#I took a picture of her license plate but I don’t know what I would do with it

[madigoround]

So this woman merged into my lane all of a sudden this morning no warning just swerved not even an inch in front of me and kept driving in my lane nearly hit my car we got in a screaming match and I was genuinely angry enough to kill this woman which is not how I prefer to start my day and I’ve been trying to brush it off and nothing is really working do you know that weird feeling when it’s like you can feel that something big almost happened? Like when you drive home a few minutes later than normal and find out there was a huge crash there a few minutes before and you’re stuck on the thought that if you hadn’t been running late it could have been you and I’m still so angry but I’m also ashamed at myself because I was actively convincing myself not to get out of the car and strangle her with my bare hands and that’s not the kind of person I want to be and also not as important but I started reading a fic a while ago that was supposed to be lovey to try and calm down and it’s been full of angst and that’s not helping lol I don’t even know why I’m typing this I just feel weird about it

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

“Digging Your Own Grave” - Dean x Reader

“Digging Your Own Grave” - Dean x Reader

Rating Teen

Dean x Reader

Tags: Humor, Grumpy Dean, Adult Language, Fluff, Kissing, Reader Insert for “Optimism” Episode 14.6

Word Count: 1,000

Dean’s ego is wounded because of Jack calling him an old man. You aren’t doing anything to help Dean feel better.

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my dialogue, "Did you just kiss me to shut me up?" “Nooo?” square.

Big thanks to @zepskies for the chat and prompt that helped me rattle this little drabble out.

You’d scoped out the library for Dean and Jack a couple hours ago. Harper Sayles had a smile that took up half her face in greeting. You filled out an application for a library card with your fake Nebraska license in order to get some intel on this bad luck charm of a librarian. 

Now, you’re waiting in Dick’s Red Rooster Diner while Jack swoops into the library to “save” Harper from the big bad FBI man that is Dean Winchester. To pass the time, you sip on a raspberry iced tea and relish a cinnamon roll while flipping through a spicy Nora Robert’s novel you also checked out. You’ll pop it into the drop slot tonight. You don’t need the specter of an overdue library book haunting your 2 am thoughts for years to come.

With the book fanned out in front of your face, you don’t notice Dean sat across from you until he clears his throat.

He looks miserable.

Totally fuckable but miserable.

“What happened? You peek out the picture window. “Where’s Jack?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Playing hero like we planned.” He grabs the cinnamon roll off your plate and stuffs half of it into his mouth and chews in deliberate, deep-in-thought, slow motion.

You frown at the sad state of affairs that is your significant other and also at the loss of your treat. “That’s good. He wanted to help on a case and he’s doing his bit.” You wait a beat. “Right?”

Dean swallows, then washes it down with some of your iced tea. “He called me an old man.”

Your hand holding the book flops to the tabletop with a thud that rattles the silverware.

You stare at him while he stares back at you with those apple green eyes.

He waits with those crow’s feet you love to trace with the tip of your finger when he sleeps. With etchings of furrowed forehead from years of contemplation and worry. With those perfect lips that aren’t quite as pouty as they used to be. With that one gray hair poking out atop his head of spiked strands.

“What’s funny about that?” Dean asks in irritation.

You realize too late that you’ve been grinning.

“Dean, he was probably just acting… you know, pointing out the obvious age…” You clamp your lips shut.

Dean’s eyes widen and he straightens in the chair.

“I mean, it’s Jack. He’s still learning the nuances of language.” You try and salvage what you can.

His brows quirk up. “He’s not the only one.”

You’re about to fire something back when Dean’s attention shoots to the window. You follow his lead. Jack and Harper are on the sidewalk outside the library. There’s another man talking to them before they part ways.

“Son of a bitch did it,” Dean mutters. “I’ll follow them.” He stands. “You,” he points at the linoleum by your feet, “Stay here.”

“Dean…”

“I don’t need a walker or a chaperone. And I don’t want to have to worry about you getting in trouble. If I need you, I’ll press my Life Alert button.”

“Be careful.”

