#go get your food Omar!!
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One More Favor
Pairing: Titans!Dick Grayson x fem!reader (most of this fic takes place in/around Titans 1x2)
Summary: When Dick takes Rachel out of Detroit, he needs help, but he'll have to call in a few favors first.
Word Count: 5.0k+ words
Warnings: POV changes (that hopefully make sense), fluff, a little bit of angst, descriptions of injuries/self-harm (reader cuts her arm open to remove a tracker), several descriptive fight scenes, guns?, spoiler for Titans.
A/N: This is my first Dick Grayson fic, and I actually wrote it several months ago and just got around the editing it. Dick may be OOC, but I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think!
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Gotham City - 4 Years Ago
The heavy door creaks as it is pulled open, warm air blowing out into the cold rain. You step inside, dropping your umbrella in the overflowing bin and wiping your shoes on the mat. Shivering slightly, you run your hands up and down your arms, attempting to warm up.
“Hi, Alfred,” you greet as you look over at him, your smile dropping at the solemn look on his face. “What happened?”
“Master Grayson left last night. He left you this,” Alfred answers as he hands you an envelope, your name written in Dick’s handwriting across the front.
“He’s not coming back, is he?” you ask, tears welling in your eyes.
“I’m afraid not. Would you like some tea?”
“No, thank you, Alfred. I’m going to go home,” you say as you pull the door open and step out, waiting for the door to close behind you. You take a deep breath and start running, not even thinking about the umbrella you left. As your tears mix with the rain on your skin, your heart feels about as warm as the Gotham City air.
Fremont, Ohio - Present Day
“Where are you taking me?” Rachel asks, spinning one of her rings on her finger as she looks out the window.
“To see an old friend. She can help us,” Dick answers, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel.
An hour later, Dick checks his phone while he waits in the car as Rachel goes into a truck stop. He tracks her through the window as he dials a number he hasn’t called in years. It rings several times, and he thinks he won’t get an answer.
“Hello?” A voice asks as the line connects.
“Hi, Alfred, it’s me.”
“It’s been a long time, Master Grayson.”
“I know. This is a one-time thing; I need a favor.”
Omar, Ohio – Present Day
You enter the diner, sighing as you fall into a booth. Looking up at the television mounted in the corner, you see a story about yet another murder in Detroit. It’s almost as bad as Gotham City these days.
“How’s my favorite customer today?” Dan asks as he walks to the booth, his apron still on.
“I’ll bet you say that to all of your customers,” you counter with a smile, your hood still pulled over your head.
“I most certainly do not. What can I get you today?”
“Just some tea, please.”
“You need to eat.”
“Will you let me pay?”
“You know the answer to that.”
“I’m not letting you give me free food every day, Dan. Just tea.”
“Fine,” Dan sighs, returning to the kitchen and passing your order to a waitress.
The bell above the door chimes as it opens, a few sets of footsteps echoing as the door closes. You pull your hood up further, turning to face the back corner. Kelsey, Dan’s only waitress at this hour, drops off the mug of tea and a book, smiling at you as she walks away. She’s been lending you books since you first visited two months ago. You slide it closer, shaking your head as you read the summary: a vigilante who gets a new partner. Sounds familiar.
Benton, Pennsylvania – 3 ½ Years Ago
You take a deep breath before you dig the knife into your arm, making a shallow slice from the middle of your forearm up to your elbow. After you drop the knife into the hotel bathroom sink, you grab a pair of tweezers from the first aid kit and dig around, gritting your teeth as you ignore the pain. When you finally see a glint of silver, you grab it and pull. The tracker makes a ‘clink’ sound as it falls into the sink and goes down the drain. You sigh as you pick up the pre-threaded needle and start on the stitches. Good luck finding me now, Bruce.
Norwalk, Ohio – Earlier Today
“If the police are looking for me, is it smart to be on an interstate?” Rachel asks.
Dick sighs, knowing she is right. He pulls off at the next exit, getting on a small Ohio state route and heading south. They drive for about thirty minutes before coming to a small diner, claiming to have the state’s best chicken and waffles. Dick is ready for a break, so he doesn’t fight Rachel when she asks him to stop. They walk into the diner, and Dick looks around, planning escape routes and scanning for trouble. The waitress and the cook both say hello as Dick and Rachel sit by the window, the kitchen and the door visible. Dick looks at the only other customer, a girl in an oversized sweatshirt leaning over a book and nursing a mug of something.
“I’m Kelsey. What can I get you, folks?” Kelsey smiles as she approaches their table.
“Chicken and waffles, please,” Rachel orders.
“Coming up, and for you, sir?”
“Just coffee,” Dick answers, smiling.
Dick watches as the cook takes the order from Kelsey before nodding toward the girl in the booth. Kelsey walks over and starts talking to her, but Dick can’t tell if it is a friendly conversation or a ‘you need to leave’ conversation. Kelsey’s shoulders drop as she turns around and walks back to the kitchen pass-through, shaking her head as she speaks to the cook. A plate and a mug slide onto the counter, and Kelsey carries them over to Dick and Rachel, telling them to let her know if they need anything.
“What are you looking at?” Rachel asks.
“I’m trying to figure out what’s going on over there,” Dick answers, gesturing across the restaurant with his chin.
Rachel looks over and cocks her head slightly, “Kelsey’s happy but a little worried, the other one is really hard to read.”
Dick nods, sipping his coffee as he looks up at the television screen. His heart drops as Rachel’s picture appears on the screen, but it is gone before he can say anything. Dick looks toward the kitchen, but no one is there. Turning his head, he sees the cook talking to the other customer, sitting at the booth with her. Kelsey and the cook stand, and the cook returns to the kitchen as Kelsey walks toward their table.
“How is everything?” Kelsey asks.
“Great. Those were definitely the best in the state,” Rachel answers.
“Need anything else?”
“Just the check,” Dick answers, reaching for his wallet.
“It’s been covered,” Kelsey assures before clearing the table.
“By who?” Dick asks, eyebrows furrowing as Kelsey smiles.
The girl in the booth looks up suddenly, leaning to look out the window. She stands and moves toward Kelsey, telling her something before walking out the back door, the book she had been reading abandoned at the booth. Kelsey whispers something to Dan before turning quickly to walk back to Dick and Rachel.
“Someone is here for her,” Kelsey says to Dick, gesturing toward Rachel, “there’s a room through the kitchen with a back door.”
Dick and Rachel stand quickly, following her through the kitchen. They all freeze at the sound of gunshots, then begin moving again.
“Why are you helping us?” Dick asks.
“Favor for a friend,” Kelsey answers as she opens the back door. “Be careful.”
Dick nods as he ushers Rachel to stand on one side of him, gripping his gun in his other hand as they slowly round the building. The girl in the sweatshirt, who Dick really needs a new name for, is standing in the parking lot, a pipe falling from her hand and three unconscious men sprawled on the ground around her. She looks up before dropping her head, putting her hands in her pocket, and walking away. Dick hears one of the men groan and decides to leave before they come to. Rachel keeps asking him if he knows the girl, and the only answer he can supply is, “I don’t think so.” Maybe he should make it his new catchphrase.
Gotham City – 4 Years Ago
You enter your apartment and grab your backpack, dumping its contents out on the floor before you run around and grab what you consider “essentials”: an extra pair of shoes, a change of clothes, cash, a fake ID, a sweatshirt, a blanket, and the letter from Dick. You slide the letter into the protected laptop pocket of my backpack, promising yourself you will read it someday, but not right now. You put on your best pair of sneakers, comfortable and warm clothes, and a jacket with a hood before walking to the ATM, emptying your account, and ditching your card before boarding a bus to Princeton. As you watch Gotham City fade behind the bus, you cry because you lost a part of yourself, and you know it would hurt too much to see reminders of him. So, you leave.
Glen Easton, West Virginia – 2 Years Ago
You check into the small motel with cash and a fake ID, grateful you can sleep in a real bed for once. You find your room and collapse against the small mattress, setting your backpack beside the bed. You open it and pull out a change of clothes before showering. The letter from Dick is still in the computer pocket, unopened. When you think you are finally ready to open it, you get scared about what is inside it and change your mind.
You retrieve the sweatshirt from the bottom of the backpack and put it on. Then you order a pizza and turn on the TV. The sweatshirt is the only thing that provides you comfort after leaving Gotham City. You left everything that tied you to that life, except the sweatshirt, and nights like this make you wish you had realized Dick was going to leave and chased him.
Omar, Ohio – Present Day
“Why are we driving around in circles? I thought you were taking me somewhere?” Rachel asks.
“I’m looking for the girl that helped us,” Dick mumbles as he looks across the street.
“Oh,” Rachel says with a smile.
“What does that mean?”
“You’ve felt different since you saw her in the diner.”
“She just reminded me of someone I used to know.”
“Someone you knew. Seems like a lot more emotion than simple acquaintances.”
“Fine, we were best friends. We did- some stuff together and we were super close,” Dick said, failing to find a way to explain their vigilante activities.
“You did stuff together?” Rachel repeats incredulously.
“Not like that,” Dick huffs. “We just- she was my best friend, and I haven’t seen her in a while.”
“Why?”
“I left.”
“You left her?”
“I didn’t leave her; I left the life I had then.”
“And by extension, her,” Rachel scoffs. “Why haven’t you called her?”
“I tried, once. Her number had been disconnected and I didn’t know her new one. Or if she even wanted to talk to me.”
“Surely you know someone who would’ve stayed in contact with her. Call them.”
Dick sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He does know someone.
“Right now,” Rachel adds, “I can feel your sadness and it’s bumming me out.”
Dick pulls over, pulling his phone from his pocket and typing the number. “It’s me again. I need one more favor,” he says when the line connects.
“Of course, Master Grayson,” Alfred agrees.
“I’m looking for,” he glances at Rachel, who is listening intently, before finishing, “her. I was wondering if you had a new number for her. Or know where she is?”
“Master Grayson,” Alfred says sadly, “we haven’t seen her in four years.”
“Four years?” Dick asks, eyes widening.
“Yes, sir. She left right after you did.”
“Did you give her the letter?”
“I did. She ran out of the manor, literally, after I gave it to her. We have not heard from her since.”
“Any idea where she went?”
“Last we knew she was in Benton, Pennsylvania. But that was nearly three and a half years ago. I’m sorry, Master Grayson.”
“Thanks, Alfred,” Dick says before hanging up.
“Sorry,” Rachel says quietly, “I shouldn’t have made you call.”
“Not your fault,” Dick assures her before pulling out. He slams on his brakes and backs up, turning into an alley and parking.
“What?” Rachel yells, gripping her seat.
“I think she’ll go back to the diner, they seemed to know her. Enough to give us free food on her behalf.”
“That’s what you think happened?” Rachel asks sarcastically.
“You’re the one that read their emotions.”
Rachel sighs before agreeing, “You’re right. She’ll go back.”
They find a small motel and get a room for the night, leaving their stuff in the room before returning to the diner. Entering, Dick and Rachel look around but only see the cook and a different waitress.
“Welcome back,” the cook, who introduces himself as Dan, greets.
“Hi, Dan. We’re looking for the girl who was in here this morning. She was wearing a grey sweatshirt, reading a book, and left quickly out the back door,” Dick explains.
“Yeah, I know her. Why are you looking for her?”
“She helped you. That’s why you’re so nice to her, if not a little protective, isn’t it?” Rachel asks.
Dan’s brow furrows as he answers, “Yes, she helped me.”
“We’re not trying to hurt her or get her in trouble or anything. She helped us this morning and we’d like to repay the favor,” Dick promises. “Could you at least give us her name?”
“I don’t know her name,” Dan answers. “But she’ll probably come back here in the morning.”
“Thank you,” Dick and Rachel say together.
The following morning, Dick checks out of the motel and drives to the diner. They both look to the booth where she sat yesterday as they walk in, frowning when they see no one there. Kelsey smiles as she greets them and takes their order, exactly as they had yesterday. Dick spins his mug around as he watches the television, trying to keep himself from staring at the door.
“Dick,” Rachel whispers a few minutes later. She gestures toward the counter, where the girl is now sitting, wearing the same sweatshirt as yesterday.
Before Dick can do anything, Dan’s voice fills the diner. “All three of you need to get somewhere safe. Everyone in town is talking about some secret service agents asking about you folks.”
“All of us?” The girl in the sweatshirt asks.
“You know how these people feel about cops, but they’ll come in here eventually and you don’t need to be here,” Dan says.
“11 North Country Road 29,” the girl in the sweatshirt calls as she stands, “you got that?”
“Yeah, we got it,” Rachel answers, practically dragging Dick to the front door.
Dick gets in the car and speeds toward the address, hoping that the girl in the sweatshirt will meet them there. And give them her name. He parks between the house and a row of trees, where the car is hidden from the road. The back door is unlocked, and Dick sweeps the house before ushering Rachel in. Several minutes later, the back door opens again, and the girl in the sweatshirt walks in, coming face-to-muzzle with Dick’s gun. Her hands are raised as he lowers the gun.
“Sorry,” Dick apologizes as he holsters it.
“Not a problem. I’d give it a few hours before leaving,” the girl says, moving past them.
“Thank you. For yesterday and right now,” Rachel says.
“Least I could do. I’ll be in the back room if you need anything.”
Rachel waits until she is out of earshot to turn toward Dick and ask, “She really reminds you of this girl doesn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Dick sighs. “That obvious?”
“Your shame is practically choking me. Why did you hurt her?"
“I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s not an excuse, Dick.”
Rachel walks toward the back room, determined to find a way to help Dick get over his hurt.
Omar, Ohio – 2 Months Ago
“Take your hands off the girl,” you demand as you enter the dark room.
Three men turn toward you, one raising a gun as the others take a step closer. You see a girl tied to a chair, a gag in her mouth, blood everywhere, and fear in her eyes.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with, sweetheart,” the man with the gun growls.
“Right back at ya,” you say, taking a threatening step toward him.
The two other men charge toward you. You catch one of their fists as they throw it toward you, twisting him in front of you to encounter the brunt of the other man’s hit as he throws it. Their shared momentum knocks them both to the floor. You slide across the floor, elbowing the third man’s knee as you grab his hand, flipping his wrist so the gun falls to the floor. You pick it up and level it at his temple.
“One more time: let the girl go,” you demand slowly.
One of the men on the floor throws a knife, which spins in the air and nicks your arm. You glance toward him before swinging the gun and taking three shots, taking out one knee on every man. As they groan in pain and roll on the floor, you untie the girl and ask her where to go. She directs me to her father’s diner.
“I’m looking for Dan,” you say as you carry her through the back door.
Dan comes running, grabbing his first aid kit as he sits beside her. “Your arm needs attention?” he asks as he points to your scarred forearm and the small bloody patch from the knife.
“No, I’m all good. Thank you.” You begin to stand, but he stops you, refusing to let you leave until you eat something.
“You’ll never pay here. Come back anytime,” Dan says when you leave an hour later.
Omar, Ohio – Present Day
“Sorry about him,” Rachel says as she walks into the back room.
“It’s completely fine.” The girl in the sweatshirt laughs softly, her hand playing with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Rachel says as she sits in a chair across from her.
“How long have they been looking for you?”
“About a week. Since they killed my mom.”
“I’m sorry.”
Rachel shrugs. “Just so you know, the guy I’m with, Dick, he’s a cop. And he’s not usually this weird.”
She laughs again, looking up long enough that Rachel can see her face.
“You remind him of someone he used to know.”
She shakes her head before changing the subject. “You’re Rachel, right? I’m assuming you can do something, otherwise, they wouldn’t be looking for you.”
“I can feel what other people are feeling. There’s something inside of me, but I don’t know what it is.”
“Rachel, you can learn to control it. It’s obvious you’re a good person.”
“I tried to read your emotions at the diner yesterday,” Rachel admits, “but you have a lot, and they were overlapping.”
“A lot has happened to me in the last few years. I don’t even know what I’m feeling all the time.”
“They’re clearer now. You’re sad and regretful,” Rachel says quietly.
“I don’t care that you’re looking, Rach. The more you use your powers, the better you’ll get at them. And you’re dead on.”
“Sometimes, when I touch people I can see some of their memories,” Rachel explains.
The girl in the sweatshirt smiles. “You don’t even know my name.”
“What’s your name?”
She extends her hand and answers, “Find out.”
Gotham City is cold in winter, and the freezing rain is not helping the temperature issue. Robin is fighting behind me, our backs touching as we take down the last of the numerous bad guys.
“Nice work,” Robin says as he smiles at me. “But you’re cold, stop touching me.”
“Oh? I am cold? Your Kevlar is practically frozen,” I respond sarcastically.
He pulls me into his side, pressing the button on his belt to turn on his cape heater.
The setting changes: a large door opens, and an umbrella is placed in a bin, destined to be forgotten.
“-left last night. He left you this.”
An envelope trades hands, and a name is written on it. The door is opened and closed, then running in the rain gives way to stressed packing and boarding a bus. The same envelope is unopened years later, a new scar appears on a forearm, the same backpack is stashed in a motel, and a sweatshirt is the most prized possession.
Omar, Ohio – Present Day
“It was you,” Rachel says, her eyes wide as her hand slips from yours.
“What was?” you ask.
“You’re the girl Dick left, the one he’s feeling so guilty and sad about.”
“He what?”
“He saw you in the diner and was reminded of a girl he used to know. He said they ‘did stuff together.’ You don’t look like that girl; you are that girl.”
“What did you see?” you ask, confused about how exactly her powers work.
“I see some of the most important things in your life. I saw you fighting with Robin and then learning that someone left. You’ve been on the run since then, haven’t you? And the sweatshirt means something.”
“What do you know about Robin?”
“I know who he is. I know what he went through. I think you two should talk.”
A noise outside causes you to stand suddenly. “Stay here.”
You walk out, seeing Dick holding his gun as he moves toward a window. You move to the other side of the room, by another door, and stand against the wall as the door is kicked open. A hand holding a gun comes inside; you grab the wrist and slam it down against your knee. The gun hits the floor and slides away. The man raises both hands to your shoulders, pushing you backward and into the wall. You form a fist and slam it up into his chin, his head snapping back as his grip on you loosens. While you fight him, Dick takes on a second man who enters the house.
Dick moves behind the door, grabbing the man’s shirt collar and flipping him to the floor. He attempts to get information from him but comes up empty. Slamming his fist to his nose repeatedly, Dick doesn’t stop until the man loses consciousness. He looks over and sees the girl in the sweatshirt standing from the floor, wiping blood from her nose.
“That was impressive. You two could be partners,” Rachel says as she walks in, smirking as she looks over at you.
Dick opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, telling them, “You two should get out of here while you still can.”
“I’m not leaving,” Rachel says, crossing her arms. “Not until you two talk.”
“About what?” Dick asks.
“Rachel,” you warn.
“She’s right. We do need to get going.”
“Show him.”
“Either we need to leave, or I need more information,” Dick sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
A phone rings in the back room, and you walk away to answer it, releasing a breath as you realize it was Kelsey.
“What was that about?” Dick whispers.
“You two have to talk before you never get a chance again,” Rachel says.
“Someone broke into your house and assaulted several officers,” you say as you return, “the police are calling a nationwide manhunt for you, Rachel.”
“I am not leaving without you,” she says, stepping toward you and grabbing your hand.
Her eyes fall to the sleeve before she glances up at you and pushes the sleeve up. You push it back down quickly and look away from her.
“I can’t go with you,” you say sadly, shaking your head.
“You can if you want to,” Dick offers, “you’ve been a huge help.”
You look toward Rachel, who only nods as she squeezes your hand.
“Just tell him,” Rachel whispers.
You take a deep breath before you look up and pull your hood down. “Hi, Dickie.”
Dick’s eyes widen as he takes a hesitant step forward.
“Rachel said I remind you of someone,” you say. “I thought-“
Dick cuts you off by rushing forward and hugging you tightly. You return the hug, gripping him tightly and burying your face in his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I left,” Dick whispers.
“It’s okay.”
“Tell him everything else,” Rachel encourages from beside you.
You squeeze Dick one more time before pulling back and saying, “I left Gotham City after you did. Alfred gave me the letter and I just ran. I’ve been in a bunch of small cities since then, but nowhere as long as here. I saved Dan’s daughter from some kidnappers and just stayed for some reason.”
