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staytiny-angel · 5 years

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The Demon's Lair - Part 2

Rating: Overall E, this chapter T

Main Pairing: Seth Rollins/Becky Lynch (Warning they aren't monogamous for much of the story)

Side Pairings: Roman Reigns/Jon Moxley/Renee Young, Finn Balor/Violet Balor(OC), Baron Corbin/Randy Orton/Ember Moon, Sasha Banks/Bayley/Xavier Woods, The Miz/Maryse

Summary: Fire? Meet Gasoline.

Taglist - @askauradonprep @rxllynch @neversatisfiedgirl @superrezzy00 @axelwolf8109 @swifteforeverandalways @hitory--chan @riottbliss @viperslunatic

Seth gingerly pulled his black dress shirt over the welts on his back as Violet knelt in front of him petting his face and hair "Feel better, precious one?"

Seth nodded in reply still a little spaced out from the endorphins. Finn entered the room again face clean from the paint that had given his handsome features their demonic appearance.

"So her name is Rebecca?"' he finally spoke

" Yes, she's a little younger than you. I've known her since she was a little girl. We came to America together but she moved down south when she met her former girlfriend, it was right before I met you actually. You just missed each other." Finn explained, "She's going to run the main bar since Jordan decided to return to school full time."

"I think I saw her. Orange-red hair, dressed in yellow and black leather?" Seth says as Finn helped him to his feet

"That would be Rebecca. Miss Rebecca or Miss Becky to you." Violet told him. "That shirt is much too tight to button over your back."

Seth nodded at the unspoken command "I'll keep it open"

Becky Lynch had not expected to like working at Finn's club after everything Charlotte had put her though because of her hatred of Becky's kinks, but her The Lair was like nothing she'd ever seen during her years as part of the scene. The members of the Lair acted more like a family than any other club she'd ever been a part of. It was surprising how all of them acted around one another despite many of the members' celebrity status, It had been a crazy moment, her when first night working the bar when Mike Mizanin and his wife Maryse just walked up and casually spoke to her, to her surprise the couple were very down to earth and just as funny as they were on their sitcom Miz and Mrs, though she'd wanted to slap Finn for not telling her he had the rich and famous frequenting his club. So far in her month behind the bar, she'd met several MMA fighters, a defensive lineman for the Giants, and she was currently talking to Ember Moon, a New York Times bestselling author. It was all so surreal. The only member of the club Finn ever mentioned was Seth Rollins. Becky had heard a lot about the millionaire CEO in her month at the club. Apparently, he was something of a legend around the Lair. He'd helped Finn get the club off the ground and Finn had introduced the man to the lifestyle. She knew he was at the club tonight but all she'd seen was long dark hair and a fancy suit as he headed into Finn's private domain.

The door to Finn's dungeon finally opened and Finn stepped followed by Violet who was holding on the arm of the man from before now looking much less agitated, fancy black shirt left unbuttoned to reveal a toned chest dotted with scrapes and bruises, and an impressive 6 pack.

Ember whistled from a bar stool off to the side of her "Seeing Sethie's chest is always a treat"

"What CEO looks like that?" Becky wondered aloud " and he's all banged up"

"One who served in the Army for the better part of a decade, including 3 tours of Afghanistan" Ember explained "Seth sometimes takes mercenary missions if they require his specific skill set. He's been gone on one for the last month"

"Wait, wasn't this guy born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth?" Becky looked at the other woman surprised

"Mama Trish….that's Seth's mom, by the way. Well, she may have raised a spoiled brat but he's also got a hero complex a mile wide after what went down with his Dad. Nasty business that was, Seth went into the military right after he graduated High School. Roman and Moxie, Miss Renee's boys? They followed him in. The four of them went to the same ritzy private schools, known each other since they were all little kids. One of my boyfriends was a few years above them. The silver spoon thing is funny though since Seth's middle name is Sterling"

"Hey! Are you mocking my name?" The man in question says in a raspy voice as he walks up to them.

"Your Mama named you Sterling, she cast that die for you already," Ember says hugging Seth after casting a glance at her Dom and getting a nod in answer.

"Sup, Emmy," Seth said taking a seat at the bar.

"Seth, Miss Rebecca. Becky, the Lair's chief pain in the ass." Finn introduced the pair to each other.

Seth rolled his eyes at Finn before smiling at Becky "Pleased to finally meet you Miss Rebecca" he said politely "Seth Rollins" he introduced himself properly

Becky's brain actually stuttered for a second. This man was too damn gorgeous for her own well being, after a moment she internally shook her thoughts back into place and reminded herself she was NOT looking for a new Sub, especially not a buff, tanned millionaire one.

"Be a good Kitten." Violet leaned in and kissed Seth softly "If you can find someone to play with tonight has fun! If not you are welcome to come home with us as always, my darling"

"Yes, Miss Violet. I'm taking the day off tomorrow. Moxie and Ro changed the security codes on the facility and all my work-related computer systems for 24 hours. They locked me out"

"I told them to, Mo Chroi" Finn tells him. "You need a day for yourself. Go to the gym, tend to your plants but you are not allowed near your headquarters until Wednesday understand?"

Seth bowed gracefully "Yes, My Liege"

Finn and Violet swept off to their personal VIP Booth, while Seth settled into his normal spot at the bar to chat with Ember as Becky looked on, laughing at something the tiny African American woman was telling him.

"What do you think my Queen?" Finn asks his wife

"I think they might be exactly what the other needs. Becky already thinks he's cute, I can tell" Violet replied

Are you okay?" Ember asked Seth seriously after joking around for a few more minutes. "You hardly take on solo missions anymore."

"Favor to one of Mom's country club buddies. Her friend's daughter got snatched while the girl was on a trip with her Dad. Tracked her over there, got her back relatively unharmed" Seth explained succinctly. One of Ember's Doms worked for Seth and had known him for most of his life, Sso she knew more about what he actually did for a living then most of his friends at the club.

"I'm glad. Now imma ask again cause you just tried to derail me. Are YOU okay?" Ember said grabbing the bigger man's shoulders gently and making him look her in the eye.

Becky watched as Seth ducked his head and then rolled his eyes at his friend "I'm better. Majesties worked me over a bit."

"Emmy." A deep midwestern accented voice said as Randy Orton walked back up to the bar. "Time to go. Baron's flight gets here in 2 hours"

"Yes Sir" Ember said lightly, accepting her boyfriend's hand and getting down off the barstool.

"Won't be in till Wednesday Viper, Royal decree." Seth told the older man

"Good. Tired of having to call the Doc in because your stubborn ass don't know when to go the fuck home. See you then, Boss" Randy replied before he and Ember headed out of the Lair, leaving Becky and Seth staring at each other

"Would you like a drink?" Becky asks him "Finn tells me this fancy-ass coffee set up is your doing?"

"I don't really drink, spent too many years trying to find death at the bottom of a whiskey bottle." Seth tells her bluntly "So yeah the fancy-ass coffee set up is for me."

"I'm assuming Finn told you to behave with me? He warned me about you while you were gone" Becky said easily despite being internally taken aback by the lighting fast change in attitude

She watched as Seth visibly took a deep breath "I apologize, Miss Rebecca, Miss Becky?" He said questioningly continuing when the redhead nodded "I apologize for my behavior Miss Becky, I wasn't prepared for Ember to ask about my last job and it was a…..rough one."

"Your forgiven, míshásamh," She said with a small smile that got bigger when Seth tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy "Six years being Finn's friend and sometimes boyfriend has taught me quite a bit of Irish but I don't know that word"

"Maybe, if you're a good boy, I'll tell you," Becky said with a smirk "Now if you want something fancier then a regular coffee, you're gonna have to come back here and make it yourself"

Seth grinned and nimbly leaped over the bar landing to the left of her, letting out a low cackle when she didn't budge "I can do that"

#Shai Writes #The Demon's Lair #Seth Rollins #Becky Lynch #Finn Balor #Rollynch #Ballins #Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins #Seth Rollins/Finn Balor #Seth Rollins/Finn Balor/OFC

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mercurytail · 6 years

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Shifting Sands Chapter 4

:D I proudly present Chapter four! Thanks to @the-hallowed-lady for betaing.

Please be aware that this chapter contains Sexual content.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/15223778/chapters/35309981

Shifting Sands Chapter 4

(Important: The weapon later in the story used by the bounty hunter in Mexico is a modified bolo tie, it is made of wire and the pendant is a heating fixture, it enables the tie to decapitate and cauterize when cinched.)

McCree stirs just as the first light kisses the horizon, turning the sky into an array of blazing orange, vermillion, and lavender; the shy blue basking amongst them. McCree stands and looks to the other room, Hanzo lies on the bed, chest rising and falling steadily. He turns to the cabinet and grabs a bottle of painkillers; god knows he’ll need um. ‘So much for a ‘good night’s sleep’’, He downs four pills with a glass of water.

He peels off his shirt and leans over the sink to wash his hair. He then cleans up his face in the mirror. Satisfied with his priming, he briefly considers grabbing a clean shirt but decides against it so as not to awaken Hanzo. He tosses his old shirt in the corner with the rest of his dirty clothes. He peels off the gauze from his wound and treats it, then dresses it with clean dressings.

When finished, he stows the kit away and returns to the kitchen. He doesn’t have much in the ways of food, but with the rye bread, dried heirloom beans, bacon, leftover avocado and peach preserves, there is the makings of a decent meal in his opinion. He sets his beans to soak and looks over the route they’ll take to his supplier in Santa Fe.

He occupies himself while the beans soak with a cigarillo outside. A couple hours pass and he walks back in. He heats a pan and cooks up the bacon, while two slices of bread tick away in the toaster. He takes the beans from the water and fries them in the leftover bacon grease. Once they're cooked to his liking he mashes them and smears some on half a slice of toast, he lays avocado over them. He spoons a dollop of peach preserves on the side and calls it good.

*grunt*

McCree hears Hanzo stir in the other room. He smirks to himself and scoops up the plates.

***

Hanzo wakes to the sunlight streaming from under the door, he sits up with a groan. The smell of bacon wafts through the air. Hanzo turns and places his feet on the floor, but before he can stand the door opens.

“Mornin’” McCree greets him. Shirtless.

“Good Morning,” Hanzo nods briefly stunned by the man’s soft-toned muscular chest. A water droplet glides down McCree’s chest from his still slightly damp hair.

“Figured’ you’d be mighty famished, what with the day you had yesterday,” He places the plate down on Hanzo’s lap. Then quickly returns with two glasses of water. He sits down on the floor across from Hanzo with his own plate in hand.