He nods and manages a sort of smile.

~~~

You have stayed quiet since Dean called you to drive Baby to the back alley behind the library. Vance’s body was stuffed in the trunk by Dean, even though Jack offered to help. Vance’s body was pulled out of the trunk by Dean, even though Jack offered to help, and carried to the open grave by Dean.

Dean tossed Jack a proverbial bone with the shovel when Vance was safe and sound, coffin lid creaking shut. “Dig.”

Jack was downright giddy to shovel piles of graveyard dirt over what would now be Vance’s, hopefully, final resting place. The stake through the heart should ensure Harper’s zombie boyfriend stays good and buried.

You haven’t lifted a finger in the cemetery. Mainly because Dean hasn’t let you. You’ve kept careful watch over Jack and Dean and surveyed the surrounding pitch black for any danger. Harper Sayles sailed away and you don’t want any happy returns.

You should feel more at ease with Dean joining you by Baby’s trunk. But you can sense he’s still prickly. He’s breathing deeply in and out through his nose. He’s trying to hide the exhaustion and exertion of the entire ordeal. 

He stands next to you, shoulder to shoulder. He’s got your six, staring behind you as you survey Jack’s shoveling form in front of you in the lantern light. He’s chucking and tossing dirt in hyperdrive mode.

“Jack,” you whisper yell and his head whips in your direction, his bangs following a second later. “Bend at the knees.”

He nods and smiles, offering a thumbs up before taking your suggestion and getting back to work.

“Kid doesn’t need to worry about his joints. He’s not an old man.” Dean’s comment drips with sarcasm.

“Never too early to learn proper form.” You counter and look up to side-eye Dean. He stares down at you briefly, his mouth quirks up in a grin that lightens your heart.

It’s quiet except for crickets and the cyclical sounds of Jack’s shovel slicing into soft earth and the subsequent spatter atop the coffin lid.

You muster the courage to speak. “Dean, you’re not old. I mean if you’re old, then that means I’m old. And I am in no way, shape or form ready to admit that.”

Dean hums to let you know he’s listening.

“If anything you’re just older, you know. A seasoned hunter. Someone that Jack looks up to. Wants to emulate. Because of how much you know. How much good you’ve done. And, besides, you know what they say. With age comes…”

Your words are cut off by Dean’s lips, pressing with force against your open mouth. You moan at how warm he feels even with the chill in the air. He breaks off sooner than you’d like. He’s smiling, guarding your back at your side.

You feel your brows scrunch together. “Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

He tilts his head, not looking at you, only offering his achingly beautiful profile. “Nooo?”

You chuckle. “Way to sound convincing. Then why?”

He shrugs. “You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.” He lifts a brow and glances at you. “And that, my dear, only comes from experience.”

[celli-ohs]

awooga!

part one of accidentally in love! series shy!soobin x popular!reader; college!au, strangers to friends to lovers! fluff, comedy, angst (possible smut in the future, idk yet)

9. what's a peabnits? (written portion included 1.8k)

You almost miss the banging of your front door, as you currently have music blasting throughout your apartment. “Did she lock herself out again?” You refer to one of your best friends’ and roommate Chaewon (she had a tendency to walk out the front door with nothing but lip gloss in her purse). You don’t even bother to look through the peephole, as it was blurry anyways, and swing the door open. You instantly regret it. “Hi!” Soobin’s got the most goofy grin on his face as he greets you enthusiastically. Immediately you shut the door. Your face burns red as you process what just happened. Soobin, the man of your dreams, is outside your apartment, having somehow magically shown up. And you’re wearing nothing but a giant shirt covered with Shrek memes captioned “Can’t Today, I’m Swamped”. This could not be happening. 

There’s a knock on the door. “Uh, hey Y/n, sorry if I scared you.” Soobin calls out. “It’s just- I didn’t mean to surprise you- I’m not a stalker I promise! Taehyun sent me to fetch his textbook from you? For Biology?” You gasp quietly. Taehyun must have sent Soobin your address. Why didn’t he text you?! “Give me one second!” You shout back, frantically running around your apartment grabbing any trash or clothes laying around. Luckily, you and Chaewon were relatively clean people, but that didn’t excuse the mess you’d made since it was laundry day. You toss a dirty pair of jeans into the laundry basket right before you swing the door open once more. 

“Hi! Sorry! I- uh- wasn’t expecting you to come over.” You fake a smile as you sweep some hair out of your face. “Sorry for popping up randomly,” Soobin shoots you his signature smile and suddenly your nerves disappear. “Actually our friend Kai, he’s taking Biology and he’s gonna be borrowing Taehyun’s books for the class,” You nod, now understanding the situation. “Oh, yeah I have them right here actually. Come inside,” You urge him as you walk over to the dining table to fetch the books. Soobin closes the door behind him, quickly following you inside. “Here, I wrote some sticky notes in there, maybe they’ll help?” You shrug as you pass the books to him. 

“Appreciate it, he’s gonna need all the help he can get.” As you chuckle, Soobin is carefully taking in the scenery of your home. Unlike his shared apartment with Taehyun, your place feels lived in. There’s a small couch in your living room, on one side is a giant green bean bag, the other a blue sofa chair. Oddly enough you don’t have a TV, just a blank wall (every other wall is decorated, he wonders if this is intentional). The tiny kitchen is adorned with mismatched bowls and plates, as well as a fridge covered with miscellaneous notes, letters, pictures and silly drawings. “Sorry, it’s not much,” You shrug.

“What? No, I love it. I think your apartment is nice, comfy. It feels like home.” He turns back to you and this time he notices what you’re wearing. “I need that shirt.” He breaks out into a grin and you’re now laughing. “I’ll have Keeho send me the link, that way we can be matching.” You wink at him. Suddenly feeling stuffy, Soobin clears his throat, eyes wandering everywhere but you and your pretty face. “Well thanks for the books, I should probably go bring these to Kai-” “Wait!” You grab the sleeve of his hoodie, stopping him in his tracks. Surprised, he almost falls. “W-Why don’t you stay a while? I mean you came all this way, I live across town from you, it’d be a waste of time,” You try to argue. 

Soobin is nodding unconsciously. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” He agrees. “I mean, I’d have to wait for the bus anyways,” He begins to ramble. “You took the bus?” You question, knowing very well he has a functioning car and driver’s license. “No. But if I did I would have waited outside alone.” His argument is odd but valid. “Come on, Kai can wait. I wanna show you something,” You drag him down your little hallway and into your room (you’re so grateful today you had the day off from both work and school to clean up). Inside Soobin is brought into your world, your haven. 

Despite the smaller space, you made everything work. Your bed was in a corner of the room, next to it a small shelf. Across your bed was a small desk, covered in various papers and books, your laptop peeking out from the pile. But what Soobin loved the most were your little trinkets. You’d described to him once that you like to collect little figures and knickknacks you found cute, but seeing them in person was different. “This is so cute,” Soobin giggles, picking up the little Pingu stuffed animal you’d placed on a shelf. You sit on your bed as he imitates the character. “I wanted to show you that,” You point to another shelf, where your most prized possession sits. 

“Is that-” “The Gojo Hollow Purple figure? Yep.” You sound so haughty as Soobin fanboys. “How did you get this? It’s like $500?!” He looks at you in disbelief. “My friends all pitched in for my Christmas gift last year. It’s my favorite figure ever.” You smile warmly thinking about your wonderful friends. “I’ve never seen one in real life.” He admits. “Actually, I just ordered this one, wanna see?” He plops down right beside you. As Soobin shows you his latest nerdy endeavors, you become distracted by, well him. You never noticed it before, but Soobin hands were quite veiny. Not only that, his fingers were long and much larger than yours. Actually, you were sure his entire hand was twice yours. 

At this point, you’re no longer paying attention to Soobin’s phone screen, and your eyes have now wandered up to his face. You liked the way his dimples poked out when he talked, his big round eyes so full of excitement hidden behind his glasses. His nose you found incredibly endearing, so perfect and round. But his lips? Now admittedly that was one of the first features that stuck out to you from Soobin. You liked his pout, how plush his lips were, especially so when he was worried. But the way his teeth peek through whenever he smiles, you found it incredibly adorable. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been staring, but Soobin finally notices, and pauses mid sentence. “Do I have something stuck in my teeth?” He begins to panic, reaching up to cover his face. You shake your head, instead grabbing his hand, causing his eyes to widen. You like the way his cheeks turn pink from a single touch from you. “Soobin,” You say quietly, leaning closer to him, you’re secretly delighted when he doesnt pull away. “Yeah?” He whispers back. You gently let go of his hand, only to delicately poke his cheek.

“Did you know when you smile, your right cheek moves first?” You ask him. Soobin swallows thickly, and you can’t help but watch his Adam's apple bob up and down. “No.” His voice is so low, you can barely hear him, so you move in closer, your faces, your lips, mere centimeters away. “Well you do,” Is all you can say. You want to kiss him so badly, and you’re sure he does too, with the way he’s now gathered the courage to gently cup your cheek, guiding you towards him. Almost eagerly, you close the gap, letting your lips connect. Just as you imagined, his lips are soft, the way they press against your own is intoxicating. 

Soobin has both hands cupping your face now, your own fingers wrapped around his wrists, never wanting him to let go. You feel his tongue gently slide between your lips, asking for entry, and you can’t deny him. Your hands begin to roam, running down his neck, up into his hair. Soobin doesn’t complain, in fact you’d argue he was enjoying this more than you. What first started out as a simple and innocent kiss had now evolved into a passionate makeout session. You don’t even realize you’ve run out of breath until you hear your bedroom door open. “Shiro! Come here baby!” Chaewon’s calls for her pup have you suddenly yanking Soobin away.

“ACK!-” Soobin chokes as you stand up, flustered over the thought that your best friend almost caught you making out with your crush(? Situationship? Potential boyfriend?) Her pomeranian Shiro, who had barged into your room, begins to bark at Soobin. “You have a dog?” He asks, confused. Before you can answer, Chaewon stumbles in, jumping at the sight of Soobin. “Oh my God!” She accidentally squeaks out. “H-Hi,” Soobin smiles awkwardly. Chaewon, the ever so subtle woman she was, fakes a smile and scoops up Shiro. “Hi, I’m Chaewon, her best friend. Sorry about Shiro, he barks at everyone,” She apologizes before speeding out of the room. 

She’s definitely gonna interrogate you later. “I think I should go. Kai kinda needs these,” Soobin awkwardly stands, grabbing the two textbooks he’d left on your shelf. “Yeah, uh, let me walk you out.” You offer, leading him back to the front door. “Bye! Have a goodnight! Thanks for coming!” Chaewon shouts as Soobin exits, you have to physically stop yourself from chucking a shoe at her. Soobin is so sweet, he gives her a friendly wave before you close the door behind you. “I’m so sorry, I forgot Chae took Shiro out for a walk. I didn't think they’d be back so soon,” You ramble. “It’s fine, don’t worry, I like dogs.” He assures you, but you’re not sure if he understood what you meant. 

“So uh, I’ll see you later?” Soobin quirks his eyebrow curiously at you. “Yeah, definitely.” You nod, biting your cheek. “Okay, nice.” He’s taking slow steps as he walks away. “Oh! Soobin!” You call out, and he immediately spins around. “Yeah?” The way he tilts his head, he’s like a bunny, you think. “Tell Taehyun I said thanks for letting me borrow his books,” You remind him. “Yeah, yeah,” He nods and you wonder if he feels dejected. He turns around again, heading towards the stairs. You want to shout at him again, find an excuse to keep him here longer, but Soobin’s already gone. With a dreamy sigh, you reminisce about the tingling feeling of his lips against your own before heading back inside.

Bonus:

Soobin realized he had to go pee by the time he got to the bottom of the stairs, but got too embarrassed to go back up and ask to use your bathroom

He never delivered the books to Kai because he was daydreaming about you as he drove back home

Soobin had actually blackmailed Taehyun into letting him pickup the books

Chaewon hid behind the door and peeked through the peephole to see if you two would kiss

She also scared you when you went back inside

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[prettyboysdontcry]

aaaand more! wow i have lots of complicated feelings about lots of people! you might even call me a Slut

(for max, never sent, original 9/10/24)

I took a long walk today. I walked past your house.

I tried not to, I mean, really, I did- tried to make myself turn due north every block between 14th and 32nd. Tried to make myself just go home.

Walked down the wrong street at first. 32nd Place, not 32nd Avenue. Realized halfway down that my tummy didn’t feel sick enough for this to be right. So I made a left turn at the corner.

First time I laid eyes on the roof, from a block away, from the back: sick with fear and apprehension and nostalgia and, unexpectedly, excitement. Anticipation. Almost bursting with joy.

And I turned the corner. Approached it from the back. Passed the intersection that in my mind is still covered in snow, saw myself layered up against the cold, zoomed in on your black-painted fingernails brushing my chin as you lit my cigarette. The brim of your hat. My dark makeup. Viv’s camera, the flash white hot in the cold dark.

Saw the manhole cover I remember laying on, making snow angels. Snowflakes on our faces, falling into our laughing mouths. Drawing dicks on the hoods of your neighbor’s parked cars, stupid, seventeen.

Passed the wall we used to sit on. Where we used to smoke, where we took that sexy picture, my favorite of the two of us. Passed the spot where Gus used to park, to pick me up for McDonald's breakfast in the morning, his car already hotboxed, full of other people’s DoorDash orders. Sitting in the backseat like a kid, his girlfriend, my lover, dozing off in the passenger seat.

Finally got to, finally passed, the mouth of the alley. Of course I looked left. Saw the car. Even shittier than before, dusty turquoise, chipped and rusted, looked like a flat rear tire, no license plates. Saw the porch I used to wait on when you didn’t get home for hours. Saw the gray pebbled stone I used to squat and piss on when your bathroom was busy. Saw the poor neighbors’ back fence, who we must have tormented. That damn car. We used to drive for hours, you picked me up late at night, the river, the stopped trains, the diner by the airport that stayed open all night. Random parking lots. Dropoffs into nowhere, warehouses, always cold and dark and we were always too loud and too drunk, hiding in dead ends in industrial North Portland. Careening way too fast, way too late, up and down the hills on the way to Sauvie Island, Car Seat Headrest and Radiohead and Jeff Buckley turned up as loud as they could go on your refurbished stereo system, stealing cheap wine from the gas station, parking on the side of the road to smoke on the roof of your car, looking at the stars, not kissing, never kissing, always kissing her and not you.

That night on the playground was different. Just the two of us, Hazel out of the country again. We didn’t invite Viv. Didn't need to ask each other why. Wading through late winter muddy sludge in my stupid shiny platforms, all decked out in buckles and spikes. Up on the ridge overlooking the whole city, all those lights. Your cigarette between my lips, my head on your leather-padded shoulder. Hands that smelled like rust from the metal playground. Hands so cold I put them in yours, and we both put them in your pockets. That night that it would’ve made more sense to kiss you. Wanted to. Don’t know why I didn’t. Then maybe I'd feel better about what happened next. Maybe I wouldn't feel like a liar calling you my ex, saying our breakup traumatized both of us. We never broke up. Because we never dated. Never even kissed or touched each other without someone else there too. KJ, Stella, Hazel. Never just the two of us. Never talked about it with you but i tell everyone else that I was a little bit in love with you. I don't think it would surprise you to know.

I walked past your alleyway and all this came back. And I didn't feel scared. Didn’t feel sick or traumatized, didn’t feel avoidant, didn’t even feel guilty. Felt excited, felt like I was finally maybe coming home. Felt sorry that I hurt you. Sorry that I was so stupid and so seventeen. Why did we stop talking, anyway? What I felt the most was relief. Giddy, childish relief, like maybe I'd get to melt into your arms again after all. Maybe you could light up a cigarette, take me for a drive in your stupid Volvo, like maybe we could have all of it back.

I wonder what you���d say if I wanted to get coffee, baby? Why did we ever stop?

[taylorsgreenapple]

My name is Taylor, and for as long as I can remember, my family has struggled to make ends meet. Growing up, we didn’t have much; food was often gone, especially with several kids in the house, and when we did have enough to eat, it was always just enough to get by for the day. My mom isn’t physically able to get a job at the moment, so she has been relying on the small check the government gives her just to keep a roof over our heads. My dad is never around, and I don't even know where he is. I’ve been trying to get a job ever since I was 14. I’m 18 now and theres still no luck. All the jobs say that they’re hiring but never hire me. I’m close to giving up entirely and wiping my face off this planet but I can’t leave my siblings behind with nothing.

In December 2024, our landlord is giving us limited time to move out even though my mother pays the bills on time and doubles the pay when she’s able to. She had the money to give it to him, but he refused and still told us we have to move. But it’s difficult when there’s no place to go with no money nor car. We’re stuck and about to become homeless. I’m asking for help because I don’t know what else to do. If we can raise enough money, I can help get us into a safer home, pay for my mom’s medical treatment so she’ll be able to work again, and let my siblings have at least a semi-normal life. Any help, no matter how small, would mean the world to us. Thank you.

Also, I told my mom that she should sue but she said that she can’t because we were supposed to contact some place before he gave us the notice but it still wouldn’t make sense that we can’t sue him for that?? Mind you that we’ve been here for four years now, we don’t have our own key to our house, he hasn’t fixed anything since since the time we’ve been here, the roof is caving in, the attic is already broken down so we can’t get our stuff that’s in there, and yet our neighbors (who share the same landlord) can do whatever they want and complain about us even though we didn’t do anything?? mind you that they record our conversations and took a picture of my moms bf’s license plate but WE have to move which is crazy. The landlord refused the payment from my mom even though she always pays on time or even doubles the payment when she has the money to do so?? I’ve tried countless of times to get a job but they either don’t respond back to me or I can’t even go to the interviews because the car keeps breaking down. I feel like anything we do in life always ends up going down the drain and I don’t understand why. Every moment of my life has been hell and I’m so close to giving up and throw my life away but I’m hanging on for my siblings and cats. so please if you can, help us any way you can. Only $10 has been donated and I feel like that’s a step closer to our goal. I’m not asking for much, im just asking for help. so please do what you can, if you can.