“Alfred said he didn’t know where you went after Benton,” Dick says.
“I cut my tracker out in Benton,” you explain, pulling your sleeve up and exposing the scar.
He reaches forward and gently runs his fingers up the scar. “Tracker?”
“Right. Bruce told me he sedated you when he gave you yours, something about you being too excited about being in the bat cave.”
“He put a tracker in me?”
“He put trackers in all of us.”
The phone rings twice before silencing. “That’s our cue to leave,” you say.
Columbus, Ohio – 1 Week Later
“How’s your arm?” you ask as you enter the room.
“Healing quickly,” Dick answers, smiling as he looks up at you from the hotel bed.
“Looks good,” you say, gently holding his arm, “yours probably won’t scar.”
“Pizza’s here,” Rachel calls as someone knocks on the door.
Dick answers the door and gets the pizza while you and Rachel get drinks from the mini-fridge. You all sit on the small couch as you eat, and you can’t help but think of old times. The following morning, you, Dick, and Rachel load into Dick’s car and drive toward Covington.
“Are you going to tell him?” Rachel asks as we wait in the car while Dick goes into a police station.
“Tell him what?’
“That you still love him.”
“I-“
“I can feel it. I could feel it when he was Robin and when you found out he left, in the safe house, and right now.”
“I don’t know, Rach.”
Dick sighs as he gets back in the car. “I got the description of the woman who broke into the crime scene.”
“Where to now?” you ask.
“Arcade. 5 miles north,” Rachel answers.
You laugh lightly as you shrug at Dick.
“An hour,” Dick says as he puts the car in gear.
“And a half,” you and Rachel correct together.
You give her some cash before you and Dick find a seat where you can see the entire arcade.
“You’re good with her,” you say as you steal a fry from his plate.
He playfully swats your hand away before moving his plate closer. “So are you,” he agrees.
You watch Rachel for a moment before looking down at your sweatshirt sleeve.
“Are you okay?” Dick asks, his hand landing on your arm.
“Yeah,” you say with a nod, still looking down. “This sweatshirt is the only connection I’ve had to you for the last four years.”
“What?”
You extend your arm toward him, watching his face as he grabs your wrist and looks at the sleeve, his initials and a small Robin messily embroidered on it.
“You kept it?” he asks.
“Of course, I did.”
“Mine’s in the trunk of my car,” he admits, smiling as he looks back up at you.
“Really?”
“You think that I’d leave it after all the hard work we put into them? I couldn’t leave it behind; it felt like leaving you behind. I tried to call you.”
“I left my phone; didn’t want Bruce to come after me.”
“Why does Rachel keep telling you to talk to me?”
You laugh before answering, “There’s something I haven’t told you and she wants me to.”
“What?”
“That I’m in love with you,” you whisper, looking into his eyes.
Dick is silent as he stares at you, his hand still wrapped around your wrist.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said any-“
Dick pulls your wrist gently, slamming his lips to yours. His other hand raises and wraps around the base of your neck, pulling you closer. You move your hands to his waist, pulling yourself closer to him as you kiss him like he’s your source of life.
“I take it you told him,” Rachel says, suddenly standing on the other side of the table.
Dick pulls back, smiling at you before saying, “Shut up, Rachel.”
“I’m out of money.”
Dick pulls a fifty from his wallet, handing it to her and smiling in gratitude as she walks away. She nods and returns the smile.
“I love you,” Dick says.
“I love you,” you respond, stealing another one of his fries.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too. I wanted to find you but had no idea where to look.”
“Rachel was right. We could be partners. Again.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Grayson,” you smile before kissing him again.
“You didn’t read the letter did you?”
“I couldn’t,” you admit, shaking your head, “hurt too much. Why?”
“I wrote it to tell you I loved you. I wanted to take you with me but was scared.”
“I guess I should read it then, because I love you, too, Dickie.”
You and Dick watch as Rachel walks toward you, a tall woman with bright Magenta hair on one side and a green-haired boy on her other side.
When they reach the table, Rachel says, “This is Kory and Gar. They have some interesting stories.”
“This feels familiar,” you mutter to Dick as you stand up.
“I’m gonna need a bigger car,” Dick says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.
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LEBANON EMERGENCY https://muslimcharity.org.uk/lebanon/?gad_source=1&gclid=CjwKCAiAlcyuBhBnEiwAOGZ2Sx_SXBIUhy6JwljcMSd11Ke7bfW5zEgEYhWpn65iEAxp0lL7EMfujRoCpakQAvD_BwE
BRANDS TO BOYCOTT:
https://www.boycotzionism.com/
Palestine: http://paypal.com/paypalme/UsmanaliF
Congo: http://freecongo.org
Yemen: http://yemenfoundation.org/donate/
Sudan: https://paypal.com/donate/?hosted
GO FUND MES
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𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺 ོ
𝘑𝘫 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳
Y/n and Jj decided to have a beach date without the rest of their pouge friends. They love hanging out with them but they just needed a one on one day after everything they been through.
sort small blurb
not proof read/edited
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Y/n sat on her beach chair under an umbrella with hard lemonade in her cups holder. Y/n and jj decided to have a beach date taking time away from the group. They went to a public beach surrounded by family’s, friends and couples on vacation. The sounds of segals mixed with the different genres of music playing in the background including reggaeton, country and pop. The smell of sunscreen, saltwater and bbq filled their noses. Although it wasn’t the most peaceful setting they loved the community vibe. They needed some happiness and sun after everything with losing the gold.
Soon jj came back with food he got at a stand. He got them sandwiches and more beer.
“Here you go darlin’. I got you turkey” jj said handing her the sandwiches as he placed the beers in the cooler.
“Thank you love” she grabbed the wrapped paper that said turkey unwrapping it taking a big bite.
“Ooh these are so good oh my” she said with her mouth full.
“Yea maybe keep it in your mouth then..” he said with a small laugh.
Y/n gets her speaker playing the pouges beach playlist called “the bitch” with a picture of jj passed out on his surf board. Omar Apollo’s,“Kamikaze” started playing which cause y/n to immediately perk up.
“Oh my god he’s go good I can’t-” she put her sandwich in a sand free spot and got up turning up her music. She started dancing getting a few looks from people but she didn’t care. She was vibing.
“Alright y/n sit down and eat your sandwich.” Jj joked with her
“Fuck you boy, imma leave this state and never come back, never never come back.” She sang along. After the song finished she finally sat down finishing her sandwich.
After a few minutes jj got up grabbing her hand and leading them to the ocean. They had to zig zag through the groups of people but they made it to the coast. There were little kids in the shallow part, they walked passed them going waist deep into the water. The swam closer to now being shoulder deep floating in the ocean. They were farther away from the shore in a little more secluded area with just them but not too close to the surfers.
They swam and play fought in the ocean, splashing each other until one of them got pissed off. jj making sure y/n wasn’t floating or drowning as they got farther in. They floated at least 30ft above the sea floor engulfed in each other arms, jjs chin rested on y/n head. Just taking in each other presence and enjoying the peace and safety they craved.
“In a way I’m glad we lost the gold.” Y/n spoke
“Like don’t get me wrong I wanted the money but all the danger and drama that was in it wasn’t healthy.” she said as jj pulled away getting a better look at the girl.
“Yea I get it but it all would’ve been worth it if we got it.” Jj said trying to make her feel better.
“Laying in silk bed sheets on a California king, jaguars and lambos in our drive way. Endless refills of Budweiser given from our butlers.” He said with his eyes sparkling.
“Yea your paradise” she rolled her eyes.
“Still, mine or yours we would be happy and filthy rich. Full kook remember?” He said looking for a bit of happiness in her eyes.
“Would it though ? Rafe literally killed a cop, John b almost died? we were getting chased by death every. single. day. If we were to got it, who knows who would’ve went after us again.” she said as a small tear fell down her cheek.
“Even now with gold is gone. People are starting to believe John B killed Officer Peterkin. Ward with his power can put us all in jail. Or worse.” with another one trialing down.
“Hey hey hey- don’t cry. It’s all going to be okay, we have each other alright? I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He said pulling her into a hug.
“Let’s just enjoy the sun yeah? Happy wife happy life” he said giving her a kiss in the cheek.
“Wife?” She questioned. Yes they were boyfriend girlfriend but they haven’t been together long enough to even consider getting married.
“Yes my wife?!” He scoffed giving her kisses all over her face.
“Didn’t know we got married, must’ve missed it” she giggled return.
“Ah yes everyone was there, John b, Pope, Heyward catered. Even Rafe” he joked
“Rafe? Can’t believe he got the invite AND accepted it” she joked with him
“Yea, he was jealous, saw the tears in his eyes.” He said hinting about Rafes small feeling for you.
“Oh shut it, that was traumatizing. I rejected him and he actually looked hurt yet so angry. If you wouldn’t have gotten there in time who knew what he could’ve done. You saw what his did to Peterkin.” She pushed him away.
“I’m sorry my princess. I wouldn’t let him or anyone lay a finger on you.” He said pulling her back.
“You’re not going anywhere Mrs.Maybank.”
“Oh like you can tie me down ?” She smirked looking up at him.
“Oh honey I already have.” He retuned the smirk bringing her into a deep heated kiss.
“Come on let’s go home Maybank.” She said swimming towards the shore.
“Right behind you Mrs.Maybank.”
-time skip-
Jj and y/ns car came to a stop in John bs driveway. They followed eachother hand in hand giggling from the past convo they had in the car. As they made their way through the front door jj spoke up.
“JOHNATHAN ? SARAHHH?! KIE??? PROOPEEEE!?” He yelled out checking to see if anyone was around, throwing their nicknames in.
A couple seconds pass and no a single sound was heard.
“Hmm house to ourself. What to do, what to do….” He said looking around perusing his lips acting all innocent.
“Let’s head to the guest room, might as well take it before someone else comes home right?” she said playing his game.
“Might as well ya know?” His noses scrunched up.
Jj dragged y/n by the hand entering the room locking the door behind her. She turned towards the bed before jj quickly picked her up, legs around his waist and his hands holding her on her lower thighs slowly working their ways up.
“So what did you say about tying me up?” She said grabbing the side of his face.
“Better I show you yea?” She said throwing her on the bed.
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Heard there was a jj fic drought 💋
maybe I’ll do a pt.2 with a smut lmk
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#jj maybank#obx netflix#jj mayback imagine#jj mayback x reader#rudy pankow#jj smut#outerbanks rafe#ob
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since yasammy week is in a month, here are my arabtino™ non-exhaustive culture observations for your fics:
- cheek kiss greeting: both latino and arab cultures do it. you do this when greeting family and friends both. for latinos it’s generally 1-2 and arabs are 2-3. you don’t actually kiss and it’s more of a symbolic gesture where you tap cheeks together (unless it’s like an auntie who’s getting cute aggression). the order is generally left, right (and left again, if it’s 3).
- a lot of spanish words are actually arabic. so if sammy forgets the english word for sugar and said “yaz where is the azucar” then yaz, even without spanish knowledge would know what she meant. cause azucar comes from al-sukkar. this is actually extremely relevant for food specifically. like olive (aceituna/al-zaytunna), basil (albahaca/al-habaq), and rice, orange, watermelon, etc are literally just the same word with a slight accent.
- latinos love dogs. arabs do not. both are fond of cats thought. in islam, dogs and pigs are seen as “dirty” animals (not spiritually. just literally. they’re muddy and islam values cleanliness). so it’s become a common belief even in non-religious communities that dogs are gross and cats, who “bathe” themselves constantly, are the superior pet. I think this is a perfect vessel for sammy wanting a dog and yaz being like “but they roll in dirt…” but sammy gives big sad eyes and yaz sighs like “fine”. similar thing with pigs. lots of latino dishes involve pork but no arab dishes do. which is something yaz might have to get used to (assuming she’s non-muslim in your hc. or maybe they make alternatives or vegan editions).
- we are constantly mistaken for each other. it’s not uncommon to try to speak arabic to latinos or spanish to arabs. their family members definitely might do that. AND! we share some common names. if they have a party and sammy’s cousin omar tries to talk to yaz’ aunt sara… confusion WILL ensue.
- these things, though are extremely shared concepts : big families with close relationships with extended family, calling anyone older than you “auntie/uncle”, calling family friends around your generation “cousin”, hosting guests is an extreme sport where you wait on them hand and foot like they’re the president, using whatsapp, your aunt sending boomer memes in the whatsapp family chat, no shoes in the house unless they’re special indoor slippers (9/10 they are adidas slides), white tanktop as lounge wear, looking down at white american culture and food, LOTS of seafood (if u hc them as being from costal countries of the regions), plastic chairs outside where adults sit and chat over drinks (most active hours are after the sun starts going down bc it’s hot), still using clothesline drying because you don’t fix what isn’t broken, can also apply to hand washing dishes but dishwashers are on the rise, watching 12 season badly produced TV dramas in your language with extremely camp-y plots
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🍉 FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA
HELPING PALESTINE
If you think that the only way of helping Palestine is going to a protest, then you're not thinking big enough. While protests are amazing, and we need to keep the pressure on Biden and the other world leaders, here's some things you can do in your daily life that also help.
🍉 Follow the BDS list. I'll link some resources of what not to buy and what is safe. I know this gets confusing, but I'll try to give you all the resources you need to make informed decisions.
🍉 Give money to Palestinian organizations. Just like the BDS list, I'll link all the resources I have. Lots of them are helping on the ground to provide aid and give Palestinians a chance to tell the world whats going on.
🍉 Follow Palestinian journalists. I'll link a lot of them down below, but they are the best way to see what's going on right now.
🍉 Listen to Palestinian people. I'm white, so I only want to use my voice to uplift Palestinian ones in this issue. I will stand hand in hand with them and use my privilege to push them to the forefront, but I never want to to take the spotlight away from them.
🍉 Learn Palestinian History. I'll link some great resources I found that helped me learn the history of the Nakba, the constant degradation of Palestinians by Israel, and why this issue needs to be talked about until Palestine is free.
🍉 Distribute reading materials, zines, stickers, or anything else. It's a great way to spread information and lift up Palestinian voices.
Resources after the cut.
RESOURCES
BDS LIST
🍉 What is BDS? - The official website. It tells you want not to buy and all that other fun stuff.
🍉 Sully Iqbal - His TikTok's about the BDS list break it down simply for everyone can understand what it means and how to follow it.
PALESTINIAN ORGANIZATIONS
🍉 CARE FOR GAZA - Nonprofit that’s taking donations to help get food to the people in Gaza right now.
🍉 E-SIMS FOR GAZA - eSims are one of the only ways Palestinians have been able to keep in touch with the world and loved ones.
🍉 CARTOONIST CO-OPERATIVE E-SIM DRIVE - If you donate an eSim to Gaza through the link and provide proof, you can get a commission or free art piece from these amazing artists.
🍉 MEDICAL AID FOR PALESTINIANS - an organization on the ground in Gaza working to stock hospitals with essential healthcare supplies.
🍉 MIDDLE EAST CHILDREN'S ALLIANCE - Helps children in Gaza.
🍉 PALESTINE CHILDREN’S RELIEF FUND - Also helps children in Gaza.
🍉 UN WORLD FOOD PROGRAM - They are trying to send aid trucks into Gaza right now and working to get it past Israeli checkpoints.
🍉 DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS - Many members are in Gaza right now helping in hospitals.
PALESTINIAN JOURNALISTS/ NEWS ORGS
🍉 Motaz - Not currently in Gaza, but is important to follow as he goes to plead Palestine's case all over the world.
🍉 Bisan - Currently in Rafah. Makes beautiful documentaries and posts about everyday life.
🍉 Wael - Not in Gaza, might be returning. Works with Al Jazeera in the Middle East.
🍉 Walaa
🍉 Nour Arfaa
🍉 Doaa
🍉 Aya
🍉 Al Jazeera - Good news source. Actually gives you information about what's going on in Gaza.
🍉 Lama - The youngest journalist in Gaza right now at 9 years old.
PALESTINIAN HISTORY
🍉 BLACK ZINE ARCHIVE LINKS FOR PALESTINE - Lots of good resources and articles about Palestine
🍉 ISRAEL PALESTINE CONFLICT - SIMPLIFIED
🍉 A GUIDE TO PALESTINE FOR BEGINNERS
🍉 POLITICAL EDUCATION PODCAST PLAYLIST - by Emma Kim Rust
ZINES/READING MATERIALS/PRINTS/ETC.
🍉 LIST OF WRITERS AND ARTISTS MARTYRED IN GAZA
🍉 BOYCOTT, DIVESTMENT SANCTIONS by Omar Barghouti
🍉 FREE EBOOKS FOR A FREE PALESTINE
🍉 THE OCCUPATION OF WATER
🍉 PALESTINE ZINES AND READING LIST - by @cyclista_zine
🍉 PALESTINE ZINES - by ig @illegibledistro
🍉 THE FREE PALESTINE ISSUE - by Mizna
🍉 PALESTINE: A SOCIALIST INTRODUCTION Edited by Sumaya Awad and brian bean
🍉 "ISRAEL IS MASSACRING US. PALESTINIANS NEED PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD TO TAKE A STAND" - by Ahmed Abu Artema, October 17, 2023 Middle Eastern Eye
🍉 "LIGHT IN GAZA" - edited by Jehad Abusalim, Jennifer Bin, et al.
🍉 "THE NAKBA AND PALESTINIAN REFUGEES: IMEU QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS" - by Institute for Middle East Understanding, May 5th 2022
🍉 PALESTINE READING LIST - by Dogfish99
🍉FREE PROTEST ART - Paste it in your city.
🍉 MORE PROTEST ART
BOOKS
Analysis and history
🍉 “The Question of Palestine” Edward W. Said
🍉 “Except for Palestine: The Limits of Progressive Politics” by Marc Lamont Hill and Mitchell Plitnick
🍉 “ The Hundred Years’ War on Palestine: A history of Settler Colonialism and Resistance 1917-2017” by Rashid Khalidi
Poetry
🍉 “Words under the Words: selected poems” Naomi Shihab Nye
🍉 “Birthright” by George Abraham
🍉 “ Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.” by Noor Hindi
🍉 “Rifqa” Mohammed El-Kurd
🍉 “I could die today & live again” by Summer Farah
🍉 “Born Palestinian, Born Black” by Suheir Hammad
🍉 “ How water holds me” by Tariq Luthun
🍉 “Almond Blossoms and Beyond” collected works of Mahmoud Darwish
Fiction
🍉 “Minor Detail” by Adania Shibli
🍉 “Against the Loveless World” Susan Abulhawa
🍉 “The Book of Ramallah” Short Stories edited by Maya Abu al-Hayat
OTHER ACTIONS YOU CAN DO
🍉 STOP THE GAZA GENOCIDE TOOLKIT - Very important. A treasure trove of information.
🍉 FREE AND FAST WAYS TO SUPPORT PALESTINE
🍉 PALESTINIAN BUSINESSES - Support people and Palestinian businesses directly.
🍉 CALL CONGRESS: STOP FUELING VIOLENCE
🍉 JAM THE PHONE LINES
🍉 WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR PALESTINE BLANK ZINE - Fill it out and hand it out to give out when you're in public.
If you have any more resources or suggestions, reblog them under this post or DM me and I can add it to the original post. Free Palestine. We can't give up on Gaza, no matter how tired we may be. They need our help.
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addicted - chapter three
word count: 12.9k
playlist: from time by drake, late at night by roddy rich, i want u around by omar apollo, wasting time by brent faiyaz, best you had by don toliver, luv is dro by jack harlow, and party by sik-k!
genre: smut, so much. mild one sided pining, jealous! jeno, angst, fluff (im team jeno yall lol), fwb! to lovers, student athletes! yn + jeno. the boyz! and dream + 127 member make side role! appearances. jaehyun is trying to fight jeno lol, haechan and kevin stir up trouble as per usual
warning(s): smut! smut! smut! (pls, if you're a minor - leave.) lots of swearing!!, jeno is toxic, and boy oh boy does it show. choking, spanking, slight public sex! (they're fucking in the locker rooms again lmaooo), teasing, dom! jeno, sub! reader, face fucking, spit play, cum play, oral (f! + m! receiving), tons of sex talk, established height difference (im not even short so lets not jump to conclusions, but the dominating role i wrote in for jeno imo calls for a significant height difference. im the author so pls respect it. if you don't like it don't read it. thanks.) reader has a smart ass mouth (if you're sensitive? ig..lol my mouth is reckless too so it feels normal) mentions of violence (jaebae isn't taking no shit in this chapter lmao), use of pet names (baby, angel, princess, etc..) jeno can be rough at times in some scenes, but not violent, some dry humping, slight size kink, i think that's it...lmk if i missed anything!
note from mya: ITS FINALLY HERE YALL!! omg this took so frickin long D: im so very sorry & i pray to every god that its worth it ! i worked hard lol. also i had originally written 14.8k but last night it got deleted bcus we had an outage & i guess it didnt back up properly :( but yea, you guys already know. no minors. if you're legal, happy reading :) taglist is posted at the bottom <3 . & of course this isn't revised lmao...fuck that. thanks for your patience & support, ily!