Hanzo’s takes in the meal on his lap. The golden preserves are nestled up against the glistening crispy bacon. Hanzo soon realizes just how starved he feels with the pain that blossoms in his gut, he drools slightly. He snaps from his trance and wipes the drool on the back of his hand. He picks up a strip of bacon and scoops up the sweet preserves onto it. The sweet and salty flavor is heavenly in his mouth.

He notices McCree waits kindly till he’s nearly done with his beans on toast to speak.

“So, if you were headed to Gibraltar, How’d you end up here?” McCree says as he finishes chewing a strip of bacon and reaches for his water glass.

Hanzo takes a strip of avocado, chews and swallows it before answering. “As I stated before, I do not know. I had been on a job in Germany when they double-crossed me, I was forced to flee and the last I remember is being confronted with a bomb. I destroyed it. After the explosion, I found myself here.”

“Did you use your lightning to destroy it?” McCree inquires.

“Yes…” Hanzo now finished eating, sips at his water.

“Sounds to me like you might a’ made a rift, what with all that energy being concentrated in one place.” McCree shrugs.

“Rift? Like a kind of space rift?” Hanzo furrows his brow in ah that McCree would have this type of knowledge.

“Yeah, had it happen to me once back in my service days. One second, I was facin’ off against some baddies in Russia, the next, I’m laid out on my ass in the middle a flock of sheep in New Zealand. Helluv’ a ride. Took Winston two weeks to figure out what had happened.” McCree stands and motions for Hanzo’s plate.

“I see…” Hanzo hands the plate over and leans back on his arms on the bed. “By any means, the coincidence of my appearance here was a blessing in disguise for the both of us it seems.” McCree flashes him a wide smile and walks to the kitchen. Hanzo follows.

McCree places the plates in the sink and gives them a quick rinse. “I’m assumin’ you’ll want to shower before we head out. Imma’ pack up some things and get my bike ready.” McCree walks into the bedroom, Hanzo hears him rustling around. The man returns carrying a bundle of clothes and a sleek grey duffle bag. “Help yourself to anything ya’ see.” McCree motions to the soaps near the shower and then proceeds to exit the shack leaving Hanzo to himself.

Hanzo looks at the door for a short moment, He then walks over to his bag and pulls out his comb, razor, and tea soup bar. He lays them on the floor by the wall mirror. He peels off his remaining clothes and folds them individually, laying them over the back of the leather recliner. Lastly, he pulls the yellow silk tie from his hair; it cascades over his shoulders. He reaches up and runs his fingers over his scalp, savouring the release. He turns the knob and allows it to heat up before stepping under the spray.

Hanzo’s sharp cheekbones glisten in the light. He scrubs his hands over the hardened edge of his abs and hip bone. His hard-toned body feels good under is touch. He takes his razor and runs over every inch of himself; he trims up his unruly lower bush, and then trims his beard. He washes his face and hair then rinses off. He towels off and wrings out his hair, then ties it into a high ponytail, his hair and silken ribbon drape down his back. He slips on a black cut-out tank and his Aztec designed pants and puts his gear over top, he then sits in the leather chair to lace and buckle up his boots.

He moves over to his bag and checks its contents. He will need to replace his missing knife, as well as a heady set of arrows and arrowheads. He reaches for Storm bow and gives it an once-over. His bow could use tuning when there was time for it. He repacks then straps on his bag and quiver and places Storm bow over his shoulder.

He then walks out into the morning sun. It’s not hot quite yet but Hanzo senses that will soon change. He talks off his jacket and ties it around his waist. He then turns and makes his way to the back of the shed, where he hears McCree scuffling about.

***

McCree walks around to the back of the shed and opens the hatch. He climbs down into the basement and walks over to his workbench. He places the duffle bag and change of clothes down. He turns and strips, then slips on the clean Shirt and brown suede pants, he rolls up the bottom a couple loops. He folds and places the dirty clothes in the duffle.

He then takes his chest armour off the wall and straps it on. He turns back and takes the chaps off the wall from where they’re hanging and folds them; placing them in the duffle. He takes his holster and straps it on placing Peacekeeper in her place. He unzips a side pocket of the duffle and places spare bullets and flash bangs in it, as well as essentials such as painkillers, sterile wrap, a flashlight, granola bars, and a tin for water.

He places the packed duffle in the saddle bag of the Atlas and buckles it. He slips his switch knife and the bike keys in his pocket, then wraps on his serape; topping it all off with his beloved hat. He takes his bike and pulls it up out onto the packed desert clay then closes and latches the hatch.

Hanzo walks around the corner.

“All packed and ready to go.” McCree tips his hat at Hanzo and winks. “You look refreshed.”

Hanzo ignores the gesture, “The shower was agreeable. Is this the only mode of transportation you have?” Hanzo motions to the Atlas, less than pleased.

McCree cocks his head and looks from the bike to Hanzo and back. “If you’re hatin’ on her, you can just walk. Or we could travel by Sand,” McCree looks Hanzo in the eye. “Or lightning in your case.”

Hanzo bristles, “That would be unsafe and impractical for energy conservation.”

To that McCree moves to the bike and mounts it. He turns and pats the back seat, grinning at Hanzo. Hanzo walks over and saddles the bike behind McCree.

McCree starts the bike and looks back at Hanzo. “Hold on Darlin’,” McCree kicks the bike to life and guns off. Hanzo flails back but finds his hands soon clasp securely around McCree’s waist. He frowns slightly to himself from how much he likes it more than he should. McCree grins to himself all the while. They fall into a comfortable silence.

***

They make it to the supplier in Santa Fe by the late afternoon.

McCree pulls into the alleyway and knocks on the side door of a redbrick apartment building in a rundown part of town. Hanzo stands beside him. A cat walks out from behind a dumpster, completely black all over except for two small white dots just above its brow arches. “You have horns, my friend.” It mewls at him; Hanzo bends down and calmly strokes it. The small hatch at eye level on the door slides open and McCree exchanges words with the man.

Soon the door swings open and they are let inside. The cat follows. The room inside is small, each wall of redbrick possess a fluorescent bar light. The wall across from the door has a waist-high counter, above that are bars to protect the seller; flaking green paint hanging from them. On the left wall is a pair of Iron doors, their glass windows fogged with years of grime. One door is cracked, showing a training mat and small target range inside. The cat leaps up onto the counter and squeezes under the bars, there is a small red pillow on a stool on the opposite side, it jumps up and rolls over on the pillow, all four paws in the air stretching languidly. The man who opened the door seals it and sits down on a padded chair in the corner. He picks up his newspapers and resumes reading it. He’s bulky but seemingly unarmed. But they all know that is a lie.

McCree makes his way up to the counter and knocks on it. “Melanie, you here?”

“Jesse, what brings your sorry ass to my shop?” A thin woman with bright purple shoulder length hair and a septum piercing walks out from the shadows among rows of shelves, she’s tan with black lipstick; a small gold chain hangs around her neck. She wears all skin-tight white clothes. “Oh! And you’ve brought company.” Her eye peruses Hanzo, “Mmmmm, and what fine company it is.”

“Don’t you got a man back home Mel?” McCree raises a brow.

“Just because a girl’s on a diet doesn’t mean she can’t browse the menu, and maybe taste test a little. Now, are you here for business? Or pleasure?” She places her hand on the counter and leans toward Hanzo accentuating her chest.

Hanzo sneers disinterestedly and looks to McCree.

“Sorry Mel, we’re here on pure business. I need a case of bullets and a bottle of gun oil. Also, whatever he needs.” McCree motions with his thumb back at Hanzo.

Hanzo moves forward, “I require a set of arrows, arrowheads, and a serrated pocket knife.”

“’humph’, aren’t you both needy.” She grins at them, “give me an hour and I’ll have it ready for you.” She waves them off and disappears back amongst the shelves, her bladed heels clicking in the darkness.

McCree turns to Hanzo, “you wanna’ spar to pass the time?”

Hanzo huffs amusedly, “I doubt you will present much of a challenge.”

McCree grins wickedly, “Hey now, don’t knock me till you try me.” He flicks his nose with his thumb and saunters into the training room. He removes his armor, hat, serape, and boots. Hanzo follows and removes his arm guard, bag, and boots. They both face each other on the mat and Hanzo bows then ready himself. “Now Darlin’ don’t you feel you have to take it easy on me.” McCree brings his fists up.

McCree swings forward with his left hand. Like a whip, Hanzo flashes out grabs McCree’s arm, curls into him and flips him over his shoulder onto the mat. “I never take it easy.”

McCree grunts on the mat, he rolls over and stands back up. He looks up at Hanzo with a wolfish grin. “Again.”

They ready themselves once more. Hanzo strikes out, going yet again for a disarm and takedown. McCree responds my fanning away. He surges back with a fake left jab when Hanzo responds he then glides his right arm around Hanzo’s head and pulls it back straight against his spine and forces him to the floor. Hanzo collapses and stares up at McCree standing smugly over him. He gets up and readies himself once more.

The next hour consists of both men equally being thrown, pulled, flipped, and driven into the mat. Both with a permanent grin on their face.

A bell rings from the other room. “’Ahem’ Gentlemen I hate to interrupt your date, but I have your items ready.” Melanie spouts from the other room. Hanzo scoffs and walks over to his things to redress. McCree grins and does the same. They both walk out and pay for their items. “Farewell, my dears!” She waves goodbye from her side of the counter. They walk to the door and out into the alley. McCree packs away his items and Hanzo stashes his things in his quiver bag.

“Do you want to stop for the night?” McCree flashes a raised eyebrow to Hanzo.

“That might be wise.” Hanzo joins McCree on the bike and they ride off.

Soon they pull up in front of a rather nice-looking hotel. McCree parks and turns to his duffle. He takes off his hat, and slicks back his hair. He removes his serape and folds it into the duffle. He straightens the wrinkles from his shirt; buttons it completely and tucks it in his pants. He pulls out a pair of thin frame glasses from his bag and places them low on his face. He then places the grey duffle on his shoulder and motions for Hanzo to follow. They make their way inside and to the front desk.

“Hello, a double king suit please, if you don’t mind.” McCree flashes a bright smile with a cheer Hanzo has yet to see from the man. His accent is completely different, and he exudes an arrogant energy.

“Of course, sir, May I have the name and duration of stay?” The receptionist chirps back typing away at the holoscreen.

“Joel Morricone for a single night.” McCree takes out his wallet and pulls out a credit card. It reads Joel J Morricone in the name slot. They pay and are given a room number. In the elevator, McCree is eerily quiet. Once they are in their room McCree shakes out his hair, takes off the glasses and returns them to their case in the duffle. “Which bed you want?” he asks as he simultaneously lays down on one of the two.

