to the food until not a scarp was left between the two of them.

“I see how you are in such shape my boy, for someone so small you sure to cramp a lot of meat down ya’ Mr Gordo chuckled as he slapped Alex bloated 6 -pac

“Yh, I treat my body like a temple, 24/7, all this is just fuel for the body”, Alex mummer back not likely being referred to as small

“Well I hope you left room for desert, I still have my surprise to show you’

Alex was stuffed beyond words, it was like something came over him all really he needed was a good belly , his belly was bloated and was curving out of his tight tank-top - maybe Unit gives good belly rubs, but not wanting to show himself up as a bad guest, he of course followed Mr Gordo out of the dining room, as they walked Mr Gordo inquired more about Alex, Alex simply told him that he wanted to be a big time celebrity after all this he even joked saying how he wanted to be the biggest star the world has ever seen.Soon the two came across a large locked door,

“Now here Alex is where I have had a little bit of fun with the ai, all of course vital to the wellbeing to the company”

The anticipation was killing Alex, somehow the idea of desert had somehow woken up his inner sweet-tooth and the dinner he had stuffed down him was long forgotten about, and then finally moment he had been waiting for Mr Gordo opened the door.

#exjock #male gainer #male weight gain #gainer stories #fat

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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My apologies for bothering you, but if requests are open, do you think you could do a yandere Hiesenburg [resident evil 8] scenario where Ethan dies before fully saving Rose, and the reader enters the village to finish what Ethan started, but ends up catching Hiesenburg’s interest instead? [a fem reader would be preferred, but I don’t mind if you use different pronouns]

Sure! I'm surprised Heisenberg was not requested earlier. I did not focus on Darling's gender, don't worry. I was not really sure where to go with this, so the ending's bad/feels rushed and Heisenberg may be OOC due to me not looking into his personality fully. This fic could've gone better. I tried though, hope you still like it, feedback would be nice.

I focused too much on descriptions-

Where He Left Off...

Yandere! Karl Heisenberg Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Kidnapping, Vague sense of romantic interest, Implied Heisenberg just lost it after Ethan nearly ruined his plan, Stockholm syndrome, Manipulation, Implied murder, Forced relationship.

"We have an emergency mission for you, (Y/N)."

Those words from Chris's mouth sent chills down your spine. An emergency mission can only mean one thing... something went wrong with Ethan.

According to your briefing, Ethan had succumbed to one of the lords. Chris had tasked you with not only retrieving Ethan's corpse, but finding Rose. Both of them had some sort of power from what you've heard.

"I'll be backed up by you, right?"

"Of course. We can't let Miranda keep either of them. If you need to... take out the lord that killed Ethan. They should be the fourth one."

"He killed the rest?"

"Yes. All except for one.... Heisenberg."

Suiting yourself up and equipping yourself with a weapon or two, you prepare yourself. Heisenberg was someone who can't be taken lightly. Not with his power....

"Send me there, Chris."

"You ready?"

You breathe in softly before nodding.

"As ready as I can be."

---

Heisenberg thought Ethan would be the last outsider he'd have to deal with. After all, he was only here to find that daughter of his. It was really too bad he had to die... he could've been a great help against Miranda.

Can't win them all, huh?

Now Heisenberg could just focus on mass producing those Soldats to take on Miranda. The other fools were dead, anyways. What else did he have to do?

Then there was word of yet another outsider. He both dreaded and looked forward to this new discovery. They had caused an uproar with the lycans, it was best to keep an eye out.

This was the first look he got of you. Looking all determined to enter his factory. It was clear what you were after.

You were finishing what Ethan started.

Silently and patiently, Heisenberg keeps track of your progress. You looked appealing and that determination was stunning. It could be him just realizing how alone he was now...

But he felt a strange yearning towards this outsider.

Curiosity and intrigue sprout from his attention towards you. The longer he watched you, the stronger such a yearning grew. He cursed how impulsive this feeling made him....

What was so special about you?

The closer you got to the factory, Heisenberg went against his better thinking and made a decision. Since you'd enter his domain within the hour, why not test you?

Perhaps that will calm this... strange obsession.

"Let's see what you're made of, dear...."

---

Heisenberg's factory... a place that would be a mad mechanic's wet dream. Upon entering the building you're greeted with a labyrinth of visuals and noises. All looking disturbing in design....

