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byechristopher · 6 months

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can you make a chris make up sex??? please

Make it up to me.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO SMUT, FLUFF.

Author's note: love me some good make-up sex – sorry I took so long to respond! Thank you for the request, dear. Hope you like this. Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: smut smut smut. Minors dni! Didn't proof-read!

"I feel a little neglected lately." my voice is timid but I let a little sigh of relief leave my lips.

I am not used to speaking about my emotions loudly like this, expressing them so freely, let alone in front of Chris. He is my boyfriend but I've always had trouble doing that – it's something I've been trying to fix for a while now.

"Neglected?" he has a tone in his voice that I don't appreciate and I am already regretting my decision to speak my mind, "I don't have time to fucking rest, what are you talking about?" he scoffs and leans back, one of his hands still grab the steering wheel and he sighs, fluffing his hair up with his free hand.

"Just forget it." I roll my eyes, leaning back against the car seat as well, glancing out the window, "forget I even said anything."

"Don't play that card now." I can feel his eyes on me but I refuse look at him.

"I'm not playing any cards. Would you rather have me not telling you anything? Because you know damn well I can do that." I shrug, finally looking at him.

"No, I don't want that. But you're being irrational." his eyebrows are raised and so are his shoulders.

"And you're being rational?" I narrow my eyes, almost like challenging him, "I understand that you are busy but when I tell you I fucking feel neglected, I'm expecting.. I don't know.. maybe a little bit of affection?" I cross my arms, "or is that not possible? To ask that from my relationship?"

"Stop being like this. You just have to understand me! I just don't have time!" he tries to defend himself but every time, he just says something that pisses me off even more.

"Well, that's your fucking problem, Chris. Because I'm working a lot too, you know? But I always make time for you, no matter how exhausted I am. And that's what relationships are about! Making constant sacrifices for each other." I try to explain as much as possible, "and I do understand you, I've been patient for a long time but now it's your turn."

"Well I never fucking complained about you being busy!" he knows he's just saying irrarional bullshit now.

"You never had to! Because I've actually got my shit together. You never had the chance to feel neglected." I stare into his eyes, "oh and also, what I just did, was not complaining. It's called 'expressing my goddamn feelings', something that you're terrible at, even more than me."

And with that, I get out of the car, quickly taking out the keys so I can open our apartment door. He makes me so angry sometimes – he is the best boyfriend in the world, but sometimes, he just doesn't get it.

Hours pass by and we haven't said a single word to each other; I refuse to speak to him, until he understands that he has to make sacrifices too. I can't always just chase him around, taking a step back just to avoid conflict.

A knock on the door of our bedroom is what wakes me up from my own thoughts, "can I come in?"

"Yes, you can."

Chris opens the door and takes a careful glance of me – I am just laying on the bed, under the covers, I am only in my underwear and a t-shirt just to be comfortable. He sighs and lifts the covers so that he can lay beside me, cupping my cheek so gently, his touch is careful and timid.

"I needed some time to think about what you said. And I wanted to apologise." he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, "you're right. You're working a lot too, but you always make time for me and I am very grateful for that."

I don't say anything, I notice that he's still thinking, just waiting for him to continue.

"I don't want to make any excuses but I felt very overwhelmed lately because of work, and I didn't want to admit it. I haven't been able to sit down and actually try to manage my schedule but I promise to work on it immediately." he smiles apologetically.

"Baby, I know you didn't do it on purpose." I sigh, "but when I tell you how I'm feeling, I need you to try to understand before getting defensive."

"I know and you are right. It was the part of me that didn't want to admit that I'm actually so busy, so tired and so awful at trying to fit everything in my schedule. This is why I got defensive. Next time I will be better, though." he says and I nod, leaning into his touch, rubbing my cheek against his palm.

"I know you will. We all do mistakes. Thank you for taking your time to think about it." I grin and he wraps an arm around my waist – I waste no time, I immediately press my body against his.

"Of course, baby. I needed to be sure before I come and find you." he sighs and hugs me tightly, sneaking his leg in between mine. I smile and lean in to place a kiss on his lips.

He keeps talking but I am too focused on his lips, or the leg between my legs, or the hands that hold my waist. I listen to what he says but I can feel my arousal burning me. My thighs squeeze his leg and my lips rub themselves against his – I stick my tongue out to lick his bottom lip and that's when he takes the hint.

"What are you doing there, hm?" he hums, his fingers gripping my sides a little harder now.

"I think you need to make it up to me, no? For making me wait all this time while you were thinking." I murmur, my lips going from his lips to his cheek, to his chin and then finally his neck.

He groans and pulls his sweatpants down, not wanting to lose any time either. He places his leg between mine again and I press my clothed pussy against his thigh, making him feel my wetness as I start to rub myself against him.

"I'll make it up to you as many times as you want." he bites down his bottom lip as he slowly takes my shirt off. He's only wearing his boxers and I'm wearing my panties, we're still under the covers.

He grips my waist and I start to fully grind on him, rocking my hips, moving them back and forth on his thigh, "Chris. I want you." I whisper and he smiles.

"I can feel it." he whispers and leans in to take my earlobe in his mouth, sucking on it, moaning into my ear as he sneaks a finger between his thigh and my pussy, rubbing it while still putting pressure with his leg.

I almost whine at how much wetter he made me in just one second, and I travel my hand down his body to grab his clothed dick, taking it out to wrap my fingers around it, rubbing up and down his shaft.

He moans and I can feel his body shaking a little bit – he leans in and takes my nipple in his mouth, groaning around it and biting it gently. I gasp and tug on his hair. He grabs his own cock and brings it closer to my pussy, rubbing the tip of it against my panties, making it even wetter.

"Mmm, Chris.." moaning, I wrap my arms around him, trying to rub myself against his cock as much as possible.

With his fingers, he pushes my panties to the side and starts rubbing the tip of his wet cock against my clit, making sure to run it over my entrance, collecting my juices and then rubbing them all over my clit again.

"Please fuck me already, I am ready for you." I whine, I want to scream how much I want him right now.

He moans at my words and completely takes my panties off. He grabs my leg and hooks his arm under my knee, keep my leg lifted as he teases my pussy. He finally pushes inside of me and I lose it – I couldn't believe I could get any more wet, but apparently I can.

"Shit, baby.. you're so wet and warm." he moans, burying his face into my neck to press kisses all over my skin. His thrusts are gentle and slow as he fucks into me with love, while bruising my skin with kisses at the same time.

I moan and cup his cheeks, making him look at me before attacking his lips with passionate kisses. He grabs the leg that he's been lifting up again, making me wrap it around his waist as he rolls over to his back, making me get on top of him while still being inside of me.

"Fuck.. yes.. like this.." I whisper in his ear – I am completely laying on top of him, my breasts pressed against his chest, my legs on either side of him, my face buried in his neck and my hands grabbing his hair.

I can hear him moaning my name as he starts picking up the pace, fucking me a little harder this time – his hands are on my buttcheeks, squeezing them and spreading them as he pushes his cock in and out.

"Hell.. I don't think I can last any longer, baby girl.." he curses under his breath and moans into my ear softly, heavy breathing, placing a soft kiss on it.

"I'm gonna cum.." I warn, too, my pussy clenching around him as I feel him lifting my body up and down – I am at his mercy, completely.

"Mhmm, cum on my dick." he whispers and I let out a loud moan, tugging on his hair again. My body is trembling as he gives my butt a little smack and that's all it takes for me to cum with a loud moan of his name.

He groans and starts thrusting into me with a much faster pace, his fingers digging into the skin of my ass as he finally cums inside of me with a loud moan as well. I can feel him filling me up and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

We sit there in silence for quite a while, "I love make-up sex." I mumble against his shoulder and he laughs.

"I love you." he whispers, he hasn't moved an inch, still inside of me.

"Good, I love you too. Let me stay like this for a while."

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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max, don't panic l Max Verstappen blurb

a/n: he'd absolutely stop his car bc 1) what's a couple of points for this man? he's going to gain them back while sleeping; 2) this man PROTECTS you cannot tell me otherwise.

also, pls if anyone knows how to turn this blog (sideblog) into the main? my main is full of Shawn Mendes fics and on a permanent hiatus so I'll take any advice pls. anyway... I tried my best bc for some reason driver!reader is not my fav trope? but anyway, hope you enjoy <3

genre: kinda dramatic? angst? idk. request is here.

warnings: car crash.

pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader.

max, don´t panic – max verstappen blurb

The private but not secret applied to you and your boyfriend perfectly. Even if you didn't walk around hand I hand in the paddock, you always arrived together, bright smiles, sometimes riding the same car or blinded SUV, even arriving on the same planes.

This wouldn't be exactly controversial, but giving the fact you both were Formula 1 drivers, Max for Red Bull and you for Ferrari, yeah, it was a big thing. Especially since you and another driver in Williams were the only girls, people's eyes were always on you, obviously laced with criticism, sexism and misogyny, and of course everyone was waiting and constantly asking about which driver was the most handsome, if something had happened between you or any of the male drivers.

It wasn't pretty.

So Charles Leclerc had to miss a triple header due to an injury which costed him a surgery, you were briefly promoted to the Scuderia from Haas. The only thing you or anyone in the garage heard during the last few days was why you, why not Ferrari's own reserve driver? why not a driver with more experience? of course the lacing question was, why not a male driver?

You didn't need the press and public to keep speculating as your last Sunday driving for Ferrari arrived, even if sports sites stated the only reason you were chosen was because of your "especial friendship" with Max Verstappen, because it didn't make any sense otherwise. Of course Max rolled his eyes every time he heard something about it, forcing to bit his tongue to tell someone to fuck off, the fact you had been dating for now nine months had absolutely nothing of your job and performance.

It wouldn't help your case very much, having to calm him down on your shared hotel room. Well, it wasn't exactly shared, you just left you room vacant and made it to Max's to spend the night, sleeping in his warm embrace and messy kisses, trying to not exhaust your bodies in order to not be overly tired during race day.

Now, Sunday. Oh boy.

Before pulling your helmet, you found Max's eyes across the garage, doing a small sign with your fingers which Max matched, a secret language reserved for the both of you, expressing your love and preoccupation in front of everyone who was oblivious to the love language displayed in plain sight.

Then the race started and it was ordinary; good weather, good pace. But during lap twenty something happened.

You didn't really register when an Aston Martin car made contact with your rear wing, making you lose control and also getting hit by a Mercedes on the left side, which sent you flying through the gravel.

Fuck.

Your eyes closed as you felt the car spinning, waiting to make contact with the wall, trying to relax your body and mind, knowing injuries would be even more serious after the impact if her body was limp enough. Then it happened, you stopped rolling, the sound of gravel and tires stopped; radio wasn't working, though it wouldn't really work since you couldn't find your voice.

Max was on other sector, Gianpiero telling him to expect a red flag. At the same time, his eyes fixed on the screen and noticed the unmistakable red car flying and crashing.

Max was a man prepared for anything on the race track. Seriously, you could throw anything at him and Max would remain calm and collected, his body and mind not having to even think before making a move.

But this... this he wasn't prepared for.

"Which Ferrari was that?" Max asked through the radio, voice masking a slight panic.

"I don't have that information, yet. I'll let you know, now focus on slowing down, please, red flag red flag,"

"Is the driver okay?" Max completely ignored the other instructions given to him.

"No word, Max. Please," GP was cut off.

"Please tell me who's Ferrari is it!"

"Sainz was on the pit, it's (Y/N)'s Ferrari. Max, you can't speed up,"

Max ignored him. Of course, he knew better than to get in the way of the safety car and medical cars rushing, also noticing a green figure trying to get closer to the car, also noting a Mercedes and Aston with damages.

"Max, come to the pit, please," GP had many many experiences dealing with Max, but this was new. "Max, you are not going to help, you will only obstruct and put the car and yourself in danger,"

Max was covered in chills, watching the wrecked Ferrari, trapped against the wall, no movement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is completely unheard of. This is by far the worst accident during this season, but Red bull's Max Verstappen drove his car towards the crash, ignoring the red flag and his engineer. We don't now what's going on, how is the driver, as you can see it's a mess," That's what the audience was hearing and watching.

Ignoring everything, Max prompted himself up, leaving the car and reaching the medical car, trying to get someone to connect him to the Ferrari radio, knowing her radio was probably dead.

Time stopped, and then he saw you being carried, barely conscious but giving a thumbs up, and he felt like he could collapse and cry and laugh, all at the same time.

"I'm riding with her," Max stepped inside the ambulance, knowing pictures were being captured and broadcasted of him kissing your temple and holding your hand.

#max verstappen blurb #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen au #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen #max verstappen angst #max verstappen x you #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 fanfic

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eirianerisdar · 6 days

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Top 20 Charlos Moments

Was talking to my twin @wafflesrisa about Charlos during Imola FP1 earlier and I decided to rank the most insane Charlos moments in order - ranked purely on moments that show just how much they're friends, not just teammates

This is just my own preference and it'll be different for everyone, but here a (non-exhaustive) list:

1. Bahrain 2024 crochet chili

"I want to gift this to you. From my fan to me, to you. So you will remember me for the rest of your life." "A chili!!" "For our post Teammate Era." "Ay we are only starting the season!" Carlos: "You will forget [the chili] there." Charles, softly: "No I won't." Also feat. nearly crying in the car afterwards

2. Miami 2024 Water flick

Carlos doesn't even look at the glass in the couple seconds before he flicks the water at Charles. He's looking at Charles and smiling. Charles gets a little overwhelmed with the affection and gets shy (bonus Ferrari team member being us looking at them)

3. Canada cotton ball lean

The cutest moment in this isn't Carlos telling Charles to admit that Carlos won. It's them both Zendaya laughing at each other when Charles gets caught cheating and Charles having this moment looking at the back of Carlos' head where he gets so overwhelmed with affection he collapses his whole weight into Carlos' side. Their caps bonk. It is cute.

4. Zandvoort 2022 headphone exchange -

Carlos, fixing Charles' headphones: "Put them properly eh? I know you very well." Lissie: "NO, YOU GUYS ARE VIBING TO DIFFERENT SONGS." Charles: "WE FOUND LOVE IN THE HOTTEST PLACE -" *C2 wheeze-laugh at each other and exchange headphones by placing them on each other's faces* Lissie: ...

5. Miami 2024 "I know you too well now"

Charles knowing he knew Carlos well enough to speak for him, and Carlos nodding silently in agreement. Then vice versa, Charles then having unshakable faith in Carlos' understanding of himself. Fist bumps. Fondness.

6. The kiss kiss saga: Charles' rayban kiss. 2023 Bracelet kiss kiss. 2023 music challenge kiss.

The first one especially gets me because it's a solid 5 seconds of Charles looking at Carlos, going FRIEND! MY FRIEND! and going *air kiss*

7. 2023 Abu Dhabi waist pinch and DTS Bahrain waist pinch

Waist pinches run in the Sainz family. Charles knows it's Carlos without needing to look by the time Abu Dhabi rolls around

8. 🎵Just the two of us🎵

Do I even need to say anything

9. Bahrain 2022 1-2 podium hug and butt pat

I can't find the video but Charles stepped up to the top step and instantly was like I HAVE TO HUG MY TEAMMATE I AM TOO HAPPY NOT TO HUG MY TEAMMATE AND SHARE THIS WITH HIM

10. Cookie decorating

So much happens in this video. The complete lack of personal space. The comfy sofa. The vocal stims. Twinning. Carlos sings "Dancing in the Moonlight," and Charles whistles it a bit later. Icing to the cheek. Teasing.