Hanzo lays his bag against the wall; he then smirks at McCree who has one eye open at him. “I will use the bathroom first.” Hanzo proceeds to grab an undershirt and a pair of sweatpants from his bag and locks the door to the bathroom behind him.

McCree rolls over and strips down to his underwear, taking a pair of sweatpants from his bag and slips them on. He lies down on the bed and tucks under the top downy comforter.

He smiles to himself. A feeling of fondness blooms in his chest. Not having to explain Joel to Hanzo was comforting. Hanzo knew the need of such alter egos, the requirement to be a different person when the time called for it. He turned over on his side and closed his eyes.

McCree was asleep when Hanzo came out of the bathroom. He pulled back the layers of his bed and crawled in. He turned off the shared porcelain lamp and folded into himself. His breath slowed gradually as he drifted off.

***

They wake at sunrise and travel all morning, they make it to a small Texas town about six hours from Dallas by lunchtime and they decide to stop and eat. Hanzo picks a classic looking diner. McCree comments that it looks a lot like the panorama Diner from back home. “Let’s hope the coffee’s at least drinkable.” They walk in and are seated into a red faux leather booth.

They are both given menus, McCree orders coffee and a glass of water, Hanzo requests mineral water. “I’ll get your drinks and you can order with me when you’re ready” chirps the waitress. She returns with their drinks and they shoo her off till later.

McCree looks over to Hanzo and seems about to say something when a ring echoes out from his pocket. McCree retrieves his communicator and looks at the ID. He furrows his brow and answers.

“Hello Mrs. Shewmore, I’m afraid I ain’t home right now so if you need help….” McCree pauses, his eyes widen. He takes the earpiece out from the communicator and hands it to Hanzo. Hanzo places it in his ear.

“Jesse, I needed to tell you. There was a man that came to my home searching for you.”

“Are you alr...?” McCree starts.

“I am fine, a bit worse for wear but alive, Son I need to know your safe. Ease this old lady’s heart.” She interrupts him and pleads.

“I am fine Mrs. I am off pretty far with a friend,” McCree says with a soft voice.

“Good.” She seems soothed.

“Can you tell us what happened?” McCree ducks his head into his hand propped on the table.

***

A knock sounds from the front step. Mrs. Shewmore scuffles to the screen and raises her eyes, her smiles drops. A Large hulking man stands on the other side. His skin is dark, presumably of mixed descent, freckles scatter across his face. His short, auburn red hair is shaved short. He wears a black short sleeve jacket with a white chest plate over it, military-grade pants with several large pockets adorn his legs; mid-calf boots on his feet.

“Hello Ma’am,” The man pushes open the screen door and forces his way in, “I’m looking for a man by the name of Jesse McCree. I hear tell you might know where he is.” He leans forward a bit casting a shadow over her.

“I am sorry but, I must ask you to leave.” She moves around him and toward the door. The man spins and grabs her by the throat thrusting her up against the wall. He continues normally. “You see, he took something real’ important from me. An’ I plan to make him pay for it.” Mrs. Shewmore grabs the vase on the side table near her and attempts to smash it over his head. The man grabs her arm however and bends it back, breaking it with a sickening snap. She screams out in pain. “Now, you either tell me where his little shithole is in this godforsaken dead land, or I can drag you around behind my truck with me till I find it.” He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a large chain.

***

A Shadow busts in the door of McCree’s shack. No one is home. The man angrily kicks the side table; it shatters into pieces against the opposite wall. A glare of light catches his eye. He walks over the holoscreen and presses it on. The figure smiles viciously. “Don’t you worry Sammy, I got him.”

***

“After that, I gave him the coordinates of your shack and prayed for your safety. I know you can handle yourself Jesse, but I still worry.” Mrs. Shewmore quips.

“Thank you kindly for the warning Ma’am, I’ll keep a sharp eye out. You get yourself to the hospital now you hear me?” McCree says his pleasantries and hangs up.

He looks at Hanzo as a mixture of emotions crosses his face. Anger, yes, but fear too. Soon, they all melt away and a solemn mask takes their place. “We might have company.”

Hanzo nods, “Do you know if the hunter that made an attempt on your life two days ago worked alone?”

McCree gives him a quizzical eye. “I don’t rightly know.”

They finish their meal and rent a motel for the night. All afternoon they spend researching If Sammy had any recorded partners. Only when searching through a deleted social media page do they find a single name that catches McCree’s eye. Garrett Hazel. The profile shows a single picture of Sammy and Garrett kissing with a caption at the bottom that reads: “To the love of my life, I am hopeful for our bright future.” beside it there’s a wedding ban emoji. Hanzo finds an article on him, “Garrett Peter Hazel, ex-military SEP soldier, he turned to bounty hunting after the programs fall out. His success rate is 96%”

They decide to rest and rise early. They leave in the morning before the suns first rays taint the black sky. They make it to the station before the sun even separates from the horizon. The train is due to depart later in the morning. McCree stows his bike in a garage. They board the train from the back and sneak into the rearmost cabin. Not until the train finally starts to excel down the rail does either man relax. McCree sits back and takes a nap as the train crosses state after state. Hanzo busies himself with his holopad.

“Dear passengers, we will be making our planned stop at Charlotte in ten minutes. Please buckle and have a wonderful day.” The intercom announces overhead. They pull into the station and come to a halt.

McCree stands, “Imma’ take a leak.” He opens the door to their booth and stops when he enters the hall.

Their car is strangely quiet.

McCree reaches for Peacekeeper but has no time to draw before a black bulk slams into him. Garrett nails him in the jaw with a flying punch and knocks him to the floor. Peacekeeper flies down the hall. He pulls a heavy chain from his pocket and goes to wrap it around McCree’s neck.

Hanzo reacts instantly; he lunges forward and grapples around his neck, slinging his legs up over his shoulder and pulling Garrett to the floor. He gets to McCree and pulls him to his feet, but Garrett recovers and grabs for McCree’s ankle, “So weak you can’t even take me alone? Gotta’ have a bodyguard?” Garrett taunts. McCree kicks at his face bending it obscenely back breaking his nose, blood runs down over his lips. Hanzo gets him to his feet as the train is beginning to move again. McCree grabs Peacekeeper from the floor. They make it to the door of the car and attempt to move to the next car up when Garrett catches McCree’s serape and nearly pulls him over the side of the now blindingly fast speeding train. Hanzo scales the train to the roof and pulls McCree up. Garrett soon follows.

“Nowhere to run now,” Garrett whips out his chain and stalks forward. The train is extremely unsteady. They are forced to near crawl to keep footing as they move toward the engine.

McCree turns to Hanzo, “I can’t use my sand at this high a speed, I’ll get ripped away, and Peacekeepers out of commission if I can’t aim.

Hanzo nods and quickly unleashes an arrow into the behemoth of a man. It lands solidly in his shoulder, but the man doesn’t falter. Hanzo releases another, it lands in his neck and still, the man does not slow. His eyes are bloodshot and he’s breathing heavily, seemingly running off pure fury and adrenaline.

Garret roars at the two men, now gating toward them as they clamber up the train. “My arrows have no effect!” Hanzo yells.

McCree looks back at Garret now merely two meters away. “Use your lightning!” McCree shouts.

Hanzo stares at McCree and hesitates. “I can’t”.

McCree looks at him confused, “Why not?!” at this moment Garret closes the distance and throws himself into McCree. They roll, violently trading blows. They topple over the edge and McCree catches the rail bar just barely, Garret clings to him.

Hanzo moves swiftly to the edge and grabs a hold of McCree’s hand. “You are coming with me, you son of a bitch!” Garret bellows from below.

“Hanzo! Use it!” McCree pleads. Their grip slips just a bit.

“He’s too close to you - if I do you’ll get hit by the current!” Hanzo exclaims.

Times stills when Hanzo catches the smiles on McCree’s face, “I trust you.”

Hanzo stares at him for mere seconds, a searing white light lifts from his tattoo and his eyes sprout small arks of electric blue. A bolt lifts from his back and strikes Garrett in the chest, sending a current ripping through his body. Both men scream in agony. Garrett slumps and falls from McCree, His body hits the fast-moving earth below soon out of sight and sooner forgotten.

Hanzo immediately pulls McCree back up on the car. He’s unconscious. Hanzo moves them both back to their cabin and lays McCree down on the floor. There’s no pulse. Hanzo tries CPR on him to no avail.

He screams. Lightning shatters off of him, shattering the glass around them. McCree convulses when he’s hit. Hanzo’s eyes widen with an idea. He grabs for McCree’s prosthetic and grips it tightly. Hanzo sends a shock through it, nothing. He tries again, McCree sucks in a gasp of air. Hanzo feels for a pulse, it’s erratic but most definitely there. Hanzo breathes a sigh of relief and slumps back against the seat.

When the Train reaches the New York station the sun is nearly gone. McCree is awake when they arrive; they exit the train and find an old abandoned apartment building to hold up in. They both feel safer in a no-name place like this. Hanzo moves a heavy desk in front of the door. The only pieces of furniture in the dilapidated studio apartment are a mattress in the corner and industrial spool meant to as a table. Hanzo helps McCree lay down on the mattress.

It’s quiet; aside from the club music weakly bubbling in through the crack in the window.

“Thank you,” McCree breaks the silence.

“I nearly killed you.” Hanzo is facing away from him. He isn’t angry with McCree but feels the need to distance himself. If the man harbors any ill-will toward him, he will bare it. He deserves it.

“Yeah, but you also saved me….twice.” McCree sits up. “Look, Hanzo I know what it’s like to be scared. To not want to use a part of yourself.”

Hanzo whips around staring daggers at him. “How would you know? Sand is slow and child’s play compared to lightning. Do you have any idea how much constant focus I am forced to maintain to keep the lightning contained? To keep it from destroying everything around me? To keep it…from hurting anyone..,” ‘From hurting you’. Hanzo curls in on himself. His lightning has always been unruly, even as a child he excelled at everything else. The elders would prod him, cajole him to master it, he had tried. When he was told to confront Genji…things had gone too far…he had only meant to use it to hinder him…but… Hanzo crouches; he cups his head between his hands making him look even smaller.

