#this is never gonna end i'm just gonna keep adding things to do until something fills the void

[3lli3l0v3r]

how soon is now? | part one

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teasers: one. two. series masterlist. next part here!!

♡: hallway crush!ellie x uni student!reader

☆: listen, i know this timeline is kind of ridiculous, but i’ve organized it all best as i can! this is the expanded story based on those first little blurbs introducing the au (reads fine on its own though), and this part specifically was originally going to be one huge fic, but i've ultimately decided to split it up and drop the first part now, because i feel like it ends in a convenient enough space where i can make a separation not so jarring. so that means this will have a direct continuation (how soon is now? 2 ? lol this is so stupid-), and that will be posted soon enough once i finish it! but yes that means after so much waiting, it's finally here for y’all. i literally thought up this silly idea right before i passed out on new years, and never expected y’all to love it so much…but i keep my promises, so here. also love the smiths and felt the title sort of fit. i feel like not too much happens but eh anyway, thank you for waiting, thank you for reading, and please enjoy!

♧:4.6k word count

◇:suggestive but not explicit - horny descriptions and tension, however no smut (for now?….BUT DON'T HOLD ME TO THAT.) no descriptions of reader’s physical appearance, no use of “y/n”, slow-burn construction and loooooads of pining, a lot of build up but stay with me, attempts at occasional foreshadowing, smau elements(text messages lmao), savage starlight is a plot point lol, hallwaycrush!ellie is sort of a mix of loser/modern/university au/dorky-ish ellie I DON'T EVEN KNOW. abby is your bestie, girl what else do i put here- this is just kinda plot, plot, and more plot progression about the whole ordeal, and me indulging my obsession with modern!ellie. (lmk if there's anything to be added!)

“Abbyyyyyyyyyy.” 

You rolled around your lifelong best friend’s bed, babbling her ear off while she studied away at her desk, or tried to at least. This situation has been a daily occurrence for weeks at this point.

Laying on your stomach facing away from her, you could hear her scoff in annoyance. “What?” “Please give me some advice..I don't know what I'm even supposed to do. She's driving me up the wall." This crush was the sole thing occupying your poor mind, so naturally, you had to drown your bestie with your troubles as well. That's what friends do. Abby spun around on her chair to face you, with a clearly fed up expression on her face, and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. 

“Well I don’t fucking know man, I’ve already given you my best advice, and that's either introduce yourself, or suffer.” She said coolly. You sat up and groaned. Wasn't there an easier way? One that didn't involve actually taking initiative and doing something? Maybe, hypothetically, you ace a test, and the professor announces it in front of everyone as he emotionally congratulates his star student, and she bounds over, beaming. Then tearfully confesses her love and admiration for you- hold on, where the fuck is this going?

“Oh come on, you know I can’t do that..” You gulped a burning bundle of anxiety down as you replayed the scenarios with your obsession for the thousandth time that day, the mere crumbs you were forced to fixate on until you saw her next, the first sighting that started this whole fiasco,  and shook your head to clear it and listen to what your best friend had to say. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, slamming her textbook shut and making her way over to sit next to you.

“Listen babe, I love you, but you really gotta get ahold of yourself, alright?” She spoke sternly, looking you straight in the eyes to make sure you understood and absorbed every last word she said. “Listen, here's what you're gonna do. when you pass her in the hall, smile, it's simple but it's a classic, okay? And then you listen to the lecturer as normal, right? I have no idea what you nerds do in astrophysics, but that's besides my point. Make sure to pay attention and not stare only at her like a stalker or something, I cannot stress enough how normal you gotta be. But here's where it gets good, you still with me?” 

You're listening to her for sure, and nod vigorously. Crystal clear. She continues, “Okay you said you sit as far as possible from her? Sheesh, why'd you do that? When the class is over I want you to go over to her, and introduce yourself. Catch her on her way out, tap her on the shoulder if you're feeling bold. Ask for some of her contact details, play it cool. Just don't shit yourself, got it? All you gotta do." 

Abby finishes her speech, smirking and looking smug. She's positive she got through to you this time. On the surface you're totally chill, confident even, ready to snatch this ethereal being for yourself, however underneath all that you knew you didn't have an ounce of the courage that was required for this seemingly impossible task. 

Breathing deeply to calm yourself and try to take in her helpful words as best as possible, you give Abby a hug. “Thank you Abs, really. I'll do my best. Oh, but what if I freak out and start stuttering- or what if I trip and fall on her…I can't do this what the hell.” Swarmed with worry, you start doubting yourself yet again. Burying your face in your palms, you feel two strong hands on either side of your upper arms and you look back at Abby, who's really not playing around anymore. 

She was so serious about this it almost scared you. Either she cared about you more than anything, or she wanted to hear the end of these pathetic, lovestruck rambles. You prayed it was the former. 

“Suck it up. You can do this. You've had crushes before haven't you? This should be a piece of cake c’mon, I believe in you. Make sure to keep me updated every step of the way! I need to hear every last detail.” She lightens up at the end and releases you from her grip once she sees you've relaxed. 

Unsurprisingly, your best friend always knew what to say to snap you out of your spirals. Maybe most would disagree with her methods, say she was being rough, but they worked for you. Heart rate returning to a normal pace, you reply genuinely. 

“Okay, okay I got this. Yeah, it'll be fine.” She was getting through to you, this time you felt sure of it. “Good, good. Now will you let me finish this stupid assignment? Then we can watch something or do whatever." Abby chatted as she got up and sat back at her desk, resuming her studious endeavor as she left you with your thoughts. 

Immediately you heard her mutter, “All this and you don't even know her goddamn name…good grief.” For the sake of preserving the peace you chose to graciously ignore that one. She said she wanted some quiet, didn't she? 

Drifting away into a sea of daydreams, your thoughts inevitably returned to being clouded by this cryptic figure. It was like she'd cast a love spell on you. Did she even know who you were? Or did she shoot everyone those insufferably charming looks of hers. Was she even aware of how fucking cool she was? 

Dressed in that deliciously grungy style, you yearned to know what floated behind her greener-than-grass eyes. Her hair looked so smooth and soft, the wispy auburnette strands framing her refined features, intriguing fern tattoo decorating her lean forearm…. You felt your cheeks begin to heat up as a portrait of her materialized in your mind's eye. Nestling into the comfortable atmosphere of your best friend's room, you sunk deeper into your thoughts.

Like Abby had mentioned, it certainly wasn't as if you've never had crushes before, you've certainly had your fair share of them, like most people. But that was a sort of flaky, surface level interest, whether it be for their looks, their little quirks, or ways they treated you. Maybe it has been a while since you'd had a proper crush, but you couldn't recall a time when the infatuation, the pure limerence, had hit you this hard before. You almost felt helpless, just besotted by her.

You simply needed to act on this. Right then and there you steeled yourself, and decided you were going to follow Abby's advice after all, and go after this hallway crush. Worst comes to worst, she turns you down, you get over it eventually, bla bla end of story. It wasn't going to be too complicated, right?

You and Abby had stayed up all night, dusk till dawn, gossiping about things other than your hallway crush, shocking, and you were greatly regretting that decision the very moment it was time to gather your books and get to class.

You really did not feel like stunning everyone around you with a gorgeous outfit today, you were just trying to make it through the day in one piece to be honest with yourself. 

With a pounding headache you threw on some mismatched sweats, and ran out the door to be on time. Your bag felt unreasonably heavy as you made your way down your apartment stairs, and you cursed your past self for choosing a building without an elevator. Sure, exercise is healthy, but it can’t be when you’re feeling like a zombie, and wish for nothing more than a good, long nap.

Luckily the lecture hall was a comfortable distance away from your place, not far enough to make it a pain, but enough so you could get a much needed breath of fresh air. The tiredness had pushed all plans of action you and Abby had discussed the previous night to the back of your head, and you weren't thinking of your crush at all. At least for now. 

Walking slowly with your gaze pointed downward, you eventually made it to the hall. Completely dazed and zoned out, you made a mental note to never pull an all nighter again, gross, who’s idea was that- thump. 

Out of nowhere you're rudely jolted from your silent sulking by colliding with something, or someone? It takes a moment to register what happened, and you quickly look up from staring at the ground to sort the situation out. “Oh my gosh I am so sorry..” 

Profusely apologizing while simultaneously being smacked across the face with the realization of who this was. Her. Your words trail off as you’re suddenly winded, and you feel your blood run cold. You’re transfixed by the intense eye contact, and it feels like time has stopped. Goodness, this is dramatic. 

In the time it takes for you to briefly die and come back to life, the young woman has lowered her chunky headphones so they rest around her neck, Morissey’s vocals faintly floating out of them, and is looking at your stunned state with an indiscernible sneer playing on her face. Was this actually happening? Holy shit you and Abby did not discuss this scenario…you weren’t looking where you were going and had collided with an actual Earth angel. Great.

Still gawking at her like an absolute buffoon, akin to a deer in headlights, she breaks the tension first, with a smooth voice that you would obey virtually any command for. 

“Nah, you’re good.” And a wink. Your heart skipped a beat, or four, when you witnessed her wink at you. Did you imagine it? Was she being suave on purpose or did she have an eyelash in her eye…Was your life a literal rom-com or what? 

“Um..” Your mouth opens and closes in an attempt to form a coherent sentence, but your brain is much too fried to do so because, well, you had just made physical contact with the literal girl of your dreams. And gods did she smell good…while you’re unable to tear your eyes away from hers, she keeps talking as if nothing happened.

“I think the prof had an emergency or fuckin’, I dunno.” She stops to gesture around the two of you at the crowd that had formed in front of the auditorium’s double doors with elegant, ring adorned fingers..holy fuck you needed those inside you right fucking now- WHAT. 

Briskly shoving those thoughts down to the deepest depths of your subconscious back to where they belong, you turned your attention back to her, and put on a brave front. Hyper aware of how searing hot your face felt, her pretty self didn't show a hint of caring that you were making a fool of yourself. They say that any situation is always worse in your head than it was in actuality, well you hoped so. 

“So, what are we supposed to do now?” Clearing your throat you managed a sentence back, hooray. You were doing this. Good job. Although, of course, before the gorgeous nymph before you had a chance to respond with her own assumptions, a substitute lecturer you had never seen before pushes his way through the crowd and unlocks the door while people file in, separating you from her. You felt like Rose, viciously torn away from Jack from Titanic, what a cruel, cruel world this was.

And once again you didn't get to ask her name. Re-slinging her bag with one arm, she looks back at you one final time and throws you a “cya around.” Before disappearing into the auditorium with everyone else. You meekly nod at her and force a lopsided smile, before leaning against the wall to steady yourself after that fiasco in the now empty hallway.

Wasting virtually not a moment of time, you pulled your phone out and began furiously texting Abby with a recount of the events at a speed faster than the speed of light. 

Once that excruciatingly torturous class was over, you applauded yourself for containing the stares in her direction and keeping your eyes fixated on the professor. Whether you actually retained any information, now that was a different story. Picking up your bags and laptop, you stay behind for a moment as everyone else files out, no need to crowd and suffocate amongst the other students, and you had nowhere to be except catch up on your favorite shows and relax all by yourself. 

Filing out the auditorium with everyone else, you see a familiar face pass by you, and vaguely hear Abby’s voice in your head urging you to seize the moment. Now’s your chance, go! And so you gather every little bit of strength you possess to do just that. 

After a couple deep breaths you jog up to her. “Uh, hey.” She turns around and gives you a warm smile, making your legs instantly turn to jelly. You subtly checked her out and took in her outfit, another bulky jacket and lightly distressed jeans. Fingers studded with layered silver rings, and those big ole headphones seemed to be magnetically attached to her, she always had them on her. Note to self: ask for some music recommendations.

She was even hotter up close…with a beautiful galaxy of freckles scattered across her fair skin, you wanted to place a kiss on every single of them. “I, um, never caught your name.” “It's Ellie.” She sticks out her hand for a handshake and you accepted it, you finally had a name to the face you've been pining over so intensely for so long. Abby was going to lose it once you tell her about this. You steady your voice and hide the glee that was likely evident from this interaction going so smoothly, and introduce yourself to her as well.

After some time of idle chit chat and standing there, neither one of you knowing really what to say, Ellie pipes up, facepalming, tsking, and furrowing her brows. “Oh yeah, I don’t mean to spring this on you outta nowhere, but would you wanna study sometime?” She flushes a dusty pink, “I don't know anyone else taking this course and am having kind of a hard time with it...when I chose it, I expected it to be more about space and the planets, and less about numbers and math, my head hurts.”

Her demeanor was making you feel rather comfortable with her, even though the two of you had just formally met a few minutes prior. “I would love to, yeah!” Maybe you were being a little too enthusiastic, but at this point you were operating on pure instinct and not thinking critically of what was coming out of your mouth. “I actually don't have any plans now, or today at all, so if you want to, we can get a head start before the next class?” Well that just slipped out. Go you, blurting things out. 

You had no idea why you'd said that because your place was an absolute mess, clothes strewn everywhere, trash can still full, you'd been too preoccupied with your studies, and well her, to do much about it. To your horror, Ellie exclaims, “Hey, that's perfect! I don't have anything to do right now either, and it would be good to act on it while it's still fresh in my mind, y’know?” Her face morphs into an adorable toothy grin as she taps on her skull comically, you were becoming more obsessed by the second, if that was even possible.

Every little sliver of her personality you got to see under the stoic one you had assumed she had just grasped at your heartstrings. You smiled back at her so hard you almost pulled a muscle in your cheeks, “Awesome! Follow me, then, my dorm isn't far.”

The walk there was mostly fine as the two of you made it to your place, Ellie occasionally making comments about how she hates the class even though she adores outer space and learning about it on her own time, and you were nodding and acting as if you're listening, agreeing with her robotically while she rambled away and you daydreamed about what her lush lips would feel like on yours. You wondered if she was gentle with it, or if she’d kiss you hungrily, devour you like her very last meal….gulp.

Leading her to your place was an automatic task, not much navigation needed, and when the journey was done you had to legitimately stop short for a moment in an attempt to soothe the pounding in your chest. 

The crush that has plagued your mind for ages, who you've just met formally today, was about to be in your room. The two of you were about to be alone. That was totally fine, yeah, she can't be a murderer…..right?

“You good?” She asked sweetly, why did she have to be so nice, “Those stairs were killer, I totally get it, phew.” “Oh for sure, gets me every time.” Covering up your panic smoothly, you unlocked the door and went inside with her. When she walked inside, Ellie took a glance around your room and set herself down at the edge of your bed, immediately making herself comfortable, while you still lingered in the doorway, awkwardly swaying and staring at her, unsure of what to do with yourself. 

Suddenly you had completely forgotten why she was here in the first place. “No way, you read Savage Starlight too???” She spotted the figurine on your desk and snatched it up in her hands to inspect it thoroughly, with a childlike wonder in her eyes. “Wow, this one was a limited edition and it sold out in like an hour, I'm so jealous you got this!! How much you want for it, I'm serious.” She was so excited, and you couldn't believe it. Savage Starlight has always been one of your favorite comics ever, you've loved it since you were a young teen, and now this seemingly perfect human before you, who you're hopelessly obsessed with says she loves it too? Could she get any more flawless, is all you could wonder.

Her happiness because of this little thing you two bonded over was infectious, and some of your nerves slowly began to go away.  Grinning genuinely, you sheepishly said, “I've never met anyone else who likes it, that story has helped me through lots of phases in my life, and Daniela was my gay awakening.” Ellie gaped at you for a beat, making you almost doubt revealing that information.

“No. Fuckin’. Way. Mine too! Her suit was just- damn. And those action scenes in the third volume had my thirteen year old self’s brain just mush for, I don't even know for how long. This is crazy, I can already see we’re gonna get along so well.”

You wanted to talk to her about everything and anything forever, and her glee made you want to squish her, but there was unfortunately work to be done first. “There’s so much we have to discuss, but we gotta get some studying done first if we wanna make it out of this course alive.”

You were sitting at your desk, hunched over the sprawled out textbooks and messy notes, as you drew the graphs and talked to her about the concepts she was struggling with. Your desk was so small and you only had one chair, and you were the one using it, so Ellie was forced to hover over you to see all you were doing.

Focusing solely on the subject before you was proving to be more difficult as studying time went by, because you were a little too aware of the way she had caged you in against the desk to watch, her oversized shirt grazing your upper back. You gripped your pen ever so tightly to minimize any trembling, and kept a steady voice as best you could while explaining it all.

She was so, so close, the tension in the tiny room was palpable, she didn't seem to notice your nervous tremors or the proximity she’d created, and the low murmurs of, “ohhh, mhm, yeah,” as you embarrassingly stammered over your explanations made you flushed and to be frank, needy. You could feel her warmth radiating off of her, could faintly hear her breathing just above you. You didn't dare move a muscle. Was she feeling this too?

At this point you swore the delicious gravelly vibrations from her voice this close to you would be plenty enough to make you cream your pants. The air in the enclosed space was getting hotter and thicker by every passing moment, it took everything you had to keep yourself from losing your mind right now. If you moved back a petty few inches, you’d be pressed flush with her front. What would that be like, you wondered. Oh, no. Your throat felt drier than the desert when you swallowed, the thought of that making you weak.

Since your focus on the work was lapsing, you were beginning to make some little mistakes and blunders, compelling her to take the pen right from your hand and fix them herself. “No, no, this one’s supposed to be like this instead, see? Then you're able to get the right answer which is…” She stretches over you further, you nearly whined, someone save you, and grabs the textbook to review the solution. “Like this, yeah, I was right. Honest mistake though, don’t worry about it.”

You nod your head and make a pathetic murmur of approval, ignoring the fiery tingles spreading all the way up your arm when her hand bumps yours to return the writing utensil, and the blistering coil of want forming in your stomach. This all had to be deliberate, right? She couldn't lack that much spatial awareness, could she? Well, it wasn’t that you minded, she could get as close as she damn wanted to, you'd let her throw you around like a ragdoll even- you were just afraid your heart was going to give out if she kept it up. “Could you show me this work you guys did? Of course the one day I'm late, the prof talks about something new and I miss it.” 

What feels like an eternity later, you hear her groan above you and she returns to her earlier spot on your bed. You can finally breathe properly. Glancing at the clock, your own headache begins to set in. Crap it was late, how time flies. 

“We’ve been studying for so long, it’s getting late.” “Shit, you’re right, I’ve definitely overstayed my welcome. Sorry about that, and hey, thanks for this. I understand it all a lot better now, see you tomorrow.”

She stands up abruptly and ushers herself out of your door in a flash, to which you clumsily stand up, knock your chair over, and hastily run after her, not wanting her to go just yet. “Wait, Ellie!” “What's up, did I forget something?”

She pats her pockets and looks at you with concern. Round puppy dog eyes, and lips in a miniscule pout, so cute. You were in front of her now, but did not process what you actually wanted to say. Just ran after her like the smitten nincompoop you are. Upon feeling your face go hot, you look at the ground to mutter, “Uh- nothing. See you later.” Realistically, what were you planning on saying, or doing?

After stumbling over your words you two finally part ways and you slump down against your door, missing her presence already. You simultaneously wanted to jump around or open your bedside table drawer to release the energy you'd accumulated, and wanted to fall into the deepest sleep of your life to recuperate from the experience. This was just, a lot. You wanted to scream and screech like there's no tomorrow, but did not want to deal with noise complaints from the others living on your floor. Gosh she was so close, she shares your niche interest, your hands touched, albeit accidentally, lo and behold you were in love with her.

Maybe it was early to call it that, but you were going to plan out your future together. Preferably a quaint, peaceful farmhouse, the one you two lovebirds renovated together exactly how you envisioned, where you could ogle her doing the farmwork. Ugh. Cook all her favorite meals, make sweet, sweet love under the moonlight. Take strolls through the flower gardens you two planted, receive her curated bouquets as gifts, you two are going to have such a tender, domestic life. 

You had to mull it over some more, and didn’t dare wish to forget how close she was to you, you were still buzzing from her essence. You were pointlessly pacing around your room now, unable to stop looping the study session's events in your head. The simplicity, the eroticism of the encounter. One-sided or not, you had yet to find out more about her, the impatience was going to take over. The day almost seemed too good to be true, but for now you had to force yourself to relax and think about something other than her. Time to browse Pinterest with striking kitchen ideas for your beautiful future. 

What were you going to say to her the next time you see her? You were eager to know how, or if at all, this new friendship was going to progress. Part of you was dying of impatience, but the rest of you wanted to take it all as slow as possible, savoring every little moment and making the most of it. 

You sighed, this was going to be a long, long, year.

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.......really hoping this doesn't flop because it isn't smutty, yall wanted more fics that are plot soooo

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[sannie4luv]

Make You Mine

Pairing: Sugar daddy! Seonghwa x f!reader

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (the crowd boos), oral sex (m&f receiving), degradation, daddy kink, age gap (seonghwas 38 & reader is 23), squirting, seonghwa smokes.

Word count: 8k

Summary: after losing your job money had been tight, you weren’t sure how you were gonna make ends meet. Until your friend suggests something that catches your eye.

Being a camgirl.

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"Fuck! SHIT!!" You screamed as you jumped out of bed as soon as you saw the digital clock that sat next to your bed, and to your demise. You over slept again. Even after your boss clearly stated that if you were late again you would be fired. "Okay, it's 7:30 and work starts at 8:00, I definitely got this. No sweat at all!"

Except you definitely didn't have it. Even after throwing on your clothes and doing your hair and makeup as quick as you could, you still managed to be 5 minutes late. And your boss Mingi had clearly told you that if you were even a minute late again that you would be fired.

"I thought I told you that next time you were late you would be fired, so tell me Y/N why are you late yet again? And don't give me that "I overslept and my alarm didn't go off bullshit." he says while making quotation marks with his fingers.

Mingi wasn't always like this though, he actually used to be a pretty great boss until he asked you out and you ultimately rejected him. Having not taken the rejection well he was out for blood, and made sure that your work environment was an absolute living hell.

"Please Mingi give me one more chance I promise I won't be late again, I really need this job." You begged and pleaded but alas they fell upon deaf ears. "No Y/N i'm done with you being late all the time so you can kiss your job goodbye. Get out of my office and pack your shit before I have to have security come do it for you. You better be out of this god damn building in 10 minutes." Mingi said with his gritted teeth, clearly he wasn't fucking around this time.

Pretty much scared out of your mind you got up and left his office and headed to your desk to collect your things with tears welling up in your eyes. "Fucking hell Y/N how could you be so reckless and fucking stupid." You whispered to yourself has you collected your belongings from your desk. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, since everyone knew about you rejecting Mingis offer they saw this coming.

After collecting your things you left your office that had been your workplace for the last 6 months and ultimately you were jobless yet again. It wasn't that you weren't good at keeping a job, you did your job very well. It's just you were very unlucky when it came to any job, it seemed like you could never catch a break. Whether it be asshole bosses, harsh work environments, stalker customers, or bitchy receptionists.

At this point you didn't know what to do anymore, because you indefinitely needed a job. Your rent was already high enough even though you had one of the shittiest apartments in Seoul, you were very behind on your bills, and you could barely afford to feed yourself. What the hell were you gonna do now?