11. Zandvoort 2023 catch up

Charles forgetting they did spend the last bit of summer break further away from each other because they spent so much of the first part of summer break not far from each other. Also again. Carlos loves his personal space, Charles also loves Carlos' personal space

12. Carlos: "I'm not going to be here." Charles: *flinches*

13. TELL CHARLES TO COME CLOSE TO ME AND WE CELEBRATE THIS ONE TOGETHER/helmet pats/gentlest hug in parc ferme /podium champagne

I can't find the video of the hug but it's so gentle and Carlos leans his cheek into Charles' and I die

14. Love Honey Sweetie Baby Darling

They just pick up pet names and exchange them like lego

15. OG music challenge squishes/holding hands in OG quiz with wrenches

16. Abu Dhabi 2022 end of season message

Charles was plainly trying to smile for the camera but rightly upset with not having the championship year he wanted, but his smile turned genuine when Carlos hugged him and said Charles at least deserved P2 in Abu Dhabi for the great year he had driving incredibly well

17. Mexico separation anxiety Charles (Edit: posted initially with wrong link, updated now)

18. Zandvoort 2023 fond eye rolls

19. Carlos' 2022 birthday

They're insufferable. Charles' whinging is cute too

20. Carlos looking somft when imagining racing Le Mans with Charles

"With Charles," he says, while his press officer smirks

Feel free to add to this I just went down a wormhole of Charlos feels

#It's 1:50 AM have to sleep for work tomorrow but I just HAD to make this #this is basically a lexicon of all the times they were like I AM VERY AFFECTIONATE FOR MY FRIEND #f1 #charlos #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #my post #charlos lore

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as-is-above-so-below · 1 year

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Part 6: Darling

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes call sign: Freyja warning: implied sexual content, MDNI Note: PART 6 HAS ARRIVED! Thank you for all of your support! A special thank you to @lethalchiralium and @peachesofteal for workshopping with me, per usual, and being my beta! Enjoy and blessed be! (p.s. ghost drinking an orange sodie lol) << Previous | Next >>

Simon could hear his daughter’s screams as he came up the walkway to their front door, duffel slung over his shoulder. He had returned from a month-long deployment an hour ago and only allowed himself enough time to debrief and return his weapons once on base before hopping in his car and heading home.

He entered the house, still in full gear (mask and all), to find his heavily pregnant wife pacing the living room, their crying daughter in her arms. Her eyes and cheeks were red when she turned to the door, sobbing in relief at the sight of him.

“Oh, sweetheart. What’s going on?” he asked, dropping his bag by the door and going to her.

“She has a-a cold.”

“I can see that.” He wiped at the snot and drool on Joanie’s lip with his glove. “Where’s Roach?”

“He went to pick König up. You didn’t see him?”

“No. Must’ve just missed ‘im.” When Price handed out assignments for their most recent deployment, Roach had offered (more like decided) to stay with Freyja for the duration of his absence. With König also deployed, it made sense for him to help her with the baby and housekeeping while Simon was gone. Better than staying on base – alone – for a month. Knowing someone was in the house with his family made him feel better about leaving for such an extended period, especially with his track record. The last time he had left the country, leaving his pregnant spouse behind…

Simon rubbed his daughter’s back, his heartstrings tugging at the thought of her being in pain. “Give ’er here, I’ll take a turn.”

“Si, no, you must be exhausted-”

“I am exhausted, which means I’m in no mood to argue. Go to bed, love, please.”

His pleading didn’t seem to affect her as she went back to doing laps around the couch. “The doctor said there’s nothing we can do. It just has to pass. I’ve tried everything. Chest salve, shower steam, saline – nothing’s working. Every-Every time we put her down or sit down, the screaming just gets worse. Can’t stop…moving, and your son is kicking the shit out of me-”

This was ironic, considering how Joan only kicked when Simon or one of their friends spoke or touched her belly. Now, their son only ever kicked for her.

“Freyja.”

She stopped her rambling and found he had stepped into her path; he firmly held her biceps and dragged his hands up and down. Freyja sniffled as another tear slipped down her cheek. No singular word could describe how she felt (and probably looked). Drained, fatigued, beaten, dog-tired; none quite did the trick.

“You look like shit. You need to get some rest.”

“No, Simon, please just go to…bed.”

Soon as Ghost took Joan and returned to massaging her spine, her wails simmered to quiet whimpers as she cuddled into him. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, little fingers hanging from the collar of his shirt to the top of his vest. Their baby was getting big, her senseless baby talk beginning to lean more toward coherent vocabulary. When Joanie cried a soft “Dada” against his neck, Freyja started to sob harder, the heels of her palms dug into her eyes.

Shit. “What’s wrong? She stopped screaming bloody murder. That’s a good thing.”

“I’ve been trying to calm her down for hours! You come home, and after five minutes, you’ve fixed it. She hates me! She fucking hates me!”

“Frey, look at me.” He stopped comforting Joan for a moment to tilt his wife’s chin up, forcing her to listen to him. When she did, he took his hand back. “Babies see their mothers as an extension of themselves. She knows your heartbeat and breathing sounds; she gets food from you…”

“Who told you that?”

“…I read about it.”

Freyja softened, tears no longer flowing freely. “You read parenting books?”

“Of course I do. I want to be the best for them and you.” He pulled her into his chest with one arm, his covered lips pressing into her hair. “You are her mother. I could never take your place. You’re her home. But I’ve been gone for a month, and I’ve never been away from her this long. There’s something to be said about missing her dad and wanting some comfort.”

When Simon brushed her tears away, she turned to kiss his palm, then rested her cheek there. Freyja didn’t know how, but her husband sure had a way with words, always knowing how to make her feel better.

“Better?”

“Mhm,” she hummed and, before she could reach to pull his mask up, Joanie whined in frustration, kicking her legs impatiently, about to start up again. Simon chuckled and let his wife go, his heavy boots thunking against the hard floor as he began what would be a long night of getting his steps in.

“Good. Now do as Daddy tells you and go to bed. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Coming up on the end of her pregnancy, the ‘waddling’ stage was in full swing. If Freyja thought she was big just before Joan was born, she was almost certainly a whale now, and she was losing energy much faster than before. This time around, though, they were sure to schedule a c-section for the week before her due date. The OB didn’t put up much of an argument with her medical history and Joan’s early arrival.

Her phone pinged again as she rounded the corner toward her husband’s office.

And again.

Joan’s irritable whines became more evident as she closed in on her destination. “Si, I can only move so fast.”

“Oh, thank god.” Ghost detached Joan’s iron grip from his mask while she was distracted. She continued to kick her little legs against him, trying to get away. “She’s antsy. I can’t get her down for shit. She’s sick of me.”

He wheeled his chair around the desk and tugged her missing sock back on (to her protest) until he reached the other side and placed her feet on the floor. “See? Mum’s here. Go see her,” he cooed, her tiny hands gripping his thumbs for support.

“Dad Ghost” as she had lovingly coined Simon in his work attire, was a walking contradiction. An arguably massive man, a masked mystery to majority of the population on base, snapping otherwise cocky and egotistical soldiers back in line. Still, no one dared to laugh as he screamed at them for poor technique or a lackluster performance with a blonde baby on his hip or strapped to his back. It never failed to make her want to giggle, hearing such a soft, gentle tone from the big scary skull plate affixed to his balaclava.

Freyja was halfway across the room when he stood their daughter between his comically large boots. “She won’t go that far,” she admonished. “If you give her too big of a task, she’s not going to even try-”

As if sensing her mother’s doubt, Joan took a steady step forward, still holding Simon’s hands in deep concentration. Then another, and another –

Until he couldn’t stretch forward anymore, and she let go, hobbling towards Freyja until she stumbled at her feet, letting out a soft baby grunt.

They both stared at each other in silence, eyes wide and mouths agape in shock. Neither spoke for a good minute, until Joanie pulled herself up again by Freyja’s cargo pants, babbling, “Mum mum mum mummm”, gnawing at the thick material and looking up with big, brown eyes.

“Did she just…?”

“I told you, she’s bloody brilliant.” Simon shot up to scoop the baby and place her in his wife’s waiting arms.

“My big, smart girl! I can’t believe it!” She squealed and giggled as Freyja peppered her face in fat, wet kisses and gently shook her. Ghost joined in, playfully nibbling at the rolls on the other side through the black material covering his face. Joanie smacked them both away, screaming with joy. Amongst all the commotion, Price stopped in the doorway on his way to their brief (which they were about to be late for).

“What’s going on here?” he asked, fists on his hips in faux anger. “I thought we had an understanding! No fun at work without Granddad.”

“We officially have a walker on our hands!”

Price gasped and crossed the room in an instant. “And I missed it?!” He shoved the stack of mission folders at the lieutenant and stole his granddaughter from her mother, hiking her high up on his waist. “You walked without me? I’m offended, little miss, but I’ll settle for a victory lap.”

He plucked his green bucket hat off the top of his head and dropped it onto hers, earning a high-pitched shriek of delight when it covered her face. “Let’s roll, everybody. We’ve got a meeting to get to,” he commanded before marching down the hall. “Oi, lads! She walked!”

A chorus of cheers broke out in the distance, followed by a wall-shaking group chant, “Joanie! Joanie! Joanie!”

Freyja just stood there, pouting, arms crossed atop her belly. “Just once, I’d like to celebrate our baby’s milestones in peace.”

“You know that’s not possible, love.” Ghost chuckled next to her, offering a single pat to her ass as they headed to the briefing. While neither of them would be going, it was their job to know what was going on during their impending absence. The ruckus started to die down when the couple sat, and the others followed suit. Soap placed a mug of peppermint tea in front of her, which she thanked him for, and Laswell, Gaz, and Soap filed around the table.

“Kӧnig and Roach should be here shortly,” Price said, bouncing Joan on his lap as Ghost passed out manila folders.

Gaz checked his watch with a furrowed brow. “It’s five past. Maybe they forgot?”

“Just give them a few minutes. I’m sure they’ll be here.”

“His office was closed, so he’s definitely in there. I can go grab ‘im. It’s no trouble,” he offered, the metal legs of his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up.

“Be my guest, Sergeant,” Freyja hummed, making eye contact with John as she sipped her tea, hiding her mischievous grin behind the cup. She waited for an appropriate amount of time, about how long it would take to take ten paces up the hall before she held up five fingers.

“You’re a demon.”

“Five, four, three, two…”

“Verdammt nochmal!”

There’s a loud bang, eerily similar to the sound of a six-foot-six body slamming into the floor. Boots thunder against the ground until Gaz appears in the doorway again, eyes wide and blushing like a madman.

“Genau deshalb habe ich das Militär verlassen, keiner von euch hat den Anstand, verdammt noch mal anzuklopfen!”

“Didn’t knock, did you.”

“Nope.”

“How bad?”

König stomped into the meeting, red as a tomato as he jerked his long, tangled (read: freshly fucked) hair into a knot at the base of his neck before slipping his hood on. Roach walked in behind him, grinning like an absolute idiot (read: clearly the one doing the fucking), albeit a bit flush, and his clothes untucked and wrinkled as he plopped beside John.

“At least I didn’t get knifed this time.”

“Der Tag ist noch jung, Unteroffizier.”

“I don’t know what that means, but it sounded like a threat.”

“It was,” Freyja sang, her body shaking as she attempted to withhold laughter.

By the time Price had finished divulging the details of the op scheduled for the end of the month (which was also around the time of her c-section, which left Freyja and those deploying disappointed), Joanie had escaped his hold to crawl across the table and landed in her mother’s lap. She sat back against Frey’s round belly, happily gnawing on a teething ring while the captain combed her fingers through her soft, blonde curls.

John cleared his throat and leaned back, tipping the chair on its back legs. “So…In a shocking turn of events, Roach is the top–”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY, CAPTAIN?!” Soap screeched after choking on his coffee, leaving a stain on his shirt as it dripped from his nose.

“Oh, mein Gott…”

“I don’t know. What did I say, Sergeant?”

Across the table, Roach held his lips between his teeth as he wheezed, quickly signing, “Only for my king.”

“PLEASE PLÖTZE! Stop talking!” König, finally deciding he’d had enough, shot up from his seat and practically sprinted out of the room, almost bonking his head on the door frame on his way out. A moment later, he stormed back in and snagged his forgotten file awaiting him in Roach’s outstretched hand before turning back out.

Biting his lip, Soap muttered, “Interesting…” to himself, eyeing the Austrian’s retreating form before flicking back over to Roach. The Brit was already looking at him, probably having heard him being sat next to him. He winked with a devilish smirk, and practically purred, “S’alright, happens tae th' best o' us.”

A few days shy of their next mission, and the birth of the newest Riley, the gang gathered around their living room for one last game night before Roach, König, Soap, and John departed for another mission. Roach and König were less than pleased to be missing the birth of their godson, but it couldn’t be helped.

Kyle placed a red eight down on the stack of cards, ending his turn. “C’mon, mate, what’s the wildest thing you’ve done on a mission?” he prodded, raising a brow in Simon’s direction. “You know all our stories. It’s only fair.”

The two shared a knowing look, and Freyja giggled once before Kyle interrupted, “Besides that, you heathens.”

Simon pressed against the kitchen chair he had dragged in for himself, seriously considering what he would consider the most outlandish activity he had partaken in outside of combat. Particularly, that didn’t involve screwing his wife in places they shouldn’t, like public places, sniper lookouts, cars, or supply closets…

Before he could drift too far, he caught the saucy side-eye his wife was throwing him from her deep armchair.

“No.”

Soap peeked up from his hand with a quirked brow. “Does Ghostie have an embarrassing secret? Now we have to know!”

“It’s not a secret, and I’m not embarrassed by it just because I don’t flaunt it around,” he said, shot back the rest of his whiskey, and replaced his mask. Simon didn’t always wear it with their friends; he just so happened to feel inclined to it that night. There was no rhyme or reason as to when he needed the comfort; the urge just came and went as it pleased.

He tried his best to sound completely disinterested, hoping the discussion would blow over as he threw down his card. “Blue.”

Unfortunately, his plan did not work, and all interest in their game of Uno was lost. Kyle threw his hand down on the table, completely giddy. “WHAT IS IT?! TELL US!”

Simon groaned, throwing his cards at his wife, who simply laughed. “See, look what you did.” He sighed and begrudgingly unhooked his mask from behind his ears, tossing that at her too. After a beat, he let his tongue loll out, revealing a silver ball.

Several (if not all) of their jaws dropped, save for Freyja’s, who was utterly thrilled that this was happening.

Johnny was the first to speak. “Is…that…” he stuttered, staring unabashedly in disbelief.

He snapped his mouth shut again once everyone had had a decent look. “Alright, can we move on please–”

The Scot pounced across the space, clearing the coffee table as he knocked Simon out of his chair, taking them both down into a heap on the floor. They wrestled as he tried to dig his fingers into Ghost’s mouth and pry it open again. “LEMME SEE!”

“JOHNNY!” Simon roared, bucking and thrashing his hips in attempt to get the man off, but he quickly scooted up until he sat firmly on his chest, knees pinning his shoulders as he yanked the piercing back out.

“Awe, so that’s why you’re always fuckin’ like horny teenagers! Oh, ah bet that feels good on your cu-”

“SHUT UP, SOAP!” “THAT’LL DO!”

Freyja whipped her slipper at Johnny’s head, which he swiftly dodged. Meanwhile, Gaz was face down on the floor, having a fit and struggling to breathe. Price looked like he would actually rather die than endure another moment of the scene unfolding at his feet. Kӧnig was carefully weaving between people and furniture to remove Soap before he got hurt, and Roach stayed in his spot, mouth open in silent laughter.

Thank God Joanie was a heavy sleeper.

“Are you gonnae sit there ‘n tell meh that a’m wrong? A husband should always eat arse!”

“JOHNNY, OH MY FUCKING GOD!”

Kyle finally caught his breath and cut back in, “But does it WORK?!”

Everybody froze, including Kӧnig, whose hands looped under Johnny’s armpits, about to extract him. From underneath him, Simon glared up at his wife (who started this whole fucking mess). “Freyja–”

But Freyja, being the brat she is and loving the chaos, “…It works.”

Simon covered his face with both of his now freed hands, so utterly sick of her shit as the sergeant shook his shoulders, he and Gaz both screaming like madmen. Kӧnig still hovered over them, ready to remove Johnny if Simon called for it, his red hair up in a neat top knot at the crown of his head. A few strands hung loosely by his ears and at the peak of his forehead, framing his pale skin.

“AAAAAYYYYYY, SO YOU DO GIVE GOOD HEAD!”

He removed his shield at that, looking up at Johnny with a confused expression. “Who said I don’t give good head?”

Price flinched with a crinkled nose and grabbed his hat from the back of the couch. “That’s my cue.”

“Scary guys either have monster cock or scary good head,” Kyle stated as if it were pure fact.

“But he has both.”

