Yayyyyyy ! I be back! Shit, that took forever. I'm sorry I'm not updating as much, I'm trying! I've got school and extra activities, and I'm also still getting over my breakup w my ex. I've gotten with another girl but... eh fuck it. Anyway, thank you soooooooo much stefannotstefan for your review! I will try to get to it in this chapter, if not the next. Also thanks to all who followed/favourited.:3 Much appreciated. On with the story! Here is chapter six!

Btw, should I do a Septiplier fic?

I glanced at Ivan about ten minutes after we left the creek, and saw that he was asleep. He was so cute when he sleeps.

Not that he isn't cute when he is awake...

I snapped the thoughts from my mind and tried to focus more on the road. But I still glanced at his slacken face, his lips partially opened. His breaths came out in rhythmic, slow puffs.

I wanted so badly to reach out and touch his perfectly sculpted face, soft, yet sharp cheekbones... But I restrained myself, focusing my eyes back on the road.

The soft streetlights illuminated the roads with lights similar to the painting Ivan created. For me. I smiled at that thought and looked at his sleeping body once more. The body that moved so clumsily, but sturdily across the creek rocks to where I had been. He was very strong, yes very strong, but not so much graceful. That was my good quirk. I was always very fluid and graceful, especially for a man, but I never really appreciated it. I had felt the eyes of Ivan on my back when I was jumping across the rocks, but it probably hadn't been for amazement or anything.

Suddenly, I saw a figure dart out into the dark street, and I slammed on the brakes and Ivan shook awake, yelling some Russian curse. I rolled down my window and poked my head out, trying to make out what I almost hit.

"What, what is it ?" Ivan said, a bit panicky.

"Hello?" I yelled out the window, ignoring Ivan.

"S-so sorry ! I didn't see you..." A feminine sounding voice said from the other side of the car.

I jumped out and walked around to where I heard the voice. Standing on the side of the road was a raggedy teen holding a small bundle.

"Y-your car is very quiet... I was just trying to cross..." She said quietly as a car passed by.

"No, no it's okay miss. What's the bundle?" She smiled a bit, her short, curly, brown hair shifting as she looked down at said bundle. "My son." Was all she said.

"Oh dear! Why are you out so late with a baby? Is something wrong?" I asked worriedly.

She sighed sadly. "My parents threw me out. I've been homeless for about five months now."

I gasped. "Goodness! Is there anything I can help with miss?"

"Yao?" I heard Ivan's voice from behind me. I glanced behind me, where a sleepy Ivan was towering over me.

"Ivan, this is a runaway mother. We- we need to do something-"

"No, you don't need to do anything. It's my fault it's like this."

"No, I insist-"

"Does your baby need a thicker blanket ?" Ivan asked randomly.

The girl's eyes lit up. "Oh yes, please. He's been so cold..."

Ivan unraveled his long, white scarf from his neck. "Here. My mother made it for me back in Russia. It should definitely suit your needs."

"Oh, goodness, but that seems so-"

"Please." Ivan interrupted. "It's the least I can do."

The girl's eyes watered and she accepted the scarf with shaking hands. "Thank you. So much. I am in your debt. Could I have your names, ma'am, sir?"

Yao giggled. "I'm male. And my name is Yao, Yao Wang, as he mentioned earlier." I gestured towards Ivan.

He nodded and said, "Ivan Braginaski. Pleasure to help you."

The teen mother suddenly hugged us both, still clutching the small bundle in the right arm.

"Thank you so much..." She sobbed.

I reached into my pocket, pulling away from the girl, and pulled out my wallet I handed her five twenties, which is the most I could suffice with my budget. "I wish I could give more but... Get some food. And clothes."

The girl took the money with still shaking hands. "I will never forget you." She whispered. "Either of you."

We embraced her once more, before I asked, "Can we see your son? I'm sure he's beautiful."

She nodded and unraveled Ivan's scarf. A fragile head of a baby came into view, one with a small tuft of brown hair on top. "His name is Jett."

"Beautiful..." I heard Ivan murmur, and I smiled.

"And your name, miss?"

"Oh! My name is Ember. Ember Smoke. And thank you again."

I nodded. "Of course. Is there anything else we can help with...?"

"No, thank you. I have to be on my way. I won't forget you two. I promise." Ember said.

"Goodbye. Best of luck to you." I waved at the teen mother as she dashed across the street, this time, no cars had been coming.

~xoxo~ Later ~xoxo~

"Ivan, we're almost home." Yao said to me, as I was now very awake.

"Can I stay at your place? My sisters are all probably asleep and my father will be pissed beyond recognition anyway and I don't want to deal with it right now. Please?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate, though I was.

Yao smiled a bit and nodded. "I understand. Though you're definitely not going to fit in any of my clothes, no offense."

I laughed. "I know. I usually just sleep in boxers anyway." I immediately blushed, realizing what I just said. "I-if that's okay, umm..."

It was Yao's turn to laugh. "Fine by me. You want to sleep on the couch or my bed? I can sleep on the couch, if you want."

I bit my lip. Of fucking course I want to sleep with Yao. But he will never want to sleep with me. Couch it is.

Before I could say my answer, Yao muttered, "Or you can sleep with me... Whatever you want..."

I blushed and bit my lip more. Holy shit, was that for real? Or did I just dream that?

"I-I don't know..." I said quietly. "It's whatever you want..."

"Then sleep with me. No point in wasting sheets."

I swallowed and nodded. Holy. Shit. This is happening. My mind immediately wondered, as I fantasized what could happen on that red bed...

I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the surroundings of the car. We were almost at his apartment.

Fuck, this is either gonna be a really good night, or a really awkward one.

Okay, I tried to fit as much of the story into this chapter as possible so you had a lot to read while it takes me fucking years to update. And sorry if you don't like that I made Ivan give his scarf away, I just thought it would be a nice jumpstart to get him to show Yao his scars. If you like the longer chapters, plz tell me and I'll continue to make them long. Please please please review, favourite and follow! Thank you for reading and happiness~!

~mmbazb

Again, Septiplier fic?