[themaskedtree]

Please for the love of god or unholy satan if you have annoying kids and let them scream as much as they want for no reason at restaurants, malls, stores or any public places not only are you a bad parent and a piece of shit you could be ruining someone day or making the employees job hell. Don’t bring your screaming menace out please where you know it will cause problems for everyone. For an example I have been to restaurants where to restaurants where a couple would not stop their kids from screaming as much as they would so an employee told them to control the little shits and they didn’t so the manager came by and told them that if the kids doesn’t stop they would have to leave. Hell I’ve seen videos of people letting their kids hit other people’s dogs because they would not let the kids pet them. You are a horrible person and you are teaching your kids it’s ok to be horrible! Hell walking out of a restaurant I go to a lot there guy wants letting his kids throw rocks and pebbles at car! And when I yelled at him and his kids for that he seemed shocked. I took a picture of his license plate before he drove off and told the manager about it and showed her the picture of the license plate in case he comes back and lets his little shit throw rocks at cars again. I have seen videos and you can look them up where people are getting in trouble with employees or people because they can’t control their stupid offspring getting thrown out of placers for disturbing the peace. Be better parents if your kids are crazy. Learn to be a better parent and to deal with your kids because let’s be honest here who knows of your kids pisses off the wrong person with all the shootings nowadays and some states you don’t have to have a conceal and carry a license you never know what can happen. Find a place that you can go to help control your kids and be a better parent and then your kids hopefully grow up to be good people. 

[tinylamb]

We were both standing across the street from my childhood home, in the middle of the night with only the street lights illuminating our surroundings. She got mad at me for not having the car keys.  Somehow, I managed to lock the keys inside of the car.   She went off on me about it, but I can’t remember what she said.  I remember feeling like I had to do everything in my power to not have her be upset. The guilt was starting to eat up at me. How did I accidentally leave something so important behind? I was trying to come up with a way to make it up to her, to make her not be mad at me anymore. At one point, I remember having my body between the door and the driver’s seat. That, or I was able to reach inside of the car because I left a window open, I can’t really remember. It was very tiny, this car, and I stretched my hand out to the frame of the back door and the window and pulled out the key.  It had a weird key fob. It almost felt like an elongated key fob, but not with an ordinary key fob shape.  I could feel the shame she felt for having doubted me. She was embarrassed that I was able to retrieve the key all by myself. I wanted to prove that I could still drive the car despite already having the key in my hand. I could have easily started the car now that I had the car key, but at this point I was feeling spiteful. I tried starting the car without sticking the key into the ignition. I pressed on the gas with my foot and it took off without it making any sound. It swerved around rapidly and I almost lost control. I ended up at the very front of my childhood home, almost crashing into a parked car and going a bit over the sidewalk.  It was now daylight and she disappeared. It felt like it was a crisp, autumn day. I used to love those days in my childhood. Chilly enough where you could feel the coolness of the air gently permeate the skin, but not enough where it was so cold you had to wrap your arms around yourself to fight it. There was another black car on the opposite side of the driveway. I looked at the license plate but I don’t remember what it said. I looked over to the red fence in front of me, blocking my view of the back garden, and then I woke up. 

I saw him in another dream a few days before. I was yelling at him. I can’t recall any of the words that I said, but I do remember what the topic at hand was. Why did he allow it to happen? Why didn’t he stop it? That wasn’t the exact phrasing, I know it wasn’t. It was close to it, though.  He allowed a wolf with sheep's clothing to enter our midst. He continued to talk to that monster despite the fact that he knew who he was and what he did. He was supposed to be my protector, but did absolutely nothing to right a wrong. He abandoned me and left me to mend the heartbreak of his betrayal. He felt no remorse or shame for being absent when I needed him most. I would make him feel the same guilt and embarrassment I felt all these years, and I would scream it in his face so he could feel the weight of my words and carry that around with him just like I did. I said my peace, and all he did was look down. I remember seeing him standing on the steps, his figure outlined by the frame of the door to a mobile home we grew up in… At least, that’s what it looked like. I only remember seeing this door frame in a picture. A picture of loved ones, with her holding a baby in her arms, while I stood by her side. 

He walked off the steps and walked right past me. I meant to turn around and confront him, but then I woke up.

[gibbingtonwibbington]

Bsby babes!

It’s fuckin finally on the fast track of being over.

The upstairs bit h got a wRning so cidng gremlin n gold uostbiych thereta new tenadown hea better watch out.

New tenant called cops at 6:39am

Wanna know why?

😈

Cuz i was preteto be on the phone w chris or someone and was telling this nobody what she was doing really loud so my new neighbor could gear and i kept hearing this fat cubt try to talk to me n j was like im on the phone oh my god shes such a stalker!

N the new neighbor called the fkn cops n she started screaming n crying up there.

That’s what dis HOE gets for stomping on my ceiling and following me around.

Also, her new obsession is the sound of my microwave door shutting and my hot water faucet….,? I kept going back and forth from the kitchen faucet to the bathroom faucet over and over and over again… so she started flipping out. Like uuhh maybe stop stalkin me then,yea? I warned her …i told her. I dgaf about her fucking gun. Go ahead and shoot. I’ll still live and she’ll go to jail. N ill sue samia for a crapload of money. Then I’ll be able to do and go wherever I want, whenever I want. I alhave enough proof sent to myself in emails and in my Verizon account and uber account, allergic reaction so bad my legs wouldn’t even, move. Dead serious they were stiff af. Really weird. (Never did that before ) I think it’s a combination of first a chemical reaction from the remaining lye in the mortar from the lazy fux a lonnnng time ago, that built this shell of this shit mill. Then i had an allergic reaction to it. Lol. I took photos of my legs huge welts n burns everywhere. Have every damn photo I would ever nred of this shit apartment , emails to lazy people doing nothing will cha ching. I could easily get tens of thousands right now. You don’t even want to know why. Just imagine how much more if i get shot. I should send lazymark the picture of her car w the license plate showing and he willdef ignore that . that wil ml absolutely up the settlement price fo sho he’s just going to ignore it. Going to probably send it tonight or maybe on Sunday. Nah , tonight.

[xoxo-teddybear]

What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of suicidal thoughts, fluff, insane behavior, nsfw, noncon! Dubcon!, murder, stalking, abusive behavior, yandere!Bakugou, cursing, blood, lowkey kinda slow burn (meaning the beginning is a little boring BUT IT GETS GOOD I SWEAR😭)

Ep. Warnings: Angst, hitting, cursing, stalking, kidnapping, murder

Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve left him. Two months actually but it was two months too long. Katsuki was slowly going insane and I guess you could say he officially has because he’s officially snapped. You become his main target, his number one priority, his entire being even though you’re trying to leave him. But Katsuki won’t let you. You’re his..and in the words of Bakugou Katsuki..you always will be.

A/N: ....I made it a yandere story y’all. OH SHI-

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

Twitch, twitch, twitch. That’s all Katsuki’s body been doing. Either his eyes or his fingers, his body is uncomfortably moving. Shit doesn’t feel right for him. And he knows exactly why. You left him.

The first week was horrible. All Katsuki did was cry. He even kept his destroyed home in shambles because he couldn’t find the motivation to do anything. If it wasn’t for Kirishima, Katsuki would have starved himself to death. The second week was just as bad. Nothing but a crying baby being taken care of by his best friend.

The third week is when Katsuki become a drunkard. He made Kirishima and the boys of the Bakusquad constantly take him out whenever. As long as the place served alcohol, he would go. He would go and drink himself to sleep. While he was intoxicated he would cry about how he misses you and how he was a terrible husband. He always said you deserved better but he was too in love with you to let you go. The 4th week was pretty much the same.

After a whole month without you, Katsuki threw himself into depression. For the entirety of the second month, he locked himself within the walls of his home. Thankfully, it was now considered a home environment once again after his dear friends cleaned the place up for him. Katsuki stayed inside all day, drank his soul away every night, and sobbed constantly. Constantly regretting how he neglected you, how he mistreated you, and how he hurt you. He doesn’t even know how he even brought himself to do that. Even though he’s been alone for almost 2 months, he still had hope that you would come back. That things would go back to normal and he would be a better husband to you, just like he promised.

Katsuki felt himself going mad and slipping away, but what pulled the trigger was what Kirishima brought to him on the 6th week.

—

Flashback

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

Katsuki looked down at the papers in his hands. Kirishima had walked in with a nervous and sad look on his face when he gave Katsuki the papers you had the red head deliver. “Sorry man...”

Katsuki shook as he stared at the divorce papers with wide eyes. He saw you already signed it and all the paper needed was his signature. His face grew dark as something in his mind snapped. Katsuki turned to his friend and instructed him to get out of his home.

“What? Man are you alright?” Kirishima said. He walked to his best friend and when he reached a hand out for him, Katsuki pulled on his arm and pushed him out the door. He slammed it shut and locked it as he looked at the papers.

A scary smile grew on the man’s face. His eyes grew crazy as he laughed maniacally. Hysterically. As if what he held was the most hilarious thing in the world. His palms began to spark as he used his quirk to destroyed the papers. The quick blast made his hair floof around a bit and when it was over, a pile of ashes lay at his feet.

“She-....she thinks she can leave me?” Bakugou began to walk to the framed picture on the coffee table. He picked up the picture of you both on your last anniversary and ran his finger over the image of you. “Poor Princess....you can’t leave me. You need me. Just as much as I need you. I mean..hehe...look at what I mess I’ve been. I can only assume you must be worse. But it’s okay, love...I’ll find you soon enough..and I’ll help you feel better,” he walked to his bedroom and layed down on the soft mattress as he held the frame close to his chest as he stared sinisterly at the ceiling, “and we’ll never be apart again.”

—

The 7th week was when it began. Katsuki took some time off of work. He was gonna be too busy for hero work. He had something much more important to do. He had to bring you home.

Katsuki spent the 7th week looking for information on you. He was up 24/7 reading all he can, talking to as many people as he can, and doing all the digging he could until he found you. Unfortunately for him but luckily for you, he found nothing. It pissed him off. How could you have completely erased your existence? Did you just go into hiding or was he not searching hard enough.

This time, the luck switched. Katsuki was just walking to the store when he looked to the far side and saw you in a cab. He had to do a double take to make sure he wasn’t mistaken but after a good glance and taking a picture for confirmation, he knew it was you. His body almost betrayed him as he almost went in to run after you but luckily his brain stopped him. He had to think. Katsuki hid in an alleyway nearby as he watched you from the side. When the driver continued down the road, that’s when he began to follow you. He used his hero training and quirk to keep up with the car. He followed you for miles until the cab finally stopped at some hotel. He watched you walk in and decided this was far enough.

He knew where you were now. He could wait a little longer before snatching you up. If he did it now in broad daylight, chaos would break out. He had to wait for the perfect moment to get you back. He was okay with waiting. He knew where you’ve been staying, how to get there, and knew what time you got back from wherever that cab picked you up. And then it hit him. The cab.

Katsuki went back to look at the picture he took of you in the cab and checked the license plate. With this information, he went home to find where the vehicle was.

Katsuki busted the door open to his home and ran straight to his in-home office. He went to log onto his work laptop that he used for hero work. The laptop contained the tools and websites that would allow him to find the cab. He finally reached the site he was looking for and went back to the picture. There, he typed in the license plate number.

“よ 57-342” he whispered aloud. Finally, he located the vehicle and went to find it. Katsuki followed the location until he found the house where the driver stayed. He waited in hiding, hoping someone would come out and hoped that the someone would be the driver. He waited and waited until finally, after almost 2 hours of waiting, a man came out. Katsuki quickly pulled up the picture and made sure it was the same person who was driving you, and to his luck, it was.

He quickly ran to the driver before he could get into the cab and pulled him into a dark corner. He slammed the man up against the wall and pulled up a picture of you. “Listen! You dropped this girl off at a hotel, I need to know where you picked her up! Tell me! Now!”

“W-whoa!” The driver exclaimed as he took notice of Katsuki’s identity. “Y-you’re Dynamight!”

Katsuki sucked his teeth at the fact that this guy knew who he was but then again, he wasn’t surprised. He was the number 2 hero after all. “Yeah! I am! Now tell me where you picked up my wife you dog-faced loser!” He screamed.

“Y-you’re wife??” The man looked at the picture and recognized you and the name you gave him. “Oh! M-Miss Y/N! Yes! Uh-..uh- I- she- I- ..I picked her up from a gym!” The man exclaimed.

“What gym?! Tell me!!!” Bakugou shouted at the man.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know if I can! She- she said she got divorced so how can I trust you’re her husband?!” The man shouted in fear.

“Are you calling me a liar?! I’m a fucking pro-hero! Why would I pull some bullshit like that! Tell me where my wife was! What?! Gym?!” Bakugou screamed once more. In fear, the man gave Katsuki the information he needed.

“Hosu Gym!” The man shook and Bakugou stared for a minute to scare the poor guy before dropping him to the ground. As he walked away, the man spoke up once more. “D-Dynamight, sir. I-If miss Y/N doesn’t want to see you..and you’re forcing information out of people..I’ll have to tell the authorities..sir.”

“You’re not gonna do a damn thing. You hear me?!” The pro screamed. Bakugou side eyed the man as he watched the driver get up from the ground.

“Sir. From the small conversation we had in the car, Miss Y/N said she was divorced-“

“We aren’t divorced!!” Bakugou said as he made a random explosion to intimidate the man. “We are still together, and she is still my wife, and none of this is any of your business!” Bakugou began to walk away but heard the driver grumble something under his breath that triggered something in his brain.

“I can see why she left a crazed man like you...” the driver mumbled. Katsuki quickly snapped his body to face the man and jumped on him. His burning hand found it’s way around the man’s neck and began to squeeze.

“The hell did you say?! You’re gonna wish you never said that you fucking fool, cuz now those are gonna be your last words!” Bakugou said before he activated an explosion and killed the man. Katsuki took deep breaths before realizing what he did and for some reason, he felt no remorse. And he knows why.

“That idiot should’ve known better than to talk about me and Y/N like that...s’his own fault he died.” Bakugou said before walking away from the gruesome scene. He acted like nothing happened as he made his way to Hosu Gym. He just needed to know what time your got there and when. Then, he could finally go home before continuing his plan for the next day.

—

The blonde decided to wait for some time before he went into the building. It was getting dark and so the gym would be closing soon. He waited and waited until finally, the place was empty. Empty except for the man who worked at the front desk.

Katsuki slipped in right before closing and hid himself in the locker room. He waited 10 minutes before going out and finding the one employee he saw. After exploring the area, Katsuki found the man sitting on a bench. He snuck up behind him, and pounced. He covered the man’s mouth as he tugged him into the back room. Once inside, The blonde threw the man in and locked the door to prevent anyone getting in or out.

“W-What is going on? D-Dynamight, what is happening?” The employee asked in fear. He assumed a threat was going on or some trouble was taking place outside of the gym. He had no idea the trouble was standing right in front of him.

“I need you to tell me when this lady came in.” Bakugou said and pulled up a picture of you. The man looked at the picture and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize-“

“YOU WILL! This woman came in here today and I need to know what time! TELL ME!” Bakugou screamed as he lit sparks in his palm. The man shook in fear at the hero’s booming voice and began to look harder. After a minute, he finally spoke.

“I- I remember. She came in hours ago! Sometime around 12 to 2!” The man said in hopes the yelling would stop. It didn’t.

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! There’s a huge space in between! I need to know exactly what time she came in! Don’t you morons have a sign in?!” Bakugou screamed.

“We do! We do sir!” The man nodded his head in fear. Bakugou huffed before walking over to him and dragging him by his collar to seat him on the chair in front of the computer.

“Then get into your data base and FIND MY WIFE!” The blonde screamed. The worker nodded frantically before getting right into it. Bakugou watched his every move and the computer. He kept a sparkling hand right next to the man’s head to keep him intimidated as he worked. Eventually, Bakugou saw your profile picture on the screen when the man scrolled down. “Stop. Her. Check what time she came in.”

The man read the drafts and spoke. “1:30 p.m.”