So you did what you know best and called up your childhood best friend Yeosang, since he always knew what to do in a situation like this. You took out your phone and dialed his shops number since you figured he didn't have his cell phone on him. "KYS Motors this is Yeosang speaking how may I help you?" Yeosang spoke on the other line. "Yeosangggg it's Y/N" you said with a whiny voice. Yeosang could tell something was up since it sounded like you had just finished crying. "What's up princess? What's wrong?" Yeosang said adding the nickname he always called you ever since you guys were younger. "I just got fired and I don't know what to do, help me please." You said as you walked down the busy streets of Seoul whilst crying into the phone. "Come down to the bike shop, I'll see you when you get here princess." Yeosang said then the call disconnected. You weren't too far from his bike shop but since you had no car or money to take the bus you were resorted to walking everywhere. And walking around with this heavy box that had all your things in it was making your arms tired and the heels on your feet were killing you. "God dammit fuck this stupid ass box and fuck these heels." You said as you went to a near by trash can and tossed the box along with the heels away, there wasn't anything important in the box and the heels were hand me downs from your mother. After this you stomped away angrily down to KYS Motors.

Yeosang heard the door chime as he looked over he noticed your disheveled and barefoot figure. "Hey princess, did you forget to wear shoes this mornin?" Yeosang said with a chuckle. "No you dumbass I was just tired of those heels so I tossed them in the trash on my way over here. But that's not even important right now, I need a fucking job." You said frantically, you didn't wanna straight up ask Yeosang to hire you but you didn't know what else to do. "Are you hinting at you want me to give you a job?" Yeosang said with a raised eyebrow, "if so it's not gonna happen." He said as he walked over to the bike he was working on before you got here.

"Please Yeosang it'll only be for a little bit until I can find a new one. I don't care what it is I just need to make enough to pay my bills and rent. Please Yeosang I won't ask for anything from you ever again." You said as you bowed in front of him, you hated begging more than anything but you were desperate at this point.

"Ugh fine. But it's not permanent, I already have too many people working for me already. You can work here for max 3 months and then you have to find somewhere else okay? I'll let just let you clean up around the shop, will that work?" Yeosang said with a sigh, it's not that he didn't wanna hire you or help you out. It's just he had a very strict rule about not hiring close family and friends.

"Yes thank you so much Yeosang! thank you thank you thank you!" You said excitedly and hugged him from behind and planted a kiss on his cheek since he was still slumped over the bike. "Yeah, yeah. Be here tomorrow at 10:30, make sure you’re here on time. I'll see you tomorrow princess." Yeosang said has he continued to work on the bike and waved at you as you walked out the door and back to your apartment.

As you walked down the streets of Seoul your phone began to ring, taking it out the caller ID read 'PARK HANA' you decided to answer since she rarely ever gets time to call you. "What's up Hana?" You said as you brought the phone to your ear. "Y/NNNNN are you busy right now?" Hana said clearly sounding like she was bored. "Not really no, just heading home because I got fired from my job." This made Hana’s ears perk up, "What??? What do you mean you got fired from your job? Was it because of that bitch of a boss Mingi?" Hana said into the phone, "Bingo." You stated. "Can you meet me at the cafe near your apartment? I miss you." Hana asked and honestly you just wanted to go home because today was already rough to begin with, lost in your thoughts. You noticed you still didn't have on shoes, "Uh, yeah I just have to run home really quick. I'll meet you there in 15?" You asked Hana. "Yeah be there in 15!" You said as you sprinted towards your apartment building

After grabbing shoes and changing your clothes into more comfortable ones you headed to the cafe that was just a few places down from your apartment building. Upon opening the door you accidentally bump into a tall man with black hair "oh sorry I didn't mean to bump into you." You said as nicely as you could to the very handsome looking man. "Oh that's okay I didn't see you there sweetheart." He said with a dimply smile and pushed passed you to leave the cafe. Upon walking into the cafe you catch Hana waving to you in the Corner of the shop. "HANA!!" You said as you hugged her tightly, it had been forever since you saw her since she was mostly working. "Y/N! It's so nice to see you! I can't believe you lost your job I'm so sorry!" Hana said as you both sat down in the booth. "Yeah it's a fucking lot right now, he made my life living fucking hell there just because I was the first person that wasn't interested in fucking him. I mean I'm not saying he's not attractive, but he has a complete shit personality and this stupid superiority complex. Honestly I'm not that mad that he fired me now, now I don't have to deal with his bitch ass anymore." You said as your rested your head in your hand, "Well what are you gonna do about a job now?" Hana said sipping her drink that she managed to get before you got here. "Yeosangs letting me help clean up his shop for 3 months just to keep me stable until I find another job. You know how he is about not wanting to hire close family and friends. But it's only gonna be enough for my basic needs, ugh back to the completely broke life I go." You said as you rubbed your face in annoyance. Hana suddenly perked up thinking back to something she saw on the internet earlier that week. "Wait a minute I have an idea... why don't you try being a camgirl!" She said while slapping both of her hands on the table. You looked at her in complete horror and tried to figure out if she actually said that or if you just thought it. "Did you just ask me to try being a camgirl??" You said looking at her with a shocked look on your face. "Yes! You can make fucking bank from it! You're hot I bet the money would come rolling in, in no time!" She said to you. "Hana prostitution is illegal, if I wanted to do that I might as well go join a brothel." You said with a dead panned look on her face. You definitely weren't being persuaded. "Oh my god Y/N it's not prostitution, just think about it! You never know what might happen!" She said to you, "ugh I don't know Hana this seems so... dirty." You said back to her still not convinced. "I'm just saying, these top cam girls pull in THOUSANDS a month. It wouldn't hurt to try. But anyway, I gotta cut this short, Seonghwa just texted me that somethings up at the warehouse. I'll see you later Y/N!" She said rushing out of the cafe.

You sat there in silence by yourself for a bit contemplating what Hana had said. Of course this seemed so dirty and lewd but... desperate times call for desperate measures maybe?

Today was your first day starting work at Yeosangs shop and you made sure that you wouldn't sleep in this time. You set 3 alarms on your alarm clock, and 5 on your cell phone. You jumped up and began to get ready, still thinking about what Hana said to you yesterday.

I mean there was no way that you were even considering this right? You weren't that kind of person. I mean sure you were confident in yourself but like, not this much. But on the other hand you could make a lot of money from it? "God dammit just shut up" you said to yourself as you brushed your teeth trying to get the thought out of your head. After brushing your teeth you looked at the time on your phone "okay we're doing great it's just now 9:30, I have an entire hour until I have to be at work."

You went into your closet and threw on just a regular t-shirt and jeans, you figured Yeosang would give you a work uniform when you got there this morning. You slipped on your shoes, grabbed a jacket and your purse and headed out the door. You decided you were gonna grab a coffee from the cafe this morning since you had extra time.

You walked to the cafe and you once again bumped into someone while trying to get into the door. You looked up and realized it's the same man from before "hm he must come here quite often." You thought to yourself. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to bump into you!" You said as you held your hands up in your defense. "Oh I bumped into you yesterday didn't I? Sorry about that again pretty girl." He said with a sultry voice.

You were flustered at the nickname he just gave you, "I-it's okay! It's my fault! I should really watch where I'm going!" You said quickly, he cocked an eyebrow at you and smiled. He thought you were pretty cute.

"What's your name beautiful?" He asked you as you two stepped aside to let other people get into the cafe. "U-uh my name is Y/N! It's very nice to meet you!" You said as you held a hand out for him to shake it, instead he took your hand into his and gave it a soft kiss. Oh my god you felt like you were about to melt.

"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. I'm San, it's nice to meet you sweetheart." He said with a smirk and a wink. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at that moment. "Thank you! That's a really nice name!" You nearly face palmed at what you just said, really Y/N? "That's a really nice name?" That's the best you can do!??, "haha thank you cutie, well this was nice but I gotta get going. I'll see you around okay?" He said as he patted your shoulder and left.

You couldn't believe that just happened, in the midst of you being flustered you almost forgot about work. "SHIT!" You said as you pulled out your phone quickly unlocking it to look at the time. You let out a sigh of relief noticing that it's only 9:55, you still had plenty of time to grab your coffee before you head to KYS Motors.

After you grabbed your coffee you started your walk over to the bike shop, and you had to admit that you were super fucking nervous. What if Yeosang was super critical of you on your first day? What if he fired you for not cleaning something right? Shit you were really anxious now. Your nerves only got worse when you reached his shop. "You got this Y/N just calm down." You said to yourself to try to hype you up.

"Hey princess! You're early, I'm proud of you." Yeosang said as he unlocked the front door to let you in. The shop wasn't open just yet, it didn't open until 10:45 but he wanted you here early just so he could go over what your duties were. "Yeah well I can't fuck this up I really need this job." You said to him and took a sip of your coffee.

"Well first things first you need a uniform." Yeosang said with a sly smirk on his face as he went to the back to grab your uniform. When he comes back you're greeted with the ugliest jumpsuit you've ever seen in your life. You immediately wanted to argue, but you really needed the job so you just held your tongue. "It's great!" You said enthusiastically, Yeosang could clearly tell you were lying. "Haha I'm just fucking with you, here wear this." He said as he tossed you a grey polo shirt with his shops logo printed on the side.

"Oh thank god." You sighed a sigh of relief as you went to the bathroom to change into your work shirt. "Not bad princess, now you look like you belong." He said slightly rubbing your shoulders to get rid of some of your nerves. "Hey it's okay, don't be nervous. What I'm asking you to do is really easy." Yeosang said as he lead you around the shop stating what your duties would be. It didn't seem hard at all, all of them were really simple tasks.

After a few hours you seemed to get the hang of everything you were supposed to do, so much even you already finished all the work Yeosang had tasked you with. So ultimately you asked him what else there was for you to do and he looked back at you with a stunned look on his face.

"You already finished everything? Um, let me go check it out." Yeosang said getting up from his seat in front of the bike he was working on and began to walk around to the places in which he tasked you to clean. Everything was spotless and perfect. He couldn't believe it. "Well everything looks great, I don't really have anything else for you to do today so you can just go on home if you want." Yeosang said scratching the back of his neck.

"No Yeosang pleaseeee give me something else to do, that apartment is so boring and I need the money." You said tugging on his jumpsuit sleeve. He sighed, giving into you like he always did. "Ugh fine, you see this page? These are all the customers whos bikes are ready for pick up, their name and phone number and what bike they had is all right there. Call them and let them know that they're ready whenever the can come get them." You looked Down at the paper and there was only 3 people whos bikes were ready.

After calling the first two you went to call the 3rd and you noticed something interesting about it. "Choi, San." Read the name, you couldn't help but think back to the San you met this morning. You wondered if it was the same guy. "Oh no that's silly, San is a super popular name. That can't be him."

Well, turns out. It was him. "Hey pretty girl I didn't expect to see you again, you stalkin' me or somethin'?" He said with a Dimpled smirk on his face, making your cheeks blush a bright red. "N-no! I just started working here today I-I didn't know!" You said in your defense. "Haha it's okay cutie I'm just joking around, can I have the keys?" He said with that stupid grin on his face. God he was so hot.

You went over to the cork board that housed all the bike keys, skimming until you found his you grabbed it and handed it to him. "Thanks beautiful I'll see you around." He said with a wink. Good thing you were wearing black pants because you were a fucking waterfall right now.

"You know him?" Yeosang said while wiping his hands that were riddled with oil on a towel. "Um, I bumped into him at the cafe near my apartment yesterday and today and it just turns out that he comes here to get his bike maintenance done." You said still blushing. "Yeah he's a pretty good customer, he's been coming here for a few years now along with his brother." Yeosang said to you. "Oh that's really cool."

You said to him. "Yeah, anyway. I don't have anything else for you to do and we close in about 30 minutes so you can just head on home. Don't worry I'll still pay you for the whole day." Yeosang said as he grabbed your shoulder playfully. "Okay thank you for this again Yeosang, I'll see you tomorrow morning!" You said while grabbing your things and heading out the door.

The walk to your apartment was only about 10 minutes so you made it here pretty quick. Upon coming inside you kicked your shoes off at your front door and trudged your way to the bedroom and flopped on your bed. Work wasn't hard at all it's just you were on your feet all day. You rolled over and stared at the ceiling, you couldn't stop thinking about San. You couldn't believe all the things he said to you today. Every little nickname made your heart flutter.

You slapped your hands on your face and tried to get him off your mind. You grabbed your laptop and just absentmindedly went to one of the 'illegal' sites to watch one of your favorite shows. Hoping that would get you to stop thinking about the black haired handsome man. Upon entering the website you were greeted with these obvious porn ads, one in particular caught your eye. It read 'diamondgirlsxxx.com' , your curiosity got the best of you and you clicked the ad.

You were immediately greeted with tons of girls on live touching themselves. You blushed and shut your laptop extremely quick. But it didn't stay like that for long since you were pretty curious about all this stuff. You decided to click on one of the random girls, you watched in awe. You couldn't believe how confident and empowering she looked. You wondered if you could look like that too... "fuck it." You whispered to yourself and went over to the 'create account' button.

After putting all your information in you had to decide on a username. You went with "Luv4Kitty" you cringed at the name but it's the best you could come up with. You couldn't believe you just did that, the first thing you did is call up Hana to tell her the news.

"Hey Y/N what's up?" Hana asked into the phone, "I- Uh I wanna try being a camgirl." You said quickly and Hana could hardly tell what you said but she made it out pretty well. "Oh my god are you serious! Yes bitch yes! You know what we have to do right?" She said and you could hear the devious grin on her face. "What?" You said excitedly. "We have to go shopping." She said with a sly smirk. Oh god what have you gotten yourself into.

"Shopping?? Hana you know I can't afford that, I can barely afford to live in the first place." You said with a groan cursing your broke self. "Oh don't worry about it, I got this. Meet me in front of your apartment In 15 minutes." Hana said as she hung up. You didn't understand what she meant by what she said. You just trusted her judgement and started to get ready.

You ended up just switching your shirt to a classic tee since you were still in your work uniform. You decided to just stick with the jeans. You grabbed your purse and keys and walked down to the front of the building where you were supposed to meet Hana. You scrolled through your phone until you heard a honk which indicated Hana was here.

You noticed it wasn't her car though, she rolled down the window and smirked at you. "Get in bitch we're going shopping." She said as she flashed a black card and your eyes went wide. You couldn't help but notice the handsome man sitting in the drivers seat smoking a cigarette

"Hana what the fuck? Who's card is that? Because I know it's not yours." You said as you rolled your eyes getting into the backseat of the car. "It's my brothers and this is him by the way." She motioned to the man sitting in the drivers seat. He gave you a small wave and a smile. "Hana what the fuck do you mean it's your brothers?? We can't spend HIS money on ME. That's so disrespectful."

You said frantically because you knew damn well you don't need to be in anyone's debt. Especially not someone you didn't knows debt. "It's really okay, Hwa is rich as hell. As long as you let him watch your streams he's more than happy to contribute to the cause." She said with a devious smile on her face

"I uh- well I really thank you a lot Hwa?" You said Hana’s nickname for him since she failed to tell you his real name. You sent her a glare because you didn't wanna sound informal. "Haha no problem darling, and my names Seonghwa but Hwa will be just fine." He said while flicking the cigarette ashes out the window. You blushed at his forward ness. "Make sure you pick something pretty for me okay?" He said and this only made you blush 10 times harder.

"I- yes sir!" You said quickly. Seonghwa smirking at your reaction. "So uh, where are we going?" You asked as your scratched the back of your neck nervously. "We're going to the mall duhhh, we gotta get you some cute lingerie to wear! I've seen what underwear you have and they are just not gonna cut it sweetheart." She said with a smirk. "Hana can we please not talk about my underwear in front of your brother."

"Why not? He's gonna see you naked anyway." She said shrugging her shoulders. You couldn't help but notice Seonghwa blush at Hana’s words. "Hana can you please shut up." You said with gritted teeth. It was your first time meeting him and she was already embarrassing you. "Yeah Hana, be nice!" Seonghwa said and he slightly hit Hana in the back of the head. "Don't hit me you fucking geezer." She said slapping his arm.

"We're here guys." Seonghwa said as he pulled into the malls parking lot, you weren't gonna lie. You were super nervous about this whole thing, of course you weren't a stranger to touching yourself or having sex, you had done it plenty of times. But you had never done it on camera for several people to see.

You got out of the car and began walking towards the mall, Seonghwa could tell you were nervous. He thought it was adorable, he let Hana get ahead of you two so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you close. "Don't be nervous pretty girl, you'll look perfect in anything you wear." He whispered into your ear. This made you shiver and tremble with want. "Oh thank you." You said to him as you tried to hide your blushing face.

You both caught up to Hana and followed her to the first store. Of course it was Victoria's Secret. Almost immediately your nerves came back and you started to panic. There were so many beautiful options and you had never owned this kind of lingerie before. "Why don't you pick some out Hana? I'm not really good at this kind of thing." You said as you twiddled your thumbs.

"No problem, I'm perfect at this kind of thing." She said with a wicked grin and immediately started grabbing every piece of lingerie she thought was cute and in your size. Your eyes went wide at the prices of some of these. You couldn't believe people would spend this much money on underwear alone. "Okay here go try these on, I think these will be perfect." She said handing you about 3 sets of lingerie.

Once you got into the dressing room you began to feel nervous again. But that all went away after you tried on the first set. It was a beautiful emerald green color endorsed with lace and ribbons. It fit you perfectly and you couldn't deny that you looked absolutely stunning in it.

"What do you think of this one Hana?" You asked her since Seonghwa wasn't allowed back here per their rules. "Oh my god!! You look so fucking hot Y/N! We definitely have to get that one! Go try on the rest!!" She said excitedly. You were glad that she thought it looked amazing as well.

The second set you tried on was a cute baby pink, the bra being lace that was lined with Rhinestones across the top of your breasts. The bottom featured a lace pink skirt that was attached to a white pair of silk panties. You thought this one was beautiful as well, although you felt more cute rather than sexy. Not that that was a bad thing though.

"Okay what about this one?" You asked Hana again. "oh my fucking god bitch you are so hot!!! definitely a yes!!" She said to you. The confidence you were gaining from this felt invigorating. You couldn't get enough of it.

The third and final set Hana picked out was a royal blue. It was a full lace body suit that dipped down all the way under your belly button in the middle. This one you truly felt sexy in. This was probably your favorite of the three.

"I think this one has to be my favorite Hana I look so hot!" You said as you stepped out to show her and her eyes went wide. "We are so getting that you look amazing! Also, Hwa picked one out for you. He gave it to me for you to try on." She said as she handed you another set of lingerie.

The one Seonghwa picked was gorgeous, it was a lilac silk body suit with lace lined around the top of your breasts and it also featured a long purple sheer robe that had the same lace lining on the ends of the sleeves. You were surprised that he didn't pick something way more revealing. You felt the most beautiful in this one.

"Well?" You asked Hana as you stepped out of the dressing room for the last time, "holy shit Y/N you look so gorgeous, I can't believe he picked that one? You'd think he'd pick something more revealing." Hana had thought the same as you. "We're definitely getting all of these, this should definitely be enough to get you started. Once you get into it more we'll come back and buy you more!" She said as she pushed you back into the dressing room.

You got dressed and walked out with all the lingerie in hand and found Seonghwa waiting for you both outside the dressing rooms just scrolling on his phone. "Hm I'm surprised you stayed here the whole time, don't you think it's kinda boring?" You asked him teasingly. Hana had wandered off somewhere to look for her some things as well.

You were pretty tired so you decided to sit down next to him. "How could I get bored when I know a pretty girl is trying on lingerie for me?" He said with a wink. This alone made you blush. You couldn't help but feel yourself getting riled up at the thought of him. You wondered what other kinds of things he would say to you.

You felt yourself get some courage and whispered in his ear, "how about I let you take it off of me tonight?" You said as you slightly bit his earlobe. It was your turn to make him blush and he felt himself harden at the thought of taking off the lingerie off of you.

"I might have to take you up on that offer baby." He said in a husky voice. God you couldn't wait to get home now.

After your interaction with Seonghwa you couldn't wait to get home, you two exchanged numbers while still in Victoria's Secret away from Hana. Little did you know this was completely set up by Hana in an attempt to get Seonghwa off her ass. Not only did she help you but she finally had someone to set her brother up with.

He had been so strict and annoying lately when it came to the 'fake' family business and he would not shut up. This was her attempt at getting him to let off some steam. It couldn't have worked out any better. Of course you didn't know that though.

After walking around the mall for awhile your feet began to hurt and you grew tired, since you barley had any rest after work that day. And you couldn't wait to get a chance to be alone with Seonghwa in the seclusion of your apartment. "Hey, it's getting pretty late why don't we head home?" You said to Hana and Seonghwa.

Seonghwa smirked at you causing you to blush. He knew exactly what you were pulling here. "Yeah you're right, I'm pretty exhausted as well. Let's get going." Hana said with a yawn and you all headed back towards the entrance of the mall.

Hana offered to let you sit up front so she could lay down in the back seat. You told her that you didn't mind to sit in the back but yet she wouldn't budge and here you were sitting right next to Seonghwa as Hana softly snored in the back seat.

"I had fun with you tonight pretty girl, I hope you enjoy everything you got." Seonghwa said with a sultry voice. God you wanted to take him right then and there. "I-I did! Thank you so much again, I don't know how I can ever repay you." You said to him with a blush on your face. You guys approached a stop light and he leaned over the center console of the car.

"You can repay me with that pretty pussy of yours later baby." He said as he kissed your neck. You suddenly felt a deep pulse between your legs. Your face grew red again as the stop light turned green and you all headed towards your apartment building.

Upon arriving at the front you noticed Hana was still asleep so Seonghwa pulled you in one last time to whisper in your ear. "I gotta drop her off and then I'll head over baby. Put that purple one on just for me and sit pretty for me okay?" He said with a kiss on your cheek. "O-okay I'll see you in a bit Hwa." You said as you stepped out of the car and walked into your apartment building.

You went in your apartment and immediately began to get ready. You hadn't hooked up with anyone in awhile just cause there hadn't been anyone that was really worth hooking up with. So you had a lot of preparations to do.

You figured you had maybe an hour to get ready for him so you jumped in the shower and began washing off the reminiscences of your day. You couldn't get your mind of Seonghwa. He had made you feel so warm today. You couldn't wait to see what else he'd make you feel.

After you washed your body and your hair you went back to your room and towel dried your hair, put on some lotion and some light perfume. You didn't wanna seem like you were trying too hard. But you wanted to put in some effort in looking nice for him.

You pulled out the purple set he picked out and put it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt so beautiful in this. It was definitely your favorite now. You wondered what people would think of it once you started streaming. Would other people find you beautiful in it or would they think you're trying too hard?

You're knocked out of your thoughts when you hear a knock at your door. You texted Seonghwa your apartment number once you exited the car so you knew it had to be him. You could feel yourself getting nervous. "Pull it together Y/N you got this." You said as you headed towards the door.

You opened the door to reveal Seonghwa himself, he had changed from his jeans and leather jacket into a pair of joggers and a hoodie. God he looked even more sexy than before?! How was that possible?

His jaw dropped once he saw you, since he wasn't allowed back in the changing area of the store he never saw what the lingerie looked like on you. God you looked so fucking beautiful he couldn't take his eyes off you. He couldn't wait to get in there and take it off.

"Hey there pretty girl, god you look so fucking hot I can barely contain myself." He said as he backed you into your apartment. Your eyes glanced down to see he was already sporting a semi. The thought of it made you blush.