“Hanzo,” McCree crawls off the mattress and over to him, “Hanzo, you don’ have to…you don’t. Gaw!” He holds his prosthetic out in front of him, “you see this?” Hanzo nods. “It was about two years after I’d left Overwatch; I got caught by a hunter down in Mexico. Back then I was still green around the edges, still used to being taken care of, I had a hold on my sands but I thought I was untouchable. All I’d ever really used em’ for was to dodge bullets and Deadeye. He caught me real close, and it came to blows real’ quick. We were tradin’ punches left and right when the guy got his weird bolo wrapped around my arm. I turned to sand to try and slip out of it but it hurt so damn bad I couldn’t see straight. Next thing I know I’m lyin’ there bleeding out with my arm turnin' to dust on the ground in front of me. I managed to slither away but when I tried to reattach my arm I couldn’t. It was like it wasn’t a part of me anymore. I passed out in an alley and woke up in a kind old ladies house two days later.

“After that I got scared. Nearly died countless times taking bullets I could a’ dodged because I was too afraid to use my sands again, scared I might lose something else. It was one night at a bar, I was drunk and rambling on, that I met this old man. I don’t even know his name. He told me; “Sounds to me like you’re just waitin’ to die. If you can do something, why don’t you do?” After that I realized I’d given up on myself, I decided I’d learn my sands all over again find my limits and what I was capable of. I started using them every day. I got better; I found my strengths and my weaknesses. I also became deadlier because of it.” McCree leans into Hanzo and wraps his arms around the man. “Look, I’m not saying you have to like it, but caging it’s only gonna’ make it worst, you already know that. You got to find your limits and learn um.” McCree pauses and looks down at Hanzo, a single tear runs down his cheek, he’s staring at the cement below. McCree huffs dismissively.

He stands up “Get up,” he looks down at Hanzo offering his hand.

Hanzo looks up at him, looking to his face then his hand, a confused look on his face.

“This kind a’ sorrow is enough to kill a man… an’ I ain’t gonna’ let that happen tonight.” McCree reasserts his hand. Hanzo slowly stands, placing his hand in McCree’s.

McCree then steps into his space; he holds their hands out to the side and wraps his other arm around Hanzo’s waist. He begins to pull Hanzo along, making small circles around the room. Soon a waltz forms from the slow movements.

Neither man says anything as they continue to make sweeping motions. A slow hypnotizing beat drifts in through the window from the nightclub below. At some point they slow, their breathing is thick between them.

Hanzo gradually lifts his head. McCree surges in to meet him, Lips tangling, its intense as each man tries to soak into the other, both men finally allowing themselves to have what they’ve both yearned for, for so long. Each man needing the intimacy far longer than they’ve even known one another. Their lives don’t leave room for pleasures like this.

****Smut start****

McCree’s hands begin to explore Hanzo’s frame, lightly tracing over his waist and abs. Hanzo reaches up and pulls his hands down McCree’s back savoring the dense muscle underneath. They walk backwards and collapse onto the mattress. Hanzo crowds into the space between McCree’s legs. He slowly lifts McCree’s shirt and follows it with his lips, trailing soft kisses and licks all the way up until they meet in a soft kiss. McCree tugs at Hanzo’s jacket and it is soon gone along with his shirt. They barely break long enough for Hanzo to get it over his head. Their shoes come off somewhere along the way.

Hanzo sucks McCree’s earlobe and traces his teeth down McCree’s throat where he nips. Hanzo suckles one nipple in his mouth, drawing a deep moan out of the man below him. He fondles the other pebble nipple. McCree tangles his hands into his hair, pulling the tie loose. Hanzo grazes his teeth over the nipple as he switches.

After a bit, McCree shivers and sets up pushing Hanzo over to his back. Hanzo goes willingly. McCree crawls over him leaving bites up one arm, across his shoulders, neck, and chest then down the other arm. He squeezes Hanzo’s ass firmly. They kiss once more, tongues sliding deliciously. Hanzo tastes sweet. McCree tastes earthy. McCree reaches for Hanzo’s belt cautiously; Hanzo nods and breathes a silent ‘yes’. Both move to lick and nibble at the other's neck as McCree slides off Hanzo’s pants, underwear coming with them. Hanzo fumbles with McCree’s waistband. McCree chuckles and releases the ridiculous buckle for him, his pants and boxers slide off easily. Their thighs glide over each other as they slide closer. McCree grasps his hands and pins them above his head as they drown in the sensation of skin against warm skin

When they finally touch the friction draws a brisk inhale from both men. Hanzo fumbles for his bag and pulls out a small bottle of lube. McCree raises a brow, “Mighty prepared.”

The corner of Hanzo’s mouth tilt up, “A man has his needs.” He pops open the top and squeezes a bit onto his hand. He warms it a bit before he takes them both in hand, gliding his thumb over their heads. Their breathing hitches. “Han,” McCree slips his hands into his hair. Neither man is anywhere near small, McCree is just a bit longer than Hanzo, while Hanzo hangs thicker. McCree leans in close and bites into the muscles of Hanzo’s shoulder a deep, rumbling moan leaks through. Hanzo arches back and cries out in the mix of pain and pleasure. Hanzo sets a punishingly slow rhythm. Lips connect again in a hot embrace, as both men rut into Hanzo’s tight slick tunnel. Each pull sending heat up their spines.

Soon McCree breaks for air. He pulls back to look at Hanzo and briefly looks away. “Can I…?” McCree doesn’t finish because Hanzo takes his fingers and trails them over his puckered hole. McCree exhales and reaches for the lube with his other hand. Hanzo releases him and he crawls down to mouth at his thighs. He coats his fingers with lube and slides them over Hanzo’s entrance.

Hanzo’s sharply inhales from the chill but soon relaxes as McCree presses in the first thick digit. As McCree works him open, he breathes heavily. Each stroke delicious against his walls. McCree trails light nips and suckles over the skin, leaving marks over his thighs. He soon presses in a second finger and begins to scissor in him. McCree presses into the soft tuft of hair around Hanzo’s length and inhales. He trails his tongue over each ball rolling them one at a time. He curves up his fingers and circles that bundle of nerves over and over that leaves Hanzo a sweating, gasping mess.

“Let me hear you,” McCree whispers, he licks up from base to tip and suckles the head. He takes Hanzo in his mouth all the way down, only gagging once. He works in a third digit and spreads experimentally. He pulls off and pants, “I can’t…can I...” he begs.

Hanzo leans up and grabs McCree’s hair pulling him up for an open mouth kiss. He grimaces at the loss of fullness. He nods vigorously and wraps his ankles around McCree’s thighs coaxing him closer.

McCree lines himself up with Hanzo’s slickened hole and presses in. Hanzo savors the stretch. It takes a few patient thrusts for McCree to sink fully into Hanzo.

McCree kisses him, “Tch’ you feel so good, so hot, so tight around me.” He pulls out and back in just a bit; both men breathing heavily.

Hanzo tightens around him, “Get moving.” He smirks.

Without warning, McCree pulls all the way out to the tip and slams back into him, Hanzo claws into his back and curses. McCree looks more than pleased with himself.

McCree sets a fast and deep pace. Each thrust deeper than the last, Hanzo cants his hips up to meet McCree.

Both men quickly building to their end sooner than either would admit.

“I’m close,” Hanzo’s exhales, to that McCree takes a knee in each hand and bends him over almost in half and pounds into him. Each thrust strikes Hanzo’s prostate; it only takes a handful of strokes to send him careening over the edge streaking white over his chest and stomach. As he cums, he constricts around McCree inside him and the man spills inside Hanzo. “Fuck, Hanzo.”

McCree pulls out and falls onto the mattress beside Hanzo his arm resting over Hanzo’s chest. Both bask in the post-coital high.

After some time, McCree grabs his shirt to wipe them both off and lays down into Hanzo’s arms.

****Smut End****

As He slowly drifts off into a peaceful sleep he hears Hanzo whisper in his ear.

“Thank you.”

NOTES

(The song that plays while they are dancing is Martin Garrix Ocean. And the song earlier is The Weeknd’s Call out my name, and Martin Garrix/David Guetta’s So far Away)

(Hanzo’s outfit from after his shower: https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQXCyj74kfv3gaoRQJK7JtAySlna_2WWIlldJMLntddXH4MFtFg

https://gloimg.rowcdn.com/ROSE/pdm-product-pic/Clothing/2016/03/22/source-img/20160322103105_32428.jpg )

(McCree’s outfit: https://smhttp-ssl-33667.nexcesscdn.net/manual/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/loose-style-long-sleeve-denim-shirts-men-washed-vintage-men-s-casual-jean-shirts-summer-lightweight.jpg

http://www.kinnaird-guesthouse.co.uk/images/large/bblnet/ByH2F8uANfccccceeeee_LRG.jpg )

#shifting sands #mchanzo #mchanzo au #hanzo #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #mccree #smut #my writing

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May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor {Lee Minhyuk}

Prompt: For minhyuk an imagine where you take him home to meet the parents and they separate Y/N and him from sleeping in the same bed but he just gets hella desperate

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Word Count: 7.134k

Warning: smut, oral -female receiving-, shower sex, PORN WITH PLOT, A LOT OF PLOT,

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**I don’t even know what happened tbh...

**This may be the last story I post for a while simply because school is starting up again and I will be busy with that...of course...please stick with me and REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!!

**Did I ever say thank you for 1k? If not, thank you, babies!

"You're not serious!" Minhyuk whisper shouted as he looked into the room, and then down the hall toward your old room, the room you would be sleeping in. "We can't sleep in the same room?" You shook your head, pushing past Minhyuk to pull his bags into the room.

"It's not that bad, you could have my brother's bed...it's a twin sized." You throw his bag onto the bed and plop down on it as well. "Also it's only for a week...I know you can survive a week." You smile at him and he steps into the room as well, closing the door behind him.

"What do you mean, 'survive'?" He narrows his eyes at you and crosses his arms, "Are you trying to say something?" You shrug,

"I'm not trying to say anything..." You look out the window, watching your little brother and sister play with the puppy, Apollo, outside. You look back at him, fighting the smile that threatened to spread as he begins to grow flustered on the spot. "But if we're both being honest with ourselves we know you're the weaker of the two of us, the most clingy, so I meant what I said. You'll survive the week, I mean nothing more and nothing less." You simply shrug again, watching him shift on the spot, going over your words in his head.

"Okay! Okay, I want to make a bet with you..." He rushed over toward you, plopping down on the bed beside you.

"You always like to make bets, bets you always lose!"

"Not true! I didn't lose that one bet with Jooheon." You rolled your eyes, scoffing,

"As if...everyone knows you can make Jooheon bend at your will when you offer him beef."

"Fine! Whatever! The bet I want to make with you...is, okay, well, okay the bet is, Okay, let me establish some grounders...the objective is that you and I are to have no sexual physical contact, kissing, hugging, hand holding is acceptable, but the second one of us try to cope a grab is the second one of us lose." He kinks a brow and you slowly nod your head, pondering the bet. "So? Deal or no Deal?" He sticks his hand out and with a cocky smirk, you grab it, giving it a firm shake.