Bakugou nodded before walking to the door and unlocking it. He turned to the trembling man and gave a quick warning with a sinister smile. “If I ever find out that you told anybody, even your own damn friends or family, about what happened tonight, I won’t hesitate to come back and kill you. Am I clear?”

The man gave a quick and jittery “y-yes sir!” As he watched the pro-hero leave the room. Once Bakugou was gone, the man let out a breath of relief and allowed the few tears he was holding back to fall. Bakugou Katsuki definitely struck fear into those of the lives he met.

With this simple information, Bakugou smirked as he walked out the gym doors. He knows where you live, what gym you go to, what day you go, and what time you arrive. You were always a very punctual person. You had a schedule and you followed it through and through. He completely trusted the fact that when he came back here next week, he would be sure to see you. All he had to do now was wait 7 days.

—

7 days have passed and Katsuki was waiting for your presence in the gym. After finding out you arrived at 1:30, he showed up almost an hour earlier at 12 just in case. He waited and waited for you to show. He was almost out of patience, but after seeing that it was only 1:00, he settled the slightest bit. It wasn’t until he took notice of a familiar figure at the desk.

The man Katsuki had threaten nights ago was shivering and shaking in his boots as he greeted people at the door. He was aware that the pro hero was in the building and after the incident of what went down that night, he was definitely scared for his life. Bakugou began to walk to the man and said man could feel a scary aura coming around. When he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a smirking Katsuki.

“Hey friend,” Bakugou said with his hands in his pockets.

The man jumped at the sound of his voice and his scary presence made his eyes teary. “H-Hello Dynamight.”

“Thought I’d just come by to warn you again. When Y/N walks through those doors, don’t you fucking dare try telling her about me or my presence here. Got that.....” Katsuki said looking down at the man’s name tag. “Hiro Itadori? ‘Cuz if you do, your body goes boom. Understand?”

“Y-Yes Sir!” Hiro said as he looked to the ground with wide eyes as he felt himself break into a cold sweat. Bakugou patted the man’s back, causing him to flinch but when the hero walked away right after, Hiro calmed down. Unfortunately, that only lasted for about a second before you walked in.

“Hello Hiro!” You joyfully said. Your voice reached the ears of your ex-husband. Or more so, your “supposed to be” ex-husband. His ears perked up and he smirked as he hid behind a corner wall, taking the view of you in.

“Y/N.” He whispered to himself. He smiled and a blush bloomed on his porcelain skin as he admired you from afar. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. If anything, your looks seemed to have only gotten better. He watched as the man nervously greeted you and allowed you to go through with your workout. Katsuki smirked as he knew the man gave no hint at him being there, and so he would be able to watch you in peace.

Katsuki wasn’t there to keep tabs on your workout and what exercises you did. He was there just to watch you. Of course, while doing so, he admired you, but he was there to gain selfish intel. He watched you from start to end. Once you finished he followed you to your next location. It was still early and so it was safe to assume you weren’t heading to bed yet. He followed you back to your hotel and waited in another area until you walked out again. Sure enough, you did.

For the rest of the day, Bakugou followed and stalked your every move. He watched where you work, where you spent your free time, he followed you to the new cafe you seemed to enjoy, and then he followed you back to your hotel. Instead of waiting in another area and watching from afar, Bakugou climbed the side of the building and watched you from your hotel balcony through the glass door. He payed attention to your every move and noted what time you went to bed. Satisfied with the day’s revelations, he went back to his own home.

Knowing this information, Katsuki was able to sleep a little more peacefully. For the next few weeks, Katsuki followed this procedure. He became a full time stalker, even going so far as to call out of work for some time to put his full attention in you. He watched you like a hawk. He took note of everywhere you went, where you ate, who you spoke to, and what you did. All of it became engraved into his brain.

Now, Katsuki stood at your balcony for the umpteenth time as he stared at your sleeping form. It was deep into the night and with the moonlight on his back, he found enough courage and craze to open the door. He walked in quietly and shut the door, blocking the chilly air from seeping in to awaken your unconscious state. He approached your bed and crouched down to meet your face.

“Still as perfect as ever,” he whispered as he removed a few strands of hair out of your face. His touch didn’t seem to startle you and Katsuki took it as your body naturally indulging in his familiar touch. He blushed at the feeling of your oh so soft skin as his fingertips grazed your pillowy cheeks. His hand finally cupped the side of your face as his thumb drew circles along your skin. Your head unconsciously nuzzled into his warmth like it used to and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry Teddy Bear...I’ll bring you home soon.”

With that, Katsuki leaned down and softly placed a kiss on your lips. This was the lightest kiss he ever bestowed upon you. The pressure and weight was similar to a feather and the blonde struggled to restrain himself once he came in contact. He craved more but his mind knew better. Reluctantly, he pulled away and removed his hand from your face. He walked away, back to the balcony to take his leave but not before turning to look back at you. “Real soon.”

—

You woke up to a sense of familiarity in your room. Although you were alone, you could’ve sworn there was this chilling presence. It was faint but it was there. Taking in a breath and looking around at your surroundings, you reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for the day.

You did the usual. Got ready, got dressed, had breakfast, and went about your day. You went to the market to picked up a few things and ended up staying much longer than you liked. You walked in during daylight and came out when the sun was setting. You sighed in disappointment.

“Guess I can skip the gym this one time. I might as well get back home, read a book or two..” you went on talking to yourself about your schedule. You walked with the groceries in hand as you enjoyed the scenery on your way back, however, even with the shining sun creating it’s golden hour with a beautiful purple sky, you couldn’t help but feel wary of the stillness in the wind.

—

‘Where the fuck is she?!’ Bakugou thought to himself. He waited at the gym all damn day. He waited and waited to see your beautiful face but you never showed. If he had known that you would’ve skipped out on the gym today he wouldn’t have came here and wasted his time. Today was supposed to be the day. The day you came home.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Bakugou continued with his backup plan. Although it would hurt his soul to bring harm to his precious princess, he reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He’s been so broken for the past months, he could only imagine how destroyed you must be. Hurting you was his way of helping you.

And so, Bakugou made his way to your hotel, where he found himself standing infront of your glass door at your balcony. To his dismay, you weren’t there. He released a huff before climbing down and once again, began to wait. He waited and waited in hiding, constantly on the lookout for you. It’s hard to find you in the city when you don’t follow your daily schedule, but knowing where you currently resided to get your rest made his job much easier.

Finally, after some time, he heard the familiar and comforting sound of your humming voice as you sang a little song to yourself. Bakugou took the sight of you in and blushed at your beauty from afar. He allowed himself to soak in the sound of your pretty voice before making his move. “Sorry Princess.”

—

You finally made it to the hotel. After your long stroll, you couldn’t wait to get some rest. Except, the closer you got, the more tense you became. You could feel the suspenseful aura in the air and your pace soon slowed down. Eventually, you came to a stop as your nerves got the best of you.

“Hello?” You said in the wind. You looked around and saw nothing but the pitch black night illuminated by the street lights and stars.

“Is someone there?” You asked again, turning your head another direction. Nothing but leaves in the wind. You released a sigh and continued your walk but became startled due to the sound of squirrels fighting in the trees.

“Ah!” You screamed and dropped your bag. After taking notice of the two animals going at it, you chuckled to yourself and turned to pick up your bag, unfortunately being startled once again at the sight of shoes in front of you. “AH!”

You jumped back in fear and took a fighting stance before you settled and relax at the sight of your supposed ex-husband. “Bakugou..it’s just you.”

“Mm, nope.” Bakugou said as he bent down to pick up your bag and hand it to you. “It’s Katsuki.”

His words sent your eyes rolling as you took your bag back with a hesistant hand. Something seemed..off.

“Not anymore. Thanks for the help. Bye.” You attempted to walk on to your hotel entrance but his arm stopped you.

“What? That’s it? Thanks? Bye?” Bakugou asked while gently pushing your body back in front of him. “We should talk, Y/N.”

“There’s nothing to talk abou-“

“There is.” Bakugou said with a firm voice, grabbing your full attention. Seeing your doe eyes look at him with caution caused him to settle. Bakugou sighed through his nose and allowed his hands to rest on your waist. “I miss you, Y/N. I want you to come back home.”

You shook your head at the idea and scrunched your eyes as you tried to step out of his hold. “Bakugou..”

“Hear me out, okay? It won’t be like last time, Teddy Bear-“

“You don’t know that-“

“I do. Because I’m going to try harder for you and I’m going to hold onto you and I’m not gonna ruin us for a second time. I still love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” Bakugou sweetly said. You looked at him with the same eyes of caution before you placed your hands over his, giving him a sign of hope.

“I’m sorry, Bakugou,” you said, pulling his hands off of your waist. “I sent divorce papers. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t love you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” Bakugou said with full confidence. Although you pulled his hands away from your waist, you still allowed him to keep a hold on your own hands.

“...I should.” You said looking down. With each word of denial, Bakugou took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You should get going-“

“No, Y/N-“

“Bakugou-“

“Baby. I know you still want me. I know you still love me and I know you’re excited that I’m back. I love you...and you love me. So just admit it.” He said, inches away from your face. You stared in his eyes with a look of longing...and a hint of love. He was right. You did still love him. But after the neglect and harm he’s brought you, you didn’t know if you did want to go back. You didn’t know.

Sensing your hesistation, Bakugou slowly moved in to close the gap between you two. His hands let go off yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His face inched closer to yours and when you didn’t stop him, he continued. Finally, he gently placed his lips upon your own and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel something again. His kisses always brought a comforting feeling of butterflies in your stomach and after a second of feeling his warm lips, you kissed him back. Your hands found way around his neck as you pulled him in deeper and you could feel Bakugou smile into the kiss. It was hot and passionate. You were out in the open but for a moment it felt like no one else in the world existed. You would’ve gotten lost in the kiss had it not been for you remembering the situation you were in with the man.

Reluctantly, you gently pushed Bakugou off of you, but he still managed to press his forehead to your own. “Katsuki...you should go home.”

“Not without you.” He softly said. You shook your head as you completely pushed him off of you and gathered your things.

“Please...just go.” You said and began to walk away but Bakugou held onto your arm to stop you from moving any further.

“I’m not leaving without you, Y/N. Come home.” He stated.

“Bakugou! Just leave!” You shouted as you turned to him. When you faced the blonde man, you were shocked to see a crazed smile decorating his face.

“Too bad. I’m not asking Y/N. I’m telling. You’re coming home with me. Tonight.” He said and you scoffed at him with slight fear.

“You’re crazy!” You said and tried to shake his hold off of you, but of course failed.

“About you? Yes.” He said as he pulled you in closer. You squirmed against his hold until he pressed you in his chest and kept you in his grasp. You continued to fight against him but he grabbed your face with one hand to force you to stop and look at him.

“Let me go!”

“Listen! You either come home with me the easy way..or my way.” He warned. You looked at him with fear laced all around your face as you watched his insane side surface. You began to squirm again and fight once more.

“I’m not going!” You spat. Bakugou just released a simple laugh before caressing the side of your face.

“Yes. You are.” With that, the gentle hand on the side of your face formed into a first as he swung and knocked you out. You dropped unconscious in his hold and Bakugou was quick to carry you princess style and walk away, abandoning your groceries on the sidewalk.

“Shoulda listened. Cant believe you forced me to hurt you like that, baby.” Bakugou spoke to your unconscious state as he walked back home through dead city streets. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you once we make it back. And then, we’ll never be apart again. I promise.”

—

You awoke to chains being locked on your wrist that were tied against a headboard. You layed on a large mattress in a dark room with a dim light. As you looked around, you recognized the familiar place. The place you used to make love for hours with your ex-husband. The place where movie dates and cuddle sessions were a must. The place you locked yourself in before leaving your last relationship. Katsuki’s bedroom.

You tried to jump out of bed but the restraints pulled you back down. You tried to scream and only muffled sounds could be heard. Katsuki taped your mouth shut. You tried using your quirk but it didn’t work. You looked to your restraints and saw the cuffs he used to hold you were quirk restraining cuffs. With nothing else to do, you tossed and turned in the bed as you allowed the muffled sounds to be as loud as they could. Eventually, the ruckus you were making brought the attention of your captor. Katsuki Bakugou.

Hearing all the noise, Bakugou busted opened the door to be met with your frustrated and teary eyes. You glared at him as he smirked at your locked up state. He took the opportunity to walk up to you and caress your face.

“I’m so sorry I had to hit you baby,” he said leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “But you left me with no choice. All you had to do was come home on your own free will and I wouldn’t have had to do all that.”

You began to tremble with anger and fear as you stared up at the man. Your teary eyes challenged his insane rubies as he sat on the side of the bed.

“How does it feel to be back? Hm?” He asked, ripping off the tape. You groaned at the pain and grew sick as you saw Bakugou pervertedly lick his lips at the sound. You leaned back and huffed with heavy breath before answering him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Let me go!” You screamed. He only looked at you in confusion as another sinister smile took place on his lips.

“Why would I do that, Teddy Bear?” He asked, allowing his thumb to create sweet and soft circles on your cheek.

“I don’t want you anymore Katsuki! I don’t want to be with you!” Bakugou merely raised a brow at your words and continued to listen. “You burned me-“

*SMACK*

You looked at the man in front of you with fear and shock written on your face. Your cheek stung as your face now turned to the side but Bakugou quickly changed that by taking you by your chin to make you face him and wrapped a hand around your neck, chocking you. You gasped for air as Bakugou’s smirk became replaced with a frown and his brows became pointed.

“How dare you?! You’re asking what’s wrong with me but what the hell is wrong with you?! You left me, for months, Y/N. I was heartbroken. I was basically dead with you gone. I did you a fucking favor bringing you back. If I was so fucked, I can only imagine how horrible you must’ve been feeling. You’re lucky I came and save you. Saved us. And now, we can be happy again.” He explained.

“K-...Katsuki-..p-please!” You forced out, trying to beg for air.

“SHUT UP! I saved you, Y/N. So don’t even try to mention the little accident that happened so long ago, baby. Now you can forgive me. And don’t worry..I’m ready to listen to all the apologies you surely have for me...even if I have to choke them out of you.” He seethed with his hand tightening. Your eyes began to pop as the blood flow began to fill your face. Your eyes turned red as you struggled for air.

“I-...I-I’m..K-Katsuki! ...I’m sorry!” You shouted as best as you could. Luckily for you, the second you did, Bakugou’s hand lost its grip and simply rested on your neck. You choked and coughed as you relished in the sweet taste of oxygen. He smiled and leaned down to give your lips a sweet peck to shut you up and tapped your cheek before he walked to the door. Before leaving, he turned around to look at you and give you your official welcome back.

“I’m glad you’re home, baby. Can’t believe you really tried leaving. You’re mine, Y/N. And you always will be....don’t forget it.”

He slammed the door shut, walking away from the room with a smile. And you?

You cried.

A/N: Back by popular demand, we have part 2 to “What Have I Done.” How was it? In my opinion the beginning SUCKED! But I promise it’ll get better! The story will focus on Y/N and Bakugou’s new lives now so stay tuned and I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[a-tiny-frog-girl]

To Mars and Back ch. 6

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Chapter 6! Special thank you to Becky and my other proofreaders for this chapter! Reblogs >>> likes

warnings: self-waterboarding, trauma trigger and flashback, implied abuse, injury mention, accidental fearplay, panic attack, Criminal Minds typical violence (mentioned), implied kidnapping

words: 3,126

summary: The BAU talks to Mars to find out some things they didn't know. Mars isn't sure how to feel about telling them.

