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🧡❤️Dating Your Enemy's Sibling

*part of the reverse trope series*

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader Genre: Fluff/Humor/SMAU Summary: How to get under your enemy/rival's skin? Charles answer was to start dating his younger sister. But now, he's glad he found love along the way. He only had to tell Max about the relationship when you won a race. That's won't be any time soon though . . . right?

*in honor of Lando's first win - here's this next installment of Reverse Tropes! I know that Max and Charles really aren't enemies. Maybe I should have done like a Pierre and Esteban thing, but I don't write for them. So here we go and please enjoy!*

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Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen.

Predestined rivals, written in the stars, invisible string, yada-yada-yada.

Putting it simply, Charles had an apt for pissing Max off and vice-versa. The world thought they would kill each other in karting, especially after the 2012 incident. The population sighed in relief when Max was taken from F3 and put in a Formula 1 car, while Charles took a bit longer.

And then Charles made it to Formula 1 in 2018. However, he was put in a HAAS, a car that was not really made to play with the other cars in the front of the pack. The earth was saved yet another year.

Well, until 2019 when Charles suddenly became the “It Boy” for the Prancing Horse. Meaning, that he could finally go back to terrorizing the grid and Max. But with terrorizing the grid came loads of trouble and hatred.

And more pissing off your rival.

Charles seethed on the podium as he listened to the Dutch national anthem and watched Max point to the stupid “H” on his race suit. He held in a scoff. At least the Ferrari logo was much better looking than that.

It wasn’t fair. He had the racing line and Max pushed him off. If his mind wandered, it would go back to a certain kart race back in 2012 where he pulled the same move. But that didn’t count because the race has already finished. Charles would have rather been disqualified instead of having to go through the torture of being up on the podium in second.

First loser as they call it.

The Monegasque driver held no happiness in his body as Max started spraying his winner’s champagne. Charles just picked up his bottle and drank it.

Still wasn’t as sweet as victory champagne would be.

He deliberately separated himself from Max as they stood for a picture. The visible gap made it much more hilarious for everyone around them.

When the festivities finished, he hightailed it out of there, just wanting to avoid the Dutchman presence. Charles sighed loudly as he walked back to the garage, definitely not in the mood to talk to anyone.

“Charlie!

The Monegasque stopped in his tracks, annoyance almost wracking his entire being. Can people just let him wallow in defeat? He straightened his shoulders and turned around, PR smile plastered on his face. However, the very fake smile turned into a real one when he noticed that you were almost jogging to catch up with him.

Y/n Verstappen.

You had always been a part of his childhood. Where Max was, you were one step behind him, following him in your small racing overalls. He remembered how little you always seemed compared to your brother. But size didn’t matter on the karting course.

Most of the time, the two boys found themselves trying to shake you off and others were behind your kart, picking up the dirt that you sent their way. And that’s why Charles put your name down as recommendations for his Prema seat after he won the championship in 2017. Because of him, you were able to graduate to Formula 2 and were on the track to make a debut in Formula 1 in the coming years.

“Hey Y/n,” Charles said softly, still not in the mood to really talk to anyone. But for you, he’d always make an exception. And he was supposed to fly back with you and Max, something he was still dreading.

You look at the Monegasque with sympathy. Charles wasn’t able to find any type of pity in your blue eyes (that matched Max’s).

Your brows furrowed as to talked to him. “What Max did wasn’t the right way to race. But Formula 1 is getting more and more competitive.”

The man, er boy, wanted to huff. He did not need this conversation from you. He almost turned around, but the next few sentences stopped him from making any motions.

“Charlie, you’ve always found ways to beat him. If he wants to play like this, then you just have to give him a taste of his medicine, get under his skin. Do what you always do and somehow get around him.”

He cocked his head, before his eyes lit up.

Get under his skin.

You watched as Charles’s eyes filled up with some light, making the green in them really shine. You could almost see ideas concocting in his head.

Charles went to say something, but was interrupted by his team principle. He swerved to respond before he turned back to you. There was a glint in his eyes that you really couldn’t put a finger on.

His took a deep breath before asking, “Do you want to maybe get dinner with me?”

Your eyes widened. Sure, the Monegasque was very attractive, but those were not the words that you were expecting to come out of his mouth.

Oh.

Now you got it.

Your facial expressions melted a bit, eyes pointed toward the ground as you kicked at it. Your arms crossed as you huffed.

“Using me for gain over my brother wasn’t what I was meaning Charles. I was thinking more like unfollow him on social media while we’re on the plane or something.”

The harsh “Ch” that began his name had him wincing. Like your brother, you had a small lisp which normally softened the two consonants to the point where his name sounded like it was supposed to be. And what was “Charles?” You rarely ever called him that, choosing to pick the more boyish nickname.

Although, your idea about Instagram wasn’t a bad one.

Charles looked a bit guilty as he scratched the back of his head. He honestly was endeared by you and your determination to never give up. He found you, well, cute. You were still 19, younger than him by a bit more than three years.

But if you were cute back in 2012 hanging on to Max’s wet overalls after the puddle, and you were cute now trying to console him instead of celebrating your brother’s victory, you would still be cute in the following years.

He sighed, knowing that he had to leave soon or he was going to get an earful from Sebastian for being late to yet another meeting. The Ferrari driver stepped forward a bit, getting closer to you. He looked down at his helmet before looking back to your eyes.

“When I win and when I beat your brother, then can I take you out to dinner?”

You mulled over the question in your head.

If he beat Max before you went out with him, then that meant that he was actually genuine and wasn’t using it to his gain. You also smirked, knowing that indeed it would piss Max off whenever he found out. Your position as an annoying younger sister would still be intact and possibly stronger.

You held out your hand, which Charles took in an instant.

“Deal Leclerc.”

“Deal Verstappen.”

When Charles took the top step in Spa, pride filled his chest when he noticed Max’s glare at him. He had beaten the Dutchman at his home race. Albeit, it was a DNF for Max, but a win either way. He swayed back and forth as his national anthem played and then sang quietly along with the Italian anthem. Deep in his heart, he knew the true weight of the win.

For Anthoine.

He knew somewhere he made his French friend proud. Just like Jules. And Just like Papa.

Charles watched down below as you looked like you could hardly keep a smirk off your face. And it was bad too as you stood next to Max, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there below Charles.

The Monegasque raised his eyebrows when you locked eyes. You just hoped that Max wouldn’t catch on that he was staring right at you. Thankfully, you were right next to a Ferrari manager, so Max could guess that Charles was looking at him.

When the winner finally got ready, you were waiting outside his garage.

“Hi,” you whispered, putting your phone away. Charles didn’t verbally respond, but he wrapped his arms around you. You melted in his arms, still smelling a bit of the champagne in his hair.

He looked down at you.

“Are you ready for dinner?”

Your eyes held a playful glint. “I hope you chose a good restaurant Leclerc.”

He scoffed, keeping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you turned to leave. “Only the best Verstappen.”

The dinner went really well, but you weren’t expecting it to be a continual thing.

And then Charles won in Monza the next week, and he once again asked you to dinner. And once again, the Monegasque set expectations higher than you every imagined. You were saddened when Charles wasn’t able to win any more races while your brother seemed to get better and better each race.

You could only giggle while you watched them still avoid each other in Singapore.

But, the dinners turned into texting, and texting turned to other dates, and dates turned into dating, and dating turned into a relationship, and the relationship turned into an almost five year commitment that you or Charles weren’t planning to end soon.

The relationship saw your brother become a world champion in 2021, Charles becoming a world champion in 2022, and you joining the grid as a rookie for McLaren after a disastrous attempt for an Alpine seat.

Charles had been furious and Max had almost found out about the relationship. The two of you were still scared that Max might hold some coldness for the past. But when he called Charles “Charlie,” the special nickname that you had for him, you thought that it might be a good idea to tell him.

“But mon ange, he will run me off the track if he finds out,” Charles whined into your stomach as you played with his hair before the Miami Grand Prix.

You rolled your eyes and tugged at the strands. “No he won’t. You have to worry about your teammate doing that to you instead.”

Another whine left Charles making you giggle.

“At least you’re starting on the front row. I have to start P5! Oscar has been making fun of me all weekend.”

The Aussie had been such a God send for you during your rookie season. The elder by a few months had taken you under his wing. The two of you had been so close to a win last year, and with the upgrades this weekend, you were sure that you or him would start on the front row.

And then you had to be hit during the sprint, which didn’t help the mechanics in the hours before the race quali. That in turn made your car feel weird and P5 was the best you could do. Maybe Charles was secretly transferring his unluckiness into you.

The Monegasque turned his head to look you in the eyes. You smiled as you leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

“We’ll tell him when I win a race. How about that?”

Charles knew that you were just unlucky as he was when it came to winning a race. Last year, you had been close in Spa, but a rouge rainstorm saw you spinning out on the second to last lap. Austin you had pole, but Max fought you on into turn one, making you go wide. You never saw your brother after the first lap as you fell down the grid. Charles held you each night as you cried.

The red-clad-driver sat up and held your head in his hands. “You’ll win soon enough. Maybe not this weekend because I don’t have any time to prepare.”

You laughed and just brought him in to a kiss. There was literally no way you could win this weekend. Beating Max Verstappen with pole from P5 on a track that he had a 100% win rate at?

Impossible.

Charles thought he was going to cry as he crossed the line in P3. From you winning or having to tell your bother that he defiled his baby sister, he didn’t know.

What he did know was that he was going to get out of his car and congratulate you immediately. What were the odds that you won on the anniversary of the stupid inchident, the first time that Charles had ever seen you with Max.

(And yes, he did remember the anniversary but didn’t want to bring it up.)

You, however, were frozen in your car. You took some deep breaths as you took the steering wheel off, stood up a bit, bent to put it back on, and straightened, holding your pointer finger up. Your fists clenched as you raised them, automatically hearing the crowds roar when you waved.

A tug on your sleeve brought you down into Max’s arms. You were a bit disappointed that it wasn’t Charles, but that would be too obvious.

“YOU DID IT!” Max yelled in your ear, well, your helmet as you hadn’t taken the neon thing off yet.

You really didn’t want people to see the tear stains on your face. But right now, you’d just stay in the protection of your brother’s arms. When he let go of you, he lifted your visor, twin eyes meeting yours.

“You did such an amaz-”

“I’m dating Charles.”

Blink.

You took the moment of a frozen Max to turn to your team. You looked over your shoulder to see that the Dutchman was still stuck in his place as you got farther and farther away. You grimaced, knowing what was to come if Max and Charles met at any time when you weren’t there.

An arm around your shoulders brought you out of your head. The light blue caught your eyes, signaling that it was Charles. He patted your shoulders, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. You did feel a bit of pressure move your helmet, so he must have quickly smushed his face into the black swirls. A helmet kiss if you would guess.

You wanted to turn around to warn him of the imminent danger that was waiting for him in the form of Max Verstappen, but you were led away before you could.

Your fears immediately went away though when your eyes finally landed on your team. Helmet thrown to the ground, you made the decision to throw yourself at them as well. Your laughs could be heard as your mechanics lifted you higher as everyone seemed to want to congratulate you for their first win since Monza 2021, which you weren’t even on the team then.

When Charles stepped into the cooldown room, he could feel the awkwardness. It also didn’t help that Max was glaring at him from the corner. Charles was a bit worried. He thought that Max was fine with him now after they had both sort of mended their weird friendship during 2023.

He turned to you as you walked in, all sweaty.

Charles still thought you looked very pretty.

“Eyes off Leclerc.”

Charles froze in his place and looked between the siblings. He looked at you, then Max, then you, and then Max again. You winced, not looking him in the eyes. Realization flooded his body and he thought for a moment he was going to pass out.

“Mon Dieu.”

“We will be talking after this,” Max pointed, drinking from his water bottle, not taking his eyes off Charles.

When you were called to the little Jeeps, you quickly got into the bright pink Barbie-esque looking one, still buzzing from your win. Even if the two men behind you had put a damper on it.

Charles’s eyes only fixed on one of the cars, not even seeing the third one behind the second. He climbed right in, eyes closed as he sat down. However, his eyes shot open when the car tilted and a thigh was touching his. He gulped rather loudly, refusing to look to his right.

This was Vegas all over again.

Max kept his voice low. “When did it start?”

“2019. After Austria.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to get to know her more.”

“What was the reason Charles?”

The Monegasque sighed as he ran his hand over his face. “I was angry at you and wanted to get back at you somehow.”

He knew he was about to be punched on live television, but he continued hoping for redemption.

“But, I knew that was wrong. We didn’t even go out until Spa. And then again in Monza. And then it just happened.”

He turned to look directly at Max, knowing that he only had a few more moments before they had to go out onto the podium.

“Max I love your sister. I have the ring and everything. We’ve been happy for 5 years and have made it work. Please, she’s really all the good I have left. I would throw everything away for her. And-”

Max’s laughs stopped him from continuing. The Dutchman slapped a hand on Charles’s thigh, making him wince a bit.

The Red Bull driver’s eyes were crinkled with a smile as they pulled up to the parking spot.

“Just keep her happy, or I will run you off the track.”

“Y/n! I told you he’d threaten me!”

“Max!”

“Oh come on I did not!”

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imloyaltoscoups · 3 days

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doubts about confessing | kim mingyu ft. wonwoo | MDNI + 18

warnings: smut, fem!reader, making out, threesome, double pent, a lil bit of degradation, pet names, praise, unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving), porn with plot? i need cleansing after this not good with tags sorry, again mdni!

P.S This is NOT the part 2 of truth and dare. my brain went 360 and a new story has been born.

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As you and Mingyu chill in your bedroom, the air is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Mingyu's gaze meets yours, his eyes reflecting warmth and affection. Slowly, he inches closer, his movements deliberate yet gentle.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice soft like a gentle breeze. "I want to kiss you."

Your heart skips a beat as anticipation fills the room. Mingyu's lips draw nearer, his touch sending shivers down your spine. In that moment, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate space.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses, his breath mingling with yours. "I hope you don't mind."

With a tender smile, you lean in, closing the gap between you. As Mingyu leans for the kiss, you gently place a hand on his chest, stopping him before his lips meet yours. A slight nervousness tugs at your heart as you confess softly, "I... I have to admit, Mingyu, I'm not a very good kisser."

Mingyu's eyes meet yours, and he gives you a reassuring smile, his gaze filled with understanding. "Hey, it's okay," he says, his voice comforting. "We can take it slow. Just follow the flow, and you'll be fine."

Despite your apprehension, his words ease your nerves. With a shy smile, you nod, feeling a sense of trust in Mingyu's guidance. As he leans in once again, you let yourself relax, allowing the moment to unfold naturally. With Mingyu's gentle encouragement, you close your eyes and meet his lips, letting go of your worries and simply enjoying the sweetness of the kiss.

As his tongue gently brushes against your lips, seeking entrance, you feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. You part your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss, and you follow his lead as his tongue takes dominance, exploring the intimate space between your mouths. You tried to reciprocate but found yourself unable to match his intensity. With a mix of frustration and disappointment,

With a gentle push, you break away, catching your breath as you look into his eyes. "Mingyu," you say, a hint of frustration in your voice, "That's not fair. You're way too good at this."

He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sorry," he says, his tone teasing, "I couldn't help myself. But hey, practice makes perfect, right?"

"Don't you worry," he says with a playful grin, "I'll teach you slowly, so you can keep up."

His words ease your nerves, and you find yourself smiling back at him, grateful for his patience and encouragement. "Okay," you reply, determination shining in your eyes, "I'm ready to learn."

And as he leans in once again, you welcome his guidance, eager to improve and deepen the connection between you. Your lips clash again feeling a surge of determination, you seize the opportunity to take the lead. With a mischievous grin, you gently nip at Mingyu's lower lip, feeling the softness yield under your teeth. Mingyu's lips curve into a playful smile against yours, and you can sense the amusement in his voice as he speaks.

"You're really eager to learn," he says, his tone tinged with a hint of cunning.

His teasing tone only fueled your determination as you took his comment as a challenge. With a newfound sense of confidence, you slid your tongue into his mouth, matching his earlier intensity with a hint of your own.

Lost in the intoxicating embrace, time seems to slip away, hours melting into moments as you and Mingyu lose yourselves in each other's passion. Your lips meet again and again, each kiss igniting a fire that burns brighter with every touch.

As you pull away for a brief moment, you realize that your mouth is filled with Mingyu's saliva, a testament to the intensity of your connection. Yet, instead of feeling repulsed, you find yourself craving more, your desire for him growing with each passing second.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with longing. "I can't get enough of you."

A rush of heat floods your cheeks at his words, but you can't help but feel a surge of confidence and arousal at his blatant admiration. With a coy smile, you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, "Then don't stop."

With a shared understanding, you both lean in once again, hungry for more of each other's touch, more of each other's taste. In this intimate embrace, time stands still, and all that exists is the electric connection between you and him.

As Mingyu's lips leave yours, a trail of soft kisses begins to descend down your neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. His gentle sucking leaves behind a trail of fiery marks, his passion evident in each lingering hickey.

A low moan escapes your lips, his name falling from them like a whispered prayer. Mingyu's movements slow, his breath hot against your skin as he pauses to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire.

"You like that?" he murmurs, his voice husky with need.

You nod, unable to form words as waves of pleasure wash over you. Mingyu's touch ignites a fire deep within you, his every caress driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"More," you plead, your voice a soft whisper, craving his touch like a drug.

With a wicked grin, he leans in once again, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss, promising to fulfill your every desire as the night stretches on in a symphony of passion and longing.

As the heat of the moment intensifies, your hands eagerly roam beneath Mingyu's shirt, tracing the contours of his body with a hunger that matches your own. But just as things begin to escalate, a sudden knock at the door startles both of you, causing you to jump apart, hearts racing with adrenaline, you exchanged a quick glance before rushing to answer the door.

As you swung the door open, your eyes widened in surprise to see Wonwoo standing on the other side. His expression was a mix of amusement and curiosity as he took in the disheveled appearance of you and Mingyu.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," Wonwoo said with a chuckle, "but I was wondering if you guys wanted to join us for dinner tonight?"