The loud clanking of machines and pistons ring in your ears, echoing in a disorienting rhythm. Groans of creatures born as a chimera of metal and flesh roam around every corner with the instincts of a wild but disoriented animal. The sights and sounds shake you to your core.

You have a job to do, unfortunately.

It's not like you came here expecting sunshine and rainbows. This was Ethan's last reported location. Right before he was deemed missing, or deceased.

Seeing as the old factory looks so lovely, it wasn't hard to assume Ethan had fallen victim to one of these poor unfortunate beasts. It was that or the fourth lord you still haven't seen.

You could be stalked in this maze of machines and never know.

Worry pooled like sludge in your gut, slowly seeping into you as a warning. You wondered how Ethan had succumbed to his demise here. If you weren't careful, you could easily be next.

"Really hope Chris meant it when he said he'd have my back-"

The deeper you went into the barrage of sounds and disturbing scenery, the more your brave facade wavered. It was perfectly normal to dread what you'd find. Even in an abnormal setting, you still knew your emotions were the most normal thing you'd find here.

It was hard to find a singular corpse here. At least... one that's Ethan's and not one of the robotic chimeras no doubt created by Heisenberg himself. On a similar note, you wondered just what was the point of these beasts?

The factory absorbed your senses so much you never heard the whirr of magnetic fields. The clank of pistons easily covered the tap of footsteps. What you did register, was you being disarmed of your weapons.

"What-"

"Well aren't I lucky? I get to deal with another one of outsiders."

The bending and clashing of metal against metal walls violates your ears, causing you to flinch. You were constrained easily to the wall, shackled in front of Heisenberg, the fourth lord. His expression read of both annoyance... yet interest.

"I'm surprised the lycans didn't get to you, or even the soldats. I would say you're special, but I doubt you had any power like Ethan."

Heisenberg then looks you up and down before grinning.

"Special in a different way, however..."

"Hey-"

"Wait, let me guess. After Rose too, huh?"

Heisenberg sighs, backing up and tossing your guns over a rail. You can barely move due to the metal restraints. Chris really needed to send a team of people-

"'Course you are, who isn't at this point?"

"Where's Ethan?"

"You're late for that one, he's dead. Unfortunately...."

"Where's his corpse?"

"Is that what you wanted? Disposed of."

"Wh-"

"Will you stop barking questions!? Just who is interrogating who here?"

You keep quiet, not like you could do much else. Heisenberg heaves a sigh, distressed his plans are once again disrupted.

"Couldn't resist sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, huh? Like some lost animal looking for shelter. I don't pity you."

Heisenberg leans closer, tilting your chin up.

"You're worse off than Ethan. Consider what I do next... mercy."

Metal clangs into your head suddenly, dragging you and your senses into the depths of your subconscious.

---

You're awoken to the smell of cigar smoke and a pounding head. Coughing softly, you hear a shift in the room.

"Waking up, are you?"

You turn your head groggily to be met with Heisenberg, leaning on a wall while smoking. Chains restrain you to a wall with a mattress placed under you. You immediately prepare to defend yourself.

"Stay there-"

"You really are like a scared animal... now what's your name?"

"Like I'm telling you."

"Feisty, huh? Need I remind you of our previous talk? Tell me your name, and I'll answer a question of yours. I know you love those."

You grunt at his cocky behavior, deciding to take your chances.

"It's (Y/N), if you must know, Heisenberg."

"Great to know you already know me. Now, your question?"

"What is your plan with me?"

"Right to the point, I like that...."

Heisenberg laughs before pacing in front of you.

"Well. You know the other three are dead, right? Never liked them. Although I do admit it is... quieter. You're going to be company. Who knows, maybe you'll attract someone that can kill the 'queen bee' here."

"I'm a hostage...."

Heisenberg takes a drag of his cigar, looking at you through his glasses.

"No need to be so pessimistic, (Y/N). I'm sure you'll have some use to me."

Heisenberg stands in front of you, grinning.

"I think you and I will do great things. Not like you have much of a choice now. Ethan's dead and a lost corpse, Rose is unreachable alone, let's be honest... you were disposed of."

You feel your heart crack, a hopeless feeling nibbling at you like a swarm of worrisome bugs.

"No-"

"You'd die here at some point if I was not the one left alive. You got captured way too easily. Miranda would tear you to shreds and feed you to the lycans. I, on the other hand, have supplied you with shelter."