“I can’t fucking take this.” Simon finally shoved at Johnny and the Austrian lifted him with ease, standing the Scot back on his feet.

Soap dusted off his pants. “Damn, you’ll have’ta get one’a those, Köni,” he teased and turned to face the giant, looking up at him with a boyish grin.

König’s skin, ever the shy one, immediately painted itself a rosy hue, unable to be hidden by any hood or mask. Even Roach was taken by his brashness and turned a little pink himself, choosing to sip his drink. König was, unfortunately, frozen in place, wide eyes staring down at Johnny’s proud face.

Three seconds pass.

Then two more.

Then three again.

“OH MY GOD, THAT WAS THEM?! The threesome you told me about a few weeks ago, was them?”

With nowhere else to go, König collapsed onto the couch and pulled the neck of his sweater over his face. “Verdammter Himmel, Johnny…” If he could crawl into a hole and die, he would.

“What can ah say? M’services are world-class.”

“Can confirm,” Roach added, having put his glass down so he could use both hands to talk.

Johnny raised a brow and dragged his eyes from Roach’s shoes, slowly up his shins, then his thighs and chest before settling on the challenging smirk on his freckled face. “‘S that so?” he asked, stepping into the space between Roach’s knees and the table.

Roach simply nodded, looking up at his boyfriend through hooded lashes, resembling a lovesick puppy with shocking accuracy. He knew exactly what he was doing, too, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth. Roach was a…talented flirt, to say the least.

His glass was carefully removed from his hand and placed on a coaster. Without a second thought, Soap wrapped his fingers around Roach’s wrist, dragged it behind his neck, and tossed the man over his shoulder. Gaz gaped, completely dumbfounded into silence – flabbergasted, if you will. He paused in the entryway, looking over his opposite shoulder.

“You comin’, Kö?”

König, still tucked away in the corner of the couch, peeked out from the cocoon he had created with his sweater. Even his forehead was tinged red, still. He openly stared for a bit before mustering up enough courage to rise again, and in an impossibly meek voice for such a large man, replied, “...Yes, sir,” and loosely tangled their fingers together.

Kyle threw his hands up then dropped them onto his head, dragging his cap back a bit. “WHAT IS GOING ON?!”

Freyja offered a sympathetic pat, her bottom lip jutted out. Poor Simon, who had returned to his seat, covered his mouth with one palm as he tried to contain his chuckles. He pulled his mask back on after retrieving it from the floor.

“Don’t worry, Gaz,” she said and poked his cheek. “We’ll find you a nice girl.”

“I GET AROUND FINE!” He swatted her hand away, glowering at her. “You’re all just a bunch of slags!”

He jumped up, abandoning his beer and putting his hat back in place. “Where’s my niece? I need to restore my innocence,” he grumbled, trudging upstairs.

“Simon, did he just call us sluts?”

“Yes, darling.”

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My choice - Liam Lawson x BrazilianOlympicSkateBoarding! Reader

Plot: While Liam’s fixing his cars you are always found at the skatepark with your best friend Keegan, people online start to assume there’s a little more to that friendship than friends …

Credit to princemick for the GIF

It was a normal Friday, and you were in Australia with Keegan. Liam was at the track for the Australian Grand Prix watching FP1 and you and Keegan had been invited by Quadrant.

You’d met through both winning Gold in 2021 at the Tokyo Olympics and had been friends ever since. When Keegan got the offer of Quadrant he said he’d only accept if they made you part of it too.

Lando and Max had in fact met you before Keegan asked for you to be part of the Quadrant Athletes having been to many F1 races with your boyfriend Liam since 2022.

You weren’t at the GP yet because you and Keegan were shooting stuff for Quadrant with Max and Ria. You and Keegan were always goofing around trying to be better than the other one or just making fun of one another.

Your relationship with Keegan was so pure. He was one of those people that you only met once in that lifeline and you hoped to meet again in another.

You knew Keegan before Liam, so naturally you guys had more inside jokes, more banter. Whereas your relationship with Liam was everything you looked for in a partner.

He took care of you, always made sure to know your worth, and eventually (when you agreed to come to races with him) showed you the world.

But some people saw you and Keegs and thought there was more to it than just friends. And it annoyed Liam more than anything.

Of course Liam didn’t care that you were friends with Keegan and he’d never ever try to come between that friendship because he wasn’t the first one there, Keegan was. But it irked him just how hard the media shipped you too.

It got to the point where he was hard-launching your relationship once a week, again and again even though it was out there that you were a couple and had been since 2022.

“Are we finally done! I need a shower now!” You complain having built up a sweat from all the fun things you’d filmed.

“Yea, all wrapped up!” Max smiles and you pull Keegan into an exhausted hug thankful that this part of the day was over. You really just wanted to go to the track now and be with Liam.

Little did you all know but Ria filmed the hug, posting it on her story and Quadrants story to let people know that you were completely done filming with the day.

“Thank god!” You groan, trotting off to the rental car Max had and jumping in the back. Keegan in tow behind you taking the seat next to you.

“So who wants to put money in a Max Verstappen win?” You ask on the drive back.

“Nah im putting money on my boy Lando!” Keegan smiles.

“I’m being realistic and I’ll join in an say Max. But Lan to get a podium!” Max chuckles from the drivers seat.

“Mmm yeah I’m gonna also put money on Max, but Ferrari are looking good” Ria expresses and you nod, knowing people were in fact slowly but surely catching up with Red Bull.

“Oh Max! Is P gonna be there! I haven’t seen her for ages!” You complain wanting to see his girlfriend.

“Yeah she’s at the hotel now, she had a bit of a headache this morning so she didn’t come!” He says looking at you through the rear view mirror to see you pout!

You guys venture back to the hotel, getting ready before all walking to the race track having a close hotel.

“Baby!” You cry running away from the group seeing Liam say outside the RB hospitality with Daniel and Yuki.

“Hey Y/N” he says his tone a little off.

“What’s the matter?” You ask frowning and pouting at him. He never acted like this.

“Nothing” he smiles and you look at Yuki and Daniel who are doing everything to avoid eye contact with you.

“Liam…” you say and he squirms a little bit because you never used his name at all. Even if it was a silly stupid nickname like Li, or Iams (like the cat food brand) to the usual pet names.

Daniel and Yuki slowly left not wanting to be around for the growing tension they could sense.

“What is going on? I’m sorry I wasn’t here this morning if that’s why your pissy but you knew I was filming with Keegan and Max!” you exclaim thinking it must be that you hadn’t been there when he first woke up.

“Mmmm you and Keegan have fun?” He asks forcing your best friends name out with an almost grit.

“I mean - yeah? No more than we usually do…” you offer looking at him.

“Why do you care so much about Keegan today. You never normally have an issue!” You ask with all seriousness, normally you’d laugh.

Liam gets out his phone with a groan showing you the video circling of your and Keegan from Quadrants post on Twitter, so many of the comments were shipping you guys.

“Baby … you know Keegan is my best friend … and there always coming up with new weird shit! You know there’s even fanfics of us now?” You laugh but he doesn’t seem amused.

“Are you being for fucking real right now Liam! It’s the media … they spin anything they fucking can. Do you not feel secure in this relationship? Do you not trust me?” You ask a disappointed look on your face. You genuinely couldn’t believe him right now.

“Honey, what? Of course I trust you! But it just hurts seeing that people think you’d be better off with some other guy than me” he huffs out.

“Liam, look at me!” You say holding his face in both your hands forcing him to look at you.

“I chose you, all those years ago and I’m choosing you today and I’ll choose you tomorrow! You Liam Lawson are the love of my life! And I won’t have you being a mopey little baby over the media and Keegan!” You say before pulling him into a kiss, you can feel him smiling into it making you pull back and look at the new and dare you ay improved expression on his face.

“I love you” he admits holding you tightly in a hug.

“I love you too, my jealous driver” you grin teasingly making him shake his head.

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y/user: Skateboarding with Bestie and Fast Cars with the LOML is my lifestyle 🇧🇷

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fan1: her and keegan are cuties … look at that date on their boards 😻

-> fan2: shes dating Liam not Keegan 😦

liamlawson30: baby why’d you put Kitty Purry on the board?

-> y/user: coz she’s a CaliforniaGurl 😝🌸

-> liamlawson30: of course she is … you’re weird!

-> y/user: but you love me! ❤️

fan3: Y/N living her best life fr. Imagine having all her friends.

keeganpalmer: it’s always fun hanging with you, my bestie 🏎️🛹

-> y/user: love you bestie 🧡🦖

quadrant:🔥 post Y/N!

landonorris: you best be in Australia little miss!

-> y/user: Keegs an i will be there! In merch DW!

-> liamlawson30: erm I didn’t agree to this … RB merch only …

-> y/user: I’ll sneak in with it Lando!

maxfewtrell: Quadrant Athletes have brought us the best duos!

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Keegs and I living it up at the Aussie Grand Prix 🏎️🦘🇦🇺 Thank you for the invite @ quadrant / @ landonorris

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ghost-proofbaby · 10 months

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FIRST IMPRESSIONS (a barista!eddie x barista!reader au)

summary: eddie faces the perils of being a coffee shop opener, and meets you. you, who's so damn optimistic it should be annoying. you, who makes the job that has given him trouble seem like a cake walk. you, who seemingly bleeds sunshine. god, he should really hate you.

warnings: TWO uses of "y/n", fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns), PHYSICAL descriptors used for reader (she has a nose ring and a septum piercing! that's all), eddie is just a bitter and grumpy idiot.

wc: 5.2k

a/n: i apologize in advance for all the technical 'barista' talk in reference to positions. i tried to elaborate on a few of them, haha. also... yes. i gave reader two nose piercings. it's definitely not even more self-projection psh. (because i have three)

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Eddie Munson is not a morning person.

So, why, for the life of him, he ended up as an opener, he couldn’t tell you.

It had been a snowball effect. He got tired of working odd jobs here and there to produce enough cash to slip Wayne for bills, decided the quick change made off of fixing up neighbors’ cars or mowing lawns just wasn’t cutting it for his desired spending habits. He was tired of being so restricted by his misfortune; he was tired of watching Wayne pull long shifts only to continue living paycheck to paycheck. He was tired of his friends like Harrington and Buckley having money from their part time gig at the movie store to freely agree to impromptu late nights at Benny’s or seeing the latest slasher films in the theater as they premiered while he had to deliberate over counting change to see if he even had the funds to join in. He was tired of eyeing that guitar in the mall and constantly telling himself one day.

Eddie Munson had been tired. But now, as he forced himself awake most mornings before the sun even rose, he was exhausted.

Originally, he’d wanted to be a closer. He didn’t mind being the clean up crew, having to spend late nights in a coffee shop sweeping up grounds and scrubbing away the stickiness of the day. But then the hiring manager that interviewed him had hinted towards the fact that their store already had enough closers when he’d spotted Eddie’s availability, made a few off comments about how what they really needed was a couple brave souls to take over opening shift, and that tiresome cycle rang in Eddie’s ears. Before he even had the chance to think it through, in his desperation, he’d insisted that oh, actually, my availability is completely open. I don’t mind working earlier than that.

What bullshit. Eddie definitely minded working earlier than that. He more than minded it — he loathed it.

Long story short, it had been a series of unfortunate events that led Eddie to where he was now. In his van, fifteen minutes early, staring out at a parking lot bathed in the lingering night as he fought to keep his eyes open.

The clock on his dash read 4:46 in a taunting blink, flickering against his bleary eyesight and making him question every decision in his life that had led him here. Adjusting to the new job had been easy enough — his trainer was nice enough, learning how to make drinks and what routines were required in the morning had been meticulous but rewarding — except for the time. It wasn’t just his start time that tortured him vehemently; shifts seem to pass miserably slow, the seconds dragging their feet in no hurry to get anywhere in particular. The clock didn’t care if Eddie yearned for his bed and a few extra hours of sleep gifted by a nap. Traffic didn’t either, when he’d hit the highways and catch just the beginnings or the tail end of the morning rush.

You’d think he’d complain more about the commute. But the gas spent on the twenty minute drive to the town over was the least of his concerns.

“Fuckin’ John,” Eddie mutters when a large truck pulls up to the drive thru, a notable regular he’d begun to recognize after not even a month of working there. They had just recently changed their opening time (they used to open an hour earlier, his manager had informed him. Eddie had nearly burst into grateful tears that he’d never experienced that crime of humanity.)

None of his coworkers had arrived yet. Most lived closer, able to garner extra snoozes on their alarms and shorter drives of contemplation. Eddie only ever envied them on mornings like today.

“We don’t open for, like, another forty minutes, asshole,” Eddie curses out loud to himself, counting down the time until John gives up and drives away. The man would just circle the store like a vulture anyways. He always did; he always had to be the first customer, grabbing his ridiculous coffee order before scurrying off to play cards at the casino, “How do you come here every fuckin’ day and not know that?”

It took the older man a full four minutes before he finally roughly shifted his truck back into drive, being the farthest thing from gentle as he hit his gas and jerked his vehicle out of the drive thru line. Eddie couldn’t see him clearly through the stubborn darkness, but he could easily imagine that look of irritation at not receiving the caramel frappucino with a quad shot that he seemed to feel entitled to.

God, that man was a dick.

Eddie nearly misses another coworker pulling up to park beside him during the spectacle.

By this point, he’s learned what cars all his coworkers drive.

Carmen, the fellow barista who had trained him but he now rarely worked with due to her availability being a bit later in the day, drove a bright red 2012 Kia Soul that had certainly seen better days. Nicole, one of the shift leads he worked with often during his opens, drove a small and silver Nissan Versa. The year is lost on him, but he’s willing to bet it was a few years old at this point. James, another shift lead who went by Jamie and never had much to say, drove a Volkswagen that looked to be straight out of the 70s. And that was just the beginning, the ones he could think of off the top of his head while he was still waking up inside his van.

The car parked beside him wasn’t any of these. He didn’t recognize it at first glance, and found himself doing a double take as his face scrunched up.

A Jeep. A two-door Jeep Wrangler with vibrant, chipped yellow paint now sat idle beside him.

Who the fuck drove a yellow Jeep?

He can’t even bother to be annoyed or fatigued anymore with the mystery presently before him. He can’t see through the tint of the windows, can’t make out the silhouette of who it was. He was well aware that he hadn’t been acquainted with all of his coworkers quite yet – there was a plethora of baristas in the store he’d only heard spoken of in passing rather than properly meeting – but it had seemed like the people who opened always came from the same rotation of sorry suckers.

Nicole’s car pulls up. So whoever drove the Jeep was not one of the shift leads.

Five minutes to 5:00 AM, Nicole’s car door opens first and Eddie can hear the Jeep’s engine kill. He’s quick to fumble with his own keys, pulling them from the ignition in a haste and throwing a hand out to blindly grab his apron from his passenger seat.

A deep shade of green. Everyone had one or two of them laying around, and they were the root of the nickname for all new hires: green beans. He had just finally gotten the one embroidered with his name a little over a week ago, and his manager had apologized profusely as she swore it usually didn’t take that long.

Eddie really didn’t care. The moment he started wearing the apron with his name on it, customers had taken to randomly addressing him by it, and it made him fucking uncomfortable.

“Rise and shine, campers!” Nicole’s voice echoes through the parking lot the moment all three openers are out of their cars.

Eddie doesn’t answer at first (which isn’t unusual; Nicole was used to his ever-present sleep-deprivation induced silence). He’s too busy nearly tripping over himself as his eyes stay glued on that Jeep, on the door that swings wide open roughly from two parking spaces away as he waits with bated breath.

Would this new coworker he was about to meet even like him?

“God, Nicky,” a new voice groans – a girl’s voice.

Ah, fuck.

Eddie had noticed the mysterious phenomenon of the way everyone who worked here seemed to be attractive to some extent. Nice on the eyes, always smiling and always flirting in a friendly manner to garner more tips. He’d had plenty of bisexual panics in the bathroom anytime one of his coworkers extended that friendly flirtation his way. All the fellow guys (as few as there were) and all the confident girls he’d been in the trenches with – it didn’t matter, they all affected him.