You exchanged a sheepish glance with Mingyu, realizing how caught up you had been in the moment. With a nervous laugh, you apologized to Wonwoo for the delay, explaining that you had lost track of time.

Wonwoo's smile widened as he teased, "Looks like you two were having quite the evening." He winked playfully before adding, "But no worries, take your time to freshen up. We'll wait for you downstairs."

As Wonwoo turns to head downstairs, Mingyu's hand shoots out, gently but firmly stopping him in his tracks. With a mischievous grin, Mingyu gestures for Wonwoo to come back inside, leaving you momentarily shocked by his unexpected move.

"Wonwoo," Mingyu says, his tone playful yet determined, "why don't you join us for a bit? We were just about to start something, weren't we?"

You shoot Mingyu a surprised glance, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with uncertainty at the prospect of including Wonwoo in your plans. But Mingyu's confident demeanor and inviting smile reassure you, and you find yourself nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, come on in, Won," you say, trying to mask your surprise with a casual tone. "The more, the merrier, right?"

With a chuckle, Wonwoo follows Mingyu back into the room, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected turn of events.

Wonwoo's curious gaze flickers between you and Mingyu, his brow furrowing slightly as he picks up on the subtle signs of breathlessness and flushed cheeks.

"So, what's been going on?" Wonwoo asks, his tone laced with playful curiosity. "You two look like you've been up to something."

Your frustration bubbles to the surface, caught off guard by Wonwoo's direct question. You stumble over your words, searching for an explanation that won't reveal too much.

"We... uh, we were just... exercising," you stammer, your cheeks flushing even deeper as you realize how unconvincing the excuse sounds.

Mingyu, however, can't contain his amusement, his grin widening to reveal his fangs as he tries to suppress his laughter.

"Exercising, huh?" Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, whatever you two were doing, it looks like you got quite the workout."

You shoot Mingyu a playful glare, silently pleading for him to help smooth over the awkwardness of the situation. But Mingyu just chuckles, thoroughly enjoying your discomfort as he leans back, his grin widening even further.

Feeling frustrated and flustered by the situation, you lie back on your bed, trying to gather your thoughts as you process the playful teasing from Wonwoo. To your surprise, Wonwoo sits down beside you, his smirk indicating that he's up to something.

You shoot a questioning glance at Mingyu, who returns your look with a wide grin, clearly enjoying the unfolding dynamic between the three of you.

As Wonwoo's hand casually grazes your thigh, you tense up, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. Sensing your discomfort, you start to sit up, shooting another glance at Mingyu for some kind of explanation.

But instead of intervening, Mingyu's smile only widens, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he watches the interaction between you and Wonwoo.

Feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, you try to navigate the situation, unsure of where this unexpected turn of events will lead. As Wonwoo's teasing continues, you can't help but wonder what Mingyu's endgame might be, and whether this playful banter will lead to something more.

As Wonwoo tightens his grip on your thighs, pulling you back from your thoughts, you blink, momentarily startled by the sudden jolt back to reality. Your cheeks flush as you realize that you were lost in a rather lewd fantasy involving the three of you.

Caught off guard by Mingyu's question, you swallow nervously, unsure whether to share your thoughts. But the darkening lust in his eyes encourages you to speak up.

"I... uh, I was just... imagining..." you trail off, feeling your cheeks grow even hotter under Mingyu's intense gaze.

Mingyu's grin widens as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Go on, don't be shy. We're all friends here."

Before you can respond, Wonwoo chimes in, his tone mocking yet playful. "Let me guess, you were picturing us doing some pretty naughty things, weren't you?"

Your cheeks flame with embarrassment as Wonwoo's words hit a little too close to home. But before you can protest, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck as he continues to tease.

"You're such a slutty little thing, aren't you?" Wonwoo murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "Imagining all sorts of dirty fantasies with the three of us."

You squirm under Wonwoo's teasing, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment at being called out so bluntly. But as Mingyu moves closer, his eyes smoldering with desire, you find yourself unable to resist the magnetic pull of their combined allure, eager to explore the depths of passion with both of them by your side.

Feeling the weight of their expectant gazes, you muster up the courage to admit to your lewd thoughts, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Okay, fine," you concede, unable to meet their eyes directly. "I was... imagining some pretty naughty stuff with both of you."

As your confession hangs in the air, you sense their excitement, their grins widening with anticipation. Before you can dwell on your embarrassment any longer, you lean in and press your lips to Wonwoo's, seeking solace in the familiar intimacy.

Mingyu's laughter rings out as you kiss Wonwoo, his teasing voice cutting through the moment. "There you go! Put what you learned into practice!"

Wonwoo chuckles against your lips, his arms wrapping around you in a tender embrace. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice soft with affection. "Just go with the flow."

With Mingyu's encouragement echoing in your ears, you deepen the kiss, letting go of your inhibitions as you lose yourself in the passion of the moment.

As Wonwoo's passion intensified, he eagerly bit your lips, igniting a surge of desire that coursed through your body. With a gasp of pleasure, you parted your lips, granting him access to your mouth as you surrendered to the fiery embrace of the moment.

His teeth grazing your skin sent shivers down your spine, the sensation electrifying as you lost yourself in the heady rush of desire. Mingyu's laughter in the background faded into the background as you became consumed by the intensity of the kiss, your senses overwhelmed by the raw passion that pulsed between you and Wonwoo.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating dance of lips and teeth, tongues and breaths mingling in a symphony of desire. With each bite and each caress, you felt yourself falling deeper into the abyss of pleasure, lost in the irresistible pull of lust and longing.

As the world spun around you in a dizzying whirlwind of sensation, you surrendered to the rapture of the moment, knowing that you were being swept away on a tidal wave of passion that would carry you to the heights of ecstasy.

As Wonwoo pulled away, leaving you momentarily breathless and wanting, Mingyu wasted no time in stepping forward to take his place. With a hungry intensity, he captured your lips in a kiss that was both wet and rough, his desire evident in every movement.

The contrast between Wonwoo's passion and Mingyu's fervor left you reeling, your senses overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. Mingyu's kiss was demanding, his lips moving with a primal urgency that set your heart racing.

"Mingyu," you gasp between kisses, your voice barely a whisper amidst the passion. "So... intense."

He only responds with a low growl, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he deepens the kiss, his hunger matching yours with every touch.

As Mingyu's passion-filled kisses consume you, you feel a tug at your pajamas, and suddenly, Wonwoo's hands are deftly removing them, leaving you exposed and vulnerable beneath his touch.

"Wait, Woo," you manage to murmur between heated kisses with Mingyu, your voice barely audible amidst the fervor.

But Wonwoo doesn't respond with words. Instead, he trails soft kisses along your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he explores every inch of your exposed flesh.

"Mmm," Mingyu murmurs against your lips, his tongue still entwined with yours. "Don't worry, just let go."

You can only gasp in response, the overwhelming sensations rendering you speechless as Mingyu's kisses grow more fervent and Wonwoo's touch becomes more demanding.

Lost in a haze of desire, you surrender yourself to the passion that consumes you,

Amidst the whirlwind of desire and passion, Wonwoo's question cuts through the haze, his voice dripping with mock teasing.

"You want this, don't you?" he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing soft kisses along your legs, inching higher and higher until they reach your thighs.

Your breath catches in your throat as you nod, unable to form coherent words amidst the intoxicating sensations that engulf you.

Meanwhile, Mingyu pulls you away from his kiss, his hands moving with purpose as he removes your shirt, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze.

"You're such a slut for us," Mingyu adds, his voice laced with desire as he admires your figure, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that sends shivers down your spine.

Left with only your underwear, you feel exposed and vulnerable yet undeniably aroused as the two boys continue to admire you, their hungry gazes stoking the fire of desire that burns between you.

Feeling a mix of frustration and arousal, you pout, unable to suppress the question that's been nagging at the back of your mind.

"Why am I the only one undressed?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of playful protest.

The two boys exchange amused glances, their grins widening as they seem to find your pouting adorable. But instead of offering an explanation, they simply laugh, their amusement only fueling your curiosity further.

With mischievous grins, they lean in closer, their eyes twinkling with mischief as they make a bold request.

"Alright then, if you're feeling left out," Mingyu says, his voice laced with excitement. "Why don't you use your mouth to remove our shirts?"

Feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the playful challenge they presented. With a coy smile, you accepted their invitation, allowing yourself to be swept up in the intoxicating thrill of the moment.

With slow, deliberate movements, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against Mingyu's chest, trailing kisses along his skin as you worked to remove his shirt with your teeth. The sensation of his warm flesh against your lips sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you, heightening the excitement of the moment.

Once Mingyu's shirt was removed, you turned your attention to Wonwoo, repeating the process with eager enthusiasm. His laughter filled the room as you teased and tantalized him with your lips, each kiss bringing you closer to the goal of removing his shirt.

As the fabric finally gave way and his shirt fell away, you looked up to see the satisfaction and desire reflected in their eyes. You looked at there eyes as you ask what's next, eager anticipation coursing through your veins, Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a glance filled with unspoken desire, their eyes smoldering with lust.

"We have plenty of ideas," Wonwoo murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine.

Mingyu then pats his sweatpants with a knowing smirk, drawing your gaze downwards. With a mixture of amusement and arousal, you follow his gesture and your eyes widen as you notice the unmistakable erection straining against the fabric.

You can't help but chuckle at the sight, feeling a rush of excitement as you realize just how much they desire you.

"Looks like you're both pretty excited," you tease, your voice laced with playful anticipation. Feeling the intensity of the moment reaching new heights, you made a bold decision to remove your underwear, leaving yourself completely naked before Mingyu and Wonwoo.

Mingyu's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you have no idea," he says, his tone suggestive.

Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you lower yourself to eye level with Mingyu's bulge. His words echo in your mind as you realize the intimacy of the task at hand.

"It's like kissing," Mingyu says, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

With trembling hands, you reach out, your fingertips brushing against the fabric of his sweatpants. Your pulse quickens as you slowly remove his pants, revealing the tantalizing outline of his arousal beneath.

Mingyu's breath catches in his throat as you remove his pants and underwear, his desire laid bare before you. With a mixture of anticipation and excitement, you position yourself before him, ready to fulfill his demand.

Mingyu positions himself in front of your lips, his gaze locked with yours, silently urging you to take the next step. With a deep breath, you lean forward, your lips parting as you press a tentative kiss against his tip.

The sensation is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you as Mingyu gasps softly, his fingers tangling in your hair. Encouraged by his reaction, you continue to explore, your lips tracing along his length with growing confidence.

As Mingyu's demand sends a thrill coursing through you, you comply eagerly, adjusting your position to accommodate his request. With a slow, deliberate motion, you tentatively extend your tongue, tracing along his length as you continue to suck him.

Mingyu's breath hitches at the sensation, his hands gripping the sheets tighter as pleasure courses through him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Use your tongue, princess."

Feeling a rush of arousal flood through you at his words, you comply, swirling your tongue around him, exploring every inch of his throbbing arousal with a hunger that matches his own.

As you focus on Mingyu, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of your shared passion, you're suddenly aware of Wonwoo's presence. Turning your head slightly, you see him kneeling beside you, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down your spine as he explores your folds with a gentle, yet insistent touch.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation, pleasure radiating through you as Mingyu's arousal pulses against your tongue.

As Mingyu hisses that he's close, his hips move with urgency, driving his cock deeper into your mouth. You can feel his arousal throbbing against your tongue, the heat of his desire pulsing through every inch of you.

"Swallow it all, angel," Mingyu demands, his voice strained with pleasure as he thrusts into your mouth. "I want you to taste me."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as Mingyu's movements become more forceful, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Despite the overwhelming intensity of the moment, you continue to obey, determined to fulfill his every desire.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo's tongue slips inside you, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"God, you're so wet," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "Just giving head and you're dripping like this."

The combination of Mingyu's thrusts and Wonwoo's teasing pushes you closer to the edge, pleasure and desire mingling into a heady mix that leaves you trembling with need.

As Mingyu delivers one final thrust, his release floods your mouth with his warm, salty essence. You swallow every drop eagerly, not wanting to waste a single taste of his intoxicating pleasure.

Mingyu's praise washes over you, his words fueling the fire of desire that burns within you. "Good slut," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a good girl for me." his voice filled with satisfaction as he pulls his cock from your mouth, leaving you feeling simultaneously empty and fulfilled.

But before you can dwell on the sensation, a sudden wave of pleasure crashes over you, your orgasm hitting with a force that steals your breath away. You cling to Mingyu's thigh for support, your body trembling with ecstasy as Wonwoo's fingers and tongue continue to drive you towards new heights of pleasure.

As you catch your breath, Mingyu's strong arms encircled your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, you felt a surge of anticipation coursing through you. The warmth of his body beneath you sent a shiver of excitement down your spine, your senses heightened by the intimacy of the moment.

"Are you ready to take my cock?" Mingyu asks, his voice husky with desire as he waits for your response.

Your heart races at his words, and you nod eagerly, a sense of anticipation building within you as you prepare yourself for what's to come.

Meanwhile, you watch as Wonwoo licks his fingers clean of your essence, his other hand busy undoing his pants. His gaze is filled with hunger as he watches the exchange between you and Mingyu, his desire mirroring your own.

With a wicked grin, Wonwoo adds his own dirty dialogue to the mix, his voice dripping with lust as he speaks.

"Can't wait to see you take all of him," Wonwoo murmurs, his words sending a jolt of excitement through you. "And I'll be right here to make sure you're properly taken care of."

Feeling Mingyu's dominant presence looming over you, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come. His hand rests firmly on your waist as he instructs you to guide his cock into your waiting heat.

"Put it inside yourself," he commands, his voice dripping with authority as he watches you with a hungry gaze.

You meet his gaze with determination, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through you at his dominant tone. With trembling hands, you position his cock at your entrance, feeling the heat of his arousal pressing against your sensitive flesh.

As you struggle to accommodate his size, Mingyu's hand hovers over your head, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. With each slow, deliberate movement, you feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort washing over you.

But Mingyu's gaze never wavers, his dominance fueling your own desire as you continue to lower yourself onto him, inch by agonizing inch.

A low moan escapes your lips as he enters you, your walls clenching around him instinctively. You can feel his cock twitch inside you at the sensation, a silent testament to his own arousal.

"Mmm, that's it," Mingyu murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he savors the feeling of being buried deep within you. "Take all of me, princess."

With each inch that disappears inside you, you feel yourself becoming more and more consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by him.

Feeling Mingyu's increasing roughness, you instinctively seek solace in his lips, hunger driving you to press your mouth hungrily against his. His lips meet yours with a fervor that matches your own, the heat of his desire igniting a fire within you.

Mingyu responds eagerly, his tongue tangling with yours in a wild dance of passion and need. Each kiss is a desperate plea for more, a silent declaration of the overwhelming desire that consumes you both.

As you turn around, you're met with the sight of Wonwoo, his finger slick with saliva as he prepares to enter you. A surge of anticipation courses through you as you realize what's about to happen, your body quivering with excitement.

"Ready for more, angel?" Wonwoo asks, his voice husky with desire as he gazes at you with hungry eyes.

You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps as you brace yourself for the sensation of his finger sliding inside you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he begins to push past the tight ring of muscle, each inch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You moan with pleasure, the sensation of being filled from both ends driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Mingyu watches with rapt attention as Wonwoo prepares you, his desire evident in the way his eyes darken with lust.

With each thrust of Wonwoo's finger, you feel yourself becoming more and more consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by him.

As Wonwoo removes his fingers from your ass, you feel a sense of emptiness that's quickly replaced by anticipation as he positions himself behind you. You watch with baited breath as he spits into his hand, using the slickness as makeshift lubrication for his cock.

Mingyu's words of encouragement and praise only serve to heighten the intensity of the moment, his voice thick with desire as he watches you eagerly take both him and Wonwoo.

"You're so dirty, princess," Mingyu murmurs, his tone filled with admiration and desire. "Taking two cocks at once like the little slut you are."

His words send a thrill of excitement through you, fueling your desire as you surrender yourself completely to the pleasure of being filled by both Mingyu and Wonwoo.

With a sharp intake of breath, you feel Wonwoo's cock pressing against your entrance, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. As he begins to push inside, you moan with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, your body eagerly welcoming him.

The feeling of being stretched and filled from both ends is overwhelming, driving you to new heights of ecstasy with each thrust. Mingyu's relentless pace only adds to the intensity, his desire evident in the way he moves against you.

As Wonwoo's hand connects with your ass in a sharp slap, a mixture of pleasure and pain shoots through you, intensifying the sensations coursing through your body. You can't help but cry out, the sting of his touch only adding to the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment.

"You're such a whore for us," Wonwoo growls, his voice filled with possessive desire as he asserts his dominance over you.

The words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, driving you to new heights of pleasure as you eagerly surrender yourself to their desires.

"Yes," you gasp, your voice filled with need as you eagerly respond to Wonwoo's declaration. "I'm your whore."

Mingyu's thrusts become more urgent, more insistent, as he moves against you with a hunger that matches your own. Mingyu moves closer, his lips finding your breast as he sucks and nibbles, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"Yes," you moan, your voice filled with desire as you give yourself over completely to the pleasure of being taken by both Mingyu and Wonwoo. "More, please."

As Mingyu and Wonwoo approach the edge, their desire reaches a fever pitch, their movements growing more urgent and desperate with each passing moment.

"We're gonna cum inside you, angel," Mingyu groans, his voice thick with lust as he presses himself deeper into you.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his own arousal evident in the way his breath hitches with each thrust. "You want us to fill you up, don't you?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

You can only nod eagerly, your own need driving you to the brink of ecstasy. "Yes," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "Fill me up with your cum."

The words hang in the air, a silent plea for release as Mingyu and Wonwoo give themselves over completely to the pleasure of the moment. With each thrust, they drive themselves closer and closer to the edge, their need for release building with every delicious slide of their cocks inside you.