"Then don't. Show me what you can do old man." You whispered in his ear. This made the hair stand up on the back of his neck and he couldn't hold himself back anymore. "Who the fuck you calling an old man princess?" He said as he smashed your guys' lips together. "Only thing you’re gonna be calling me is daddy, do I make myself clear princess?" He said as he pulled your hair back to kiss up your neck. This action alone made you shiver.

"Yes sir." You said with a moan. "Good girl. Now, show me what that pretty little mouth can do baby." He said as he shoved you to your knees. You're then met with quite the bulge in front of your face. If he looked huge through his sweatpants then you couldn't imagine what he looked like with nothing on. The thought alone made you clench your thighs tightly. Rubbing them together to get some kind of friction.

"Didn't I just tell you to get that mouth of yours to work princess? Or am I gonna have to do it myself?" He said as he grabbed on to the base of your hair and pulled you up to look at him. "N-no daddy I'm sorry." You winced as he held you by your hair. "Good girl, now get to it." He said as he set you back down on your knees.

You pulled down his sweatpants only to be met with a huge tent in his boxers right in front of your face. Yep, this man was definitely huge. Your mouth watered at the sight of it. You gave his tip a small kiss through his black boxers. This made him shutter. "F-fuck baby pull em down please, need you so bad." He said breaking his rough facade for a mere second.

You pulled down his boxers and was met with his monster of a cock. He was definitely bigger than the other men you had been with, you wondered how this was even gonna fit in the first place. You got to work on his dick, grabbing it at the base and slowly stroking it. Getting a little more confident you sucked his tip into your mouth slowly while looking up at him with big doe eyes.

"Fuck baby go deeper please." He said as he grabbed your hair and pushed you down further causing you to gag a bit. You did as you were told and began sucking him off completely. "Fuck yeah princess that's it. That's a good girl." He said as he held your bobbing head.

You grew more confident and put him all the way to the back of your throat. You grew more needy the more you heard his moans, you didn't wanna stop. He felt so good in your mouth you felt like you were getting high off it. The feeling only made you slick the body suit even more.

It had been months since you had sex so you could probably cum from sucking his dick alone. It only made you go faster. "Fuck baby stop I'm gonna cum, I don't wanna cum in your mouth." Seonghwa said as he pulled his dick out of your mouth. He pulled you up by your neck and kissed you deeply. Slipping his tongue in your mouth and tasting himself.

"You want me to eat that pretty pussy baby?" He whispered as he left little hickies on your neck which you would surely need to cover tomorrow. "Please daddy.." you whimpered out as the pool of slick in your body suit was beginning to be too much to bare. You wanted to fuck him so bad.

"Lay on the bed for me pretty girl." He said as he gently pushed you onto the bed. He couldn't get over how hot and fucked out you already were and he hadn't even done anything yet. "Goddamn princess, sucking my cock turned you on that much? Pussys practically dripping for me. Fuck you're so beautiful." He said as he slowly rubbed your clit through the body suit and pressed a small kiss on it.

"F-fuck Seonghwa please." You whispered out feeling yourself get even wetter from his actions. "Don't worry baby Daddy's gonna take good care of you." He said as took off your sheer robe and pulled the straps of the body suit down over your shoulders and took it off. He almost came at the sight of you. You were even more beautiful than he imagined.

"God princess you're perfect. Lookin' so pretty for me." He said as he fondled your boobs. God everything about you was perfect he couldn't get enough of it. "Please touch me Seonghwa please." You whimpered out as you couldn't take his teasing anymore. "No problem baby. I got you." He kissed down from your neck, to your navel, and finally to the place you needed him most.

"Please, I need you so bad." You whimpered out to him hoping to god he'd do something soon. "I got you baby don't worry." He said and gave your clit a kiss, you shuddered out a moan and gripped your hands in his hair. He licked a long strip from your entrance all the way back up to your clit. "Fuck baby you taste amazing." He said and delved back into your pussy.

"F-fuck Hwa oh my god." You said as you gripped his hair even tighter. Seonghwa began to grind his hard erection into the bed just to get some kind of friction. He kept licking at your wet heat and dipping his tongue in your entrance every once in a while. You tasted amazing, if he could have this every day he would be in heaven.

You began to feel the knot in your core tighten. You knew it wouldn't take you long to cum since it had been so long since you had, had sex. But you damn sure weren't complaining. "Hwa I'm close" you moaned out to him. "Oh yeah princess? Want me to make you cum all over my face baby?" He said to you.

"Fuck yes please daddy make me cum." You said gripping his hair even tighter. Seonghwa began to work you like a starved man, you suddenly felt an urge like you had to pee. Immediately you wanted him to stop, you didn't think he'd want you squirting all over his face. "Seonghwa s-stop i feel funny." You moaned out but he didn't stop. Suddenly the knot in your stomach broke and you ended up squirting all over his face.

You sat up terrified because you were so embarrassed that just happened. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I promise I didn't mean to-" you were cut off by Seonghwa smashing his lips into yours and pushing you back into the bed. "Never fucking apologize for that baby that was fucking amazing. I'd let you squirt on my face again but god damn I need to fuck you right now."

He said as he pushed you back on to the bed and he began undressing himself completely, you nearly moaned at seeing his completely naked body. Despite him being a few years away from 40, god damn he looked fucking good. You could tell he did a lot to keep up his physique. God you needed him inside you immediately.

He crawled onto the bed and on top of you and pulled you into a deep kiss. "You ready pretty girl?" He said as he poked your entrance with his hard cock. "I- I don't know if it'll fit." You moaned out as he rubbed his tip on your clit. "Don't worry baby I'm gonna make it fit." He said as he began to push into your entrance.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you threw your head back with a moan. "Oh fuck Seonghwa!" You moaned out which only made him push the entirety of his dick inside you, you almost came right then and there.

"F-fuck baby it's so tight." He said as he stilled inside so you could get used to him. "Please move, I can't take it, move please." You said as you glided your fingernails along his back. This made him shudder with pleasure.

"You got it princess." He said as he began moving back in forth. You felt so warm and wet he knew he wouldn't last long. Here he was in his late 30's and he was about to cum like he was a virgin all over again. Although it had been a few years since he was last with a woman. So he cut himself a bit of slack.

"Fuck me just like that oh my god." You moaning out your obscenities only made him fuck you even harder. He pushed your legs up to your chest and locked his arms around them trapping you. He began Pounding into you so fast you saw your self seeing white. You were definitely about to cum.

"F-fuck Seonghwa I'm gonna cum." You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder. "That's it baby cum for me. Fucking squirt all over me baby. Come on do it for me." He grunted in your ear and that's all you needed to hear. You let out a ear splitting moan and gushed all over his abdomen.

You fell back on to the bed as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. "Fuck princess I'm gonna cum, you gonna let me cum inside you?" He said roughly in your ear. "Fuck please Hwa, cum inside me." The second you said that you felt his cock twitch. A few seconds later you felt him filling you up. The feeling was almost addictive.

"Fuck pretty girl take it all. God damn you're so fucking hot." He said as he pulled you in for a deep kiss as he was still cumming inside you. After he had finished he laid on top of you for a bit while he was still inside. He stroked your hair as you tried to catch your breath.

"Still think I'm an old man princess?" He said as he kissed your cheek. "Absolutely not, that was amazing Hwa." You said as you kissed him softly. He finally pulled out of you and you felt his cum dripping from within you. It felt nice but it also felt disgusting. "Let me get you cleaned up baby I'll be right back." Seonghwa said as he went into the bathroom to get you a warm washcloth.

After he cleaned you and himself up you both found yourselves laying in the embrace of eachother. You didn't want the night to end. "Will you stay with me tonight Seonghwa?" You said as you traced shapes along his chest, slightly dozing off in the process.

"If that's what you want baby." He said as he kissed your forehead. You nodded and after a bit he heard soft snores coming from you. God you were so cute he couldn't get enough of you. He was definitely going to have to thank his sister for making this happen.

"Goodnight beautiful." He said as he drifted off to sleep himself. Ending the night in the most perfect way possible.

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A/N: heyyy this will be two parts but I can’t promise when the next part will come out so wait patiently for it !! Ty!!

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[jarofstyles]

Oh ohhhhh friends to lovers pleaseeeee

6. "I wanna take you so fucking bad."

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Harry really wasn't sure how he ended up here.

It was a scenario from his dreams, ones he'd never admitted to having to anyone else before, but he didn't know how he'd even gotten into this position with his best friend. Wine night had gotten out of hand, some sort of something had been said and the next thing he knew he had a lapful of Y/N and wine stained lips pressed against his own.

Her pajama pants were pulled tight on her ass, his hands unable to keep the temptation of it away from his brain. Rocking on top of him, she whimpered softly as his lips pressed to her hot throat. The layers between them felt flimsy and he could feel how hot she was for him. His best friend of 5 years, rolling her hips and holding his face against her sweet spot on her neck.

"H-Harry..." She breathed, tugging softly on the hair at the nape of his neck. "It feels so good... Why does it feel so good?" Her slow grind against his prick made him roll his eyes back into his head. It was childish, something he hadn't done in years, but it felt better than his last year of hookups combined. "Why didn't we do this before?"

Y/N always asked the real questions.

"Dunno... Should have." His fingertips pressed into the curve of her ass, the hot skin exposed from her shorts moving up. "God...You smell amazing." It was the little things like that. Teeth nipping her throat and being engulfed in her, realizing just how much he gravitated towards certain candles because they smelled like her. His brain always knew, was always plotting this even if he was trying his hardest not to. "I wanna take you so fucking bad." The voice that came from his throat was unfamiliar to him, wrecked and desperate. "But I can't. Not now."

"No... Please." She begged, pulling him from her neck to look at him. "Please, H. I need it so bad, I can't... I can't stop." He could see it in her face. She meant it. Y/N really wanted him to take her, and god knew his cock was desperate to sink into her hot cunt, get deep inside, stay there. Milk every drop of cum her had inside of her. But not like this.

"Can't... Not when we've been drinking." He frowned. "M'not gonna stop this.... Gonna let you rub yourself on my cock and let you cum. Not that cruel." He squeezed over her ass harder to get that pretty whimper from her mouth. "But I can't do it like this. You deserve more. If I'm going to fuck you... M'gonna do it right." He breathed, connecting their lips again. She tasted so sweet, the tiniest hint of sour from the drinks but it only added to it.

"How?" She whined. "How are you going to fuck me?"

It shouldn't have been so easy for him to spill, but it was. "Need you on a bed. Not my couch." He started, deciding to let his hands slip under her shorts and feel the full warmth of her skin against his. "Strip you down, get to see how gorgeous you are. I know it's gonna ruin me, sweetheart." No lies were told. They wouldn't be able to come back from that. "Kiss down your body... Gonna make little marks for you to remember me by. On your perfect tits, that stomach, those gorgeous thighs... Everywhere I can." His hands aided her rocking, shifting her just so and getting the gasp he'd desperately wanted from her. The thin shorts and his sleep pants were barely layers and he knew this would be the way to get her clit the way she needed.

"Then I'm going to split those thighs open and kiss you down there. Lick you up. Start slow and tease you a little, make you beg for me just like you did before... But then I'll give it to you. Suck on that clit until you can't take it and push my head away, make you cum on my tongue and stretch you out with my fingers. Know you're going to be a sopping fucking mess. Gonna want it all over my face."

"Fuck." Y/N keened, gripping his hair tighter. The action alone made his prick twitch in his poor excuse of pants, feeling the heat of her cunt bleed through and warm him up. Soon enough she'd soak those shorts and he'd be able to feel it make a mess of him. "What else?"

"Greedy thing, aren't you?" He chuckled. "mm.. Want to feel that mouth wrapped around my cock. Dreamt of it so many times but... Think I want our first time to be about you. Dunno how long I'd last with it." The mere idea of her sucking him off had been the subject of many wanks and he knew it would take an embarrassingly short amount of time to orgasm. "So instead, I'd spread you open and take you. I'd want to take you on your back at first- need to see the look on that perfect face while my cock stretches that cunt open." He groaned at the mere thought. "But I think we'd switch around a bit." One hand slipped out of the back of her shorts to go up her shirt instead. The hot skin of her back warmed his palm as he dragged it up and down.

"I'd love t'take you just like this. Watch you bounce on me, make a mess of my lap. Have your tits in my face..." He let his hand graze the side of one, making her shiver. "Suck on them. Make them wet and swollen for me, just like your cunt. But you'd get tired, hm pretty girl? Bouncing up and down like that, gonna make your legs burn... So I'd flip you over and get you on your knees..." His voice was muffled for a moment as she kissed him again with her sugary mouth. "I'd get you on your knees and watch you take me. See your ass move and hit my thighs... How you'd arch your back for me. I think that would be perfect." His hand kneaded her ass, spreading it a bit roughly as she gave him another pretty gasp. Her eyes were bleary and soft as she looked down at him, heat behind the gaze as she rutted on top of him.

"Would you do it hard?" She asked, swallowing thickly. "Would you spank me?"

Harry's eyebrows raised in shock at the question, but it shouldn't have. Of fucking course she was perfect for him. There was no way around it. "Yeah, I would. I'd go at the pace you want... and you're obviously a filthy thing. Had no clue you wanted something like that, but I'd give it to you." he pulled her back down to his lips, slipping his hand out of her shirt to give a light slap to her ass before rubbing over the area to soothe. It wasn't the hardest he could have gone but it was testing the waters. "Like that?"

When she shook her head, he couldn't help but smile. "Harder?" He repeated the action, harder this time. It made her jolt, the stinging skin getting a whimper as she nodded against him. "Fuck me... You're what I needed all along, aren't you? Been under my nose the whole fucking time."

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[jinnie-ret]

cigarette duet

poly!stray kids x ninth member!reader

genre: angst, fluff at the end

content warnings: smoking, mentions of rehab, mentions of recovery

word count: 3k

summary: you get hounded by your boyfriends after they catch you smoking. how will they react when you disappear and go off the radar?

requested: @ihrtlix

It has been a while since I've written! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get around to the requests for this event but I'm getting back into the swing of things! Hope you enjoy! Please don't take offense to any opinions presented in this imagine. Enjoy! And if you want to be tagged in anything I write please lemme know! <3

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Perhaps you had smoked one too many cigarettes last night. Waking up the next morning after battling your stresses with the addictive feed of nicotine, your throat felt dry, hoarse, scratchy even.

"Baby, are you sure you're not sick?" Felix fussed, placing his hand delicately on your forehead to gain an idea of your temperature. "I mean, you don't feel hot, but maybe you're coming down with something?"

"I'm fine, love, just need some water," you kiss his hand that was pulling away from your face, offering a reassuring smile after clearing your throat.

And in your mind, that was enough. You didn't notice the little things that your boyfriends did however.

"Binnie, what are you doing? You look like a perv haha," Hyunjin giggled at the sight of Changbin rummaging through the laundry basket and sniffing your hoodie.

"Ssshhh, keep it down. And plus, it's not being pervy, people in relationships do it all the time. It's comforting smelling each other's clothing," Changbin righteously pointed out to his boyfriend, puffing his chest before adding, "well, normally it is..." he sighed.

"Woah that's mean, you can't say our girlfriend smells," Hyunjin pushed Changbin's shoulder, laughing again but with wide eyes this time round.

"No, no, you've got the wrong idea anyways. I think... I think Y/N's been smoking. I can smell it on her hoodie," Changbin sighed, tossing the white hoodie of yours back into the washing basket that was full to the brim. He was about to continue his spiel of conspiracies until he jumped when your arms wrapped around behind him.

"Aw, babe, are you doing the washing? Thank god for that, I was worried it would never get done," you squeezed him tightly once more before kissing him on the cheek and continuing your venture into the kitchen, Felix trailing behind you.

"I think she's getting sick, I'm gonna see if we have any meds in the cupboard, or some throat sweets at least," Felix pouted as he walked past his two boyfriends, Hyunjin ruffling his hair on the way.

Changbin threw a meaningful look at Hyunjin, alarms going off in his head because it only added more fuel to the blazing fire of thoughts in his head.

"Look, we don't know that she is smoking for sure. Maybe she's just been around some friends that are?" Hyunjin whispers hurriedly, yet this caught Seungmin's attention, and his ears too.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Seungmin casually stood between the two, grabbing laundry detergent and capsules from the cupboard to act natural yet because practical at the same time.

"I'll explain later, to all of you. I'm just a bit concerned," Changbin sighed, rubbing his hand across his face before actually making a start on the chore at hand.

It was an escape for you, much like it was for other people who smoked cigarettes. And plus, you hadn't been doing it for long. You thought what could the harm be when you didn't do it a lot? Plus, it was handy that none of your boyfriends batted an eyelid in the studio when you said you wanted to go outside for some air. In fact, it gave the opportunity for Changbin to lay out his thoughts to the rest of your boyfriends who hadn't yet heard his observations.

"Y/N... I don't think she'd do that, I can't picture it," Jeongin shook his head, shaking his hands in confusion because the picture being painted in front of them seemed very unlikely and it wasn't a nice one to think of.

"And she knows it's too risky. First of all we're idols. I hate to say it but we have to think about that first in situations like these. Even when we're drinking we've got to be careful. If you're right about this, Binnie, then..." Chan groaned, leaning back into his seat with a huff.

"But she did just go out 'for some air'," Han added on, brows furrowed as he thought what Changbin was saying was quite plausible.

"Ok. We'll go check then," Minho shrugged as he stood.

"What?" Felix too stood up.

"We can't sit here and keep worrying. Let's go check and see for ourselves. If we're wrong... And I hope we are... Then it's fine," Minho grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket, scanning around the room for his boyfriends' reactions.

"And if we're not wrong, then what?" Hyunjin voiced his concerns.

"Let's just hope we're not," Chan was first to walk out the door, the rest of Stray Kids following along after him like ducklings and their mother. Apart from this time it wasn't the cute, adorable scene you'd hope for, especially because they could smell the smoke and see your lax figure as soon as they rounded the corner to the back of the building.

"No. Y/N you've got to be kidding me!" Chan snatched the cigarette out of your hand and immediately stomped it out.

"Chan I-" you fumbled on your words, eyes wide as you had all eight of your lovers stood in front of you. And the way they looked at you made you stomach twist into knots you were sure you'd never felt.

Disappointment. Anger. Concern. Indifference.

"Let's talk about this inside," Changbin wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he spoke quietly to you.

Your heart was racing faster. They were going to think the worst. But you had a way out of this. It wasn't even that bad. Sure, over the past month maybe you'd have been spending more money on packs of cigarettes, yet on the inside you felt as if there were worse things you could be doing to yourself.

"Sit," Minho bluntly said, face unreadable, tone void of emotion.

And so you did.

"We'll just have a conversation about this, nice and calm, ok?" Felix nudged Chan in particular with his leg.

It seemed however that it wasn't a conversation, but more of an intervention. A heated one, at that.

"I can't be nice and calm, Lix! Our girlfriend is destroying her body, and for what?" Chan's voice rose ever so slightly, hands squeezing the arms of the chair he was tensely sat in.

"It's just a cigarette," you feebly replied. That backbone of yours was slowly wearing away the more and more anger you felt radiating off of your partners.

"Don't be ridiculous," Seungmin scoffed, "think of the damage it's doing. Think about your career."

"It's more than just the odd cigarette, right?" Changbin prodded, wanting answers to the millions of questions he had. After all, he was the first one to notice how you gradually stopped voicing your concerns to him but still sometimes had the habits that showed your anxiety.

"Well, yes, but-" you began but were cut off.

"No buts. That's... It's, you're hurting yourself, hurting your lungs. Why are you doing this, baby?" Jeongin took your hand in his, concern not the only thing glistening in his eyes, which broke your heart.

"It's just a nice distraction, that's all. It won't go on forever, I'll just stop when I want to," you shrug your shoulders, squeezing his hand to show you meant what you said.

"It's not that easy. Nicotine. It's addictive. You think you can just stop like that?" Hyunjin frowned, shaking his head.

"I know I can," you firmly said, urging them with your voice to trust you.

"I don't know what planet you're living on," Chan shook his head.

"Channie..." Felix bit his lip, feeling torn. On one hand he didn't want your boyfriend to be so tough with you, but he also disagreed with the choices you made, the ones you were making.

"No I'm sorry but Y/N, babe, you've made one of the stupidest choices you could make! Seungminnie is right, Jeongin too. It's damaging for your body, let alone your career. You keep this up, you're not going to be able to sing as well as before. And then it'll get to the point where you can't breathe as well anymore," Chan ranted, fiddling with the bracelets adorning his wrist as he didn't take his eyes away from yours, not once.

"I just told you it's not going to go that far!" your face contorted to one of disbelief.

"That's out of your control," Minho sternly redirected your attention to him.

"Wow. It's like you don't even trust me. I'm not some kid. I can make my own decisions. So what if I'm doing this for a little bit of stress relief? For a bit of fun. It helps me," your voice almost turns to pleading, wanting them to hear you out, hear your reasoning.

"It hurts you, baby. And when it hurts you, it hurts us as well," Han bit his lip after shakily speaking up. He didn't like this situation, not one bit.

"I'm not doing it to hurt you. I'd never do that," your voice wobbled, throat feeling as if it was closing up from the sob that was lodged down there.

"Too late. I mean just look," Chan emptied your handbag, empty packets of cigarettes and some not, falling out onto the floor of the studio.

"Y/N, that's a lot," Hyunjin gasped, clutching a hand on his chest.

"It's not. It's not that bad..." you denied as you knelt on the floor and tidied up the mess.

"You're in complete denial," Seungmin rolled his eyes.

"I'm not! I'm well aware of my actions thank you very much!" you shouted suddenly, causing everyone to freeze at the volume you had just reached.

The guilt set in. It was never meant to go this far. It was just meant to be for stress relief. Something to distract you from the aches and pains, physical and mental. It wasn't long until you'd be performing a special fanmeeting and relearning old choreographies and a cover had you feeling like you were being worked down to the bone. Even iconic dances like God's Menu were hard to remember, and you felt like you had no chance. No choice. It was like it fell into your lap so easily.

The first time you had stood outside to catch some air, it was for that genuine reason. And you weren't alone. You didn't know if the person worked at your company, if you knew them, whatever. But their hand offering you something that could bring you temporary bliss was a solution you were grateful for. Only now, you were seeing that it was short term.

"You need help. Seriously..." Chan spat, grabbing his backpack and storming out of the studio.

"Find a way to end this, Y/Nnie," Felix mumbled, stroking your hair gently before following Chan out with a rush.

"You're all just going to go?" your voice cracked. Were they leaving you now?

"We just need some time," Changbin sighed. And then he was gone too.

"You're leaving me?" you sniffled, standing up to face your boyfriends that were still in the room.

"Not like that, baby. We're just giving you time to think about how you can stop this, ok?" Han stroked your face as he made sure you knew this wasn't the end. And then he left too, Minho, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin leaving too.

All alone. Perhaps it was what you deserved. You relied on the cigarettes more than your boyfriends. And they were all you had left for the moment. That was when it sank in. You had to make a change. You had to stop this habit form taking over your life, from pushing away the people you love most, and from taking your life away.

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"She's sorting herself out at least... that's got to be commendable."

"I guess so. Let's just hope it doesn't get out that a JYP idol is at rehab for smoking."

"It won't. And she's doing well from what I've heard..."

This was the only time Han was grateful for the staff gossiping. Immediately, he felt calmer. Considering the boys had spent the last few days blowing up your phone and worrying where you went, it was an oddly relieving feeling hearing you were at rehab. They had tried asking JYP himself, asking the manager of the company where you were but all they said was that you were safe.