© myaheartsmarkie 2022 — all rights reserved !
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“yn?” kevin said softly, knuckles grazing the frame of your door.
he sighs when he receives no response in return. he looks back at jaehyun with a sad expression. jaehyun lets out a sigh, chest heaving angrily.
“i’ll fucking kill him” he mumbles, turning around and stalking to the front door.
kevin scurries to sit the plate of food down and catch his best friend before he reaches outside. kevin grabs jaehyun’s shoulder, halting his movements.
“we don’t even know if it’s because of jeno,” kevin starts.
“i know it is—god, i never liked that dickhead” he says, hands going to grip his hair out of frustration.
“ok…but your rep too—you can’t just beat up the baseball captain and get away with it” he tells jae.
jaehyhun sighs, moving to sit on the couch. he tugs his phone from his pocket, quickly finding your contact.
jaebae: hey…ik you don’t wanna talk rn but me & kev are here for you, ok? you know we always are. so whenever you’re ready, we’ll be here waiting. i love u.
jaebae: …and if it was that fucker j*no i promise you these hands are rated e for everybody, especially if they hurt you.
you smile at the text messages. you love your best friends but right now…you weren’t up for any kind of communication. you were glad they knew that as well. hearting both of the messages from jaehyun before you turn your phone off again, burying yourself under your duvet.
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it’s been a long ass week.
missing three days of class, constant crying, and using up your vacation days to sulk in bed can be very exhausting. luckily sungchan has been sending you his notes, filling you in on what you’ve missed. he was god sent, truly your guardian angel. his notes were filled to the brim, jotted down sentences in multiple different pen colors, he was so extra. the last photos he sent to you was yesterday. three pictures of his college ruled white paper concluding with a quick selfie of himself with a thumbs up, ‘get better, i miss u!’ drawn across the screen with a tiny heart.
you haven’t thought about him. not today at least…but have you thought about him since the whole ordeal? yes. yes times a thousand. you can’t help it, your mind does its own thing. it doesn’t listen to you, no matter how hard you try to not do so — your mind betrays you. pictures of his stupidly handsome face, his stupid buff arms, and his stupid stupid stupid (very good) dick game. you can’t help it!
you’re surprised with yourself though, the fact that you’ve actually mustered up the courage to block him and not text or call him back. it truly takes a ton of work and you’ve done well these past few days. the countless missed calls from the ‘no caller id’ contact and constant texts from the said man. begging for you to come back and his meaningless apologies. you’ve read them…hell fucking yeah you have, but have you replied? nope.
you sigh, reluctantly sitting up in your bed. you eye the time, 11:06am. you have class at 12…if you get ready now, you can make it on time. you purse your lips in thought, do you really wanna go to class today? you shake your head, tugging the blanket from over you and make your way to the bathroom.
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jaebae: im going to practice and kev is at sunwoo’s. lmk if you need anything, sweetheart.
you see the text from your roommate, eyes drifting from the mirror to your phone screen. you read it and smile. tooth rotting sweet as usual, what more do you expect from jae? you pick up your phone, texting him back.
you: ok!! thank u but im good rn :) luv ya
you lock your phone, continuing your activities. you press the plus sign on your speaker, upping the volume trying anything to get you into a good mood. mumbling some lyrics here and there while you get ready. once you’re done you twist the door of your bathroom, but you come to an abrupt pause. the house is empty now…which means you have no ride. you facepalm. you can’t text jae now, it’s been like 10 minutes since he left. you internally whine, moving to sit on your bed. you lay back dramatically, huffing as you wonder who the hell you could call. kevin’s free but probably tipsy…afterall in his world it’s always 5 o’clock somewhere. jaehyun and sungchan are at practice, jieun…we’re not even gonna think about her. who else even is there…?
you sit up in a flash as his face pops up in your head. if you remember correctly he has a 12 o’clock class as well, so it shouldn’t be much of a hassle, right? you hurriedly grab your phone, scrolling until you stumble across his contact.
you: hey bestie :D !! i need a ride to class, can you pick me up ?
you cringe at the message, swiping up and out of the app. you bite your lip…were you being too forward? is this crossing any lines? was it too soon?
you: if not it’s cool!! don’t worry about it lol..
you chuck your phone backwards onto your bed. palms covering your face as you groan loudly. was it always this awkward? like…texting? you don’t know, but what’s done is done. mainly because you can’t unsend it.
ding!
you flinch at the sound, reluctantly picking up the cellular device.
eric :) : sure!! be there in five :)
eric :) : ps…cus you’re cute i won’t charge you for gas money :P thank me later
you roll your eyes at the second message, you’re glad he’s not being awkward about it. you were already emotionally fucked up…you didn’t need another problem added to your plate right now. you sigh happily, gathering your things and moving to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. settling on a green apple, you bite the fruit scrolling through your fyp while you wait.
eric :) : i’m here
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you make your way out the door, clutching your bookbag strap tightly. why were you so nervous? you weren’t even this nervous when you and him went on your first date! this is so backwards.
watching your shoes as you hop down the stairs, making your way to his black jdm. you’re glad he’s not standing outside the car like usual, you’d be too embarrassed to look at him face to face. you grab the handle, pulling the car door open. slinging your bookbag off before you climb in. hand running down the back of your skirt to make sure it doesn’t bunch up when you sit. you close the door before turning to look at eric. when you do you let out an audible gasp.
“o-oh my god!” you say, eyes wide with shock.
eric laughs, running a hand through his hair.
“when the hell?” you say, hand moving to touch his newly dyed hair.
“two days ago, you like it?” he asks, body turning towards yours.
your finger runs through his hair, admiring the new color. his eyes are on you, watching you with curious eyes. you were still so damn pretty.
“i do…it suits you” you smile, retracting your hand from his head.
“thank you m’lady” he grins, hands moving to start the car.
you shake your head, buckling yourself in before he pulls off.
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you make your way through the hallway, squeezing through the many other bodies. you clutch your book bag to your side, trying your best not to bump into anybody. you stand atop your tiptoes trying to glance over the many heads. you eye your classroom, trying to push your way through in
the direction of your class. you successfully make it to class, pushing through the door and hurrying to make it to your seat. you sit down with a huff, head falling onto the table. if you knew it’d be this stressful you would’ve stayed home.
you sat up, eyes curiously searching the classroom. there were a few other students scattered everywhere, but it wasn’t 12 yet…so more people are sure to show up. you didn’t see sungchan though, you pouted picking up your phone.
you: HEY FUCKER!! WYA???
bambi: ??? you’re in class ???
you: YES
bambi: i’m almost there, save me a seat pls
you thumbs up his last message, sitting your bookbag on the seat next to you. in the last minute or so at least ten or twelve more students poured into the class. you rest your face on top of your open palm, blowing a breath out from your mouth obnoxiously. you really didn’t wanna be here.
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you and sungchan stretch in unison, fingers reaching towards the ceiling. you guys turn to face each other, laughing loudly. you both gather your things making your way out to the hallway, thanking the professor on the way out. you loop your arm through sungchan’s skipping side by side down the hallway.
“you wanna get some food?” he asks and you nod happily.
“ok, i gotta get my keys from my locker, come on” he tells you, leading you in the direction of the elevator.
the two of you step into the elevator, pressing the number four. you both wait patiently, stepping out once the doors open for the two of you.
“you wanna wait right here?” he asks, pointing at the bench outside of the locker room.
you nod, un-attaching yourself from him and sitting down politely. you cross your legs, folding your hands over your lap. you watch sungchan walk away, both yours and his book bags slung over his figure. you slightly smile, you loved him so much. your left leg bounces, nerves going a little crazy – worried jeno would randomly pop up when you least expect it. you find your nail in between your lips once more, chewing nervously.
“yooo! haven’t seen you in awhile,” a voice shouts from behind you.
you jump, eyes wide as you look over the figure. he walks up to you, hand resting on your shoulder.
“woah, didn’t mean to spook you” haechan laughs, welcoming himself to sit next to you.
“you fucking dick,” you roll your eyes, punching his arm.
“ow! why’re you sitting out here? waiting for jeno?” he asks, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you.
you huff out, rolling your eyes at him. you lift your hand again, but haechan grabs your balled up fists so you don’t hit him again.
“it was a joke, i’m kidding” he tells you.
“i’m waiting for sungchan, we’re gonna go eat” you say to haechan, tugging your hands from his grip.
“—and jeno and I are no longer acquainted, thank you very much” you huff, turning your nose up.
“wait, really? why, what happened?” haechan asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“don’t wanna really talk about it, but he can’t keep his dick in his pants to save his life” you mutter with a roll of your eyes.
haechan makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, nodding his head in understanding. you nod as well, turning your head to the sound of the door opening, haechan peeking around your shoulder. sungchan walks out, spinning his car keys on his finger. you stand up, brushing your skirt down. haechan follows suit, standing up as well. he daps sungchan up and gives you a kiss on top of your head.
“i’ll see you guys later,” he yells out, holding the locker room door open.
the two of you waved goodbye to the boy, turning around to make your way to the elevator.
“yo sungchan! i forgot to ask—” his sentence is cut short as he sees who is standing in front of him.
you and jeno make eye contact, your mouth drying up at the sight of him alone. you shift on your feet nervously, swallowing hard. jeno’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion and anger.
“hey roomie…what’d you need?” sungchan asks with a nervous laugh.
“so you’re too good to text or call me back because you’re hanging out with my best friend?” jeno asks, looking past sungchan at you. “hey…i’m both of your guys’ best friends.” sungchan says.
you roll your eyes, turning your gaze elsewhere. you didn’t have the energy to deal with this right now. not only did you not come here for this but you’re hungry as hell. not a good mixture.
jeno scoffs when he realizes you’re not going to reply, “oh so you really think you’re too good, huh? can’t even speak to me.” he says, mockingly laughing at you. “fuck off jeno,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.
“whatever, are you coming back to the crib tonight?” jeno asks, turning his attention to sungchan.
sungchan thinks about his question for a bit, but he shakes his head no. “i’m going to haechan and yuta’s for the tournament…they want their asses whooped in mario kart again,” he chuckles lightly. jeno nods in understanding, smacking sungchan’s back with his palm. “i’m having jieun over, I needed it empty tonight” he winked at you.
you scoff loudly, can you believe this fucking asshole? you can’t believe you used to like him.
“you’re a dick, fuck you” you say, not breaking eye contact with him. jeno shrugs, leaning down towards your face. you back up in disgust, not wanting to be anywhere near him at all. “let me know when you’re done being petty and I promise I’ll take you back, princess,” he whispers, curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. you smack his hand away angrily. “never in a million fucking years,” you say through gritted teeth, turning away.
you make your way to the elevator, pressing the down arrow. sungchan follows suit, nervously fiddling with his fingers. you huff out, blowing the stray hairs in front of your face away. you were beyond livid right now.
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[ the (3) stooges ]
you: jeno fucked jieun.
you: and they’re meeting up to fuck again 2nite
you: feeling suicidal :)
kev: WAIT ARE YOU DEADASS??
you: i wish i was fucking lying.
kev: what an asshole…that’s so disappointing
jaebae: i’m omw
[ you and kev ‘?’ this message ]
kev: where are you going???
you: ^
jaebae: to fuck him up .
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you: no?? wtf???
kev: ignore her, go fuck him up!!! beat his ass!!!
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you: i’m so serious, what if you lose your scholarship :(
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jaebae: sigh
kev: fucking party pooper, boo tomatoes boo!!
you: thank you i love u guys
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you lock your phone, sitting up off of sungchan’s lap. you make your way to the kitchen to grab a drink. twisting the cap on the bottle of water, you take a few sips as you walk back into the living room.
“who the FUCK threw that bannana?!” haechan asked and yuta smirks in response to his outburst.
“what are you gonna do about it, huh?” yuta asks, throwing another banana towards haechan’s character.
sungchan is quiet throughout the game, eyebrows crinkled in sheer concentration. you eye the gold number one in the corner of his screen. all the other boys moan out in agony as he crosses the finish line. haechan throws the switch controller down onto the couch angrily.
“fuck you” yuta says, flipping your best friend off. you and sungchan laugh at the boys' reactions, finding them amusing.
you guys all looked at the door confused when the doorbell rang. yuta gets up to answer the door, and you all look curiously from your seats.
“eric? what’s up!” yuta says, unlocking the door for him and his friends.
you turn to sungchan with wide eyes, sungchan smiles at you.
“take your mind off jeno for now…he’s my friend but he’s being a dick right now” he tells you, ruffling your hair.
“you invited them?” you ask, and sungchan nods.
“i swear i’m—” you start but you close your mouth abruptly when you hear your name being called. “yn? is that you?” eric asks, you turn around slowly with a sort of awkward smile. “i didn’t know you’d be here, would’ve come over sooner,” eric joked, sliding into the open seat next to you. sungchan rubbed your back before he stood up to walk away.
“you met my friends, right?” he asks, pointing back at his two friends. sunwoo and juyeon wave at you with a smile. “is this your girlfriend?” juyeon asks, you and eric blush madly. sunwoo elbows him in the side, offering a small apologetic smile. “s-sorry, it’s just–when you guys were at the club…i-i thought” the black haired boy stutters.
“it’s fine,” you smile, hands holding your blushing face. eric is just as red as you, coughing at the now awkward environment. “we’re not dating, jackass,” eric says, running a hand through his hair.
“you guys want in?” you hear haechan ask.
sunwoo and juyeon’s eyes light up at his question, practically running to grab a controller. you watch them, laughing at their excitement. yuta then makes his way back to the living room, speaker in hand. what was a small quiet get together is now a very noisy party of seven.
“do you wanna go outside?” eric asks, leaning down to whisper the question into your ear. with blushing cheeks you nod yes, following him out the front door.
haechan looks at sungchan both of them sharing a nod before sungchan pulls his phone out.
[ bsb bozos ]
hae: wooooah yn went with him outside ;)
sungchan: lol fr? just them?
hae: yuuuup
jeno: ???
hae: oh shit
sungchan: wrong gc, fuck.
hae: yea my bad jen lmao
jeno: who are you guys talking about?
[ read 11:34am ]
jeno: you little shits better answer me
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hae: i love aggressive men <3
hae: yn went outside with eric :)))
sungchan: stfu omg you can’t hold water for shit.
hae: im sorry D:
jeno: are you deadass?? im omw you fuckers better watch her, if he touches her istfg
hae: you got it daddy— boss!
sungchan: i meaaaan…
jeno: chan don’t fw me rn
sungchan: no bcus you literally told her you were gonna fuck her now ex bestfriend…
sungchan: but now you want us to watch her?? because she went outside with someone??
sungchan: it’s ass backwards…you can stick your dick in anything that walks & she has to be ok with it but when she’s in the vicinity of another man you’re losing your fucken mind. make your mind up jeno, we’re not kids. if you want to be with yn, then tell her AND show her that. stop making shit complicated. we all know you want her.
hae: ok, but it’s giving poet…modern shakespeare if you will 😫 .
sungchan: LMFAOOO stfu haechan
jeno: im not responding to that shit in full, you talk to damn much. but ik im in the wrong, but im selfish ass toxic mf and she knows that. im omw rn, you don’t have to watch her…but i am taking her home so you don’t have to worry about us.
hae: oh we’re not worried abt y’all…were worried for eric
sungchan: ^ yeah…will he be ok? his team still needs him lmao..
jeno: i won’t touch him…
sungchan: im not buying it, where’s the rest
jeno: if he’s not touching her, i’ll be cool.
hae: alright lee, stop texting cus ik you’re driving.
sungchan: ^ adios
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“wait wait, so you didn’t always live here?” you ask, and eric nods. “nope, i just came back this year.” he confirms, and you nod with a slightly agape mouth. “how are the states? is it as fun as people make it seem?” you question, eric holds his chin with two fingers trying to figure out how to answer. “i like the states…different—very, but it’s enjoyable.” he replies and you nod. “you wanna go?” he asks, referring to the states and you nod excitedly. “ugh, it’s my biggest dream…but i
haven’t gone yet,” you pout, bottom lip slightly jutting out. you wrap your arms around yourself, seeking warmth from your hands.
eric notices and slips out of his hoodie, offering it to you. you shake your head, waving your hands. “it’s fine,” you say. “wasn’t asking, yn” he tells you, already putting the hoodie over your head. you reluctantly push your arms through the holes, pulling the oversized sweater on. eric slides his hands under your hair, lifting it from under the sweater. he curls some of it behind your ear and you look up at him with a sweet smile. “uh, thank..you” you say, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. eric looks back at you, with kind eyes, loving how you look in his sweater. he bends down slowly, inching towards your face. you bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not you should let this happen. it’d be wrong, right? to lead him on, you know you don’t like him…not more than a friend. so why let him do this? it’ll only hurt him again. before you know it, he’s centimeters from you, his lips so close to yours. you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. you wait for his lips to touch yours, squeezing your hands together. your nails dig into the skin of your palms.
before his lips could touch yours, you’re being tugged away from his grasp. your eyes shoot open, you’re now staring at the back of a tall figure.
“the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” the man says, his grip on your wrist was tight and unwavering.
“jeno?!” eric says, astonishment evident on his face. you and him both were just as surprised at his presence.
“w-when did you get here?” you ask quietly, trying to pull away from him. jeno turns to you, eyeing the sweater on you. “take this shit off,” he tells you, pulling at the sleeves.
if you didn’t do it yourself he was going to do it himself. you tug the sweater up and off of you, wrapping your arms around yourself. you guys may be on bad terms but you know better than to aggravate an already angry lee jeno. eric scoffs loudly in response to the scene unfolding in front of him.
“yn, what the fuck is going on right now?” eric asks and you open your mouth to respond. “don’t fucking talk to her.” jeno seethes, looking at eric angrily. he throws the man his sweater back and turns away. he grabs your hand, tugging you away from eric. you shriek, looking back at eric slightly waving as jeno drags you along.
“j-jeno, my wrist..it hurts” you say quietly.
jeno stops walking, causing you to run into his back. you stumble, holding your nose from the impact. you look up curiously, wondering why he stopped walking. “you know how angry i get when you do shit like this,” jeno whispers, and your eyebrows crinkle. “w-what do you mean?” you ask. “don’t play dumb.” he tells you, pinning you against the wall. you flinch at the way it feels against your skin, but you couldn’t care less right now.
“everytime i see you with someone that isn’t me,” his hands snake around your waist. “i fucking hate that shit…and you know it” his hands grab your ass, squeezing it until you moan out. “i’m selfish, and you’re all mine baby” you bite your lip, looking up at him with glazed over eyes.
“w-what about jieun…” you whisper, needing to know.
“i fucked up, and i’m sorry..” he tells you curling a piece of hair behind your ear. you nod in response. “did you…” jeno shakes his head, finger grazing your lips shushing you. “no baby, we didn’t…i promise” he tells you, bending down to kiss your head. you nod in response.
you’d rather not talk, it's been a long night. you’re relieved to say the least though…you’re glad they didn’t sleep together. you don’t know what you would’ve done or said if he said they did.
“take me home,” you say, turning your head away from him.
jeno nods, grabbing hold of your hand. “let’s go baby,” he says, leading you towards his car.