And then, with a sharp cry of pleasure, they reach their climax, their hot, sticky release flooding into you as they empty themselves completely. You cry out in ecstasy, your own pleasure mingling with theirs as you surrender yourself to the overwhelming sensation of being filled by them in body and soul.

As Mingyu and Wonwoo withdraw from you, their cocks slick with the evidence of your shared passion, they gently lower you onto the bed, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your legs are spread wide.

Your body tingles with the lingering pleasure of their touch, and you can feel the warm trails of cum leaking from your filled holes.

With gentle yet firm movements, they begin to push their fingers into your dripping folds, collecting the pooled cum and pushing it back inside you. Each touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation.

"Not a drop wasted," Wonwoo murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction as he works to ensure that every last bit of their release is returned to you.

Mingyu nods in agreement, his own fingers joining Wonwoo's in the intimate task. "That's it," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Make sure it stays where it belongs."

Feeling their fingers pushing the white fluid deeper inside you, you couldn't resist the urge to rock your hips in response, seeking to maximize the sensation of their touch. With each movement, you felt the cum spreading within you, filling every part of your being with a delicious warmth.

The rhythm of your hips matched the rhythm of their fingers, creating a symphony of pleasure that enveloped you completely. Mingyu's and Wonwoo's hands worked in tandem, their touch both gentle and insistent as they ensured that every drop of cum was pushed deep inside your holes.

Amidst the lingering haze of pleasure, you hear Mingyu and Wonwoo's laughter, their voices filled with amusement as they admire the lewd sight before them.

"You look so slutty right now," Mingyu chuckles, his tone teasing yet affectionate.

You can't help but agree, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you bask in the afterglow of your shared passion. "I must look incredibly lewd," you admit, your voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and contentment.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his laughter mingling with Mingyu's as they continue to admire you. "But it suits you," he adds, his voice warm with affection. "You're absolutely beautiful."

With satisfied smiles, Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a glance, silently acknowledging the intimacy they've shared with you. As they turn their attention back to you, they hold out their fingers, still slick with remnants of your shared passion.

"Clean us up, princess," Mingyu says, his voice low and husky with desire as he offers you his fingers.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and longing. "We want every last drop," he adds, his voice thick with desire.

You don't hesitate, eagerly accepting their offer as you lean forward to take their fingers into your mouth. The taste of your combined arousal fills your senses, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through you as you eagerly lick and suck them clean.

Mingyu and Wonwoo watch you with hungry eyes, their breath catching in their throats as they witness your eagerness to please them. With each lick and suck, you can feel their desire reigniting, the heat of their arousal palpable in the air around you. As you finish cleaning them up, you meet their gaze with a satisfied smile.

After the intense intimacy you've shared, Mingyu and Wonwoo gently check in on you, their concern evident in the way they tenderly caress your skin and brush your hair away from your face.

"Are you feeling okay, angel?" Mingyu asks, his voice filled with genuine concern as he gazes at you with affection.

Wonwoo nods in agreement, his eyes soft with tenderness as he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "We didn't push you too far, did we?" he murmurs, his voice laced with concern.

You smile softly, feeling the warmth of their love and care surrounding you like a comforting embrace. "I'm okay," you assure them, your voice filled with gratitude. "More than okay, actually."

Wonwoo's playful remark earns a chuckle from both you and Mingyu, as you bask in the warm afterglow of your shared experience.

"I have to thank you, Mingyu," Wonwoo says, a grin playing on his lips. "This was quite the invitation."

Mingyu returns the smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I figured you could use a little excitement in your life," he teases.

Wonwoo laughs, then turns to you with a twinkle in his eye. "So, is this going to be a regular thing now? Because, let's face it, our princess here will never be satisfied with just one dick."

You playfully smack both of their shoulders, a smirk on your face. "You two are going to be the reason I can't walk for days," you joke, your voice filled with mock indignation.

But Mingyu and Wonwoo just smile at you, their affection evident in the way they press kisses to your cheeks. "Once you're good and ready, we'll definitely be up for another round," Mingyu says, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

You can't help but be flabbergasted by their stamina, amazed by their ability to keep going even after such an intense session. "You two are unbelievable," you exclaim, shaking your head in disbelief. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

The exchange of wide grins between Mingyu and Wonwoo doesn't go unnoticed by you. Their knowing looks and shared excitement are contagious, and you can feel your own anticipation building.

"You're really up for another round?" Mingyu asks, a hint of excitement in his voice as he looks at you expectantly.

Wonwoo nods eagerly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "We'll make sure to take good care of you," he promises, his tone filled with reassurance.

You assert your playful demand with a grin, adding a hint of challenge to your voice. "You two better be ready," you tease, looking from Mingyu to Wonwoo with a twinkle in your eye. "Because after this, I'm going to need some serious pampering. I won't be able to walk for days."

Mingyu and Wonwoo share a knowing glance, their expressions filled with playful determination. "Consider it done," Mingyu says, his voice brimming with confidence.

With a shared sense of excitement and anticipation, you snuggle up between them, ready to embark on another round of passionate exploration. As you surrender yourself to the pleasure of their touch, you know that this is just the beginning of many more unforgettable moments to come.

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I don't trust the world with you

I wrote this on my phone while I was at work so there's probably a ton of errors. It's not a particularly original piece, my take on deep cover Danny working for Red Hood and offering Jason the chance to take out his rage on Danny.

Viewer advisory: Mentions of sex but no descriptions, descriptions of violence.

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Red Hood was furious, he was furious and there was fuck all he could do about it! He had been on a hunt when the piece of shit had decided he'd rather take his own life them give Jason the pleasure, leaving the pit madness swirling in his guts with no release. He wanted Blood, he wanted screams, he hated it and he had no other prospects. And no matter how much of a villain he was he wasn't going to take this out on anyone who didn't deserve it, including or especially the people who worked for him.

Best he could do right now was lock himself in his office and pace, snarling furiously and making aborted little motions with his hands as he held himself back from breaking anything.

"Wow boss, you're really pissed aren't you?" A familiar voice said conversationally. Before Red Hood processed he had drawn his gun and had it leveled at Fox, who did not flinch, grinning at him with his unusually sharp teeth.

Fox had worked for Red Hood for longer then just about anyone, Hood had picked him up half on a whim. With his green-blue eyes and his hair, black on top and white underneath it was like looking in a mirror, a younger version of himself. Fox was good, strong for his size and resourceful, with his filed teeth and odd demeanor he must have had a History but he never spoke about it.

"Fox! How did you get in here?! Get out," Jason demanded in a snarl.

Fox didn't move for a moment, then he stepped forward, his eyes calm and resolute and a small.smile still on his face. "It's okay. There's more to do and you're useless like this. You need to hit something? Hurt something, hit me." He said calmly and Hood balked.

"No! You've seen me-"

Fox had seen Hood at his worst, he knew how violent Hood could be, how could he offer-? But then Fox darted forward and grabbed q knife from Hoods belt. Hood tensed, ready to defend himself but then Fox turned towards Jason's desk, slammed his hand down on the wood and then stabbed the blade through his own hand.

Jason gave a startled yelp but Fox didn't make a sound, his teeth gritted as he pulled the knife out. He turned back towards Hood, holding out his bleeding hand only for it to heal in moment under Jason's shocked gaze. Fox smiled at him and offered the knife, handle first, back to Hood who took it on autopilot.

"No matter what you do to me I'll heal, and it won't be the worst pain I've been through. So, Boss," he said hopping up on the desk and sitting there staring at Jason daringly. "Hurt me."

It was a mad impulse that had Jason driving the knife down into Fox's leg. Fox arched and let out a pained little whine that soothed the beast in Jason even as he froze with shock and regret. He pulled out the knife, leaving Fox breathing heavily. When Hood tried to pull back Fox grabbed the collar of his jacket and yanked him back.

"I know you're not done, that's not enough for you. Keep going." He nearly snarled, his eyes more green then usual.

He wasn't wrong but Jason didn't want to hurt him, but being handed handled like that triggered Jason's fight reflex again. He cut Fox's arm making him yelp, but not let go. Jason pressed the knife into Fox's shoulder until he let go.

The smell of blood was filling his nose and his vision was tinged green around the edges. Fox collapsed back against the desk and Jason cut the young man's stomach with barely enough presence of mind to not go to deep. Each cut drew small sounds of pain from Fox but none loud enough to be heard from outside Jason’s office and all healed in moments leaving only a bit of blood on Fox's clothes and Jason's knife.

Finally the green retreated from Jason's vision and Fox was no longer just flesh capable of feeling and bleeding and became his loyal employee again. Sprawled on the desk, clothes and hair mussed, eyes half lidded and breathing heavily. He looked beautiful, and under different circumstances it would have been so... erotic, but now Jason just felt like a complete monster.

"Fox, I'm so sorry," Hood practically groaned, offering Fox his hand. Fox took it but didn't get up yet. "I'm so sorry, I should have,"

"No," Fox murmured giving Hood a small reassuring smile. "I told you to. You feel better don't you?"

Jason froze, because yes he did. "Is there anything I can do to... help?"

"Kiss it better," Fox said with a crooked little smile, he seemed almost high. Jason choked and Fox laughed. "No, just stay, hold me if you don't mind. I'll be fine in a minute."

Jason nodded and pulled Fox into his arms, holding him, hesitating for a moment before combing his fingers through Fox's hair. They were quiet as Fox's breath evened out again.

"I didn't know you were a meta," Jason murmured and Fox twitched, tensing for q moment and then relaxing again.

"I was trafficked when I was pretty young, I've kept it on the down low as much as I can since then. I don't want anyone to know, but I trust you Boss," Fox said giving him a little smile. Oh man that sweet trust made his heart flutter in a way he really Shouldn't be feeling for a man he's just basically tortured.

"I won't tell anyone, and I won't take advantage of it." Jason promised softly, Fox was a good worker and Jason wasn't going to lose him.

"Alright," Fox said, giving him another smile and pushing himself back. "But if this happens again and you need to hurt someone, call me okay? I make a good punching bag," he said with a bitter little curl to his lips.

"I'm... really not sure I want to do that," Jason said worriedly and Fox shrugged.

"Alright then I'll just break in here again next time. Now get back to work Boss," he joked as he walked over to the door and unlocked it to leave.

"Wait if it was still locked how did you get in here?!" Hood demanded suddenly.

"Byeee," Fox cackled as he dashed out the door leaving Jason confused, but not as upset as he would have been had it been anyone else who'd managed that. Fox could probably be trusted with keys at this point, even if he apparently didn't need them.

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Jason managed to control himself properly for another month but then things went wrong again. Not another misplaced hunt but a confrontation with Bruce about how Everyone deserves to live and other bullshit! It had him furious with no easy outlet and pacing in his office again. He has passed Fox on his way here, hesitated, then continued. He would Not ask.

He didn't need to, it was less then ten minutes before he turned again and Fox was there. He was sympathetic and worried, last time he'd been there for the last time, this time he didn't know why Red Hood was angry, though that didn't stop him from approaching, he kept his posture low, submissive but unafraid and for some reason Jason completely Hated it.

He grabbed Fox by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall forcing his breath out in a wheeze. Fox covered Hoods closed hands with his own, staring back at him with a serious expression.

"Stop this! You're worth more then being a punching bag, I don't care if you've been through worse it doesn't make it okay for me to hurt you," he snarled in Fox's face practically lifting him off the ground.

"That's sweet, Boss," Fox wheezed, unable to breath properly with Jason bearing down on him. "But you need this, and I'm not leaving till your calm. If you think you can calm down by talking about your feelings we can go with that," he said with a sharp and crooked smile. He knew Hood well enough to know that wasn't enough.

"You self sacrificing piece of shit," Jason nearly yelled, pulling Fox forward and slamming him against the wall again before punching Fox in the face. Fox let him, barely flinched away and didn't fight back as Jason hit him. Bruises bloomed and faded on Fox's skin almost instantly and the stupid man didn't even shield his face. His nose crunched and his head snapped back against the wall, he let out a slight gurgle, the blood on gloves and Jason recoiled in shock at his own actions.

He let go and Fox slid down the wall till he was sitting, he set his nose with a grimace and shook his head. He held up his hand and coughed up a bit of blood that must have flown down the back of his throat. "You done Boss?" He asked with another soft cough.

One lost flare of anger shot through Jason and he kicked Fox in the side making him yelp and fall back against the wall again. "Okay, now I'm done," Jason sighed, slumping back against the wall and sliding down to sit next to Fox who was looking at him a little warily now, even as he leaned closer. Jason sighed and lifted his arm, hating himself and loving it as Fox brightened and ducked under his arm, leaning against his chest.

"What upset you?" Fox asked softly.

Jason twitched he knew Fox meant well so, after a moment, he answered. "It's a long story, but the short version is family bullshit. Something really bad happened to me a few years ago, and my dad just... let it happen, didn't avenge me, nothing. He's still dragging his feet and acting like I'm a villain for wanting some justice," he sighed, moving like he was going to run a hand through his hair only to remember he was still wearing his helmet.

"I get that, it's part of the reason I never went back to my family after everything that had happened to me," Fox agreed softly.

"You know I go after traffickers all the time. If the people who hurt you are still out there..." he trailed off, the suggestion hanging in the air.

"Trust me," Fox said with a humorless laugh, "that's not something you can help me with."

"If you can trust me with it, I'd like to help you," Jason said, brushing Fox's bangs out of his face.

"I trust you with everything Hood, but I don't trust the world at all, not with me, or with you really. But... my real name is Danny, I left it behind a long time ago, but that's my name." Fox, no Danny, said softly. Proof of his trust.

"Thanks Danny, just between us huh?" Jason agreed, wishing he could trust Danny with his name in turn, but he wasn’t rest to.

"It feels good to be called that again," Danny murmured nuzzling into Jason's armored chest as if there was no where else he'd rather be.

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Danny just kept coming back, and Jason shouldn't have been shocked when the fifth time ended in them fucking. It was a much more pleasant way to work out Jason's anger and after that he was much more willing to call Danny for help. Even to meet Jason at one of his safe houses, this time wearing a domino mask instead of his full helmet.

When Danny arrived at the safe house he immediately kicked off his shoes and darted into Jason's arms, looking up at him with wide eyes. "We match," he said with a grin, tugging on the little lock of white hair in Jason's bangs. Jason laughed and nodded, tugging Danny towards the bedroom.

"Yep, it was one of the first things I noticed about you. It made me wonder if..." he trailed off.

"If," Danny prompted softly.

"Easier to talk about after, once I'm calm," Jason said, shoving Danny down on the bed. Thankfully Danny liked it rough, or it probably wouldn’t have worked.

A couple hours later they lay in bed together, Danny absently tracing a few of the scars on Jason’s chest. Danny still had his shirt on and Jason hadn't argued, if Jason was keeping his mask on Danny could keep his shirt on. "So, it made you wonder if...?" Danny prompted and Jason winced, he sort of hoped Danny would forget.

"It made me wonder if you died too," Jason said softly and nearly jumped at the way Danny flinched and then gave a nearly full body shudder. He sat up and stared down at Jason with wide eyes.

"I did," Danny said softly and Jason froze.

"What?" He croaked softly.

"I did, I died when I was 14. I was electrocuted," he pulled up one sleeve of his shirt to show the branching scar.

"I was 15, got murdered," Jason said, feeling a familiar burning pain, he wondered if Danny felt it to.

Danny shuddered and lay down against Jason's chest again. "I thought you might be like me too, I felt it when we first met, but the way you act and... some other stuff, I sort of talked myself out of it." Danny said and Jason nodded.

They were quiet for a long time, but there was tension in Danny's back that said he wasn't done. "It wasn't actually traffickers that hurt me," Danny said softly. "It was the government. A branch called the Ghost Investigation Ward, a exception was carved out of the meta protection act for people like me, like us. The government wanted to find out how I came back, how powerful I was, everything. They did a lot of awful shit.

"I destroyed that base when I escaped but I know there could have been more so I ran. Changed my name with every new town and never stayed anywhere more then a few months, until I met you." He looked up at Jason with such utter trust and adoration Jason's breath caught in his throat.

"You made me feel safe, and wanted. I always wanted to help people and you gave me a way I could and still be safe, and keep you safe in case you were like me. I don't have much of a life, still hiding like this, but I have more of one then I thought I would and Red Hood, you know I'd do anything for you right?"

"You've proved that many times over," Jason murmured caressing Danny's jaw. "And it's Jason, my name is Jason."

"Jason," Danny murmured reverently.

"So, how does dismantling a government organization as a first proper date," Jason asked and Danny laughed. It wasn’t bitter, or dry, it was a true, loud, joyful laugh and it was the most beautiful thing Jason has ever heard.

Part 2

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Winter's King 20

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

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The crackling of the fire grows clearer as the tides of sleep swirl and still. Your eyelids part to the flicker of the hearth, a figured limned in the rustic haze, looming over you, lifting you, moving you with ease. You stir and fidget, pressing a hand to the firm wall against your arm. The woolly tunic scratches against your palm as you feel the pulsing of a heartbeat beneath.

You look up at the square jaw of your accoster. King Geralt lays you on the mattress, your disposed clothes cleared away from the corner. He's gentle as he sets your head on the pillow, caressing your cheek and your hip as he draws away. He stands, looking down on you as his fingers curl and extend, a hot breath rushing from his nostrils.

You watch him as the the world sharpens around you and a flow rolls over you like cold water. You push yourself up on your elbows as the king's eyes rove your figure beneath the thin shift. He sways and brushes his hand over his chest, letting out a deep rumble.

You want to say something. Anything. Just a word to break the fragile tension between you. You can't get a single noise out. He stares down at you with his gold eyes, like coins shining, forged in flame.

He sits on the edge of the bed, snug to you as he rests his hand on the other side of you, tenting his arm over you. His other crawls along your shoulder and down to your wrist, walking back up again. His fingertips spread goose prickles along your flesh as you lay frozen in his fiery exploration.

The haze of the fireplace, the gleam of his eyes, and the dregs of your drowsiness make you doubt the realness of it all. Are you dreaming still? Everything is so much more than it should be. His heat, his touch, the way you can feel his need radiating from him.