Hawkins didn’t have nearly as many pretty people. Eddie sort of felt cheated for having lived a mere twenty minutes from a goldmine of such people for so long, completely unaware. But he also felt sort of relieved, knowing that if he were still a teenager barely scraping by in high school, this coffee shop would have been his downfall with awkward stumbles and feelings caught from all those faux smiles and joking winks that his now coworkers laid on heavy with their regulars.

With this in mind, he doesn’t know why he wasn’t prepared for when you stepped out of the Jeep. Slamming the door shut behind you, your arms were full with an apron that was definitely not green, along with an oversized water bottle and what he thinks is either a cardigan or jacket. A tote bag slung over your shoulder looked to be stuffed full as well. You were a walking cliche for the type of person that people would expect to work at a coffee shop. The type of person that embodied all those jokes of if an alternative person isn’t making my coffee, it’s not going to taste good.

Eddie should know; he’d been the butt of many of those style of jokes given that he also fit into that category. With his long hair, with his sparse tattoos, with his new nose ring – he knew he was as much of a cliche as you were.

Didn’t stop him from staring at you, suddenly wide awake.

“Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?” Nicole jokes as she rounds the front of your Jeep, stopping and looking between you and Eddie before she says to you, “You’d think after a month’s vacation you’d be happier to see me.”

You take two steps forward, lining up right between Eddie and Nicole, and suddenly contort your face to be such an over-exaggerated smile that it’s nearly a grimace. Eddie is so caught up in the scrunch of your nose, he nearly misses the way you grit out a sarcastic “Better?” from between your teeth.

“Oh, that’s the winner,” Nicole cackles, keys jangling as she shakes them and leads the two of you towards the front of the store. Over her shoulder, she continues to joke, “Keep on smiling like that, and I sense a twenty dollar tip in our future.”

Eddie still hasn’t said a word. What is he supposed to say? All he can do is trail slightly behind you, doing everything in his power to not let his eyes roam over your legs or backside. You were just wearing black jeans, in line with the same dress-code everyone else followed, but they were doing you favors.

“Y’know, I think I already saw John’s truck this morning,” your voice was surprisingly pleasant despite the insinuation Nicole had made that your first impression should be grumpy. Far less gritty than Eddie’s would have been had he spoken up, “Think I can sweet talk that out of him? Maybe I’ll ask about his wife. Or- Oh!” you exclaim, bursting with sudden energy that should give Eddie a headache this early, “Put me on bar! I’ll douse his drink in caramel how he likes, that’s sure to tug on his wallet- Sorry, I mean heart-strings.”

Nicole continues to laugh as she fumbles with unlocking the door, and it’s not lost on Eddie that he has never made any of the fellow baristas laugh like that. Although, to be fair, he has never been quite as enthusiastic as you. He didn’t seemingly bleed sunshine like you. Here the three of you were, outside in the dusky beginnings of a morning, and he could have sworn that the sun had already risen from the light that seemed to emit from you.

It should have made him nauseated. It kind of did, actually.

You turn suddenly, just as Nicole finally turns the lock, and face him. Your smile is subtle, eyes so wide he wouldn’t notice the bags even if you had any. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

You stick your hand out and he can see you sticky with it – with hopefulness, with friendliness, with kindness. His stomach churns.

Nope. Not a chance.

The moment Nicole opens the door, he’s barely muttering his name back to you, and is rushing past you to enter the store. His shoulder brushes against yours, and he has to tell himself repeatedly he did not just shoulder-check you. He has to tell himself that it’s okay he didn’t meet your level of enthusiasm. He has to tell himself that you’re just another barista, someone else who makes coffee for a living and that this new energy you bring is just due to that vacation that Nicole mentioned.

It’ll fade. He’ll be fine. At some point, his stomach has to stop churning.

—

It doesn’t.

Your energy doesn’t falter, to his surprise. Not only are you sunshine personified, but you’re also damn good at your job. Eddie can only imagine how sluggish he’d be if he had a month off from anything, especially a job, but it doesn’t even seem as though you have to dust any of your skills off for the day.

You offer to take over opening up the ‘drive thru’ aspect of the store, brewing all the coffees and teas without complaint as Eddie lingers in his misery of shuffling through the tasks of opening up the food portion of the store. As he’s sorting the croissants to be replenished, implementing the technique of FIFO (first in, first out), he can hear Nicole still cackling at whatever you’re saying in the back of the house as you clean the syrup pumps. When he’s labeling all the new breakfast sandwiches for the day with their best-by dates, he can hear you humming a few feet away from him over the clicking of the sticker gun in his hand. And when the clock finally reads 5:30 to signify the time of opening, you’re putting on your apron, tying it around yourself more securely than Eddie always lazily did. Even your black apron seemed to fit on you better than his did, as if you were more made for this job than he was. As if you had years of experience to carry on your shoulders, and God, were you carrying them with grace. Constantly smiling, constantly joking. He’d once thought Nicole incapable of even breaking a grin, but he’d hardly gone longer than a minute without hearing her laugh during the time of your opening together.

God, he sort of hated you.

You never even mentioned how rudely he’d shrugged off your introduction. Occasionally, he’d even caught you looking his way during the conversation, a soft expression on your face as if you were ready to include him in all the inside jokes at a moment’s notice.

He made sure to consistently stare straight ahead, never once seeming to glance your way when you wore that expression.

You were just too nice. You were putting all the other openers to shame right before his eyes, himself included, and he hated you for it.

Once the store is open, John is the first customer in drive, as always. Eddie wears the headset (the one you’d grabbed for him, sanitizing it and slotting a freshly charged battery in without him even asking. God, he hated you.) and listens in to you greeting the awful bastard, and his stomach does another flip.

“Good morning, John,” you chirp happily. He couldn’t see your face from around the corner, but he could only imagine that you were wearing a smile. Maybe you even had that damn camera on so that the customers could see you just as you could see them.

He waits. Anxious to hear John’s grumpy reply, be reassured when someone else also didn’t match your energy. The man had never been pleasant a single day that Eddie had worked thus far. Simply barking out his order, acting offended when someone didn’t recognize him.

If anyone was going to be cruel to you, Eddie would bet all five dollars in his pocket that it would be John.

But even John wasn’t fucking mean to you.

He had replied in the most cheerful tone Eddie had ever heard leave the man’s throat.

“And who am I speaking to?” he almost sounds teasing. It fans at Eddie’s irrational irritability.

“I’ll give you three guesses.”

He hates the way your customer service voice was so similar to just your normal voice. A bit squeakier, a bit more polite, but still bottled sunshine. He hates how nicely it caressed his eardrum as compared to the grate of some of the other barista’s tones while on drive thru. He hates that some deep part of him secretly hoped that Nicole stationed you there your entire shift, and that if she did, he would fight tooth and nail to keep this damn headset on. Just to hear your voice. Just to hear your light.

“Only three?” John’s gruff voice scoffs, “There’s only one person who works here who is this damn cheery before eight in the morning.”

Nicole laughs from where she’s bent over to put down a few of the sanitizer buckets by the bars, shaking her head as she also listens in over her headset.

“I’m making it easy on you, then,” you say as you suddenly come into view for Eddie. He’s trying to replenish the sandwiches and protein boxes that the store keeps on display for the customer by the register, still working through his morning tasks as he realizes you’ve completed yours.

Man, he fucking hated you.

You don’t miss a beat as you begin to tap one of the espresso machines awake, punching all the right buttons to pull John’s espresso shot before you turn to make your way towards the cold beverage station. “You still drinking the same thing, old man?”

“I’m not old.”

“Right, and I’m not already over-caffeinated,” that’s a lie. He hasn’t seen you touch a drop of coffee this entire time, “Just pull on up. It’s a billion dollars, or whatever your total normally is.”

John’s cackle is cut off by him pulling away from the speaker box, effectively disconnecting the two way mic. Even Eddie finds himself nearly grinning at your reply, but he stops himself. Because you’re annoying. Because no one should be this witty this early. Because the ability to make others laugh this often should be a cardinal sin.

He stops the grin because he hates you… right?

You do manage to get a tip out of John. Eddie sees it with his own two eyes. It’s a quick deposit of whatever spare change the stingiest man Eddie had ever had the displeasure of meeting has lying around his car, and it happens so quickly while you’re leant out the window to pass the man his receipt that he always requests that Eddie almost convinces himself it didn’t happen. But it did. He saw it with his own two eyes, as he tripped over his two left feet, effectively nearly knocking Nicole over with him.

The look she gives him makes his stomach twist this time as his heart lurches. It’s a knowing look. It’s despicable.

She doesn’t say a word until later into the shift, once more baristas are scattered across the floor and peak is in full swing. Eddie isn’t kept on food, and you aren’t kept to manage taking orders or run the window – he’s the one reassigned to the window position as you are moved to the cafe bar. He’s tasked with quick connections before handing out drinks to bored business people, as you fly through making drinks for both mobile orders and any customers that choose to physically walk into the store.

Nicole puts herself on the position of ‘DTO’ – she greets the drive thru customers over the headset and takes their orders, her tone not nearly as honey-sweet as yours had been. She’s lacking in jokes, she sticks to a script that must have taken her years to make sound even remotely natural.

Eddie’s just grateful he doesn’t have to wear a headset and listen to her directly in his ear.

Rush has died down when she turns to him and cocks a brow with her hip. He has the window shut, fiddling with his thumbs as he anxiously awaits for the partner on drive bar to finish making the iced white mocha for the customer currently sitting on their phone. He’s sure the look she shoots his way is in regards to the fact that he isn’t ‘connecting with the customer’ or putting himself through insufferable small talk.

It isn’t.

“Do you not like her?”

His head shoots up, fully meeting her curious gaze, “Excuse me?”

“Y/N,” she clarifies, “Do you… not like her?”

“I don’t know her,” he weakly defends himself.

He had been a dick to you this morning, hadn’t he? What a weak defense for being a bad person to someone who makes this entire store glow simply by being here.

“You should give her a chance,” Nicole speaks softly as she leans back on the counter that holds the order screens, “I… She can be a lot, but she’s one of our best. Think of her as the people’s princess, so to speak.”

He knows you’re one of the best here, just in the short few hours he’s caught glimpses of you. He has no idea how you’re so quick with making drinks, or how you manage to hold such genuine sounding conversations with all of the customers who stand right at the hand off plane. He just gets irritable when they stare at him with prying eyes as he tries (and fails) to keep up his pace.

“I… I can see it,” he nods, bringing a hand up to pinch his bottom lip, “I mean, John clearly loves her.”

Nicole gives a pointed look, “He does. She doesn’t take his shit – him and his wife bring her gifts for every holiday. They know her damn birthday and bring her cards. It’s insufferable.”

He cracks a shy smile at that, “They bring her birthday cards?”

“They bring her birthday cards,” she echoes back to him. Eddie finally receives the drink he was waiting on and turns, quick to hand it out with a soft mutterance of ‘have a good day’. Once he’s finished and the drive thru is officially empty, he faces her once more, “You don’t have to like her as much as everyone else. I know you’re still new and adjusting but… she’s one of the best for a reason.”

“Because she can turn out drinks like it’s no one’s business?” Eddie questions, side stepping and lifting his chin in your direction as you finish yet another drink, as if to prove his point.

“That,” Nicole shrugs her shoulders and pushes off the counter, “And because she actually gives a damn.” Eddie’s brows shoot up as he waits for her to continue, “She knows these customers, man. Learns about their lives, hears them out. Remembers the small things. She’s the same way with all of us, too. She once got turned down from being a shift lead because she’s too nice. Have you ever heard of someone being shot down from a job for that?” Nicole pauses, and Eddie can only shake his head, feeling the ends of his ponytail brush the back of his neck, “She has the management experience – she knows how to run this place. Sometimes, I see it. The way she steps up and takes responsibility. She chooses to be that kind even if it makes her seem like a nut job. She chooses to let people hear walk all over her, because she cares. She cares more about treating us as humans or whatever than she does an upgrade in pay.”

“Makes sense they wouldn’t make her a shift, then,” Eddie dares to say, which earns him a sharp look, “I mean, management positions aren’t for the weak of heart. You have to make tough decision-”

“Once, a man was harassing one of our baristas. This dude who was married. Came in like clockwork and picked up a mobile order under his wife’s name, wouldn’t take no for an answer and kept flirting with one of our poor girls. I’ve never really been afraid of her, but I was every time that man stepped foot in here,” Nicole grabs a rag and starts to wipe down the counters with a low whistle, as if she isn’t spilling serious store lore right now to Eddie. As if she isn’t bringing on more questions than answers, “She’s not weak of heart. She’s good of heart. And if she hadn’t been on vacation, she would have been your trainer. You don’t have to like her, like I said, but it would do you well to give her a chance.”

Trainer?

Carmen had mentioned something about another barista being the usual trainer. She had even tried to joke around with Eddie that he would have liked the other girl better, something about how she was funnier and easier to get along with.

You. You were the girl she’d been talking about. The people’s princess, as Nicole had put it.

Eddie opens his mouth to say something in reply, although he isn’t quite sure what he can say.

God, he had been a fucking dick. And Nicole was matching sure he felt all seven levels of Hell, of guilt, for it.

It ate him alive for the rest of his shift. His stomach churned with it. All that guilt gnawed on him from the inside out, using his bones for toothpicks, and he already knew what he needed to do without Nicole saying it.

—

“Did that hurt?”

The two of you got off your shifts at the same time, as most openers do. At ten o’clock precisely, Nicole was shooing the two of you off the floor, two fresh baristas taking both your places as you scurried to the back.

He’d overheard the joke made ten minutes prior, Nicole speaking to a fellow shift lead about who would be replacing you, already mourning your absence. She didn’t make such a joke about Eddie.

“Huh?” you look up quickly from where you had been carefully rolling and folding your apron into a bundle.

Eddie gestures vaguely to his nose again, repeating himself, “Did it hurt?”

It was the best he could do – pathetic small talk about the nose piercings of yours that had caught his eye.

You grin radiantly, and he tries to swallow down that instinctive voice that whisper hate, hate, hate. “Which one?”

Right. You had multiple nose piercings. A hoop that matches Eddie’s own, only on the left nostril rather than the right like his, and that septum piercing. He’d probably look dumb to ask about the nostril considering he had his done, and should already know that it definitely doesn’t feel nice.

“The septum,” he clarifies, “That combination, though, um… It looks sick.”

Oh, he sounds so fucking stupid right now. He wishes the sticky floors beneath the two of you would split and swallow him whole.

“Eh,” you shrug, finally glancing away from him to finish wrapping the strings of your apron snugly around the bundle you’d made of it, “My nostril honestly hurt worse. If you’re thinking of getting one,” you pause, and look up, offering him a look of pure mischief. Heart, stomach, mind. They all lurch with that look as you whisper, as if letting him in on a secret, “Do it.”

“I don’t think I could pull it off,” he’s quick to blurt out, eyes widening, resisting the urge to take several steps back and put distance between you two.

Fuck, he didn’t hate you. It hits him like a truck – this shift had managed to slip through his fingers so quickly. The fastest one to date. Between all of your jokes, all of the laughter you managed to pull out of others and that he had to fight down, the day had flown past as easily as a shift really could.

He regrets spending the shift moping. He regrets ignoring your introduction. He regrets not giving you a chance.

“I think you could,” your tote bag now hangs from your shoulder, and you have your keys prepared in one hand as you hold your water bottle in the other, “Everyone says that, but if you can already pull off the nostril, adding a little septum to the mix never hurt nobody.”

Is your face stuck like that? Stuck with a subtle and shy smile pulling at the lips, making the corners of your eyes crinkle in the slightest?

He hopes not. If it is, he’ll never be able to have a normal conversation with you. He’ll always be too distracted, too infuriated, too overwhelmed.

“You’re a very optimistic person,” he almost lets it slip out as a scoff, but refrains, Nicole’s words echoing in his mind. It would do you well to give her a chance.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” you casually say to him.

“Did you just quote Star Wars to me?”

Eddie is aghast, staring at you with even more awe than before. And you – oh, you look so goddamn proud of yourself and the way you’ve left him shellshocked, smugly lifting your chin and smiling more intentionally. You’re smiling so widely that your eyes pinch nearly fully shut and even more of that sunshine is now flooding the backroom up to Eddie’s knees.