"I know where she is!" Han bursted through the apartment door, slamming it shut behind him as he panted out of breath.

"Woah, woah, ok, deep breaths, let's sit down," Chan, with the darkest circles around his eyes yet, gently sat Han down on the sofa. He felt awful. He thought he had driven you away from them all. From the group. From the relationship. And that had been eating him up inside. It was a wonder he could act so calm with the news of you going into rehab.

"Rehab? For smoking? I didn't even know that was a thing," Seungmin hummed in thought, his arms crossed.

"I didn't either, but I overheard the staff. They say she's doing well. It's a good thing, right?" Han's eyes stared through the souls of everyone gathered in the lounge, begging for some sort of confirmation that things would get better.

"I mean, at least we're a bit more in the know then our own fans about why our girlfriend is on hiatus," Changbin brushed his fluffy, dark hair out of his eye.

"Can't we go and see her?" Felix wondered, lifting his head up from where it rested on Minho's shoulder.

"We shouldn't," Minho quietly sighed.

"Why not?" Jeongin quickly turned to him, mouth parted in shock that he didn't want to see Y/N.

"No, he's right. She's gone there for a reason. To get better. It's what we all said to her, isn't it? We'll see her soon. And when we do... It'll all be better," Chan helped everyone see sense. He was right. You had listened to them. You went and got help and were solving the problem. If they suddenly ambushed you and got in the way of that... You'd be back to square one.

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Today was the day, you were finally going back to the boys. You spent a good 3 weeks at rehab, and had been advised on some good coping mechanisms to take your mind off of smoking and how to create some healthier habits. You had shown good progress and it was deemed acceptable for you to leave and spend time back with your loved ones. And you couldn't lie, you were incredibly nervous. You had dropped a text without reading the spam that littered the groupchat, notifying your boyfriends what time you'd be returning, but after that you once again did not read anything else that was sent.

"Oh my baby, I've missed you so much," Han was the first one at the door, pressing kisses all over your face as he took you into his arms, holding you lightly.

"I've missed you too," you cried immediately, despite the weight off your shoulders.

"You're good now, right, darling?" Seungmin softly tugged you away from Han, both of his hands cupping your face whilst his thumbs wiped away your tears.

"I'm better," you nod through tears, Seungmin pressing a kiss to your head and giving space for your other boyfriends to soothe you and reunite with you. It had only been three weeks, yes, but 21 days had never felt so long.

"I'm proud of you, come here," Changbin scooped you into his arms and lifted you slightly, making you giggle before your feet touched the ground once more.

"Thank you... I'm sorry. I didn't realise what I had done... How far it went, you know?" you began, looking down at the floor as Hyunjin came and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his long arms securing you to him.

"We're just happy to see you here, honey, healthier," he whispered into your ear soothingly.

"And please talk to us in future. We had time to think after that, moment, and we know you were doing it as an escape. But we're here for you," Jeongin pecked you on the lips, your heads pressed against each other for a moment before he too moved away.

"Always, we're always here," Felix reiterated what Jeongin preached, and kisses you as well, noses rubbing against each other as he moved away, a cute expression on his face.

"Come here," Minho opened his arms, and you reluctantly left Hyunjin's arms only to be happy again in the warmth of your other boyfriend's embrace.

"Thank you for waiting, all of you," you swayed with him in his hug, until you pulled away and it was only Chan left.

He stood a few metres away, back to you, shoulders shaking ever so slightly.

"Channie... babe," you sighed, tugging his hand to turn him and face you. His words had hurt you the most but it was also a huge wake up call. "Please, look at me, I'm not mad. I'm so grateful."

"I was too harsh with you," he bit his lip, hard, not wanting to let any tears escape.

"I needed it. Look at me now, I'm here, I'm better, and I've got habits I can stick to instead. Ones that won't hurt me. And they won't hurt you guys either," you looked up at him, one hand running through the hair at the nape of his neck and the other cupping his face.

"I'm so glad you're back... We were worried... Lost without you," Chan admitted, staring up at the ceiling before kissing you deeply, expressing all the emotions he had held back whilst you were gone.

"It's all good now. Plus, you should all be proud of me-"

"We are proud of you, baby," Jeongin cut you off stroking your hair.

"Well, be even prouder because I know how to bake an amazing carrot cake if I say so myself," you laughed, sharing a new skill that had occupied your stress and been taught whilst you were away.

"You can bake with me now! Oh my gosh! It's a miracle!" Felix cheered, tugging you into the kitchen as the other boys chuckled from behind you both.

"I didn't think you meant this very second!"

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[lunas-side-anime-blog]

aot veteran/104 corp icks bc im back on my bullshit

someone requested AOT veteran icks, they didn't specify nsfw or not so I did both and also added sasha connie and jean bc i luv them:) feel free to message/inbox with requests!

(levi, erwin, hange, jean, sasha and connie)

Levi

will visit ur place and organize things without you asking. he'd just be like "ur welcome, now your kitchen makes sense" and ur like sir, I don't know where anything is now??? also he'd def the type to proclaim he's better than you for only getting two hours of sleep when you got four. honestly so many icks come to mind for this one, imma limit it to those two for now (stay tuned lol)

nsfw: tries to be rough with you but forgets his own strength. will try to throw you on the bed, but he does it too hard so you completely miss the bed and fall on the other side of it and he's just standing there like "🧍🏻...my bad."

Erwin

you cannot convince me this man doesn't wear water shoes at the pool. you guys say you want a dilf until you actually get one bc this is the type of shit it entails^^

nsfw: erwin cannot dirty talk for shit. im srry but if you're a lil kinky this isn't the man for you. try to call him daddy and he'd be like "we don't have kids?" and you explain the kink to him and he'd just say, "have you considered therapy?🤨" now he's concerned, boner gone, you feel called out, just go to sleep tbh

Hange

they're def a firm believer in natural deodorant and won't take the graceful hints that it's not working. prob wouldn't chill w them on a hot day is all i'm saying

nsfw: feel like they'd be really good in bed tbh like i'm struggling to think of an ick. hange has big dick energy, weirdos just do it better idk. i think maybe hange would try to spit in your mouth (they a freak) and they have so much and its thick and globby like the back of the throat type spit, your gonna choke bro im gagging as a i type-

Jean

bring back toxic masculinity because Jean's hair care routine is so good to the point he'll call out your split ends, i just know it

nsfw: a fucking chatterbox like his homies know everything. you've walked in on him telling connie in extreme detail how he had you in a full nelson last night while you screamed bloody murder and he doesn't see why ur mad. "babe, if anything i'm bragging about you 😏" fucking idiot istg. also kinda gross but I think he's the type to keep sniffing his fingers after fingering you like well into the next day EWW

Sasha

obvi she can't share for shit so I think she'd be an annoying person to eat out with. like yk when you're with your friends and only one person puts their card down so the rest can Venmo them? I think you can ask her to Venmo 20 and she'd send 15 and say something like "oh I didn't eat as many fries" but she fr did. never puts her card down either so believe it or not? jail.

nsfw: will literally be on her phone mid-sex with you. feel like she'd be really into the subway surfer vids and yeah, you go down on her and look up and she brought her own entertainment? ipad child behavior

Connie

i think he'd say "we" when talking about his fave sports team as if he contributed. like, "really connie, you helped win the superbowl? did you score a touchdown?" grow tf up

nsfw: insane bush on this one, i feel like he doesn't groom for shit and whatever, that's your choice! but I also feel like college-aged modern connie would talk shit about women who weren't bald down there and won't eat it unless it is. HYPOCRITE!! I think when he gets to his mid-twenties tho he'd mature (sasha beat his ass)

#aot headcannons #levi ackerman #levi headcanons #hange zoe #hange headcanons #erwin smith #erwin x reader #erwin headcanons #jean kirstein #jean headcanons #anime headcanons #connie springer #sasha braus #aot x reader #aot fluff #snk levi

[teddypickerry]

𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒.

pairings! nikki sixx x fem reader

word count! 2.4k

summary! in which the brutal ending of y/n & tommy’s relationship leaves an opening for nikki

a/n! i’m not in love w this BUTTT it’ll do the job. also guys??? i’ve read like every fucking nikki thing on this app pls help. need more!!!! but yeah idk this kinda sucks.

"how long after a breakup can you ask someone out?" was the words that made mick mars' typical poker face turn into something quite different. considering the man speaking them, nikki goddamn sixx, the king of sleaze, was questioning this. there was doubt in the guitarist's mind who nikki had in mind while thinking out loud. y/n y/l/n. otherwise known as, y/n, tommy lee's girlfriend.

the two sat around in mars' dressing room for their vegas show. which so luckily happened to be y/n's current residence. mick balanced his guitar on his lap and a bottle of something that was definitely not water against his leg. he preferred his alone time before the havoc of the shows. so when his bassist interrupted this sacred hour, he was incredibly dissatisfied. nikki dragged himself in the room as if he was in pain. there was a million thoughts behind his green eyes and a bottle of jack daniels in his right hand.

"bassist, just go fuck his girlfriend already." mick spoke out of pure annoyance to hint, with pure hope, that sixx would get the hell out of his dressing room. but of course, nikki lacked this cue and continued his pacing antics. "okay they broke up they're not even together, man. and," he stopped and pointed his free hand at mick who gave up on the silence and leaned back into the couch. "you, don't know shit. i could be talking about anyone."

"okay so tommy cheating on y/n and her finding out exactly six hours ago has nothing to do with this?" mick stated rather he questioned as nikki booped his head before taking a long swig of the whiskey. as if it serviced as his oxygen in that moment. "but on another note i mean i fucked his ex girlfriend-"

"fiance," mick corrected from the couch making nikki dramatically groan before continuing on with his story. "-i fucked my best friend's fiancé okay? and i tried to fuck his mom, right? and he didn't give two shits did he?"

"well he never found out about the whole cheating on him with you thing but-" mick added along making nikki's green eyes shift towards him with utter annoyance. "what i'm trying to say here is," his voice deepened and increased its volume. "this is nowhere near as bad as that, right? i mean asking his ex-girlfriend out on a real date. it's not like i'm trying to bone her. i mean i am, but not right away."

"well of course because you're a gentleman." mick humored with his own playful smile approaching his lips. nikki couldn't help but keep his eyes on the wiseman as he brought the bottle to his lips again. he could feel the lightness of the bottle as he brought it back down. he was gonna be plastered before he could even leave this dressing room.

mick mars wasn't one to typically give a shit about nikki's love life i mean, he liked KISS. but, mick did like y/n. he thought tommy was a fucking dumbass for cheating on her with a bunch of groupies. and he had watched nikki slowly begin to catch feelings for her. he beat the shit out of tommy anytime he did y/n wrong, and he actually found himself having talks with her whenever she joined them on the road or in the studio. mick could even catch the weird looks nikki would give tommy anytime he'd blow her a kiss or talk about fucking her. it may have been a fucked up version of love, but it was nikki's.

"look," mick started as he sat the bottle on the coffee table and looked at the young bassist. "i know you like her, you'd be a dumbass not to. you like her more than tommy ever could fucking dream of. so just fucking go for it. she might not be ready to date another dumbass right away but then you wait for her. because y/n, man, she's worth it. but i mean until she'd be ready just be there for her. she's upset, her boyfriend cheated on her with a bunch of hot chicks. go talk to her and make sure she's okay."

a smile suddenly appeared on nikki's face as he got lost in the vision of the woman. it was like he'd completely left the room in that moment and entered y/n's enticing daydream. it wasn't long before he made the actual journey to her hotel room, running out of the dressing room making mick scowl. "sixx! i didn't mean right now, we have a show- oh, forget it." he finished with a grumble as he brought his liquor to his lips and downed it. before exiting the room too and preparing for the show.

it wasn't hard to find the hotel considering it was just down from the venue. the same hotel the band was staying in, just a few floors to separate them. it wasn't shocking that y/n was in the same hotel considering she only ended things with the drummer six hours earlier. getting her own room almost immediately after. nikki still hadn't seen the girl since the brutal ending to the relationship between his two friends. she had locked herself away in her hotel room and he had been stuck in with tommy's dumbass all day in rehearsals.

y/n's room number was a haze in the bassist's memory. partly due to the intoxication of his mind and partly because he had already forgotten what the bellhop told him just moments ago. when he lied and said he was mr. y/l/n and had forgotten his room number. he had to bring out his theatrics when the young bellhop told him he couldn't simply give out a resident's room number. nikki pulled the "i'm pretty sure my wife is sucking some other guys dick in there right now, so can you just please tell me my goddamn room number so i can serve that cheating bastard!"

the long haired rocker found himself at his wife and his shared room. he knocked with his fist as the other awkwardly stood by his side. he'd no idea what he was going to say to her or do with her. i mean, he had a good idea of what he wanted to do but he obviously wouldn't be executing that on her... not at this moment at least.

the opening of the door made his breath nearly hitch. the girl stood there wrapped in the hotel branded robe with dampened hair. her face was tinted red and puffy as if she'd been crying all afternoon. it was fair considering the afternoon that she did have. but it still made nikki want to rip the door off it's hinges.

"sixx," she called out softly as she presented him a slight smile as if it was the best she had. he mirrored her expression, a sad smile taking over his face at the sight of the defeated girl. the drummer and y/n had only dated a few months at this point, but they'd been more serious than nikki'd ever seen tommy. tommy's a hopeless romantic with a fucked up view of it. but he's still a romantic guy, he's a guy who loves. and y/n was easy to love.

the fame and fortune finally got to tommy and he did what he did best — he fucked every moving thing in his sight. he was full of guilt, not that that helped in the slightest. and after a month of cheating on the girl with several packs of groupies he finally came clean. expressing that he wanted to stop and be with her and her only. y/n however didn't see eye to eye here... and screamed the living shit out of tommy. rightfully so.

"what are you doing here...?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows as nikki shrugged and glanced around her hotel room. noticing the television humming in the background, an episode of fantasy island playing. her hotel room lacked the size that his did but the view was insane. "wanted to see how you're doing. can i come in?"

she nodded and stepped out of the way so nikki could enter the room. shutting the door behind him the bassist made his way towards the bed. he was in his concert getup, the ripped mötley tank top that showed off his severe amount of tattoos and tan that could go on for days. vegas was a heat festival and it was a causality to wear his classic leather pants. "sorry, 'm not thinking straight." y/n muttered as she followed him into the room and crossed her arms. he turned towards her as she stopped in her tracks. the two nearly slamming into one another.

"it's fine, you know. just... fuck tommy, man." nikki shrugged out as y/n let out a chuckle. her first genuine smile of the day. nikki couldn't help but smile at the sound that rolled off her tongue. the girl bit her lip before sitting down at the end of her bed. the bassist leaned against the dresser his arms crossing in the process. nikki seemed to tower over the sat girl in this moment. something he noticed almost immediately. "you're something else, sixx."

"no, i mean it. what he did- jesus," he sighed at the girl as her smile faltered. "just fuck him. he finally got something good and he let that go. that's on him. he's a dumbass."

"yeah, yeah he is." y/n mumbled as she leaned back onto her elbows, her robe riding up ever so slightly. nikki couldn't help but look at the exposed skin — immediately regretting it once he remembered it was his friend's ex-girlfriend. an awesome girl who was upset and lonely. typically he'd take this as a chance to do her but this was different. this is the girl he's known for a few months now. the girl who he saw on a daily basis, who understood his jokes, who genuinely cared if he drank too much, who wouldn't shame him for his actions — rather express concern. she gave a shit about him and looked good doing it.

"i don't know how he just expected me to get over it like that." she muttered out as she fell on her back and her hands covered her eyes. nikki stood for a moment before taking a seat beside her, leaning down towards her. y/n removed her hands from her eyes as the two were warningly close. "everyone told me to not get involved with a rockstar. all my friends told me it was a bad idea, tommy has a reputation. i always told them they were mad and i believed it too. i fooled myself even. i just..." she trailed off as she turned to face the boy even more. "i can't believe he would do this."

"maybe you just got involved with the wrong rockstar," nikki mumbled quietly. so quiet y/n could hardly pick up but she in fact did. words that stuck in her mind as her eyes got lost in his. she'd never seen nikki tense up so quickly, like he just said something he shouldn't have. nikki wasn't one to say something and feel bad about it, or take it back. he was a man of his word and he meant every single one.

"look i don't want to rush you into anything, i know you're upset right now. i know my timing is off but god, since i met you i haven't been able to stop thinking about you. i can't stop thinking about how if i would have seen you first at that party instead of tommy. i just..." his voice trailed off as he let out a dry chuckle. "i don't know what i'm doing right now. i know this is a fucked up thing to do to tommy but quite frankly i don't fucking care. because you're the girl of my dreams and as fucking annoying as that phrase is- i mean it. i've never felt something so rock 'n' roll for someone, man."

the silence was inevitable for a moment as y/n's face became unreadable. nikki pressured his own smile to break it, "you don't have to say anything or whatever. i mean you probably don't even give two shits about me-"

sixx was shut up by the feeling of her lips pressed to his. a feeling he'd thought off far too many times but never quite yet experienced it. all his daydreams couldn't even amount to the warmth and harmony between the two pairs of lips. he'd kissed women before, obviously, but never with such love behind it.

y/n's hand came up behind his neck as she pulled him down onto her, him obliging perfectly. his legs came other side of her own as he could feel the thin fabric of the robe below him. one hand held her face while the other wrapped the two together. their lips moved in perfect harmony until they finally pulled apart for a breath of oxygen. but y/n tasted much better to nikki.

"i like you, nikki. i like you a lot. i like just about everything about you... but you're right, i'm not ready for anything serious yet." y/n told him as he nodded and offered her an understanding smile. "when i am-"

"-i'll be right here." nikki finished off her sentence as she shined a bright smile at the bassist who was practically straddling her. "until then, friends?"

"who share spit?" nikki questioned softly as he lips pressed to her jawline and lowered to her neck. the young woman couldn't help but giggle at the sensation and the feeling of the man. "mhm," she mumbled into his hair. "what are we gonna tell tommy?"

"i really don't give a shit about him right now and neither should you. but... i guess we'll cross that bridge when we, how the fuck does that go? i don't know but i guess we'll just avoid him at the show tonight." he shrugged to the woman before a thought crossed her mind. "wait... nikki. the show-"

"fuck!" he practically screamed before hopping off the bed and onto the floor where he nearly fell. "i gotta be on stage in like ten minutes and fuck, i'm gonna have to run." he grumbled for a moment before turning towards y/n. "after party. come. please, i want you there."

"you got it, friend. now run, forrest, run!"

#teddypickerry #need more nikki sixx fics #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee #motley crue #mötley crüe

[aioliravioli-69]

Detective Noir AU

Alright, this au has been sitting around, waiting for me to finish it but chances are, I never will :((

So instead, I'll just post what I have so far

This was inspired by that one comment on the au post the author made(at this point you could consider me a stalker for the amount of hours I've scrolled through her feed💀)

First things first, none other than our main character himself, Detective Hollow!

I made him the detective in this one mainly because I was basing it off of the theory that if there was no heroine the keyholder would simply become the hero instead(don't remember where I read this but I'm guessing it was the webtoon comment section).

I also my have just really wanted to draw him in an overcoat

gonna be honest, I did little to no research going into this AU, the thing I most tried to learn about was the femme fatale so I could get a good view on how to design Buddy

Speaking of the femme fatale:

Seems like someone got caught in the spotlight!

And before you ask, yes, those are pants. Weird ones, but pants nonetheless. I swear, I hate lighting when it's from the front. Frontal lighting can go fuck itself. Please ignore the little help lines I put in

Honestly, Buddy's outfit was probably the hardest part of this one. I wanted him to look slutty, but I didn't want to make it TOO slutty, but I feel like I may have added WAYY too many folds in his pantsuit and I kinda messed up on the overcoat lol. The diamond on his chest was inspired by the diamond on the villainess key more than anything and I tried to incorporate that into his gloves too.

Anyway, have some potential outfit sketches I made:

the two I thought might come off as too slutty and

the ultimate winner of the outfit ideas

As you can see the diamond chest window and fur coat were a mut in this outfit and I'm pretty happy with the end result

Y'all know how the femme fatale usually has to seduce the main character a.k.a. the detective?

Well, y'all know me so have an extra just for you <33

But I'm not done just yet!

Remember how I said that I made Chase the hero because of the lack of a heroine in the story? Well...

I did some more surface level research(and I mean very surface level) and decided to adapt the trope of the girl-next-door archetype for him!!

Don't think it suits him, since they usually just sit pretty and wait for the detective to notice them, but they do have badass roles once in a while and I live for those!!!

The one Chase has taken on doesn't though sadly :')

I decided to go with Charlie Hollow for this one because it sounded more like something the timid and 'pure'(yuck I know, but sadly film noir movies often prop up comparisons between the femme fatale and the girl-next-door, this being one of them) girl next door would have

Overall I tried to make this one as cutesy as possible because, why not lol

Lastly(I apologise, I made this in a rush because I was running out of motivation)

The distance between Buddy and the detective sure did close QUICK-

Originally I was planning on adding Deacon as a police officer and now that I think about it I could technically fit Prunella in here as well, but I just don't have any willpower left to keep this thing alive

My art blocks been acting up recently and I can't even pick up the pencil without immediately wanting to put it down :((

I wish I could have continued this and maybe I will someday, but until then this'll just stay in my drafts

#cinderella boy #cinderella boy webtoon #buddy #chase hollow #detective noir au #I tried out a new shading style #I can't personally judge how it turned out #what do y'all think #I feel so tired rn #French - the bane of my existence and yet the love of my life #I FORGOT TO WATERMARK NOOOO #Eh who cares #hope y'all enjoy #I know this is a long ass post #sit down for it will you? #it's worth your time I swear #plss #I've been so inactive lately lol #I can't promise anything I'm sorry DD: #I am working on a fic and on some art for said fic #but I'm not sure how much progress I can make with school hounding my back #hope y'alls thirst for fan content was quenched even if just for a bit :)

[darkbluekies]

Silas asks #3

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: a little nswf indication, death, indication of suicide, torture,

— ☁️ SILAS AND HEDWIG...! i also thought of them 😌 yanderes that are ruthless to everyone but has a soft side for their darling >>> silas reminds me of a huge teddy bear tbh 😓 he's probably so touchy if only you allow him to. grrr... the thought of sitting on his lap and snuzzling on his chest 😡

Omg yes he does :(( He's so addicted to you, never keeping his hands to himself. He doesn't care if it's only holding your hand or making you his, he loves to be close. Sitting on his lap and cuddling into his chest would be the death of him. Oh, he'd love it so much :((

— Y'know the urge to draw silas is cat ears is something brewing maybe even adding hedwig and jerry (small chance for dr.kry but its still there) to the list who knows not sure to go with my demons or nah

NO. SHOO. LEAVE. NO KITTY EARS ON SILAS

— How would Silas feel about a motherly type of darling? When he comes home from missions injured she absolutely insists on attending his wounds. And when he's sick, she takes care of him, nursing him back to health. She can't just stand by and watch someone else suffer after all!

He'd love it so much! He'd fall for you so badly. If you had any chance to escape before, now there's none. He'll watch over you like a hawk. He knows he doesn't deserve a kind soul like you, but he's so selfish that he'll keep you for himself.