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[ the (3) stooges ]
* ‘kev kev’ added ‘bambi’ and ‘hae <3’ *
you: there’s 5 of us now, gc name is incorrect.
hae <3: omg girl stfu
[ you changed the gc name to “yn for prez :D” ]
bambi: lmfao tf kind of name
kev kev: i hope you know i would n e v e r vote for you :)
you: rude asf.
hae <3: yeah yeah, shut up. what happened yesterday ?!
kev kev: oh yeah! how’d it go last night??
bambi: ^
you: ??? wdym
kev kev: did you get dicked down last night?
you: wtf?? no.
hae <3: mission: failed
kev kev: fat ass sigh
you: wait a damn minute…
you: YOU DICKS!! YOU SET ME UP DIDN'T YOU????
you: i knew it…jeno literally just popped up.
kev kev: IT WAS THEIR IDEA
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bambi: stfu you’re a fucking liar
hae <3: jus because i helped doesn’t mean i was involved :(
you: i’m gonna fuck you two up
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bambi: yn, i love you
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bambi: it wasn’t me D: pls believe me
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you: <3
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kev kev: in FRONT of me ?!
hae <3: ^ ong, ur so fake bro ):
kev kev: fuck u yn :(
jaebae: can you guys shut the fuck up?? i have a game tmrw u asshats
you: sorry :(
kev kev: im shutting the fuck up.
bambi: aye aye captain
hae <3: yes daddy.
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you skipped down the hall with jaehyun, his arm slung over your shoulder. he insisted on walking you to class today, you were a bit taken aback but you let him do so.
“so, what’s up after class?” he asks. “i go back to practice today—i’m excited” you reply back, a glint showing in your eyes. jaehyun looked down at you fondly, he adored you. “should i be worried..?” you ask, turning to look at him. jae shakes his head no, petting your hair. “just didn’t want you running into him again alone,” he tells you, a small smile spreads across your features.
you wrap your arms around his middle, buying your face in his chest. “thank you, jae…i appreciate you” you tell him, he chuckles lightly. bending down a bit to press a kiss to the top of your head before he turns you around to push you through the classroom door.
jeno watches from afar with an annoyed expression. his fists at his sides, jaw clenched tightly. he hated seeing you with other guys. fuck everybody that wasn’t him. though he knows everything between you and jaehyun is all platonic, it still bothers him.
jae turns around, making eye contact with jeno. he rolls his shoulders back, jutting his chin in his direction slightly—silently greeting him. jeno doesn’t nod back, he just stays still—fists still shaking with rage. jaehyun smirks slyly, turning away from jeno clutching his book bag strap.
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you sat in class quietly, jotting down notes every now and again. you were mainly zoned out though—pondering on what jeno was doing right now. you pushed the pen into your cheek, clicking the button in and out. you wondered what he had on right now, or if he was listening to music, or if he was thinking about you too. you didn’t know why your mind drifted off to jeno lee, but you couldn’t help it. after the encounter with him last night, he’s been heavy in your head.
ding!
j: come to me after class.
what are the odds, lol. you say to yourself in your head. you pick up your phone, clicking the notification.
j: and you better have me unblocked or else yn.
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you: stfu i do what i want
you: where and why
j: don’t question me & stop being funny.
j: locker rooms, right after class. not a minute later.
j: don’t make me fucking wait.
you rolled your eyes, leaving him on read. a little riling up never hurt anybody…well, never hurt you at least. plus, you already know what’s going to go down—why not get him all worked up beforehand? he deserves it after all, that little stunt he pulled at the club.
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you rock back and forth on your feet in the elevator. you were a little nervous. you fiddle with your fingers, rubbing over the acrylic on your nails. it was just jeno…why are you worried.
you: um…im up here, wya?
j: come to the back.
you lock your phone, nodding your head. you push through the swing doors, making your way to the back of the locker rooms. you take a deep breath before you twist the doorknob. you peek from behind the door, everything looks the same. same chair, same desk, same jeno.
“took you long enough” he says through gritted teeth. you don’t respond, you just step fully into the small room before you close the door behind you. “come here,” he tells you.
you slowly make your way to him, eyes on the floor. he’s shirtless, leaning against the desk. sweat is collected above his brow, you wonder if he’s fresh out of practice. jeno’s index finger curls under you chin, jerking your head up. though he’s leaning against the desk he’s still towering over you. his intimidating features and size make your legs tremble. you look up at him, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.
“don’t be so scared love..” he whispers, bending down to be closer to you. you gulp down hard, both your mouth and your throat suddenly dry. “i-i have practice…a-at 2:30” you tell jeno and he smiles down at you. “we’ll be done by then, but i don’t know if you’ll be able to stand.” jeno loops a finger through your belt loop, tugging you into him. as your body collides with his he bends down to catch your lips in a kiss. your hands are awkwardly pressed against his chest, not really knowing what to do with them. one arm is holding you in place, the other placed at the back of your neck. “i missed you,” he tells you through small kisses and breaths. “didn’t miss me when your tongue was down jieun’s throat,” you spit back, slightly pushing him back.
jeno laughs, looking up at the ceiling before his eyes fall back onto you. you cross your arms over your chest. you were going to let him get away with it, but you can’t let it slide. not after what he told you that same day. even after what he showed you? you needed answers.
“yn…come on, i already apologized.” he tells you, hands moving to touch you again. you jerk back so he doesn’t touch you, jeno sighs in response.
“jeno. you told me you loved me, then you went and made out with jieun that same day!” you tell him, and he holds his face in his hands, an exasperated sigh falling from his mouth. “you went outside with eric and left me there by myself, how do i know you didn’t make out with him?” he shoots back at you. you scoff rolling your eyes at his response. “i broke it off with him for you,” you tell him. “ok…and jieun came onto me and i wasn’t thinking straight” he tells you, walking towards you…wanting to hold you. “i was watching you and eric that night, why do you think i was so mad?” he says, eyebrows furrowed in slight anger. “when i came up to you at the bar? that wasn’t when i first got there,” you look up at him, expression full of confusion. “i seen him help you down the stairs, watch your drink, hold your purse—all that shit,” he says to you and you’re rendered speechless. “that should’ve been me…and i swear if i could go back in time and go with you, that night—i would.” he concluded his statement, hands holding your face softly.
you stand on your tiptoes to capture his lips in a kiss, you knew you would fold and forgive him…all you wanted was a proper apology. you couldn’t stay mad at him for too long…
“are you still mad at me?” jeno asks after he pulls away from your lips. you respond silently, bringing your hands up to show ‘just a little’ with your fingers. the both of you laugh, going back to making out. jeno’s hands grip your waist tightly, if he’s speaking honestly he’s afraid of letting you go. he feels that if he lets you go he’ll lose you again…and he can’t risk that, never again.
“don’t leave me again…” he whispers, lips barely grazing yours. “never leave me…please” he’s practically begging right now. “don’t do shit to push me away then jeno,” you tell him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. he nods in response, arms wrapping tighter around your middle. he squeezes you softly, inhaling your scent.
—
the last few days have been hectic to say the least. you and jeno have been in contact, very much so in fact. you’ve been over to his place a few times but you haven’t brought him around jaehyun yet. you feel kind of bad, he tried so hard to protect you from him but you went right back. so you don’t have the heart to tell him you guys are on good terms just yet.
jaebae: im waiting outside, sungchan is here too !
you: okaaay, im coming rn just have to grab some things from my locker.
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“look at you, what have i done…” jeno says into your ear, licking the back. “you were such a good girl, where’d she go? hm?” you don’t respond, you just look up at him from your place on the floor. your pretty eyes are glazed over with wetness from your previous activities.
“you just do everything i fucking tell you too, huh?” jeno’s hand goes back to your hair, gripping your locks firmly. “such a good little slut for daddy,” he praises you. your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. you look up at him wanting for him to do something so badly. jeno looks down at you slyly, smiling at you sickly. “you want my cock, baby?” he asks rhetorically, bobbing your head up and down for you. “yeah? huh? you want it?” he asks, making you nod your head again.. “p-please…” you whisper, looking up at him with teary eyes. jeno groans audibly, grip tightening on your hair. he jerks your head in the direction of his pants, squishing your face against his clothed boner. you whine, hands going to grip his legs to stabilize yourself.
“unzip em, now” he tells you.
you nod, hands shakily moving to unzip him. jeno jerks you back by your hair again, and you yelp. he bends down slightly, getting close to your face. “use your fucking mouth” he says, unoccupied hand squishing your cheeks. he hallows them out, forcing your tongue to poke out. he stands back up to his full height, moving you back to in front of his bulge. you open your mouth teeth grazing the cold metal of his zipper. you grab the zipper with your teeth, pulling it down—unzipping him.
“such a good slut for me,” jeno praises once you free his rock hard cock. “open.” he demands and you obey. lolling your tongue out of your wet mouth, waiting patiently for your treat. jeno strokes his dick a few times, thumbing the tip. he spreads his pre cum around, making your anticipation and need for him run wild. he leans forward, spitting into your open mouth.
“you ready for me?” he asks and you nod, mouth still hanging open.
he slaps the tip on your tongue, grinding against you a few times. low girthy groans leave his mouth, loving the wetness of your mouth. your arms are politely crossed behind your back, knowing you're not allowed to touch him unless he says so.
“fuck, i missed this” he moans out, pushing deeper into your mouth. his tip is hitting the back of your throat making you gag but you couldn’t care less. jeno’s other hand goes to your hair, pushing further down your throat. you gargle around his length, choking on his size. jeno loves the sound of you choking, ego boosting a bit as it reminds him how big he is. he looks down at you, sweat dripping down his bare chest and forehead. hot tears roll down your face as you look back up at him. he fucks into your mouth a few more times, nearing his orgasm. you shut your eyes tightly, letting him abuse your throat roughly. “f-fuck—shit” he mumbles, biting his lip as he empties his load down your throat messily. a mixture of your salty tears, spit and cum drips down your mouth and chin. jeno bends down to look at you closer, eyeing the slick mixture of nastiness as it drips down. it all pools atop your cleavage but you were too busy trying to catch your breath to care. you gasp in and out, chest heaving. jeno smiles sickly. god he loved ruining you.
“you’re so hot, i fucking love you” he whispers, crashing his lips onto yours.
—
“hey! what took you so long?” jae greets you with open arms.
you slightly smile, accepting his free hug. he holds the back of your head, his other hand rubbing your middle. you sigh out of sheer habit, you were a sucker for hugs like these. may or may not have to do with you liking to be dominated…but who cares?
“mmm, my bad…ran into an old friend” you mumble into his chest. jaehyun just nods, still holding you.
“alright fuckers, we’re hungry. let’s go!!” haechan yells from his seat in sungchan’s car.
you and jae laugh, parting from each other. he opens the car door for you, and you accept happily.
j: stop letting that fucking asshole touch you.
you: why are you even watching us???
j: that’s how i hold you after im done rearranging your guts, he’ll never be me.
you roll your eyes at his jealous texts. the toxicity is real.
you: what are you on about?
j: fuck jeong jaehyun that’s what.
you: omg. bye jeno.
j: don’t play with me, i’ll fuck you in front of him.
you: is that a threat or a promise?
j: you into that ?? such a nasty little slut.
you: your slut. now get off my phone, im with my friends.
j: i love you
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“so~ what you been up too?” haechan asks you. you roll your eyes, biting the fry in your hand.
you were seated in between haechan and jaehyun. the six of you guys occupied the booth in the back of the burger joint. it was just the four of you guys, but you guys ran into eric and sunwoo so haechan extended the invite.
the more the merrier you guessed lol.
“not much, i had practice yesterday…haven’t been there in awhile” you say, haechan nods in response.
“ahh, fun. you like being back?” he asks with a full mouth of hamburger. you don’t even flinch at it, you guys are more than comfortable with each other. “i like it, I missed playing,” you respond.
you fiddle with the straw in your cup, you’re very full and kind of bored now. you watch everyone talk and chow down. haechan and sungchan are talking about some new girl on the cheer squad, sunwoo and jae are talking about god knows what. but eric…is looking at you. you hold eye contact with him, you wonder what he’s thinking.
eric: can we talk?
you look down at the text and look back up at eric. he nods at your phone, telling you to text back.
you: …about?
eric: yk what yn…come on. pls?
you: idk eric…i don’t have anything to say.
eric: what? we almost kissed that night
eric: i gave you my sweater dude
eric: none of that meant anything? none of it?
you: eric, i already told you…i like you as a friend.
eric: you were gonna let me kiss you that night
you: i know..and i shouldn’t have, i’m sorry
eric: i don’t want your sorry
eric: i want you
eric: please, give me a chance yn
“can you take me home?” you whisper into jae’s ear. you clutch the bottom of his shirt tightly.
“wha? are you ok?” he asks, too loud for your liking. you look at eric out of the side of your eye, he’s staring at the two of you. you were never good with confrontation, but in your defense you already shot him down. one time should be enough.
“ok, babe let’s go.” he tells you, holding your hand.
he guides you out the booth, helping you stand up. you clutch his hand tighter, just wanting to be home at this moment. “yoo, where are you guys going?” haechan slurs, obviously having had one too many beers. “i’m—” you cut him short. “s-say it’s because of you,”
“i don’t feel too well, and she’s sleepy,” he lies with a pretty smile.
you couldn’t have asked for better friends.
eric looks like he’s about to say something but he doesn’t. he watches you quietly, walking away hand in hand with jaehyun.
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“so he made you feel uncomfortable?” kevin asks, fingers running through your strands.
you nod, nuzzling your face into his lap, sleepiness overcoming your senses. “i know it’s kind of my fault—i shouldn’t have let him almost kiss me..” you confess. kevin hums in response, still rubbing your head. it was putting you to sleep, relaxation was inevitable due to his motions.
“it was still a dick move though, i’m glad jae was there.” kevin says and you hum, agreeing with his statement.
“so what’s up with you and lee?” he asks, figuring you would like a subject change.
you shrug.
“not sure, we’ve been fucking…a lot” you mumble, finger tracing the plaid pattern of his pajama pants.
“—and he tells me he loves me, but i don’t know kev” you continue on.
you didn’t want to ramble but you have lowkey been pondering on where the two of you will end up. especially since he’s been more open with his feelings and focusing on you more than he has ever before. there was just a tad bit of an issue.
!! lee jeno doesn’t date !!
duh! this has been the issue since the first time the two of you fucked, yet it feels different now…you can’t deny that. something deep down is telling you he’s going for a different approach but after what he pulled last time you’re not so sure. you don’t wanna be the dumb girl that continues to give your heart to the asshole that keeps breaking it. but then again, you’re a grown ass adult and can make your own grown ass decisions. who’s going to say something about it?
—
“jeno, stop it!” you whined, kicking your legs like a child.
you’ve been trying to do your homework for the past hour or so now and jeno keeps on bothering you. tickling, biting, licking, kissing, you name it, he’s done it. you’re splayed across his bed, laptop in sight but certainly not in use. jeno is standing in between your legs, looking down at you.
“nooo, fuck your homework…cuddle with me” jeno whines.
his hands trace your bare thighs, the pads of his fingertips tracing the faded hickeys and bite marks left by his mouth. you shiver at his cold touch.
“i dont think i’ve fucked you in this position” jeno whispers, gripping your waist as he bends down to be face to face with you. “um, yeah you did actually,” you tell him, mind dating back to that day he cuffed you and fucked you for not listening to him. you press your finger to his forehead, pushing his face away.
“i don’t remember…” he whispers, making his way up to your ear. “...i guess i’ll just have to do it again,” he says slyly, kissing your ear softly.
jeno traces your skin with his nose, dragging it from your earlobe and down your neck slowly. he licks a stripe up your throat. you bite your lip, but you have to hold your own.
“no jeno, not right now…later” you say, your voice betraying you. “you don’t sound so sure of yourself,” jeno laughs, pecking your cheek. “shut up, get off me” you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest knowing you can’t push him if your life depended on it.
“gimme fifteen minutes, come on” he tells you, intertwining your fingers with his.
“come on pretty…you know you want me too” he teases, grinding down on you with a sick smirk.
you did want him. when did you not? you roll your eyes at him, letting your head fall back onto the mattress.
“good girl,” he snickers, kissing your nose.
“yeah yeah, get on with it” you say.
jeno falls to his knees, hands automatically grabbing your thighs. he hoists your open legs onto his shoulders. he eyes your panties, leaning forward to kiss your clothed heat. he looks up at you but your looking away. too embarrassed to watch right now. no matter how many times you guys fuck, you’re always shy.
“look at me babygirl..” he says, voice muffled because his mouth is pressed against you. he pushes your panties to the side, tongue immediately going to tease your clit. you clutch the bedsheets under you, still refusing to look at him. jeno chuckles, arms wrapping tighter around your thighs. his hands squeeze your inner thighs, pinching the supple skin. jeno licks a stripe up your slit, moving his tongue in a circle atop your clit. you moan quietly, not too loud.
He eyes you again, but you’re still looking away. he breathes out, teeth grazing your thighs. he bites down, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh. you jolt, sucking in a breath.
“oh my god!” you shout, sitting up onto your elbows in a flash. “fucking listen to me” he says, licking over where he bit you to soothe the pain. a whine comes out your throat as you lay back down. jeno just laughs.
“now…back to my meal,” he snickers.
he continues to eat you out like a starved man. you learned your lesson, watching his every move.
“fuck,” you stutter, struggling to keep your eyes open. jeno loves it.
“keep em open, baby” he tells you in between licks to your heat.
he sucks on your clit, middle and ring finger moving in and out of you quickly. your fingers dig into the sheets, gripping tightly to the fabric. you moan out loudly, thankful that the apartment is empty.
“are you close?” jeno asks, and you nod furiously.
he fastens his pace with his fingers, unattaching his mouth from you so he can get a good look at your face while you cum. a free hand goes up to squeeze your boobs, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. you let out a shaky moan as you feel that familiar fuzzy feeling in your gut.
“i’m close–so close” you manage to say.
jeno nods, licking his lips. he dips back down to your heat, sucking on your clit again. you arch your back at that, thighs squeezing against his face. jeno pushes your legs back open, a small grunt leaving his mouth as he does so. he twists his tongue every which way, getting you to your high. “f-fuck” is all you can mutter before you cum.
jeno laps it all up. his saliva, your juices and release all mixed together making a slick mess. you push him away weakly, whining because your sensitive. jeno keeps eating though, not bothered by your weak attempt to get him to stop.
“always so sweet,” he says with a toothy grin, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
you don’t respond, just flipping him off. jeno rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand. he uses it to flip you over on your tummy. a small squeal of surprise leaves you, you weren’t expecting that.
“you got your release, now i want mine” he tells you with a small smack to your ass.
he climbs atop his bed, hands holding your hips. he pushes his clothed cock against your ass letting you feel how hard he is. you bite your lip in response. you were still sensitive. nonetheless you grind against him, rubbing your core against his boner. jeno lets out a low moan, pushing up against you too. you let your head fall against the mattress, hands laid flat against it to keep yourself upright. you swivel your hips, pushing harder against him.
“fuck, im about to cum in my pants” jeno says and you laugh lightly.
jeno slips out of his sweats with a quickness, wanting to at least be in you for a few before he actually cums. he aligns himself with your hole, pushing all the way in.
“a-ah, fuck” you say, looking back at jeno over your shoulder.
“you’ve been taking my cock all week like a good girl, you don’t need to adjust anymore,” he says, pushing in and out of you at a quick pace.
you can feel every vein on his cock, it’s making your head spin. he grips your hips, steadying himself as he drills you from the back. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the sheets under you tightly. you feel like you’re about to cum already. he fucks you fast and hard, his head thrown back girthy moans coming from his throat. sweat drips down his bare chest, a work of art he is. you were sure your hips were gonna bruise though as hard as he’s holding them.
“always so fucking tight, i love it” jeno says, bending down to be right in your ear.
he uses a hand to grip your thigh, pulling it forcing you to spread your legs wider. you yelp in surprise. his other hand presses to the small of your back, telling you to arch.
“f-fuck, there you go–-good girl” he leaves a smack to your ass, fucking into you even harder.
he’s no longer holding your hips. both his hands are holding the headboard, using it as leverage so he can drill you as hard as he wants. you let yourself go, not even bothering to say you were close. clenching down onto him as you release yourself. he moans at that, feeling the extra wetness. he doesn’t stop though, he keeps going. you feel your nerves going crazy, you were sensitive before but now you were extra sensitive.
“i’m sensitive, jeno” you whine, using your hands to try and push his hips to make him stop.