“I don’t know,” you start to step around Eddie, carrying an air of arrogance that would only be so endearing from someone who had been proven to be as kind as you were, “Did I?”

You never give him the chance to answer. You leave him there, standing in the middle of the back of house and not even clocked out yet as you walk away with a bounce in your step and a quick have a good day, Eddie! over your shoulder.

When he’s finally off the clock and having given a half-ass goodbye to everyone on the floor (which no one replied to as enthusiastically as they had yours, by the way), you’re still sitting in your damn yellow Jeep. You give him a slight wave through the windshield as he makes a beeline for his van, and he doesn’t even bother to return it. Pretends he doesn’t see it. Looks straight ahead. If Nicole is watching from the drive thru window that serves as a front row seat to the entire interaction, she’s going to rip him a new one next shift they work together.

God, Eddie wishes he hated you.

Instead, he’s left hoping that next time he opens, you’re there to make the time fly. Maybe he’ll be the one quoting Star Wars to you. If he can ever get the stick out of his ass, that is.

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alienwithaguitar · 2 months

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Does anyone else think this Wilbur thing has been blown way out of proportion? First of all, I am in FULL support of Shelby and am not defending Wilbur. As a victim myself, I sympathize with her story, and I will never discredit her experiences. But this community is going to extremes that make me so fucking uncomfortable.

What people forget is that Wilbur has a record label. He CAN'T say whatever he wants. There’s a reason he made a statement not an apology, why Lovejoy hasn’t said anything, why he never mentioned Shelby by name, why he didn’t apologize- because making promises can get you in legal trouble. One of the first things you learn about car accidents is to not apologize, even if it's your fault, because that will be used against you in court. Admissions can even get you in trouble for things you didn’t do, if the other party decides to push for that. He’s almost certainly not allowed to apologize because his record label can't risk the legal trouble. We can excuse Quackity for making poor statements for the same reason, so why can't we keep that energy here?

Wilbur has always been an unstable man. As a long time fan and someone who heavily relates to YCGMA’s themes of being awful and feeling like you’ll never get better, he struggles with a lot of mental problems. His persona has been built around manic, destructive tendencies and that’s something that’s been a part of his brand for YEARS. He's brought up drugs and alcohol use in the past, and one of his closest friends recently passed away, which certainly only added to things. Mental health isn't an excuse, but it is a REASON. (Listen to Mammalian Sighing Reflex and tell me it doesn’t resemble compilations of artists deteriorating as they lose their sanity)

I don’t understand how anyone can actively want him to kill himself. Or wish that he gets worse. You can’t claim to be an advocate for mental health and helping victims if you don’t want EVERYONE involved getting serious help. Wilbur needs therapy, he needs to atone if either of them want to heal. Nobody has to forgive him, or welcome him back into their life, but he absolutely deserves the chance to fix himself to ensure this doesn’t happen AGAIN.

If you can seriously say that you want him to get worse, and you don’t care about his mental health, then you DON'T care about victims. Leaving a destructive man to rot alone WILL lead to repeat events in the future. As someone with multiple diagnoses for debilitating mental illnesses, when I was at my lowest, I hurt myself. I hurt other people. Mental illness isn’t cute shit you put in your bio. It's terrifying, isolating, exhausting. And if I wasn’t given a chance at therapy and healing, I could have continued hurting people for the rest of my life.

These tweets just confirm none of you actually care about mentally ill people, it's all situational and performative. This is the most clear cry for help I've seen and you're feeding into it. Most of you will never understand what debilitating mental illness is like, how easy it is to hurt people you care about. You can hate him, be pissed, wish he never did it, deplatform him, I AM TOO! But nobody involved would be happy if he killed himself. These are real people, not characters in a soap drama. Actively wishing for him to kill himself is disgusting. If you care at all about Shelby getting closure, Wilbur needs to understand what he did wrong and fix it, so she can move on.

Also the lying I’ve seen is so stupid. The spotify stuff is fake. Anyone who’s a casual fan of Wilbur has known for a long time that’s not his spotify account. It’s a fan account that posts unofficial versions of his songs. So easily debunked and yet people still hold it against him??

Again, I'm in FULL support of Shelby. I fully condemn his actions, and as a victim I'm so proud of her for speaking up. But at the end of the day, we’re people. I'm glad many of you have never had the kind of debilitating downward spiral that leads to you hurting yourself and others, but if you think that makes it okay to wish an unstable man takes his life, then you can’t say you’re a mental health advocate. Take care of yourselves, please think twice about your own morals if you're sitting around hoping fans and creators commit suicide.

If you are one of the people actively waiting for him to kill himself, I pray that you never find yourself hurting others at your lowest, and I pray that people show you the kindness you didn't give to him.

#not a wilbur defense post #but its still important to consider #wilbur #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #shelby #shelby shubble #shubble

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bteezxyewriter12 · 5 months

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J POV

Pulling up to the body shop, I park my car and get out

This doesn't look like a shop that has a mechanic I'd need

Still, this is the address San texted me and it's open this late at night

Supposedly San's close friend owns it

I walk towards the open garage, peering in, seeing a man wiping a light on a car

"Uh hello?"

He stops, turning to look at me

My heart stops at how utter beautiful and fucking hot he is

This guy's a mechanic?

He should be a runway model

"Uh hi", I wave

He stands up, walking over to me, an intimidating look on his face

Ok he's not happy to see me

I take him in as he stands a few feet away from me with his arms crossed

Super tall, straight black hair parted in the middle, intense dark brown eyes

His lips are gorgeous with a pronounced cupids bow, his jawline so sharp

The chains on his neck look so good as well as the ear piercings

He has a white shirt on under what looks like it could be a kind of mechanic jacket, loose pants and boots

He has some dirt or grease on his cheeks to complete his look

A total intimidating hottie

My eyes find their way back to his face, his eyebrow raising in a question

"Oh uh hi. I uh...I'm Joanne. I know San"

He just nods once

Ok, not a big talker I guess

"I uh...need my car to be fixed? I have no idea what's wrong with it. It's just making weird sounds"

He glances at my car, then back at me, silent

"I uh...San...told me to come here. He gave me this address?", I continue then read out the address San gave me, "Is this...uh...the right place?"

He nods once

Yeah ok, I'm gonna kill San

I don't care how hot he is, this guy is fucking scary

"I uh...do you do...uh repairs? Like the kind I need?"

There's no answer from him and I think I need to go

Even if he does do repairs it doesn't look like he wants to take my car

"I uh...I'm gonna go ok?", I say, starting to back up to my car, "I'm sorry I bothered you. Uh...bye"

I turn and practically run to my car, opening the door

I get in, then turn to close the door when a hand shoots out, stopping the door from closing and giving me a heart attack in the process

"Wait", a gruff voice says, my eyes moving from the hand to the scary guy's handsome face, "I'll look at your car"

"Oh no, it's fine. I'm ok", I say

He rolls his eyes, "I heard your car coming from down the street. It sounds like there's something wrong with the exhaust or the muffler. And there's a clinking sound coming from your engine"

Well I have no idea about the clinking sound but I know about the loud sound when I drive it

"Uh...you don't...I mean this uh...garage doesn't seem to be like a...mechanic garage"

"It's not. It's a body shop. But I'm also a mechanic and I know how to fix cars"

"Oh", I say stupidly

"I'll look at your car tonight and see if I have the stuff to fix it by tomorrow. If not, it'll take a few days"

"You really don't have to, not if you're busy"

"San sent you. It's fine. Give me your keys"

I get out of the car, hand him the keys and he shuts the door

Then he turns and walks back to the garage without a word

I follow him wondering if I'm gonna get a receipt or something

He grabs a paper, handing it to me with a pen, "Fill it out. Ignore the irrelevant parts. Sit there"

He points to a couch where another guy who I didn't see before is sitting

That guy nods at me in greeting and I nod back like a dumbass

I sit and fill out the paper

It's a standard mechanic form

My name, number, make and model of my car, year, license plate- 2000 Toyota Corolla

The rest is a checklist of what body mods you'd want done to your car, paint colors, the amount of something called NOS and other stuff I have no idea about

"Uh here", I tell him when I'm done

He takes the paper, putting on a desk, my car keys on top of it

"I'll call you when you can come pick it up"

"Oh, uh yeah. Ok. Thanks"

He nods once then turns away, sitting back in the chair he was in when I got here and tending to the car he was working on

"Uh ok....bye", I say lamely

He doesn't turn around

Whatever

He's an ass but as long as he fixes my car then I'll deal with it

I turn, pulling out my phone and pull up Google maps to see which bus is closest to here

And pray that it's still running this time at night

I start walking away, out of the garage and to the side walk

The bus to my apartment is five block away but Google maps doesn't even say when it'll show

I could be waiting there all night

Fucking great

I can't call San

He has a fight tonight and Wooyoung is with him

My luck just keeps getting better and better

I sigh and start walking in the direction of the bus stop

"Hey!", I hear behind me

I stop, turning to see the mechanic behind me

"Where are you going?"

"Uh home?"

"You're walking?"

"Well yeah. To the bus stop"

"The bus stop running at 9:30"

Well fuck me then

I glance at Google maps and switch to the walking man

A fucking hour and a half

Jesus Christ

Well, I guess I have no fucking choice

"Guess I'm walking then", I tell him, "I better leave, it's gonna take awhile"

"You can't walk home at night"

I roll my eyes, "Why not?"

"Because this is a bad neighborhood. There's creeps and gangs out who'd love to get you in their sights"

"Well I have no choice", I tell him

"Can't you call an Uber like everyone else?"

I glare at him

Doesn't he think I'd do that if I could?

I'm not stupid

"Unlike everyone else, I don't have money for that. I barely had gas money to get here and now I have a car bill I have to pay for. I can't afford an Uber", I answer, "So if you're done questioning me now, I'll be on my way"

He shakes his head, "No. You're not walking. Jongho will take you home"

And who the fuck is Jongho?

"Jongho?", I ask

"My assistant. The guy who's in the garage with me"

Oh that guy

Well at least he looks nicer than this guy

"He doesn't have-", I start to protest

He just turns from me, yelling for Jongho

God, what is this guy's problem?

"Yeah?", Jongho answers, appearing next to the mechanic

"Take the girl home", he says

The girl?

I have a fucking name

"It's Joanne", I snap

He rolls his eyes, "Take Joanne home. She's San's friend"

"Yeah I heard that", Jongho says, pulling car keys out

To me he says, "Lets go"

He walks to some white sports car, unlocking it

"Go", the mechanic says, nodding towards Jongho, then abruptly walking away, back to the garage

What a jerk

But I really don't want to walk an hour and a half so I get into Jongho's car

He asks for my address, puts it in the GPS and starts driving

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The next day

"You're friends is a jerk", I tell San as I make his coffee

The cafe I work at is in a lull right now

I have about an hour to kill until the high schools let out and it's a mad house

"Which one?"

"The mechanic one"

"Yunho?"

"Oh is that his name?", I say sarcastically

"You didn't know his name?"

"He never told me. He actually didn't talk to me much except to be a jerk", I tell him, "But Jongho was nice"

Jongho made light conversation on the fifteen minute drive home last night

He's really nice

Sweet

And funny

He cracked a few jokes that made me laugh, which is something I needed after the horrible day I had

"Yeah Jongho is usually nice", San agrees, "What did Yunho do?"

Handing him his coffee, I tell him about last night

Which for some reason makes San laugh

"I don't see how that's funny"

"If you knew how Yunho was really like then it'd be funny to you too. He only acts like that when it's someone he doesn't know"

"Well thanks for the fucking warning San"

"Look I'm sorry ok. But Yunnie is not intimidating nor scary. He was probably caught off guard because he wasn't expecting you to show up. And he gets defensive around his shop with people he doesn't know"

"Then why would you send me to him?", I ask in disbelief

If he knows Yunho is like that went people approach his shop why would he send me there alone?

"Because your car was on the verge of dying and Yunho is the best mechanic I know. That guy loved cars since he was a kid and he can fix anything. You need the best with that crap car you have"

"Hey!"

"Ok Jo, it's a heap of junk"

"I can't afford another one!", I exclaim

"Yeah I know. And I also know Yunho can keep it running for you as long as he can. That's why I sent you to him. So give him a break ok?"

I scowl but nod

If he can fix my car then yeah I'll give him a break

"So let me tell you about my fight last night"

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My cell phone keeps ringing and I have to keep silencing it so I can take customer orders

It's the five o'clock after work rush

The worst of them all, with the rude entitled cranky business men and women

And my phone keeps taking me out of my groove

Ten minutes later, I make the last coffee for the last customer of the current line then quickly tell one of my coworkers I'm taking a five minute breath before we're swarmed again

Going inside the cafe, I look at my phone

5 missed calls from the same unknown number

Sighing, I click re-dial and wait as the phone rings

"Hello?", a gruff voice I recognize from last night says

"Uh hi. This number called me?"

"Joanne?", Yunho says

"Yeah"

"Why didn't you pick up the first time I called you?", he growls

Ok WTF?

He needs to take a chill pill

"Because I'm at work and can't pick up whenever my phone rings?"

He sighs like I'm inconveniencing him, "Whatever. Your car is ready. You can come pick it up"

Great

He works really fast

"Oh ok. I'll come after work"

It's silent for a beat, then, "How are you getting here?"

"Bus", I growl, so not wanting to argue with him again

"Fucking hell", he grumbles, "I'll come get you. What's your work address?"

He'll come get me?

Why?

It's not night right now

I mean yeah it will be when I get out of work but that shouldn't matter

"I can get there by myself"

"Yeah you can but if anything happens to you on your way here, San will have a conniption and he'll blame me. So can we just avoid that and give me your work address so I can come get you"

Gee, nice to know he cares so much

Whatever

He's right about San though

He'll flip on Yunho if anything happens to me

Perks of having a protective friend from childhood

"Fine", I snap, giving him the cafe's address, "I get out at 8"

"I'll be there", he says, then hangs up

No bye, no see you later, just hangs up

Fucking jerk

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"Yo, do you see that sick car outside?", one of my male coworkers says to another

"No? What is it?"

"A 1997 Mazda RX-7 VeilSide Fortune"

"No fucking way", one of the guys says, running to window, "That's fucking beautiful"

I glance out the window, seeing an orange red sports car

I guess that's what they're talking about?

I don't know, I'm not really into cars, so I don't care

"Wonder who that guy is picking up?"

Oh no

Is...is that....Yunho?

I glance at the clock

7:58

It's Yunho

"Where the hell did he get that car from?"

I sigh as I grab my bag from under the counter and punch out

"Bye guys", I say as I walk to the door

"Bye Jo!"

"Bye!"

I take a breath and walk up to the orange red car

The window goes down, Yunho's face appearing

"Get in"

I huff but open the door

Looking back at the window to the cafe, like five or six of my coworkers are there, staring with their mouths dropped

I'm so not gonna hear the end of this tomorrow

Getting in the car, I close the door

I put my seatbelt on and Yunho starts to drive

"Is this your car?", I ask

His eyebrows raise, "Who's else is it?"

I shrug, "I have no clue. But apparently it's some big deal. All the guys at work were drooling over it"

I see a smirk on his face and yeah ok it's totally hot

"It's a nice car", he says, "Was in one of the fast and the furious movies"

"Oh", I answer

I saw a few of those movies

The first one was the best but as they go on they get more and more ridiculous

"Is that why you picked it?"

He scoffs, "No. I picked it because I like it"

Ok, touchy

"Is this your only car?"

He shakes his head, "No. I have a few others"

"Sports cars like this?"

"Some. Some regular cars"

"Oh", I answer

The conversation stops there and it's silent for the rest of the drive

We pull into his shop and get out

He starts walking to my car, that's parked in front of the shop

"Your car is a piece of shit"

I huff, "Well not everyone can afford fucking sports cars"

"You don't need a sports car to have a decent car"

"I can't afford a decent car. I can barely afford my bills as it is", I snap, "What was wrong with it?"

"Muffler. And one of timing belts needed to be replaced"

Yeah ok sure

I have no idea what he's talking about

"It's good now?"

He snorts, "Not good. It's running but it will break down again. You need thousands of dollars for this car to be good. It's not worth it. You should trash it and get another one"

"No. Mon-ey", I say slowly, thinking maybe it'll sink into his brain this way

"I. Get. It", he says, copying me

I narrow my eyes at him, "How much is it?"