"Thank you so much, baby, but, ouch, you shouldn't ... shouldn't do this. You shouldn't patch me up. I know you want to take care of me, but that's my job! I should take care of you, baby. Not the other way around. But ... thank you so much ... I love you."

— I just read your peice about attempting to escape Silas, and AHHHH Silas REALLY pisses me off!!!.......... And that's how you know you have a very well written villain!!! I thoroughly enjoyed reading that, and can't wait to read more in the future! Keep up the good work (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆~🥀

haha thank you so much!! there will be more of Silas stupid behaviour in the future, don't you worry!

— What would happen if reader died or became seriously ill after Silas puts them in the basement for a while?

He'll be so sad and regret everything he's ever done. If you survive, he'll be much, much more careful. He'll never do that again. He nearly lost you! Silas can't imagine a life without you.

But if you died ... he'd break apart.

— Gosh seeing how Silas reacted to darling being sick. But like when it comes to me. I can alread imagine how he would be. Cause my immune system sicks I get sick easily...Then there's the fact that I'm clumsy af, I always have random bruises or cuts and don't notice them until I'm in the bath.

Silas would be in constant stress, my friend. You'd give him a heart attack.

— When Silas says he's gonna torture us as punishment at the end of "You Can't Hide From Me" What kind of torture? Like physical, psychological, etc?

I wanted to leave that up to the readers interpretation, but I thought maybe some kind of psychological. When he says that he'll make them know only him, he'll break them down until they don't remember anything but him. He'll destroy them.

— Oh, I’m going to torture you. Badly. What did Silas do to us?

...next question.

— What is Silas’ body count?

Let's say around ten. He's been out and about, tried different things here and there, but nowadays, he only wants you. And he makes sure you know that with how far beyond he'll take you :]

— How many people has Silas killed?

Maybe around thirty? He does half the dirty work himself and half he sends out his men to do.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere mafia #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere mafia oc #silas oc #yandere headcanon

[selencgraphy]

Please Don't Leave Me Hanging

part two: spinning out, waiting for you (to pull me in)

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female!OC (Jessie “Dice” Rosales)

Warnings: cursing, angst, overthinking, self deprecation, abandonment issues (this part is just hurt the entire time i'm sorry)

A/N: hehe heyyy... so it's been over a year since i revamped this series and over a year since i posted the first part. i wanna apologize for such a huge gap! i got so busy in the last year and i wanted to make sure that this series lived up to the expectations i held in my head when i decided to rewrite it. this part is mostly the aftermath of jake's outburst (jessie's reaction and where jake ended up when the night finished). pls bear with me as i can't guarantee when part three will make it to you :( i appreciate you all so so much! i hope you enjoy the read! &lt;3

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“I don’t get how you’ve been friends with him for so long. He’s a total dickbag,” Yale said, causing her to let out a breathy laugh. “Something funny, Dice?”

Jessie turned to fully face him, saying matter-of-factly, “Yeah. There is.” He scoffed in return, gaining everyone’s attention, including Rooster who was in the far corner cooling off from the exchange. “He treats everyone like shit, acting like he’s better than all of us. He’s not, and sooner or later he’s gonna get one of us killed.”

The pace of her heart began to quicken and her teeth clenched. “Do you guys even listen to the words that fly out of his mouth?” At this point, she turned to speak to everyone waiting for a response that didn’t come. The room was silent, eyes falling down to the floor or looking blankly at her.

“That’s what I thought,” she started. “I’ll admit what he did crossed the line. He does it often. But a lot of the time he points things out how they are, albeit rather rudely. And what do you all do? You tune him out. He ain’t an angel but would it kill ya to get your heads out of your asses? Maybe then y’all would finally grow up and see past a goddamn callsign.” Her feet carried her out of the room, frustrated at the blank expressions of her fellow pilots even after her spiel. She didn't have time to keep yelling at her peers. Jessie knew the outcome of these kinds of outbursts never ended well. She’d always been his shoulder to lean on after all. But for the first time since they met, he ran away from her. In less than ten minutes, she had already turned the place upside down, but he was nowhere to be found. Her phone was gripped tightly in her hand as she called his cell hoping to hear the sound of a casino jackpot. She thought it was stupid when she found out that it was the ringtone he had set for her. “So I know that it’s you callin’, Jess,” he said.

“His car’s gone,” a voice called from the end of the hall as she came out from the last bathroom she could think to check. She didn't have to look to know who it was, the rasp of his voice giving him away. Hanging her head, she took a seat against the closest wall, her eyes clenched as she let out a deep sigh and rubbed her face. Even as the rhythmic footsteps of boots grew louder and louder, she made no effort to acknowledge his presence. Not until he filled the floorspace next to her. “D’you know why he pushes your buttons every chance he gets?” 

Taking his silence as an answer she continued. “It may not look like it, but he admires the shit out of you. Trust me. I was you. Now look at me. And sure, we’ve known each other for a long time but…” She paused, gathering herself and letting her words sink in. 

“How long have you known him?” he asked quietly, his voice bordering between a whisper and his normal voice.

That made her chuckle. Raising her head, she leaned her chin atop her folded knees. “High school. I quite literally ran into him on my first day. Face first into his backpack. He helped me find my homeroom and then sat right behind me in sixth period. Then it turned out he lived right across the street from me. I tried to ignore him—God, did I try—but he somehow managed to weaseled his way into my life. Now I can’t even imagine living without him by my side.” He hummed at her answer. It was hard to imagine them as little teenagers. It was hard to imagine him as a little teenager. Rooster’s only ever known Jake Seresin as Hangman. His rival at Top Gun. An utter pain in his ass the second they met. The image of a younger version of the man he knew today that flashed in his head was bewildering. 

“All of his bullshit? Trust that it comes from a good place. It’s his way of pushing you to be better. Not that you aren't good at what you do already—you wouldn't be here if you weren't—but there’s always room to improve. He shouldn't have brought up your dad. But everything else? He’s brutal but that’s all tough love.  Because at the end of the day his words won't kill you. The mistakes you make up there do.”

She wiped the dust off of her pants as she stood up. “I know there’s a thousand different ways he can go about it but there’s also a shit load more at stake than being named team leader.”

Quick to leave him to think about what she had said, she beelined it to her car. Once the door shut beside her, she leaned her forehead against the wheel. Images of the day flashed in the darkness of her closed eyelids. The constant failures from each of them on the course. Jake’s instigating. Rooster’s outburst. Her intervention. It all happened so fast. 

As she stopped at the stoplight leaving base, her phone rang. Jessie was quick to grab her phone and flip it over to see the caller ID, her face falling at the name. Answering it, she placed it on speaker and set it down on the center console, her hand rejoining the other on the steering wheel. “Sir, I want to apologize for Lieutenant Seresin today. He was out of line and-”

He cut her off. “It’s alright, Rosales. Lieutenant Seresin’s actions aren't what I’m calling you for.”

Oh. “We’re gonna be holding training off-base tomorrow at the Hard Deck.”

“The Hard Deck, sir?”

“Yes, I need you there at 1100 but the rest of the team’s coming at 1200. No uniforms either, come in civvies. Something you can sweat in.”

“Does Admiral Simpson know about this?”

“No. I’ll fill you in when I see you tomorrow. Have a good night, Dice.”

“You too, sir. See you tomorrow.” At the monotonic beeps, she picked up her phone again in one hand, the other still on the wheel. Even if he hadn't been answering, she wasn’t going to stop trying. 

—

He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there for. All he knew was that the sun was up when he got there and now it was gone, replaced by the white shine of the moon cast along the ocean. Like the setting of the sun, what he knew about his future morphed into a void of uncertainty. But it wasn’t a sudden change. He had felt it happening and chose to ignore it. 

In the twenty-something years he and Jessie have known each other, they've had countless fights and arguments. Not that it was a common occurrence, but they're inevitable even if they're over something so minuscule in hindsight. Today felt different. Maybe he had gone too far. Maybe she’s finally had enough of him. Who was he kidding? He knew this day would come eventually. 

His teammates probably would find it ironic. The famous Hangman being the one left hung out to dry, in his own tears at that. No one else but her knew the actual meaning behind his callsign. She was the one who gave it to him after all. “Don’t worry about them,” she used to say. “You and I know who you are.”

He couldn't get it out of his head. The sharpness of her glare as she stood opposite him. “Why did I do that?” he repeated countless times to himself. Maybe it was just because he could. Or maybe it was envy. His own voice echoed around his skull, overlapping itself and overtaking his senses. 

It’s all your fault.

She hates you now.

You deserve to be alone.

Not good enough.

Fuck-up.

Coward.

That’s what he was. A coward. Too scared to own up to his feelings. Too scared to own up to his actions. As Hangman he felt invincible. Everyone believed their own story, and he played along, hiding behind a reputation he wasn't even sure how he got. The only person to ever see past it was Jessie. In the milliseconds his walls came crumbling down in front of everyone, they caught a glimpse of who he really was. It was fight or flight and in the end, Jake Seresin always chooses flight. 

The sudden seagull squawks pulled him out of his head. The beach was empty now, the footsteps of other people long washed away by the waves that crashed ashore. He still had to go to work the next morning, and he had been out here long enough. Dusting all of the sand off of his clothes that he could, he took one last deep breath as he stared into the open ocean in front of him. Tomorrow’s a new day, Jake. 

Ever since he had taken Amelia home for Penny, he spent a lot of time around the Benjamins. Penny started letting him hang around the house to help her daughter with her homework. Sometimes she'd even invite him over for dinner. In less than a couple days of being back in San Diego, Jake had become an honorary member of the Benjamin family. Sure, he could just go to the Hard Deck to decompress but that was where everyone else went. He didn’t want to torture the squad more than he had to. To his surprise, Penny didn’t hesitate to give him a copy of her house key. Albeit, it was followed by a threat that went along the lines of You so much as break anything or do something stupid in my home or I swear to God. She already knew he wouldn’t do such a thing but it was just funny seeing his face get all white. So when he showed up at her front door that night, his eyes red and puffy, there was no hesitation to let him in. He lost count of how many times he had thanked her as she grabbed some extra linen and pillows and clothes to change into. He didn’t deserve her kindness.

He didn't remember plugging in his phone last night. He didn't even remember asking Penny for a charger to borrow. But there it was, plugged in on the side table of the living room. He only went to look at it to see what time it was but the sight of the dozens of missed calls and unanswered text messages stopped him in his tracks—all of them from Jessie. Text after text. Missed call after missed call. But there was only one voicemail. 

I know you’ve seen my texts and my calls and I know you're ignoring me. 

Despite her being merely a recording, they took a deep breath in unison. Jake’s hand roughly rubbed over his face as she continued to talk.

If you had answered any one of my calls earlier, I probably would have yelled at you. What you said was beyond fucked-up. You had no right to say any of that, Jake. But I know you. I know you need your space right now but don’t shut me out, alright?

Her voice was quiet now, as if she was trying hard for it not to falter. With his eyes shut, he could practically see her trying to maintain her composure. 

Anyways, Mav wants all of y’all at The Hard Deck at 1200 in civvies. Don't dress up though, we’re working out. I think—I don't know, that’s all he told me. Just in case you don't actually listen to this, I texted it to you too amongst the hundreds of the other texts I sent so you better show up. I love you, bub.

When the message ended, he looked at the time stamp. Midnight. Only five hours ago. Jake threw his phone aside and ran his hands over his face, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. It would’ve been fine if things went right back to normal. Well, not entirely fine, but he liked it when his day had structure. It made everything easier. What had happened yesterday and the apparent change in today’s training agenda just left more room for things to go wrong—for him to mess up again. Just the thought of facing everyone sent his mind into overdrive. 

He hadn’t realized how long he had sat in that same position for. The early morning quiet of the Benjamin house allowed him to get lost in his never ending thoughts. He was sure only a few minutes had passed but the sound of footsteps drew him out of his daze. It was then he realized he had been practically staring a hole into Penny’s carpet for the last two hours. 

“Morning, Jake,” Penny greeted, a hot cup of coffee in her hands. “Hope the couch wasn’t too bad.”

He accepted the cup and hummed as he took a sip. “It was fine, Pen.” He took a breath. “Thank you… for letting me crash here. M’sorry for showing up so late, but I didn’t-”

She took a seat next to him. “No need to apologize, sweetie. I understand.” Jake’s head hung as he stared at and fiddled with the cup in his hands. “D’you wanna talk about it?”

He hesitated. “You don’t have to if you don’t-”

“I brought up Goose,” he interrupted quickly. At his admission, Penny took a deep breath and sighed. Despite losing touch with Maverick for a while, she knew what had happened over thirty years ago. How it affected everyone. How it still affects everyone. “I don’t know why I did it. I know how fucked it is but I just- Fuck.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t apologized yet.”

“How could I? I threw his dad’s death in his face,” he shrugged, placing his coffee cup down before throwing his face in his hands. “He’s probably gonna sock me on the spot—not that I don’t deserve it.” Jake took a breath as he tried to compose himself as his eyes started to water.

“No one’s perfect, Jake. Not Maverick. Not Rooster. Not you. We all make mistakes. Some we regret, some we don’t. You obviously regret this one so make up for it. No more running.”

Before she could say any more, Amelia jogged into the living room. “Mom, what’s for- Oh, hey, Jake.”

“Hey, Ames,” he greeted with a small smile on his face as he wiped his eyes. “Didn’t make anything today, kiddo. Go pour yourself some cereal, okay?” The young girl lingered for a second as she looked at her mother and Jake before turning around and heading for the kitchen. No more running.

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Hey, I think my ask got eaten by tumblr so I'm gonna resend it. If you had it deleted on purpose, just ignore this.

With everyone going wild about the centaurs, I wanna offer you a thought :

Nomad centaur Hob passing through night-mare Dream's territory every two years on his journey (it's a kind of round trip). At first Dream is sceptical, but then he warms up with each visit, and eventually they start fucking.

It's so good, Hob taking Dream under the stars until he is drooling and his eyes are rolling back in his skull. He loves how warm Hob is, how big and protective, loves listening to the stories from his travels, admires his scars, loves sleeping against Hob when he is there.

But this time, a few months after he's gone, Dream notices that Hob has left him something—he's pregnant, oops!

Hob is too far away by this point for Dream to catch up to him (and even more so taking his new condition into consideration) and so he decides to tough it out and just show Hob his beautiful baby when he gets there next time.

Caveat: Hob is a big draft Horse type of centaur and Dream is... very much not. He gets huge, and he's fairly certain the kid is enormous.

So it's no surprise that when the time comes, Dream struggles a bit, and that it takes a bit longer than it should. What is a surprise is that the baby gets stuck. So Dream's in a bit of a conundrum, mid labour and constantly getting up and down and rolling to get the foal unstuck and into position.

Then he notices something, someone, approaching and has a bit of a fright, because this is REALLY not the time, but it turns out it's just Hob. He's turned around and come back to ask Dream to come with him because obviously they belong together.

Of course Hob helps when he walks in on Dream struggling to get his baby out, even if it is quite a surprise. He gently shoves his big hand into Dream, adjusts the foals position and even helps pulling it out with every contraction.

It all goes well, and Hob adjust marvelously quick to his sudden fatherhood.

They do eventually journey together, a couple of weeks later. Just not the two, as Hob thought, but the three of them :D

OOO yes!!! I've loved the little sojourn into centaur au we've been having lately!! It's fab. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this!

I'm absolutely LOVING this particular take on it. Very Big Hob accidentally knocking up lil dainty Dream is my new favourite image. He's thinking it'll be such a nice surprise for Hob to come back eventually and find a mini little version of himself waiting! How cute!

Eventually Dream lumbers on to the end of his pregnancy. He's cross and heavy and possibly going to kick Hob in the nuts when he comes back but. He got there in the end! The baby is... coming. Slowly. Very very slowly. He's also maybe panicking a bit because he's never done this before and how dare Hob leave him like this?!

Fortunately Hob comes back and fixes everything by more or less hauling the baby out of Dream’s poor suffering body. They dry the new edition to the family off, make sure the little one gets their first feed. The baby is just like a little mini Hob, all cute and chunky!! But they have Dream’s bright blue eyes and messy black hair.

Hob is the happiest new father on the planet, despite the whole thing being a complete surprise. He cuddles up with Dream and the baby, keeping them safe and warm through the night, softly whispering stories when either of them wake up. In the morning he's there to make sure that Dream gets a proper breakfast and he even massages some of the sore spots that have developed during his pregnancy. Dream can't be mad at Hob for being so big anymore, not when he's so dutiful and protective. Plus Dream wouldn't exchange their big, clumsy baby for anything in the world. He's already thinking that maybe adding to the family wouldn't be so bad... in any case, he can't wait to start his journey with Hob and show their little one all the wonders of the world <3

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #centaur au #cw pregnancy #cw birth

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Safe Haven (3)

Pairing: Soldier Boy X F!Reader

Summary: You and Soldier Boy talk, and you both learn more about each other than you expected.

Warnings: Spoilers for s3, sb being his misogynistic self, cursing, slow burn. This one is honestly tame.

WC: 3.7k Im sorry

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Shit, Shit, Shit. 

You tried to hide the flustered look on yourself and you forced a smile. 

“Jax, hey, what are you…” You cleared your throat, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Ben hadn’t decided to follow you. “Is everything okay?” You asked him, looking at him up and down with a bit of suspicion, he never came to your house unannounced, like ever. 

“I should be asking you the same thing. You took off with the ambulance last night and you weren’t answering your phone, and then I saw the news, I got worried.” He said with this protective tone and he crossed his arms over his chest. You sighed, you knew you wouldn’t get him to leave until you explained. 

You nudged him inside and stepped away from the door so he could come in, “You want some beer?” You asked as you led him to the living room, checking every other second to make sure Ben hadn’t left the kitchen. You heard him say a quick yes, and you nodded. 

You practically sprinted to the kitchen, eyes frantically darting around looking for Ben, you found him, face twisted into an irritated expression as he threw away the pieces of glass he was left to clean up. 

“I’m not cleaning your floor, that’s your job.” He said when he saw you. You ignored his comment, something to unpack later and you shushed him, making him frown at you. 

“Shut the fuck up,” You hissed at him quietly, he opened his mouth to berate you, probably, but you shushed him again, “One of my coworkers is here. He’s in the living room. So stay here and keep your fucking mouth shut while I get him to leave. Do not move.”

“I hope for your sake you don’t get the idea to tell him I’m here, or-”

“Why do you think I’m telling you to stay here? Need I remind you you’re a fugitive? I don’t want to be associated with you in any fucking way, so the last thing I want is for someone to know I’m aiding you.” You reminded him with a sigh. He narrowed his eyes at you, jaw slightly twitching, probably hating that you were right. “So cool it with the hetero macho bullshit, you don’t have to threaten me every other hour, ‘kay? ‘Kay.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t stay long enough to listen. You turned your back to him as you grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and walked past him as you went back to the living room. You plastered on a fake smile as you sat next to Jackson on the couch.

You handed him his beer and sighed, “Sorry for worrying you. I found someone in the wreckage last night, uhm, they were hurt pretty bad and I couldn’t wait for another ambulance, and I couldn’t find you. I know it’s not protocol, they were dying, so I took the ambulance and took them to the hospital myself.” You explained, leaving out any details from what actually happened. You didn’t know why you were covering for Ben, you didn’t owe him anything, but part of you had the feeling it wouldn’t end well for him or you if you turned him in. 

“No yeah, you made the right choice. I was just worried because I didn’t see you, you weren’t answering your phone and apparently some supe got away. This dude called Soldier Boy. Everyone is saying he’s pretty dangerous.” You swallowed, taking a long swig of your beer as he explained, your body inevitably tensing up. “They were saying he’s some kind of radioactive weapon that was brainwashed by the Russians for like forty years. He blew up Midtown and Vought Tower as some sort of attack.”

You stared at him, that wasn’t what Ben told you. Either he was lying, or the media was, and last night, it didn’t seem like he was lying to you.

“Seriously? Fucking hell.” You pretended to be shocked, knee bouncing as you grew more and more restless the longer Jackson was here. 

“Yeah, they don’t know how he got away but they’re looking for him. They got his face plastered all over the news, social media, I even saw billboards with his face and a hotline downtown. It’s pretty crazy.” He continued, frowning a bit at your seemingly on edge state. You remembered seeing a billboard or two downtown that morning, but you were hoping it wasn’t as bad as you thought. “So when nobody could find you anywhere I thought..”

“Hey,” You nudged his knee with your own and tried to smile. “I’m fine aren’t I? I didn’t even see the guy last night. But from what you’re telling me, if I had seen him, he probably would’ve killed me on the spot. Don’t worry.” You felt bad for lying, especially to your best friend, but it was for his sake and yours. 

“Yeah I know, I’m just glad you’re okay, a lot of people got hurt by that psycho.” He placed a hand on your knee and sighed. You half smiled and nodded at him, glancing over your shoulder, feeling like you were being watched. 

“Listen, I’m gonna be out of town for a few days, my brother has an emergency so I’m gonna go help him out.” You lied, again, you knew you had to deal with the Soldier Boy situation, and you couldn’t do it if you were on shift. He straightened up and frowned at you. 

“Holy shit, is he okay? Do you need me to come with?”

You shook your head viciously, “No Jax, he’s fine, Something came up and I’m just gonna go help him out. Nothing to worry about okay? I was just letting you know since I won’t be at the station for a few days.” You explained quickly, hoping he would take the hint and wouldn’t push further. 

“Okay… If you say so. But if you need me to go down there you give me a call alright?” You smiled and nodded at him. He smiled in return, glancing at his watch and his eyes widened. “Shit, I gotta head to the station, I’m supposed to be on a coffee run. If you need anything give me a call, and be careful out there, these supes are fucking crazy.” 

“Yeah, tell me about it.” You said under your breath, thinking about the mess you got yourself into. You sighed and led him to the door. You gave him a hug before he was out the door. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

You made sure he was pulling off your driveway before you closed the door, and the second you no longer saw the ambulance, you slammed the door shut, leaned your back against it and closed your eyes, sighing with relief. 

“Someone should teach your boyfriend not to believe everything he hears. So fuckin’ disrespectful to talk about someone you don’t know like that.” You heard Ben’s low voice echo in the room. You jumped, eyes wide when you saw him. 

“Fucking Christ dude,” You placed a hand over your rapidly beating heart and you glared at him. He chuckled as he approached you, slowly and confidently, like he had zero concerns in this world. Yeah well, at least he wasn’t worried about his situation. “And he’s not my boyfriend. And why the fuck were you listening? I told you to stay in the kitchen.” 

“Isn’t that your job?” He joked. He laughed, but sighed in defeat when you glared at him, clearly not amused. “Come on loosen up sweetheart. And I did. Heightened senses, hearing is one of them.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him and side eyed him as you walked past him and went straight for the couch. You flopped right on it with exhaustion and ran your hands over your face, stressed. 

“So you heard what’s going on? You’re public enemy number one.” You heard him scoff. You felt him grab your feet and move them to sit at the end of the couch. You groaned and sat up, glaring at him for invading your personal space. 

“So I’m Russian terrorist and I purposely attacked MIdtown And Vought Tower. Fucking Christ, Vought’s damage control is unbelievable.” He scoffed bitterly and shook his head in disbelief. You could hear anger in tone, but there was something else hidden in there. Something that gave you the feeling that there was so much he wasn’t letting on. 

“Ben,” You said his name firmly. He lifted his head and looked at you. “What the fuck is going on? What aren’t you telling me? You said they were accidents, so why is every single media outlet saying you’re a brainwashed terrorist?” 