"Just try to remember as much as you can, don't stress about the details." Morgan said. Mars hummed in agreement and shut her eyes. "Picture the building you were kept in. What does it look like?" He asked "It's run down. There are vines breaking through the wall and dirt everywhere. It has an entrance room, a basement, the cage room, and one more room, I think." Mars focused as hard as she could on the picture in her mind. "Can you see a window?" Morgan asked. "Not from my cage. I think if I... Yeah, I can see a window from the table." Mars said. "Can you see what's outside the window?" Morgan asked. "Trees. Lots of trees. It's a forest as far as I can see. I can see the front of a blue car, but I can't tell if it's a wreck or actually usable." Mars said. "Can you see a license plate?" Morgan asked. "I can see part of it, but I don't remember the numbers. It's just blurry." Mars squeezed her hands into fists as if it would bring her memory into focus. "Sorry." "It's okay, don't worry about it. Is there anything else you can see?" "It's flat, there's no ditches. I don't see any flowers." "Okay, how about the building itself? What is it made of?" "It's wood. The round wood things." Mars held out her hand as if to feel it. "It's old, I think." "A log cabin?" Reid asked quietly as he walked past. "Yeah. I think it's a log cabin." Mars affirmed. "Can you hear anything?" Mars stiffened at the words. "I-- There's, um, cars. In the distance." "Can you hear anything inside? Any plans?" Morgan pried a little harder. "N-no, I--," Mars winced at a sound only she could hear. "I didn't hear much..." "What are you hearing right now?" Morgan asked again. Mars' body curled up at the question as if to protect herself. "It's-- It's, um," She took a shaky breath and tried again. "Sorry, um, I- I hear, I can hear--" Mars stuttered. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm as tears stung her unopened eyes. "Stop." Hotch interrupted, voice low. "Mars, remember you can tell us you need to take a break any time." "I don't need a break." Mars said stubbornly. "I'm fine." She rubbed the tears out her eyes and shut them again. "I think we should stop, at least for now." Morgan said. "It's too soon. There's no reason to put this much stress on you right away." But there was. The other borrowers were still there, still going through what she had miraculously escaped. She couldn't leave them there. Did they not know? Reid did, but he was in the other room with Rossi, Prentiss, and Garcia. Maybe he hadn't told them yet. Mars took a deep breath. If they were going to help, they should know. Their reactions would tell her more about them, too. Why did it feel like she was trying to convince herself and failing? "Mars?" Hotch asked softly. She had been lost in thought for a little bit now. Mars just had to say it, get it out before she could think about it any further. "There are more. Like me." Mars said. She wanted to hide, to look away from the humans in case they reacted badly. But she had to know. She had to be ready. "More people your size?" Morgan asked. Mars nodded stiffly. "Belovich has them. They're still there. I- I can't leave them there." Mars said. There was a pause, shock flashing over Morgan's face. Hotch's face stayed terrifyingly blank of any emotion. "How many?" Hotch finally asked. "25? 30? Maybe more, I'm not sure." Mars' voice wavered under the pressure. Hotch and Morgan locked eyes, communicating silently. "Does he have some sort of machine to make people like this?" Morgan gestured at Mars. Mars tilted her head, confused. "How does he make you small?" Morgan clarified. "He... doesn't." Mars said, as though it were obvious. "Is it someone else?" Morgan was confused now. "We-- I was born this way. This size." Mars answered, arms crossing over her chest self consciously. The statement surprised the two men so much that it showed even on Hotch's face. "Reid?" Hotch turned and called into the other room. "Be right there!" Reid responded, his footsteps coming closer in an instant and shaking the table minutely. "What's up?" He pulled out a chair and sat down, careful to not scare Mars. "This is Mars' natural height." Hotch said, forcing his voice to stay even. Mars looked up at Reid, watching as confusion and concern took over his features. "What? That's-- That doesn't make sense. How could a human be born that small?" Reid said. "Like Belovich shrinking people is any more reasonable." Morgan said.

"I'm, uh, not." Mars' voice petered out as everyone turned to her. "Not what?" Reid asked. "Um," Mars wrung her hands. "Human. I'm not a human. Or a person, I guess." "But you're literally just a smaller human!" Morgan said. "No, I'm a bor--," Mars redirected herself, not sure if she was ready to tell the humans their name yet. "I'm different. We're different than you humans." Morgan looked back to Hotch for some sort of support, but Reid's eyes glittered with curiosity. It made Mars' stomach turn at the sight. Should she have lied and gone along with them? The colony rules flashed through her mind. They'd have kicked her out if they knew one human had seen her. But just because there was no going back she couldn't betray her entire species just like that. "The others, the ones Belovich has, they're all like me." Mars took her spiraling mind off the topic. "They're not human. He knows that." "Mars, can I test something really quickly?" Reid asked. Mars only nodded because he had let some of the intense excitement out of his body. "Hey, Prentiss!" Reid called over his shoulder. Mars hissed quietly like a punctured balloon at the sudden volume. "What?" Prentiss replied. "Can I borrow your compact mirror?" Reid noticed Mars' flinch, luckily, and lowered his volume. "Why do you think I have a compact mirror?" Prentiss answered with a scoff. "Is it 'cause I'm a girl?" Reid stuttered, trying to find a response. "Hold on, I have one!" Garcia interrupted. There were a few quick clacking and crashing noises before she came running into the room and dropped a bright pink embellished circular object in front of Reid. He popped it open and stood, sliding the mirror to point at Mars before crouching behind her. Mars waited for instructions, but none came. Reid's eyes were on her and the rest of the humans were staring at him. She'd have to figure it out herself. She closed the distance between it and herself and shakily reached out a hand to touch it, glancing back at Reid to make sure she hadn't done anything wrong yet. "It's okay," Reid reassured her with a soft smile. With that confirmation, she leaned in to look at the mirror. For a second, she was surprised by her reflection. She reached out, hand pressed against the almost unfamiliar girl's. For the first time she saw the deep colored eyebags and bruises that covered her body. Her hair was far messier than usual with strands sticking out from the bun she had corralled it into days ago. After another quick glance back, she carefully untangled the yellow ribbon from her hair, letting it free to flow down her back. She pulled her fingers through her hair, detangling every knot she found. Then she held the yellow ribbon in her teeth as she regathered her now calmer dark hair, using the mirror to check that she had every lock and tied the ribbon securely. Now her reflection looked a little more like when she had last seen it a lifetime or two ago, she thought. Or the best it could be despite all the injuries. She turned back to Reid, still very aware of his stare locked onto her. She just wished she knew what he wanted from her. "What was the most recent dream you can remember?" He asked after a moment. "I dreamt I was home, but I was invisible and no one could hear me or interact with me." Mars answered honestly. She wondered what this had to do with the small mirror.

Reid suddenly stood and grabbed the mirror from behind her, snapping it closed. Mars yelped at the sound, imagining herself crushed in the cold reflective case. "Sorry," Reid apologized as he leaned over her to return the mirror to its owner.

"Want to clue in the rest of us on what exactly you're doing?" Morgan asked. "Oh. Yeah. The self-awareness test." Reid answered. The humans immediately understood whatever he had done like he had explained it to them in full detail. She would never understand humans, she thought to herself. "Why? People are all self aware, aren't they?" Garcia asked. Hotch sighed. "Hold on, Garcia. We might as well tell everyone at the same time." Hotch tapped some buttons on his phone, making the every phone in the next room beep once. The last three people shuffled back into view, making the massive human room feel crowded. Mars hadn't even known that was possible. "Okay, quick update. Mars?" Hotch said. Mars' heart froze in her chest at the realization that she was supposed to confess that she wasn't one of them. For a second, she sat silent in inner turmoil. Reid gently set his hand within arm's reach of Mars, startling her out of her panic. He gave her an encouraging smile, and she took a deep breath. She just had to get this over with. "I'm not a-- not human." She pushed the words out, leaving them to sit with the humans surrounding her. Last time she hadn't known that they'd had a reason to react at all. Now the terror of 'what if' was all she could think about. "I've always been this tall." She added, remembering the confusion. The silence that followed made Mars terrified to look up from the table she sat on. "Belovich and his people found us and took us away from our homes and families to--" Mars' voice cut out. She wasn't ready to talk about that yet. She cleared her throat and started again. "There's a whole bunch like me in the hideout-thingy. We have to go get them out." Desperation slipped into her voice. "Hey, it's okay, we're going to find them as soon as we can. Just breathe, in and out." Reid reached closer, cupping his hand protectively behind Mars, breathing deeply to model the calming strategy. "Where do you live if you're always this small?" Prentiss asked, bemused. Mars froze in the middle of her breath at the question. These were the types of questions she was never supposed to answer. There was only one question worse that she could think of. At least they hadn't asked her what she is. "You don't have to answer that." Reid hastily butted in, seeing the fear paralyze her. She looked up at him and despite the kind smile he was giving her, she could still see the spark of curiosity in his eyes. He wanted to know too. "I-I--" Mars started, pushing down the tears welling in her eyes. "Seriously, it's okay. It's just a dumb question." Prentiss offered. She was right, it was just a dumb question. Mars took a shaky breath in. "I live in a human house. I think we all do, but maybe some of us live outside?" Mars straightened her train of thought away from the tangent. "We, um, take stuff to survive." She finished, wincing at how that sounded. "So other peop- humans know about you?" Morgan asked. "No. We hide and only take stuff that won't be noticed. Or needed." Mars added on at the end, trying to not paint herself as a thief. "Where do you live that humans don't notice?" Rossi crinkled his nose in thought. Mars hesitated before answering. "In the walls." "So you tiny people live inside the walls with a bunch of stolen shit?" Rossi asked in disbelief. Mars flinched like she was hit at the profanity. "Rossi!" Morgan hissed through his teeth. "Mars, breathe. In and out. No one's going to hurt you." Reid focused her back on him. "We kinda have to. If we had a different way to survive we would." Panic edged into Mars' voice as she tried to manage the tone into an apology. "It's okay, Mars. Nobody's mad at you for doing what you had to to stay alive." JJ said. Mars' eyes darted back and forth, looking for any sign of anger or contempt on all the members of the BAU, still not resting when she didn't find any.

"I think those guys that took us were." Mars gestured to a scar peeking out from her shirt. "We aren't them." Hotch stated firmly. "I-- I know, sorry, I, um, I just--" Mars' words tangled and jumbled at the sight of his stone face. "Mars. Breathe." Reid cut her off, getting down to her level and making eye contact. Mars' breaths were erratic as she tried to find some way to fix her mistake. "We're called borrowers." She finally blurted out before slapping her hands over her mouth, hyperventilating. "Rossi, get a cup of water. Prentiss, grab that half empty soda bottle." Hotch slipped into boss mode seamlessly. "Reid?" Mars didn't know what any of that meant, especially not the last bit. Was Reid supposed to do something to her? He wouldn't, right? She looked up just as Reid's other hand rose over the table to complete the semi circle he had started with his hand cupped behind her. Mars gasped at the hand enclosure that formed around her, blocking her from the world. "C'mon. Deep breaths." Reid said, muffled by the hands keeping her in place. She couldn't read his tone, not through her gasps for air and his hands. It might have been an order. It probably was an order, Mars thought. She forced her breaths to slow down as far as she could, feeling faint from lack of oxygen. Whatever she had to do so they wouldn't hurt her. In an instant, Reid's hands disappeared back to where they had come from, replaced with a tiny plastic basin filled to the brim with water. "Drink." Mars heard, the speaker and the rest of the sentence lost with everything else in her head. That was definitely an order, though, so she scooted over to the water and leaned down to scoop water into her mouth like she hadn't seen it before in her life.

"Whoa, whoa, Mars, calm down!" Someone said, the sentence far away in her state of pure panic. Her mind felt weaker by the moment. Was she allowed to stop to take a breath? She really needed one, but she was afraid to risk it. "Mars, Mars!" She didn't respond until fingers closed gently around her, holding her still while removing the water. "Mars, look at me. Please." Reid said. She turned to him, eyes wide and shaking so hard he was worried she'd topple if he let go. "You're not in trouble and no one's upset. You're safe, okay? I swear you're safe. Breathe with me." Reid took a comically large breath to keep her attention before letting it out slowly. Despite how gently he held her, he could feel her hummingbird heartbeat racing in his fingertips. "I'm sorry we scared you. We didn't mean to." Reid reassured between breaths. "Wh--" Mars was cut off by a coughing fit from her abused throat. "We wanted to make you feel better." Reid explained, correctly deducing the rest of Mars' question. "You're having a panic attack. Sometimes water and less noise and light can help. We didn't mean for you to hurt yourself." "Sorry," Mars managed to say through her coughs. "It's not your fault, Mars." Reid said in a softer, sadder voice.

Mars' coughing died down and she sat down, trying to breathe in a pattern that felt like it wouldn't kill her. "Can you tell me why saying that you're called burrowers made you have a panic attack?" Reid asked gently. "It's, um. Borrowers. We borrow stuff." Mars corrected, avoiding the question. "Borrowers?" Reid checked to make sure he heard right. Mars nodded. "Why did that make you panic?" He repeated calmly. Mars sighed anxiously. "I'm not supposed to tell humans anything about us, especially that we're Borrowers. No human is ever supposed to find out about us even existing." Mars answered the actual question. "Who says you aren't allowed? Why?" Reid asked. "It's just a bo-borrower rule." Mars stuttered, feeling uneasy saying any of it out loud. "You saw what happened to me when those humans found me. I'm just lucky those guys decided to keep our existence from the rest of the world or we'd all be screwed." "I'm sure most humans would be decent to you guys." Garcia said, creasing her brow. "We are, right?" Mars stopped, looking between Garcia and Reid, hoping an answer would fall out of the sky. That question was a trap, she was sure. "It's more about the risk, Garcia." Hotch eventually cut off the roaring silence. "Humans can do anything to us. We can't-- We can't stop you. Them." Mars said quietly, shaking noticeably again. "We won't do anything to you or your friends." Rossi said gruffly. "But you could. If you ever changed your mind--" Mars' voice wavered at the thought. "Nothing will change our minds, Mars." Hotch softly cut her off. Mars looked down at the table, too afraid to meet anyone's eyes, tracing a scar under her pants leg out of habit. "I know this is scary, trusting a bunch of strangers. But you're being really brave and you're doing the right thing." JJ added after a moment. Mars still didn't look up from the table. "Why don't you and Mars go take a break in the other room." Hotch said to Reid when it was clear Mars didn't feel like talking anymore. Reid nodded and laid his hand next to Mars. Mars stood and stepped on, trying to ignore the stares she could feel focus on her, and sat down cross legged. She never lifted her gaze from the ground. Weight pulled at her stomach, something between guilt and fear, plus the vertigo and dread made her almost sick with worry. She just wished these humans would drop the facade and turn on her already.

[sochilll]

October 11 - Apple Picking

Day 10 Day 12 All Days (Prompt list)

“-and I don’t want to hang out with them for like six hours straight. So do you want to come?”

Evan blinked. He’d sort of been tuning Jared out ever since he’d started describing in great detail the horrendousness of his math substitute’s outfit.

“Evan?”

Evan hesitated. “Sure. I’ll go.” He said, hoping Jared would say something that gave any hint at all to where he’d just agreed to go.

“Cool.”

“Sorry, what day did you say it was?”

“Saturday.”

“Okay. Cool.”

That gave Evan five days to figure out what he’d agreed to.

Unfortunately, by the time Saturday rolled around, Evan was still just as in the dark as he’d been when Jared invited him to… whatever he invited him to. He did figure out that the “they” Jared didn’t want to hang out with were his parents, at least.

He texted Jared on Friday night to ask if he should bring anything and Jared said no. Then he asked what he should wear, to which Jared responded, “bitch whatever you want I don’t care.”

So Evan wore jeans and a t-shirt and he brought a hoodie in case they were outside. When Jared’s mom’s car pulled up, Evan was relieved to see Jared dressed similarly.

Evan climbed into the backseat. There were no clues in the car as to where they were going.

“Hi Evan!” Mrs. Kleinman called, twisting around in the passenger seat. “We’re so glad you could join us today. We were just talking about how we never see you anymore.”

“Yeah. I’m excited to… uh-be here.”

“Have you ever been apple picking?” She asked.

Finally. Evan managed to keep his sigh of relief inside. “No. I haven’t.”

“Oh fun!” Mrs. Kleinman clapped her hands. “We used to go a lot when Jared was little. But then we all got so busy that we haven’t gotten to go in a while. Jared, remember when you used to let me take pictures of you on the hay bales.”

“No.” Jared snapped, flushing.

Mrs. Kleinman rolled her eyes. “He remembers.” She assured Evan.

The drive wasn’t too long. Jared and Evan got through half a game of license plates before they pulled into the dirt parking lot.

Evan wasn’t lying, he hadn’t ever been apple picking. It had never seemed all that fun. If he’d been listening when Jared was talking, maybe he wouldn’t have agreed to come. Although, thinking about it, he probably still would’ve. It’s not like he had big plans for his Saturday afternoon.

Mr. Kleinman paid for the four of them and they each got a basket to fill. A short man told them which trees to pick from and then they were off.

“Come on.” Jared bumped Evan’s shoulder and walked off, in the opposite direction of his parents.

Evan trailed behind him, stepping over fallen apples. “You never talked about apple picking.”

“Why would I?”

“Your mom said you used to go a lot.”

“Yeah so?” Jared shrugged. He paused, yanking a round, red apple off a branch and dropping it into his basket. “It was never that appealing to me. Pun intended.”

Evan smiled. He walked to the next tree and pulled a ripe looking apple from the branch. He inspected it. “I don’t really know how to tell if it’s good.”

“Doesn’t really matter.” Jared called. “She’s just gonna put them in a pie.”

“Doesn’t that mean we should find good ones?” Evan asked, stumbling over a root but catching himself.

“Nah. They get drowned in cinnamon and shit.”

“Can you down something in a powder?”

Jared whipped around. “Why must you be so difficult?”

Evan shrugged. He didn’t point out that Jared was equally, if not more, difficult at all times.

“That one.” Jared stopped walking suddenly. “That’s the perfect apple.”

Evan looked where he was pointing. It was high up. Like, really high up. The tree wasn’t that tall but it didn’t have many climbable branches, so Evan didn’t understand how Jared intended to get up there.

“It’s… kind of… high up.”

“Yeah.” Jared smiled mischievously. “But with your height plus my height…”

“What? How would we-“ Evan stopped. “Absolutely not.”

Jared put his basket down. “Oh yes.” He took Evan’s basket from his hands and set it next to his own. “Come on.”

“No. What do you expect me to do?”

“You’re gonna get on my shoulders. And you’re gonna pick the apple.”

“No I’m fucking not.” Evan crossed his arms.

It was unbelievable how good Jared was at goading Evan into things. He shouldn’t have been that good at it. Evan was smart but more than that, he had anxiety. It should’ve been very difficult to convince him to climb on his historically not-that-strong best friend’s shoulders to pick an apple.