You fall flat, staring at him, entranced by him. He brings his calloused palm to cradle your face. You gasp and latch onto his wrist.He lets his fingers flutter away and turns his arm, looking down at your grasp on him, cautious but firm. You see how his cheek strains and he sits up, grazing his other hand over yours.

He covers your hand with both of his and draws it up. He unveils it like some precious treasure and kisses each knuckle. You shake as each brush of his lips tingles through you. He pulls back and keeps hold of you, lowering your hand between you.

"You fear me," he says, "you fear what I want from you." His voice is low and sonorous, "I want nothing from you. I only want you, my summer maid." He inhales deeply and lets it out with a quaver as you feel the tremor in him, "my treasure."

Your eyes sting and tears soften the lines in your vision. You shake your head, a knot in your throat, a pinch in your chest. He brings your hand flat to one of yours and twines his thick fingers between yours. The difference is drastic, a reflection of your status. He is all-powerful and you are a speck in the wind.

"I have worn a heavy crown, I have raised an army, I have bled in battle, and not of it can compare to this, my treasure. You are my greatest achievement. By fates, I found you. I thought that I was destined to sit the throne, to unite these peoples, to hold it all in my hand," he squeezes, "but this is all I need have in my grasp. This is what called me to your southern plains. All of it for you. I have won it and so quickly as you bid me, I would give it up."

Your lashes flick as your heart swells. He cannot mean it. Not any of it. You are only a maid.

"You have your fear, little maid, and I have mine. They are one and the same," he gazes down at you, eyes wrought in layers of pain, sadness, and longing, like the sediment of the earth, worn and weathered through the years. "I fear myself all the same as you. I have withheld myself for as long as I can and yet I feel myself dwindling. I feel the rope fraying."

You sniff and shake your head, "your highness..." you croak and your voice seems to crackle in the air, "Queen Jazlene--"

"Do not speak her name. I beg of you. Treasure, I beg. I will beg you anon."

He keeps hold of you and shifts off the bed. He brings himself to his knees at the side of the bed, clinging to you as he once more kisses your hand. As you lay helpless to him.

"Do not fear me. How can you when I only mean to worship you," he rasps. "As any treasure, I only mean to prize you, to hold you dear, to keep you from those who would steal you away. To keep you for my own. Treasure, you are mine, all mine. By rights, I, King Geralt of Rivia and the Hinterlands, claim you. No other shall have you. Upon my life, I could not bear it."

You close your eyes, ice trickling into your veins at his declaration. He is king, he is the almighty, and you are his. You are sworn to serve and by rights of marriage, you are bound to him. Even if it wrong, even it transcends the vow he spoke to another, a king may bend the laws as serve his purposes. A maid may only obey.

"You have forsaken me," you whisper.

He kneels in silence, lowering his head to rest on your hand. You lay in tableau, strangled and solemn, as he prostrates himself at your side. As a mourner might do for some tragic corpse. Is that not what this is? Grief for the treachery of it all.

"I belong to you," he speaks at last, rising as he releases you. Your eyes roll open and pinpoint on him.

He turns away and pulls at his tunic, stripping it from his broad shoulders, revealing a back ridged with muscles. He drops it on the seat of a chair and sits in another. He is patient as he unbinds the straps of his boots and removes each in turn, placing them neatly aside. He undresses piece by piece, rapt in the task of his dissembling.

He remains only in his braies, the short garment ending at the top of his thick thighs. His stomach is as thick as the rest of his, muscles wrapping around his arms and chest, fur like the very wolf he's sewn into his cloak. He approaches the bed and you steel yourself for him.

He lifts himself over you, hovering just above, his hands above your shoulders as he holds himself on his knees, straddling as he once did in the moonlight of your unconscious. He peers down and breathes a scalding plume upon you. You shiver and meet his eyes, unable to repress the wash of terror that comes over you.

He pushes himself to the other side of you, folding his arm to fall upon his side. His other stretches over your stomach as he nestles against your side. He lays on his shoulder, facing you, and his nose brushes your temple. You clutch a fold of the blankets in your hand as his traces the shape of your side, playing with the seam of your shift.

His touch creeps over your stomach and his lips dance on your cheek. He exhales your name into your ear and his hand cups one side of your chest. A whimper escapes your throat as your nipple hardens, poking him as he fondles you. He is gentle but diligent, eager as he explores your body, as if you are another map to be conquered.

He trails up to your neck and his thumb draws a line along your throat. You feel his gaze but cannot face it. It burns hotter than the heart. He touches jaw and chin, as if he's never seen anything like you; cheekbones, nose, forehead, as if he is an artist moulding a statue.

He presses his straight nose to your cheek and drapes his arm around you once more. He embraces you from the side. He tucks his fingers under you and you bring your hand to his thick forearm, feeling the soft hair along it. You claps onto him and shudder at the ceiling.

"You will not always fear me," he whispers, "when you see the world for what it is, when you see me truly, you will feel as I do." He snarls as he leans his weight into you. "You cannot fight fate, my treasure. Even a king cannot bid what is written by destiny."

You let every ounce of strength drain from you. You sink into the mattress, surrendering to his will. Whatever he might do, whatever he might demand of you, you will give in. That is your duty.

He purrs as his own body relaxes, "I only wish to feel you, little maid. My soul needs yours close." He closes his eyes and bows his head to rest against yours. You shut your eyes once more but know you will not rest.

You are afraid. You are terrified. All your life you've served but this is more than you've ever been asked. The peril is all yours. A king would never face the same atonement as a maid.

⚔️

The king enshrines you in his warmth. You examine the white strands of his hair as you lay in his arms. Your gaze wanders further to his rounded muscle, the unmatched strength woven in his body. His statue matches the intangible authority attached to his very being. He is power incarnate.

You feel smaller as you lay beside him. The night passes, as it will not matter water. Time marches on like the very army that invaded your homeland at the behest of the man now clinging to you. Just a maid. Just a deceiver.

You turn your eyes past the king's sleeping form. His rumbling snores underline the soft crackle of embers breaking down. You cannot remove the danger buried deep in your chest. Memories only drive it deeper and deeper.

Your remember when Jazlene was only a girl. You've known her through every year of her life. You've seen her grow from cradle to crown. She might be flawed, she might be selfish and rotten and mean, but she is still that life you watch round the duchess' stomach when you were but yourself a child. She is still a living being.

There was a time when she did not obsess over jewels and silks and bottle. When you both were just young and naive. When she counted and you hid, then switched places. When you revealed yourself form behind your hands and she giggled in amazement. That time is gone and you only see doom ahead of you.

You can't lay there any longer.

You move the king's arm off of you and sit up. You put your back to him and bend over your lap. How you could melt to a puddle like the icy outside those castle walls. How you might wilt away like a flower without shade.

You do not dare leave the bed. Your emotions cannot overrule the man behind you. You flinch as he quiets and his snoring turns to a long groan. A tickle crawls up your back as he touches you. He pinches the fabric, tugging it as if to get your attention.

"Are you well, treasure?" He asks with grit in his throat.

"It is morning," you say, though the shutters block out the day, "shall I fetch you something to break your fast?"

He sighs and his hand fists the back of your shift. He pulls until you twist to look at him. He props himself on one elbow, holding his head as he looks at you. His expression is not as stony as it usually is. He is not the statuesque king, he is just a man, entirely vulnerable in nothing more than a piece of cloth.

"I don't want you to be maid this day," he touches your hip, his eyes dipping to watch his hand. "I want to... show you something. I want you to know this land. Once you do, you will know me."

"As you wish, your highness."

His brows lower and he pushes himself up, sitting against the pillows, "it doesn't need be. What do you wish, treasure? Tell me and I will grant it?"

You push up one shoulder, "I wish for nothing. A maid does not..."

"Not a maid," he insists again, "you, what do you wish?"

You lower your head and turn back to the chamber, "I would see your land. Show me then what I have not already seen."

His forceful breath uneases you. He is disappointed, though you say exactly what you should. What he should want. You will heed his desire, he only need declare it.

"Very well," he jostles the bed as he moves to sit beside you, "you will need to dress warmly. I will have gloves and a hat. Some boots," his arm is snug to yours, "

"Thank you, your highness," you utter.

"No, Geralt. My name is Geralt."

Your chest racks and your shoulders feel as if there are pins stuck in the joint. Your lips part then clamp together. You try to muster your voice but it catches like phlegm. You nearly choke.

"Will you say it?" He asks gently.

You turn to glance at him. It feels next to blasphemy. You blink and he reaches to frame your face with his large hand.

"To hear my name on your lips would me like a sacred melody. Please, treasure, just for me, you can say it," he pleads.

You take a breath through your nose and let it out in a wisp, "Geralt."

He smiles and his thumb runs along your chin to your lower lip, "again."

"Geralt," you say louder and he toys with your lip, his golden eyes narrowing on it, hungering for it as if a starving man looking upon a fine citrus.

"Again," he commands once more.

"Ger--"

You cannot finish is name as he covers your mouth with his. He smothers you in his need, pulling you against him, snaring you in his arms. He brings you over him as he falls onto his back, moaning as he delights in the taste of you, nibbling at your bottom lip. He hums and draws away as you breathless stare down at him.

"I have never known paradise, not in the hinter or the summer, but I find it here," he growls, "upon my very chest, in my very arms. If only it could be forever."

#geralt of rivia #dark geralt #dark!geralt #geralt of rivia x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #medieval au #the witcher #winter's king

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On their way to a fire, Buck opens his big mouth and says something very stupid. Not an unusual occurrence but this one is unique: “Hey, Hen? Can I ask you a gay people question?”

Hen side-eyes him. “Are you sure now’s the best time?” The engine shakes on its suspension.

Buck blusters forward. “So Tommy and I have been dating a month and a half now.” The mention of Tommy grabs both Chim and Eddie’s attention.

“Wait, really?” Chim asks, Hen’s not sure if he thought it was shorter or longer than that. His memory of time seems to be the worst hit by the encephalitis.

“2 months next Thursday.” Eddie says.

“Y-yeah… that’s right.” Buck raises his eyebrows at Eddie. The rest all stare, Hen included. Those two have always been locked at the hip but knowing each other’s anniversaries seems excessive. Buck seems to agree.

“How do you know that?” She asks.

“Their first date was the same day I asked Marisol to move in with me.”

“When did Marisol move in with you?” Hen and Chimney ask in unison. Last she heard about Marisol she had only just met Chris, moving in seemed a long way off for them. Since when was she living with him?

“She didn’t” Bobby answers, giving his sternest glare to the rear view mirror. Hen knows this means she’s in charge of keeping these fools in check so he can focus on driving.

“Yeah we decided against that. Anyway Buck you were talking about Tommy?” Hen stifles a laugh. There was a story there she was going to have to wring out of Bobby because Eddie’s deflection abilities are legendary.

“Yeah so- um- ho-how long before we can uh…”Hen cocks her head. What exactly is Buck after with Tommy right now, they’re not nearly to the point of I love yous and she doesn’t think Buck would be this nervous about dating advice. “I mean how long did you and Karen wait until you, uh” Oh.

“Had sex?” Hen asks bluntly.

“Whoa, you and Tommy haven’t had sex yet?” Chimney asks, astonished.

“Buck when’s the last time you waited this long with anyone?” Eddie asks with a cocked eyebrow.

“Never? Maybe high school?” That tracks.

“Or Abby.” Chim offers. Buck winces at that. She knows that woman did him dirty, looks like the scar still aches.

“Six minutes to ETA.” Comes from the drivers seat. “5 and a half…” Bobby takes a sharp turn that shakes the whole truck. “5 minutes.”

“So how do I ask him to fuck me.”

A chorus of “BUCK!” rings through the truck. Eddie looks petrified at the idea of his best friends having sex with each other, Chim looks exhausted with his brother-in-law of barely a month and look, Hen would give the world to see this kid happy but sometimes he’s just too stupid for his own good.

“Buck. I think you need to remember Tommy doesn’t have a lot of experience in this area either.”

“He doesn’t?”

“Did you forget he’s only been out as long as you’ve been at the 118?” Hen learned that about Tommy from Buck’s gushing the day after the wedding. She’d also talked to him in a fluorescent lit waiting room after the most gorgeous hospital ceremony she’s ever been a part of, so she’s aware that he’s not used to being with men that want more than just sex from him. “He might think you’re just as nervous as he is.”

“I didn’t know he got nervous.”

Chim huffs at that. “Next time you see him ask him to tell you a story about a rooster.” That makes Hen smile.

“He probably won’t believe you’re ready until you can talk to him about it.”

“I don’t— I-it usually just kind of happens. You get a look, there’s a nod, they look at your lips and lean in…”

“Yeah but that was women who knew what they wanted and what you wanted. Tommy won’t know unless you tell him what you’re ready for.”

“So to get him to fuck me I have to tell him to fuck me?”

“Jesus, Buck. Yes.” Hen laughs. They are, thankfully, finally pulling to site so she doesn’t have to enumerate exactly how he needs to ask. If she did she’d have to explain birds and bees that she is not the best person to explain.

“Come on, kids, let’s save some lives.” Bobby calls as he pulls the parking break.

The fire looks pretty bad, two story house, they’ll have to split up by floor. As they gear up Buck says, privately, off-mic. “Thanks Hen, you’re a good Gay Yoda”

“Do him or do not, there is no try.”

#Henrietta Wilson #Evan Buckley #BuckTommy #little ficlet of the wlw/mlm solidarity that I couldn’t get out of my head #I tried Hen PoV let me know what you think!!!

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uzurakis · 10 hours

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HOW THEY LIKE TO HOLD YOU CLOSE!

featuring: geto suguru. megumi fushiguro. itadori yuuji. gojo satoru. nanami kento.

n. a short drabble for each! had fun thinking about each of ‘em :]

GETO SUGURU has always been the type to grab your waist without notice, maybe even by belt if he’s teasing you. when he captures your waist with a daring grip out of the blue, you feel the world fades away, leaving just the heat of his touch to electrify your senses. his sudden hold sets your heart racing, awakening desires that linger in the air with an irresistible allure. in that fleeting instant, you feel a sense of belonging, as if you've found your home in the curve of his arm, knowing that with him, every moment is filled with passion.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO doesn’t say it, but he enjoys the intimacy of interlaced fingers. in the quiet moments between conversations and stolen glances, he finds solace in the simple act of intertwining fingers. he isn’t the physical type and has a hard time to express his feelings, yet with every touch, he conveys the depth of his affection, a silent confession of his longing. his attentiveness is also shown every time he switches his hand to lace your hands together from the back just to make you walk first easily. in the delicate dance of intertwined hands, he discovers a language of love, where every gentle squeeze tells a story of connection and warmth, one that only you can teach him.

ITADORI YUUJI won’t let you get away when he pulls you in for a shoulder lock. when he grabs you, it's not just about the physical closeness; it shows his presence and protective nature. he communicates his desire to keep you close, to shield you from harm, and to stand by your side through every challenge. sometimes, he also mushes his cheeks onto yours together as he pulls you in, feeling the heat of your skin sliding with his. he ensures that you feel safe in his embrace, knowing that you are cherished and safeguarded in his arms.

GOJO SATORU takes your arm with a gentle wrist-grab. in a world where the ordinary intertwines with the extraordinary, his gentle wrist-grab is a tender reminder of the protection he offers. as he guides your arm, feeling the warmth within, a sense of security and comfort envelops you both. it’s like the weight of the world seems to fade away, replaced by the assurance that you have each other, ready to face whatever adventures life may bring.

KENTO NANAMI always offers for you to lace your arms together. in snippets of moments, he extends his hand, inviting you to join your arms with his, a subtle yet profound gesture of a gentleman. his offer, tender and sincere, also though seemingly simple, carried a weight of closeness amidst the chaos of the world around you. as both hands lock, a subtle fondness spreads through your heart, reminding you that even in the midst of uncertainty, you are not alone.

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pinkcarnatixns · 11 hours

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georgia stanway | flowers for vases

synopsis georgia does her first tattoo on you, it leads to a confession after of years of feelings [1.6K] contents best friends to lovers, nervous georgia, tattooing, mentions of needles

You normally took pride in your fearlessness when it came to adding to your growing collection of ink on your skin, but now you were completely petrified.

When Georgia had first approached you to be her canvas for her very first tattoo on real skin, you had immediately agreed- your haste chalked up to a trust built on years of friendship and definitely not the fact you’d do anything she asked.

What your sometimes scatterbrained best friend had forgotten to mention was that this was not a private affair, but a moment that was going to be televised for all the nation to see. Of course, this meant that you’d have to act like you weren’t completely smitten with the woman- in front of a bunch of cameras while you tried to not blush at her hands on you.

Safe to say, you were quite ticked off with Georgia when you first arrived at the small tattoo studio’s address, only to be greeted with people rushing filming equipment inside the building from a van with a big ‘BBC’ plastered on the side. When you entered the studio with a quirked eyebrow and crossed arms, her face clearly dropped as she realized her mistake, rushing over to your side.

“I completely forgot to mention the filming part, didn’t I?” She pouts at you, grabbing a hold of your bicep to plead her case.

You sighed, “You know, I really thought this was a sweet gesture of trust between us, not to get you a big check from the BBC.”

At your jest, she deflated even further and you struggled to stop your lips from quirking up at her dramatics. You could never stay mad at her for very long, especially when she made you laugh just by being in the same room as her. Still, you were a bit mortified at the possible outing of your feelings for the girl being broadcast to the world, so you tried your best to hold your ground.

“It’s not like that at all! You know there’s nobody else I’d rather share this with, I swear!” She held onto your biceps tightly, and you felt your resolve washing away like a sand castle with the wave of her cologne that hit your nose.

Her hands were trembling lightly, and at her gaze and proximity you quickly turned shy, only managing to mumble out, “You don’t mind sharing it with everyone in the nation, clearly.”

However, taking pity on her already clearly fried nerves, you followed the snark up with a playful eye roll and returned her gaze. “Well, since I’m here, let’s see what you’re going to put on my body forever.”