“It doesn’t fucking matter, alright?” His voice was authoritative, it was low, but it was stern, like he was giving you a warning. You chewed the inside of your cheek and sat up, keeping your head high and you stood your ground. 

“Listen, I get you have a hard time trusting people now, but as long as you're in my house, whatever shit you did to be here is my business too. And I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what the fuck is really going on.” 

He chuckled in disbelief at you, tongue running over his lips with frustration. He looked at you, green eyes sharp and harsh, but you weren’t backing down, no matter how much he tried to intimate you. He clenched his jaw and scoffed, shaking his head. But ultimately, he gave in. 

“I wasn’t brainwashed, I was tortured.” He finally said, his voice so quiet you barely heard him. Your face slightly fell at his confession. They sure as well never mentioned that in the news. “When I supposedly died, Vought made everyone believe I died a fuckin’ hero. Have you ever seen the musical they made? These guys showed it to me, it was beautiful actually.” 

You stared at him with a blank face and simply shrugged your shoulders, “I only learned about you a few days ago when Starlight went on this rant about you blowing up Midtown and Herogasm, so no.”

“Jesus, what the fuck are they teaching these kids these days?” He pitched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. You stared at him and blinked, not even bothering questioning anymore. So he simply continued. “Whatever, the point is Vought wanted to replace me with this kid…” He paused, like he caught a hiccup and he swallowed, looking down at his hands for a second before he cleared his throat and continued, “So they had my team sell me to the reds during a covert mission in South America. They took me, tortured me for forty years, gave me this radiative thing and Vought just said I died. Can you fuckin’ believe that?” 

You stared at him, lips slightly parted as you tried to process all the information he had just given you. He was clearly an asshole, probably a horrible person, but you almost felt bad for him. “That’s some heavy shit. I’m.. I’m sorry that happened to you. But..” You bit your lip, shifting so that your legs were crossed and you looked down at your hands, “That doesn’t explain why they’re blaming you for all of those explosions. I mean, yes, you did those things, but why say you’re a terrorist?”

“Because I agreed to help some assholes kill another asshole. This supe named Homelander.” His voice faltered a bit at the name, kind of like it had before. You raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t question it, and simply let him continue. “I didn’t kill him. Some shit happened and the assholes that found me tried to put me back under. It was like 1984 all over again. And suddenly everything started ringing, my chest was glowing and when I came to you found me.” 

“So…” You swallowed, trying to process everything before speaking, “They wanted to get rid of you again and so they made you their scapegoat. You’re collateral damage.” You looked at him, head slightly tilted. 

“I used to be Vought’s Golden Boy, a fuckin’ hero. And now I’m public enemy number one, ain’t that a bitch?” He fiddled with his hands, pink lips curving into a bitter smile. 

You sighed and shrugged, knowing he was pretty much fucked, “So what’s the plan?”

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“Ben, that’s a horrible plan.” You said to him as you walked into the living room with two plates, the man following close behind you with the bottle of whiskey he had taken from your cabinet, without asking, of course. 

He scoffed and plopped right on the couch, immediately opening the bottle and he drank straight from it, not even making a face. “No it’s not. It’s a great plan.”

“Fleeing to a different state without knowing where you’re going and hope nobody recognizes you is not a fucking plan.” You argued with him as you sat on the other end of the couch, placing his plate on the coffee table and placing your own on your lap. 

“You would be surprised how easy it can be to keep a low profile. When I came back not a single person in the street recognized me, not one, can you believe that? And to think I was known world fuckin’ wide.” He scoffed as he turned on the TV, having figured out how to work it by now and grabbed his plate, immediately stuffing his mouth. 

You stared at him and shook your head, “Yeah well everybody who knew you back then is probably like fifty or dead so. You’re on the news now, all it takes is one simple search and your face is all over the internet. It won’t be that easy.”

“Again with this internet thing, what the fuck is it?” He asked, his face scrunching up with confusion. 

“You’ll learn someday.” You snorted, hiding it by chewing on your food. He raised an eyebrow at you but simply shrugged, turning his attention to the plate in front of him. 

“For someone as pretty as you, you sure as hell know how to cook. I’m surprised you don’t have a maid or something to do this for you.” He chuckled and shook his head. You looked at him and blinked a few times. The things this man sometimes said left you questioning your life choices. 

“Well,” You cleared your throat and shrugged, “I used to be a firefighter before I was a paramedic. And we took turns in the kitchen at the station, it got pretty competitive at times, so. And it’s just me here, why would I ever need a maid? This isn’t the sixties dude.” 

Ben turned his head in your direction, eyebrows raised and he smiled with pleasant surprise, “Huh. How does a woman with your beautiful looks end up with a man’s job? If I was your man I wouldn’t let you work, let alone do a man’s job. And with those hips, I would've had you pop out a few rug rats by now.” 

You nearly choked on your food at his words. You coughed, downing the food with your beer before you looked at him, eyes big and lips slightly parted in bafflement. You couldn’t believe the words you were hearing, it took you a second to process it. Is that really his he saw women? It took all of your willpower and common sense not to reach over and punch him. He was definitely stuck in the twentieth century. 

“Well good thing that you aren’t. Fucking hell dude, in what century do you think you live in? First of all women do all kinds of jobs now. And second of all, me being a woman or my looks have nothing to do with what my profession is. And why I haven't had kids yet is none of your fucking business. You really need to drop the misogynistic bullshit and adjust to the times.” You frowned and looked down at your food, face serious and your body a bit tense as you crossed your arms over your chest and refused to meet his eye. 

Ben’s expression slightly fell at your reaction, a bit taken aback by it.  He frowned a bit and pursed his lips, setting his plate on the coffee table before he turned his body to face you, “Wiah there, relax, I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to offend you. There’s no need to get defensive, I just.. I don’t know how someone who is supposed to be, y’know, fragile, can put their lives in danger like that. I mean, I’m a superhero, I’m pretty much indestructible, but you, I could easily fling you ten feet across the room with a hand, and yet, you have enough balls to put your life at risk for others. Hell, you didn’t have to put your ass on the line for me, and you did. And that’s… Pretty fucking badass.” 

You lifted your head and your eyes found his green ones, and his pink lips were twisted into a million dollar smile. You almost forgot why he made you mad in the first place. God he was hot, and he made your stomach flip and twist into a knot when he looked at you like that. But then he would open his mouth and would ruin it. He would remind you he was just like the rest of them.

“If you’re trying to flirt and compliment with me to get me to fuck you, it’s not going to work.” You raised your eyebrows at him, you weren’t smiling, but your demeanor was slightly less defensive. He laughed at this and bit his lip, slightly leaning in. 

“I don’t force myself on women, so I won’t insist, but if you change your mind, which I know you will, you just have to ask. Trust me, I’ll be the best fuck you’ll ever have.” His lips curved into a smirk as he leaned closer to you, two fingers coming up under your chin to make sure you were looking at him. 

You felt heat flush to your face and blood rush to your ears. You inhaled sharply as you kept a blank face, despite your heart racing. “You wish.” You pulled your head away and rolled your eyes, hoping he wouldn’t see that despite your act, he made you nervous as hell. 

“Whatever you say sweetheart,” He chuckled and took a swig of the whiskey, downing a third of the bottle in one sitting before he placed it back on the coffee table and sat back on the armrest, arm thrown over the back of the couch, “My question still stands though. How does a pretty thing like you end up running into fires and saving people?” 

You chuckled softly at his question and you sighed, placing your own plate on the coffee table before sitting back against the armrest as well, “It runs in the family. My dad was a fire captain and my older brother is also a firefighter in a different state. So it just felt kinda right to be one as well.” 

Ben raised his eyebrows at you in pleasant surprise, his lips curving up into a half smile, “So the balls of steel run in the family? That explains a lot.” 

Your lips curved into a smile, but they quickly fell into a flat line, not wanting him to see he was actually getting through to you. “Yep, I guess so.”

“But you’re a paramedic, right? What the fuck happened there?” He asked, leaning forward, unconsciously gravitating towards you as he listened, for some reason, he wanted to listen. 

You shifted, straightening your back at the question, you swallowed and looked down, running a hand over the back of your neck, “Things happened. You’re not the only one that has history.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. But you felt his eyes burn on your face, they never left you. 

Ben pursed his lips, eyes slightly narrowed as he looked over your face, he felt familiarity in your apprehension, it was like he was met face first with a brick wall, one not even his super strength could break. You didn’t trust him. Maybe that could be his new plan. 

“Well, whatever it was, I still think you have some balls. The nerve you have to speak to me the way you do, can’t say that I’ve seen it often. But I do like the assertive type,” He smirked, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he leaned over the couch until his face was merely inches away from you. He was so close you could perfectly make out the swirls of green in his eyes and the dust of freckles over his nose and cheeks were like a constellation you couldn’t take your eyes away from. You didn’t want to. “And you’re certainly my type.” 

Suddenly he fell silent, his eyes fell to your lips as his own slightly twitched upwards. He was leaning down, hands on either side of you on the couch. You realized what he was doing, your eyes grew big and you inhaled sharply, feeling like there wasn’t enough air in your lungs right now. The thump of your heart drowned your ears and the rush of blood made you dizzy. You squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath. You could practically feel his lips. God you shouldn’t do this. You couldn’t. You just couldn’t. 

“Get the fuck off me,” You yelled at him, placing both hands flat on his chest, and somehow, you didn’t know how, you shoved him back with enough force to make him land on the opposite armrest. 

You immediately stood up, eyes filling with tears as you breathed shakily. He looked up at you with commotion and confusion, a bit of anger laced in there too. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I swear to God if you ever try that again I will cut your dick off and I will shove it up so far up your ass you’ll feel it in your throat.” 

Ben sat up, eyes big and lips slightly parted as he watched you storm off without saying anything else and he heard a door slam shut so hard it echoed through the walls. He blinked a few times, trying to process what had just happened. Did he push you too far? Was he reading the moment wrong? What did he do wrong? Whatever was going through your head, he wanted to find out.

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x fem reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #safe haven series #safe haven

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 3

if you’ve got something good, that just means someone wants to take it, right?

i am not gonna watch that happen again.

i like rules. they bring order to the chaos.

you’re my favorite person in the world, but you’re acting weird.

i don’t want to be anyone’s hero. i just want to be safe and boring and happy.

we did so many bad things. it’s all burnt in my brain.

i know that i am flawed, but i am trying to be better.

if you think i’m a killer, prove it.

i’m, like, perpetually single.

no one in the world had more reasons not to believe in me, but you still did.

everyone expects me to have it all together, but i just don’t.

i don’t care what other people think about me. your opinion is the only one that mattered.

if you’re always a disappointment, then it’s impossible to disappoint.

i got so wrapped up in my own dreams and feelings. i took what we had for granted.

what we are to each other is so much more complicated than any stupid wife or husband or girlfriend. 

it’s too much for me, you needing me.

i want us to go back. back before the mistakes, the lies. back to when we were unstoppable. 

i guess all the time i feel like i’m kind of trapped because i can’t describe how i’m feeling.

you deserve better than me.

everyone keeps saying the only thing that will make this better is time and maybe space.

i didn’t want you to leave last night. 

got to clear the skies for some blue skies, right?

i just don’t want to get hurt again.

everything’s still unresolved, you know?

nobody deserves romance more than you. 

i don't know when i'm going to get over this. but i want to be beside you when that day comes.

is it cold in here, or is it just me?

i’ll get blamed if something bad happens to you.

i’ve got one rule for you. dance with me.

why is this so hard?

can we keep having dramatic yet memorable dates?

if you tell me right now that you’ll never forgive me until the end of time, i’ll leave you alone.

i’m not the problem. you are.

you two are weird in all the same ways. 

forget other people’s definitions. be who you want to be.

if i love you now, imagine how much i’ll love the person you become?

i just don’t see it adding up to happiness for any of us.

i kind of felt like you were running away from me.

i’m not a stranger. i’m just strange. 

every time i do something to be happy, someone gets hurt. 

all year, i’ve tried to do the right thing, but what do i get in return?

you strike me as a queen without her crown.

we’ll always find our way back to each other. 

what’s the point of fighting so hard to stay alive if we’re just going to die alone?

you know there’s a chance. that’s what you can’t square. that’s what hurts.

things went bad for you, things went bad for me.

it’s not that i’m like you. it’s that i love you.

i’m losing my fucking mind, and i’m terrified. 

you knocked me off balance in a good way.

he knew what to do. he always did. and he was a fucking asshole about it.

you should get the hell away from me. i’m poison. i ruin people.

you sound like a bad romantic comedy.

i think we can make long distance work.

you’re not a victim. you’re a killer.

i know kids lie to their parents about stuff,  but you don’t do that. it’s not you. 

you can come back from this. i know you can. you have to. 

people die, they become a threat.

you’re either the cat or the mouse.

when you go down, i hope i’m there to see it.

we’ve always needed each other. that’s what our entire relationship’s been about.

i’m not evil. i just did an evil thing, one i deeply regret.

#ask meme #sentence prompts #rp sentence prompts #prompts #rp ask memes #ask memes #* #meme

[silverskye13]

can i ask how you get the motivation to write? ive been writing for most of my life but i have such a hard time sticking with it

Honestly it just comes from the overwhelming desire to create. In a perfect world, I would rather animate or make comics, but my life is short on time, so I write instead. I can take my fic with me everywhere, squeezing in writing time while in lines or alone in the office or whatever. It's versatile.

For long projects specifically, it helps to have a plan. You don't have to outline everything [though I know people who do that]. Knowing you have a premise and a major climax somewhere is sufficient. The premise is interesting to you, the major climax is the very cool finish line you want to cross. Setting that goal of "write until you write the thing you desperately want to write" keeps me going. It's why I write chronologically instead of cherry picking scenes I have ideas for and then filling in the blanks later. I treat those scenes like they're dessert. You want it? Work for it :3 not to say cherry picking is a bad thing. I know plenty of people it works for. I just know myself, and if I give myself the fun payoff when I want it, I won't slog through the rest.

In the shorter term other things that help:

Making music playlists or mood boards or whatever. Give your brain a reason to keep picking at the story outside of the story context. Make it fun to work on. Don't feel like writing but don't want to forget you have a project? Add songs to the playlist, look up photos for setting inspiration, make a Tumblr tag for quotes. It has the added bonus of helping your story along, and giving you a reason to make the world and characters better.

Don't be afraid to drop it. Like, seriously. I know this whole post is about motivation, but nothing kills a project more than getting insanely guilty about said project. You're allowed to take days, weeks, months, years to rest on a project. Just because you put it down doesn't mean it'll stay down, and agonizing over putting it down will just ensure it's harder to pick up again. If you're staring at a project and you would rather do literally anything but work on it, don't work on it.

Uhm, counter to that, if it's been awhile and you're scared to start again? Just write gibberish. I have a section on every large document called "cut pieces" where I slam out the most dogshit writing and after I get warmed up, I cut it and put it at the bottom of the doc. For two reasons. The first being you've got the swing of things so you can get rid of all the practice you did getting to that point. The second being it might not be as bad as you think it is. Someday you're gonna remember that dialogue, and you're going to want to salvage it.

Keep aids handy! Especially for things that bring you trouble. For me it's descriptions. I love descriptions, but I often have trouble thinking up good ones or I have something specific in mind I can't nail down, or I've been staring at a wall for an hour trying to think of a good way to describe clouds and I can't. So I keep a description document, full of descriptions from books I've read or previous ones I've written, that I can use as a jumping off point. It speeds things up, keeps me from dithering on something stupid, and sometimes someone already described the perfect cloud, yanno? [As before so again, if anyone wants my description document, feel free to ask. It's massive and it's organized.]

Never stop at the end of a chapter. Well, you can stop at the end of a chapter sometimes it's 2am and you just wanna write [Chapter 11] on the header and go to bed. But normally I like to keep writing a few more paragraphs? So when I start [Chapter 11] I'm not staring at a blank page. Blank pages will always win a staring context. Put an I there so it blinks instead.

Change your document color. Like the paper color? White is so mean sometimes. My screen is black with white text. Other writers I know swear by lavender or green. White is just so hard to break man there's just something about it.

Last one but, keep reading. Like, why do you want to write? Because you want to tell a story sure, but why do you want to tell a story? Well, probably because you read a good one somewhere, and you want to give other people that "I read a good story" feeling. So keep reading. One of the most motivating things you can do is remind yourself why you're slaving over a hot keyboard.

.... And this got very long sorry :'D

Hope this? Helps?

#answering asks #anonymous #the barking writer #writing advice #also sorry if this sounds stilted or theres spelling errors #its midnight and my sleep aids are dragging me to hell as we speak #i can barely keep my eyes open #forgive me if any of this is incoheren #writing #reference

[mikeysbabygirl]

DEAD GIRLS TELL NO TALES

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Pairing: Bonten! Rindou Haitani x reader. Bonten! Ran Haitani x reader.

Synopsis : " 'cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead"

" heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. "

What if their first love came back ? What if everything they thought they knew about that night was a lie ?

WARNING : 18+, minors DNI. This fic will contain explicit smut. This chapter contains description of violence, torture ( slightly ), dirty talk, curses, angst with comfort.

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What is written in bold and italics are flashbacks.

CHAPTER 06:

Why are paper cuts so painful ?

They're small, tiny details which could be a great bother. And perhaps you never realize how paper-thin your plans are until you get those paper cuts.

You were always so focused on details, how could you have missed that one ? Maybe you were too focused on the words you'd be saying to Alaya that you didn't paid attention to the shadows hiding in the dark.

-" I knew at some point you'd end up here " she stated, back still facing you while pouring herself a glass of wine, you frowned.

-" Yet I don't see any police car. "

-" Huh, why would I do that ?" She turned, a glimpse of surprise could've been spotted in her eyes. She remembered your face, sure she would, it has been on the news for weeks, four years ago. " We might not be in the same team, but we got the same enemies. "

-" right, the soon to come elections" you chuckled, the journalist tilted her head to the side.

-" I believe we both don't want the governor to serve a second term. "

She barely had time to stretch her hands before the USB key you threw reached her, she eyed it curiously.

-" It's all there. From the highest ranks to the lowest dirty cops." Her pupils expanded. " Understand that if you do this, they'll put a target on your head. "

Oh she knew that, and though fear was a constant shadow over her head someone had to do something.

-" I know that very well-"

-" And understand that " you paused. " They won't lay a hand on you as long as I'm breathing. Not another woman will be hurt in my lifetime. "

She smiled, she knew was not staring at a woman, but a kingdom.

-" Right, the hunter only comes for men " you snorted at her joke, already making your way to the front door.

-" They portray me as a misandrist, I'm not. " holding the doorknob, you turned slightly to look at her. " I may be a vigilante, a rebel, a criminal, but not a misandrist. "

-" just happened that from everyone who wanted to ruin me, there was not any single woman. "

Few words exchanged between the two of you were enough, you needed no befriending when you shared the same hatred.

That's when things started to get weird, back in the parking lot.

It was quiet, almost too quiet. And maybe that day the silence was too loud, screaming for you to notice the silencer, the bullet piercing the air.

•••

One breath at the time.

He will remain calm, he needed to keep his head in the game, no matter how hard it seemed.

-" He doesn't answer his phone since hours. " Ran stated through the phone, his other hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. " I'm gonna kill him Rin, I'm gonna so fucking kill him. "

He heard his brother cursing at the other end of the line, Rindou who was standing tall in front of a tied up Conor eyed the pretty beaten up government agent before answering.

- " Go to that damn reporter's house, this bastard says she might be the last person to see her".

-" God Fuck- if I'm late and she already left... "

No more words were needed, hearing his younger brother sighing through the phone, Ran hung up and threw his phone on the passenger's seat.

No matter how hard he tried reaching the mole that Mikey had successfully placed amongst Hiroto Mori's organization, the latter was no where to be found. In other words, their only chance of knowing what might be La compagnie's next move against you was gone.

The cages seemed to shrunk, hopes getting lost in the turmoil of the mess around. There's gotta be another way out, you three always ended up finding a way, right ?

He pressed the pedal harder, ever increasing the speed to get to Alaya's house. God keep her there.

The landscape through the window getting blurrier, trees molding with each other into a huge fog, where only fragmented memories shone through.

And you were there to sketch a picture of yourself all in his head, and then colour the linings of the dull reality as easily as you filled his thoughts.

A thousand years ago.

A thousand tears ago.

How strong they thought they were back then, teenagers wearing their fists like the heaviest machine guns. He remembered how they took down all that gang by their own, with his faithful Rindou standing in the chaos of the afterwards. Of the after-war.

-" You'll need more men to take over Roppongi" his brother scoffed, laying down a kick on one of the guy's stomach.

-" C'mon Rin', I'm starting to get hungry. " How pretentious has he been, swirling his baton around one of his braids.

His brother's attention was stolen from him, the second a broken chuckle left one of the injured men's mouth.

-" Now now what's so funny ? Mind to share ?" Ran stretched a smile, peering down at the latter.

- " bold of you to assume we'd send all our-" he paused to spit blood, Rindou's nose wrinkled from disgust. " We'd send all our men in a platter to you. "

-" Without a B plan. " Another voice echoed as one of the guys hardly stood up, Ran tilted his head to the side, stretching his arms above his head as Rindou's eyes bored into them.

-" You pussies really wanna die " he chuckled, standing in position.

-" Oh no, I'm way too spent up to be the plan B " the one who just stood up leaned against the alleyway wall.

Ran's smile was soon to fall. And Rindou's heart.

Because at the end of the alleyway, three new shapes were making their way toward them.

And as the sunshine got dimmer, the walls around began caving in, just like the tears on your face.

If not both the men's arms holding yours from each side, the ground would be scratching your knees, under the skirt of your school uniform. Through your teary eyes could be seen a gut devouring terror, one they would've preferred to never see on your face.

Their face.

-" Gentleman, the plan B. "

Your eyes widened, as one of the men holding you pressed the cold metal of the knife under your throat, a broken sob falling from your lips like glass cutting through their skins.

Lavender twin eyes found each other, no smile no words could be heard only the beasts roaring louder than ever.

Ran stared blankly at both the men, straightening his body. The words falling from his lips with his eyes on them were bloodcurdlingly low.

-" You're dead. "

•••

But paper cuts hurt.

And missing the sound of that bullet was like a hundred cuts through your skin.

You couldn't make up anything before your body was propelled in the air, hitting the ground only seconds later and waiting for the pain to spread.

It didn't spread.

It didn't spread.

And your eyes widened, feeling the heavy weight on you.

And he shifted slightly from on top of you.

Lavender.

And he found you. Not in soulless pictures, nor in restless dreams.

Ran found you in erratic heart beats, in wide-eyed gazes, and in stunned whispers of your name that shook your core.

-" Ran... "

Your voice, it was here, you were there. And after many lifetimes where he'd look for you in every empty face, in crowded streets and every whiskey bottle, his heart found yours.

It felt ethereal... As a grasp of water, temporary, fear of that moment slipping between his fingers likewise. As ephemeral as a dream, desperately blinking away reality's heart crushing attempts, he could not believe his eyes.

Your name flew out of his mouth as a prayer, a curse or a bullet, and when your eyes widened and your hands grabbed his arms, Ran Haitani finally put down all the burden and collapsed against you, head buried in your neck.

-" Fuck, you're here, you're... " Your hands wrapped around him, holding him so tightly that you couldn't tell where you began and where he ended. As your scent invaded his nostrils, he smelled love, touched a feeling, and suddenly all the time that flight by faded in an embrace.