And yet, somehow, he found himself teetering on Jared’s shoulders, reaching into the leaves. Evan had always enjoyed making fun of Jared for being short. But from this vantage point, Jared seemed very, very tall.

“Hurry up.” Jared groaned. “You’re fucking heavy.”

“This was your idea!” Evan snapped. He stretched his arm further. The apple was still just out of reach. “Higher.”

“There is no higher!” Jared yelled. “Unless I go on my toes.”

“Don’t do that!”

“I’m doing it!”

Evan knew it would go poorly even before it did. The second Jared tried, he wobbled, cursed and then lost his balance.

It was a wonder neither of them broke anything. Evan got the wind knocked out of him and he scraped his elbow. What he inferred from Jared’s swearing, was that he’d twisted his ankle. Evan recovered his breath and then dragged himself over to Jared and flopped onto his back.

They laid there, staring up at the apple that had bested them.

“I told you it was stupid.” Evan said.

“Shut up Evan.”

Evan smiled. And then he started laughing. And then Jared started laughing. And suddenly they were both howling with laughter. Evan was clutching his stomach and Jared was covering his face with his hands.

“This is fun. I’m glad I came.” Evan said when he caught his breath.

“Yeah. Me too I guess.” Jared said, rolling his head to look at Evan.

They were close enough that Evan could see every grain of dirt on Jared’s shirt collar. Probably from Evan’s shoes.

“We should hang out more.” Jared said suddenly.

Evan was thrown. That was the last thing he expected to hear. He looked up, almost nose to nose with Jared. “You never invite me.”

“You could ask me.”

Evan gave him a look. “You always say no.”

“Like two years ago I always said no.” Jared rolled his eyes. “Ask me now.”

Evan tapped his shoes together. The ground was hard and a stick was digging into his back. “Do you wanna come over tomorrow and watch stupid movies?”

“Yes.” Jared said. It was so sincere it knocked the wind out of Evan all over again.

“Cool.” Evan said, mouth going dry. He leaned toward Jared slightly.

“Evan.” Jared breathed.

“Yeah?”

“I…” Jared swallowed. “I think I really fucked up my ankle. I think I need some ice.”

“Oh. Shit. Yeah.” Evan started to get up.

“Wait!” Jared said suddenly. “You could kiss me first.”

“I-what?” Evan’s face burned.

“I assumed that’s what you were going for.” Jared said, the tips of his ears going red.

“Well… I mean I was but-“

“Right so do that and then go get me medical attention.”

Evan stared at him. Jared was so stupid. Evan did it anyway.

[live-the-fangirl-life]

Have I Been Bad, Officer?

Nesta Archeron x Cassian - Handcuffs Oneshot

Nesta surprises Cassian for a little Anniversary fun. Turns out, real handcuffs work better than sex-shop knock-offs.

Written for Nessian Month @illyrianet

Prompt: Handcuffs

Masterlist | Read on Ao3

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Police/Handcuffs

4102 words

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Cassian watched as another car approached his police cruiser, spotted it, and abruptly slowed down to pass him. Even pulled off on the shoulder of the road, the logo of Velaris PD stood out on the side of the car.

He rolled his eyes. Normally he would have cared more, but that was the only car he’d seen in the last ten minutes and he was already in a bad mood; he decided it was best for everyone if he didn’t take his frustration out on whatever poor driver had the bad luck of getting his attention.

He shouldn’t be sitting in his patrol car waiting to pull people over for speeding. He should be at home with his beautiful, devious wife, celebrating their anniversary.

Cassian had made a point to ask for the day off. The next two days off, actually. He wasn’t going to rush any of their anniversary plans. But then an officer called in sick, and another had a family emergency, and suddenly Cassian was being dragged into work because a personal day took less preference, unfortunately.

Nesta understood. At first, she’d threatened to go down to the precinct and tell his chief exactly what she thought about the decision, but Cassian convinced her that if she did that then he’d be fired and would consequently have every day off. It sounded good until he reminded both of them that being fired means he wouldn’t be making money, and it turns out you need money to live.

And although Nesta understood, she certainly wasn’t making it easy on him. Every fifteen minutes his phone chimed with a new message from her.

At first, it was just an ‘I love you’, and ‘Happy Anniversary’, but that soon turned into her explaining all things she was going to do to him when he got home.

And all the things she wanted him to do to her.

Then the pictures started.

Each new picture showed Nesta in a different outfit. A few were of her in different lingerie sets, a couple of them, Cassian noted excitedly, were ones he hadn’t seen before.

Another picture was of her in just his shirt, kneeling on the ground, back arched with her nipples pressing through the fabric.

The latest one was of Nesta in nothing but his uniform’s hat, and bright red lipstick.

Groaning loudly, Cassian rubbed his hands over his face. He willed his cock to calm down and counted down the seconds until he could get home and follow through with some of the requests she made.

The next twenty minutes passed without any more cars driving by and without any more of Nesta’s texts. Good, he thought, she was done torturing him when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Cassian noticed a set of headlights approaching in the distance. Still mostly hidden from view, he watched as the car sped past him. Speeding. He rolled his eyes and watched for more cars.

He didn’t have to wait long. A minute later a car sped by him going the other direction. Cassian sat up at full attention; it was the same car, but this time it was driving even faster.

He watched as the car took the next exit, turned around, and drove back towards him.

Confused, Cassian waited until it was almost to him and then he turned on his lights and sirens and pulled out into the road behind the strange car.

Almost immediately, the driver slowed and pulled off onto the road’s shoulder.

In the shine of his headlights, Cassian could easily read the license plate of the familiar-looking car he stopped. He recognized it as easily as he knew his own.

It was Nesta’s car.

And she had driven by more than once to get his attention. Chuckling to himself, Cassian slowly got out of his cruiser and strutted over to her driver’s side window.

He shined his flashlight in her face, careful not to blind her with the harsh light, and smirked broadly as he leaned his elbows against the open window. Her hair was loose in waves down her back—his favorite look on her—, she wore a long coat with a belt tied around her waist and the top two buttons open allowing him a peek of her cleavage when she leaned closer. She also had on bright red lipstick that Cassian couldn’t wait to attempt to ruin; Nesta had long since started buying smudge-proof lipstick, but Cassian always like to test the limits of her makeup.

He didn’t say anything at first, instead, waiting for her to explain what she was doing. But she just blinked up at him innocently and smiled with her blood-red lips.

She was up to something, but Cassian thought he was going to enjoy whatever she had planned, so he played along.

“Are you aware that you were speeding, miss?” Cassian asked in his best authoritative voice. He had perfected a lot of voices when it came to Nesta. The soft voice he used when she was reading and he didn’t want to disturb her; the charming, cocky voice he used when flirting with her; the rough, low voice he used whenever he wanted to make her particularly wet; but this one, his ‘cop-voice’ was one she loved to hear when he was in control.

Her smile slowly morphed into a smirk.

“I absolutely was speeding,” she paused and leaned forward, the neck of her jacket opened further and Cassian could see the swells of her breasts as she said in a low voice, “Officer.”

He suppressed a groan. She knew what that did to him. And if the satisfied look in her eyes was any indication, his own had turned dark and hungry at her tone.

If this is how she wanted to play, he would gladly oblige her.

“You were driving real fast. Very dangerous.” Cassian’s eyes remained locked with hers. “I’m not sure if I can let you go with just a warning. You seemed pretty determined to catch my attention.” Cassian’s smirk grew.

“Are you going to write me up? Give me a ticket?” Her gaze dropped to where his notepad was stuffed into his belt and slowly raked her eyes back up to his. “Have I been bad, Officer?”

Fuck. He chuckled wickedly and made a show of looking around the dark, empty road. He hadn’t seen another car pass by for a while and he doubted there would be anyone for a while.

“Nes, sweetheart.” This time, when he leaned down his gaze lingered on her open collar. “I’m not going to give you a ticket.”

Nesta’s smile turned feline, and Cassian felt like he’d walked right into her snare.

“Then I guess,” her voice dropped low and she looked up at him through her eyelashes, “you’ll have to punish me some other way, Officer.”

This time, Cassian didn’t muffle his groan of approval. He pushed himself off the car door and shot her a broad grin before schooling his features into a stern, disapproving mask.

“I’m gonna need you to step out of the car.”

Still smirking, Nesta slowly opened the door. As she brought one leg out and then the other, setting them on the pavement, Cassian noticed that her coat exposed her bare thigh and he wondered what exactly she was wearing underneath. Or not wearing if he knew Nesta—and he prided himself in knowing Nesta.

She stood up and shut the door.

Cassian took a moment to look her up and down. He took in her long tousled hair, red lips, trench coat—he realized now­—and the pair of black patent leather stilettos. He didn’t hide his desire; he knew his face must look ravenous, and he could feel where his pants were stretched tightly, showing her the shape of his hard cock.

A slow smirk spread across his face.

He motioned for her to walk around to the other side of her car. The side farther away from the road and the scarce light.

“Turn around.” He ordered.

She turned, pressing her front into the car’s frame, waiting until the last second to tear her eyes from his. He stepped closer to her until he was almost pressed against her and pulled her hair away from her ear to say, “I need to pat you down. Gotta make sure you don’t have anything dangerous on you.”

She shivered as his breath hit the arch of her ear.

His hands rested on her shoulders before slowly trailing down her arms.

“No knives,” His hands came back up and then tracked down her back, running a finger along the curve of her spine.

“No guns.” His fingers gripped her waist and in a quick motion, pulled her hips flush against his so she could feel exactly how turned on he was by her little game. He felt her ass rub up against his erection and held in a groan.

“No pepper spray.” He used one foot to kick her legs apart. One hand pressed on her upper back, making her lean further into the car. With her ass pushed out and feet spread apart, he gave her round backside a quick slap that caused her to gasp in surprise and gripped her hips to hold her in place.

“Don’t move,” Cassian commanded gruffly and he thought he heard a soft moan escape Nesta’s lips.

He pressed his body into hers, keeping her in place while he moved one hand to her hip as the other snaked its way around to grip her throat. Not too constricting, but just enough that she knew who was in charge

“What was that you said about punishing you?” Cassian’s hand on her hip moved down across her ass and then lower, taunting her with his touch. When she didn’t answer, just let out another low moan, he tightened his grip on her throat and cupped her through her panties.

Or, he would have if she’d been wearing any.

He moaned at the feeling of her warm, slick cunt against his fingers. Nesta’s words were cut off by a strangled gasp.

“Punish me.” She urged and tried to force her hips backward as he slowly moved his fingers along her slit, coating them in her wetness, before moving them up to circle her clit.

He hummed, considering. “You want me to punish you? I know you do, you’re so wet for me already,” he spoke into her ear, reveling in the sounds he was pulling from her.

“More, please,” Nesta gasped as his finger ghosted over her opening. “I’ve been bad, Officer.”

“You have.” He agreed and shoved two fingers into her soaking pussy.

She moaned loudly and splayed her hands across the top of the car trying to get a grip as he thrust into her relentlessly. His hand around her throat moved to reach into her coat and grasp one of her breasts.

Gods, she wasn’t wearing anything under her jacket.

He pulled his fingers all the way out, loving the whimper she made at the loss of sensation, only to add a third and resume his thrusts.

She moaned even louder as the hand at her breast rolled her nipple between his fingers and tweaked it harshly.

“Cass, please.” She begged. He loved it when she begged.

He grunted and pulled his fingers from her. Before she could protest, he spun her around so that her back was leaning against the car and she was staring at him with hooded eyes, breasts heaving as she breathed heavily.

He held her gaze as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked every last drop of her arousal from them.

“Was that my punishment?” Nesta panted, frustrated that he didn’t make her finish.

Cassian stepped up to her and raised a brow.

“If you think that was your punishment, then you’ve got another thing coming, sweetheart.” He winked and leaned down as if to kiss her, but ducked his head at the last second to attach his mouth to her neck, sucking small bruises along her collar bone and throat.

Nesta reached down and untied the belt holding her jacket together. With a few quick movements, she had it open, off her body, and flung to the ground several feet away from them. Now she was leaning against the car wearing nothing but her heels.

“Then finish the job, Officer.”

With a growl, he gripped her face and kissed her fiercely. It wasn’t tender or loving—those kisses were for later. This was hungry, ravenous, filled with uncontrolled desire.

It was teeth and tongues clashing, claiming the other as best they could.

He broke away and smirked again.

“With pleasure.”

Then he dropped to his knees and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. From his position, he noticed the underside of her stilettos was a bright red that matched her lips. He ran his hands up either side of her legs and watched Nesta shudder with anticipation before dipping his head between her thighs.

The sound of her moan and her head falling back to land on the car were almost as delicious as the taste of her on his tongue.

Cassian was relentless. He savored her taste and her moans as he devoured her. He knew exactly what she liked and she was already so close to the edge from the way his fingers had fucked her moments before.

Her moans grew louder and she fisted one hand in his hair, keeping him close. If he could, he would laugh; if she thought he would willingly abandon her soaking pussy right now she was insane. He would finish what he started, and then he’d make her beg for more

His tongue moved from where it was spearing into her to circle and suck her clit. He used two of his fingers to replace where his tongue had been inside her and curled them just right.

“Cassian!” Nesta’s head flew back and she shuddered as release barreled through her. The hands in his hair became almost unbearable tight, but he continued to eat her out slowly as she came down from her high.

When he was sure she’d ridden out the last wave, he stood up and held her gaze as he licked his lips. Her smoldering, lustful gaze heated further and she grabbed the back of his neck to pull him against her. Nesta tasted herself on Cassian’s lips and moaned.

She kissed down his jawline. She was so turned on knowing she was completely naked and he was still fully dressed.

Cassian grabbed her and reached for something on his belt, but she was too distracted to notice what it was. His hands ran down her arms and the next thing she knew, her own hands were behind her back and cold metal encircled them.

She broke the kiss to see his satisfied face. Raising an eyebrow she tested the stretch of the handcuffs he’d put on her.

“These are strong.” She commented on them, smirking, trying to pull her wrists apart.

Cassian flipped them around so he was now against the car. “They’re the real deal, baby.” Then he chuckled and unbuckled his belt.

Nesta watched hungrily as his fingers unbuttoned his pants and Cassian’s hard cock sprung free, desperate for attention.

He stroked himself a few times, loving the way her eyes were glued to his moving hand. “Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”

Nesta kicked off her heels and lowered herself to the ground, all the while looking at Cassian from beneath her eyelashes.

“Now what, Officer?” She goaded him innocently.

“Now show me what that smart mouth of yours can do.” He ran a hand through her hair before fisting it and bringing her face closer to his rock-hard cock. “And maybe it’ll make up for the way you behaved.”

She gave him one last smirk before leaning forwards and taking the tip of him into her mouth. He moaned at the feeling of her hot, wet mouth wrapped around him.

She sucked lightly, swirling her tongue over the slit. Cassian hissed a sharp breath and tightened his grip in her hair. She looked up at him as she started bobbing her head up and down.

“That’s it,” He groaned again as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked deeply. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Then she pushed forward until her nose hit his pelvis and Cassian let out a loud groan.

She pulled away once to take a breath and then he was pushing her back down, using his grip in her hair to move her head up and down. She gagged as the tip of him hit the back of her throat but Cassian kept her head moving.

“Fuck.” He choked out, “ You’re perfect. Your tight little throat takes me so well. Can’t wait to fuck your dripping pussy.” He met her watering eyes and felt the moan she released at his words vibrate around his cock. “Look at you, on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, ugh, Nes—”

The vibrations of her moans combined and the feeling of his tip brushing the back of her throat sent him over the edge. He went rigged and loosened his grip on her hair as he released down her throat. She took all of him, swallowing every last drop. Nesta leaned back on her heels and slowly released him with an audible pop.

He helped her get to her feet so she wouldn’t lose her balance since her hands were still locked behind her back, and swiped his thumb over her red, swollen lip.

He dragged her towards him for a bruising kiss.

“Gods, I love you.” He groaned against her mouth.

She pulled away to smile, “I love you too. Now take off your shirt.”

Cassian threw his head back and laughed but obeyed.

Once his own clothes were on the ground with hers, he opened the door to the back seat of her car and nudged her towards it.

She raised a brow at him and gestured with her still-bound hands. “Are these staying on?”

He stepped into her space and kissed her neck, sucking on the spot between her shoulder and neck that had her whimpering. “Do you want them to stay on?”

Nesta had a hard time responding once he moved to the seat behind her ear. “Yes,” She gasped, her head falling back. “Yes.”

She felt him smirk against her skin.

“Then they stay on,” Cassian commanded roughly.

She sent him another sultry smile. “Whatever you say, Officer.”

Cassian pulled Nesta as close he could get her with her hands cuffed behind her back; her back against his hard chest. One of his large hands wrapped around her throat and the other started rubbing soft circles over her clit. Nesta’s head fell back against his shoulder.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” His voice was rough. “You’ve been driving me crazy with your texts and those fucking pictures. When we get home I want you to show me all those new sets of lingerie.” He nipped at her ear, his fingers moving a little faster. “But maybe you should start with your least favorite because I think I’ll just rip it off you.”