"You're on Lee Minhyuk."

"Sissy!" You let go of Minhyuk's hand and look toward the door, "Mommy and daddy said to come downstairs, they missed you and that you didn't fly fourteen hours to be holed up in the room..." You sister pants, your brother right behind her nodding,

"Yeah! I bet you two were kissing!" He and you sister make a disgusted face, sharing a look,

"They probably were!" Minhyuk's cheeks flush red and it's like a dead giveaway even though you two weren't kissing. "Oh, I'm telling mommy!" They both rush off, their giggling fading away as they move toward the end of the hall.

"We better get going before my dad comes up here," You stand up and dust off your butt before walking toward the door, swaying your hips. knowing Minhyuk's eyes were glued to your ass. "See you downstairs..." Minhyuk gulps and stands up quickly following you against his better judgment.

"Let the games begin."

"Yes, we do tours and, and-" Minhyuk starts to stutter over his English words and he looks over at you, a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Don't be nervous." You give him a reassuring smile, "Take your time, you're doing very well." You reassure him in Korean and he nods his head before turning back toward the rest of your family,

"I-it's fun and I love all my members very much. I love all our fans, we call them monbebes, that's how Y/N and I met." He quickly finishes,

"Your English is very well," Your mother praises him, giving him a thumbs up,

"You sound like you're American and everything," You shoot a glare at your younger brother but Minhyuk reassures you that it's fine.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Actually Dottie has been practicing some Korean, she told me she wanted to formally introduce herself to you." You dad informs Minhyuk with a quick laugh, "You want to show him?" Your sister shoots your dad a look as if asking why would he say such a thing but stands up anyway,

"Please excuse my pronunciation," She takes a deep breath and wrings her hands, Minhyuk notes her worrying and gives her a soft, warm smile.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you're good!' Your sister smiles at him, hiding her face behind her hands.

"Okay, well," She mutters in English, taking another deep breath, "Hello, my name is Dottie and I'm twelve years old, nice to meet you." She takes a step back down one stair and bows at him, her heart fluttering when he praises her pronunciation. "Thank you, thank you."

"That was very good Dottie, I'm proud." You smile at her and your brother rolls his eyes,

"I've been practicing Korean too, I know 'mom' and 'dad' and 'how are you' and 'where's the nearest store.'" He begins to list them off and Minhyuk nodding along to what he was saying.

"Okay, it's almost ten and I can't hang like I used to, Imma head to bed." You stand up and kiss your mom's check, your dad's cheek and wave your brother and sister good night, whispering 'I love you's to them all. "Minhyuk you coming?"

"No, no, I want to stay and talk some more, I'm having so much fun." You hook your fingers under his chin and give him a quick peck, not wanting to put a show on in front of everyone.

"Okay, I love you, goodnight. Don't show out, either." You whisper in his ear, both of you giggling,

"I won't, I promise." You pat his shoulder before walking into the house, leaving them alone to further associate themselves.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you were wearing one of Minhyuk's sweater you had stolen from his suitcase when you snuck off earlier. The sweater reached mid-thigh, covering your night shorts. You knew how weak Minhyuk got when you wore his clothes and recalling the rules you giggle once you realized Minhyuk hadn't established a 'no picture' rule. Walking to the bed and grabbing your phone you walk back toward the mirror. You twist and turn into the mirror, lifting the sweater to show your night shorts. You turn to the side, showing how the cheeks rode up your ass, you take a quick picture before sending it to Minhyuk. You plop back onto the bed and open your Instagram as you wait for him to respond. Mere minutes later Minhyuk's contact flashes across the top of the screen, what the hell do you think you're doing! You let out a small laugh, wishing you could see how flustered he was getting.

I'm not doing anything. You send back with the smiling angel emoji.

RULES!! WE HAD RULES!! There's a few second break before he's sending another text. ALSO I'M STILL WITH YOUR FAMILY!

Don't let em see your phone then, You send, smirking knowing you had him right where you wanted him. Also I'm not breaking any rules, I'm not trying to grope anything.

Hold on... That's the last text you receive from him and you hear him, telling your parent's and siblings good night before slugging up the stairs,

Minhyuk hurried down the hall right on pass your room. Minhyuk hurries into his room and strips out of his pants, stroking himself through his briefs. He sits on the edge of the bed and continues to stroke his half hard cock. Once he's fully hard, he opens the camera app and angles the camera so you can see his face and his bulge. He opens your message thread and sends the picture, with the caption If that's how you want to play ;)

You open the picture and gasp, "Well shit." You look over at the mirror again and hop off the bed, "Yeah, this is how I want to play," You walk to the mirror and pull the sweater all the way up, holding it with your teeth. You weren't wearing any undershirt or bra so your tits were on full display. Squeezing your chest together, you wink, snapping the picture. You send it and bite your lip anxiously waiting for his response.

You've got to be shitting me right now I giggle, knowing he was most likely debating with himself, him having read it five minutes ago.You're not even playing fair, I should've established better rules. You shrug, running your tongue over your teeth.

You started it, all I wanted to show you were my shorts. .You hear a loud laugh come from the other end of the hallway and you cover your mouth with your hand, stifling a giggle.

You are asking for it! Once we get back home, you are in so much trouble, so much

Why don't you come and do something about it now ;), I'm sure we can keep quiet.

No, no, no, I will not. You will not, I will not, I am not losing this bet. You rolled your eyes, yeah his lower head was weak but upstairs he was stubborn as hell.

You pout but decide to give in for the night, Well, good night, Minnie.

Good night you little conniving devil. You plug your phone back up, rolling your eyes.

"I'll get you tomorrow, just you wait."

You woke up to the smell of french toast around ten. Your brother and sister had left for school around two hours ago and wouldn't be back until three. Your mom left for work at seven and your dad left at nine, meaning you and Minhyuk would have the house to yourselves for the next few hours. Climbing out of bed, you stretch your arms over your head, walking out the room. You scratch your exposed belly before dropping both of your of your arms. You trudge your way down the stairs and walk to the kitchen finding Minhyuk slaving away over the stove. "Good morning," You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back. "Not going to lie, I missed you last night." You snap the band of his sweats and move away from him.

"Really?" He turns and faces you with the cockiest and most relaxed grin on his face. "I slept like an angel." You gasp, faking hurt by putting your hand over your mouth.

"You didn't even miss me a little?" You put your fingers together, raising your voice in pitch to match a child's, "Not even a teeny tiny bit?" You ask again, hopping up on the island. Minhyuk looks back at you, narrowing his eyes as he watches you. You lean back on both your hands, spreading your legs a little. "I mean I was a little cold, and I'm so used to being held by you, your face in the crook of my neck." You roll your head to the side revealing your neck.

"Hmm, sounds like you're cracking." He smiles sliding you a plate with french toast, bacon, and eggs. "Now, eat up, we've got a big day ahead of us."

"What are we doing?"

"You parents have scheduled a pool party, they're excited to have everyone meet me and see you again." He explains as he makes his own plate, sitting down on a stool at the island, right beside me. "So, if you could quit horsing around," He spares you a look and fights his hardest to keep his lips in a firm line as you jump over the counter and walk over toward the drawer with the silverware your lips pouted. He only quickly glances at your ass, deciding a split second wouldn't hurt anyone. You turn back around to catch him staring and smirk, walking back to him to hand him a fork.

"Minhyuk! Stop fooling around, and eat up, we have a very big day ahead of us." You pat his cheek and kiss his forehead, this time having to be the one to fight back your smirk.

"It's been so long!" You Aunt basically screeches, wrapping her arms around you squeezing you tight, shaking you side to side.

"Auntie, it's only been two years and I call you every other day." You laugh, shaking your head, "But yes, I missed you and all your loving hugs too."

"Whatever," She playfully rolls her eyes and lets you go, stepping back a few inches to look at both you and Minhyuk who had just appeared after being gone half the night, introducing himself to everyone. "Now are you going to introduce me to your boyfriend?" Minhyuk wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side,

"Hi, I am Minhyuk, nice to meet you." Your Aunt sticks her hand out but he bows at her. After bowing he takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, giving her a charming wink. "You are?"

"I'm Jennifer, Auntie Jennifer, nice to meet you too." She smiles at his charms, and leans in, lips right next to your ear, "Keep him, he's a charmer." She pats your shoulder before moving away to go and do the same thing she just did to you to your other siblings.

"She's nice," Minhyuk whispers and excuses himself from you once again.

"I feel like he's closer to my family than I am," You chuckle, picking up a drink from the table throwing it back.

"You're looking good in the bikini," I look up to find Zachery, my next door neighbor standing in front of me. "You moved to Korea and get thick on me." Your furrow your brows and look down. You wear a high waisted two piece, the top strapless, it was a plain white bathing suit, complimenting your tone well, and your curves well.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" You tease, looking around, picking around drink up, "I know it's something that starts with a Z but I can quite put my tongue on it....uh, Zeus, Zeke...."

"Hahaha very funny, now give me a hug, I missed your annoying ass." You throw your arms around him and jump into his arms,

"I missed you too!" He laughs and steps back, letting you down. "How are you and John doing? Has he learned, it's not going to get any better than you?" Zachery laughs, crossing his arms,

"I had to let his sorry ass go, he wasn't learning his lesson." You pout your lips to the side, and hand him your drink, picking up another one,

"Here, you need it."

"Ah, that I do. I'm not going to lie, I missed you, you barely even call me."

Minhyuk watches you talk with Zachery and it's just talking so he brushes it off. What does really catch his eye is the way you move in closer, and hide your face when you giggle. Although you weren't it looked like you were flirting and it made Minhyuk's little heart skip a few beats. "Yes, yes, excuse me." He excuses himself from you two great Uncles and makes his way over to you.

"Yes, yes, I remember." You shake your head as if it would clear the memory from your head. You tense when you feel an arm wrap around your waist but relax when Minhyuk's scent invades you. "Hi baby," You turn and kiss his cheek, "This is-" Minhyuk cuts you off, gently groping your ass.

"Hi, I'm her boyfriend, Minhyuk. So nice to meet you." You furrow your brows as Minhyuk's voice comes out strained and his face is tensed when he forces a smile.

"Hi, I'm her best friend, Zachery. So nice to meet you too." His brows furrow in confusion, and he gives you a quick glance, you tell him to brush off with a wave of your hand.