Her already big brown eyes seemed to light up at your compliance, and she gently pulled on your forearms to uncross them with a blinding smile. She effortlessly initiated the intertwining of your hands, nearly dragging your shocked form to the ground with her fervor to show you what she had drawn.

She got shy as you both approached her already prepped little work table, going quiet as you peered down at the paper and leaning into your body for comfort. The warmth that spread through your body at your still entwined hands creeped all the way up to your ears at what she had designed just for you: a little broken flower vase.

When you two had first met as kids, Georgia, persistent to impress you with her football skills- had wrongly decided to do so inside your house. When this naturally ended in the broken heirloom, and your mother’s harsh scolding, you had taken the fall for the overexcitable girl. She had been inconsolable at the mess she had caused, promising to make up for it someday. To this day, she still felt guilty for the incident while you often brought it up, joking that she was only still by your side to repay her debt.

Through all the growing pains and hard times, you had stuck by each other’s sides. Even when you got into fights, one of you would always bring up the vase as an olive branch, knowing that it really meant that you could never get rid of one another.

Your eyes got misty, your heartbeat in your ears drowning out the hustle and bustle around you two, “Georgia, that’s so sweet- you sap.”

“You really like it? Don’t lie.” Her hand nervously fiddled with the rings that adorned yours, both of you refusing to meet each other’s eyes. In a moment of bravery, you pecked her on the cheek and rested your head on her slightly taller shoulder.

“I love it. Can’t wait to have it on me forever.” You punctuated the genuine words with a squeeze to your intertwined hands, hoping to calm her nerves with the action.

She stumbled a bit over her sentence, before forcing it out nearly too fast for you to catch it, “There’s three flowers on one side and then one on the other. Y’know like 31, like my number at Bayern.”

Your head jumped off your shoulder, gaping at her as she was locked in a staring contest with the table- cheeks red like she had just played a full 90. With your heartbeat nearly breaking at the confines of your ribcage, you decided to lean into the moment, tripping over your words a bit but whispering. “That’s perfect. I like it even more now.”

At your reassurance, she shyly met your sincere gaze, struggling to keep a goofy smile subdued as you nodded at each other.

Your little bubble was broken when a crew member called for her presence, apologizing for interrupting as he dragged her over for an interview. You watched on with hearts in your eyes as she spoke to the camera, her sincere appreciation for the art shining through with every word and the sparkle in her eye. Caught up in watching her, you barely realized when they had wrapped up, rushing over to her side after missing your name being called a couple times.

They perched you up on a stool for her to place the stencil on your calf, sighing in relief as it peeled off exactly as she wanted it. She gently held your hand to help you down, using it to guide you over to the table while instructing you to lay down comfortably.

When she actually starts dancing the needle over your skin and attempting to answer questions at the same time, she clearly struggles. Nearly every time she punctures your flesh, she can’t help but look to you for your reaction- scared to hurt you. You try not to laugh as her sentences trail off again and again as she continually locks eyes with you, knowing she’s going to make the editor’s job a nightmare. As she nears finishing, you try to shoot her encouraging smiles, wishing you could tell her how good she was doing if not for the mics that would pick it up.

The tattoo takes quite long for how simple the design is, partly due to her insistence on doing everything right, stopping for the littlest things. It’s sweet that she’s so adamant to not hurt you or have the ink blow out, but it’s pretty comical and clear that the camera crew is getting antsy. You are happy to sit for as long as she needs, content with the heat of her palm through her gloves soothing the ache of the needle, but try to silently encourage her in order to get everyone out on time.

As she takes the final swipe of a paper towel over your skin and declares that she’s finished with a shaky breath, the first thing she does is to once again look at you. She visibly relaxes as you send her a beaming smile, taking your hands to move you to sit upright. You admire her work as she turns to give you her water bottle, watching you like a hawk as you take a sip.

You get shy at her attention, “I’m not going to pass out you know, I’m literally covered in tattoos already.”

“You’re really feeling alright? We can take pictures after you have a second, yeah?”

“Georgia really, you look much more lightheaded than me. You did great, I promise.” As you try to scoot off the bench, her hands stop you- pinning your thighs to the table. The position forces her to lean closer to you, putting you at eye level with one another. She has a certain determination in her eyes, but is clearly quite mortified at the proximity her actions have caused.

Still, with her big brown eyes boring into yours, slightly rough palms on your naked thighs, and the slight dizziness that you do feel- you look around the room to see everyone busy packing up before you do something drastic. As you turn back to her soft gaze, a slight tilt to her head and a quick glance at your lips is all the encouragement you need.

Your hands cover hers, desperate for something to ground you as you lean in to peck her lips. At your slight movement, she excitedly surges forward and you clash much harder than you had expected.

Pulling away, you’re both reduced to hysterics at the release of the tension that the day caused, and for finally giving in to a moment to had both waited for all your lives. Who knew it would take her marking you forever for you both to make a move.

a/n: wow so sorry I have not uploaded in forever! midterms absolutely kicked my butt and then I was celebrating my birthday! anyways I'm not super happy with this but I hope yall enjoyed <3

my requests are still open and i will really try to be much quicker in getting to them lol

#georgia stanway #georgia stanway x reader #woso community #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #georgia stanway fluff #woso

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Intensity (NSFW) FT Haewon

Author’s note: partially inspired by @essentiallyleaf little Haewon piece. Haewon drives me feral

“Yo can you come by?” Haewon calls you and you reply,

“Sure do you need me to bring anything?”

“The lube, Some snacks, and that sexy ass of yours I wanna pound you then have you pound me till we're both so fucked out that all we can do is fuck, sleep, and eat,” Haewon responds as she begins to grope her chest on the video call. Her low-crop top rides dangerously cloud to tracking her breasts which drive you wild. The thought of ruining the petite idol overwhelms you internally but externally you remain composed.

“Wow, that's so lewd Hae. What's gotten into you,” you ask

“You hopefully in the next hour,” she moans out and cuts the call. You quickly begin scrambling to get everything ready. After that, you drive (aggressively) to her little apartment complex. You make it too and when she opens it she pulls you into a lustful kiss. like the world’s palest anaconda, she wraps her tight little body around you as you stumble into the apartment with her. You react accordingly after carefully setting the groceries down and reciprocate her fervor by viciously groping her breasts and ass. Haewon’s and your combined hunger for each other gets the better of you and you tear off (literally) each other’s outfits in desperate races to be naked and start truly fucking.

The two of you eventually reach her bed and as you violently make out Haewon uses an exploratory finger and plunges it into your asshole. Her unexpected intrusion causes you to tense up but it also allows Haewon to perfectly reach your G-spot which causes you to cum on the spot.

“Oh fuck I'm cumming,” you moan as Haewon laughs while you cum. She begins to play with herself while watching you orgasm all over her. Your cum flies over your body covering it in your seed. You groan as you can't stop cumming.

After that intense orgasm, she finally breaks the kiss for longer than a few minutes and says,

“I love making you cum. It makes me so hot and wet knowing the power I have over you and that cock Haewon says as she began to start to stroke your cock again.

“I’m going to get the strap,” she says proudly before coming back ready to violate you some more. She also grabbed the lube that was on the counter. She poured the lube on the strap and began to stroke it covering the dildo in cold gel.

“You ready,” Haewon inquires. You turn to her and nod. She smiles greedily before she plows you. You are shocked at first by her roughness but quickly adjust as she repeatedly rams into your G-spot. You moan as she hits it again and again.

“Yes moan for me slit,” Haewon teases as she begins to spank your ass. You cry out as the pleasure overwhelms you and you begin to leak all over her sheets.

“Oh you like that slut,” Haewon challenges and you nod, “good you're so tight. I can barely get you to pull out,” Haewon says through gritted teeth. You try to relax so she can get deeper and hit that spot. Her response is to see how much you can truly take. Haewon in a surprising display of strength pulls you up to be flush with her and begins stroking your cock while she fucks you from behind. The sensation is wild, intense, and overstimulating. You're unused to the stimulation forces of another reckless and violent load out of you. This orgasm isn't pleasant pain as your body forcibly tries to expel all of the cum stored within driving you up a wall while the bliss that should come is overshadowed by the pain. When the orgasm subsides you separate from Haewon. Unaware your screams are of agony and not pleasure Haewon strokes you desiring to push you to fuck her with equal ferocity. You swipe at her hands and leave the bedroom. Haewon follows you,

“Babe what's wrong?” she asks worried.

“I just need a minute, that was not pleasant,” you say trying to be amicable.

“But I thought you loved when I fuck your ass. She says closing in and you. She reaches down to your hard cock and begins to stroke again. The pain and pleasure blend breaks your brain as she takes you in for another kiss. Her arousal scent sends what little sanity you had out the window as you pin her to the ground. You rip off her strap and exe her. She has a mad look of lust in her eyes that pushes you over the edge. You align your cock with her entrance before taking her. Her tight body shudders as you ream into her without care. Haewon moans as her body receives you. You grab her delectable tits and begin to pinch and pull,

“Hey be softer, oh god keep going,” Haewon says as her brain tries to process the pain and pleasure correctly but much like you the pleasure and pain blend into an intoxicating combination that leaves both of you less than coherent.

Driven by an abyssal level of lust you drool into Haewon’s mouth and she greedily accepts it as the two of you continue to fuck on the bottom of her floor.

“Yes, yes, gonna cum,” Haewon announces as her high begins to barrel towards her like a train running off the track. She moans as you take that as an encouragement to go faster. Her pussy tightens around your sensitive cock and Haewon moans feeling you throb in her sodden cunt,

“Fill this snatch up,” she challenges desperate to get your cum inside her. You smile evilly at her and say

“What if I don't? What if I just cum all over that pretty face?” Haewon’s eyes widened with terror. Whenever you two fucked she always demanded a creampie whether orally or regularly. She needed it and you denying her made her body jolt and lurch as she needed it now.

“Please dump your load in me. My filthy cunt needs your cum. Please. I'll be a good girl I promise Daddy,”

You laugh as Haewon uses that word quite infrequently so she must be desperate. So you give in. You cum into her tight hole with equal ferocity to the last two orgasms. (although with less pain) Haewon breathes relief as she calms down from her orgasm. You cum so much in her though that you watch her belly begin to bulge from your cum. Haewon moaned at her distended belly with perverse glee.

“Oh god I feel like I'm about to burst,” she declared enraptured by her body’s acquiescence to current circumstances, “god babe you were volcanic today,” Haewon moaned as she began to play with her clit. You watched as your still-hard cock demanded more stimulus. So you began to stroke it again. Feral lust has overtaken both of you. Haewon smiles as you line up with her wet snatch again. You start rapidly fucking her again your cum making friction a nonexistent issue. You grab her modest breasts and knead them the way she likes. Haewon screams in ecstasy, “cum in that creamy pussy again,” Haewon yells before grabbing your balls and squeezing out another violent load. It caused her to cum again as well. You groan as you feel your balls empty inside the idol’s vacuous yet tight pussy.

Her blessed outbody turns you on again but it's painful this time

“Uh Haewon,”

“Eh,”

“I think it's time for a break,”

“Yeah.”

#kpop fanfic #male reader #fanfic #haewon #Haewon smut #nmixx #nmixx smut

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hubbvrd · 1 day

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Love letter | Quinn Hughes

summary — in which quinn is in love with y/n the social media worker for the canucks.

pairing — quinn hughes x reader

words — 2955

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You couldn't choose who you fell in love with.

It usually happened so quickly that you hardly noticed and couldn't do anything about it.

It was actually a nice feeling to be in love. You had the feeling that the world suddenly became carefree and you walked around with a good feeling.

You were happy to see the person again and to be near them, while the warmth shot up your cheeks and your stomach tingled.

That's exactly how Quinn felt at the moment. He was in love.

A few weeks ago, he had fallen in love with the young woman y/n, who worked in social media for the Canucks.

In a joint video, in which the young woman had asked him countless questions to create content for the Canucks fans, the two of them had had a lot of fun and occasionally got a little closer to each other, so that the odd physical contact was inevitable.

Since then, Quinn had been thinking about the young woman almost constantly.

His teammates Elias and Brock would often catch him looking over at the young woman during training, who would take photos or videos and then post them on social media channels.

This was the case again today. Practice was in full swing as Quinn gripped his racket tighter and scanned the ice ring for the woman who was turning his head.

It took him a few seconds to spot her. She was standing there with a young man Quinn had only glimpsed so far and seemed to be laughing happily about something.

Every now and then, the stranger would touch her, causing Quinn to unconsciously tighten his grip on his bat and his eyebrows to furrow slightly.

"Hey man, you're staring again." Elias came to stand next to Quinn on the ice, so Quinn saw Elias adjusting his helmet out of the corner of his eye.

Quinn knew he didn't need to give Elias an excuse, because his best friend knew about the young woman and Quinn's feelings.

A few days ago, Elias had caught Quinn staring and then confronted him, but Quinn had folded not long after and told Elias everything.

After all, there were no secrets between the two best friends.

"You should finally ask her out."

Now Elias stood in front of Quinn so that he could no longer look over at the woman who had taken a liking to him.

"Elias, I-I..." Quinn began to give his team colleague another excuse, as he had done the last few times.

But he raised his gloved hand to indicate Quinn should be quiet.

As Elias began to speak, he gave the captain a serious look.

"Quinn, you have a different excuse every time. I can see how smitten you are. But the longer you hesitate, the less chance you have. I hate to say it, but I guess that guy over there is trying to get to her himself."

With a nod, Elias gestured over to the young woman and the red-haired man, who had come a little closer to her and kept grabbing her by the arm.

From a distance, Quinn couldn't interpret the expression on the young woman's face, as she was standing with half her back to him.

"And how am I supposed to do that? Just run over and pull her away from the redhead?"

A nervous expression formed on Quinn's face. The thought of simply walking over to her and approaching her made him start to sweat.

He wasn't good at approaching women, so the thought of talking to the young woman made him want to flee.

"That's actually how you do it, yes. But I have another idea." A grin formed on Elias's face as he stepped a little closer to Quinn and then whispered something in his best friend's ear.

And this idea appealed to Quinn so much that he decided to put it into practice.

"Good morning" a smile came to your lips as you greeted your colleagues and then slipped inside.

"Good morning, y/n! Good to see you." One of your colleagues, Lucy, ran up to you beaming and then pulled you into a tight hug.

Ever since you'd taken the social media job with the Canucks, Lucy and you had become instant friends.

Since then, you've been more or less inseparable. Lucy also worked for the social media team.

She usually took over the press conferences or was there for the post-match interviews, while you took care of the social media channels and shot the occasional content video.

The brunette put her arm around you as you walked side by side through the building to the small office where you had made yourselves comfortable.

The office wasn't very big, so only two desks fitted in opposite each other and two small, cozy armchairs had found their place at the other end of the wall.

Despite their small size, you loved the office more than anything, even if you spent more time on the road than in the office.

"What's on your agenda today?" You checked in with your colleague and best friend as you opened your office door and slipped into the light blue room.

On the wall behind your desk was a huge Canucks logo painted on the wall, while on the other blue-painted walls were some pictures of the team that you had taken yourself.

"I've actually just got some paperwork today and need to make a few phone calls for upcoming interviews, you?" Lucy dropped into her desk chair while you carelessly threw your jacket onto one of the chairs and then walked over to your desk.

Before you could even begin to reply, a white envelope lying on your desk caught his attention.

It wasn't unusual for you to receive mail in the morning, but this letter was different to the mail you usually received.

You could feel that directly. Slowly, you walked over to your desk as you answered Lucy curtly.

You didn't want your colleague to get suspicious.

Your name was written on the letter in curved handwriting. There was no sender or indication of where it might have come from.

This led you to conclude that this was a personal letter.

Your curiosity grew as you began to examine the letter, but made no attempt to open it.

Who wrote you a letter?

You carefully picked up the letter. It was quite light and you could feel a note through the thin envelope.

"Who did you get mail from?" You suddenly heard Lucy's voice, who had more or less caught you in the act.

"Oh, just from a customer, nothing important," you babbled and opened a drawer in your desk to carefully put the letter inside.

Your curiosity wouldn't diminish over the next hour, but you wanted to read the letter in peace and quiet, so you had to wait until Lucy left the office and you could finally be undisturbed.

But you didn't know how agonizingly slow the time would be until then.

Four agonizingly long hours passed before Lucy finally made the effort to leave your shared office to have a conversation.

After the door had slammed shut behind Lucy, you jerked out the letter, which you carefully opened and pulled out the neatly folded paper with your heart beating faster.

With trembling fingers and increasing nervousness, you unfolded the paper before placing it on the desk in front of you and began to read.

Dear y/n,

I keep looking at you, but can't touch you.

You don't know, how much l want to. want to be near you, want you to look my way.

A moment alone with you, would be beautiful. A moment alone with you, would feel eternal.

You skimmed over the words again and again. Your heart kept leaping in your chest as you read them.

You had never received such words before. In the past, you had always found it very cheesy when your friends told you that they had received love letters or wrote them themselves.

But now that you had your first love letter in front of you, it warmed your heart.

It was really sweet to read these words that were addressed directly to you.

You didn't know who this letter was from, but you wished it was a special person.

This one particular player called Quinn Hughes.

The first time you had made a video with him for social media, you had immediately noticed how well you Both got on and you had even gotten a little closer to each other at times.

Since then, you've often thought about the captain and occasionally caught yourself looking over at him and staring at him for a few seconds, lost in thought.

But what if the letter wasn't from Quinn at all, but from Alex? Alex had been very close to you recently and you had caught him looking for physical contact again and again.

Alex was a really nice young man, but you just wasn't attracted to him.

The thought that the letter could be from Alex made your face contort slightly and you put the letter aside.

Your fingers reached for the envelope, which you began to shake and shortly afterwards a small Post it note in the shape of a heart fell out.

You had completely overlooked the post it so far, so you reached for the pink note with a pounding heart and turned it over to reveal the writing.

If you're brave enough to find out who I am, meet me in the parking lot at 7 tonight.

Once again, no signature under the message. There wasn't even a single letter that would have given you any idea who had written you this sweet letter.

Your heart was almost pounding against your chest as you glanced at the bottom of my computer screen to see what time it was.