She groaned as he eased one finger inside her. “Oh yeah, you’re ready.”

He removed his finger and bent her over. Her face was pushed into the leather cushion with her knees spread resting on the seat, ass in the air.

Cassian ran a possessive hand over her spine and slapped her ass forcing her to moan into the seat. He stepped up behind her so she could feel his hard length press between her ass cheeks.

“Happy anniversary, Sweetheart.”

And then he pushed into her dripping cunt with one quick thrust. They both moaned loudly as they got used to the feeling. When Nesta moved her hips back trying to gain some friction, he gripped her hips and kept her still.

“Oh, gods, Cassian,” Her moans were muffled by the leather seat.

Chuckling, he started to move. Each thrust brought pleasure surging through him. By the sounds Nesta was making, he knew she was feeling the same.

“Faster.” She demanded. “Harder.”

He grunted and grabbed her hips with both hands, trying his best not to shove her face into the seat but still doing what she asked.

He planted his feet better and then fucked into her with everything he had.

There was a cacophony of sounds; Cassian’s grunts, Nesta’s incomprehensible moans, the wet, vulgar sound of skin on skin, and the rhythmic creaking of the car shaking.

He shifted Nesta’s hip and hit a spot that sent her squealing,

“Yes! Cass, right there!” She screamed and he made sure to hit that spot with every thrust.

Soon enough, he felt her walls clenching around him and he gritted his teeth as she screamed his name as she orgasmed.

Cassian made sure to keep up his pace throughout the entire thing.

When he felt her stop pulsing with the aftershocks, he used an arm to wrap around her middle, pulling her up against him as best he could with her hands still bound. Still inside her, he moved a hand up to fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples, switching between her breasts at random.

His hips sped up, every thrust coaxing a new moan out of Nesta. He wanted to memorize all the sounds she made.

“Please, Cassian.” She gasped, already feeling another orgasm start to build in the pit of her stomach.

Cassian turned her head towards him and planted a surprisingly tender kiss to lips. He felt her smiling and he couldn’t help but smile against her lips, too.

Then the hand at her breasts moved to grip her throat, squeezing tightly until she choked and he lessened his grip a fraction. His other hand, the one wrapped around her waist moved down to rub furiously at her clit. Cassian kept his thrusts hard and fast. Just how she liked it.

Nesta let out a high-pitched squeal at all the sensations. Her mind was fuzzy from the pleasure—every single nerve ending was on fire from Cassian’s touches.

“Come for me, Sweetheart.” He murmured in her ear. That was all she needed, and she exploded. She screamed loudly, head thrown back onto his shoulder giving him perfect access to kiss and suck her neck, and her whole body shook from the reverberations of her release.

The feeling of her pussy clenching like a vice around his cock sent Cassian plowing into his own orgasm and he spilled inside her. She continued to shake as the aftershocks coursed through her body.

Cassian held her against him until they both recovered, hands running soothingly over her body. Then he slowly pulled out of her and she loosed a soft whine.

He chuckled but dug around his discarded pant’s pocket for the key to his handcuffs. He quickly unlocked them and winced at the bright red marks on Nesta’s wrists. She sighed in relief as the metal was removed and gently rubbed her sore wrists.

Instantly, all remaining lust faded away and Cassian was filled with guilt as he gently took Nesta’s wrists in his hands and kissed the tender flesh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”

Nesta cut him off, “Cassian, it’s okay.” She lifted his chin to meet her hazy, post-orgasm eyes, “I liked it, don’t worry.”

He just stared at her wrists, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the back seat of the car with her. She gently pushed him against the back and laid down next to him, grabbing the spare blanket tucked under the driver’s seat and tossed it over them.

Nesta ran reassuring hands over Cassian’s guilt-ridden face, as he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close to him. “Really, Cass. If you ever want to bring those home with you, feel free.”

At his raised brows she added, “The ones we already have don’t feel as authentic.”

He searched her face for any discomfort and finding none, laughed. He pulled her even closer and she sighed contentedly at his warmth as his arms tightened around her body.

“I’ll see what other toys I can bring home, too.”

She kissed his chest and he rested his chin on top of her head.

“Happy Anniversary, Babe,” Nesta whispered, smiling into his skin.

Cassian chuckled into her hair and pulled her tighter against him. “Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.”

*****

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Life As We Know It {Chapter 14}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >>@snelbz​

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Cassian was up far before Nesta, but that was to be expected.

He had worn her out, after all.

In all honesty, though, she had worn him out, too. And he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

It had taken him a while to fall asleep the night before, to fully digest everything that had happened between the two of them. He didn’t regret it, not for a second, but it was…strange. Nesta Archeron was the last woman he thought he’d find himself in such a situation with.

It had been a pleasant surprise, to say the least. Even when he had finally fallen asleep, it was all he dreamt about.

His hands on her body.

The little sounds that fell from her lips.

The feeling of his mouth against hers.

The feeling of being inside of her.

Dressing, he crept downstairs, not wanting to wake her, and made a pot of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen table, he ran a hand through his messy hair.

Cassian had no idea what was going to come this morning. Was she going to pretend it never happened? Was she going to be mad or say that it was a mistake?

He sure as hell hadn’t thought it was a mistake. He’d loved every minute of the night they’d shared, but he knew that a line had been crossed between them.

He was going to let her decide what would come next.

It wasn’t two minutes after Cassian pulled a pan of crispy bacon out of the oven, he heard a door open at the top of the stairs. He smirked, but felt a sense of dread as footsteps slowly descended towards the kitchen.

Nesta appeared, dressed in long-sleeved flannel pajamas. She stopped in the doorway and cleared her throat.

“I made breakfast,” Cassian said, gesturing to the display on the countertop.

“Thanks,” Nesta said, scratching the back of her head.

“Care to join me at the table?” he asked.

Nesta hesitated, then nodded. “Sure. Thanks.”

Cassian said nothing more as he made her a plate, then himself one, and carried them to the table. He was already popping a piece of bacon into his mouth when Nesta sat.

“So,” Cassian began. “How are you?”

“Good,” Nesta answered, a little too quickly. “You?”

“Good,” Cassian said, nodding.

Silence ensued.

They ate quietly. Cassian glanced at Nesta from time to time. Nesta did the same. Eventually, Cassian dropped his fork on his plate and ran a hand through his hair.

“Alright, this is ridiculous,” he said.

Nesta raised a brow. “What is?”

“This awkwardness,” Cassian said, laughing quietly. “I mean, we fucked, right?”

Nesta nearly choked on a piece of bacon. “We….”

“Had sex,” Cassian finished. “We did, and you know what? It was good. But when we went to bed, it was awkward. And this morning? Still awkward. Why is it awkward?”

“Because we had drunk sex,” she said, laughing, despite herself. “We got drunk and we hooked up, like horny teenagers and…” She shook her head, and looked up at him. And she burst out laughing.

“And we’re adults,” he said, laughing along with her. “We made that choice. I liked that choice. I’d make that choice again.”

Nesta’s laughter quieted. “I know. I don’t either, but…”

Cassian took a drink of his coffee, smirking. “Was it not the best sex of your life?”

Nesta began blushing, and she bit her lip as she moved the eggs around her plate. “I plead the fifth.”

“That’s a cop-out answer,” Cassian said, his mouth full.

Nesta laughed. “So what?”

Cassian’s grin said plenty. “Fair enough. I mean, it was a one time thing, right?”

“Right,” Nesta said, without any hesitation. “So, there’s no need to feel awkward, right?”

“Right,” Cassian agreed. “We were letting off some steam, some stress, and now we’re fine.”

“Exactly,” Nesta said, scooping up a mouthful of eggs.

That silence resumed.

A few minutes later, Nesta said, “It was pretty good, though.”

Cassian chuckled. “Oh, I know.”

She kicked his shin beneath the table.

His grin widened.

“What do you have going on today?” Cassian asked, at last.

“Work,” Nesta answered, simply. “You’ll pick Nyx up?”

“I will,” he promised.

“Great,” she said, taking a drink of her coffee. She glanced at the clock and jumped to her feet. “Shit, I need to go get ready.”

“Go,” he chuckled, shooing her off. “I’ll handle the kitchen.”

She glanced around at the room, which was still a wreck from the night before. Her bikini top was looped over one of the drawer pulls and she blushed.

She couldn’t believe it.

She had sex with Cassian, her sworn enemy for years.

And the most surprising thing of all? She had liked it.

A lot.

He hadn’t been lying when he said it would be the best sex of her life. There was no comparison, whatsoever.

Even waking up after a fantastic night of sleep, Nesta still felt amazing. She was relaxed, albeit a bit sore. Nearly giddy.

And all because of Cassian.

*

Since the accident, Nesta hadn’t spent nearly as much time at the restaurant as she usually did. And not nearly as often as she liked. Her staff had absolutely understood that she needed to get accustomed to her new life and how things worked, but as she hurried between the dining room and the kitchen, she couldn’t help but feel like she was in a bit over her head.

Granted, her mind kept trailing back to the activities she’d had the night before, which flustered her to no end every time she thought about them. She was staring at an open laptop in front of her, the PDF of the new menu staring back, when she heard a throat clearing from the doorway of her office.

She glanced up and found Helion standing there. He was her general manager and made sure everything ran smoothly when she wasn’t there, and he was a blessing in her life.

“What’s up?”

He looked around before slipping into the chair across the desk from her. “You going to tell me what’s got you spacing out so badly today that you mixed fresh salmon into the chicken salad base?”

Nesta cringed, but tried not to show it. “I wanted to try a new recipe. If it bombs, it bombs.”

Helion lifted a brow, not believing her lie for a second.

“What?” Nesta asked.

“Did the walk of shame this morning, did you?” He asked, a familiar mischievous glint in his eye.

Nesta hesitated. “Is it still a walk of shame if you never leave your house?”

Helion’s brows furrowed but then the dots connected. His mouth fell open as his eyes widened. “You fucked the hot uncle?”

Nesta groaned, her face falling into her hands.

Helion had no sympathy. He asked, “Is he the one that’s sitting at the bar asking for you?”

Nesta’s hands fell and she met Helion’s eye.

Helion shrugged. “Didn’t think I just came back here to chat, did you?”

“I…” Nesta was up before she could even think through what she might say to him, rounding her desk and hurrying towards the front of the restaurant.

She wasn’t sure if Cassian’s mid-day appearance was a good thing or not. On one hand, he may have stopped by with Nyx after picking him up from Elain’s. On the other, what if something was wrong? What if Nyx had had a bad night or something had happened? Her steps slowed and she paused before she left the kitchens, taking a deep breath.

Nothing was wrong. She wouldn’t accept any other answer. Tucking her loose hair behind an ear, she pushed through the door.

But she didn’t find Cassian sitting at the bar.

It was Balthazar, whose brown eyes she met and her smile faltered, but only a little. She had it back in place before he had time to notice.

“Figured out how I recognized you,” he said, as she approached from the other side of the bar.

“I see that,” she laughed, softly.

“Turns out I come here often,” he continued, his smile growing. “Turns out, so do you.”

“I would say I make an appearance here from time to time,” she agreed. “So, stop in for lunch?”

“I had the day off,” he explained, shrugging. “Errand day.”

She was just now noticing the designer sweatpants and hoodie he wore. His sneakers alone probably cost a couple hundred dollars.

Apparently the rumors were true…

Doctors made good money.

“And this was on your list?” Nesta asked.

Bal chuckled. “Well, last night I got to thinking that I’ve seen you here once or twice. It just clicked. So, I googled the restaurant, and, believe it or not, the owner’s picture is on the website.”

“Huh,” Nesta chimed. “Funny.”

“Mhmm,” Balthazar crooned. “I thought so. So, I thought I’d come visit and, yeah, maybe stay for lunch.”

“Well, lucky for you, the lunch special of the day is the prime dip, and I must say that it’s absolutely delicious,” Nesta said.

He closed the menu on the bar top in front of him. “Sounds perfect.”

“Give me just a minute to get that for you, and I’ll be right back. Can I get you something to drink?” She asked, sliding the menu below the bar.

“Drink drink or just to drink?” He asked and his smile did strange things to her stomach.

“Oh, I don’t have a liquor license,” she said, scrunching her nose. Too many hoops to jump through, but she would have loved to serve wine with her food. The pairings she would come up with were tempting. “Water, your everyday sodas, and homemade fruit teas.”

“Fruit tea, huh?” He tapped a contemplative finger against his chin.

She couldn’t have stopped the grin if she tried. “Has that piqued your interest?”

“Depends on what flavors you have,” he said, folding his arms across the bar. “I’m very choosy about my fruit tea.”

She laughed, quietly. “Mango, raspberry, strawberry, and passion fruit.”

“Passion fruit,” he repeated. “I like the sound of that.”

“Okay,” Nesta said, quietly with a little smile she couldn’t stop, and hurried back to the kitchen.

Helion was waiting for her behind the swinging door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Not him,” Nesta said, sweeping past him.

“Still handsome!” Helion called after her.

Nesta ignored him, not wanting to give him too much information on her current man-drama, even though she could tell he was far too invested in her private life.

After putting his order in, Nesta was heading back into her office and shutting herself inside, if only to shut out Helion.

When she had rounded the corner and saw it wasn’t Cassian, there was the tiniest bit of disappointment that she had to quickly push away. Then again, it also meant that everything had apparently gone okay with Nyx, which Nesta was happy about.

She and Cassian had been a one time thing.

Yes, they had called a truce, but it didn’t mean anything more than them being civil with one another. It meant co-parenting. Maybe even one day becoming something that resembled friends…but nothing more.

She tried to focus on the proof of the menu she was editing, tried to pay attention to the descriptions she typed out and the pictures she selected as focal points. But after she ended up choosing the wrong picture three times in a row, she closed her laptop and sighed, letting her face fall into her hands. She was distracted and she genuinely couldn’t tell if it was due to the man sitting out at the bar or if it was thanks to the one at home.

Balthazar’s order was up, and Nesta was delighted to find that someone, most likely Helion, had brought him his tea. When she set his plate down in front of him, his tongue swept across his bottom lip, and Nesta couldn’t help but notice.

“This looks amazing,” he said.

“And your tea?” Nesta asked.

“Pretty good,” he grinned.

Damn his smile. Every time he smiled, Nesta couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, it was great seeing you,” Nesta said, and she meant it. “I should get back to work, though, I’m pretty booked.”

“Of course,” he said, understandingly. “I get it. I did want to ask you, though, if you were free on Saturday night?”

It was only a few nights away, and at first, Nesta hesitated, but then she thought it was ridiculous that she was hesitating, so she said, “Yeah, I’m free.”

“Good,” Bal said, cocking his head to the side. “How about that date, then?”

“I’ll have to check with Cassian,” she said, and when his eyebrows raised, she added hastily, “To make sure he doesn’t already have plans. It’s- We alternate who gets weekends off, and I made a deal with him last weekend.”

Balthazar nodded, and he took another sip of his tea. “Well, then you just let me know if Saturday will work and if not, we’ll figure out another day.”

She smiled and nodded. “Okay.” Nesta turned and was almost back to the door leading to the kitchen when she turned and said, “Lunch is on me today, by the way.”

His own smile was dazzling when he said, “My compliments to the chef.”

With a shy wave, though Nesta wasn’t sure she had a timid bone in her body, she was through the door and headed back to her office. Helion was on her heels a second later, trailing her through the doorway.

“One minute, you’re banging the hot uncle and the next, a Greek god asks you out on a date?” He said, his brows flicking up. “You apparently have fate on speed dial and I need you to give me her number.”

“Shut up,” she groaned, collapsing into her chair. “Don’t you have orders to help cook?”

He hummed quietly as he left her to her thoughts, but did as she said, finding his way back onto the grill line.

Nesta glanced over at the clock. Only two in the afternoon. It was going to be a long day.

*

Nyx blew a raspberry, landing a spray of sweet potato directly on Cassian’s face. His body stilled, but when Nyx started giggling, Cassian’s body quickly relaxed.

“Very funny,” he said, ruffling Nyx’s hair as he stood and went to the sink. After tearing a paper-towel off the roll, he held it under the faucet and wiped off his face.

The front door opened and closed.

“Hello?” Nesta called.

“Kitchen!” Cassian replied. “Nyx is making a mess!”

Nesta was in the kitchen in no time, hurrying to Nyx and kissing his chubby cheeks. “Hi, my love. I missed you. Yes, I did.”

Nyx babbled incoherently in response.

“How was your day?” Cassian asked, wiping off the last bit of potato from his eyebrow.

“Long,” she admitted. “Right before I was about to leave, a shipment of fresh ingredients came in that I needed to get stocked and inventoried.” She dumped a few of the strawberry-banana puffs into her hand and popped one of them into her mouth. “If I have to count another head of lettuce today, my head might explode.”

“Well, fortunately,” Cassian chuckled. “There are no heads of lettuce here for you to count.”

“Have you eaten yet?” She asked, heading for the fridge. “I’m starving.”

“There’s pizza on the way,” he said, attempting to get another spoonful of sweet potatoes into Nyx’s mouth. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be home, or if you’d feel like cooking.”

“You’re a blessing,” she sighed, and sat down at the kitchen table. She watched as Nyx continued to spray food into his face and chuckled quietly. “You want me to take over?”

“Nah,” he said, leaving the splattered sweet potato where it stuck to his face. “No need for both of us to get covered.”

“How gallant of you,” Nesta chuckled, opening the fridge and pulling out a can of Coca-Cola. She rarely did caffeine, but after the day she had, it was necessary. “I, um, did have a question for you.”

Cassian looked over his shoulder, brow raised.

Nesta couldn’t help but smile at the specks of sweet potato that covered his face.