I just want to pay and go home

"Don't worry about it"

Excuse me?

"What do you mean don't worry about it? You fixed it. You replaced parts. That cost money"

"Not for you", he says, handing me my keys

"What the hell Yunho? I'm not a moocher!"

"Yeah I could guess that", he says, "But still you know San and I don't charge people I know"

I just stand there flabbergasted

"I uh...um..thank you?", I ask more than say

"Sure. Just promise me one thing"

Aha, here's the catch

"What?"

"When it breaks down again, bring it to me"

I raise my eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because this thing will continuously break down and I can keep it running longer than most mechanics. At least until it dies for good", he says, "Plus other places will overcharge you. I won't"

Yeah cause he'll do it for free

That's not what I want

"Fine but I'm paying you from now on"

He smirks again, making me weak in the knees, "Ok. Sure"

"I will!"

"Yup", he says, turning around and walking back to the garage

I scowl at his back then get in my car

I will pay him next time

I'm not a moocher, not by a long shot

I drive my car down the block and realize that it's blessedly silent for once

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Six months later

"Well it finally fucking died", Yunho says, shutting the hood of my car

"Just great", I mumble

He's been saying this for the last month

That it won't be long until it craps out

He managed to get it to keep going for six more months

He was right, it kept breaking down

Water pump, check engine light, belts, chains, tires popping, alternator, breaks

And more I can't think of

I'm here like every two weeks

Yunho fixes my car, doesn't charge me anything and makes me repeat my promise to bring him my car when it breaks down

I insist on paying him but he always finds a way to put my money back in my car before I leave

So instead of paying him, I get him food

That he eats

Other times, I'll stay while he fixes my car

Sometimes I'll hang on the couch with Jongho, sometimes I'll watch him fix it

It's interesting

And I'm learning a bit more about cars

Sometimes Yunho will explain what he's doing, what the part is and what the car uses it for

Other times he'll tell me to leave him alone and stop bothering him

He's so freaking touchy at random times

But the one thing that's happened all these months being around him is that I've stupidly fallen for him

I don't know what's my problem

He's not particularly nice to me

Sometimes he's downright rude

But other times he's... nice, tolerable of me?

Something like that

He can do nice things like pick me up when he finishes fixing the car to bring me to the shop, bring me home when I bring the car to him

Or like I said, explain things to me

Have little conversations here and there, asking about my life, answering questions I have about his

And when I'm here I can just watch him

Watch his broad shoulders move, his long fingers in his fingerless gloves using the tools, handling the parts

His black hair falling in his eyes

The adorable way he gets grease and oil on his cheeks

And I just fell in love with him like a fucking idiot

He'd never want me

I'm just San's annoying friend with the crappy car

I bet he's glad my car finally crapped out so he doesn't have to keep fixing it

And with that thought I realize I'm probably not going to see him again

I don't have a car that needs fixing anymore

That blows

"Sorry Jo", he says, shrugging

"What's wrong with it now?"

"Transmission"

"It can't be fixed?"

"It can but it'll be worth more than the car is worth. And there's no guarantee that even with that fixed it won't stop breaking down. In my professional opinion, the car is dead. You need a new one"

"Goddamnit", I sigh, looking up at the ceiling

"Hey", he says, "I mean I can fix it if you want"

I shake my head

I don't want to cost him even more money

He's doing all this for free and getting the parts with his own money

If the transmission is gonna cost more than the actual car, he's right, it's not worth it

"Nah forget it. It's time for it to go to car heaven"

He snorts, rolling his eyes

Whatever

"Well I guess that's it then", I say, "Thanks for all your help. I really appreciate everything you've done"

He raises his eyebrow, "Why are you making this sound like a sappy goodbye?"

"Because it is?", I say bewildered, "Not sappy but a goodbye. I don't have a car for you to fix anymore so I don't really have a reason to come back here"

"Oh right. Yeah. True", he says, like that hadn't dawned on him

"Yeah. So uh...I'm gonna go", I say awkwardly, "San said he could pick me up today so I'll just call him ok?"

"Uh huh. Sure", he says avoiding eye contact

Whatever

I'm upset I won't see him again but it's not like I ever had a shot of being with him

My phone is in my bag on the couch and as I pass Yunho to get it, I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, turning me to him

My heart beats loudly in my chest as I raise my eyes to his

Uncertainty and hesitation swirls in his eyes and I don't know what that's about

He's so close to me, closer than we've ever been and I can feel the energy crackling between us

I hold my breath, waiting to see if he's going to do something or let me go

His hand lets go of my wrist, disappointment rising in my chest

What did I expect?

I'm about to break the eye contact when he leans down, his lips against mine in a searing hot kiss

My head is spinning, heat floods my body and stars blast in my vision from this one kiss

Holy fucking shit

His big gloved hands move around my waist, pulling me against him

I shyly put my hands on his arms, slowly moving them up, giving him time to stop me

He doesn't and my arms wrap around his neck, holding on

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth for his, our tongues brushing against each other's

"Mmmm", I moan at the same time he groans loudly, kissing me harder

His hands move down to my ass, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as I kiss him deeply

God, I never want to stop kissing him

His kisses are like fucking heaven

Everything I'm feeling, everything running through my body, I've never felt before

Not with anyone's kiss

Just Yunho's

He walks with me to who knows where

I don't care as long as he doesn't stop kissing me

He lays me on top of something hard and cool, his hands moving down my body to my sneakers

He pulls them off, throwing them behind him, then his hands move to my jeans

He breaks the kiss for a second and I take the chance to see where we are

Holy shit I'm on top of the hood of his car

The 1997 Mazda RX-7 VeilSide Fortune

I remember the stupid car's name because my coworkers won't stop asking me about it

Asking me when the guy who owns it is gonna pick me up again

I returned my gaze to Yunho's, his eyes asking me if I want this too

I definitely do

I nod and he smiles, it's beauty taking my breath away, then his lips are against mine again

As his hands get my jeans open, I zip down his mechanic jacket

He shrugs out of the jacket, then pulls my jeans down and off, leaving me in my panties

I need more, my hands undoing the tie on his pants, his legs moving as he kicks them and his boots off

My hands greedily move to his shirt, pulling it up until I can't anymore

He growls against my lips, pulling away for a second to get the shirt off, then he's kissing me again, pushing me down on the hood of the car

He grabs the middle of my button up shirt, pulling harshly, the buttons flying off

The sound of them hitting the floor is so erotic

He pushes the shirt off me, taking the chance to take my bra off too

Then my back is against the cool metal, his big hands squeezing my boobs

He still has the gloves on and I need to feel his whole hand on my skin

Removing one of his hands, he whines in my mouth

I quickly pull the glove off then put his hand back on my boob where it resumes squeezing

I do the same to his other hand, then let myself fall into the feeling of his palms against my bare skin

So good

His mouth separates from mine, only to attach to my neck, kissing, biting and licking

I moan loudly, getting so wet, wanting him

Just him

His kisses drag lower and lower until his hand moves off my boob, his mouth immediately around my nipple, sucking harshly

"Fuck Yunho", I moan, my body arching up against his, a loud groan leaving his mouth

He switches to my other nipple, his tongue licking my nipple, then pulling it in his mouth, playing

I move my legs around his waist, pressing my body against him, feeling his hard dick against me

One of his hands slides down my body, gripping my ass, holding me against him, grinding his cock against my pussy

Fuck, it feels so good

He feels so big

I want him so fucking much, it's driving me insane

He lets go of my nipple, his lips pressing kisses down my body, his tongue licking my stomach before kissing my skin, loving the way it feels

He goes lower, his fingers pulling my panties down, sliding them off

He opens my legs, eyes on my pussy, groaning

His head dips down, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, moving closer to my pussy but not touching

And all I want is his tongue there

"You gonna let me taste you?", he asks, his eyes flitting to mine, desire in them

I nod, biting my lip, waiting in anticipation

His hands hold my legs open, his head moving back between them

The next thing I know, his tongue is against me, slowly licking up my pussy

I moan so loudly, pleasure filling my body

"Fuck", he groans, his tongue licking me again, "You're pussy tastes so good"

I'm surprised at his words but I can't answer as his tongue roams my pussy, faster this time

Pleasure hits me hard, his tongue so fucking good

He uses the flat of his tongue, pressing on me hard, making sure I feel all of it as he licks up

Then the tip of his tongue flicks my clit back and forth a few times, making me scream, my hand burying in his soft silky hair

He repeats all the actions again and again, his face pushing more into my cunt as he goes

"Yes Yunho", I cry, the pleasure his tongue is giving me so intense, "More Yunnie"

His tongue leaves my clit, light dragging along my slit, barely touching me

He does it again and again, driving me insane

His tongue ghosts over my clit, making me move my hips to his face to try to feel his tongue more

He lightly licks my clit, barely touching me, my cunt getting wetter and wetter with each move

His mouth softly sucks my clit once, my body shaking then resuming his gentle licks on it

My orgasm is slowly building as he's going so slow, so lighty

I've never been eaten out this way and it's fucking intense, my entire body tuned into the pleasure, reacting to every swipe of his tongue

His fingers spread my lips open, tongue slowly wiggling inside

"Oh fuck", I whimper, my cunt tightening on his tongue

"Mmmm", he murmurs, "Pretty throbbing cunt. Feels good on my tongue. Soaking my face so well. Feels good baby?"

"Yes!", I cry, good being an understatement

Try amazing, fantastic, mind blowing

He slowly fucks his tongue in my cunt over and over, my pussy getting wetter and squeezing it every time he wiggles in

"Fuck, I don't think I'll ever get enough of eating your pussy", he murmurs, his tongue ghosting up my pussy then lighting swirling around my clit

I breathe hard, my body shaking and arching off the car hood, so fucking turned on, so fucking close

His mouth moves around my clit, gently suckling and that's all it takes

"Yunho!", I scream, intense bliss tidal waving over my body as I cum, my fingers pulling his hair so hard

His tongue slips down into my cunt, holding it there, letting me cum all over it

I can't think, the pleasure taking over, my hips grinding my pussy against his face

And all he does is moan, his fingers gripping my thighs so hard

As I finish, I lay there stunned, out of breath, his tongue pulling out and licking everywhere

After a minute, he stands up, looking down at me, his face soaked in my juice and cum

I feel my cheeks turn red as he smirks, "You taste so fucking good baby"

My eyebrows shoot up in disbelief

"That pussy cream...fuck me...I've eaten my share of pussy before but goddamn, none have tasted as sweet, as good as yours"

"You're fucking joking", I blurt

He shakes his head, as he pulls down his boxers, "No. I'm not"

He grabs my ankles, pulling me down the hood towards him, my legs wrapping around his waist

He leans over me, his dark brown eyes starting intensely, "I'm gonna be thinking about that for a long time. You're gonna have to let me eat your cunt again real soon ok?"

I nod, mesmerized by him

And by the fact that he wants to go down on me again

He smirks, "Good girl. Think you can take my cock now?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes. I can"

"You sure?", he laughs, "I'm pretty big. Thick too"

"I can take you Yunho", I say clearly

God, I want nothing more than to have his cock buried inside me

"All right jagi", he smirks, aligning himself to my entrance

He pushes in, making me gasp as I feel how big his head is

Holy shit

His hands hold my legs open, moving inside more and I moan in pleasure, my pussy getting wetter with every inch that goes in

It stings a little bit but the fucking pleasure is ten times better than that

I want more of him

All of him

"Fuck, look at you. Taking my cock like a good slut, sucking me inside this tight wet cunt", he groans, pushing more of his thick cock in, "How long have you wanted to be impaled on my dick?"

"Long time", I whimper, through the pleasure, my pussy sucking him in, "Since....first...saw you"

"Oh yeah?", he teases, "I thought I scared you when we first met. You looked like you were ready to jet outta here"

"You were intimidating", I say, as he finally slips all inside, his big head right against my spot, my pussy throbbing around him, "But still hot"

He chuckles, his hand moving and pushing hair back from my face, "Guess that's a good thing huh?"

"Being a hot intimidating man?", I ask, pushing my hips up, feeling every inch, every ridge of his cock

God, he fits inside me so well with no room to spare

"Yeah", he smiles

"Definitely a good thing", I assure him

He smiles wider, leans down, his lips against mine in a kiss, stars blasting in my vision

Before I can kiss him back, he's standing back up, his cock pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back inside

"Fuck!", I yell as he moans, "Oh god"

He begins to thrust into me over and over, spreading my hole wide on his cock, his head hitting my spot each time, pleasure taking over

"Oh my god", I cry, taking his cock over and over as he fucks me into the car's hood

"Ok?", he pants, "Does it hurt?"

I shake my head

I feel nothing but pleasure

"No", I cry, holding onto his arms hard, "More Yunnie. Please"

"Fuck you feel so fucking good", he murmurs, his pace getting faster

Harder

Throwing my body into intense bliss I've never felt before

"God, you're tighter than I ever imagined", he groans

That penetrates through the fog of pleasure

He's...imagined this?

Has he wanted this just as much as I have?

"I...imagined?"

He looks down at me, making eye contact as he speaks

"You don't know how long I wanted this", he growls as he pounds his fat cock into me, "Hearing you scream my name as you take my cock deep inside you. Having you cream up my cock just like you're doing now. Fuck, thought about it all the time"

I'm shocked

I had no fucking idea he even thought of me when he didn't have to fix my car

"God, the second I saw you standing in my shop that first day, I just wanted to throw you on the nearest surface and fuck the life from you"

Jesus Christ

I'm also pretty sure that if he tried, I'd have let him

"You would never leave my mind", he murmurs, stroke after stroke of his fat cock driving me insane, "You wouldn't leave me alone. Making me imagine fucking you like this, imagine you on your knees, my cock down your throat. Imagine eating this pretty little pussy and how good you'd be. And fuck, you're even better than anything I could have imagined"

His words only add fuel to the pleasure, making everything I'm feeling more intense, making my desire for him increase

"Could stay in your tiny cunt all day"

"Yes Yunho!", I cry, my body arching, my legs tightening around his waist, "You can stay baby. Fuck, want you to stay. Fuck me all day Yunnie. Want your cock so badly"

I can't control the clenching my pussy is doing around his cock

He's so fucking hard, throbbing in my cunt, so fucking good

I want him every fucking day

"I'll give it to you baby", he promises, fucking me open on his dick

My brain is turning off, all my senses on Yunho, his cock and how good he feels

"Gonna make you cream all over my cock", he grunts, slamming repeatedly right into my spot, "You want that don't you? I can feel your tiny cunt get tighter and tighter"

"Yes", I cry, holding onto his arms as tight as I can

"Yes what?"

"Want it", I moan, tears springing to my eyes from the bliss

"Tell me what you want. Say it", he demands

"I wanna cream your cock!", I shout, so close, "Please, please, please. Wanna cum on your cock!"

"Good girl", he praises, slamming into my spot, "Cum for me"

I scream him name loudly as my mind shattering orgasm hits me like a fucking truck, ecstacy assaulting my body

"Yunho! Yunho!"