“move your fucking hands” he sneers.
he grabs both your wrists, pinning them to your back. he continues to fuck you mercilessly. hot tears run down your face, pooling onto the bed sheets. he climbs up your body, making his way to your face. “cum for me, princess” he whispers to you. he kisses your face a couple of times.
“come on, you can do it” he tells you. you shake your head vigorously. “i know you can do it baby,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek lovingly.
it blows your mind how sweet he’s being. kissing on you while he fucks the shit out of you. backwards, but makes complete sense as far as lee jeno goes. you let go, that little knot in your tummy coming undone. jeno continues to push in and out of you, allowing you both to ride out your highs. you breathe heavily as you try to calm your nerves. you just came three times in a span of an hour. man he’s good.
“you did so well,” jeno says as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“you’re not touching me for the next two weeks” you say, flicking his forehead.
“now you know damn well,” jeno laughs, laying down next to you.
—
“i wanna tattoo” jaehyun says.
“woah, really? you’d look so hot” haechan says with a mouth full of food.
“on everything, where do you want it?” you asked, sipping on the drink in front of you.
you and the regulars were currently on a “once a month lunch date”. your very own friend holiday that you guys created to make sure you guys always stay in contact. today haechan and sungchan crashed you guys, but it’s fine. they’re basically your roommates too.
“i’m thinking about the forearm” jae answers and you nod.
“everytime you play everyone will be able to see it, good spot” kevin agrees.
“do you know what you wanna get?” sungchan asks, jaehyun shakes his head no in response.
“regular you already gets all the girls, now imagine when he’s tatted” sungchan jokes, you guys all laugh. “man, but i never see you with any” haechan says, looking at jae for answers. “kid you not, as long as we’ve been staying together he hasn’t brought one girl home—ever.” kevin says and you nod. “i can second that statement” you agree with kevin.
jaehyun rolls his eyes in response. “you guys are so embarrassing” he groans, toying with the food on his plate. “it’s true!” you and kevin say in unison. “kev brings home a new girl every week,” you start. “yeah, and yn used to bring jeno over everyday” kevin jokes. “haha, so funny kev. it was not everyday.” you give him a dirty look. “oh please, the man was practically living there,” he follows up. “oh my god, it was like…once or twice a week!” you defend yourself. jaehyun shakes his head with a laugh.
“it was like everyday…” jae says, scratching the back of his head.
“fucking traitor,” you mumble with a pout.
“speaking of jeno…” kevin starts.
“conversation over.” you shut him down right away.
“come on, let’s talk about your potential baby daddy,” haechan teases.
you roll your eyes in response to their teasing.
“damn, no rubber? you’re wild yn” sungchan says with a laugh.
“plastic is bad for the environment, you should be thanking me” you joke.
the table erupts in laughter at your joke.
“get the bill so we can get the hell out of here”
—
you and jeno were cuddled up on the couch, flicking through selections on the TV. you were stuffing your face with the popcorn while he tried to find an anime you guys haven’t watched.
“what about death note?” he asks.
“love it, but i just rewatched it” you respond.
“anohana?” “menma is kinda annoying,” “boruto?” “nah, the manga is better,” “full metal alchemist?” “i’m sleep already,” “oh my god. what about jojo’s?” “character design is trash as fuck, hard pass.” “I GIVE UP” jeno says.
you look up at him like he’s crazy.
“the hell is your problem?” you say with a mouth full of popcorn.
“you’re so picky!” jeno sneers, handing you the remote.
“next time i give you head i’m gonna bite the tip” you say, snatching the remote from him.
“shut the hell up,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around you and leaning his head on your shoulder.
“ew get off me, i’m mad at you” you tell him, jabbing your elbow into his middle.
“just find something baby, damn” he whines, holding your arm in place so you don’t hit him.
“the holy grail itself,” you say with a wide smile.
“this? this is what you chose?” he says with a look of disgust.
“i don’t take cowboy bebop slander, you can shut the fuck up” you say, waving your finger in his face dramatically. “you chose this over all those other choices? really?” his mouth is agape.
“you must’ve never seen this one,” you retort. “hell no, it’s old as fuck!” jeno laughs.”shut up and watch it, you’re gonna love it” you press play on the first episode.
—
“someone’s been living the good life, huh?” yuta says with a smirk.
jeno looks back at him confused.
“huh?” yuta shakes his head, turning him around in the mirror.
the red scratch marks and bite marks decorated all over his backside. yuta laughs, patting his shoulder.
“i’m tryna get like you” sungchan laughs, joining in on the conversation.
“different girls?” yuta asks and jeno shakes his head no with a disgusted expression.
“haven’t so much as looked at another girl since i got mines,” he tells yuta, pulling his jersey over his body.
yuta nods with an impressed expression.
“so…we’re all thinking about the same girl, aren’t we” haechan says and all the boys start laughing.
“tell yn we said cut her nails” yuta jokes, slapping the back of jeno’s head before he makes his way out.
“go figure, look who’s calling me” sungchan laughs, turning his phone so everyone can see.
jeno sits down on the bench slipping his cleats on.
“what’s up babygirl” sungchan says when the call connects.
he laughs at jeno’s glare.
“wait what? slow down,” sungchan tell you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
jeno perks up at his serious tone. he motions to his ear, sungchan tosses him his airpod case.
“i don’t know, i just—can you come here, please?” you say, voice shaky.
you sounded scared but jeno didn’t know why. he needed to know.
“where is she at?” jeno mouthed and sungchan nodded.
“where are you at, baby? send me your location, i’ll come get you” he says and you nod, doing as you were told. “okay, i sent it” you sniffled. jeno was losing his damn mind. why didn’t you call him?
“don’t tell jeno, please…” you say, and sungchan looks up at him.
jeno shakes his head no.
“babe…i have to tell him,” he tells you.
“no! please don’t, please chan…i’m begging you” you plead and sungchan nods.
“ok, i won’t. i’m coming right now, don’t go anywhere.” he tells you and you shake your head yes.
“ok, thank you…love you” you say before you hang up.
“let’s go, now.” jeno says, grabbing his keys.
—
“i told you not to tell him, sungchan!” you said, stomping your foot.
you and sungchan were standing a few feet away from a pacing jeno. not super far but just out of earshot.
“i couldn’t not tell him yn! he was right there when you called me,” sungchan said, defending himself. you groan, hands flying to your face. you sink down to the ground, shaking your head back and forth. sungchan rolls his eyes at your dramatic actions. he crouches down to be at your level, joining you on the floor.
“he’s gonna fucking kill me” you mutter, squeezing your eyes shut. “come on, it can’t be that bad” sungchan tells you, rubbing your back. “i came here with eric!” you whisper shouted, looking back to see if jeno heard you. “oh….yeah you’re dead” sungchan says, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
“come here yn,” jeno says.
you swallow harshly, standing to your feet. you stuff your shaky hands into your sweater pockets. shuffling towards where jeno stands, your eyes watch the gravel under your sneakers. once you're in arms length, he grabs your forearm, tugging you towards the back seat. he opens the door aggressively, jerking his chin forward telling you to climb in. you do so, sitting in the middle seat. you fold your hands and rest them on your thighs. jeno tosses sungchan the keys before he climbs into the back seat.
—
the air is thick. awkward and super quiet. even though there’s music playing it still seems super quiet. you look over at jeno. he’s staring out the window, jaw clenched tightly. even the grip he has on your thigh is strong.
“j-jeno?” you whisper.
he doesn’t respond, he just turns to look at you.
“if you’re not gonna tell me why you were here, i don’t wanna hear shit from your mouth” he sneers. you flinch, his words hurt you. he’s never talked to you like that before.
“i-i was here with someone…but something came up! i j-just needed a ride home” you lie, believably so at that. jeno wasn’t buying it though. he knows you too well.
“you’re lying. don’t fucking lie to me, yn” jeno says, he raises his eyebrows at you.
his serious expression made your stomach churn.
“i was here with eric…” you admit.
“i knew it! i fucking knew it—dammit!” jeno yells, fists flying full force to punch the passenger seat in front of him.
“why? why were you with that son of a bitch?” he asks you, rage evident in his voice.
you hiccup, trying to calm yourself down and steady your nerves. you scoot back from him, sliding into the seat on your left hand side.
“it wasn’t anything like that! he wanted to talk, and that’s all we did…” you started. jeno rolls his neck from side to side. jaw still clenched as he stretches his muscles. “he didn’t like my answer to him, so he kicked me out of his car and left me there” you shrugged.
“he did what?!” sungchan and jeno shouted at the same time.
“this is why i didn’t want to say anything!” you whined, hitting your head on the back of sungchan’s seat groaning.
“sungchan take me home, please” you say to your friend. he nods, picking up his phone to type your address in.
“you don’t wanna come home with me?” jeno asks and you shake your head.
“i think we both need some time alone,” you tell jeno. “fuck that, i wanna be with you.” he tells you. “did you not see how you just reacted?! you need to blow some steam off, away from me” you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest.
“whatever yn,” jeno scoffs.
“fucking kids” sungchan laughs, continuing to drive.
—
“ow! stop, i’m sorry!” kevin cried as you pinched his ear. jeno and the other boys watched in amusement as you inflicted pain on the boy. “twist it!” haechan yelled out with a laugh. sungchan giggled, slapping haechan’s arm as he snorted loudly.
“are you gonna do it again?” you ask tauntingly, kevin nods vigorously. “no, i swear to fucking god–just stop” kevin cries out, and you let him go. he pouts, hand flying to rub his throbbing ear.
“and fuck you, haechan!” kevin sneers, chucking a pillow in his direction.
you laugh as you make your way over to jeno. you climb onto his lap, making yourself comfortable on his lap. you snuggle into him, his hands wrapping around you.
“you’re a little bitch,” jeno whispers, kissing your face. “mhm, what are you gonna do about it?” you stick your tongue out at him. he shakes his head, pinching your thigh. you whine, pushing his hand away. “yeah, that’s what i thought, don’t act tough with me” jeno says and you giggle, nodding your head.
“haechan would be a really good name for y’all kid” hae says, tossing a pillow at the two of you. jeno catches it, throwing it back his way. “i don’t know why the fuck you thought our pitcher wouldn’t catch that” sungchan deadpans.
"can you like shut the hell up? i like you better when you're not talking" haechan says, flinching at the taller boy.
“fuck no, kevin is a way better name!” kevin shouted, slapping the back of haechan’s head. “all i know is…i wanna be the godparent,” sungchan says with a wide smile.
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The Twdg gang reaction to you being attractive and somehow keeping up with your appearance in the apocalypse? Thank you
Hello love! Thank you very much for this amazing request!!<3
TWDG gang with a very attractive reader
Violet
This girl was stunned the first time she saw you
How the hell can a person look that good
Especially when it’s rare to wash your face now a days?
She’s never been one to care for her appearance since she doesn’t really see a point
And she doesn’t really see why others do it
But that doesn’t mean she can’t respect a pretty face when she sees one
She wouldn’t say anything outright but sometimes when we daydreams you’ll sometimes catch her looking at you
And if your really luck when you smile at her she might get a little red in the face
If you ever call her out on her actions tho she’ll just tell you to piss off
Mitch
A bit like Vi, he doesn’t care for his own appearance and he doesn’t see why others do it
But once he saw you he looked at you wide eyes in awe
How tf can someone end up so beautiful in times like these???
He won’t really say anything about it but he’s try to get closer to you
He will always look at you out of the corner of his eyes
He’s not good with compliments but sometimes he’ll give you a slight one
“Your hair look alright today.”
You’ll never see it coming and it might not seem like much but my boys trying
Sometimes he might even adjust his posture or fix his fringe just a bit when you enter a room
He doesn’t want you to think of him as a smelly little man lmao
Louis
Now this dude immediately says something
It’s hard to find someone like him, who keeps up with their dashing good looks now a days
He will always compliment you
and vi always make fun of him for it
He doesn’t care though
I mean at the end of the day who can blame him!
He’ll also mess around with you but in a light hearted way
“We would stay and chat but me and name have to go wash our hair and trim our nails.”
He has a lot of respect for you for putting effort into the way you look
But don’t get me wrong he also pays a lot of attention to you personality too! (They all do btw I’m just saying it now •3•)
Marlon
This man was also in awe when he first saw you
God damn you’d like really hot!
Like Mitch, he’d also try to sort out his hair (tho what could fix that mess /j) and his posture
He’d always try to talk to you
In times like these everything’s gone all dreary so it’s nice to see something fresh and well looked after
After seeing you try so hard with his looks, he will try to do the same
He’s praying that you’d pick up on it and compliment him lmao
He will also be extra salty if anyone picks on his hair or anything like that especially if your around
He also can’t help but look at you like you’ll see him form across the courtyard just looking at you
If you called him out on this he’d just give some rubbish excuse like “I was just checking up on you.”
Aasim
Was also shocked by your beauty
He wouldn’t even talk to you at first and when he would it’s the bare minimum
He would definitely write about you tho! And all things positive about you
As much as he loves your appearance, he would also try to learn more about your personality
He’s low key hooked
He doesn’t have a crush on you for your looks alone
But it always makes him get all flustered when you agree with him or compliment him
He doesn’t know how to respond but his embarrassment is clear lol
He also always hopes that you get paired up to do the same job as him
Just so he can spend more time with that beautiful brain and face of yours ;)
Omar
He loves how attractive you are!
He thinks pretty privilege should never be a thing! That is until he meets you
You best believe your getting first picks at dinner and lunch
And if you wanted a certain meal he’s already made it for you!
He could sit and look at you for hours
And he does!
When he’s cooking he will look up from his food just to see you
He feels so proud whenever you compliment him!
Ruby
This girl in impressed
She’s very really bothered about looks but like Vi she can appreciate a pretty face
Will definitely call you nick names
“Well hey there , good looking.”
She too can just get lost in thought when she’s looking at you
She will always lightly adjust her posture and rub her face a bit when she sees you
She just wants you to think she’s pretty too
She will also try to grow a flower just for you!
Cheesy but cute!
Brody
She blushed when you first made eye contact with her
She just wants to know how you do it???
How do you make your hair so shiny?
You skin so soft?!
And you actually smell good?!?!
She’s a tiny bit jealous but all n all she doesn’t mind
She definitely does one of those clique sighs when she sees you
Heaven forbid you compliment her
She gets all giddy as exited and compliments you back x100!
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Max Lord x ofc, Dave York x f!reader, Javier Peña x f!reader, Dave York x Javier Peña
WC:4.7k
Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. F!receiving oral. M/M hand jobs. Double penetration. Dave York. Filth.
Summary: Dave York is a menace.
And It Just Keep Getting Better
Part 4: Three's Good Company
"Mrs Lord? I had to put one of Dave's guests in one of the spare rooms. She enjoyed herself a little too much and had been on a crash diet to look her best." Kyle called down to the front desk. Mrs Lord thanked him, and he heard her mutter something about Dave needing to come with extra warnings.
Kyle didn't mind working at the motel. He was one of the few men here who hadn't crossed over into sex work but the pay was still good. Santos passes him on the balcony carrying a tray of food for the latest victim of Dave York's libido. Like him, Santos is just here to work. The same goes for Dio, who does the housekeeping as part of his community service. Ricky, another young guy, helps out with maintenance now that Joel has proven himself a very welcome addition to the team of men the motel offers. Paul, who tends bar. The motel is teetotal so no-one makes any choices out of Dutch courage but Paul makes incredible mocktails.
The music becomes louder as he walks closer to the party. Omar's voice is muffled by the walls. Omar was a man of many talents. A boxer, a DJ, and very popular with the guests despite his tendency to come across as a cocky asshole. Reaching the party, Kyle peers through the side window. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Santos' appetisers have gone down well. People are chatting and dancing. Some with their potential partners for the night. Some with each other. It seems like it might be a calm, quiet night for him. There's still the chance he might be called for muscle cramps, back spasms, and sprains from over ambitious positions.
It's then he notices Din soff to the side of the bar standing firm. Din is a big, intimidating guy, so he usually tries his best to make his body language non-threatening. Following his eyeline, Kyle saw what had the big guy on edge. Dave is back in circulation, and he is standing in a group of women with Javier at his side. Javier's grip on his glass is noticeably tight as Dave pours on the charm.
Dave and Javier shared a wall and they are the most competitive bastards going. They are both ex-government agents. Both thoroughly enjoy their new job. They out earn all the other men here as they take work almost every night. Oberyn and Dieter come a close third and fourth, due to the fact that they actually like to take time off to indulge their other hungers. Luckily, Javier usually knew where to draw the line when they get competitive with clients. Dave's moral compass was a little less accurate in its directions. Kyle had dealt with a lot of the fallout from that, mild bruises and friction burns from Dave going a little too rough when he's asked to be.
The motel was more than you hoped for. The atmosphere was lively, the DJ was on fire. The volume was just low enough to have a conversation. The first man you spoke to was gorgeous. A deep tan, soft curly hair, warm inviting eyes. His orange shirt was unbuttoned low, inviting your eyes to his chest. The collar bones peeking out made you want to bite them and his long neck. Then he started to talk. He was charming enough but he just seemed too…sweet.
Finding yourself single at forty-five and suddenly thrust into the dating scene was, well, shocking. All the men you met seemed to want a mother not a partner. You needed a man that could go toe to toe with you. One that can stimulate your mind as well as your body. One that could handle your needs that had only seemed to grow with age. One that would give you exactly what you ask for or take control of you when needed.
The way the man in the blue shirt looks at you, with an almost challenging glint in his eyes, makes you feel like you may have found someone worthy of you. He holds your gaze as he chats idly to the young woman in front of him. His hand finds her lower back as she laughs at her own story. The group around him laughs too, he doesn't react, he just keeps holding your gaze. There's something about the look on his face that drives you feral. Every inch of your body wants him but you don't want to make it too easy for him. Crossing the space between you approach the man on his right, laughing as he finishes a well time story. Introducing yourself to him first you see Blue Shirt's nostrils flare. Javier, as he tells you, takes your hand to kiss the back of it. The woman to your left clearly bristles at the attention he gives you as Dave, as Javier told you, tenses. Javier gives you a knowing smirk as he returns his attention to the woman.
After your little show Dave invites you to dance. You're barely on the dance floor before he pulls you tight to him, giving you a good idea of what is going on under that blue shirt as you press against him. With his lips almost on the shell of your ear he whispers "So you like to play games?"
Pulling back you look dead into his cold eyes and reply "No. I like to win them."
It certainly felt like winning as Dave's tongue curled inside of you. It strokes up your walls, exciting every nerve ending it touches. It's almost your own personal paradise as the man between your legs expertly draws you closer to orgasm by the second. Until the steady thumping begins against the wall above your head. Dave's eyes had been glued to the mess he was making between your legs and of you. Now they burned a hole in the wall.
"Everything okay?" You ask him sweetly as if you don't know exactly what's going on.
"Fine." He grunts against your folds as the thumping gets louder and is accompanied by Javier's name being chanted.
"Really because you seem to be more interested in what's going on next door." Amusement laces your tone.
"No, of course not." Dave huffs as he buried two fingers inside you.
A curl of his thick fingers makes you gasp. The sound is lost as Javier picks up the pace next door. Dave scowls and doubles down on his efforts to make you come.
The way he curls his fingers is blissful but not enough to distract you. "It's okay. I'm enjoying it. Why don't you invite them over? We can all play nice?"
Dave stops in his tracks a heavy frown on his face until you see the thought work through his brain and he breaks out into a grin.
The woman, Amber, maybe, (she did tell you her name you were far too distracted by a very naked and still erect Javier entering the room to take note) was a screamer. For the way Javier was fucking her deeply from behind you could get why but it was getting a bit much. Especially when she started throwing the word 'Papi' around. Dave looked like he wanted to pull out of you and choke her with his dick so she would shut the hell up.
Without much convincing Dave had gone next door and convinced them to join you.
"Fun!" Maybe Amber had exclaimed before getting on all fours next to you as you remained laying where Dave had left you not too far from your peak. Javier gave your body an approving once over over before slamming himself back into Amber with so much force that your teeth chattered on her behalf. Dave was busy getting a condom as Javier practically eye fucked you. His attention was solely on you as he drilled Maybe Amber from behind. The tension between you built until Maybe Amber screamed and clawed the sheets next to you. Javier let her drop to her chest panting before pulling out and making a show of pumping his still hard cock.