By now it was 6:30pm and so you still had some time before you would meet the unknown love letter writer.

Nervously, you started to slide around a bit on the black office chair.

You were really curious to find out who was behind the sweet lines.

But even though the message was really sweet, you were afraid that it might just be a joke.

After all, the Canucks boys had the occasional challenge and banter amongst themselves.

But had you really become one of her victims? With the best will in the world you couldn't really imagine that, as everyone was incredibly nice to you and treated you as if you'd been part of the team for ages.

Of course, you never know what makes other people tick and even though you couldn't imagine for the life of you that this letter was just a joke, you decided to be careful.

But despite all this, you wanted to know who was behind the letter and so you decided to go to the place where it was said and find out who it was.

Your heart beat a little faster against your chest with excitement and nervousness.

You hadn't mentioned the letter to Lucy once, so you had to come up with an excuse to more or less get rid of Lucy at the end of the working day an hour ago, as she was desperate to have a drink with you.

The last hour that you had spent alone in your office had gone by rather agonizingly slowly, even though you had already prepared a post or two for the next few days on social media.

But now it was time to find out who had written you the letter.

With every step you took closer to the parking lot, your heart began to beat faster and faster, making you feel like it could jump out of your chest at any second.

You buried your hands, which had become sweaty again, deeper into your jacket pockets, where your right hand played with your bunch of keys.

You were incredibly nervous, so your hand needed something to do and you were a little more distracted.

When you arrived at the parking lot, your eyes wandered nervously back and forth.

In addition to your car, there were four other cars in the parking lot, but you couldn't identify their owners.

Since you didn't know exactly where to wait in the not-so-small parking lot, you positioned yourself a little more centrally in the large parking lot so that the unknown person could easily spot you.

A glance at your cell phone display showed that it was still five minutes until 7 pm.

You used the time to take a few more deep breaths and try to calm yourself down as best you could.

Luckily, it wasn't a dark time of year, so you didn't have to be afraid of the parking lot, which was usually only dimly lit by a few lanterns in winter.

Although the weather was pretty gloomy today and the clouds were increasing, it was bright enough that you had a good view of all the creepy corners and only had to run a few meters to your car if necessary.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings and every time footsteps came closer, you looked hopefully in the direction they were coming from.

But none of them paid any attention to you and shortly afterwards, all but one of the other cars pulled away.

So the last car, which was not too far away from yours, had to be the car of the man who had written you the letter.

A few more minutes passed, during which the nervousness began to creep up inside you again.

And then suddenly the time had come.

From a distance, you could recognize someone. The person was wearing a dark blue hoodie that clearly stood out.

His hood was pulled over his head and his gaze was slightly lowered, so you couldn't tell who it was yet.

On his shoulder was a sports bag, on which you could see the Canucks logo from a distance.

So it was a player, you thought, as the stranger came closer and closer to you and your nervousness grew so much that your heart began to pound in your chest again.

He seemed to be moving in slow motion and took forever to get to you, so you started moving without thinking twice and ran towards him.

When the two of you finally came face to face, the stranger slowly lifted his head and pulled the hood off his head, revealing thick brown hair.

And your heart literally skipped a beat as you struggled not to clasp your hands over your mouth.

Because standing in front of you was none other than Quinn Hughes.

The man you had gotten a little closer to some time ago.

The man you got on well with straight away.

The man who made you laugh.

The man you couldn't stop thinking about.

"Quinn..." His name left your mouth in an almost whisper.

The person opposite you nodded in response, a shy smile on his lips and he began to clutch the handle of his sports bag like a lifeline.

Suddenly he seemed so shy and embarrassed. Very different from your video shoot.

He cleared his throat. "Hello, y/n."

"The...the letter...it's from you?" To be on the safe side, you checked again. There was a little fear in your voice because you wanted the letter to be from him.

"Yes, I wrote the letter."

Embarrassed, Quinn looked at you and ran his free hand through his thick hair, brushing a few strands that had fallen into his eyes out of his face.

"Wow...I mean...those words really touched me" You babbled on, which made Quinn's cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Really?" he asked hopefully. He couldn't seem to believe that you were reacting so positively.

You began to nod eagerly. "Yes, really!"

Quinn began to almost beam and seemed to spend some time searching for the right words, which made you slightly nervous.

"I'm not really good at talking, that's why Elias gave me the idea of the letter. I thought you thought this was just a joke and you weren't even going to show up, but I'm really relieved you're here."

Now it was Quinn who was babbling nervously as his left hand moved to the back of his neck, where he began to scratch himself in embarrassment.

"Really? I thought it was a joke too, since the name wasn't signed. But I was too curious and wanted to see who was here."

A nervous laugh leaves your lips, causing Quinn to start laughing as well.

"Wow...that's really something."

Quinn smirked slightly before gathering all his courage and finally the sentences he would have loved to ask you already left his mouth.

"Y/n I know this might be risky because you work for the same team as me. I don't know exactly what the contracts and agreement are here, but I think you realize there's something between us too, don't you? Would you...would you go out with me?"

His eyes looked at you with an almost hopeful expression, while your heart stumbled again and you began to feel the warmth rush to your cheeks.

And it actually didn't take you long to give Quinn a suitable answer.

Because the answer has been on the tip of your tongue for a long time and you were finally able to say it out loud.

"I would love to go on a date with you, Quinn."

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starrynights-sunnyskies · 2 days

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⋆*·ﾟIf only for a little while... misa x putellas!reader

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all you want is for the time to stop and for you to stay and spend this slow morning in the bubble you created with the woman next to you. but fear fills you when you realise what that means.

or; part of the as the flowers bloom, my heart does too universe (can be read as standalone). requested.

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A soft breeze from the window you'd opened the night before made the curtains dance. The summers in Barcelona could be relentless, and since you'd been sharing the bed with someone this night, that added body heat had made your bed a whirlpool of lava. White noise of the city waking up and starting their commute to work filled your ears. You stretched your limbs and crooned, not having had such a nice sleep in quite some time. The sun was directly casted on your bedroom window, the curtains only slightly keeping its rays at bay as the rest casted on the vase with flowers from your unknown admirer on your windowsill. You looked to your side, where Misa rested, deeply nestled into the covers, hand tightly curling them against her chest. Misa had the most relaxed look on her face. She was still far gone, hopefully having as good a sleep as you'd just woken up from.

Your eyes raked over her sleeping form, watched how she puffed out quiet breaths, how she looked as peaceful as she made you feel whenever she so much as looked at you. You turned on your side, to face her better, leg popping out under the duvet, away from the heat, as you rested your forehead against hers. You closed your eyes again, hoping that sleep would take you once more, wanting nothing more but to fall asleep next to her again. You were already addicted to how it felt.

It wasn't enough. You wanted her arms around you, her comforting touch, her soft eyes telling you that you were her entire world, that you could take the leap and she'd catch you, her voice lulling you to sleep with her promises and confirmations. But Misa deserved the rest after the hectic month she'd had. So you stayed put, careful not to wake her, patiently waiting for sleep to take you or for her to wake up. You deemed it pathetic how much you could miss her when she was literally right here, next to you, or when she wasn't even yours to miss to begin with. She was puffing out air from her nose onto your cheek, a tangible reminder that she was alive and well and not going anywhere.

A group of children laughed below your window, no doubt on their way to school. Next you heard two cars honk at each other, and one of the neighbours on your block threw their door shut with a loud bang. Still, it seemed that none of the outside noises could wake Misa from her deep slumber. The realisation made the corners of your lip turn upwards into a sleepy smile. You looked at the woman, so blissfully unaware of time passing around her. You wondered if she knew you'd stopped the time for her as well.

You shimmied down, dipping the bed and rustling the covers as you tried to find a more comfortable position, realising you'd be here for a while if Misa was so far away. You dared to nuzzle into her warm chest, cocooning yourself underneath her arm as the linen covers got pulled up to your knees. You knew she was a deep sleeper if she hadn’t woken you up by tugging back the covers you’d stolen during the night, so you dared to pull her against you. You covered her sleeping form, further tucking her in.

With the constant rising and falling of her chest against your cheek and your body dipping away into the mattress, you swore you were on cloud nine. This. This was what you'd dreamed of as the hopeless romantic you thought you would be when you would find your one epic love. This feeling was what you had waited to feel during the three relationships you'd had in your life, your first one finding you at age eighteen.

She had been kind. Pretty. Very caring, too. She was similar to you, and perhaps that was why you liked her. You'd lost your virginity to the girl, and even to this day, it wasn't something you felt uncomfortable about when being reminded of it. She'd been a good person. You had been in love, or so you thought, when you'd heard one of your friends talk about her boyfriend, realising you never quite felt your love for her that deep. There was sexual attraction and you cared for her, sure, but if she was the one, surely you would feel a little more euphoric whenever she looked your way, right? It didn't bring out the hopeless romantic in you, but perhaps you just didn't have that side to you after all, you'd thought. She was good to you and you had the most of fun with her, always giggling whenever you were with her. But there was always something missing. The fireworks had quickly dwindled after that realisation and you had both agreed that a friendship was more in order. But you had lost contact when she had changed her major and switched colleges, your only point of contact now from likes on each other's Instagram posts. Still, you were thankful that your first relationship hadn't ended in a screaming match. At least that was something.

Then at twenty-two, there'd been your second love. A thirty year old woman, something that definitely had taken away some of Alexia's life the moment you told her, because someone older than her wasn't meant to date her youngest sister. She was easygoing. Very considerate and caring, almost like an older sister would be. She'd guided you through the insecurities and worries you had as a young adult and her maturity had grounded you and pulled you to her like an anchor. But she always wanted you to talk and open up, saying that communicating was healthy, not realising that you weren't one to easily share what was on your mind. So she pushed and pulled the thoughts out of you before you were ready and didn't give you the time to give your heart some seconds to feel before you could properly express yourself. You hated how she could dominate you that way, how she enjoyed being the older one, knowing she used her age as a reason to have the last word. As soon as you had unsurely voiced your interest in her after she had guilted you into admitting them, saying that surely you would feel something for her after all your talking, she'd staked her claim. But your heart wasn't in it anymore with the way things had gone, and you hated yourself for knowing you'd let yourself get talked into things. And so you distanced yourself, pulled back, slowly but surely. Not picking up calls and rescheduling meet ups. You hated yourself for it, but knew that she would not take it lightly if you would just tell her you weren't interested in her anymore. She'd probably want to talk about it again, thoroughly, and that was something you wanted even less. She'd stressed countless times before that she felt time was running out for her, that she wanted her happy-ever-after, her white-picket-fence kind of life with a few pets and a baby. You didn't know why in the world she'd let herself fall for you, at twenty-two, when she wanted all those things she also knew you couldn't give her yet. So what did you really have to offer her? She had never faulted you for your age, not when it wasn't to her advantage anyway, but you felt the imbalance nonetheless. She wanted things, preferably within the next year or two, while you were far from ready to settle down like that. She had a steady job, an income, her own home and a car. She had her shit together, while you didn't even know what you would be doing tomorrow. That stark contrast scared you off. You weren't on the same page of life, and you knew that. You knew she knew too, even if she refused to acknowledge it. After she realised you were pulling away, she'd blamed you for only using her for her wisdom and guidance, for not letting her stick around to see you blossom into the woman you were becoming, for taking up her time for nothing when she could've been with the guy that had pursued her and she'd denied for you. She was right. You could see how it looked from her perspective, but at least you were free again. Besides, apparently your relationship hadn't been too serious to her anyway, seeing as she ended up with the same guy a week later. It didn't even hurt you when you saw the pregnancy post two months later when you looked her up again.

Then came a time of enjoying your last few months of university, something that once again took away some of Alexia's lifespan. You'd let go entirely, having been scared off by the prospect of adult life from the relationship you had just escaped from. Soon you would have to work for the rest of your life, be responsible, stick to social norms, find yourself a partner to settle down with until your last breath. The lack of freedom that seemed to come with scared the living shit out of you. So, you went out whenever you could. Kissed whoever took your breath away. You needed to know what was out there, what you could get, what you liked and disliked, before you could let yourself decide what you wanted for the rest of your life so that you would not use up precious time and energy from someone again. You tried to keep this from your family as best as you could, knowing they would worry or disapprove. Especially Alexia, who'd never had these kind of young-adult worries. She had her football, her one big love, something to focus on. What happened along the way, she would figure out if it came to it. She'd always been level-headed. That had never been you. You envied her for her tranquility, resilience and perseverance. But you knew you would never be like her, so you had given up trying.

It was through that exploring that you found her. And oh, how you wished you could rewind time and stop you from all the horrible decisions that followed. But that was life, wasn't it? Teaching you its lessons in the harshest ways.

You'd fallen, hard, and it made bile form in your throat even now, years later. She was everything you'd ever dreamed of. Attentive, controlling, loyal and ever-present if you needed her, possessive, kind, only when things went her way, always giving you things and taking care of you, to persuade you to stay, doing everything for you, to make sure you were dependent on her, and spending all her time with you, so that you would not be with your friends and family. She looked like a doting and generous girlfriend, who was clearly head over heels for you. Which she really was, in her own fucked up way. She had you fooled. Hell, she even had your family fooled, and that was serious. But how would they know you weren't happy when you barely saw them? When they thought that was the case because you were so in love that you had only eyes for your girlfriend and not because she'd guilted you into not leaving her alone?

Time passed and while that honeymoon-phase was still there, things slowly turned normal. The more comfortable you got around her, the more you thought she'd love and respect everything about you. That wasn't the case. She didn't like the normalcy of you going out with your friends or sisters, supporting Alexia whenever you could, visiting your mum or uncle. She didn't like that you seemed to take everything for granted now, as she'd said. Her words had surprised you at first. You thought she wouldn't mind you having a life beside her because you would come home to her, talk to her while giggling about the adventures you'd gotten up to, cook dinner for her, wind down and spend the night loving her. You thought she wouldn't need the constant reminder that you loved her, because you were there, you were hers. But she grew hostile after not seeing your commitment the way she wanted. She'd guilt you into things, brought up all the things she'd done for you and made you realise that yes, she had done more for you than you for her, if you looked at it in the transactional way. She soon crossed all your boundaries with her words and persistence, and it had tired you out mentally. You loved her, but not this side to her. She had been so good to you, and she still had her good days. You’d even convinced yourself you could fix her, heal your relationship to go back to how it was, that maybe you had been a little inattentive to her, after all. It had been your first genuinely long relationship, maybe you were just clueless and she was right for telling you what she needed. Because communication was key, right? And you knew it hadn't been your strongest skill in your last relationship either. But then she'd say those things again, filling you with the insecurity that it was your fault. She'd made it sound like you would never find anyone willing to put up with you. That you didn't have it in you to truly love, but that she would love you anyway. You didn't want to listen to her, but when someone keeps making you feel like shit, you eventually convince yourself you start to smell like it. You didn't want to be around her anymore. You didn't want to make love to someone who had made you cry mere minutes before, and she'd let you feel how she felt about being denied like that.

The last straw had been when she'd claimed you on the one day that was reserved for you and your family. You'd cried big silent tears all the way to your date, clutching the bracelet with dolphin and daisy charms your father had given you years ago. The bracelet she still had, by the way, but you wouldn't dare tell your sisters that, wanting them to live their life outside of prison walls. She'd made you feel guilty that those tears were even falling after she reminded you that she was doing this because of that day, telling you how ungrateful you were of her gesture to be there for you during dark times. She'd faulted you for not letting her in again, something that had quickly become one of your biggest insecurities. It was when your phone had lit up with your sister's name, probably worrying what was taking you so long, that you absolutely broke. You'd secretly accepted the call, knowing she would hate it if you would let your sisters invade the time she wanted with you. Alexia had grown incredibly worried by the sobs and mumbles she couldn't make anything of, her body growing rigid with anger when she heard her. Or her words, more like. Words directed towards you, words that broke you to your very core, words that you were crying your young heart out about, words that had made Alexia tear up herself in anger, sorrow and guilt. You, her little sister, the person she was supposed to protect from all the bad things in the world, especially after your father hadn't been there anymore. She'd hated herself for not realising she'd let you live with the devil all this time.

"Hey, sssh,"

You felt the warm pad of a thumb brush against your cheek. Your watery eyes looked up at Misa's warm ones, squinting into the light, but willing herself to open them further because of her worry for you. You realised you were clutching her shirt and that it had woken her up.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," You reared back and sat up against the headboard, quickly wiping your tears away. Ignoring Misa's worried eyes, you glanced at the chipped doorpost of your bedroom, remembering the story behind it. The story that had occurred on the same day where your daydream had just ended. Alexia's eyes would still flit to it each time she would walk into your room, that same guilt eating her up all over again.

"Y/N-" Misa was awake within the flick of a finger, sitting herself up and leaning forward to hold you. Then she halted. She knew the relationship you'd had with your ex, had seen you flinch the first time she'd wanted to hug you when she'd seen you cry on that curb. But that was then, weeks ago. Now, well, she was in your bed now... so she closed the gap, sensing you trusted her enough to do so.

Her cheek immediately rested against your messy hair when you buried yourself into her safe embrace. You should've felt better, but you felt fear eat you up. It terrified you to no end that you were starting to like someone so hard and so fast again, that you were letting her in faster than you'd ever had someone. This wasn't your usual... letting someone sleep in your bed and actually sleeping in it. And only sleeping in it. Together. In each other's arms. Waking up together, even. No kisses and no shy touches. Just... together. But Misa was different, you'd felt that from the start, so you knew you needed a different approach altogether. You needed to change something. Heck, you needed to change too and not let yourself be driven by fear and insecurity originating from obstacles of the past. Still, you knew a lot more needed to be done before that dark cloud looming above you would blow over.