-" Ran, Ran you're bleeding !" You urged him, trying to hide both of you deeper in the alleyway.

Yes, he felt the numbness in his arm, along with the hot liquid pouring out of it. He felt it. Yet he couldn't care less, because for the first time his own heart was not a dead weight to carry, truth is, his chest never felt so light.

-" give me a minute " he whispered against your skin, as you went to object his arms tightened around you. " ... Jus' a minute to make sure... You're real "

And how could you say anything with your heart in your throat ? Choking you filling your eyes with salty bullets ? Your hands ran through his ever so smooth hair, and just like that, it didn't mattered anymore.

Whether you died next or not, whether your soul left your body because your whole world was in your arms currently, and his meer crumbs were enough after years of craving him.

Pulling away felt as ripping his own skin off of himself, because out of your embrace he felt incomplete, as if he was art drawn by your own love, but soon your face smiled at him and he found solace.

-" I missed you, so, so much. God, words can never... " A broken sob threatened to escape your lips, your hand flew to your mouth to keep you quiet, the last thing both of you needed was to be spotted by the one who aimed the bullet at you.

-" hey angel, don't cry on me now, yeah ? I'll- shit" hearing sound of footsteps coming, Ran tried moving his arm but soon felt how numb and heavy it was. Panic started stirring his guts, he had to operate with one arm.

-" Don't move " you commanded, right before tearing a piece of your shirt. He hissed and you shushed him, straddling him to wrap the tourniquet around his bleeding arm. " I can fight, I can do it for both of us-"

-" won't you just show up already ?" The unknown voice reaching both your ears shout, you two froze hearing how close the voice was to the alley, too close...

-" We want no war with Bonten, c'mon just give us the girl already !"

You gulped down, eyeing Ran's gaze which never has been so dark. The voice was different, there were many footsteps, too much...

-" Holy shit... " Ran cursed under his breath, pulling you closer against him in an attempt to hide both of you. You closed your eyes slightly, It was unfair, you suffered their absence for so many years just in order to keep them away from your shit, all for what ?

Yes you two had guns, but you were two, they were very much, and Ran was injured... Walls crumbled down brick by brick, a falling hope, a sinking ship. You both knew, and the words no one dared to speak poisoned the air in between.

-" Listen " he cupped your cheeks in his warm hands, lifting his injured arm as best as he could. " They're... They're going to take you. "

No, those were not words, but swords. Sinking in his guts and slicing his throat, jaw clenched, you've never witnessed such a scary look on his face.

-" I know, Ran. I knew what I was getting myself into from-"

-" Silence. "

You froze, no matter how hard you've grown to be, Ran's authoritative voice would always cut you sharper than any knife.

-" They'll take you away from me. But God fucking knows I'd give my whole life. I'd rock heaven and earth to find ya, 'kay ?"

As your heart sunk in your chest, your throat tightened, your eyes burned with tears you fought to not shed.

-" Please, stay away from this. " Your voice broke, you couldn't contain your sobs anymore. " Stay away from me, please don't... "

-" Shhh, y'know I'll do it whatever. If death couldn't do us apart, nothing alive will. "

In his eyes, you read the unspoken words and unshed tears of four years, and yes you knew, there was nothing you could ever say to keep them from following you.

Both you attentions were stolen from each other to the small sound that echoed through the alleyway, and before you could make up anything, you found yourself pressing Ran's body against the floor, hiding his face in your chest as the gas bomb began spreading smoke around you.

-" Shit, shit shit ! " You cursed, Ran's arms tightened around you the best he could, he probably should be closing his eyes but how to ? When he knew the second he would close them, you would disappear.

Again.

The fog around drawed patterns of old scars, how sadistic was fate,how heart breaking was it to lose each other right after being reunited.

And for once, as he was holding you in the middle of the chaos, Ran allowed his eyes to cry, he allowed his heart to bleed again, past's ghosts nipping at their old favorite dish, his skin.

Except this time, he would watch the life snatch you away from his arms, rip you away from his heart. Rip the life out of his breathing lungs.

-" We'll come back for ya... "

-" Ran, don't- don't speak!" You coughed, feeling your head becoming dizzier. But he ignored you, burying his head in your neck.

-" I'll bring you back home. I promise... "

Could the sky fall or the fires burn, nothing would stop him from uttering the words engraved in his tongue since four years. Not again.

-" 'cause I... " and though he coughed, he believed nothing would burn his lungs more than the unspoken feelings. "Won't lose the love 'f my life to death. Not again".

And as his words rocked you to faint, your grasping reflex never released his shoulders. His image started getting blurry, yours too, and as much as he tried to keep them open, gas around you was too heavy to even distinguish anything.

So you both let go of your fears, closed your eyes, and surrendered.

Because when even the reaper's scythe couldn't keep your hearts away, you'll always find your way back home.

And I lost you. I lost you with my arms around you.

•••

-" Where the fuck is she ?"

Crestfallen was an euphemism to describe how Ran got back to the Bonten headquarters under all his co-workers eyes, no he did not only came back with empty hands, but holding his bleeding heart in them.

He woke up a dead man, in that empty alleyway. He couldn't tell how much time has passed after they left with you, but he could count the roars of devils inside his mind. And so he stood up, uncaring about the dizziness of his head, of his bleeding arm, or his broken heart. Drove to the headquarters and there he was.

He stared blankly at Rindou's eyes, who was clearly upset from his expression and how disheveled he was.

-" How did you know I found her ?" He wearily asked, throwing himself on the couch as Kakucho sighed and started checking the state of his arm. " I removed the bullet when I woke up".

-" When you woke up ?" His younger brother inquired, he chose to ignore him and focus on Kakucho's words.

-" The mole finally called. " Kakucho's words fell on his shoulders as a thousand tons, Ran straightened in his seat, suddenly eyes wide. " He couldn't speak a lot, said everyone's on the lookout there, but he gave the address of a medical practice. "

-" The damn doctor " he hissed while Kakucho took of the tourniquet. " They might've took her-"

-" They what ?" Rindou's voice never been sharper. And for the first time, Ran couldn't even look into his brother's eyes, shame was a too heavy burden for his heart.

He was supposed to protect you both, he was the elder, he failed you, and failed Rindou...

-" What do you mean, they took her ?"

Making a step toward him, Kakucho tried stopping the younger brother but was quickly shoved away, as the latter grabbed his elder by the collar and made him stand up, facing him directly.

-" Speak. What do you mean they fucking took her ?"

He still could find nothing to say, and he knew Rindou was losing it from how tight he was clenching his jaw, anything he'll give him he would take it, fist, spit, curse, he deserved it.

-" Enough. "

As much as the temperature increased between the two brothers, Mikey's voice was enough to drop it. Rindou didn't flinched, still holding his brother by the collar until Sanzu and Kakucho separated them.

-" Mikey said enough " Sanzu pushed Rindou away from Ran, which got him a pretty glare from the youngest.

-" What if we tried figuring out something instead of acting like animals ?" Takeomi offered, Ran peered at him curiously, then at Mikey who just had a blank stare.

-" so you mean... "

-" Mikey will help us find her. "

The elder stared curiously at his brother, then at his boss who seemed galaxies away from them despite everything.

-" shit, you're not messing with me ? What's in it for you ?"

Sanzu cleared his throat, signaling him to watch his mouth but Ran couldn't care less, as Mikey shrugged.

-" Don't be stupid, Haitani. This the reason why you two joined Bonten in the first place, right ?"

That was true, but he never thought he would actually help them directly.

Ran's lavender hues found his brother's one when the latter kneeled next to him with an alcohol bottle, in order to disinfect his wound. Though he would never utter it, it could be read in Rindou's face that after the anger dropped down, he regretted the attitude he gave him.

- " Kakucho and Sanzu will come with us. But first, we need to talk to the Blondie" his brother explained, as he started cleaning the wound.

-" D'ya managed to get anything from him ?"

-" crumbs. Government shits are trained to resist investigations. " And as much as jealousy tightened his throat, Rindou swallowed it and added. " But he cares about her. I'm sure he'll talk if we tell him they got her. "

Ran clenched his jaw, as much as he didn't liked it, Conor was a necessary step to get to you, though he couldn't bring himself to trust a guy who kept you hidden away from them for years.

-" I'm fine" he moved Rin's hand away when that one began wrapping a bandaid around his arm. Standing up, he nodded toward his boss after Rindou stood up too. " Let's not waste more time. "

•••

-" You better not pass out on me yet, we still got so much fun to have !"

Amidst the aching of your body from your restrained limbs, and the stabbing pain his scalpel left here and there on your skin, his darkly cheerful voice reached your ears.

-" You, pretty, gave us a pretty hard time. We lost a lot of money because of you, daddy's gonna be so mad at his little girl... "

A giddy sensation took over you as soon as his blood stained glove reached for yet another instrument, a huge, rusty pair of pliers. A whimper left your dry lips, clenching your fist because you could do no more with how your hands and feet were tied to that operating table.

-" Cause oh yes ! Did I mention he'll be here soon ? " His sadistic smile only accentuated your hatred, while his hand seized your fist to open it by force. " Until then... "

-" Wait- No ! No, stop, stop !"

But he looked already so far gone, slipping those pliers between your cuticules. The next thing you know, your finger tingles, even the blood dripping out of where your nail used to be hurts, your visions gets blurry, his proud smile is blurred by your own tears. Screams of pain escape your lips along with shallow breaths, and you're none but an aching, crying, sweating mess of blood.

-" Your cries are music to my ear, darling. But I'm sure I can get more out of you. Like what in hell was a Bonten member doing with you ?"

-" Go-" a broken sob cut through your words, the pain lacerating on almost every inch of your skin making it hard to stay awake. " Go to hell..."

-" What a brave girl we have here !" Caged-animal grunts escaped your lips, his devilish grin was nothing but bad news. " You make me crave your begging, sweetheart. Why won't you beg for me ? "

Threatening, he went for your second nail. Your toes curled, heart beating so slowly you thought you would faint anytime, you pressed your lips together as tight as possible to muffle your cries.

-" I'm sure they left you for dead, who helped you? You couldn't have done this by yourself... " For nothing came out of your mouth, he pressed the pliers harder in between your cuticules, making you whimper and bite your lip. " So you're not speaking, eh ?"

- " Do your tricks, if you must... I'm- I'm not speaking a word. "

He seemed not the less bothered by your statement, and as he ripped the second nail, you felt as if your soul has been ripped off of you, scream probably reaching miles and miles away from the medical practice you two were in. Tears overflowed from your eyes, which you closed, shaking your head from left to right.

-" Fuck you... I'll kill you, I'll fucking k-" nausea made it hard for you to even speak, whilst he ignored your threats and moved at the end of the table.

-" God have mercy on me, pain looks so good on you " the disgusting old doctor grunt, white coat splattered with blood as his gloved hand rested on your bare thigh. You shivered to the spine, through the mind striking pain, he started sliding the plier up your thigh, smoldered pupils focused under the hospital gown you woke up in.

And then, when he looked up at your eyes, he knew he got the best of you, he knew he succeeded into slipping under your skin, into the darkest roads of your numb mind where your old demons were still hardly breathing.

Though your nails hurt, you dug them as deep as you could in your palms, closing your eyes and praying. Praying because you had no other hope.

-" Kill me. " The words sliced your throat. " You won't get anything from me. Just kill me. "

-" I'd be screwed to disobey your dad. Boss said he had a special bullet for your pretty skull " Tilting his head with a faux sympathy tone, he gripped your thigh to part them open, sliding his pliers upper. " But I really, really want to hear the cute sounds you can make, begging for me. "

You did expect no more.

So was this the end ? Endless nightmare like a broken record would be repeating ?

Except this time, you would not let it happen.

Opening your eyes again, soulless. Numb. You abruptly lifted your head, again, and again making your neckless bounce until it reached your mouth. And as you went for biting the pendant...

Hours ago...

-" Huh... So you brought... You brought big brother to make me talk ?" Conor smiled, head still hanging low while both the Haitani entered the room where he was tied to the chair.

Only greeted by silence, he lifted his head and his gaze fell on stone cold faces, a stoic Rindou Haitani and his unmoved brother putting on his brass knuckles. He looked in pain, arm bandaged but wore a determined face. The blond gulped down, cursing under his breath.

-" So you didn't found her... "

The elder ignored him, directly making his way to him and kneeling down in front of the bleeding man.

-" Enough. "

Conor's inner cheek skin met his teeth in a frightening scream, Ran's fist putting him through unbearable pain as blood began dripping from his lips and little cuts adorned his skin.

-" Normally, I would've took my time roasting you american fucker's skin. "

Another punch, Conor spat blood, grunting from pain and throwing a death glare toward his assaulter.

-" But I'm afraid we're running out of time. " He grabbed his collar, lifting him, and the chair he was tied to, to meet his gaze. " so you're gonna tell me everything you know 'bout that doctor fucking Endo. And I might just put an end to your suffering, and life. "

Through his hatred stuffed green hues, Ran watched doubt widening them the next seconds.

-" Wait... Wait shit, he got her ?"

Rindou clenched his jaw, meeting his brother's gaze. Both stayed silent, eyeing the man who understood the lack of words.

-" Fuck... " His chest tightened as if going up in altitude, panic could be clearly seen in his eyes. " You gotta find her, quick, please... I- I can help, I ca-"

-" Who the hell do you think you are ?" Rindou, making a step toward them inquired, while Ran was focused on the blond's reaction.

Something was off, he knew.

-" think you want her back more than we do ?"

-" Stop ! That's not what I freaking meant !" For the first time, he lost his composure. "We got some... Last resort plan, for cases like this... "

Silence, the brother's eyes met in an agonizingly long second, their faces growing scarier and closer to the government agent.

-" What do you mean. Last resort ?" Ran uttered every word in a bloodcurdling low voice, Conor closed his eyes.

-" We were... Pretty aware we could get caught, by La Compagnie guys. We both have a necklace... "

-" Speak. " In a split second, Rindou pressed his gun to the tied man's head.

-" All she has to do is bite the pendant, there's cyanide powder... A suicid pill. "

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Hound-like grunting fury, beast roaring car's engine, that highway probably never knew such a speed. They drove with the weight of the world on their shoulders, not fast enough, never enough.

-" Go ahead, we'll take care of it " Kakucho's voice reached Rindou, who nodded and started running along the medical practice, while Sanzu and Kakucho distracted the security guards and began taking them down one by one.

And with each step he made, opening every damn door there ,a star died in his sky, his heartbeats were a countdown, erratic when he kicked one more door, expecting another empty room.

It was not.

There stood the filthy old man, and Rindou's grip tightened around his gun.

-" The fuck ! Security-"

But his bullet was faster, piercing the atmosphere fiercely to settle in the doctor's chest who fell down directly.

His lungs seemed filled with salty water, each foot of him weighted a ton within the seconds he made his way toward you on the table. Necklace in your mouth. Feeling those tons under his feets trying to bring him down on his knees, suffocating on the salty water.

Then you dropped the pendant, closed, and intact. And he could finally breath again.

-" Thanks fucking god " he threw his head back, breathing heavily. Your eyes widened, heart beating faster at the sight of him.

-" R... Rindou ? "

Yes, life has effortlessly been breathed in him upon hearing your voice, bringing him back to reality. To a reality where you were there, alive, breathing. not yet another dream, you were real.

-" Lemme help you with this " he managed to free your hands, ignoring the unpleasant rage shaking his guts when he saw the blood on your nails, then moved to your right foot as you untied the left.

-" Oh god, Rin. You're here, you're doing fine ... Is Ran okay ? " He helped you to your feet, making sure you could stand up then nodded, making you sigh in relief.

-" Let's go, we gotta be quick " you nodded, tugging at your hospital gown and quickly grabbing the doctor's gun on the table, but frowned when he stopped you. His hand reached for your necklace and ripped it, throwing it somewhere in the room. "I'm not losing you again. Never again. "

God, it was really not the time for blushing. Rindou took your hand in his and you both began running down the corridor. His hand in yours felt warm, and although the years, familiar. No matter how skilled and trained you grew up to be, only his touch could make you feel so safe.

Deep in thoughts while running, you had barely the time to pull him inside a random room before the bullets started flying from the end of the corridor, closing the door behind you two.

-" Shit... It's Hiroto's men... " You explained, locking the door of the closet you two stepped in, remembering the doctor's words. You turned toward him and found his lilac gaze only inches away from yours, drinking in your face and getting high on memories.

Not now, he had to remind himself, nothing to do, no way to scar when your eyes were still broken glass embedded in his skin.

-" Rin... "

But there's no room in war for feelings, and you two could've testified it when the first kick on the door echoed, making you both startle.

-" back off, I'm in charge now. " He shoved you behind him, reaching for his gun.

-" Rin, I'm begging you to leave- I... I can handle myself, you could get injured like Ran, they're not gonna let me go now that they found-"

-" They'll have to get through me before they get to you. " he wearily loaded his gun with bullets and determination, you grunt desperately tugging at his sleeve.

-" for god's sake Rin please !"

When those amethyst eyes landed on you, you knew trying to convince him was a lost battle, since he was hell bent on fighting by your side.

He quickly gripped your face, squeezing your cheeks with his ever-bored expression, cold voice reached your ears.

-" Shhh, love ? It's my life over yours, dontcha get that ? " His eyes quickly drifted toward your lips, before getting back to your eyes. " Now be my pretty good girl and back off. "

-" No. "

Freezing, he turned toward you as another kick nearly threw the door open.

- " What do you mean, no ?"

You gulped down. no need to fear him, you were not a teenager anymore.

Back then, with your school uniform on and a knife pressed to your throat, your tears stained your cheeks as you called for the boys.

-" I'm- I'm sorry " your sobs knife-like, cutting through their flesh. " If I had been more careful, you... You two wouldn't be in trouble... "

Strange right ? Until making both of them clench their jaws, you were the one with the reaper's scythe pressed to your flesh because of them, and you were apologizing. For putting them in trouble.

How could they possibly not willingly give their lives for you ?

-" That's really, really not smart from you. " Ran began, making a step toward both the guys, until one of them pressed you to him and yelled at Ran to stop.

-" One move, and your bitch dies " he threatened, Rindou's eyes studied the distance between you five, how much time it would take if he raced, if he threw himself on them, would they have enough time to hurt you ? Anxiety ate his brain alive, the enemy's caged seemingly closing in around him.

- " Now we can talk about who can take over Roppongi. "

-" Rin, if we go down, we go down together, remember ?" You uttered, tightening your hands around the gun you stole from doctor Endo. He stared at your blood stained face, stared at the past right in the eyes.

Teenage himself watched it in slow motion, as your hand insidiously slipped in your school bag hanging from your shoulder. Everything was too slow until both the guys holding you got their eyes spread with perfume, screaming and dropping down the knife. It was their chance, he realized, launching himself toward you.

-" You bitch-" your assaulter hissed toward you once the brothers took care of them. Ran's foot hit his rib, while the other brother approached him, pulling his head up by his hair.

-" Yes she is. The bitch two brothers would burn down this town for. "

There, that's when you brought him from the prison of his own pride, he realized he never was meant to fight on his own, neither were you, or Ran. And when the door finally gave in under the enemy's kicks, they knew you three came in a package deal.

Too starstruck to even realize, the bullets flew through both the men's bodies, making of them your own horror canevas.

-" Quick !" He yelled, pulling you from your wrist, running down those stairs and corridors again. Back to the reception, you avoided the dead bodies on the ground, blood splattered everywhere and Rindou seemed to look for something but just pulled you outside the practice when he found no body. Stepping finally outside, as the adrenaline started coming down, your wounds and all the blood you lost along with the tiredness came back with force, almost dropping you on your knees if not for Rindou's arm to grab your waist.

-" Wow, stay with me, 'kay ? We're almost there " he held you close to him, you nodded and tried chasing the dizziness of your head away, blinking quickly before he cupped your face, analyzing your unfocused eyes.

-" Hey, live f'me until we're done with this shit, and I swear I'm putting a damn ring on your finger, yeah ?"

His voice reached your ears in broken words, muffled by the roaring sound of an engine coming from behind.

-" And I swear I'll always step in between " was it Ran's voice ? You really could not tell, hours of grueling torture finally getting to you. " C'mon Rinnie, ya really think it's time for the mushy shit ? "

Rindou grunt, opening the door and bringing you with him, on his lap in the passenger seat.

-" You took your fucking time. Where's Kakucho and the druggy ?"

-" Taking care of the bodies. Close the door, we don't want more La compagnie men glued to our ass."

He made a point, making his brother quickly close the car's door. Lavender hair fainted in a blur, words making their way to you in slow, too far voices, your eyelids weighted a ton and soon your grip on Rindou's shirt was the only thing holding you to reality, while you dived deep into unconsciousness.

Ran's lazy smile made his way back to his face, eyes dropping into your sleeping form in his brother's arms.

There is it, home. Where the heart is in peace, not anymore in a million piece.

You whimpered in your sleep, moving slightly in Rindou's arms before his hand reached your cheek.

-" Feel this? This my hand on ya, you're never going anywhere again."

Ran winced, stretching his painful arm to rest on your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin and grinning lazily.

-" Welcome home, angel. "

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[writeandsurvive]

Pairing: Alden Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: you meet Alden at your brother's bar and end up performing a song with him

Words count: 4.7k

Warnings: age gap, meet cute, open mic session, drunk!Alden, reader was a surrogate, gay brother, married gay couple, Alden's friends being pains, Alden being the best man ever, first kiss in public

Fix you ~ Alden Parker

Saturday night.

Your brother's bar.

You always spend your weekends here. Most of the time, you end up waitressing or just bartending if you don't feel like interacting too much with people. You love this place, it has lots of regular customers so you know most of them. Some actually became your friends, or at least buddies. And when someone you've never seen before comes in, you immediately spot them.

So when a group of guys entered the bar for the first time, you studied them. You were waitressing that night, so you came up to their table once they settled. You took a look at the four of them, studying them a little more and asked for their orders. "First time here!" You smiled as you came back with their drinks.

"Yeah, a coworker keeps telling us about this place so we thought we'd check it out." One of them answered.

"What's this coworker's name?" You asked.

One of them said a name you've never heard of, but another guy quickly corrected. "In our line of work, we usually call each other by our last name." He added. And indeed you knew their coworker, and got surprised that he wasn't there too.

"Why isn't he with you?" You said, putting down the last drink.

"He's on duty."

"Right. FBI, yes?"

"Us, yes. This one--" they pointed at the man with the most amazing head of hair you've never seen before. "Joined the dark side."

"I suppose it doesn't mean that you turned into a criminal?" You smiled at him and he chuckled.

"No, I just joined another agency."

"But he was a juvie once." His friend grinned and the man shot him a death stare.

"From a kid who got into trouble to another, your drink is on me." You winked at him and left their table. You let your brother know not to count one of the beers.

You went on with your evening, working, exchanging and laughing with people. Eventually, your brother started the open mic session, and several people got on stage, one after the other. Some sang, others played the instruments. And as always, it wasn't long until one of your friends called out for you to get on stage too. You always fainted annoyance but loved going on stage with your guitar. That night, you chose a rock ballad, and for four minutes, it was just you and your instrument, just the way you love it. You opened your eyes a few times to look at everyone sitting there, and somehow you ended up looking at this man. His eyes were glued to you, his emotions written all over his face. This is something you love about performing music; making people feel things.