"Why-"

"I've been watching you from the start. You think I don't know what goes on in my own factory or this village? Hah, cute.... You won't live out here on your own, (Y/N)."

Again, he holds your face with gloved hands. It's strangely affectionate, the way he holds you makes you think he has ulterior motives.

"Wouldn't you rather take the easier option, anyway? You either die, or are taken care of here, safe in isolation and here to aid me. Isn't that better?"

He then chuckles at your fear, leaning away.

"Oh please, I'm the one in charge here anyway. You answer to me. You'll go along with it when pushed in the right direction, won't you?"

You fear him... you fear everything about him. You have no guns, he's much too strong anyway. You're hopeless... hopeless and alone.

Isolated with no one to help you but him for whatever reason he had.

"You'll join me in the end. Taking you here was a great decision, my mind is certainly less... distracted now."

---

Another 'death', another failure. According to BSAA you were M.I.A. Meanwhile, you were locked deep inside a factory with the very lord you should've killed. Instead...?

You had managed to charm the lord. A secret he'd never tell a soul.... In exchange for your freedom and attention, you were granted protection.

It's not like you would be successful in your mission anyway.

It was just as he said. You foolishly went alone, were easily captured, and no one came for you. Not that you know of, at least.

If anyone did, Heisenberg probably knew about it and dealt with it.

All you had was Heisenberg. You were told over and over by him that he was the only one you needed to trust now. You're weak....

Weak minded, weak physically, weak in general....

Perfectly malleable to the magnetic man who took you in, just like the metal he worked with.

You may be alive, but without your freedom...

You wonder if you'd be better off dead despite what he says.

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil 8 #yandere karl heisenberg

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9 - Family Contract Agreement

Part 10

The Texas Tire Family

Tags just ask - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita @liesanddreams

Sheldon and Amy were going on their honeymoon tonight right before I got a call in our hotel. We weren’t planning to head back to Texas until next week since the girls seemed to enjoy the sites of the city. “Hello who is?”

“Y/n this is Sheldon Cooper. I am calling to ask for your assistance. I know that I have already asked you for one to get my brother to come here. But it would help me out.” Sheldon’s voice came through the phone.

Sitting down by the window looking out at the city inside our hotel room. Georgie was out getting some food for just me and him since Missy and Connie we’re watching the girls tonight for us. “Sheldon, if you’re asking for a favor you don’t have to worry about me saying no. We’re family. Whatever you need, just ask.”

“I am requesting that you and Georgie watch my apartment for me while Amy and I are away on our honeymoon. With a strict set of rules of how to look after it. I already have a contract in place.” He explained making me shake my head, chuckling even though he couldn’t see it.

The door to the hotel room opened with me seeing Georgie sit down with a bag of food from the Cheesecake Factory. We decided to just order a steak and fries to split together since we didn’t have to worry about feeding the girls. “Sure Sheldon. I’ll tell Georgie and we will be over in a few.”

“What were you talkin’ about with my little brother?” Hanging up the phone Georgie put the food on two separate plastic plates coming over to sit across from me by the window. He stabs the fork cutting part of his steak asking me.

Stabbing a piece of my steak I stuck some in my mouth tucking hair behind my ear. “He asked if we could house sit while they were away. Would you mind moving the girls there for the rest of the week?”

“I don’t mind at all. It’s my baby brother who might have a problem with them running around his place. But he’ll have to accept that.” He shrugged his shoulders with some food in his mouth reminding me of when he was kid and would do that at the dinner table. His mother and Sheldon would hate when he would do it.

Finishing off my steak I smiled seeing that he had finished his food too. We packed our bags and what the girls had left driving to the apartment building where the boys lived. Georgie and I made our way up the stairs with our suitcases before he knocked on his door. “Oh great you guys showed up. Come on in.” Amy answered the door with a grin moving out of the way.

“Yeah we did. Aurora and Evelyn are being babysat tonight. But they will be staying here with us later if that is alright.” I explained dropping my bag at my feet, closing the door behind me.

Amy took a drink from a glass sitting it down on the table nodding in our direction. “It’s fine. Sheldon, they are here.”

Footsteps walked out of the room carrying a notepad in his left arm and a pencil in his other hand. He sat down on the couch looking between Georgie and I. “I have drawn up a contract explaining the specific instructions that you need to follow while taking care of our apartment.”