Her arm pulled you closer, squeezed you against her, her warm lips grazing kisses against your hair. Whatever it was that had turned you so miserable, she hated how she had woken up after the damage had been done. That she hadn't been able to distract the thoughts from developing the second she'd see them appear in your eyes. She'd caught you turning quiet on numerous occasions now, usually whenever she was getting a step closer to getting to know you, a step closer to you letting her in. You had opened up to her about your situation, as you'd called it, as soon as you'd realised were things might be going, not wanting to disappoint Misa out of nowhere should you get the need to run. She didn't know everything about you yet, but she did know that whatever you thought was wrong with you, had been put in your head by someone else. It worried her, how she saw you downward spiral whenever you let your heart lead. And she knew this might be too good to be true, to have you in her arms right now and to think that she could have you in them forever. Which was why she cherished it even more. You were hurting, had scars on your heart. She couldn't blame you for distrusting love after never having truly experienced the good kind of love, the kind she could show you. But she would forever blame herself if she didn't wait for you to be ready to let her.

Admittedly, you were already comforted by the subtle scent of her perfume that had stuck to the shirt you'd given her to wear. You'd gotten it a few years ago while accepting a big burger challenge on a dare with your childhood best friend in some questionable joint downtown. Obviously, you'd failed, but they'd given you the shirt anyway after you'd gotten sick in their bathroom. You used to do stupid things like that, but you had been young, fuelled by heartbreak, the need to live with no regrets and by the stupidity of your other half, Abril, who had been one of the best additions to your life ever since kindergarten. You took in a sharp breath, realising that this moment, this entire thing you had going on, could very well be added to the that list of stupid things. You'd promised yourself never to lead someone on again, to not take their time only to pull away eventually. Still, this was Misa. She wasn't just some college fling or pretty face in a club you wanted to kiss.

You felt your heartbeat pick up when she let out a content sigh. This was Misa, you told yourself again, who was giving you all these feelings you had never felt in any of your past relationships. And to top it all off, she was making you feel like this and you weren't even together. Perhaps you needed to stop it before you would truly be deeply in love only for something to make the tables turn and have you want to undo this mistake as well. But Misa could never be a mistake in your eyes. You were. You'd known that from the countless of times you'd been told those three words. But your last ex didn't have to say that you were when you'd come to that conclusion all by yourself after realising what that gnawing worrying feeling in the pit of your stomach was. Love wasn't meant for you, or rather, you weren't deserving of it. Where you were a mistake, Misa was so so so right. She deserved better than the train wreck you were.

"You've got me." She mumbled against your head, sensing you weren't ready to tell her the reason behind your tears, and she was okay with that. It was a boundary you'd set and she respected. You would tell her if you wanted, and if you didn't, she'd find other ways to make you smile again, "I'm here, I've got you."

You sighed against her. Of course she wouldn't pry, wouldn't push you to communicate when you needed to come to terms with your feelings first. And of course, she would be here in your bed just to be with you, without expecting anything else from you or trying to pry your shirt off you with innocent arguments and pleas.

You let yourself go, willed your fears away and let your heart roar. Maybe you could be selfish and think you deserved her love, even if it was only for a little while.

She pulled you to lie back down, gently placing the linen covers over your body, making sure you were comfortable. Her hands rested above your waist over the sheets, her drowsy eyes making your stomach flutter with the utter delicacy of how she looked at you. She didn't say a word, not knowing if you even wanted her to continue to comfort you or if you wanted to forget about it as quickly as you could. So, you grabbed her hand, your thumb grazing over the valleys and hills of her knuckles before you placed a kiss on them.

"I slept really nice."

Misa smiled, adorably, as she finally seemed to properly wake up.

"Me too," She cleared her throat, growing uneasy by the flutters of her stomach as you kept looking up at her through your eyelashes. She'd never come across a woman who was as gorgeous on the outside as she was on the inside, but the proof that they really existed was resting in her arms. It hurt her that much more how you couldn't see how special you really were. How one of a kind you, Y/N Putellas, were.

"Thank you. For letting me stay."

You hid the yawn that crept up behind the covers, "I think that by now, I have more to thank you for." You quipped, that iresistible teasing glint to your eyes reappearing. She loved how you could entice her so quickly, know just how to look at her or what to say to tease her, then pull back just as quickly as if it was only normal to you. She'd been surprised by it at first, having only known your sister who was generally speaking usually more awkward than suave. Still, you were also related to Alba, so that probably explained it.

"Not really," Misa replied and lovingly tapped your nose, watching you scrunch it, "That was just me being a decent human being."

She watched as your grin disappeared, being reminded by the lack of such decency around you that had made you so foreign to being treated right.

A dog barked, people chatted, a tram whizzed by through the street. These sounds had been here ever since you had rented it when you landed your first job after uni. They had accompanied many a lonely night, been background noise to your crying and had lulled you to a slumber after an argument had left you panicking. You were so thankful that your friends had kept the place sacred by visiting almost every day, the memories with them outshining those bad ones. Knowing them, they'd done so with clear intention. It was exactly why you loved them with your entire being.

You swallowed, voice wobbling, "I should keep you around then."

You meant it, you did, you just couldn't help but see the irony in going against the fear that had just yelled at you from inside the moment the words had left your mouth. You were sure the angel on your shoulder was currently sticking her tongue out at the sulking devil on the other side.

Misa saw the conflict, "Well, I'm here if you want me around."

Her promise, one without any buts or ifs, without needing anything in return, made you let go again. At least, for now. At least for a little while.

"I want you to stay today."

She brushed your tousled bed hair out of your face, the simple gesture visibly making you calm down. She wanted to cling to you and never let go, but knew she had to stick to the promise she'd made herself— to let you set the pace.

"Then I will."

She reciprocated the adorable grin that made your face turn into one of pure childlike glee.

"Yeah?" It was pathetic, but you needed her to say it again, to hear her promise and to have it hit you in the heart. Perhaps if it heard Misa's promises often, it would thaw and finally let you love her.

"I promise."

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heart of gold - griff

you're here that's the thing - beabadoobee

ceilings - lizzy mcalpine

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five times melissa is possessive

content warnings: mentions of alcohol

“You get locked out of your computer again?” You asked with a smile as you entered Melissa’s classroom. She had texted you that she needed help with something, so here you were within a minute. “No, I can't find the worksheets I downloaded and I don’t even know what to search for. I’m so frustrated I wanna rip the computer off the desk and chuck it out the window,” The older teacher responded, getting out of her chair to make room for you and leaning against the desk she threatened to do damage to.

Sitting down, you began combing through her files in her downloads folder. You found them immediately, but didn’t wanna bruise her ego by telling her straight away. You leaned back, and a small but ornate picture frame caught your eye. Inside, it held a photo of you and Melissa, standing outside of a restaurant downtown.

You remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was the first time you had hung out with the redhead outside of work, the two of you arrived together meeting everyone to watch a game.

“C’mon hon, I’ll drive you home.”

“Wait! I need a picture, of us.”

Melissa’s laugh was like music to your ears, a symphony of happiness and warmth. “A picture? For what? Proof that I didn’t kidnap ya?”

“No silly, proof that we hung out and had a good time. You know, for the memories.”

She chuckled but accepted, wrapping her arm around your waist as she pulled you in and leaned in close for the picture.

“Perfect. I’ll send it to you.”

“Whatcha lookin’ at over there?” Melissa’s voice pulled you from the memory. “This picture of us, cute that you have it up here,” You told her, tracing your fingers over the details on the frame. She smiled before responding, “Yeah, I like to look at it throughout the day, it reminds me that I still have good things in the world.”

II.

The gym was full of bustling bodies getting ready to hear the announcement Abbott’s fun-loving principal had prepared for the day. Of course right next to each other were Melissa and Barbara, but Melissa’s purse held the seat to her right. Countless times she denied teachers and staff the chair, despite how full the room was getting. She was running out of excuses at this point, even Barbara had to ask. “Who are you holding that seat for?”

As if on cue, you finally came through the double doors. Janine waved you over to her, somehow she saved and scored seats close enough to the front, but a low voice stopped you from continuing in that direction.

“Hey, kid,” Melissa hollered for you and motioned you towards her. Silently, you stood for a second, torn between the better seat and Melissa. Not to mention if you ignored Janine, you’d have to spend the next week making up for it. Upsetting Melissa, you’d have to spend the next...

Quickly you made up your mind and walked towards the redhead, and she moved her purse just in time for you to sit down. You mouthed an apology to your other friend just in time.

“Finally, what took you so long?” Melissa asked you quietly, as Ava could now be seen on stage.

“Sorry, I was trying to finish up the last batch of test grading for the week.” You answered, honestly. Trying to keep your voices down, Melissa and you scooted closer together, leaning into each other’s spaces. Although, you noticed the older woman had stuck her heeled boot around the leg of your chair and you realized you couldn’t move it if you tried.

Despite Ava starting her announcement, Melissa kept talking to you. “It’s okay, hon. I just had to fight off a couple of vultures to keep this seat for ya.” You blushed at the idea of Melissa shooing people away from the chair you currently occupied.

“You didn’t have to do that, y’know. Save the seat for me and all. I’m sure I would’ve found space somewhere. But thank you.” Melissa huffed at your response and tried (barely) to not roll her eyes. “I know, but I like sitting here. I always sit here.”

You squinted at her for a moment, trying to connect the dots between your statement and hers. What did it matter that she liked sitting here? Nonetheless, you started paying attention to whatever the principal was talking about now, in hopes that it had been enough time for her beginning rambles to have subsided.

As the presentation came to an end, slowly everyone shuffled out of the gym and to their respective rooms, and quietly the three of you waited in your chairs for the masses to leave. While people-watching the room, you picked up on the conversation to your left.

“I should’ve known,” Barbara muttered to her friend. You assumed Melissa gave her a confused look, because Barbara not-so-subtly gestured to you and your seat. Melissa just rolled her eyes once again, but turned her attention to you. Her green eyes made you feel a rush of emotions as they met your own. “Hi,” she said quietly, as if she was worried about scaring you off. “Hi,” you replied. “Ready to go?” She asked, grabbing both of your bags off the floor as the two of you stood up.

The walk back to everyone’s classrooms was quiet, but you didn’t miss the look Barbara gave her friend again as she made her way into her own room. “Here’s your bag, hon. I’ll see you at lunch?” Melissa asked, handing you your belongings as she leaned against the doorframe of your classroom. “Yes you will, and thank you.” You replied, trying to hide the blush with your hair as you took your bag from Melissa and finally found peace inside your own classroom.

III.

You walked with your favorite redhead up and down the aisles of the grocery store, picking up ingredients for dinner tonight. After having a rough day, Melissa offered to make you dinner. You agreed, but only if she’d let you be there for every part, including the store. Usually the Italian liked keeping every part of cooking to herself, but she found herself enjoying sharing it with you. Even the mundane aspects like the grocery store were turned into such a lovely time between the two of you.

“I’ll go pick out the onions for the sauce, last time I left the job to someone else I regretted it. Would you mind picking out the wine hon? I’ll meet ya over there and then we can check out.” Melissa asked before leaving the aisle the two of you were in.

“Sure, see you over there,” You replied, and the two of you split ways momentarily. Taking your time, you slowly went down the first aisle of wines, reading each label carefully. Even though Melissa always trusted you with the wine, you were nervous every time. Down the second aisle, a gentleman approached you.

“Need help finding anything ma’am?” He asked. You took a step back from the wines before replying.

“Oh, no, thank you. My friend will be here in just a moment.” You went back to scanning the bottles, but the employee continued talking.

“I see you’re looking at our Bogle merlot! You know there’s a great winery with a merlot that has a very similar palette.”

“That’s nice, is it close by?” You asked to be nice, but didn’t bother looking at the man.

“It is, I know this area very well. Grew up here my whole life.” He replied. A couple minutes passed like this, him grasping at straws to continue the conversation and you completely disinterested. Finally, you grabbed a bottle and started walking away.

“Y’know if that’s all you’re getting I can check you out over here!” He offered. Before you could deny him yourself, a familiar voice spoke up from behind the two of you.

“She’s with me actually, we were just leaving,” Melissa announced her presence and began walking towards the two of you. You hoped the employee couldn’t read her as well as you could, but based on his wide eyes, your hope fell flat. It was clear the redhead was annoyed, and annoyed at him no less. She refused to break eye contact with him, glaring the entire time. When she caught up to you, she didn’t bother slowing down as she looped her arm with yours and continued to the checkout line.

“Took long enough Mel,” You teased, hoping to calm her down. Her lack of response told you it didn’t work. “I’m excited for dinner tonight, and I hope you liked the wine I picked out.”

“I’m sure I will, and I hope that guy loses his job here so he can stop preying on pretty girls that come by to get wine for their dinner plans,” She spat, but not at you. She was good at never making it at you.

“Oh calm down, babe. He was just doing his job,” You lied. You knew he was being a little too nice to you, but Melissa didn’t need to know those details.

“Well he was doing it too well for my liking.”

“I’ll make sure to never leave your side at the grocery store again, that way if another too good employee comes by you can stop them for me,” You joked. Melissa smiled again, and it was a beautiful sight to see.

“Good, I don’t like getting mean in front of ya.”

“Yes, you do!” You laughed. Melissa loved getting an attitude in front of you. She knew you liked it just as much as she did.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

IV.

Melissa knew she had a jealous streak, and when it came to you, a possessive streak as well. Most of the time neither of you minded, it made you feel special and the redhead feel wanted. Occasionally, Melissa had a hard time containing her emotions, especially the feelings she has towards you. She hated when those came to the surface.

So she sat, filled with jealousy and self-pity, as she watched you ignore her existence throughout the entire lunch period. Usually, you sat right next to her, she could talk about her morning and you would listen, occasionally offer advice. She loved getting to hear your version of your morning, since it was usually very dramatic and made her giggle, always.

Not today, though. Today, you were too occupied with the new librarian. Instead of listening to Melissa rambling, you were listening to him. She knew you didn’t like men very much, but it didn’t matter. The fact that you didn’t even greet her and there was only ten minutes left of lunch was enough to ruin her mood. Before the bell rang, Melissa sighed and packed up her things as quickly as she could. She said goodbye to Barbara, but not to you. If you weren’t going to say hello, she wasn’t going to say goodbye. She did, however, give you a dirty look at the last second before the door shut behind her.

You froze, it had been a long, long time since Melissa has given you a look like that one. Usually it was reserved for serious issues or people she didn’t care for too much, so you started going over the day in your head wondering what was going on with her. This morning you hadn’t seen her, and you hadn’t stopped by to chat with her for lunch yet, so-

There it was. With a sigh of relief you ended your conversations and made your way to the feisty redhead’s classroom. Instead of knocking, you slowly opened the door and allowed yourself in.

“Hi lovely, how was your lunch? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you so I wanted to stop by before grabbing the kiddos,” You announced your presence to the other woman, which went almost ignored. It wasn’t until you made it all the way to her desk that she spoke to you.

“Lunch was fine, I noticed you were busy with the fresh new hire so I kept my distance. Seemed like you needed it,” She responded shortly. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted your attention desperately, even if it was negative.

“Melissa...” You started, waiting for her to meet your gaze before continuing. She looked at you with anger, but you knew her, you knew that look. The only other time it happened was when you ditched your plans with her for an impromptu tinder date that went poorly. (She never let you live that mistake down, by the way). She was hurt, her feelings were hurt and she didn’t want to tell you.

“Why are you yelling at me? Is it because I didn’t talk to you all day?” You asked with a hint of teasing in your voice, enough to let Melissa know you were serious but not upset with her. She nodded, still having trouble admitting exactly what was going on inside the beautiful mind of hers.

“You know just because I’m friends with other people doesn’t mean I love you any less. And if you wanted to talk to me, you could’ve done so.”

Melissa sat there for a moment, digesting your words slowly. She looked away before responding. “I know, I justâ€¦It’s hard. I want your attention but I don’t want to ask for it. If you’re not giving it to me then I just think you don’t want to anymore.”

“Mel, no, no.” You stepped closer into her bubble and leaned against her desk. “I’ll stop anything I’m doing for you. Just ask, if I’m not showering you with enough love and affection already.” She smiled at that, thankful to realize you weren’t that mad at her.

“Okay, sorry for snapping at you hon. I won’t do it again,” Melissa looked up at you through her eyelashes and pouted out her bottom lip. You knew it would probably happen again, but you didn’t care. After a few months of nonstop flirting and teasing, you figured out Melissa returned some sort of feelings for you. However, it was just as clear that she was scared of whatever this was. Every time the two of you got close to having that conversation, she backed away. You could practically see the words falling off her lips before she would swallow them again. So you remained patient with her, she was worth waiting for. That much you knew.

“It’s okay my love, just save the glare for the other guy next time, yeah?” You playfully shoved her shoulder to punctuate your sentence, which got you an eye roll from the Italian. “Yeah, yeah, you’re fine.” You gave her one more sincere smile and hopped off the desk to go back to your own classroom.

“Hon?” Melissa’s voice stopped you at the door.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

It had been a few weeks since Melissa’s last “outburst,” if you would even call it that. But the “days since last incident” counter was about to go down to zero.

Melissa sat at the bar, waiting for your drink and hers, as she watched you float between your friends. She let her green eyes roam over your figure, the way your dress hugged your skin so tightly, she wished it was her own hands. The way you so effortlessly swayed your hips to the music, like you didn’t even realize it was happening. The older woman was so mesmerized, she almost missed the bartender setting down the two drinks beside her. As soon as she got sight though, she grabbed them and made her way over to you.

Out of the corner of your eye, there she was, beautiful as ever. It didn’t matter if it was the alcohol or Melissa, but you felt incredible.

“Thank you beautiful, what do I owe ya?” You asked as you grabbed your drink from your friend’s hand.

“How about a dance?” She answered your question with a question. Melissa let you take a couple sips before taking the drink back and dropping them off with your friends. As she turned around, the woman was about as red as her hair when she saw a man coming up behind you getting ready to try and dance.

You don’t know whose hands were on you first, but very quickly you were behind Melissa as she was staring down a much taller man.

“Can we help you?” She yelled more than she asked, keeping an arm over your side as she kept you behind her. You knew what was about to happen, the stranger was going to say something sly, Melissa would say something worse, and you’d calm her down before getting her on the dance floor again. Something in you decided to change that routine though, usually you stayed quiet when she got this way, stayed clear from the path of Schemmenti rage and watched thoroughly entertained.