"Do you have another in you, Cariño?" He practically purred in her ear as he pulled her up flush to him palming her full tits as he did so.
Usually a woman's moans would turn you on but Maybe Amber's somehow managed to be obnoxious. Something snaps inside of you as you sit up to cover her mouth with your own. You can feel her shock until she slowly gives herself to you. Your tongue parts her lips and she lets it roll over hers.
"Naughty!" She playfully swats at your shoulder as you pull away.
Javier is suddenly pulling out of her and flipping her over to match your position on the bed. There's a look exchanged between him and Dave before they both start fucking in earnest. Dave is filling you completely, driving his cock right up against your cervix. The pleasure is almost blinding, it steals your breath. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Maybe Amber, the very white woman, still shouting 'Papi'. Pulling her to you, you kiss her again. The moans against your mouth tell you she's close. Moving away to give her some air you see the silent exchange between Javier and Dave. Javier is clearly pleased that he seems to be winning their little race to see who can get their woman to come first. Dave snarled at him as he shifts your hips higher and strokes against your g-spot. Javier swallows as you arch up, highlighting the breast he's wanted to kiss since he lay eyes on them. Javier doesn't break his rhythm at all, Maybe Amber gets closer and closer until…Dave pulls Javier in for a bruising kiss. It's enough to halt his thrusts completely. Arousal floods around Dave's cock as you enjoy the scene in front of you. Maybe Amber isn't so taken with it.
"....and then they kissed. I mean I don't mind girls doing it for fun but men? Ew. That's not what I paid for. I'm not paying to see that kind of thing. It's unnatural." Kimber finishes her story for Mrs Lord. Her husband Max sits next to her.
Max had a cushion on his lap, he grips it tightly and prepares for his wife's response.
Mrs Lord plasters on a tight smile. "You did the right thing by removing yourself from an unwanted situation. Now, I'm going to do the right thing by removing you from a situation that you are unwanted in." Kimber's mouth flaps like a fish, and Max shifts in his seat as Mrs Lord continues. "I'll have your bill for services already rendered, and a copy of the NDA you signed, ready for you once you have collected your things. A cab will be on its way. Thank you."
Any protests from Kimber are skillfully shut down by Mrs Lord. Max looks at her full of pride. His bare cock swells against the cushion he was concealing it with since the disgruntled client stormed in mid hand job.
Mrs Lord removes the cushion to find it smeared with fresh precum. "Look at this. This is just from watching me put a bigot in her place? You still get excited so easily for me. Don't you?"
"Always!" He barks out as her hand returns to his throbbing length. A couple of calls had already interrupted them twice so Max was right on the edge.
"I want to make a mess all over yourself and do the walk of shame to your room covered in the cum I milk out of you. I want everyone to know exactly what I do to you. Can you do that for me, my pretty boy?"
Max gasps and shudders as he covers himself in his cum. "Good boy." Mrs Lord strokes back his sweat soaked her as she tucks him away.
Maybe Amber's absence was barely noticed at all.
"Fuck. I'll pay extra if you do that again." You told Dave.
A smug smirk spread across his beautifully pouted lips.
"I'll pay for you, too. All night." You breathlessly tell Javier.
Originally you were going to save the threesome for night two. Mr Lord told you that some guests only stay for one night so you'd have more choice as you were paying for an entire weekend. You were more than happy to change up your plans for the two incredible men before you. Javier was lithe and lean, with a tiny waist, the little curve of his stomach was the only sign of his age. Dave was more muscular, his body was thicker and his ass had a more pronounced curve. Javier's eyes were softer, almost cow like. Where Dave's were cold and hawkish. They are both equally devastatingly attractive.
Javier makes the first move, threading his fingers tightly in Dave's hair as he kisses him like you asked. Making another move his fingers trail down your thigh as Dave begins to thrust again. Breaking the kiss Dave pays full attention to working his cock against your g-spot as Javier's long fingers find your swollen clit to stroke circles over it. Stars seem to twinkle in front of your eyes as your eyelids flutter. You sink back into total bliss as the two men work in tandem to get you closer. Dave can feel you right on the edge of cascading down into a pit of ecstasy. For some reason you teeter on it. That's when Dave has an idea. Spitting on Javier's cock he gives it a few long strokes as Javier leans into him and moans into his neck. The sight pushes you over the edge. You fall headlong into the void. Everything else falls away apart from your pleasure. There's no messy divorce or disappointing dates, just a deep hole of all consuming euphoria.
When you crawl back out of it moments later you see the two men have kept themselves busy. The two of them are on their knees at the end of the bed slowly fisting each other's cocks. At this point you are dripping on to the sheet below you.
"You're back." Dave grins. "I thought we lost you there for a second."
Shaking off any wariness you felt from coming so hard you focus on the task at hand. These two men are yours, all night. The bed creaks as you climb up to kneel with them, kissing Javier then Dave. Dave responds to the micro aggression of you choosing Javier first by kissing you roughly, all tongue and teeth. The same teeth bite into your neck as Javier kisses the other side.
"Fuck me. Here. Like this, both of you." You manage to pant out.
Javier holds you up as Dave grabs some condoms and lube. When he returns you push away his hand with the condoms in. "You won't need them." The look in your eyes tells him not to question it. They're both clean and Kyle 'acquires' all the clients medical info so he knows you're clean and safe.
The lube is cold until the motion of Dave's fingers opening you up warms it. "Are you sure you can take both of us?"
"I've been looking for a man to offer me a challenge. Between you both I think you can just about manage it." A smirk bigger than Dave's graces your lips.
It's wiped off as Javier adds two fingers of his own. The feeling of being so full makes you doubt how long you'll last. It already feels amazing.
"Ladies first." Dave smiles at Javier.
"Fuck off." Javier spits before whispering in your ear. "Are you ready for me?"
In an answer you press your ass back into him. His cock breaching you is exquisite. He's thicker than Dave, the stretch is perfect. Then Dave attempts to join him. It's hard going at first. Even with how wet you are. They are both just so big. Javier plays with your tits. Palming and groping them just right. Rolling your erect nipples between his fingers. Dave helps by thumbing your clit until both of them are inside you.
Javier's hair is soft in your grip opposed to the hard bugle of Dave bicep. You're just suspended between them. Too scared to give them the signal to move. Either one of these men could ruin you, Dave already almost has. Two of them together? Before being thrown back into the lacklustre sex life you had endured this last year? Men who couldn't find you clit with a GPS. Who spilled their load after a few pumps and asked if you enjoyed it. This might actually ruin you for life.
As Dave sucked your bottom lip into his mouth to chew on it lightly, you couldn't care less. "Fuck me."
The scream that left your mouth as they both thrust upward gave Maybe Amber a run for her money.
"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" Javier asked as he pulled back out a little.
"She's fine." Dave told him making no attempt to ease off at all.
"I'll be fine once you boys start working together." You grit out.
"Together, huh?" Dave raised his eyebrows at Javier.
All of a sudden, four large, strong hands find your waist and ass. They lift you in unison. Your legs are wrapped around Dave's waist. You silently thank the yoga classes you've been taking since the divorce. They've really helped that stiff hip. The hands now guide you up and down as the two of them fill you. You were completely new to double penetration, but since the opportunity presented itself. Why not? It was strange to be so full. It was almost too much. It only took a handful of thrust for you to come around them, and then it really was too much."Stop. Stop."
Javier stops instantly and pulls out. Dave stops and stays completely seated inside you. "Are you sure?" He rolls his hips languidly.
The overstimulation makes you quiver and cling to him.
"She's sure, Dave." Javier's arms wrap around you from behind.
It's a protective gesture that makes you weak in your current hormonal state. He easily pulls you back to him.
"Well then. I guess this is left for you to deal with." Dave grabbed the base of his cock.
Javier ignores him to lay you down gently. "I apologise for him. Can I get you anything? Water?"
"I'm good. I don't think I have it in me for all night after that. It was…" you let out a puff of air and your head is heavy on the pillow.
"Oh, I think we can get one more out of you." Dave is on Javier like a big cat on it's prey. He pounces, hand in Javier's hair, lips sucking at his neck. His free hand roughly fists Javier's cock.
The sound that leaves Javier is definitely a growl. It seems to be more directed at himself, as if he hates that his cock it currently throbbing in the other man's hand. In response, Javier grabs the base of Dave's shaft and squeezes. His teeth sink into Dave's shoulder. It's like watched two apex predators vie for dominance. It's all clashes of teeth and wrestling for control. Until they both get lost in the pleasure. They find a rhythm as they jerk each other off. They simmer down to long, broad strokes. Both of them look utterly wrecked, board chest heave together, precum leaks from their pretty cocks. It's enough to soothe the overstimulation with a fresh burst of arousal. You find your fingers skimming the soft skin of your stomach until they're almost where you so desperately need them.
Only to have Dave yank them away. "I told you you had at least one more in you."
"You did. Even a broken clock…" The sass and the shrug you give Dave delights Javier who pulls you in for a kiss. It's a passionate embrace of his lips at first then fades into a soft caress. Dave's hardness may have piqued your interest first but Javier's softness is even more intriguing. It's clearly something he keeps hidden under a cool exterior. You wonder what happened to make him so guarded.
"Why don't we just take you one at a time this time? Since that smart mouth writes checks your body can't cash? Javier?"
Javier is more than willing as his cock bobs between his legs with his moves close to you. He pulls you up to kneel like him. His lips as kissing trails down your neck and over your breasts. As he mutters against them. "How do you want it?"
"Hard, from behind. Like before." The memory of him fucking Maybe Amber made your pussy flutter.
At the party you heard a rumour that Javier and Dave were always booked. So far you had no reason to doubt that but Javier was certainly driving it home with his cock. He'd started slowly. Pulling your hips back and forth rather than fucking you. He called to Dave to look. "See how wet she's making my cock. Fuck. It disappeared inside her so easily, too. Such a pretty cunt." That's when he had started to thrust himself.
It was as if your climax was at the top of a set of steps, but you couldn't see the top. He'd fuck you to what you thought was the edge then pick up the pace and fuck you even higher. The peak you thought was in reach was really a plateau before he ruined you even further.
The closer Javier got to his own peak, the rougher he was. Now, he has you pinned to the bed by your neck. His body pressed impossibly close between your legs as he gave you every proud inch of his cock. The sheer size would have been overwhelming but he knows how to use it, too. As your legs shake. Javier moans from behind you. "Where do you want it?"
The thought of this beautiful man filling you with his cum snaps the tension building in your core. Your cunt milks him as you beg "Inside. Inside. Please. Oh, god."
Javier's hips are still moving as you spasm around him and his cock floods your pussy. Every part of your body tingles and you feel dizzy with pleasure. There's no time to recover as Dave flips you over. You are thankful for Javier's cum inside you as Dave fills you in one thrust. It aids him to glide right home. Lifting your hips, Dave has you nearly bent in two as he fucks you hard and relentlessly.
"I'll teach you to tease me. We both know it was me you wanted, not him." The headboard is banging wildly against the wall at this point. The sound reverberates around the room. It's almost enough to drown out the sound of the door opening and closing as Javier leaves for a smoke break. The grey cloud he blows out floats past the window and you swear you join it when another orgasm leaves you weightless.
"See you're a good girl, when you're not being a mouthy bitch." Dave muffles your response with his hand. For a second, sincere warm eyes replace his almost dead ones. "Is this alright?"
Looking him in the eyes you nod against his hand.
"Fuck. Gonna use this tight little cunt to finish in. Gonna give you another load in here. You little whore."
Wrenching your face out from under his grasp you manage to get out "Pot. Kettle."
Dave lets out a genuine laugh.
"Fair. You should ask for a job here. With this wet pussy and that fire, men would be queueing around the block. Fuck." He hissed the word. His thrusts were becoming sloppy.
"Maybe I will. Maybe I'll make you pay to fill this pussy every night. The first one is free. Come on." Everything in your body is so geared up for pleasure that it only takes a few circles of your fingertips over your clit for your pussy to clamp down on Dave. A mess swirls between your legs as both your cum and Dave's mix with Javier's. It leaks out as Dave keeps thrusting until he is completely soft and you've finished twitching around him.
"Oh, fuck." Dave's eyes widen as he pulls out. Your pussy is swollen, pink and dripping. Creamy fluid hangs in strings across your lips as he splits them with his fingers to watch his release drip out of your still pulsing hole.
"Shall we call this your job interview? I'm going to need some documentation." Opening a drawer by the bed he pulls out a camera. "Just one picture of this pretty pussy?"
"Is this a thing you normally do?"
"No." He says in all honesty.
The camera is usually a prop for his 'cheating spouse' bit. With his wedding ring still firmly in place people assume he's married so he leans into it. It gives some for the single people a dirty thrill to be chosen over his wife, to break the rules. He threatens them with blackmail, takes a few Polaroids, tells them he'll show people in their lives what a dirty slut they are. It's crude but effective. He sends most of the pictures home with the guests. A few insist that he keep them. He keeps a couple tucked away for when he needs help to rise to the occasion. Planning for two girls' futures means he needs to work a lot. Usually he's up for that, his sex drive has never been higher, but even he gets tired sometimes. He has to pregame, photos in one hand, his cock in the other until he's revived and hard.
This is the last first photo he has taken just for his own pleasure. At the end of the weekend, he'll be secretly thrilled when you refuse to take it. He hides it in his nightstand, and for the first time since the divorce, he'll take his ring off. Dave had fucked a lot of people in the last year, you were the first one to stir something other than his carnal desires.
Javier notices the tan line of Dave's missing wedding ring right away. He doesn't say a thing. He also keeps quiet when, one afternoon, Dave's headboard slams rhythmically into the wall at his head. He knows for a fact that Dave doesn't have anything on the books for that afternoon. He smirks when a familiar voice calls Dave's name. The smirk broadens into a smile for a couple of reasons. Firstly, he's happy to see another guy who was chewed up and spat out by the government getting something good out of life. Secondly, with Dave's cock otherwise occupied, there might finally be a clear winner of their little competition.
Javier enjoys his smoke as he takes in the view from the balcony. The thick layer of forest is so different from where he grew up. He makes a mental note to call his dad and check on how the repairs are going on the ranch. The cigarette is nearly down to his fingers when he spots Max Lord speed walking to the room he keeps downstairs. Javier can help the chuckle that leaves him as notices the white cream streaks over his boss's clothes. He can only imagine what Mrs Lord has done to him this time. Another chuckle leaves him at the thought of the depravity the two of them bring out in each other. He still remembers Max's whimpers as Mrs Lord suck his cock with Javier fucked her from behind for his audition. That's why they took to calling her Mrs Lord. The whole motel would happily warm her bed again but they respected her, and Max, too much. They'd given them all a second chance. Dio was saved from prison. They help Dieter through his rehab. Dave was desperate for cash after the CIA dropped him for someone else's bad call. When Javier himself decided that chasing Escobar wasn't worth the things he had to live with, he'd found a home here, fucking away some of his trauma.
Javier's trip down memory lane is cut short by the arrival of the motel's most mysterious resident. Din. The women with him practically swoon at him merely walking them to his room as they hang from each broad shoulder. Javier knows more about Din's sexual preferences that he does about his circumstances. He knows that Din often takes more than one person to his room. He knows the man has a breeding kink. He's one of the few men who isn't a little freaked out by pregnant clients. Javier is always worried he's going to hurt the kid, no matter how many times Mrs Lord and Kyle reassure him. As it stands, he is the only man at the motel, besides Mr Lord, to make Mrs Lord squirt. Beyond that and his kind nature, Din is a mystery.
#pedro pascal character fanfiction#maxwell lord x ofc#dave york x f!reader#javier peña x f!reader#dave york x javier peña
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Just a Little Further 36
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The day dawns, and Ava and I go down for breakfast. A little before we left, I reached out and invited Raaden and Ginny to eat too. As we come downstairs to the dining room, they are already there, siting.
"Why did you invite us to your office so early today Melody?" Raaden laughs as she takes a sip of tea. Huh. I guess I do a lot of business in the morning during or right after breakfast. I can't help it, morning is when I get the most done.
"I've got some news for both of you, but first lets eat." Raaden and Ginny share a look before breakfast is brought out and we tuck in.
Breakfast is probably my favorite meal of the day. Even here on the Reach where we're thousands of light-years from a good egg or oats I can find delicious breakfast foods to eat. I've always liked sharing a meal with others, and to have friends around the table makes the meal that much more enjoyable.
After breakfast, the staff clears the table and brings out fresh tea and a coffee for me. "All right. Raaden, Ginny. We've discussed things and we are wondering if you'd both like to become Builders?"
Ginny squeals and practically jumps out of her chair "Yes! Yes, thank you Empress, thank you!"
Raaden blinks in surprise. She inclines her head slightly. "Are you sure Melody? You know who I am, you know who I used to represent. If words get home that you're siding with me, it'll mean trouble for you."
Ava looks up from her tea at Helen. "Raaden, you've been here with us for a few months now and not only has there been no word from Venus, but you have shown yourself to be a model resident, helpful and interested, as well as having good insight and good instincts. We need help, and to be frank, we need your kind of help."
I put my coffee down. "Additionally, if we're actually going to try and take over back home, it won't matter that you're from Venus right? You'll be a Builder and if we succeed it'll all fall under me." I pick up my coffee and take a sip to hide my expression. "And if we fail, we're all dead anyway, so it doesn't matter."
Ava looks at me shocked. "What do you mean?"
Raaden nods. "No Ava, Melody is right. If we're actually going to do this, we have only one option: success. If we fail we will all-" she gestures around grandly "-be killed. All of us. They will not tolerate any Builder to survive. They might even destroy the Gates."
Ginny looks between Ava, me and Raaden as we talk. "What is going on? Destroy the Gates? Kill us all? Take over? What are you planning?"
I sigh. Ginny went with us to the Wilds, but she worked with Omar on the reactors the whole time, she missed out on the conversations we had on the way there and back. "Ginny, we're tossing around the idea of amassing a fleet and... attempting to conqueror Human/K'laxi/Xenni space."
I had no idea how she was going to react to that.
Ginny looked at us, expecting us to break out in laughter. "You're serious? It's not a joke?"
"Ginny, I have the power to make people who are in proximity to me do whatever I tell them, and they don't have the ability to disobey. If word gets out to home about that, they will send people to kill me. If that fails, they will just launch a dreadnought to destroy the Starbase. Raaden and Ava have pointed out the only way to survive is to attack first and win. I get that it's a lot, and if you don't want to sign on for that, it's okay, but you should know that as of right now that's our plan."
I suppose I didn't know what would happen next. I like Ginny, she seems smart and observant but we're telling her that we plan on going to take over our home systems. As she thought about it, her face contorted into a wicked grin. "Take over back home? The whole thing? All the planets, colonies, starbases and everything? I'm in."
Ava blinked. "Just like that?"
Ginny was emphatic. "Just like that. Let's show them all what we can do."
Raaden tipped her head back and laughed. "Well then. How can I say no? Melody, Ava, I appreciate you taking a chance on me. I can emphatically say we did not get off on the right foot, but you gave me a chance and didn't just stuff me into a hibernation cabinet. I'm in. I'm with you entirely Empress. Let me help you win.
Well then no time like the present. I asked them both to stand, and went over and gave them each a kiss. Ava frowned the whole time, but she knows that it's the best way to introduce the Nanites to them. Raaden still smells good. I should find out what scent she has.
Just to make sure there's no hard feelings I go back and give Ava a kiss too. Laughing, I take my new Builders and we go out into the Reach to begin the work.
In the first of possibly many foolish decisions, I had Raaden and Omar take High Line out and with a small crew of local volunteers go to the other locations Janais mentioned. Pesmara was a Starbase like the Reach or the Wilds. It was intact but empty. That was unexpected. I figured we'd see either a cloud of dust or a full Starbase like Reach of the Might of Vzzx, but instead there was a whole, empty Starbase. Raaden linked a beacon back to us, but I told her not to go aboard. We could send a crew over to figure out what happened later.