“Alright you’re wish is our command I suppose.” Georgie sat down on one of the corner chairs. I sat down on the other end of the couch seeing Amy standing at the island table.

Sheldon nodded, flipping over a page. “According to the house sitting agreement. One, the temperature of the room can be adjusted but it must be set back before we come home. Two, little Eve and Rora are not allowed to mess with any of my stuff. Three, there is not supposed to be any quotis at all on my bed or on the couch.”

“Sheldon, I don’t think you have to worry about me and Georgie having sex while you’re gone. Considering I am carrying our new baby now.” Resting my hands on my stomach I eyed my husband.

Georgie hit the sides of the chair flashing me a smirk leaning forward towards me. “Awe don’t say that darlin’ I mean we did it a few times during Eve’s pregnancy.”

Sheldon sent him a glare flipping through some more pages. He hands me a pen and the notepad pointing to the lines that we needed to sign. “Just sign lines two and three on page five. Then on seven through ten. And finally sign your names here, both of you.” Georgie took the pen signing his name after mine.

“Okay Sheldon we have to go. Penny said she would drive us to the airport.” Amy sat her bag down by the door hugging me goodbye once I had gotten to my feet hugging her bye. We waved bye to the pair watching them leave where Georgie plopped down beside me on the couch.

He draped his arm over my shoulder where I laid my head on his chest sighing in relief. Lifting my head up after a few minutes of silence. His eyes met mine deeply. “Do you remember the night you sang me one of Luke Bryan’s songs. I know you think you aren’t as smart as Sheldon but you are. And you’ve got a good singing voice.”

“You want me to sing to you again, Y/n. Cause I don’t have a guitar now.” He asked me to move the hair behind my ear gently. He didn’t care much about singing but he knew it made me happy.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I leaned forward kissing him softly. He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me onto his lap. “Ya don’t need a guitar, Georgie. I’m a simple girl and you meet my needs. Plus I can sing with ya since I’m picking the song.” Digging through my suitcase I found my phone searching through the songs on my playlist picking one and showing him the lyrics.

“Don't have to leave this town to see the world. 'Cause it's something that I gotta do. I don't wanna look back in 30 years. And wonder who you're married to.” Georgie started off singing the Blake Shelton song Nobody But You.

Squeezing his hand intertwined with mine I started jumping in. “Wanna say it now, wanna make it clear. For only you and God to hear. When you love someone, they say you set 'em free. But that ain't gonna work for me.”

“I don't wanna live without you. I don't wanna even breathe. I don't wanna dream about you. Wanna wake up with you next to me. I don't wanna go down any other road now. I don't wanna love nobody but you. Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now. I don't wanna love nobody but you (You).” We both started singing together.

Georgie rose to his feet tugging me to stand with him intertwining our hands together. He twirled me underneath his arm making me giggle before I attempted to do the same even though he was taller than me. “All the wasted days, all the wasted nights. I blame it all on being young. Got no regrets, 'cause they got me here. But I don't wanna waste another one. I been thinkin' about what I want in my life. It begins and ends the same. If I had to choose what I couldn't lose. There'd only be one thing..”

Tugging him onto the couch twirling my wedding ring on my hand with him kissing me once more. He mumbled resting his forehead against mine, grinning back. “I don't wanna live without you. I don't wanna even breathe. I don't wanna dream about you. Wanna wake up with you next to me. I don't wanna go down any other road now. I don't wanna love nobody but you. Looking in your eyes now, if I had to die now. I don't wanna love nobody but you (You). I don't wanna love nobody but you (You).”

Georgie gently pushes me back onto the couch where my hands ended up in his hair drawing him into the kiss. “I don’t think Sheldon would know if we ended up making out on this couch. It’s not like he knows.” Pulling him back down I wrapped my arms around his neck passionately kissing him until my phone vibrated.

“Hello Sheldon.” I pressed the phone to my ear reading the caller ID.

He responded back simply. “Amy said that you can sleep on our bed instead of the floor. But the no quatis law is still a rule.”

Hanging up the phone I shake my head dragging Georgie into the bedroom where we both kicked our boots off. “You’re brother shouldn’t be mad at us sleeping in here. After all, the next baby might be able to outsmart him. I love you Mr. Texan.”

“I love you, Y/n. I’ll always love ya.” He whispered back moving his hands under my shirt kissing my growing belly.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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