Everyone cheered when you were done, and you locked eyes with the man again. You noticed his friends being all over him. At first, you wondered if they were teasing him about you, and kinda hoped they were. One of them called out for you, so you went over to their table. "We need your help!" He said. "Parker is refusing to go up there and play drums. Can you convince him?"

You grinned, but Parker talked before you could say anything. "Don't bother, I'm not that good."

"Bullshit! You rock!" His friends shouted and he rolled his eyes.

"What if we do a song together?" You offered.

"No way. You are so amazing, I'm just going to ruin your performance."

"I don't believe you. You can choose the song! I'm sure we can find something that'll suit both of us."

Parker was torn. The idea of sharing a moment like this with the beautiful waitress was appealing, but he really thought he'd embarrassed himself. "I'm gonna need something stronger first." He said, holding his empty beer glass. Grinning, you grabbed it from his hand, your fingers brushing his. "Can I fix you something of my own creation?" You asked, your hand still above his around the glass.

"I'd love that." He smiled. God, was he charming.

"Okay, so only Parker gets a special treatment?" You heard one of his friends say as you were walking away. You looked over your shoulder to them and expressively winked.

"Is he going to be the one who gets you to break your own rule?" Your brother-in-law teased you, as you were making the drink for Parker. You elbowed him in the ribs.

"I flirt all the time with the customers. Why do you think they all come back?"

"I'm no arguing with that. But you never blush around them."

You hated that he was right. You felt your cheeks heating when Parker smiled at you and even more when you felt his skin against yours. You didn't know the guy, he was obviously older than you, and he was probably just having fun with his friends - maybe he wasn't even single -, but you felt an incredible attraction towards him. Like he could ruin you with just one look.

You were finishing the drink when you heard someone on the right side of the bar. Parker. You nodded in acknowledgment and a few seconds later, you were walking towards him with the drink. "I'd have brought it to you." You said.

"I know, I- I'm actually looking for the bathroom."

"Yeah sure, it's right over there." You pointed towards where the bathroom was. "I'll put this on your table."

"No" he interjected. "Can you keep here for a minute? I'm sure one of them will take a sip and they will not give up until I go on stage, so- um-"

Was he embarrassed by his friends' forcing his hand to play drums or just embarrassed to talk to you? There was no way you could intimidated a man like him, so it had to be the first option. You told him you'd wait and he was gone. You grabbed your brother-in-law on his way back to the bar, "Can I take five?"

"Am I the boss?"

"You're his better half."

"True. However, if it turns out you took a break to meet your silver fox in the bathroom, I'll not be anything anymore."

"What? No! You're crazy! I'm not going to-" He laughed loudly, earning a punch in his shoulder this time. "Jerk."

"You're not technically working here, hon. Get to know him. I promise you he's not gay. One of his friends though-"

"Which one?"

He was about to answer but stopped when he saw Parker coming back. "She's the best, you'll love her--drink." Subtle. Very subtle.

Parker agreed to follow you outside, behind the building. It was a small area, where customers weren't allowed. "I come here when it feels too packed inside. My brother comes here to smoke." You grabbed the full ashtray and got rid of the content in the bin at the very end.

"Which one is your brother?" You told him. "So it makes the one who said you're the best, your brother-in-law?"

You smiled. "Yup, they've been together for nine years, married for three and they have a little one who's with the grandparents tonight."

"Aw, how old?"

You grabbed your phone from your bra and showed him your lock screen. A recent picture of your one year old niece. You chose not to tell him you were the surrogate. Parker didn't appear like the kind of man who'd judge, but it was extremely private and you didn't really know him yet. "She's adorable! I'm sure she has the entire family wrapped around her finger."

"You have no idea. My dad being on top of that list."

Parker often wondered how his own dad would have been if he had kids. His parents didn't get to see their grandchildren grow up much as both his siblings are in the Navy and always assigned away from DC. If he had a little girl, would she have had Roman wrapped around her finger? If she had your beautiful face, he was sure of it. But why the hell was he thinking about that?

"By the way, this is amazing!" He said, raising his glass a little. "Multi talented, I see."

"Don't expect any more of them." You blushed, again.

"I most definitely am." He smirked, making you blush even more and look down at your shoes for a moment.

"So, um, you coming on stage with me?"

"Yeah, but I'd like to apologize right now if it turns to be a bad experience for you."

"I'm sure you're underestimating yourself. Is there a song in particular you'd feel comfortable with?"

"Sound of silence?" He offered, earning a smile from you. "I really love Bowie so I know a few of him. And lately, I've been into Coldplay and Imagine Dragons if it-"

"Please tell me you can do Fix you, by Coldplay."

Parker shyly smiled. "I think I can."

"Perfect. As much as I love your other options, it has to be this one."

He loved how excited you got. He would learn any song you'd want to play with him just to make you happy and smile like this.

"I do need the liquor courage first."

You and Parker kept talking about the song and your upcoming performance while he drank and finished his special drink. Every second with him felt like a privilege. Watching him drink something you made and appreciating it, listening to him talk about music, the way his eyes locked into yours like he could read you like an open book, smelling his intoxicating cologne. And boy did you want to touch that hair of his.

Finally, you got back inside, Parker opening and holding the door for you like a gentleman. You took the empty glass from his hand, fingers brushing again, and put it away behind the counter.

You joined him on the side of the small stage. If he was yours, you'd just have hugged him from behind, kissed the back of neck and watched the performance like that even if you had to tiptoe the entire time. But he was basically a stranger, so you just stood next to him. You could feel his eyes on you every other second, the back of his hand was against yours. You felt things in your stomach that you never felt before.

You offered him your hand when the stage cleared out. Parker took a deep breath before sliding his hand into yours. You looked at each other, both aware of that strange yet amazing feeling that went between you and him.

You grabbed the guitar, and Parker behind the drums. His friends immediately cheered. "Me again," you said on the mic. "But I got a friend this time and it's his first time here, so can you guys help me making Parker feel a bit more comfortable?" The entire bar cheered. You looked at him with a smile and winked. "You ready, P?" He nodded.

During the song, you kept looking behind you. You wanted, needed to see him play. His hair being all over the place, him being completely into it, his muscles showing off under his shirt. Whenever he looked up to you, even for a second, he smiled. He mouthed the lyrics with you.

You finished the song a cappella, not looking away from Parker.

'Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you'

For a second, neither of you heard the people clapping. You were just staring at each other, lost in something intense. Parker is the one who got back to reality first, standing up to meet you in the middle of the stage. You put the guitar down, stepped away, but before you could any further, he grabbed your arm, making you spin. "Can I hug you?" You nodded.

His arms wrapped around your neck, and yours were around his waist. You felt tiny and loved every second of it. Parker held you tight, his cheek against your head. "Thank you for this." He whispered. "You're incredible."

"So are you, P."

He grinned cause he almost believed you.

Parker went back to his friends, drinking a little more, while you helped your boys again. Your brother-in-law teased you any opportunity he had, while your brother let his eyes and smile talk. You knew he'd open his mouth in a quieter setting.

"You're not leaving this bar without her number, Park!"

"I don't think she's-"

"She is."

"I didn't even finish my sentence!"

"Doesn't matter. She's interested, she's into you, she wants you to ask her. Just fucking go!"

"She's young enough to be my daughter I'm sure." He hated saying those words.

Parker saw one of his friends standing up and walking over to you. He watched as you smiled, and blushed. But you walked away too quickly. "She's willing to give you her number if you ask her." His friend informed.

"Thanks for making me look like a teenager who's too afraid to approach a girl."

"Cause that's exactly what you are, right now."

He finished his other drink. At this point, he was on the verge of being pretty drunk. One more drink, and he'd go on stage again, and sing a love song for you. But until that, he got up and went to the right side of the bar again. You were cleaning some glasses, and talking with a man sitting at the counter. It took you a moment to notice Parker.

"Can I help you with something?" You asked.

"I'm sorry about Fish, he's- actually, I'm sorry about myself. I don't know what I'm doing here. I haven't dated in a while, and most definitely not a young and gorgeous thing like you- not that I'm asking you to date me- but- um- oh god." He growled, inaudibly cursed and dramatically dropped his head on his hands on the counter. Your heart completely melted.

You put one of your hands in the back of his neck, and felt his body react to that, but he didn't move. You lowered his head very close to his and started to say numbers. Very slowly, you repeated them. "If it's a fake number, I wouldn't blame you." He finally raised from his arms, still resting his elbows on the counter. You matched his position, your face being very close to his.

"Repeat it to me, Parker." He correctly did. "Good job." You gently kissed the corner of his mouth. His beard was going to give you face burns for sure, but you couldn't bring yourself to care one bit. One of his hands grabbed yours, and squeezed.

"A man walks into a bar..." He said, as the famous joke goes, "and meet the woman of his dreams." He brushed your nose with his index finger before kissing it. He saw your confused face, silently asking why the nose. "The first kiss with that woman cannot happen while he's drunk, in a crowded bar, with about a dozen of men wanting to kick his ass."

You looked around and saw a few heads immediately turning away, like they've been caught staring.

"Call me, Parker."

"When?"

"Whenever you want."

"I'm gonna go, before I forget what I just said and kiss you here and there."

You flattened your hand on his chest and gently pushed him away. You wanted a very special first kiss with him, and you knew he was going to make it perfect.

Parker and his friends were the last to leave. As it slowed down at the bar, Fish invited you to sit with them, and Parker - who was drinking water then - immediately grabbed a chair, setting it very close to his. A coke appeared in front of you, courtesy of your brother-in-law. "My poison." You told Parker, who couldn't take his eyes off you.

"I'll keep that in mind."

His friends started to bombard you with questions, where you're from, what you do for a living, are you single, what are your hobbies... You started to answer each, before Parker spoke up, "Guys, stop stealing my material. I want to discover her by myself."

"Gatekeeping her already? That didn't take long."

"I promise you, you won't have to deal with them much." Parker told you.

You giggled and saw your brothers staring from the counter. "Wish I could say the same about those two."

The conversation went on about several things, and at some point, you felt Parker's hand on your thigh. He looked shy, scared you were going to throw his hand away but he grinned like a happy boy when you covered his hand with yours and intertwined all ten fingers. Despite drinking water, he was still drunk and he was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Which one of you is the DD?" You asked.

"The Uber driver." Fish answered.

In the end, you drove them all back home. Four different stops, they each gave you some money for the gas, that you refused but Parker took it for you. He was basically sleeping on the passenger seat when you reached his address, that you luckily noted before leaving the bar. You looked at him for a moment, how peaceful and handsome he looked. You had no idea where this was going, but you couldn't wait to find out.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." You stroked his beard and hair, earning a noise that sounded like a purr from him.

"Where are we?" He asked, barely opening his eyes.

"Right in front your building. Ready to move?"

He turned his face to look at you. "Not ready to leave you."

You leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. "We'll meet again soon, I promise. You remember my number?"

"Saved it in my phone already. Let me check I got it right."

He took his phone out of his pocket, struggled for a bit to find your contact info and called. Your phone buzzed and his number appeared. "I'm not that drunk!" He lifted his fists in victory, making you laugh.

You saved his number too. "what's your last name?"

"Huh?"

"Your last name? To save you in my phone?"

"Oh. Parker."

"What, you're Parker Parker?"

You both looked at each other, puzzled. "I'm Alden Parker." He told you and you let out a very long "aaaah".

"Sorry for calling you Parker the entire night."

"You can call me anything you want, beautiful."

Even drunk and half asleep, he was still a flirt.

That night, you fell asleep thinking about Alden Parker.

And you woke up to a text from him.

Alden Parker: Good morning. Thank you for texting me last night to let me know you got home safely. I hope you slept well after that! I want to apologize if I made a fool of myself last night. I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable at any point nor that you felt pressure by me and/or my stupid friends. I'd really love to see you again, but if it's not the case for you, you can say so and I'll let you be 😊 I wish you a lovely Sunday.

PS: Performing with you was incredible. Thank you very much for that!

Did this man know how adorable and loving he was?

You: Hello A L D E N. I think all of this should be discussed face to face, don't you agree? I have family lunch, but should be free after 4. Or another day, you tell me...

Alden Parker: Tell me when and where I need to pick you up.

Sunday lunch is a family tradition. Meeting around 11am at your parents house, having lunch, talking, playing board games. But usually, you show up dressed very casually, either leggins or sweatpants, sneakers, hoodies if it's cold. But that day, you showed up in a dress, making everyone suspicious. "Are you going somewhere later today, honey?" Your mom asked, as you were saying hello to your niece.

"You bet she is!" Your brother-in-law chimed in.

"You're going on a date with him, aren't you?" Your brother asked.

"Who? Did you meet someone? Do you two know him?" Your mom asked to the boys.

"You people are too noisy."

"I agree!" Your dad appeared and hugged you. "You do look beautiful. He's probably not good enough for you."

"Dad." No man would never good enough for you, according to your father. You only noticed your mother clearly interrogating your brothers. "Baby, go with pop, I need to teach your dads a lesson."

After a fight and a long argument, everyone agreed to stop talking about the night before and Alden. Your mother did get a description of him and was very pleased. No one commented on the obvious age difference, and you loved that about them. You were an adult, able to make your own decisions. All they cared about was you not being hurt in any way, by anyone. "You're finally gonna have an uncle." They made your niece clap her hands.

4:10pm, the spot you told Alden to pick you up. He was already parked when you arrived, leaning against his car. His face lit up when he saw you, he opened the backseat door to grab something. A sunflower. You hadn't reach him yet and your heart was already at his feet. "Hi," he offered you the flower. You looked at it, smelled it, looked at him and kissed his cheek.

"Hey,"

"From my own little oasis." He pointed at the sunflower.

"You grow sunflowers!?"

"I grow- many things." He helped you inside the car and the ride started with him telling you about his passion for plants. You didn't know a thing about it as it never peaked your interest, but you could listen to him talk for hours.

It was only when he parked that you realized you had no idea where he was taking you. "You can leave the sunflower on the dashboard, it'll enjoy the sun." You did so.

"What's the plan?" You asked.

"Well there are two plans. Plan A and plan B."

You laughed. "Okay, why would you need a plan B?"

"In case you ate too much at your parents and can't fathom the idea of eating more right now."

"Well, if you expect me to eat a whole meal, maybe we should go for B."

"But what about pastries?"

"As a sweet tooth, you got my interest."

"The woman of my dreams, proof four." He said as he got out of the car. You waited for him to open the passenger door for you, knowing it was the kind of thing he'd do.

"What are proofs one, two and three?" You asked, as you were walking hand in hand.

"You're gorgeous, you're a musician, you're a family person."

Why did it feel like you've known this man your entire life when you only met him the night before?

He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. "Just because you're the woman of my dreams, doesn't mean I have to be the man of yours." He whispered in your ear. And he meant it.

"But what if you are?" You got even closer, wanting to feel all of him.

"Then I'm the luckiest bastard in the world." He kissed your hair.

Despite being born in DC, you'd never been to this place Alden took you. There was a selection of pastries that all looked good and appetizing, it was a nightmare to choose, so you trusted his suggestions. With a few pastries on the table, you and Alden shared. Switching from one to another, him feeding you with his own spoon every now and then. "You're feeding me more than you're eating." You smiled behind your napkin, hoping there was nothing around your mouth to not make a fool of yourself.

"I enjoy seeing you eat. I like the sounds you make." Alden blushed as soon as the words left his mouth.

"My turn." You grabbed a spoon of what seemed to be his personal favorite, and fed him. He let out a soft 'hmm'. "You made that sound on purpose, didn't you?"

"I would never." He defended himself with a grin saying otherwise.

You got to know each other more, discover about the other's life. You learned that he had been married for ten years, but that ended a while ago. You told him about your failed attempt at relationships, including that one particular, cause it was very serious until…

"If you don't want to tell me what happened, it's okay." He assured you.

"It's not- I want to tell you, I'm just afraid you're gonna rush into that window."

"At this point, you could be a criminal, and I wouldn't even do that."

"What a cop that you are." You laughed. "Okay. Um, I'm just going to say it. I was my brother's surrogate."

"You were?" He warmly smiled and you nodded. "That's- probably the biggest proof of love a sister can do for her sibling." You were taken aback by his comment. Your ex left you over it, and you never told anyone after that.

"You really think so?"

"Heck yeah. I mean, you carried this baby for nine months, delivered it and dealt with everything a pregnancy does. I've seen my sister struggling for months when she was pregnant. And you did that for your brother and his husband. I admire you for it."

You got rid of the tear threatening to fall before it did. Your family praised you for it, and they still did. Your parents, especially your mother, were impressed by what you did, but no one outside of them did. Alden grabbed your hand and softly stroked the back with his thumb. "You're even more amazing than I thought." He said before bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it.

"I'm glad you're still here. Thank you."

"Can I just have you one question?"

"No, I did not have sex with my brother nor his husband." You both laughed.

"I promise it wasn't my question. Wasn't it too hard after you- gave birth to her?"

"It was weird to be honest, but no. I knew it wasn't my baby. I was just the oven. Plus, she's in my life and I see her all the time."

"You make it hard for me not to kiss you right now."

You wanted that kiss. You were waiting for it. Several times, you were the one who almost gave in and grabbed Alden by the neck. But you were happy with your self control, because the wait was worth it.

After leaving that place, Alden showed you what plan B was. A walk through the botanic garden. You couldn't remember the last time you went there, probably when you were still in school. Who needs a guide in there when you have Alden Parker by your side, telling you everything he knows, showing up his favorite plants and flowers, while holding your hand or your waist. You took several pictures, including selfies with him. Eventually, he offered you to stop on a little bench, next to a magnificent exposure. "I'm usually not this fast into dating," he confessed. "At my age, I like to take my time, make sure it can work. And honestly, I really don't understand how you can be interested in me, but I know I can't let you slip away from me. Whatever you have to give me, however long it lasts, I have to- have you." He had leaned in as he was talking, and you decided to close the ridiculous gap separating his lips from yours. You kissed right there, on the bench, in the botanic garden. Many people were passing by, but it was like no one else existed, like the world had stopped.

"I'm very interested in you, Alden Parker. Even more now." You said, foreheads pressed together.

"I want to be a gentleman, take you home and take you out again another time but-" he kissed you again and you eagerly responded.

"Take me to your home or mine, I don't care, as long as we go together."

You couldn't let him slip away from you either.

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[gabykatttt]

My sister’s a fraud pt 3

Wuz up Mount Rageous you didn’t think I was gonna give you a boring old stage do you Velvet said asking her fans.

That’s why we bought tickets for said the random rageon with excitement.

I’m taking this show on the road Velvet said still standing her vehicle.

Orchid you got the cameras ready? KidRitz asked focusing the road.

Yes KidRitz Orchid replied grabbing the controller.

Alright just hang on tight KidRitz said pressing the gas pedal.

Veneer looked as the window letting out a sigh.

Are you okay Veneer? Orchid asked looking at Veneer worried.

Yeah it’s just I never sang in front of everyone before Veneer said.

You’re going to be okay Veneer just believe in yourself KidRitz said still focusing on the road.

Thanks I guess Veneer said still looking at the window.

With Poppy,Branch and Tiny

Any sign of Velvet? Branch asked.

Not yet Branch Poppy said until she saw a vehicle approaching them.

Hi guys Orchid said controlling the floating cameras.

Good to see you too Orchid Poppy said smiling.

Guys look there she is Tiny said pointing at a vehicle in front of them.

With Velvet

Ha I lost them Velvet said to herself smirking pressing the button on her shoulder pad cause the bro zone to cry out in pain.

Velvet got up and started singing her song.

Velvet 🎶🎤

Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world and the seven seas.

Everybody’s looking for something.

Velvet pressed the button gas pedal and drove off.

Oh that’s too much glitter she added Orchid said.

Great she got away again KidRitz growled.

Ahh this is too much Tiny said.

Ugh give me the thing Tiny Branch said.

What thing? Tiny asked confused.

You know the thing Branch said.

Oh I knew you were talking about Tiny said giving Branch the baby thing.

Oh that’s good Branch said to himself taking the wheel.

Guys look there she is Poppy said pointing at Velvet

Velvet 🎶🎤

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

Branch jumping off and lands on the diamond on Velvet’s shoulder pad.

Floyd Branch said

Branch Floyd said.

Don’t worry I’ll get you guys outta here Branch said.

Velvet turned and pushed Branch off her shoulder pad.

Velvet🎶🎤

Hold your head up

Keep your head up (Movin' on)

Hold your head up (Movin' on) (yeah ohh)

Keep your head up (Movin' on)

Hold your head up (Movin' on)

Keep your head up (Movin' on)

Hold your head up (Movin' on)

Umm guys what the end of the road mean? Orchid asked pointing to the dead end.

They all looked as the sigh and gasped in horror.

Ahhhhh the gang screamed as they fell on the road.

Velvet 🎶🎤

Keep your head up

The car goes straight to the golden ball and Velvet jumps off her vehicle catching the float camera and sang once more.

Velvet 🎶🎤

Yeah

Fame

I'm gonna live forever

I'm gonna learn how to fly

(Fame)

I feel it comin' together (oh, yeah)

People will see me and cry

(Fame)

Oh no Branch said worrying about his brothers.

What do we do now? Poppy asked curious.

Let’s hustle Tiny said pressing the button.

What should we do? Orchid asked

KidRitz looked down seeing Velvet performing on the yacht.

We’re going to stop her KidRitz replied letting out an angry growl.

But we don’t know how to sing Orchid said.

But Veneer does and he’ll put an end of her career KidRitz blushing how Veneer sings.

Plus his voice sounds really amazing and that’s why he needs to show himself with love KidRitz said blushing with a smile.

Veneer couldn’t help but blushed a bit after hearing KidRitz say that.

Time to skip

Guys look over here Tiny said pointing at Velvet.

Velvet🎶🎤

All my greatness

It doesn't come for free

All my talent

It doesn't grow on trees

Take a breather, you'll take it all the way

If the top is where you wanna stay

Gristle throws Rhonda and lands on the yacht.

Poppy,Branch,and Viva land on the yacht to distract Velvet while singing.

Velvet 🎶🎤

You gotta work hard

To make it look it easy

You gotta live fast

To keep makin' that money

If you want to be as famous as me

You gotta work, you gotta work, you gotta work

Velvet catches Viva but fails.

Ahhh Viva jumped on Velvet hitting her face.

Ow Velvet growled in pain and fell on the floor.

Viva la Viva baby Viva said.

You guys alright? Branch asked.

Yes but we’re done yet John Dory said moving himself on the diamond.

Let’s bro Bruce said following John.

Velvet 🎶🎤

Fame

I'm gonna live forever

Learn how to fly yeah

Argh Velvet growled pushing Branch,Poppy and Viva off her yacht.

Velvet 🎶🎤

if the top is where you wanna stay yeah

Fame

Viva,Branch and Poppy come back knocking down Velvet releasing Clay from her shoulder pad.

Clay lands on the ground with John and Bruce.

Floyd Clay said worrying about Floyd dying from Velvet’s obsession.

Velvet🎶🎤

You gotta work, you gotta work

Baby remember my name

Velvet lands on the pink stage and stops singing.

The fans clapped their hands as the song was already over.

We’re too late it’s all my fault Veneer said to himself started crying in tears of guilt.

I don’t know what to do now I failed them Veneer said still crying.

KidRitz and Orchid looked at Veneer and hugged him trying their best to calm him down.

To be continued

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