The Heights of Gilmenny was more like the High Mars Orbitals. It was originally a series of Orbital stations above the planet Gilmenny. The planet still existed, but there were no signs of the Orbitals according to Raaden. Scanning the planet she found multiple debris fields. It seems that since Janais had seen them last, the Heights fell. Further scans could not detect any sapient life on the planet. It was good to know we had a planet under our control, and a source of mineral wealth. We're going to need it with all the ships we're going to build, but it would also have been nice to find more people.
Imperia was even stranger. According to Janais, Imperia was the old capital of the Holy Imperial Systems but when we got to the system there was nothing. No planets at all. Just a star and a cloud of dust.
"Devourers." Janais explained darkly. We could only hope that it had happened before Aeche sacrificed herself to destory them. Omar and Raaden couldn't tell how long ago it happened. seventy four plus years is nothing to an uncaring Galaxy. It might as well happened yesterday for all they were able to tell.
Still, the trip wasn't a whole loss. We found we have another Starbase to fill with people, and tenative plans are being made to decide what to do about the Wilds. The Starbase is too valuable to abandon completely, but it needs extensive repair. More work to do, more people we need.
With Ginny, Raaden and Janais as Builders, we were able to reduce the load that my other Builders were taking up. Um'reli got to have some time out of the chair finally and explore, and Raaden went with Omar and got started designing new ships. It turns out that being in command of a dreadnought gave her some ideas on other ways that we could build them. Between her ideas and Janais' experience with Builder designed ships, we've begun designing a whole new kind of ship. Janais wanted to name the whole class of ships Calamity Class Dreadnoughts. I thought it was a little over the top, but Raaden really liked it, so we kept it.
The Calamity Class ships were like a super Dreadnought. More than twice the reactors, a Stardrive from a starjumper, the largest wormhole generator we could make, room to hold two hundred troopers, and even atmospheric ability! That was Raaden's idea. She thought that since we were going to be attacking some colony planets, if we had the ability to land on the surface, we'd be able to catch them by surprise. Atmospheric manouvering also meant massive thrusters as well as control surfaces. The Calamity Class Super Dreadnought wound up looking sweeping, elegant and intimidating. It was a beautiful design.
"I mean, it's a great design. Really revolutionary." Omar looked at the designs in the Throne while Raaden, Janais, and I were connected so we could go over them. "There's just one problem though."
"What is that, Builder Omar?" Janais really has slotted herself in with us quite well. Her being a former Empress has never really come up these past few weeks. I wonder if she's just so happy to be doing something, that it almost doesn't matter what.
Also the fact that every wormhole link lets her see her partner again.
Omar sighed. "We don't have a way to actually build it. Something this big can't be done in the dockyard printers we have. We can't get much larger than a Frigate. We'd need a real orbital shipyard to make one."
Raaden nods. "We didn't see anything like a shipyard at the other systems we visited either. We'd need something like the Heinlein yards in the L2 point around Earth at least. Ideally, larger than that too."
"Okay then, so... I guess we need to build a shipyard first?"
"Yes, but the database you took from FarReach and the one that you grabbed of the Lavinia doesn't have plans for a shipyard." Raaden shrugs. "We're going to have to built one the old fashioned way. We'll have to design it, print the individual parts and bolt it together."
Janais raised her eyebrow and looked at Raaden. This was all new to her. "How long will that take?"
"Don't know. We've never built one. Heinlein yards has been in service for centuries. I think it took people around fifteen years to build it the first time. It'll probably take us longer."
"We might be able to shortcut it a bit" Omar began.
"I'm hearing a 'but' coming here Omar, what's the issue?" I took a sip of hot water. Coffee won't be coming any time soon, and I'm trying to figure out what parts of coffee I like the best. Today I have mug after mug of hot water. It's nice to have something hot to sip on, but it's still no coffee. If we have to wait fiften, twenty years before we have super dreadnoughts I don't know how I'll be able to go that long with no coffee.
"We'll have to take apart the Wilds. We can open it up and install printers and kind of turn it into almost a shipyard as it is. The shape is pretty close and it will be able to support the super dreadnought as it's being printed but it will mean that we won't be able to use it as living space. I could probably get it up and started in a year or so."
"Well, a year is better than fifteen. And the Wilds are damaged now, so people aren't living there." I turn to look at Janais. "You were living there until recently. How do you feel about us taking the Wilds of Besmara apart and turning it into a shipyard?"
Janais blinks and looks at me "You're asking my opinion, Empress?"
"Yes? You lived there for more than seventy years. If you have strong feelings about the place, I do not want to dissasssemble it to make a shipyard."
"Empress I..." Janais stops and composes herself. "Empress. That is possibly the kindest thing anyone has said to me. If I so wished, you would not turn the Wilds into a shipyard?
I shrugged. "We would look into other options. It doesn't have to be our first choice."
Janais shook her head and smiled. "Empress, with my thanks, please take the Wilds and fufil your destiny. I spent my time at the Wilds in mourning. When you arrived, you lifted the veil from my head and showed me another way. Let us take it, and use it to further your rule."
"Okay then. Omar, let's explore taking the Wilds of Besmara and making a shipyard. Could we get it over here?"
"I mean, maybe? It's too big for the Gates, so we could link it over, but it doesn't have any wormhole generators now and would probably need at least two more reactors if the existing ones were in good shape and I'll bet they are not given what we saw when we were there. Give me 4 months, and I can get the Wilds over here, or we can bring Sun Dancer and just live out of that on rotation while we convert."
As we plan and work out details, the morning goes long and becomes midday. As we get read to break for lunch, an alarm sounds. It starts with a sharp, high tone that slides low, then back high and repeats.
Empress!
What is it Starlight? What's the alarm?
There was a massive energy spike in system and a blinding flash of white and-
Wormhole link. Oh no.
Yes Empress, that's why I sounded the general alarm.
You did the right thing, we'll be right there.
"Come on everyone. Starlight has detected a wormhole link in system. Let's connect to the Reach from the Throne and see who has decided to pay us a visit."
Raaden looks worried. Ginny, and Janais confused. Omar and Ava have already left their chairs and are trotting towards the Throne.
We get there and sit down. It's very nice to have so many people connected, I think this is the first time everyone has slotted in. Ava looks over at Raaden and Ginny who approach some chairs but do not sit. "Raaden and Ginny your Nanites haven't integrated completely yet. You can sit, but please just watch. Don't try and access any systems until tomorrow."
They sit, and I can feel them enter the Reach with a surprised gasp. "Hi Everyone!" I say brightly. "So Starlight, show us what you see."
Starlight shares the last few minutes of sensor and camera data to all of us. As we watch, sure enough, I see the energy spike and in a flash something links into the system, about half way between the Gate ad the Reach.
It's huge.
It's way bigger than a dreadnought, it's nearly colony ship size. What is going on?
"Omar, what is that? I don't recognize it."
"Me neither Melody, I'll scan it."
"It looks like..." Ginny stops. "No, it can't be."
"What is it Ginny?" Ava sounds anxious. Given what Raaden has said, we're not expecting anyone friendly.
"It looks like there are two... or three Starjumpers in there! Look, if you take these parts-" She highlights some long lines in the middle "-and remove them-" She edits the image "-you see what looks like three Starjumpers. I don't know what they're connected with though."
"Ancestors Who Await my Return, I know what that is!" Raaden is practically shouting. "That's The Heinlein Shipyards!"
Omar's voice is flat, like he trying to hold something back. "What."
"I'd recognize those girders anywhere. Remember, we've been trying to capture them off and on for nearly 5 years. That's Heinlein."
"But..." Um'reli sounds worried, "Shipyards don't have wormhole generators."
"But Starjumpers do." Ava sounds amazed. "Someone synced the three Starjumper wormhole generators and stole the Heinlein Shipyards out from L2 around Earth."
Now Janais was worried "But who would do that? We don't have any allies over there."
I gasp. Oh no.
"Raaden. I think I know who it is."
"Yeah, Melody. I think I do too."
"Well don't keep us in the dark, who the heck just stole three Starjumpers and the whole entire Heinlein Shipyards?" Now, Omar sounds a little wild. I think he's having a hard time processing this.
I swallow. "It's the crew of the Vengenance of Lavinia. Or part of it at least."
"What?? Why would they do that?" We can all see eachother while connected to the Throne and Ava glances at Raaden and Ginny. They both are quiet and look like they're trying to shrink into their chairs.
"Ava, what was the first order I gave everyone at dinner?"
"Uh, 'you belong to me' or something right? I liked it. It felt dramatic and impressive."
"I also used my Voice. Everyone in the crew is officially a subject of mine. They literally belong to me. They must have been scheming to get back here almost as soon as they made it back to Venus."
"But how long has it been? a few months? They must have begun the process the minute they came home." Raaden sounds impressed. It was her crew, I guess she has the right.
Ava suddenly sounds anxious, on the verge of panic. "Melody! Those are Starjumpers! AIs run Starjumpers. You can't command AIs with your Voice, what are we going to do?"
Well I have been reading up on AI theory thanks to the Lavinia's library. So I might have a chance of getting them to listen, but it does feel too soon. Oh why couldn't they have waited like half a year before pulling something like this. We're just not ready.
Omar's head snaps up. "Wait wait wait. If that's Venus, the AIs would never work with them. The Heinlein Shipyards is where most Starjumpers are built, even now. It's possible those Starjumpers are new and don't have an AI yet."
Starlight cuts in. "Well, we're about to find out who it is. They're signaling us."
Starlight activates the radio and we can hear clamor and noise on the other end. There's a burst of static and a voice says "Empress! Empress Melody! We have returned! It was a long journey and we lost some compatriots in the firefight, but we have returned and have brought you an appropiate gift. Three nearly finished Starjumpers and the entirety of the Heinlien Shipyards includiing staff. We have them secured in the last Starumper under guard. With this gift, we hope that you will accept our return!"
As she hears the message, Raaden's expression changes from skeptisim to amazement. "That's Will! That's my second in command! It is the crew from Lavinia! Oh no, my crew alone stole the Heinlein Shipyards, something the Emperor has been trying to do for more than five years! He must be incandescent with rage." Raaden started giggling.
Ava looked at the image and then at Omar. "Well, there's your shipyard and it looks like we have three Starjumpers now to bolster our fleet.
"I won't say no, but wow." Omar shakes his head. "This paints a gigantic target on our back. We had better really get going with the Calamity Class. Also, Melody, lock the Gate. It won't stop wormhole linking, but it will stop people coming through that way."
"Oh. Yes. Good idea Omar." I take a moment and reach beyond the Reach to the Gate and lock it.
So the crew of the Lavinia wanted to come back so badly that they stole the entire Heinlien Shipyards with three almost complete Starjumpers and linked the whole thing here? On the one hand, I am completely surprised that I could inspire that kind of loyality in anyone from one command. On the other, now I have my own zealots to worry about.
I disconnect from the Throne and lean forward, putting my head in my hands. What am I going to do? We're not ready for a war and the crew of the Lavinia just made a huge swipe at Venus. The OPA, Free Luna and the High Mars cities probably already know about it. My only saving grace is that the Sol system doesn't talk with the colonies much these days thanks to Venus. I don't think most people will have any idea where they took the shipyards.
Ava disconnects and comes over. She puts her hand on my back and starts rubbing between my shoulders, right where I like it. "You okay Melody?"
I can feel the tears start to form in the corners of my eyeys. "Ava, they brought me so much! But, I'm not ready. We're not ready! Venus is going to come and attack to take it back if we're lucky. If we're not, it'll be the AIs and they'll just link in and slag us."
"Oh Melody." She bends her head down and kisses my hair. "They brought an entire shipyard. If we can hold off Venus, we can get going on the Calamity Class now! We'll be ready years ahead of schedule. This is a good thing hon. I mean it."
"But Ava, they're gonna miss it back home! They're going to try and find it."
"Earth is under the control of Venus nominally. The Heinlein Shipyards were operated by the OPA, nobody talked to anyone and hasn't for a decade. It's going to be a while before they even think to look here. If we're lucky, they'll spend years pointing fingers at each other and arguing about it without actually trying to look." Ava smiled "Besides, it's not like someone can track where a wormhole link went. They have no way of knowing it went to us. We should take this gift and use it. If we get those Starjumpers fitted out for Builder operation we'll have a formidable defence of the Reach in case anyone does come sniffing around."
Raaden disconnected and came over and heard me and Ava. "Melody, Ava is right. This is so out of the blue and so against any protocol, nobody will have any idea what the hell happened for possibly years. This is a massive head start. We've been given this opportunity. We need to grasp it." Her face hardened. "We can use this to kickstart our operation. We will succeed."
I sniffed. They knew just what to say to me. I was so worried it was all done the as soon as we realized it was the Heinlein yards that came. Ava and Raaden were able to calm me down and get me to see what a good thing this will be.
I'm so lucky to have them. I'm so lucky to have all my Builders.
As I stand, I look around to everyone. They've disconnected and are looking at me. I guess it's time to be an Empress again. "Starlight. Signal the Venusians, thanking them for their gift and inviting them to the Reach. We shall hold a special celebration in their honor. I will delcare a holiday. Make sure they bring the crew of the Heinlein too. We need to convince them to sign on and no do anything rash. I'll still command them, but I need them to get to the Reach first."
"Once you have finished Starlight, let's all go down to the docks."
"We have a delegation to meet."
Part 37
#humans are deathworlders#humans are space orcs#humans go on adventure#humans are space oddities#sci fi writing#writing#humans and ai#humans and aliens#the k'laxiverse#jpitha#just a little further
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Oz fast food barista AU (as someone who has had 3yrs barista experience). Also their ages can be pretty flexible in this au. Maybe they're college students maybe they're middle aged idk.
Tobias: He's definitely a shift leader and is one of the most responsible employees. Customers like him and he's the person you go to when you need a shift covered. He may not be the fastest barista but he never messes the drinks up.
Busmalis: Random elderly coworker. He's nice but he is SO slow and it stresses everyone out when they see that he's scheduled for a morning rush. Also he spills everything.
Rebadow: Sweet old man customer who orders the same thing every time (black coffee, prefers to pour his own creamer. Also a bagel with butter, prefers to put the butter on himself). Leaves a $1 tip lol.
Chris: Fuck boy employee. Has slept with TOO many coworkers and slips his phone number to like 20 different customers every shift. He's kinda entertaining but otherwise miserable to be around. He isn't particularly good at making drinks and he def doesn't help with cleaning or prep,, but he is unfortunately good at drive thru and making tips.
Ryan: The workplace gossip and devils advocate- you want to know anything about anyone? Ask Ryan. Somehow, he knows everything. He riles people up for fun and pits his coworkers against each other. He spends a lot of the time in the back on his phone, or in the bathroom doings drugs (yes I had a coworker who would do this lol), but sometimes he does work hard; It's very on and off with him. If u work with him for long enough he will tell you about his own relationship troubles. Also he's weirdly obsessed with one customers (gloria).
Miguel: He's fun to work with and is a pretty fast barista, altho he gets in trouble often and has even been fired a few times but somehow they always take him back. Runs to the window whenever there's a dog and makes sure to give them a pup cup. Is the only one who likes cleaning the espresso machine.
Chico: Is best at the food station or as a barista. Sometimes comes to work high but somehow he works better that way. WILL fight customers he does not gaf. Will make shady comments to a customers face if they don't leave a tip. Does not care about milk allergies and rolls his eyes when asked to remake a drink.
Omar: Same as Busmalis where he makes a lot of mistakes😭. Can talk to customers for a long time even if they clearly want to leave and are over the convo. They try to keep him in the back doing prep or the dishes but he loves doing drive thru even though he messes everything up.
Kareem: Shift leader who dreams of becoming manager. WILL call you out if he catches you stealing or sitting around, like if he is on the schedule it will not be a chill shift. He gives good advice sometimes so you would probably like him if he wasn't your annoying snitch coworker lol. He's the only person who makes sure that the bathroom is clean. Is pretty good at making tips.
Kenny: That one random teenager. Probably the laziest employee. He sits on the counter and plays games on his phone, even in front of customers. He's kinda amusing until you remember that he's a misogynist. Constantly threatens to quit but he never does.
Augustus: Okay so since he's in a wheelchair he may have to just stay in one position (I did some googling). Like just drinks or just drive thru since it's pretty cramped behind the counter. He's excellent at taking orders and makes customers laugh. A man who values his breaks. Like he doesn't gaf if the drive thru line has 20 cars, he WILL go sit out back to get some air.
Schillinger: gets paid minimum wage but also thinks that the minimum wage should not be raised. CREEPY. Like you do not want to work a closing shift with him. Will go on racist rants and all you can do is nod. Is a terrible barista and thinks that oat milk is woke.
Mukada: I imagine him as an operations manager type of person? Like he randomly pops into the store to see if everything is going fine. Everyone scrambles when they see his car pull into the lot. Ignores all the dirty jokes that they make. Tries to gently guide everyone to follow the rules but it's hard.
Adebisi: Also a creep that you won't want to work alone with. Do not put this man on drive thru... but he's an alright barista actually. Likes coming up with his own drinks. Has earbuds in when working and no one can get him to take them out.
McManus: Manager who is mad about the fact that he works for a fast food place. Honestly tries to be chill but will lose his shit over the most random things. You can tell him the times that you prefer to work but he will ignore that and schedule you whenever anyways. Does not take shit from customers and will defend his employees against them.
Okay ermm there's prob a lot of other characters that I could do but lolol
#oz#hbo oz#tobias beecher#miguel alvarez#kareem said#chico guerra#chris keller#omar white#tim McManus#agememmnon busmalis#Bob rebadow#simon adebisi#ray mukada#kenny wangler#ryan o'reily#augustus hill#vernon schillinger#Ok I spent the first hour of my 3 hour long class typing this up#what do i do now?#pay attention? no.. no.. that cant be it...
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Music Monday and WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @g0dspeeed @josephseedismyfather @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @direwombat @cassietrn and @adelaidedrubman
Tagging @shallow-gravy @strangefable @chazz-anova @josephslittledeputy @jillvalentinesday @wrathfulrook @poisonedtruth @voidika @strafethesesinners and @minilev
Got a snippet of The Years In Hope County (my almost slice-of-life September prompt collection fic that I'm still working on). You get to meet Silva's younger sister, Elsa Omar, and a special addition of Persephone. And a song for Elsa as well!
Additionally the chapter's almost done and might upload it either this week or next... so yay!
WIP below:
Sylvester’s brows creased at the word. She took a glance over to a group of men sitting at a table, one in a three-piece suit, a professional choice that matched his stoic disposition, while the other man, one she could only see the back of, was wearing a blue shirt and vest. Blue-shirt’s two companions had clothes that were shaggy, plain and they seemed less well-kempt.
She didn’t know many of the words they were saying, so she chose to move on. She listened to more conversations, writing down as much words as she could, until she heard the familiar call of her precious hermana and hija.
She looked up from her notebook and saw Elsa at the front counter of the diner, making idle and practised conversation with the clerk, her blonde hair locked into a course style that laid at her left shoulder, though there were still bangs that unavoidably stuck to Elsa’s forehead. Sylvester noticed she was wearing a regular blue checkered blouse with a plain green skirt, which wasn’t consistent to the eye-catching wardrobe Sylvester knew her young hermana had at her lodge. Even her leggings and flats were tame in comparison to Elsa’s usual… promiscuous tastes.
A blessing from Jannah, she supposed, considering Persephone was clutching at the hem of her tía’s skirt. Her hija's green eyes surveyed around the diner with intrigue, the three-year-old searching for source of the smells of hot food and warm beverages that tickled her small nose.
Once Persephone spotted Sylvester, the toddler's head perked up, then giggled as she ran over to her madre with a bright smile creased across her face, red curls bouncing. Sylvester got out of her seat to kneel down and catch her hija in a hug, nuzzling her little girl.
She saw Elsa cut her conversation with the clerk short, and made her way from the counter over to Sylvester and Persephone.
And here's a catchy song for Elsa that I believe somewhat describes her well enough:
youtube
""I fell in love with you 'cause you made me feel"
"I fell in love with you 'cause you kept it real"
"Man, you done changed up on me, you changed your flow"
"Now I been hating on you everywhere I go", um, hold up
No, "I ain't too flawless" and, no, "I ain't the best"
And no, "I don't say sorry" and, no, "I ain't perfect"
But I am the man
(DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO)
I am the man
(DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO)
Shots fired!
(La di da di da di da da da! La di da di da di da da da da! La di da di da di da da da! La di da di da di da da da da!)