I can't think, I can't see, tears blurring my vision, my head empty

I head him moaning loudly about how amazing it feels but all I can do is ride the pleasure out on his cock

My body shakes uncontrollably, pussy clenching his huge hard cock over and over

My god, it's never been this good before

As I come out of it, I hear Yunho praising me, calling me his good girl and I like it

Not so much with anyone else who says it but when Yunho says it, I really like it

I feel him pull out and I whine from the loss of him

Chuckling he says, "I'm coming back baby"

But all that's in my head right now is sucking his cock

As hard as it is, I sit up on the car hood and push him back

He raises his eyebrow but moves back as I slide off the car

I feel his eyes on me as I sink down on my knees

I move my gaze, staring at his rock hard massive cock

Holy crap

"So big", I gape, moving my hand around him and stroking him

He chuckles, my eyes snapping up to his

"Yeah but you took it all up your cunt", he smirks, "And screamed for more"

I absolutely did

I won't deny that

"Yeah", I answer, leaning forward, quickly swiping my tongue up his length, "And it felt so good"

"Did it now?", he smirks, his eyes on my tongue as I lick him again

"You know it did", I answer, licking along his slit, tasting his cum

So fucking yummy

"Yeah I know", he teases, "You came so hard"

"I did"

Wrapping my mouth around his head, I suck softly, making sure to keep my tongue on the underside

"Felt so good", he breathes, "When you came"

I figured since I heard him say that

"And does this feel good?", I ask, then take more of his massive cock in my mouth, my hand jerking the rest of him

"So fucking good", he groans

His cock is really heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth out a lot and I'm so here for it

I want to suck his dick and I want to pleasure him

I start bobbing my head, taking as much of his dick as I can, my tongue pressing against his underside as I do

I definitely can't deep throat all of him right now, he's too massive

But I can get a little more than half and he seems to be loving it

His face is in pleasure, his eyes on me taking his cock in my mouth, his hand sliding in my hair and holding on

I look up at him through blurry vision as I slip up and down his length, spit running down my neck, dripping from his cock onto my chest

So messy but I actually like it

"Is this what you imagined?", I ask, then slide down his cock, his fat head entering my throat, making me choke

"Fuck that sound", he moans, pulling his dick back a little, "So hot"

I don't mind choking, I like it too so I move down his cock again choking for him

"Fuck baby. You like that?"

I nod, making him groan

"And to answer you before jagi", he pants, "This is better than I imagined"

Moving up and down, I take some of him in my throat, swallowing around his length, making him moan

"You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth", he murmurs, his cock throbbing, "So cute trying to take as much as you can. So pretty all messy"

I feel my cheeks heat up from his compliments

"Just like how gorgeous you look with my cock deep in your pussy", he continues, "So beautiful crying for my dick, begging for more. Fuck, you're like my dream girl"

I try to hold back my surprise as I suck his cock

I never thought Yunho would say these things to me

I thought he didn't like me at all

And maybe he doesn't, maybe it's just a one time sex thing

But it still feels good that he likes fucking me

His hand pulls gently on my hair, moving me off his cock

"Nn..no more jagi. I wanna cum in your pussy. I can, can I?"

I nod, swallowing and wiping my eyes, "Yeah Yunho"

He held out his hands for mine and I place mine in his

He pulls me up, his lips against mine again

I melt against him, kissing him back passionately, never wanting today to end

He pulls away, looking in my eyes smiling, then kisses my cheek

"Wanna ride me?"

"Definitely", I answer

Of fucking course

He takes my hand, turning to the direction of the couch but I stop him

I have a better idea

Walking to the car, I open the door

"Get in"

He smirks, "Gonna fuck me in my car that your coworkers love?"

"One hundred percent"

He nods, sitting in the driver's seat

He pulls the seat back as far as it can go, which isn't much because it's a sports car

He does lay the back part of the seat down which goes down like a normal seat

There's not much room but it'll work

His cock is so hard, straining and leaking cum

"C'mon baby"

I excitedly get in his lap, closing the car door

I run my fingers in his hair, pushing some back, then kissing his beautiful lips

His arms wrap around my waist, holding me to him, skin against skin

He holds his cock to my entrance and I sink down on him

I moan in his mouth as my pussy spreads open for him, every part of his cock rubbing all the right places as I take him inside me

I'm so wet it's easy

When I bottom him out, I move my hips, grinding on him, his head rubbing against my spot, making my pussy constrict around him hard

"Fff..fuck", he whimpers, breaking the kiss, his head falling back against the seat, his eyes closed

He's really fucking beautiful

And right now, he's mine

I sit up as much as I can, starting to bounce on his dick, gasping at how deep he goes in, at how much he opens me up

It feels so good, the drag of his length out of my pussy feeling incredible and giving me shivers

My pussy is so wet, the squelching noises of his cock inside me add to the sound of our skin slapping and are so loud in the small car

Loud and pretty

"Fuck", he moans, gripping my hips hard, "You fit around me perfectly. I don't know how baby. You're so tiny and I'm big but goddamn it's like I was made to be inside you"

I nod because yeah it seems like it

I've never been with anyone as big as him but I take him so easily

Like my pussy, my body craves him

I smile at him, softly stroking his face with my fingers, "Maybe you are"

His eyes meet mine as he whispers, "Maybe"

I don't stop my movements, moving my hands on his shoulder to balance and ride him harder

I slam my pussy up and down on him, both of us moaning from the intense pleasure, my pussy throbbing like crazy

"Fuck fuck, so pretty on my cock", he murmurs, both of us sweating so much against each other

His hair is soaked and he's so fucking hot

His hands squeeze my ass over and over as I keep moving, his cock throbbing so blissfully inside me

I bounce faster on his length, my hand burying in the chains around his neck, using them to keep a hold on him as I fuck him

"Yes baby fuck, cum on me", he whines, "Need you to cum first baby"

I'm close too, his hands now helping me bounce on his dick

"Please baby, wanna cum in your sweet pussy so bad", he pleads, "Cum around my cock now jagi"

She shoves me down his shaft, stars exploding in my vision as his head smashes my spot

I shiver against him as intense ecstasy slams into me and I squirt around his cock

"Yunho! Oh god Yunho!", I scream

"Yes fuck, soak me baby", he moans, his hips now fucking his cock into me, "Fuck, squirt all over me, all over my car, all over my seat baby. God so fucking hot", he chokes out

I can't answer, just moan, pleasure wracking my body

"I'm gonna cum", he yells, his cock throbbing hard, "Oh fuck, Joanne, oh fuck"

He sheathes his cock inside me, his cock pumping hot sticky cum inside me, filling my pussy

It feels so good, my pussy milking him for all of his cum

I watch him, stunned at how gorgeous he is

I'm so full and satisfied by the time he finishes

His eyes open, meeting mine and he smiles

I smile back, his hands pushing the wet sticky hair off my face, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to mine

Then his head leans back on the seat, pulling me against him

I lay my head on his shoulder, one hand against his chest, relaxing into him as he holds me

His fingers softly running up and down my back, drawing shapes on my skin, making me tremble, his other arm firmly wrapped around me

I don't want this to end

I want to be wrapped up in his arms all the time

But what just happened doesn't mean anything

Doesn't mean he feels any way for me

Just that he wanted to fuck me

And I need to stop spoiling it with these thoughts and just enjoy being in his arms

It feels so good

I cuddle into him, us sitting in comfortable silence for a bit

"So, you're my girl now right?", he asks quietly

I lift my head in shock, gaping at him

Did he just ask me that?

"Your....is that what you want?", I ask, wanting to make sure I'm not hearing things

"Well since you made me fall in love with you, yeah that's what I want"

I stare at him while his words penetrate my brain

He loves me?

Oh my god he loves me too

But hold on..

"Wait, made you?", I question, wondering how I could make him do anything

"Yeah made me"

"How?"

He snorts, "How could I not fall in love with you?"

Uh pretty easily, I'd guess or I'd have lines of men wanting me

No such luck on that front

His hand touches my cheek, his fingers caressing the skin there

"How could I not fall in love with those beautiful brown eyes I drown in every time I look in them? With that smile that makes my shittiest day ten times better?", he whispers, "With that snarky attitude? With that adorable confused face you have when I explain how I'm fixing your car? With that annoyingly sweet trait you have about not being a moocher? With how thoughtful and insistent you are in bringing me food when I refuse your money, when most people would take a free thing and ride with it?"

I shake my head, "I'm not like that Yunnie"

"I know jagi. Believe me, I know", he smiles, "How can I not fall in love with a girl who's perfect for me?"

"Perfect?", I whisper

There's no way

I'm not perfect

Not by a long shot

Off the top of my head I can think of ten things about me that are hard to deal with

"Yes perfect", he repeats, "You're everything I could ever want and more. Everything I didn't know I needed until I met you. So I'll ask you again, are you my girl?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes Yunnie. A million times yes. I love you"

"Yeah?", he smiles

"Yeah. You made me fall in love with you too"

He laughs, "I did huh? With the intimidating hot guy thing?"

I giggle, "Yeah. And the sweet things you do, like explain how you fix my car, picking me up, talking to me that break through the intimidating hot guy front"

"I guess that's a good thing?", he smiles

"A very good thing", I smile back, "I love you Yunho and I want to be yours. Only yours"

"You are jagi", he promises, "I'm just yours"

"Yay", I whisper, making him smile wider

He pulls me in for a kiss, his soft lips on mine

Warmth flows through me and I'm so fucking happy

I don't know how long we kiss before there's a knock on the window, scaring the shit out of both of us

We both turn our heads to see Jongho peering in, rolling his eyes and shaking his head

He turns away so his back is facing us but doesn't leave

"You guys finally fucked?"

Finally?

"Fuck off", Yunho growls

"I'll take that as a yes. Are you two finally together?"

"Yes", Yunho growls again, irritated

I run my fingers in his hair and it seems to calm him down a bit

"It's ok baby", I whisper to him, kissing his cheek and his arm just tightens around me

"Well thank god. If I had to deal with the tension between you two for one more day I was gonna murder both of you"

Uh ok

Guess Jongho saw what I didn't

"Do you need me or can I go home?"

"Go", Yunho yells

"Great. See you tomorrow"

He walks away, Yunho's body finally relaxing

"Idiot", he scowls

"He didn't know baby", I tell him, playing with his hair, "And at least he turned away. You know if it was San and Wooyoung, they'd be asking a million questions while staring at us"

He looks thoughtful for a second, "Yeah I guess you're right"

"You'll find that I'm right about a lot of things", I tease

He snorts, "Is that so jagi?"

"It is"

"We'll see baby", he answers, smirking, "I'm normally right too"

I raise my eyebrow, "Hmmm we'll just have to see"

"We will baby"

I kiss him again, then open the car door, both of us getting out

Jongho had closed the garage doors so no one can suddenly pull up, reminding me that we fucked on his car, out in the open where anyone could see

Holy shit

I feel his cum running down my legs and I need a tissue asap

Getting to the couch quickly, I get tissues from my bag to wipe his cum away

The next thing I know, my back is hitting the soft couch, Yunho on top of me, kissing me silly

"Need you again", he murmurs

"Again?", I giggle, so ready for more of him

"Mmm hmmm", he murmurs, "You'll see baby, I like sex a lot and I love making my girl cum a ridiculous amount. Are you ready for that"

"So ready", I assure him

"I can be sweet baby", he says, kissing a spot on my neck that has my body arching into his, "But I can also wreck you"

"Mmm I get the best of both worlds huh?"

"One hundred percent", he says, looking at me, "I love you"

"I love you Yunnie"

He smiles then kisses me again

🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕

One year later

Yunho POV

"Here Yunnie", she asks me, holding the part of the car engine in the spot I need it to be

"Yeah baby. Just hold it until I can secure it in"

"Ok", she answers

I get the tools I need and proceed to bolt the part down where it needs to go

Once it's in, she removes her hands, grease on them

"Eww", she says

I laugh, "You should be used to it by now baby"

She's helped me fix lots of cars before

She works with me now, kinda like a secretary, handling calls, billing, payments and on the side I teach her about cars

Being in my shop with me everyday, she asked to learn how to fix cars

So I have her help me with basic auto repairs but the body work and paint I do with Jongho while she watches

She told me she doesn't want to do that kinda work, just fix cars

This last year she learned a lot and with basic things I can trust her to fix the cars by herself but she always wants me with her

I think it's just to have me there not because she's not confident or doesn't know what she's doing

She likes when I'm around her and it's not a problem because that's where I always want to be

With her

"Yeah but still...", she whines, making me laugh harder

She smirks, then wipes her fingers on my cheek

"Again jagi?"

She giggles, "You know how cute I think you look with grease on your face"

I grin, nodding

She's told me that before

She also mentioned it looked hot the first time I met her, when I was the intimidating hot guy

Now she calls me her big teddy bear

Who can get wild sometimes

I grab her by the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling her into my lap, "And do I look cute now?"

"Mmm nope", she shakes her head, "Right now you look sexy"

I smile, pulling her in for a kiss

Her lips press against mine, fire running up my spine and heating my entire body

It's like this every time I kiss her

From the very first time

That first kiss blew me away and it confirmed what I already knew

That I was stupidly in love with her

I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her

I did

But as time went on, I fell hard

It wasn't something I wanted or was looking for

It just happened

I denied it for as long as I could but that day, when she was basically saying goodbye, I knew I couldn't let her go

And here we are, a year later, living together in my apartment, working together in the shop

All the things I never thought I'd have before but I do now because of her

My jagi

"Oh god again? Can you two lay off the kissing already?", Jongho complains as he walks in, "God it's like you two got together yesterday"

She pulls away laughing while I glare at him

He's always doing this

Interrupting

"What do you want?", I growl

"Easy baby", she says softly, playing with my hair, calming me

I know I get really defensive when it comes to her but she always knows how to calm me down

"It's here", he says, throwing me the keys

"What's here?", she asks

"New car", I reply, standing up, her arms flying around my neck while squealing

"You know I'd never drop you", I tell her, kissing her nose and putting her down

"Yeah but a warning would be nice", she grumbles adorably

I kiss the top of her head, taking her hand and leading her out to the front of the shop where the cars are parked

"Oh my god", she gasps, "Is that really the Skyline Brian had in the Fast and the Furious?"

I smirk, "Yeah baby"

She lets go of my hand and runs to it, gaping as she walks around it

One thing I'm happy about, I converted her into a car girl

She knows almost as many makes and models as I do

I even taught her how to drive a stick shift car

And the Skyline GTR R36 is her favorite car

"This is so cool! Who brought it in? What needs to be fixed?"

"Nothing jagi", I answer, "It's in perfect condition"

"Amazing!", she gushes, "It's right side drive too! Whose is it?"

"Jagi", I call

She looks up as I toss her the keys

She catches them, looking at me confused, "It's yours"

"Shut the fuck up, no it's not", she exclaims

"Yeah baby it is"

"But how...what....why...huh?", she splutters as I walk over to her

"Well you always say you need a new car baby"

"That was before we moved in together. We go to the same places now and you drive us"

I shrug, going behind her, wrapping my arms around her, leaning my chin on her shoulder, "But you're right, you need a car to do other things you like to do. So you don't have to wait for me all the time"

"I don't care about that baby. I get to be with you"

I know she doesn't, which is why I will give her the world, the stars and the moon

Anything she asks for

"I know jagi but I want you to have your own car"

"But a skyline?"

"Of course baby. It's your favorite. Of course I'm getting you your favorite"

"It... it's too much Yunnie. This has to cost a fortune"

It was pricey but like I said, anything for her

It wasn't like I couldn't afford it

"You're worth it baby. I love you more than anything and I'll do anything for you", I tell her, "So please jagi, just take it ok?"

She turns in my arms, her arms around my neck, "You are too much Jeong, Yunho"

I smile, "Nothing is too much for you"

She smiles widely, "Thank you so much baby. I love you more than anything Yunnie"

"I love you more than anything Jo. You're my everything"

"And you're mine", she whispers, her lips against mine in a sweet kiss

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a060403 · 7 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, afab!reader, p in v, daddy!kink, overprotective, controlling, degradation, biting, bleeding, slapping, slight angst, explicit language, rough sex, overstimulation, not proofread, grammatical errors, oneshot

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

Miguel got home exhausted from a long day of work and just wanted to relax with his wife. He entered the house and noticed how dark it was and called for her but she didn't respond, so he called again; nothing.

He frowned, becoming concerned. He set down his things and walked through the house, calling for her again. “Y/N! Where are you?”

He went into their bedroom and found it empty as well. Panic starting to creep in, he quickly ran back out of the room and dialed her number on his phone. "The number you dialed is not—" he ended the call and tried over and over again. She's not picking up. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 p.m.

His heart started racing as he realized how late it was. He quickly grabbed his keys and phone, heading out the door. “Fuck!” He murmured under his breath as he raced towards her workplace, hoping she was still there when he arrived.

He got there quickly and his whole body went rigid when he heard that no one had seen her. She didn't even go there in the first place. He drove back home and saw the inside of their house lit. He felt a small amount of hope that it might be her so he parked his car quickly and entered. She was not in the living room, so he ran his way to their bedroom and there she was. She was taking off her clothes and rummaging through their closet to find her pajamas for the night.