Instead of staying out of her way this time and waiting for her, you leaned into it. How could you not when Melissa was getting ready to fight someone over you? You placed your hand gently over hers and rested your chin on her shoulder, immediately noticing her eyes flash over to you. Her grip tightened around your thigh in response.

“I was just trying to dance with a pretty girl, didn’t know that was a problem,” The stranger spoke and took a few steps back, throwing his hands up in false surrender.

“It is.” Melissa said, about to take a step forward, unwilling to let him get away. You felt her body shift against you and quickly wrapped your left arm around her, holding her against you.

“Baby, should we step outside for a second?” You asked Melissa, making a point to let her feel your breath linger for a second. She might get onto you for making her so flustered later, but that would be better than getting kicked out for a bar fight.

Without answering, she took your hand in hers and led you to the back exit, ignoring the questioning looks from your friends behind you. The cold wind felt sobering against your hot skin, although your hand was kept warm by Melissa’s. She was gripping it so tightly still, you wondered why she was still so frustrated.

“Mel? Are you okay?” You asked. Letting go of her hand you stood in front of her, gently brushing a few stray hairs behind her ear. Her cheeks were still so red, hands clammy, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her look at you so wide-eyed before.

“I...” She started. Melissa looked at your lips for a moment before returning to your gaze. “He can’t touch you like that.”

“I don’t even think he got a chance before you were back over there. Besides, why can’t he?” You challenged her. It was risky, hopefully with a reward.

She tightened her grip on your hand and pulled you close so your bodies were flush together. Sure, you knew a couple tricks to make Melissa blush or get flustered, but she was exceptionally good at it. Her fingers against your lower back started moving back and forth, sending chills up your spine. Her other hand let go of yours and found itself getting tangled in your hair.

“Because dolcezza, can he touch you like this? Hm? Would you be this needy for anyone else? You’re mine, you know you are.” The older woman’s words sent heat through your body.

“Prove it then.”

As quickly as the words were out of your mouth, Melissa’s lips were on yours. She was gentle at first, giving you an opportunity to stop if you want. When your own hands found themselves reaching to touch her more, she knew she got you. Her hand in your hair tugged a bit, and when you moaned in response Melissa took the opportunity to taste you. Feeling her groans against you, because of you, was a new high you would forever be chasing. Her grip on you was tight, she was unrelenting, not wanting to let you out of her sight again.

It was like the past few weeks of Melissa keeping her mouth shut had built up inside of her, she needed you, and she needed you to know that. Feeling herself getting too worked up, she gave you a few more kisses before pulling away. You couldn’t help but whine when she did so, missing her lips already.

“Yknow, I might keep letting people flirt with me if it means you kiss me like that every time,” You softly spoke. Melissa couldn’t help but laugh at that, even though the both of you knew she would not put up with that. Certainly not anymore. You were finally hers.

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slipping through my fingers | lewis hamilton

-> summary: Lewis is watching is daughter slip away through his fingers

-> pairings: dad!lewis hamilton x mom!reader

-> a/n: this was a really cute idea in my head but I hope it turns out okay 😭

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15 years ago, January 29th

It was just a few hours ago that little Savanna was born into this world. She had already been adored by both of her parents that loved her so much in these first few hours.

"She's quite cute isn't she?" Lewis said while looking down at the baby girl in his arms. Savanna was swaddled in blankets and being held by her father. Y/n looked over at Lewis as he held their newborn daughter. Even though y/n was very tired, she couldn't help but to slightly smile.

"Probably gets that from me." Y/n let out a soft laugh. Lewis laughed too.

"I couldn't agree more with that one," Lewis smiled at the baby in his arms that's his.

He couldn't believe that something this perfect and tiny was his. He has a child now and if felt so unreal to him still. It felt like to him it was only yesterday she was showing him the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, now he was holding his baby girl in his hands.

"I wish I could just freeze this moment and treasure it, it's so peaceful."

"Me too..." y/n agreed.

Y/n looked over at Lewis holding their daughter smiling at the sigh of it. They're finally a family after nine whole months of waiting. Their lives couldn't have been any better.

10 years ago, September 1st

"Okay, do you have everything you need Savanna?" Y/n asks as she grabs her daughter's Hello Kitty backpack, putting it onto her back.

The five-year-old nods her head and looks up at her mom. "Yes, mommy, you asked me that before we left the house too!" Savanna giggled in response. "I know, I'm just making sure!" Y/n smiled at her daughter and pulled out her phone from her pocket.

Lewis was standing next to y/n looking at Savanna and smiling at her. He leaned down to kiss her head and ran a hand through her hair. Savanna clung to Lewis hugging him.

"Okay fine...just one more picture though!" Y/n let out a soft laugh opening her camera.

"Mommy! I've got to go!" Savanna giggled again putting a smile on her face. She pulled away from Lewis standing in front of both of her parents.

"Just one more hug?" Y/n asked looking at Savanna getting down to her level to hug. Savanna ran up into her mother's arms embracing her mom. Y/n kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "Okay, okay! Just have fun and we'll pick you up after school?"

"We can even go for ice cream later!" Lewis exclaimed as he kneeled in front of Savanna. Both of them were smiling ear to ear pulling her into a tight hug.

"Yay!" Savanna exclaimed wrapping her arms around Lewis' neck.

Savanna pulled away one last time and looked around seeing other kids laughing and playing. She looked eager to go meet new kids and looked back up at her parents. Lewis and Y/n were standing next to each other. Lewis had his arm wrapped around y/n as they both had their eyes on Savanna. "Go, go have fun!" Lewis said to her and y/n smiled.

Savanna smiled at them and ran off to the entrance of the school where the other kids were. She turned around looking back at her parents, waving to them. "Bye, mommy! Bye, daddy!" She smiled and ran up to a group of kids.

Lewis and Y/n waved back and softly smiled at Savanna. They couldn't believe that she was growing up so fast. It was their daughter's first day of school and she wasn't looking back and rethinking.

8 years ago, July 25th

"You'll do great, sweetheart," Lewis hugged Savanna.

Today was Savanna's first big gymnastics competition. She's had competition before but nothing this big. There were so many other girls her age competing. It was quite intimidating, especially for a seven-year-old girl. Lewis and y/n would be there though to support their daughter even if they had to watch her from afar, they were still supporting her.

"You promise?" Savanna looked up into her father's eyes.

"I promise you, me and mom are going to be in the stans cheering you on the entire time, okay?" Lewis comforted her. He gently brushed a strand of curly hair out of her face.

Savanna hugged Lewis and y/n with a wide smile on her face. She took her water bottle and her bag with her and ran off to go with her team. Lewis held onto her hand until she started to turn away from him. Both parents were proud of their daughter and how far she's come along.

Savanna placed fourth overall in her events. Even though she didn't get first place, she still got a medal and a proud smile on her face.

"Mommy! Mommy! Daddy! Daddy!" The little girl came rushing up to her parents smiling at them. Savanna barely had her bag on her back and her water bottle hanging her tiny fingers. "Look! Look! I got a medal!"

"Oh, look at that!" Lewis looked at her and hugged her tightly. He placed a kiss on her forehead. "You did really good sweetheart."

"We're so proud of you, baby!" Y/n said as she looked at her daughter and smiled.

"Can we get some ice cream now?" Savanna looked up at Lewis and y/n with puppy dog eyes.

"Yes, we can go get ice cream now," y/n laughed softly and kissed her daughter's head.

Savanna smiled widely and let out a giggle. She was so excited to go get ice cream after a well-deserved day full of gymnastics. "Yay!"

Present Day, January 29th

"Happy birthday dear Savanna, Happy birthday to you! Blow out your candles, sweetheart."

Y/n smiled as she took a photo of Savanna, who was sitting in front of her cake with fifteen lighten candles on top of it. Lewis was next to y/n smiling at his daughter as blew out all fifteen of the candles on top.

"God, you're so old now!" Y/n joked as she smiled and looked at Lewis and Savanna.

"It's like yesterday you were in my arms for the first time and your mom was fawning all over you!" Lewis laughed and so did y/n while Savanna cringed.

"You guys are acting like it's a big deal, I'm only fifteen!" Savanna said as she looked at her parents.

Only fifteen.

That was the only thing Lewis could think of. He didn't realize it but his little girl was growing up right in front of him. He remembered thinking back on the day she was first born, when he said to y/n, "I wish I could just freeze this moment and treasure it, it's so peaceful." He wishes he still could.

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Ex Lover’s Lover

Relationship: Cooper Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Angst, Strong Language, Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 2,093

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Summary: Cooper Howard gets introduced to a new up and coming actress after his divorce is finalized. What happens when Barb finds out that Janey has been spending time with the two of them?

The sound of giggles and laughter filled the beautiful California ranch home. It was a sound that had almost never existed there again, but that all changed. Two adults were running around their dinning room in just their bathing suits because someone decided to tickle the other one.

“You ain’t gettin’ me, Coop! Not gonna happen!” The sweet accented voice rang through.

“Oh yes I am, darling.” He replied, darting around the table just in time to catch the woman. Wrapping his arms around her, Cooper began to drag her back outside to make use of their hot tub. She giggled the entire way back, and laughed when Cooper picked her up in a bridal hold to set her in the warm water. There was a tray of drinks waiting for them from before they had gotten side tracked.

“Now that we aren’t goin’ to be distracted any longer,” he groaned as he slipped into the warm water. “Here you are, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, hun. Ugh, this is just what I needed. You have no idea the day I have had.” She took a sip of her martini and relaxed further into the water. Cooper squeezed her thigh underneath the water to prompt her into talking about whatever it was.

“So the new Nuka-Cola ads ran today, and I get it, they want the prettiest image out of the bunch. But the retouching they did afterwards made my lips look twice their size. I look like I have clown lips,” pausing to take a sip, “and when I brought up my concerns to John he said, and I quote, ‘that’s what the people want. They want sex appeal.’ I’m selling a drink, not myself for a few bucks for the hour.” She ended her long rant with another sip of her drink.

“Darlin’ why don’t you find a new manager?” He asked, following her lead with his own martini.

“Cause John is a family friend. If I didn’t use him as my manager, my family would freak out. I’m tryin’ to get them out of the slums in Dallas.” Her voice wavered as she thought about it.

“Well, baby. What do you wanna do about it?” Cooper set down his glass on the ledge and turned his body fully towards his lover.

“I don’t know, Coop. I’m just hopin’ this bullshit dies down before the new movie. I’m just so stressed all the time right now. And I wanna go back to when I was actin’ for the love of it. Not just the love of a paycheck.” Downing the rest of her glass, and eating her olive, her hands were relieved of its glass by Cooper. He maneuvered her from her seat to his lap, and wrapped his arms around her middle.

“Darlin’, you can do whatever the hell you want. If you wanna get back into acting for the love of it, you can. If you wanna change a manager, let your family be mad. You’re gonna take over the world one day. I just hope I’m round to see it.” Howard started to press kisses to any and all skin he could get access to. He was briefly interrupted by her hand hitting his own shoulder, and he began to chuckle.

“Shut it. You’re not that old. You’ll still be around to see me reach your level of stardom.” She teased, pressing her lips against his. Their lips moved against each other as hands began to roam. The couple lost themselves in the moment, and did not pull away for anything. That was, until, someone’s stomach growled loudly.

“You hungry there baby?” Cooper teased, rubbing the front of her bathing suit, right over her stomach.

“You know drinking makes me hungry.” She whined, hitting her lover again when he laughed at her.

“If you think it’s so funny, you can go get food to bring out. How about that?” And she scooted off of Cooper to the bench seat of the hot tub. The man groaned, but made the move to get out of the warm water.

“Alright. What you want, baby?” He asked, wrapping his robe around him to make his way to the house.

“Can you get the cheese board from earlier? That sounds wonderful.” She leaned up to give him a kiss as he passed by, before settling back into the water. Cooper walked into the house and quickly found the board that she had made for an appetizer before their dinner. He was about to leave with the board when the phone rang. Setting the food down, Cooper padded over to the phone, and answered.

“Hello?” He asked, waiting to hear the voice on the other end of the line.

“Coop, hey. It’s me.” It was his ex-wife, Barb, on the phone.

“What do you want, Barb?” As much as he tried to sound indifferent, he was worried it came across as rude.

“Listen, I need you to take Janey. I have a big meeting at work tomorrow morning and my babysitter can’t make it. Please, I really need this favor.”

“It’s a Saturday tomorrow, Barb. What the hell you doin’ that’s so important?” He questioned, leaning against the wall.

“It doesn’t matter. Please, Cooper. Will you come take her for the weekend? You guys can start your week early this way.” She pleaded over the phone. Cooper scrubbed a hand over his face while the other held the phone.

“Alright. Alright, I’ll come get her. Be there soon.” He hung up the phone before she could say another word. With a deep sigh, he opened the door to the backyard and made his way over to the hot tub where his lover looked like she was about to fall asleep.

“Darlin’,” he shook her and watched her slowly come back to the land of the living. “Gotta go pick up Janey. Wanna come with me?”

“Yeah. I’d love to. You know I love that little girl.” She stretched and made her way out of the tub where Cooper waited with her robe. They made quick work of getting dressed and ready for the evening drive. The sun was just about to set when they left their house and got in the car.

It was a little over an hour before they arrived at Barb’s new house where the lights were still on. The entire drive over Cooper kept squeezing her hand, thigh, or really and part he could hold. There was something nerve wracking about seeing Barb knowing what he knew. He was not looking forward to it, but she was the mother of his child; that would never be taken away.

Getting out of the car, Cooper ran around and opened the door for his lover, before grabbing her hand to walk themselves up to the door. He knocked, and waited. The door opened up to the face of his ex-wife. She relaxed upon seeing Cooper, but was shocked to see the woman beside him.

“Hey,” Barb turned back to her ex-husband, “thank you for coming to get her. Come in. She’s just getting her things.” The couple walked inside the luxurious home. Everything in it looked like it was from a magazine.

“Cooper, may I talk to you?” Barb whispered, beginning to drag the man into the kitchen. He turned to his girlfriend, and only went when she nodded. Walking into the kitchen, he placed his hands in his pockets, and waited for her to speak.

“What is she doing here?” She just came out and said it.

“What do you mean?” Cooper responded.

“Don’t give me that, Coop. I thought it was just her imagination, but now I can see that Janey wasn’t lying.” Barb continued, placing her hands on her hips.

“The hell do you mean?” He asked once more.

“What are you doing with a girl young enough to be your daughter?” It was finally out in the open.

“Barb,” Cooper began, “she is a wonderful lady and I’m really happy with her. She’s of legal, consenting age. I didn’t coerce her into anything. She makes me happy and she makes Janey happy.”

“But she is so young. What’s gonna happen when she decides she doesn’t want to be with you anymore and leaves? Then you and Janey are heartbroken.” Her stern words caused Cooper to reel back as if he had been slapped.

“Wow. You really think that she is going to leave me just like that? Because of my age?” He watched as Barb stammered and tried to back pedal on her words. But Cooper just held up a hand, and silenced her.

“Listen, we’ve talked about our age difference. Hell, this is not the first time that I’ve thought about that. But every time I try and bring it up, she’s the one that puts me in my place. We love each other, of course I want her to be around Janey. And they love each other.” Cooper had stunned Barb into silence. The sincerity in his words was shocking to his ex-wife. All she could do was nod without a word as she tried to think. But before she could get another word in, footsteps ran into the kitchen.

“Daddy!” Janey yelled, happily throwing herself at her father.

“Oh, hello sweet pea! You been good for your momma this week?” He pressed a kiss to her cheek as he set her back down. She nodded eagerly, and smiled, which prompted her parents to smile. Another set of footsteps came in the room.

“Sorry, I know y’all were talkin’. But she was so excited to hear daddy was here.” Cooper’s girlfriend had made her way into the kitchen. Neither her nor her lover missed the way Barb’s face screwed up at the mere sight of her. Extending her hand, she introduced and gave her name to the older woman.

“It’s very nice to finally meet you. Janey has told me so much about you.” Barb shook the woman’s hand with a firm grasp.

“Likewise,” she turned to her daughter, “alright. You go have fun with daddy and his friend?”

“She’s not just his friend. Daddy loves Cola like he loved you, mommy.” Her words held an innocence that only a child could have. The three adults looked in between each other with solemn looks.

“Come on, Janey. Let’s let momma and daddy finish their conversation. Can I have the keys, please?” She held out her hands, and offered one to Janey while the other waited for the keys to the car. Cooper handed them over and sent a smile towards his girls as they left.

“At least she’s polite. That seems to be a lost skill for this generation.” Barb commented, tapping her nails against the counter top.

“Yeah she is. Listen, she’s going to be a staple in my life and Janey’s for the foreseeable future. So just try and keep the comments to a minimum. Good luck at your meeting.” And with that, Cooper left his ex-wife’s presence.

When he left the house, he felt like he could breathe again. Letting out a sharp exhale, Howard did not notice his ex-wife watching him from the window with a mournful expression. He opened the car door and smiled at the sound of laughter.

“Now what are we laughing about in here, huh?” He pressed, turning towards his daughter and lover. They shared a look and giggled to themselves once more.

“Nothing. Just laughing about the new advertisement that Janey saved.” She replied, showing Cooper the clipped out image. It was the same one that she had been lamenting over earlier in the hot tub.

“Gotta say darlin’. Clown look is a good look on you.” Everyone laughed at that, and Cooper handed the image back to his daughter before driving out and away, back to his house.

“Can we get ice cream?” Janey piped up after a minute. Cooper looked in the mirror to his daughter, and then over to his lover in the passenger seat.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Whatcha say, Nuka-Cola? Want a Nuka-Cola float?” He teased, squeezing her thigh when she slapped his shoulder.

“Maybe a root beer float. Do you know the chemicals in Nuka-Cola?” She quipped back, holding Cooper’s hand tightly in hers on her lap.

“Alright, well, let’s go get something for y’all’s sweet tooth.” They continued driving, talking, and laughing all the way to the ice cream parlor. And it was there,the Cooper realized that he could find a second chance at love and a family.

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