"Best friend?" Minhyuk gives you a side glance, "This is your best friend?" He asks in Korean,

"Yes," You smile in amusement, "and I believe you just lost the bet, Minhyuk." You give him another peck on the corner of his mouth, before linking your arm with Zachery's and walking away.

Well what do you want me to do? You received a text from Minhyuk around eleven.

What do you mean? You play dumb and he sends an eye rolling emoji,

You know what I mean Minhyuk rolls his eyes his mind rolling back to earlier when he had deliberately grabbed your ass to make what he later learned was your best friend jealous. You won the bet fair and square, what do you want?

You immediately read the text, but you don't respond right away wanting to let him stir in his juices. You toss the phone to the side and roll off the bed. You kneel on the floor and open your suitcase, pulling out your olive green babydoll, knowing it was Minhyuk's favorite and if everything went as planned, it'd come in handy.

You strip out of your pajama pants and unbutton the shirt you wore, kicking them across the floor, you pull the babydoll over your head. It had been about ten minutes since you've read the text and as you had planned Minhyuk had become fidgety. You jump back onto the bed, picking up your phone. You were about to respond when there was a knock on the door. "Mom for the fourth time, I do not need five pillows, four is pl-" The door is slowly opened, Minhyuk quickly stepping through the frame, slowly closing the door behind him. "What the hell?" You furrow your brows setting your phone back down onto the night stand. "You're not supposed to be in here." You roll back over onto your back, watching him with hooded eyes. He scoffs and steps further into the room,

"I know you were in here up to no good, not responding to my text for ten minutes?" He quirks a brow and you simply shrug,

"I was busy, I was getting ready for something..." You roll back over onto your stomach, sticking your ass into the air.

"What would that be exactly?" His eyes are trained on your ass as you shake it back and forth, reaching one hand in-between your legs, cupping your heat. "I see you're wearing your olive green babydoll, which only means you planned for this before we even left." You flatten yourself and roll back over onto your back. your hand still cupping your heat. "You're nothing but a troublemaker." You giggle, moving your hand away from in-between your legs, cupping your tits with both your hands.

"Maybe. That's not the point." You sit up and move to the edge of the bed, letting your legs dangle.

"So, what is the point?" You chuckle, crossing your arms.

"Why are you here?" Minhyuk mimics you, also crossing his arms, "Well, tell me, Minnie, why are you in my room?" He looks defeated, eyes flickering around the room, carefully avoiding your gaze. Your eyes stay on him, taking in his form, He wore a white t-shirt, unlike the other shirts in his wardrobe this shirt hugged him tightly, so tightly you could see his nipples hardening as the cool air from the air conditioner in the window hits them. He also wore a pair of black sweat pants, the pants hanging loosely on his hips, his hip bones exposed as his shirt rode up his belly just a little. "Minnie?" You say sternly and his eyes snap toward your eyes, finally steadying on your gaze.

"I lied this morning, I did miss you." He walked toward you and dropped to his knees in-between your legs. "I stayed up all night last night. I couldn't get those pictures of you off my mind, I jerked off more than once." He bowed his head, playing with his hands.

"Lift your head." He immediately lifts his head, his shameful gaze meeting yours once again. You bend over, lips right next to his ear. You take a deep breath, his scent filling your senses. "Did I say you could touch yourself?" Honestly, being with Minhyuk every time you had sex was something different, the role of domme and sub switched between the two of you so much, it was never boring. Although, Minhyuk liked to Dom, one night when he had one too many shots he confessed that he liked subbing more, something around how he liked to take punishments. Reaching up, you grab a handful of his hair and pull his head all the way back, exposing his neck. You like a bold stripe up his neck. Your lips hover his, "Answer me!" You quietly bark, "Now."

"N-no, but it's not like I could ask you to do anything about it," He gulps, leaning into your touch to try to relieve some of the tension on his scalp. "You also weren't doing to help me, at all by sending those pictures, I thought we were supposed to be on our best behavior?"

"You certainly don't have a problem asking about it now..." You let go of his hair, moving your hands down to his shoulders. "What do I want?" You tilt your head to the side and let your hands venture down further until your fingers were hooked in the band of his. "Not yet," You move your hands to your lap and watch him wither under your stare. "First of all, you know we have to be very quiet right?" Minhyuk eagerly nodded,

"Yes, yes, of course!" He breathed out,

"Second of all, you are aware you lost the bet right?" Minhyuk's lips purse together and you can see a smart-ass comment form on his lips, by the way, his nose twitches. "Go ahead, say something smart ass and you will not cum tonight...and if I find out you relieved yourself after leaving my room, I won't touch you for a week starting when we get back home." Minhyuk's eyes widen in worry, although he has heard the somewhat empty threat plenty of times, he's even made it himself. Neither of you could go a week without touching each other, it was simple as that. So, you would follow through with the threat, but it'd only last about 72 hours.

"No, baby, no." He clasps his hands together, raising them and bowing his head. "I won't! I'll behave, I promise." You look down your nose at him,

"Okay, the first order of business, I need to feel your tongue," You grab his face with your forefinger and thumb, his lips naturally splitting. You lean down again, licking into the heat of his mouth. He timidly licks back, too afraid to come on too strong, not wanting you to think he was trying to switch roles. You move your one of your hands to his chest the other to the back of his head, pushing him deeper into the kiss. You pull back first, both of your breaths coming out in pants. "Get up, lock the door." Minhyuk is quick to get up and turn the lock on the door, he turns around to find you laying on your back, your legs crossed. "I want you to eat me out Minnie, I really missed your tongue and it's only been two days," He lifts a brow and you roll your eyes, "Okay, a day and a half if you count the plane ride." You uncrossed your legs, Minhyuk's eyes immediately falling to your core.

"Fuck." He kneels on the bed, laying down on his stomach, "I'm not going to lie, I missed your taste, although it's only been a day and a half." He winks up at you, pushing your thighs apart. You prop one leg up and he grabs the ankle of your other leg, draping it over his shoulder. He doesn't wait for your permission, taking a risk when he licks a bold strip along the entirety of your slit, just as you had his neck. You shudder at the feeling, a breathy moan leaving your lips. Minhyuk's eyes widen up at you, "Baby," He coos, "remember we have to be quiet." You nod, shooting him a warning glare to remind him you were still in charge. "I know, I know." His hands massage your thighs, soothingly moving back and forth over them. "Ready?" You nod your head, perching yourself up on your elbows. You watch him lower his head again, burying his face in-between your thighs. His eyes flutter shut as he runs his tongue up your clit again, giving you no more than a second to gather yourself before he digs his tongue into your clit. Your hips buck into his mouth and you fall flat on your back to use both your hands to cover your mouth. Minhyuk chuckles against your core, loving the way he could make you wither under his touch even when you were in charge.

"You keep that up," You grit your teeth, "I don't know how quiet I can be," Minhyuk thought about the arrangments of the house, your parent's room was at the other end of the hall, right across from the room he was supposed to be sleeping in. Your siblings were downstairs, most likely sleeping, if not playing video games. He took his chances with the facts he knew, your parents were heavy sleepers and the walls were thick. He wraps one arm around your thigh and pushed down on your pelvis. His other hand comes up and he slips one finger into your slick entrance, latching his mouth around your clit. He curls his finger into your rough patch of nerves, sucking harder. He wanted to make you lose control, wanted to make you moan, although the rational part of him screamed no, his mind was filled with lust and it won. He slipped in another finger, your juices making it easy. He pounded them into you, lifting his head to watch you finally lose yourself. Your fingers had grasped the sheets, your teeth were bared as you tried to hold back your moans. "You are in so much trouble." Minhyuk pulls away from your clit and uses the thumb of his hand that he held your hips down with to quickly swipe over it as a replacement.

"Yeah, yeah," Minhyuk's eyes are dark when they meet yours and you know you've lost the reigns, as your control over your own body slips through your fingers. "Just be a good girl for me and cum." His fingers quicken as they move in and out of you and he lowers his head against to take your clit in his mouth.

"Dammit!" You bellow, you don't care about being too loud, as your orgasm spreads from your core to every inch of your body. Your fingers grip the sheets harder, your hips uncontrollably bucking into his mouth. "God, yes Minnie, yes." Minhyuk's fingers gradually come to a stop. He pulled away, lips and cheeks glistening with your juices.

"What happened to being quiet?" He cockily grins, pulling his fingers from your core, sitting back on his haunches.

"You're a little shit, that's what happened." You use your foot to push his shoulder back, your eyes lazily move over his form, landing on the bulge in his sweats. You go to open your mouth to ask if he wants some help with that but he stands up from the bed, both of you freezing when you hear the bathroom door slam.

"As much as I'd love to fuck the shit out of you, I got about two minutes before your mom's checking in on me to make sure I don't need any more pillows." You furrow your brows at how quickly he had adopted to your mother's schedule. "I love you." He blows you a kiss and hurries out the door, rushing down the hall and into his room, all before you both hear the toilet flush.

"You need any more pillows baby?" You mom asks, peeping her head through the door, sleep heavy on his voice.

"No mama, I'm good. I love you, goodnight."

"Love you too, good night baby. Imma go ask Minhyuk..." She softly closes your door, careful not to wake your father up, and starts down the hall.

That was close. You send to Minhyuk, a second later and you would've gotten caught.

Hmmm, don't forget about my little problem He sends to you, his door opening interrupting him from being able to send the other message he had in mind.

"You need any more pillows? You comfortable?" Minhyuk nods, thanking her. She wishes him a good night before heading back to bed.

You owe me. You roll your eyes at the message,

Oh, how selfless you are, You wait for a few, watching his typing bubbles appear and then disappear.

I know. Good night, I love you! 😇

The nerve. You think as you begin to doze off, way too tired to put up with him or to fight back with any witty banter.

You actually woke up before Minhyuk the next morning, although it was later in the morning, around eleven. The house was cleared out and rolling over in bed, you grab your toothbrush, setting your 'revenge/appreciation' plan into motion. After you brush your teeth, you throw your toothbrush onto your bed. You run your fingers through your hair a few times, and soothe out your babydoll before tiptoeing down to his room. You slowly push the door open, to find him sprawled out on the bed, on his back. One arm off the bed, head tussled on his head, soft snores leaving his lips. You think about leaving him alone until he woke up, but you only had a few hours of having the house alone to yourselves so you gently shook him. "Minnie." You softly cooed, "Wake up." He opens one eye first and once he notices it's you, he reaches out and pulls you down onto the bed with him.