He stood by the door and felt relieved that she was home but his anger was quick to take over. “Where have you been?! I was worried sick about you!” His voice trembled with fear and concern as he pulled her into a hug. She was surprised and hugged him back. “I went out.”

Miguel pulled away from her, his eyes flashing with anger. “Out?! At this hour?! With no one knowing where you are?!” He shook his head in disbelief, turning away to pace the room again.

“Miguel, I'm fine. See?” She stood up. “I lost track of time so I didn't know.” He stopped pacing and turned back to face her, a hard line forming between his eyebrows. “You could have been hurt! Something could have happened to you!” His voice was stern and cold, mirroring the look in his eyes.

“Amor, I'm okay.” She walked towards him, cupping his face with both her hands. “I'm okay.”

He tried to pull away from her, but she held on tightly. “Don't "Amor" me right now! You scared the living shit out of me!”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before turning his back on her. “I need you to understand how dangerous that was.” His voice softened slightly as he looked into her eyes intently.

“And I do, okay? I went out to visit a friend today and I lost track of time.” She reasoned, still speaking softly as before. “I should've called but I didn't. I'm sorry.”

He turned back around, anger flaring up in his eyes once again. “You're not sorry! Do you know how worried I was? How could you be so irresponsible and put yourself in danger like that?” He yelled at her, shaking with rage as he pointed a finger in her face. “I'm sorry.” She spoke softly, knowing that it was pointless to match his frustration right now and also because she was in fact at fault.

Miguel took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. “Fine. You're going to stay here from now on until I say otherwise. Understood?” His voice was stern and cold as he turned away once again.

“What? No! You can't do that. Look, I understand my mistake but that's too much.”

He turned back around, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “Do you think I'm playing around? You put yourself in danger and now I need to make sure it doesn't happen again.”

“I understand but not letting me out? This isn't prison Miguel, this is our home. You're not doing that.”

Miguel crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Oh? And who's going to stop me from keeping you locked up like the irresponsible and reckless woman that you are?” His eyes darkened with possession as he stepped closer to her.

She scoffed. “Miguel, I know my mistake and I've apologized. Keeping me here is absurd.”

Miguel reached out, grabbing her chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Absurd? Do you think this is absurd? What about how it feels to know that you could have been hurt or worse because of your carelessness?!” His voice rose in anger as he held her gaze defiantly.

“But I'm okay, aren't I? I made it home. I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't safe and I was.”

“I'm okay. I'm safe.” She added.

Miguel pulled her closer, his lips curling into a sneer. “Yes, you're okay. For now. But that doesn't change the fact that your actions put yourself in danger and caused me unimaginable worry. And as long as I can't trust you to take care of yourself, you will be staying here where I know you're safe.”

His voice was cruel and unforgiving as he stared down at her with a possessive glare. He saw the tears welling up in her eyes and his heart hardened even more. He wasn't going to be taken advantage of like this.

“Don't you dare cry, Y/N. I'm not gonna fall for that. What you did was stupid and irresponsible.” He pushed her away gently but firmly. “Go take a shower and get ready for bed. We'll discuss this further tomorrow when you've had some time to cool off.”

While Y/N was in the shower, Miguel sat down on their bed with his back against the headboard. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down from earlier. He opened his eyes as he felt her presence in the room. He didn't turn to look at her, instead choosing to continue staring straight ahead. “Come here.”

She made her way to him, not making eye contact. He took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions?”

“Yes.” She spoke in a near-whisper.

He let out a sigh, feeling slightly satisfied with her answer. “Good. Now get in bed.”

Miguel closed his eyes, trying to relax despite the tension in the room. He couldn't help but feel possessive and protective over his wife, even though he tried to hide it. She decided to lay with her back facing him. He hated how he could hear the soft sobs coming from her, he turned to see how her body was slightly trembling, trying her best to not let him hear her cry.

He turned to look at her, his heart melting despite himself. “Y/N... don't cry. It's not worth your tears,” He reached out and pulled her closer, gently brushing the tears from her cheeks. “I know you didn't mean any harm by what you did earlier. Get some sleep, okay? We can talk more in the morning when we're both calm.”

He nuzzled his nose in her neck inhaling her scent. 𝘽𝙞𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚. “Miguel what are you—” The smell of her skin invaded his system, stirring his cock awake. The feeling of her soft body made his body hot. He hated how much he was craving for her right now. How he needs a release. His rough hands caressed her skin, making her body tingle.

She let out quiet whimpers of pleasure as Miguel went down on her. His teeth graze her skin and leave marks all over her body. She felt how her underwear was beginning to get soaked from all this heat.

Feeling how Y/N's body reacts to his touch, Miguel pushes aside her nightgown and positions himself at her entrance. He thrust deep inside of her with one smooth motion, filling her. “This is what you do to me... this fear of losing you. It drives me so fucking insane.” He trapped her beneath him as he began to move slowly within her.

“Miguel—ow!” She cried, but he didn't stop nor did he care. He picked up the pace and started ramming in and out of her hard, rough. Like he wanted her to feel his pain.

His movements became more forceful, fueled by his possessive desire for her. He couldn't help but feel like he was claiming what was rightfully his. “You did this... you made a mistake and I'm gonna make sure you learn from it.” His thrusts grew harder and deeper as he continued pounding into her with unrelenting fervor.

Her nails dug deep into his skin, enough to make them bleed. She bit his shoulder to suppress a moan. Her lips shudder with bliss at how she loves the roughness he's giving her. How her cunt always begged to be abused by him and how she would beg for it. “More, Miguel, please—”

Feeling her response to his touch, Miguel lost control entirely. He pinned both of her wrists above her head with one hand while using the other to roughly squeeze and play with her breasts.

“Look at you. You look like a fucking whore.”

“Fucking bitch, you like this?” He slaps her. “You like it like this?” His thrusts became even harder as he continued to dominate their fucking session. “Go on baby, beg. Fucking beg Daddy to take care of this needy little pussy. Beg Daddy to punish you.”

“Yes,” She frantically pled, her hips bucking onto his dick. “Please, Daddy… Fuck my pussy good!”

Hearing her submit to him and use the word "Daddy" only served to further fuel his possessive desires. He slapped her again and grabbed her by the neck, he growled low in his throat as he slammed into Y/N with all of his might. “Apologize. Say you're sorry for making Daddy worried.”

“Daddy fuck—” She gasped. His dick successfully hitting all her sensitive spots, fucking her stupid. “I'm sorry! I-I'm sorryyy.”

Miguel's movements became even more erratic, his anger and lust combining to create a violent yet exhilarating experience for both of them. “You're so fucking tight—fuck.” He bit down on her neck hard enough to leave a bruise before pulling out of her wet sex and coming all over her stomach in long hot bursts.

As he pulled out of Y/N, he didn't miss the sight of his cum dripping down her belly, how she ran her fingers on her cum covered stomach. He felt a small twinge of satisfaction at how thoroughly he had claimed her.

“Clean yourself up. We have an early morning tomorrow.”

He rolled off of her, leaving her to clean herself while he tried to regain some semblance of composure in the darkness. He chose to sleep in their guest bedroom that night, afraid of what his body might do to her. He resents the idea of how vulnerable he is to her tricks, how her moan can stir him awake in an instant, how her touch can make his body burn.

Miguel didn't sleep much that night, his mind filled with thoughts of Y/N and their intense encounter. He was both aroused and unsettled by how deeply she affected him.

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incorrectbatfam · 11 months

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Batfam’s Father’s Day plans

(also on Ao3)

"Morning, Bruce."

The way Stephanie says that instantly makes him look up. She traces her socked toe on the right angles of the tile, looking down.

"Morning, Steph." Bruce puts his coffee down. "Something wrong?"

"Huh?" She perks up in realization. "No, not at all. I actually just have something for you. I stopped by Walgreens on patrol last night 'cause I ran out of antiseptic, and I saw something that reminded me of you."

She hands him a dark blue greeting card with a cartoon fruit bat and Comic Sans text reading: You drive me batty, but I love you.

"Get it? 'Cause it's a bat, and you're the Batman." She scratches the back of her neck. "Not trying to make it weird or anything, you're just a cool mentor and whatnot. But also, it's nice to have someone who you can mess around with. My old man was always talking business even when he was at home—you kinda do that too, but in a good way 'cause anything's better than being a D-list villain, y'know. Plus, unlike him, you're working on striking a balance. Sometimes you even have a sense of humor." She chuckles awkwardly. "Anyway, I'm going on a jog. Text me if you need anything."

Before he processes her rambling, she grabs a granola bar and races out the door. He opens the card and out falls out a handful of purple confetti plus an ever-rare two-dollar bill. Smiling, he brushes the confetti up and puts it in his shirt pocket.

Bruce checks his watch. Everyone else is already out, except for Cass. She was out late last night on that Clayface mission, but even she should be up by this time. He fixes her a bowl of cereal with the package instructions and brings it upstairs.

"Cass?" He knocks. "Are you up yet? It's past 9:30."

He hears the duvet crunch like a candy wrapper as she shuffles around. A moment later, the door swings open as a messy-haired Cass yawns.

"I'll leave this up here for you," he says, putting the bowl on the dresser. "Any big plans today?"

She shakes her head. "Write reports. And relax."

"Well, you deserve a break. Great job on the stakeout, Princess." He plants a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Love," she says.

"Huh?"

"Favorite thing you do. Love."

He laughs softly. "I try. Now go get dressed."

The rest of the day goes by like any other. Despite it being Sunday, he still has a meeting scheduled with some Singaporean investors on their timezone. By eleven, he and some other executives are gathered around the long conference table as the video call drones on, and it's not until over an hour later that they're finally let out. Bruce loosens his tie and Tim does the same, sighing in relief and exhaustion.

Bruce asks, "Did you have lunch yet?"

"Oh, I forgot that's a thing," Tim says, stretching. "Hey, remember that ice cream place on 32nd?"

"You want ice cream for lunch?"

"I'd break your no killing rule for their M&M cookie sundae, okay?" he says. "Besides, remember when you took my friends and I there even though we massively bombed our first off-world fight? I might still be a massive perfectionist but that made me get a little more comfortable with failing. Anyway, I thought it'd be cool to stroll down memory lane—and have junk food as a meal without Alfred knowing. Unless you're busy, which I totally get."

"Not at all," Bruce replies, putting an arm around Tim's shoulders. "Duke and Damian will be at the arcade all day and I don't have any urgent side business."

And so, instead of calling Alfred for a ride, they journey through the Gotham subways with Tim's camera capturing the Grammy-worthy saga of a billionaire CEO battling a common turnstyle. They get a few side-glances in the sparse train car, but besides a teenager asking for Tim's autograph, the civilians leave them alone. Pretty soon, they're at a 1950s-themed ice cream parlor, where the waitress slides their orders down the long chromium bar.

"Why do they call it a banana split?" Bruce asks, grabbing the cocoa powder shaker.

Tim pauses mid-bite of his cookie. "...Because they split the banana in half?"

"Really?"

He moves the whipped cream aside to reveal the cut banana in Bruce's dish.

"How would it sound if I said I never noticed that?"

He smirks. "That's why I'm the brains of this operation."

"Indeed you are." Bruce ruffles his hair. "Though this head of yours could use some shampoo."

"Will saying I love you get me a free pass out of it?"

"No." He laughs. "But I love you too, son."

Alfred catches on to their little dessert escapade and picks them up from the parlor, though not without commenting on the strawberry stain on Bruce's jacket. As Tim plugs his music into the car, Bruce takes the time to listen to the voicemails he got during their lunch break.

"Hiya Bruce," Clark's voice plays. "I hope today's going swell for you. I just want you to know that I'm glad I can call you my pard'ner." Bruce snickers at the country twang.

Next is Diana. "Bruce, I apologize if I must keep this brief since I have a curator's convention today. However, I wish to tell you that you are an invaluable teammate and even more remarkable friend."

"Hey Batman, I gave you a shoutout to the Central City press for your help taking down Weather Wizard," Barry says. "Also, thanks for letting me borrow your communicator. I can always count on you to be overprepared. Have a good one!"

"Bats, tell your kid to quit taking my yogurt from the fridge." Ah, good old Hal. "Also, today's all about guys like you, so... yeah. I admit, you could be worse."

Finally, there's one from Zatanna. "Afternoon, Bruce! I'd tell you in person if I wasn't caught up in Kahndaq, but I hope today is extra special for you. I know how much the birds mean to you, and I know they're gonna treat you well."

(There's also one from Ollie, but he's just asking if he can use the communicator after Barry. In the background, Dinah is is clearly ordering food.)

After dropping Tim and Alfred home and switching to a more discreet vehicle, Bruce makes his way to pick two of his other kids up from the arcade.

"Did you guys have fun?" Bruce asks as they climb in.

"We decimated every game," Damian says, "and won you the finest specimen as a trophy."

He plops a five-foot Snorlax into the front seat and buckles the seatbelt.

"This is for me?" Bruce asks.

"Tt, who else would it be for?"

"I didn't win as many tickets," Duke says, "but I also got you a spider ring and a Chinese finger trap." He puts them in the cupholder.

"Why are you giving me all your prizes?"

"Again, who else would we give them to?" Damian asks.

Duke says, "I think what he means is that you do a lot for us, so this is a thanks from us."

As silly as it might seem, Bruce is genuinely touched.

Pre-patrol dinner is a quiet affair, with Kate stopping by because she apparently forgot to go grocery shopping. She takes a fingerling potato off his plate.

"Um, you're welcome?" he says.

"Bruce, we're family. It's what we do." She takes a bite.

He takes a piece of asparagus from her. "I wish all of us were here, though. Too bad Dick and Jason have that Penguin stakeout. Hopefully they're being safe."

"Even if things go wrong, they were taught by the best. You should trust them more." Selina gets up and places a peck on his cheek before going to get a drink.

"I do," he mumbles into his meal. "It's the world I don't trust."

As he puts on his cowl, he asks Barbara for an update on the evening. So far, Duke is handling a carjacking, the girls are preoccupied with a strip mall hostage situation, Damian is patrolling Metropolis with Jon, and Kate is kicking off her shift with a car chase against Two-Face. Tim and Selina are staying back to catch up on some overdue reports, but other than that, the cave is quiet.

"Before you go," Barbara says, "my dad was cleaning out the attic and found something you might like."

From her bag, she pulls out a blue mug that says: World's Okayest Dad.

"My brother got it for him a long time ago, but... you know. It's all yours now, if you want it."

He takes it, running his thumb along the words.

"It suits you," she says before turning back to relay something to Stephanie.

The route laid out for him tonight gives him the perfect opportunity to swing by and check on two of his boys. He lands on the rooftop silently, where Nightwing and Red Hood have already set up camp. Evidently, they don't notice him as they keep going with their conversation.

"Did you get dropped on your head as a baby?" Jason asks. "Sour cream and Greek yogurt are not the same thing."

"They totally are, change my mind." Dick glances through his binoculars. "No sign of Cobblepot yet."

A moment goes by as Jason not-so-covertly steals some of his brother's patrol snacks.

"So how'd family therapy go yesterday?" Jason asks. "Did the old bat finally show an emotion?"

"It was pretty insightful, at least on my part." Dick lowers his binoculars. "I think I realized where Bruce's persistence comes from. It's annoying as hell, but I think that's how he maintains hope. And who knows, maybe it's his love language."

Jason scoffs.

"I'm serious," he says. "I know none of us are stellar at this family thing, but we care about each other. You can't deny that. We just gotta... refine how we express it."

"Count me out."

"Jaybird."

"Codenames, Dickhead."

Dick snickers. "You love us, admit it. All of us."

Jason mutters a string of curses under his breath before saying, "If you tell him, I'm filling your mattress with sour cream."

Bruce smiles and leaps to the next building.

At the end of the night, Bruce finds Alfred brewing tea in the kitchen and takes the kettle from him.

"I got this," he says. "Why don't you go relax in the living room? I think they added your favorite detective movie to Netflix."

"This is a pleasant surprise." Alfred raises an eyebrow. "What brought it on?"

"It's Father's Day, of course," he replies, pouring the cups of tea. "You know you've always been a second dad to me."

"You made that clear with last year's breakfast surprise," Alfred says. "Care to join me?"

"Always," Bruce says. "By the way, do the kids seem different to you today?"

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