...
I am the man, no, I ain't aim for no crown (Woh! Woh!)
But when you mention them, no, don't leave me out (Whoooooaaa!)
No, "I ain't too flawless" and, no, "I ain't the best"
And no, "I don't say sorry" and, no, "I ain't perfect"
But I am the man
(DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO)
I am the man
(DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO)
Shots fired!"
#far cry the silver chronicles#music monday#wip wednesday#far cry 5#fic: the years in hope county#oc: elsa omar#oc: silva omar#oc: persephone omar#also vaguely alluded to but not outright said#john seed#oc: gavin turquoise#two lawyers who dislike each other
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VALPOGOSSIP TEACAP: APRIL 2024
You lot sure have be busy the last month. If I was of lesser mind or simply someone with something better to do, I would have resigned myself to my silence and let you all carry on. But business pays. And unfortunately for you, it's yours that pays me, and you're all not going to believe this.
It's always the ones in the most denial that scream the loudest and Abril is a banshee. While at La Fiesta De Vindimia, Abril confronted our favorite blonde bombshell, Mallory Jade, about song she assumed was about her. Now theres something about a fight over a song like Pretty Girls ending in a kiss that just doesn't feel all that... straight to me. But Abril was quick to prove all of us wrong by locking in with Giovanni !
Speaking of Giovanni, the timing of this is quite suspicious considering he had a bit of his own meet-not-so-cute with a Yazmin. The two getting off on the wrong food but helping each other find the right one another and getting all cozy enough to take a nap outside. I don't about you all, but I don't think i've ever been that comfortable. Wonder with Yazmin thinks of this. Or Abril for that matter.
We could also ask Aivryn for her opinion on the matter considering how upset she was when Abril's new beau launched to the world to see. Apparently, even as her best friend, Aivryn found out at the same time everyone else did. I can't help but wonder why that is.
In more confusing but entertaining news, Omar and Dante are going on a date to decide which one gets to take which...one... on a... date ? I think I'm reading that correctly. Yes, bowling date. Loser takes other on date. No, yeah that's right. Well, whatever love looks like for you. Whenever there's a Dominguez-Herrera involved we're sure it'll be healthy and sane.
Maybe it's the bowling date nerves that led Dante to break Drew's nose? We hope that's healing up just fine.
Every month we hope Alba will stand up, and this month they came really close ! It was much of a hunch, but hey we'll take it. After a cold war, Milani raised the first white flag but all it took was one. You'll get there Al, we believe in you !
The festival seemed to be a hub for rekindling kisses, as Arlo and Esme were spotted liplocked on one of the benches. Sad thing about Leia bearing eye witness. Has anyone checked on her? What is it about good wine that makes you want to relive the past? Maybe they can go on a double date with Mallory and Abril and relive the past together.
Speaking of rekindling, but this time no kisses, exes Elijah and Sariyah, and Luna and Enzo were both spotted with frowns on their faces and eyes that were looking everywhere but each other. What conversation has you guys that deep in thought? Maybe you should take a drive, we here that helps.
If you're looking for a palette cleanser from all the mess, look no further than Jasper and Hunter. Gentle conversations and cutely planned dates. We wish them nothing but the best and maybe they could teach our many ( many ) confused couples a thing or two.
We hope that's enough to hold you over until next month. And if I missed anything, don't hesitate to send in a little tip to us via our anon box.
Here's some things we're keeping a close eye on for next month:
Ysla and Adem seem to be getting extremely close to little Emmie. Is it all just for her benefit?
Astrid and Kaito already have the perfect starter for next month's tea cap, I wonder what else they'll get up to. What's the history there? How is Sariyah involved?
Why does vic hate birthdays so much and why does esme suddenly care so much about his?
Ximena and Bryce seem to also be spending a lot more time together.
Aksel and Sarah's dinner table keeps getting bigger and bigger whole Luna's looks to be getting smaller, why is that?
Will Drew ever get his double date?
Is Luna like... okay?
If you didn't make this rounds teacap don't worry, we're still watching closely.
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I found my people.... I found Raph obsessed sweeties 🥺 I love you.
I want to hear everything you have to say about him, thank you for this blog. It's full of food. Imma start eating
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
GO AHEAD
FEAST
IM A RAPH STAN TO THE VERY END *salute*
i have so many things to say about raph ESPECIALLY after season two + movie
garbled, nonsensical rant ahead:
because I’ve seen SO many posts about how the change in leader would have caused a rift between him and his brothers (worsening it, really, considering how he treats them enables them to behave poorly in the show)
pizza puffs is RIGHT THERE
like all through out, his bros are always reassuring, always saying ‘raph will take care of it’, just always relying on raph
AND RAPH LITERALLY BEATS HIMSELF UP OVER IT
HE LITERALLY HITS HIMSELF IN HIS CONFLICT (yeah sure haha funnie) BUT STILL!!
one could imagine the sudden change strains his relationship with his bros because despite how it, in THEORY, would have lessened the weight—
HE STILL HAS TO SHOULDER IT!!!!!
HE STILL HAS TO SCOLD LEO AND BICKER WITH HIM BECAUSE HE KNOWS THE CONSEQUENCES OF NEGLIGENCE AND ARROGANCE AND IT DOESNT GET THRU LEO'S SKULL UNTIL HIS BROTHERS AND THE WORLD ARE FUCKING DYING
BC LEO’S SELF ASSURED THAT IT WOULD WORK OUT LIKE IT ALWAYS DID EVEN IF THEY DIDNT RUMINATE ON THEIR ISSUES
(i will literally fall to my knees hearing Omar's voice in the movie in how well he portrayed Raph's desperation when he realised they needed to retreat, like he sounds so fucking distraught-- LITERALLY GO WATCH IT RN, THE WAY HE SHOUTS 'im not gonna argue with you!' is so fucking sad bc he doesn't!!! THERE'S SHIT HAPPENING AND I LITERALLY DO NOT WANT TO FIGHT WITH YOU RN--)
WHICH NOT ONLY WORSENS THAT RIFT
BUT THICKENS WHATEVER GLASS BETWEEN HIM AND THEIR YOUNGER SIBLINGS!! he and mikey used to be so close!! and it was to be explored that they distanced BECAUSE of raph’s smothering!! IM FOREVER MAD WE DIDNT GET THAT EP so you can imagine how Leo n Raph constantly bickering would have strained their relationships worse!!!
I can imagine how trying to recover it would be SO difficult, especially with Leo because seriously, causing the end of the world because of your own pride isn't some shit you can put under the rug, I can literally feel the cogs in my brain about how raph would be ambivalent on saying how he feels because it cost everyone so much
and because he picks his silence I can imagine Leo being all like 'be mad at me! be upset! yell at me or something, because you haven't said anything to me at all!' or some shit urhghghghr
and raph wouldn't want to upset him, doesn't want to fight, or yell, or make a repeat of the last few years because
hes fucking tired
he doesn't want to put more on Leo after almost losing him
also!! bad future:
raph’s the biggest!! and he’s so used to carrying that load that i can imagine it fucking KILLS him in the bad future!! ALL THAT- TO BE THEIR PROTECTER, ENDING UP DYING FIRST
BECAUSE OF COURSE HE WOULD
BECAUSE HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH AND IT HURTS HIM
when he shields Donnie from shredder in BN:NY, UGRHDHDH
when he shields both Mikey and Donnie when the Krang pulled that anti mystic bs!! he didn’t even think about what it would do- he just wanted to PROTECT
AND OFC RAPH SHIELDING LEO FROM GETTING FUCKING STABBED
RAPH. DIDNT. KNOW. WHERE. IT. WOULD. LAND.
a few inches lower and he would have fucking DIED!!!
he was LITERALLY doing the thing he knew best and it cost him his own autonomy and COULD HAVE LITERALLY FUCKING KILLED HIM—
BUT GOD FORBID HIS BROTHERS GET LETHALLY HURT, HE’LL TAKE IT HIMSELF BECAUSE HES JUST LIKE THAT
and that part of his character gets me so
BECAUSE he doesn’t HAVE to be such a caring overbearing worrywart like that!!!
all that parentification and the separation it left- he could have really just distanced himself entirely or just become jaded and bitter about how he didn’t get his own big brother treatment
BUT HE LOVES ANYWAY
HE'S STILL JUST A BIG GOOF
AND ITS SO 😭😭
HE CAN GET MAD AND UPSET AND STRESSED OUT AS MANY TIMES AS LONG AS IT MEANS HIS FAMILY IS SAFE AND CARED FOR
AND ITS LIKE *sobs*
i wanna know what a raph ep would be like if he just.. got a break
no really, i was so pumped to have a solo raph ep and then MY BOY GETS THROWN IN PRISON FOR LOOKING LIKE A CRIMINAL?!????
i would have gotten so violent, ong- he deserved a better solo ep >:((
and that ep after insane in the mama train, where he goes to his happy place
HES A SHOOTING STAR LIKE D’AWWJDHSJ
I WANNA SEE THIS BIG BEHEMOTH OF A TURTLE GET A BREAK FOR A LONG TIME AND HE JUST GETS TO CHILL
that being said, i am writing a fic on ao3 called ‘Red Angel Perpetuating Harm’ and i plan on uploading it once i fully manage to encapsulate raph’s trauma and what he deserves to treat it bc this fandom i stg….
guys
i get it, Leo’s there, yeah sure
RAPH IS RIGHT HERE. Y’ALL KEEP MAKIN UP SCENARIOS WHERE ITS JUST MADE UP TORTURE FOR LEO
WHEN RAPH IS RIGHT. THERE.
PERFECT. ATTENTIVE. LOVING. HIMBO.
raph’s trauma does not get addressed enough and i for one am DONEEEEE
HE GOT MUTATED. THERE WAS A SCRAPPED ENDING WHERE HE STRAIGHT UP LOST HIS EYE
HE LITERALLY ALMOST KILLED HIS BROS
RAPH ‘RED ANGEL OF PREVENTING HARM’ HAMATO ALMOST KILLED EM
AND IF YOU DONT WANT PHYSICAL ANGST-- HE'S GOT A HELLUVA LOT OF EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE TOO!!!!! HE'S RIGHT THERE!!!!!
and my fuckass fyp on tiktok is like ‘you want Leo edits?’ NO!!
whenever i get vids of raph, focusing on his loss or just cute edits im always like
bECAUSE HE DESERVES MORE ATTENTION!!!! HE'S SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER AND I ADORE HIM!!!
the fic I have rn + the outlines I've made have so far focuses on:
what happened after he got IMPALED (I really liked writing this one)
deeper into interrogation (im contemplating whether or not to write his savage self considering he is alone but idk how to implement it bc the rise Krang are insanely strong, goddamn)
and making his interactions with his bros as a Krang zombie worse
+ recovering his bonds with each brother (trying to figure out how to put all my feelings in their dynamics with raph together)
and splinter + April too, I want him to be able to vent without feeling GUILTY or BAD abt himself!!
the Leo parts of the fic I feel like u can literally smell the way I feel abt him bc JKSBHLJFBHLGBLHJFLBHJ
(no seriously, idc why fics keeps saying 'its not his fault!!' bc YES TF IT WAS.)
hoping to dive deeper into the aforementioned rift too, because god this fam needs some help but RAPH CENTRIC FIC MEANS HE GETS TO BE THE ONE TO CRY AND BE ANGRY AND UPSET TOO BECAUSE GODDAMMIT HE DESERVES TO
someone pls write other things I haven't addressed bc I wanna write em in the fic--
tldr; he best. the best big boy
here's a tiktok
#this is literally the best way I can put everything down without going into full detail#bc I don't think I can like--#this turtle is everything to me#rise raph#rottmnt#raphael hamato#ask#ish#and- ily too I love any rise raph stan#ty for prompting this word vomit I desperately needed to get this out#rottmnt raph#rottmnt raphael#raph appreciation
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Dr. Omar Suleiman on X: "Insanity. Over 100 Palestinians dead just going out to get flour. How many more massacres of starving families will Israel commit in plain sight? Your PR stunt of food drops and the “pier” isn’t fooling anyone @POTUS. Stop funding this, and stop giving it diplomatic cover," / X
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Caught on Camera - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 6)
Chapter 1
Previous Chapter
warnings: none
word count: 1.045
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After Nadeen had left, Shams had offered me to stay in her room as long as I wanted to. I was actually surprised of her trust for me in that matter. But we had soon returned to the party again.
Now one week later I was over at Shams' place again as we still needed to finish our project. In contrast to before I did not dread working with her anymore, rather the exact opposite, which took me off guard.
When had I started to want to spend time with her?
We had settled down at the kitchen table as Omar was hanging out with his friends anyway and it was more comfortable to work here.
Shams had also provided us with several snacks. Apparently she loved food, from what I could tell.
For a while we were simply working silently on our part of the task, deeply focused.
But after two hours my concentration began to falter and my focus was drawn over to Shams.
She was still working diligently, her eyes scanning line after line. Her glasses had slid down a bit and she had opened up her tie and the first few buttons of her shirt to be more comfortable.
I could not help but blush when I realized that I was staring at her. Why had I never noticed how hot she actually was and why did I have to recognize it now?
I scolded myself to pull myself together and got back to my task. But now that my mind had gone this far, I just could not resist the urge to take a look at Shams every few seconds.
After about ten minutes I was absolutely frustrated and decided to take a short break.
“I'm gonna go to the restroom”, I excused myself and stood up a bit too eager.
My foot got caught on the table and I knew there was no way to stop me from falling.
But at the last second Shams caught me, concern written over her face.
“You okay?”, she wondered.
Just now it doomed on me how close she was. The feeling of her hand on my waist getting more eminent by the second.
Heat crawled up in my face as I was struggling to answer her: “Yeah … uh … I'm fine.”
My eyes were always wandering to hers and then down to her lips and back up.
“I … I need to go”, I stammered out and hurried to the bathroom.
I groaned at my red face the mirror was portraying.
“You can't be serious!”, I cursed myself. “Why do you always have to lose your cool around her? Can't you take care of yourself for once? And why are you having such thoughts all of a sudden? What the fuck was that?”
I splashed some water over my face, hoping that it would was the redness and the intrusive thoughts away.
When I returned to the kitchen, Shams was tidying everything up. Before I could question it she enlightened me: “It's pretty late. Guess we forgot the time. I don't think you should go home on your own this late. How about you sleep over?”
I was still wondering when we had become friends for her to offer me to stay the night. Not like I was complaining about it.
“You sure?”, I reassured.
“Of course. Though the guest room is still a mess. You can have my bed”, she offered.
“Where are you gonna sleep then?”, I inquired.
“On the couch, I guess”, she suggested, putting the food away.
“No way! I'm not kicking you out of your bed. I'll take the couch”, I insisted.
“Don't be silly! Omar and mom are probably gonna return late in the night and wake you up”, she considered.
“The same goes for you then”, I pointed out.
“Fine”, she declared, holding up her hands in a defeated manner. “Then we'll just both take my bed. It's not like it's too small anyway.”
That was definitely not what I had intended. How was I supposed to sleep when she was laying right next to me? But that was an issue I would deal with later. Now I needed to call my mom.
“Hey, mom! Yeah, I know it's late. Sorry, we forgot the time. I'm going to sleep over at Shams'. So you won't have to worry or pick me up or anything”, I enlightened her.
“I don't know, (f/n). She has a brother hasn't she?”, she worried.
“Seriously? That's what's bothering you? He isn't even home”, I stated.
Shams chuckled at my reaction.
“Then at least face time me and show me you're not doing anything reckless”, she requested.
“Okay”, I agreed and hung up to face time her.
I was slightly annoyed. After all I had never done anything to deserve this low level of trust. I knew that she was only worried about me, but it was still tiring.
“Hey again”, my mom greeted me. “It's good to see you.”
“Yeah, you too. That's Shams”, I introduced her, swinging the camera over.
“Hi”, Shams greeted her with a wave and a smile.
I basically showed the whole house to my mom to reassure her. But at least she finally agreed to let me sleep over.
“Sorry. My mom can make quite a big fuss over nothing sometimes”, I proposed.
“At least she's around”, Shams pointed out. “Our mom's working so much that we barely see her.”
We retreated to her bedroom and she gave me one of her pajamas. While I got dressed, she got another pillow and blanket for me.
When we were all ready, we settled in her bed and turned off the light.
“You know … I don't even remember the last time I had a sleep over”, she confessed.
I had never considered that. She was alone a lot of the time, at least at school. Nadeen and I were having sleep overs on a regular basis.
“I'm feeling honored”, I declared, earning a grin from her.
To my surprise it actually did not take me long to fall asleep at all.
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Twdg gang when they have a crush
Hiya I would love too! Tysm for the request! Hope these will do <3!
TWDG Ericsson gang when they have a crush!
Violet
Violet would talk to you a lot more
And would give you the one or two awkward compliment
She’d never actively try to spend more time with you physically
But she always secretly wished that you’d spend time with her
She always gets really sad when you spend time with someone else but she’d never tell you that
She’d either walk off or if she’s feeling brave she’d make some excuse to talk to you
She’d also show you to all her places where she goes to be alone
She’d obviously give you pins!
She’d sometimes sing and dance with you if you where alone
And she’d take you stargazing duh!!!!
Mitch
Now mitch is a weird one
I either feel like he’d pretend you don’t exist and every time he sees you he speed walks away
Or he tries to get closer to you and spend more time with you
I’m going to say he does a mix of both!
One day he’s trying to impress you through flexing his strength, wood carving skills, and knife tricks
Then the next day he’d be too embarrassed to have a full conversation with you
If anyone called him out oh this he’d get all sulky and get into an argument before storming off
This mans never felt this way before so he’s very conflicted
Please be patient with him
He just doesn’t know how to display any other feeling other than anger lmao
Also this man gets jealous so easily
Whenever someone who isn’t him or Willy talks to you he’s in a Bad mood
Marlon
He’d always give you any breaks you wanted
And most of your jobs would be helping him with things!
He’d also try and get you to get closer with Rosie!
He’d always try and get to know you more and would spend any free time with you
He’d try to impress you with his mad archery skills
And he’d flex his loving side with you through him pampering Rosie
He would also try and make you laugh by small jokes here and there and even pulling silly faces at you
Heaven forbid you found a working camera and took a photo of him pulling that face
He’d let you keep it but if you ever showed anyone that man would be in a proper grump lmao
Louis
THIS MAN IS SO CLEAR WITH IT
he’d flirt with you all the time
He’d try to make you laugh all the time
He’d write and play you songs
He’d show off too you
He’d always spend his time with you!
I mean oh my lord it’s so obvious he’s head over heels for you lmao!
He’d also obviously be really nosy with you during the card game
I mean no matter if your new or not he’s only asking you questions
If you where comfortable with it, he’d also hug you goodmoring and goodnight!
Everyone knows about his crush on you and he’s proud of it
In the mornings it’s always
“Ah! Our lovely name has finally woken up! Oh how nice of you to Grace us with your presence.”
Aasim
He’s not very obvious tbh!
He’d write about you a lot though
You’d always see him look at you then quickly go back to writing
And he’d make very awkward small talk when you walk towards you when you were doing your chores
And if he was feeling a little extra he might even through in the sweet little compliment
If he knew you like literature he’d give you some of the old books he stole from the library and would also write you some silly stories!
He’d be so over the mood if you saved them btw! <:)
Omar
It’s kinda obvious tbh!
He’d treat you so well since he is a little gentleman
He’d always make you your favourite food and dessert and you always get first picks
And he’d maybe even listen to your advice if you where good at cooking
He’d also spend as much time with you as humanly possible unless you asked him to give you some space and he’d totally respect your wishes <3
Ruby
This girl is a a little less obvious but it’s still recognisable
She’d always laugh at your jokes
She’d always be on your side about most things
She’d also always tease you over the smallest of things!
She’d also hug you a lot more than anyone else lmao
Brody
When she has a crush on someone it’s so obvious!
This girls constantly blushing and complimenting you
And whenever you say something remotely nice to her she’s giving you a big goofy smile
She’ll constantly try to move closer to you
Oh and she will always asking to get the same job you’d I so she can be with you
#twdg#twdg louis#twdg mitch#twdg x reader#twdg marlon#twdg omar#twdg ruby#twdg violet#the walking dead game#twdg aasim
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