"Cuddle with me,"

"I can't repay the favor of last night if you sleep the day away." You run your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead. "Come on, we have the house to ourselves." You kiss his nose next and he scrunches in, pulling you in closer. "I was thinking we take a shower, maybe eat some breakfast and then when you're nice and full and relaxed I'd repay the favor." You kiss his lips, hand moving to the back of his head, nails scraping against his scalp. He moans into the kiss but pulls away,

"Did you say shower sex?" He pipes up, sitting up in the bed,

"What? No, I said-" You trail off once you get the hint, "Oh, okay, if that's what you want."

Minhyuk holds his hand out, "Oh, don't say it like that, there's a detachable showerhead too..." He wags his brows. "I know how much you like those." You hop off the bed and take his hand, letting him lead the way. He pulls you into the bathroom and pushes your shoulder to make you sit on the toilet. He sits on the edge of the tub and turns the water on. He waits for a few before sticking his hand into the running water, readjusting the knob for the hot water before deciding it was just right. You also stick your hand out, nodding your head, silently agreeing on the temperature. Minhyuk stands up and pulls you up by your underarms, watching you with glazed eyes, sleepiness still evident in his feature. His fingers tug the babydoll you had worn to sleep, too tired after the orgasm he had provided to take it off. You stand there naked shifting from foot to foot as he takes a step back admiring your form.

"Are you going to make me wait?" Your fingers twitch, eager to see him naked. Minhyuk shrugs and nods down to your hands. You peel his shirt over his head, throwing it toward the door. You hook your index fingers in his sweats and drop to your knees, pulling them down along with you. You smile at the sight of his semi-hard cock, "No underwear, eh?" He shrugs again, stepping out of the sweats. He pulls the shower curtain back,

"You're not going to make me wait, are you?" You roll your eyes but step into the tub, under the steaming shower water. You let the water run over your head, enjoying the way it rolled down your back. Minhyuk gets in behind you and pulls the curtain closed.

"Here, get in the front." You move around him, letting him take your place. You grab the bottle of body wash from the shelve and squeeze a small dollop of it into your palm. You rub your hands together and run them over his shoulders, stopping to deeply massage the muscles you assumed were sore after all the hard work he's been putting in. You then move them down his chest, only grazing his nipples the first time, quirking a brow at the hitch in his breath. "I knew it!" Your roll his nipples with your thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way he reacted to you. "That's why you don't let me touch them." You pinch them, his head falling back, a delicious moan leaving his lips, sending shocks straight to your core. You move one hand down toward his cock, gripping his hardening cock, stroking it with your sudsy hand, the other still toying with the sensitivity of his nipples. "Gotta make sure you're all clean," Minhyuk groans,

"Why are you so cringy?" He shakes his head pushing your hands away from him, reaching up to grab the shower head. He washes the suds from his body and turns toward you, wagging his brows.

"Why are you always so touchy and horny?" You snap back, snatching the shower head from his hand, spraying him with it in the face.

"How can I not be when I'm lucky enough to have you? You're just the perfect amount of cute, sexy, smart, it's just too much to handle." He bites his lip, cocking his head to the side, his eyes glazing over with lust, his pupils dilating in love. He takes the showerhead from your head and turns, pushing his back against the wall to let you pass in front of him again. "Let me make you feel good beautiful." He whispers, pushing himself against your back, his cock resting in-between your ass. He switches the shower head to his left hand and uses his right hand to put your foot up on the side of the tub, fully exposing your lower half. He moves the shower head back to his right hand and switches the stream to jet. He rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his left arm around your torso. He repeatedly kisses the patch of skin below your ear as he begins his fun with the shower head, firstly placing in directly over your left nipple. His lips curl into a grin as your hand tightens around his wrist of the arm holding the shower head, the other reached back, nails digging into his lower back.

"Fuck." You hiss, letting your head fall back to rest on his shoulder as his did yours. Minhyuk chuckles a little and moves the stream to your other nipple, not missing the way your breath hitches and your hips buck forward.

"Someone's a little eager to be touched, eh?" You give a side glance and dig your nails deeper into his skin, the act a warning of sorts. "Why are you so mean?" He pouts but gets the hint not wanting to tease you any further, his cock hard as a rock. He moves the stream down your body, closing his eyes as he waits to hear your breath hitch when the stream comes in contact with your clit.

"God, yes, God!" You roll your head, hand tightening around his wrist as you thrust into the air, Minhyuk readjusting the stream to hit under the hood of your clit. At the feeling you double over, hands slapping against the walls for some sort of support, although most of it came from Minhyuk's arm.

"I take it, it feels good?" He says in a low, sing-song voice. "Are you ready for me? For my cock?" You eagerly nod, reaching back to grab his shaft, running the tip of his cock down your slit before stilling it at your entrance. Without a second thought, your body eager to be filled, you push back onto him. Your walls stretch around him, your jaw locking at the feeling, not having felt him in about three days, the night before you left for your parents. "Oh shit!" He grunts, adapting to your new fetal position, resting his head on your back. He begins at a slow pace, hips slowly pushing and pulling, your walls clenching around him as each push held a little, just a little, more force than the last. "I need to savor this moment, it's Friday, so I don't know how much more we're going to have...." He hand jerks, moving the stream from your clit and you quickly reach down, placing your hand over his, moving it back in place. You whine at the feeling of the stream under your clit again, your knees almost buckling.

"It feels so good," You were so close, holding out for Minhyuk, so he could savor the moment. Your hand lets go of his and slaps against the wall again, your body fighting off your orgasm so hard, knowing you wouldn't be able to last after cumming with the shower head in play, your legs would literally feel like jello and every moment around or on your pussy would put your body into high alert. "Minnie..." You whine, "I don't know how long I can hold off." You warn him, walls tightly clenching around his cock, your shoulders rising and falling with the breaths you were taking, "Please..." You didn't know what you were begging for, knowing you could cum any time you'd like. "I need to cum," Minhyuk chuckles in you hear, the sound making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the reasoning anything but friendly.

"Oh, baby, you don't have to wait for me to cum, let it go." His words were like finally getting a bottle of water after walking around in the heat for hours, every last drop of every syllable he abused, hitting you like waves. Your orgasms were always more intense when Minhyuk was in control, a toy in his hand. Your toes curl and you ignore the disgusted feeling you get at the feeling of doing so, letting moan after moan of his name spill from your lips. Your hands curl into fists and your throw your body back, melting into his chest. Minhyuk watches you do so, loving how you lose control over yourself when you cum. Once your body starts to jerk he knows it's enough with the shower head and he switches the stream and sets it back into his set, his hips not altering one bit. In your post orgasm state, you pull away from him and turn yourself around, dropping to your knees. You wrap you hand around his shaft and enclose your lips around the tip before you start to jerk him. It's not long, literally a few seconds after taking him into your mouth, before he's cumming. You stick your tongue out at him, showing him the mess he's made before swallowing all of it.

"Okay, okay," You're the first to snap back to reality, knowing you were on a time limit, even though you'd only been in the shower for about half an hour to an hour. "Let's get washed, then get dressed, I'm starving!"

"See I told you it wasn't so bad," You nudge Minhyuk, digging your fork back into your take out noodles, "Not the food, there should be no doubt in your mind Panda's Palace wouldn't taste good," You take another bite of your food, gleefully moaning at the taste, "I mean coming to see my parents," You poke his side, and he sets his bowl on the table, pushing your hand away, trying his best to fight off his smile.

"They're really nice," He mutters,

"And you were so worried about meeting them...I told you, your English practices and using it around the house more frequently, is really helping, I'm so proud." You wipe a fake tear from under your eye before you both erupt in laughter. Your laughter is cut short when the door is swung open, revealing your mom.

"Hi Y/N/N, Hi Minhyuk." She waves to the both of you, closing and locking the door, before making her way toward you both. "I'm sorry, everyone's been gone all day, I bet guys you were bored!" She reaches into your bowl, stealing one your noodles and you scrunch your face at her, sticking your tongue out. "What did you guys do all day?" You and Minhyuk share a look before looking back at her, the both of you simultaneously shouting out a quick,

"Nothing!"

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Zoo 3.01

I am rusty and out of practice so bear with me, especially since I spent 2 hours after watching just basically keyboard smashing and yelling "I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED."

Anyway, today's review format is subheaders with bullet points that are really more like single-idea paragraphs and only get longer as I go. This review is also based on my live-viewing notes and not fact-checked with a second watch.

Plot Partners: Abe / Dariela & Suspicious Clem

Abe became a doctor? Dariela has sketchy contacts Abe can't know about? They are kick-ass parents on top of all that, despite their own crappy childhoods?? I have no idea what's going on but I'm excited.

Is anyone going to explain how some dogs are apparently unaffected by the mutation or...? Is it because doggos are so Good and Pure?

What is this clumsy retcon that Clementine was obsessed with babies/dolls? She tried to take like 10 stuffed animals and zero dolls with her when they left Boston in season 1. I mean I guess she did risk her life to save a baby from murder crows, but... Speaking of which, looks like season 3 will finally be the year nobody has to rescue a baby after its mother is brutally swarmed to death!

Hot Rugged Action Hero Jackson (& Friends)

Hey so listen I'm going to need you to stop force feeding me this relationship because I am still not there yet. Maybe when I am there, I will enjoy the fact that you threw like 5 different types of my favorite shippy scenes into one episode, but for now I'm saying things like "Ctrl+Alt+Save this kiss for when I care."

I am super excited that Jackson can control lions With His Mind, though. Tell me more.

And give me ALL of the Primeval monsters. That prehistoric rhino thing was my 2nd favorite part of the episode. (and to be clear: when i say Primeval, I am referencing the awesome British TV show and its little Canadian sibling, not just an adjective)

Plot Partners: Jamie and/or Logan

I can't believe Logan is managing to annoy me even more now that he has hair.

This skulking loner Sarah Walker version of Jamie is not really doing anything for me, so if we could bring her warmer side back ASAP that'd be cool. (sorry fandom. please don’t throw garbage at me. /Pam Beesly voice.)

Although I do sort of like that she re-purposed Mitch's lab into her own computer science-y lab. That's something we should probably write stories about. Speaking of...

Backstory Tentpoles a.k.a. Fanfic Prompts

I could let you claim that Jamie banged Logan at some point in the last 10 years, or I could just go "haha cool I guess we're calling that wilderness trek and about 7 days on the plane dating now" and speak no more of this evil.

I love that it sounds like Jamie and/or the Ragtag Band Of Failed Heroes got to keep hold of Clementine for 2 or 3 years, at least, before she apparently got ripped away and spirited off by Max. I will actually die of pain right now if I try to even imagine what that change was like, but it's gonna be gold for someone to dig into. Several someones, actually; there is plenty of room.

Speaking of things that will make me die of pain if I try to think about them: Jamie going on multiple expeditions over the years to try and find him.

Particularly the one where she finds his glasses.

His bloodstained glasses.

#HELP THE DYING IS STARTING

F YEAH ALPHA SHIP

Actual reaction to That Scene: *rolling my eyes* "Jamie has all the opportunity in the world to meet more terrible men" scene right on cu- WHAT, WHAT THE JIMINIY JIGGERS IS GOING ON / NO NEVER MIND I DON'T CARE AND DON'T NEED CONTEXT.

I have too many feelings about this so mostly Imma spend them on other peoples' posts and/or gifsets, but my heart is in roughly 9000 pieces as it finally dawns on me that this being Mitch's dream = Mitch comforting himself with Jamie telling him it's going to be okay and she's going to find him = can somebody please call all the ambulances

...also I keep looking at the deep and somewhat disfiguring scars he’s got, and wondering how Jamie might react to them. These are significantly different from the usual barely-there scars fictional characters fret about; these are the kind of scars that force you to confront exactly what kind of nightmare horror pain this person went through and how maybe it's even worse than you ever pictured.

Billy Burke Proving Why I Spend Every Autumn Transitioning Out of Zoo By Tracking Down His Other Work

I am running out of brainpower and have none left to process this plot, so I will just say: as much as I hate that Mitch is surrounded by strangers upon waking up, and suspicious strangers at that, it is kind of amazing to see him like this. It's Mitch, but it's Mitch stripped of all snark and the command he usually has of any given situation, even when he's just blustering his way through it. It is all kinds of painful to see him confused, mistrustful, frustrated by his inability to communicate or even really understand what's going on. Mitch looking this lost and withdrawn into mental retreat is quite a gut-wrench.

(it's also really good mental fodder for hospital fic. I'm just sayin'.)

My Favorite Sideshow: Mushy Father/Daughter Moments

So...that girl with Mitch definitely looks more like Young Clem, which is the only consolation prize I have for losing our amazing original actress, and it would line up with Max sequestering her away and/or being involved with shadowy forces. But it would be interesting if they're setting up Badass Clem to LOOK like she's a sketchy Clementine imposter, but actually be the real girl who is angry and embittered by her circumstances, while IADG seems more than capable of making up fake nonsense to manipulate Mitch into giving up info.

That said, my tiny human heart is not big enough to hold the amount of pain there would be if the first thing Mitch found comfort in upon regaining consciousness turned out to be a lie. I need him to recognize his own kid. That bowed head / forehead nudge killed me even more than the dream sequence.

What's REALLY going to upset me is if one of the girls is like a...clone of some kind, so that they're both technically Clem, but not. Or one is part-hybrid. I feel strongly like part-human hybrids are gonna be a Thing. (Mind you, I usually am very wrong when I start predicting.)

tl;dr Mitch + Being A Mess Of Emotions About His Daughter is my actual favorite thing about this show.

In conclusion: I still have no idea what’s going on but I am excited to see the rest.

#cbs zoo #zoo 3.01 #episode reactions #JUST PULL THE TRIGGER AND POST IT TELEVINITA #YOU CAN KEEP PICKING AT IT BUT IT'S NOT GONNA GET ANY BETTER

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1-92 enjoyyy

😑…. why you do this to me 😂

1) I’d rather not, that’s my mother

2) yup, he’s my friend and he sits next to me in music

3) no I haven’t

4) yea I do have a small issue with trust but I have many people I trust :)

5) I didn’t, I don’t like anyone that way at the moment

6) I’m excited for the school holiday. Just think of all the naps!

7) I went to my dance class

8) I haven’t seen girls get wasted yet, I’m a 15 year old loser XD

9) I guess a certain amount of confidence is cute? Over awkward like me isn’t great XD

10) water

11) I fully trust @kieran-sw and he is the opposite gender

12) all my jeans are skinny even though they’re not full on skinny on me, it’s hard to find the right size for my short ass XD

13) I’m gonna sleep until I’m too hungry to sleep, eat, try to draw, play the ukulele, play the piano, cuddle a cat, scroll through tumblr, watch youtube videos, listen to music and go back to sleep. It’s a busy day XD

14) I have no idea what I’m gonna buy next. Probably food knowing me

15) Im not going out with anyone and I haven’t kissed anyone sooooooo no

16) everyone changes so maybe. But I personally don’t change a lot for some reason? Even my face hasn’t changed much in about 8/9 years or so because looking back at pictures I look pretty much the same and my personality is also pretty much the same and I’m rambling and you get the picture so imma shut up and move on

17) I feel most comfortable talking about everything to @kieran-sw and my friend since we were even smaller @drawsmaddy

18) I’ve never felt so bad that I’ve felt broken but the closest I’ve been to feeling that way was a few days ago?

19) I haven’t no and I’m not planning to

20) I’m starting to realise that mY HAND REALLY HURTS! I damaged it back in March (on my birthday too) by playing against my own team in hockey (I hated them all) and I tackled someone and the impact of my stick clashing into theirs “bruised” my hand. It’s not broken but I think it’s something to do with my tendons. It was worth it though, my team lost each time XD i’m getting my hand checked out in the holidays though so I’ll find out what it is soon XD

21) I am in a good mood >:3c

22) I would love to swim with sharks! I was going to when I was about 4 but I couldn’t swim well back then so I freaked at how deep the tank was. But I can swim now and I would love to try it as I, missed a great opportunity!

23) My dad’s are green, but a different shade. His are more normal, mine are strange XD

24) I want a snack

25) I’d be a bit sad but I’d be happy for them both, and I wouldn’t really say anything. Their life, they do what they want :D

26) ,y current hair colour is a dirty blonde and that’s also my natural colour. I don’t see myself in any other colour, I’d look wierd XD

27) If they didn’t make me laugh then probably not. I’m a jokey person I want someone that I can joke with

28) The last thing that made laugh was my own joke :| I’m one of those people yes, I’m sorry

29) I quite miss @drawsmaddy, I don’t see her very often but when we do meet up its great XD

30) depends what they do.

31) no! @kieran-sw is a great hooman!

32) I don’t have feelings for anyone yet so I guess not because I don’t know him either

33) I’m not, it drink too much. But my dad keeps buying it so now I think I’m addicted to caffeine….

34) at the moment, my cat purring very loudly ^w^

35) I write my working out in pencil and when I’m at home and there’s no pens then I use a pencil because I have more pencils than pens

36) ask future me, she probably still won’t have kissed anyone XD

37) I do. It happens all the time to me. I’m just going about my day and then a dog comes by or a cat sits around somewhere and I’m overwhelmed with love at first sight ♡ (for humans though, no I don’t)

38) My mum

39) a bunch of people in my dance class just now

40) because they didn’t exist :)

41) around June 7th to June 10th?

42) I hug my mum all the time :D

43) honey I am an embarrassment ;)

44) I don’t tan, I’m like paper on a bonfire when I’m in the sun. So I stay so pale that I blinded myself when my arms are uncovered in the sun all year

45) I haven’t had my first kiss

46) no I didn’t actually. I usually do but last night I didn’t for some reason, I just slept

47) My mum, again hehehe

48) I do sometimes. When I’m home alone I do. When someone’s in I don’t. I don’t want to make their ears bleed XD

49) I do dance in the car when I’m travelling and I’m bored and get a burst of energy and have nothing better to do than embarrass my sister in busy traffic XD

50) I have used a bow and arrow and very badly. I’m better at rifles XD

51) I think I was 10 when that was last done

52) not all musicals, I’m obsessed with quite a few ;D

53) Christmas is stressful when I’m getting gifts for friends and getting asked what I want

54) eat a what now?

55) I’m not a pie kinda person. Soggy fruit/meat? No thanks

56) I wanted to be an animator, and I still do!

57) no but kinda? I dunno. Sometimes I guess

58) I do quite a lot yes

59) no I don’t, the only thing I swallow daily is a hayfever tablet XD

60) I don’t like wearing slippers so I don’t wear them. So I wear socks instead

61) I don’t wear a bath robe they get in my way. I wear a jumper like thing instead, it’s so cozy :)

62) I wear pj’s. But if I’m too hot I wear my old PE shorts and a vest

63) a concert that I’ve been a part of? I’ve never been a part of a concert. But I have been in shows in school productions and the local theatres since I was very little XD

64) I’ve never been to any of those, I’m brittish

65) I don’t care, as long as the stuff does its job

66) never had any of them. I’ve actually never heared of fritos either, what are they?

67) I used to eat sunflower seeds a lot. Not anymore though

68) I don’t really have one XD

69) I take Highland. But I used to do ballet, tap and modern dance classes too until I quit because even though I passed all my exams, so they’d never move me up so I’d be stuck with younger kids. Plus a boy kept pinning me into a corner calling me “hot” and i didnt like it and he clearly needed to get his eyes tested because I am definitely not hot, I’m a small potato XD

70) I’m 15, I’m not looking that far forward yet

71) I can. I can also made a triple curl in my tongue to make a clover shape, it’s wierd XD

72) I’ve never had a spelling bee

73) I have, I do that quite a lot actually

74) the maze runner series is quite good. Those are the last books I read and I enjoyed them so I guess those are my favourites XD

75) It depends what it is I’m studying really

76) I don’t burn it at all but a couple of friends do and I like it

77) once? I think?

78) I don’t know, I’ve seen quite a lot of people. I’d probably really wanna go if dodie did one? But I probably wouldn’t be able to go

79) it was one I went to with guiding. Saw a bunch of cool people

80) I don’t drink tea or hot drinks

81) the answer is basically the same as 80’s

82) ooooh… That’s a hard decision… white chocolate chip maybe? There’s so many!

83) I can swim well yes, I even had lifeguard training at one point :D

84) it’s pretty easy to hold your breath without holding your nose, is that a thing? Do people have to do that? Huh, I learned a thing today hehehe

85) I’m quite patient when I want to be. I’m patient enough to get through all these questions so I must be hehehe

86) I don’t know, I’ve only been to 2 wedding receptions and both had a DJ playing some pretty cool songs

87) I win the adults photography competition quite a lot. Never the kids one, I think they tend to go for the school’s photos instead of one’s taken with a big camera and not a tiny one hehehe. The prize is the same anyway

88) despite my ugly face, I wouldn’t have plastic surgery unless I got acid or serious burns on my face and it was necessary

89) ew olives

90) people can do what they want, as long as they’re sure that they’re ready then that’s fine by me. Athough underage sex isn’t really the best idea in my opinion but still, you do what you want, your life, live it how you want as long as it doesn’t effect other people

91) at some point yes I do :)

Finally! That took some time XD

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