“I was wondering if I could go out Saturday night,” Nesta said. “I mean, I know last weekend I went out, and I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness-.”

“With the doctor?” Cassian interrupted. His tone wasn’t hard, but it did seem uncertain, or another emotion that Nesta couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” Nesta began, cracking open her can. “He came by the restaurant today and asked me to dinner on Saturday night. I told him I’d have to talk to you about it first, since I said I’d have Nyx.”

“I see,” Cassian said, turning back to Nyx.

“If it’s an issue, if you have plans, I don’t mind telling him no-.”

“You should go,” Cassian said, shrugging. “I have no plans. I can stay here.”

She blinked, watching him. “You’re sure?”

“You sound like you don’t want me to be sure,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Are you looking for a reason to say no?”

“No,” she replied, quickly. “It’s just… After last night-.”

“We hooked up,” he shrugged. “We blew off some steam, in a very physical way. But that was that, and, like we said this morning, it was a one time thing, yeah?” She nodded. “Alright, then if you want to say yes, say yes. I can watch Nyx.”

She hesitated for a second, but her smile grew. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, and gave her a smile of his own. “Go relax for a bit, I’ll let you know when the pizza is here.”

She nodded and was about to head up the stairs, but she turned around, wiping the smeared baby food off his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, Cass.”

He mumbled something and waved her off, and she grabbed her phone from her purse before she hurried up to her room.

After changing out of her work clothes and into something far more comfier, she fell back on her bed and unlocked her phone.

Balthazar’s messages were soon pulled up, and Nesta was sending him a text.

Saturday sounds great. Pick me up at 7?

She didn’t wait for his response before tossing her phone aside and going through her nightly routine. She figured she would eat and call it a day.

She was beat.

After washing her face and pulling up her hair, Nesta walked back into her room just as her phone lit up on top of her comforter.

Balthazar.

I won’t be a second late.

[fallensimeon]

Take Me For A Ride (NSFW 18+)

A spicy F!MC x Mammon smut mixed with a little angst and fluff, my first time trying out writing! Don’t judge too harshly, I tried my best y’know!

Topic warnings: F!MC, angst, smut, fluff, intercourse, car sex, fellatio, rough play (nearly BDSM-ish), biting, blood, curse words, yelling, dirty talking. Read at your own risk! 

Words: 5,419

Y/N has enough of the brothers attacking Mammon, and comforts him when he needs her the most. One thing leads to another, and, well... let’s just say they go for the ride of a lifetime.

18+! MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!

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It was a gloomy day down in the Devildom, just one of those days where tensions were high in the House of Lamentation. You were in your room, having just completed your homework so you began studying for a test coming up in the next few days. You had a good feeling you were going to ace it, so you began to organize your books and papers and stash them away in your bag.

You were tired. You had felt overworked as of late, always having work to do, or having one of the brothers drag you into one of their troubles as usual. But today? Nobody had reached out. Everyone had seemed so distant from one another. That wasn’t normal, it was always loud in the house no matter where you went. The fact that it was so quiet for once was shocking.

You finished packing up your school supplies and leaned your backpack against your desk in your room. You just wanted to relax, so you decided to ease your chest and arms comfortably onto your desk and scroll through Devilgram for a while. Looking through the brothers’ profiles always put a smile on your face, because they sometimes posted the most hilarious pictures. However, you found yourself on Mammon’s profile for the longest. 

He was a model, of course he was stunning. Perfectly-tanned skin, luscious snow white locks gracing his head, the most beautiful blue eyes that almost glowed gold. You could never tell him how you really felt, he would just push you away. Plus, there was probably some model out there who was after him already anyways. Why would Mammon want to be with some weak human?

You jumped slightly as a text notification popped up on your screen.

“Dinner is ready, please make your way to the dining hall. You wouldn’t want Beel to get to your plate first,” Lucifer sent. You chuckled and began to make your way down to have dinner. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be as awkward as it was earlier that day.

You make it down to the dining hall, not a single of the brothers making eye contact with you. You froze in your tracks. You can’t lie, that hurt a little bit, you figured at least one of them might greet you.

♡

“Good to see you, Y/N. Come, take a seat. I know you have been working hard up there, you need to eat well,” Lucifer stated, a slight smile on his face. He was glad that at least one of you was focused on your studies that day.

You smiled, finally someone broke the awkward silence. “Thank you Lucifer.”

You made your way around the long table to find an open seat. Your heart fluttered as you walked your way past Mammon, smelling the arousing scent of his cologne waft past your face. You smiled and let out a low but happy sigh, and he looked up for just a second having heard you, a light blush on his face. “Y’know I don’t bite, you can come sit next to me human,” Mammon said lightly, making eye contact with you for the first time that day.

You felt a shudder run down your spine. His voice is so alluring, you could listen to it all day every day. A blush forms on your cheeks as you take a seat next to him.

Everyone around you is surprisingly in their own conversations with one another, which is pretty odd after earlier. Although, you were happy to hear the voices of all of your favorite people around the room. You couldn’t dare to complain, it was nice seeing everyone let go of the awkward tension that had previously filled the House of Lamentation. This, however, was short-lived.

You were almost done with your dinner, only a few forkfuls left, when you heard an argument start. “Oh great, here we go again,” you thought to yourself as you looked up to see Lucifer standing up behind Mammon. You didn’t have a good feeling about this.

“You worthless scumbag, what did you do with my new Ruri-chan figure?!” Levi yelled, close enough to Mammon’s face to spit on him whilst speaking.

“My new perfume went missing too, I bet it had something to do with that idiot,” Asmo shouted across the table at him, a sour glare on his face.

“Come to think of it, my new mystery novel went missing last night, I was going to read it but I couldn’t find it,” Satan added to the fire.

The twins began to spew on about how much of a moron Mammon was, him having done nothing to either of them. Lucifer began to holler at Mammon about every little thing he finds wrong when you realize that was the last straw. You weren’t going to sit there and let everyone torment the demon that meant most to you. You looked over at Mammon, trembling in his seat, trying to hold back tears as his brothers kept pushing him further and further over the edge. He looked like he could break at any second. You know for a fact he didn’t take anyone’s things, he was with you all day yesterday. It couldn’t have been him.

“KNOCK IT OFF, ALL OF YOU! BACK OFF! I THINK HE’S HAD ENOUGH ALREADY!” you shouted at the top of your lungs. The boys all froze in shock and fear, never expecting that out of you. Tears began to stream down your face. You never thought you would see the day that you would have to break up an argument, especially when the only people Mammon trusted were his brothers. Seeing them all treat him like shit made you angry  and upset.

“Y/N...” Lucifer sighed and began to speak, but you weren’t going to give him the chance to continue.

“C’mon Mammon, you don’t deserve this, let’s get out of here,” you gently took hold of Mammon’s hand and dragged him away from the table towards his bedroom. The dining hall fell completely silent once again.

♡

You make it all the way to Mammon’s bedroom door when he stops you in your tracks, pulling your arm back towards him lightly. You turn around to see his cheeks burning red, the tears that formed earlier finally starting to come down his face. He looked somewhat relieved, somewhat embarrassed at the same time. He just barely lifted his head to look you in the eyes.

“You didn’t have to go and do that for me human, ya know I can’t handle m’self, right? I-I just needed to think of what t’say...” he said softly, not enough confidence in his voice for you to believe it for a second.

He was shaking, more so than when he usually gets yelled at. You gently let go of his hand and lifted your hand to cup his right cheek, brushing away his tears with your thumb. He felt so warm.

“Mammoney, I wasn’t just going to sit there and let them stomp all over you like that. They have NO evidence to prove that you took anything from them, but they kept going anyway. I’m so sick of their bullshit, watch them find all of their things that they misplaced themselves. I hope they hate themselves for treating you like that.” You loosened your hand from his cheek and tucked your body against his, arms wrapped around his warm shoulders, bringing him in for a cozy embrace.

This broke him. He leaned into your embrace, the tears streaming down his face as he sobbed into the crook of your neck. The two of you stood in a hug for at least 2 minutes straight, neither of you daring to break away. It just felt so nice, you never wanted to let go.

“Th-thank you Y/N, I’m glad you trust me enough t’know I wouldn’t steal their boring stuff. Why would I need Asmo’s perfume, let alone Satan’s book? Y’know, I-I wonder if they think before they point f-fingers like that. C’mon human, let’s get inside, I just w-wanna relax.” Mammon explains with the slightest blushy grin on his face. He opens the door to let you in first, and closes it behind him.

You had never been in Mammon’s room before, he’s never let you in before now. Your eyes scanned around the room, in awe of how cozy it was. His plush leather sofa and a mahogany wood pool table beside it, bottles of alcohol and a few grimm strewn across it. He has a projector rather than a television, two speakers beside the coffee table below it. He has an open concept closet, adorned with studio lights, and his bed pressed flush on the other side of the wall. His room has two floors, the only things up there being his entryway door... and a car? How did he get this in here? What kind of car was it? How interesting. Rather than walking down the stairs as Mammon was expecting you to do, you made your way towards his car and leaned against the hood.

“Is this your car? It’s so amazing! I can’t imagine how much money you must have put into this beauty,” you exclaimed, being somewhat an admirer of cars, having been raised by your father who’s life revolves around them. You grazed your hand over the headlights and the grill along the front, a glint in your eyes from the spotlights shining down on you and the car.

Mammon was standing next to the door, choked up to say the very least. He was blushing furiously, gripping into his lush white hair with his hand, head tilted down and giggling. “Y’mean my Demonia? It’s nothing really, Lucifer helped me get it a while back once I got my license. Pretty cool right? Of course the Great Mammon is cool!” he chuckled, barely able to keep eye contact with you. The truth was, the car meant a lot to him and it did cost a lot, but he couldn’t focus on that right now. He was too busy staring you down, lights glistening against your soft skin, looking oh-so-hot leaned up against his car like that. Little did you know you were his treasure, he admired you every second he got, whether you realized it or not. He began to walk over to you, leaning next to you on the hood, resting his hand softly against yours, interlocking fingers with you.

Needless to say, you were surprised. You jumped slightly at his touch, hesitant to move. You returned the favor regardless, locking your fingers between his, the warmth of his body flushing through your veins, instantly calming you. He means everything to you, and now this? How can you not tell him how you feel now? This was the best opportunity you could get your hands on. You let go of his hand and made your way off of the hood of the car, locked his bedroom door, dimmed his lights slightly, and made your way back over to him. You inched closer to him, barely hugging distance away.

He was looking up at you softly, still blushing. He was shaking a little bit, but you were too, of course. Now was your chance. It was now or never. Either you tell him how you feel now, or hold it in and never find out if your feelings are reciprocated. Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest, but you couldn’t hold back any longer.

♡

“Mammon, you know I care about you... more than myself sometimes, if I’m being honest. Any time I see you enter the room or my eyes meet up with you, I get tons of butterflies inside. You make me feel like I’m not just some useless human that nobody likes. You make me feel special, and I just want you to know that... I love you. I’m in love with you...” you paused, too nervous to continue.

Mammon.exe has stopped working. You... love HIM? The moron, the idiot, the scumbag? You deserve better, but he can’t deny how he really feels. His brothers aren’t anywhere around, so now’s his chance.

“I-human I... I love you too. Y’mean everything to me. I can’t stand seeing my brothers eyeing you up and taking all of my time with ya away from me. You’re MY human... my... my treasure. You deserve better than me, I’m just some lousy good-for-nothi-” he couldn’t speak anymore. You held him by his cheeks and pulled his face to yours, kissing him on his lips. The first tender moment shared between the two of you, your first kiss. He sits still for a moment before realizing what’s happening, leaning into your kiss and holding you by your waist. Your chests graze against one another as the kiss turns more passionate. Mammon slides his tongue against your lips asking for permission before you slide your tongue in between his. You felt higher than a kite at that moment, the butterflies seemingly flying out through the top of your head.

Before long, you were straddling his lap on the hood of his car, breathing into his neck as he planted kisses along your collarbone, nibbling at you and caressing your lower back. You both pulled away from each other to look into each others’ eyes.

“So this is really happening huh?” you blush and look down, feeling a tad bit shy. Mammon brings his hand up to your cheek, some of his fingers lacing into your hair. “We don’t have to do anything ya don’t wanna do, but first...” he places his hands lovingly on your hips and looks into your eyes. “I want you to be mine and only mine, ya hear? No mackin’ on my brothers or anythin’... you’re MY treasure. Well, if you’ll let me have ya...” he starts blushing too, barely able to keep his eyes on you. The words you have been waiting to hear, that you’re HIS and only his... it makes you melt. You hold onto his hips, and lean in to whisper into his ear. “Of course I’m yours, and only yours. You can have all of me if you want it, and I mean ALL of me...” you whisper and nibble on his earlobe, a smirk forming across your face.

He can’t hold back anymore. He slams his mouth against yours in the most passionate kiss, moaning against your lips and pulling you in closer, pressing you against his chest. His hands start to slip under your shirt, making their way up your bare back until he reaches about midway. He looks at you as if he’s asking permission, to which you respond by grazing your hands over his upper thighs. You lean in once again to whisper sensually, “So have you ever done it in your car?”

♡

His excitement cannot be contained, his body heats up hotter as the bulge in his pants grows harder. Without another word, Mammon scoots off of the car, grabbing you underneath your thighs and carrying you into the backseat of his car, placing you gently while he pushes the seats back and reclining them back further. The open space has grown larger. He climbs his way into the car and shuts the door behind him, hovering over you.

He doesn’t waste any time before he starts to undress you. He slips your uniform jacket off followed by your tank top, revealing your black lace bralette. You whisper in his ear “You like that? I bet you’ll like it more when you see the panties I have to match.”

You set off a fire in his chest, a low growl seeping out from his throat. He sheds his uniform jacket and tears off his undershirt, a huge ripping noise emerging, making you increasingly wet as the tension increases. His bare chest is a glorious sight to behold... so sexy and strong, so protective.

He pushes you back against the seat and makes room to slide off your uniform pants, whilst you slide your shoes off and kick them into the passenger seat beside you. He makes his way down to your feet, carefully sliding off your socks which he notices have a grimm pattern on them, and slyly smirks. His eyes scan your exposed skin from your head to your toes and back up, revving him up even more.

♡

He begins to kiss you from your feet, up your calves and your thighs, until he reaches your inner thighs. Your black lace panties meet his face, becoming more and more flushed. He slides his hands up to the waistband and toys with the lace, planting his face against the fabric. That smell... the smell of arousal... it’s so strong. He could only imagine how wet you are for him. He looks up at you and you nod, giving permission to continue.

Mammon growls and grabs your waistband with his teeth, the sound of tearing lace floods the car. You moan in response, wishing you could hear him like this all the time. Your hands reach down to your now exposed heat and stroke the lips, shining from how slick he made you. Mammon’s eyes start shining, staring down as if he’s a predator who’s just hunted down his prey. He licks his lips and flashes his teeth, slight fangs showing. You spread your lips for him and make your legs more comfortable, inviting him to take a taste.

“Mn... you’re so perfect Y/N, so wet for me, I can almost taste it,” he leans down and begins lapping his tongue at your clit. Shudders run up and down your spine from the senastion, bringing out a sensual moan from your chest, back arching. Mammon grips onto your thighs and holds them open. He drags his tongue up and down your opening, sliding it inside of you. He moans into you, admiring how you taste, your flavor. He makes his way back up to your clit, the tip of his tongue dancing around it. He looks up and you and smirks, sliding two fingers inside of you, pulsing them in and out at a steady pace, curling his fingertips from time to time. You can’t help but let out a moan, never having felt so stimulated and so turned-on before.

“M-Mammon... p-p-please... k-keep going b-baby...” you moaned out as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. Did you just call him your baby? Oh, he heard that. He wants to hear it again. He pulses his fingers inside you faster and faster, sucking on your clit, giving you no mercy. The heat inside of you is unbearable. You begin to buck your hips against his face and grab him by the hair, pushing him against your heat, your other hand gripping tightly against the leather seat below you,

It was taking everything Mammon had to not whip himself out and slam himself into you, but he had to make himself more comfortable. As he continued, he used his left hand to undo his pants, releasing his bulge hidden by his boxers. He was only getting harder as you moaned his name again and again.

“I’m... I’m gonna.. gaaaAAAHH!” you moaned out as you reached your orgasm, letting your grip loose from his hair as your body let go of the tension. Mammon laps his tongue down to clean up the mess you made. He gathers some on his tongue, looking up to you with his tongue sticking out, when he suddenly takes it into his mouth and swallows you.

He notices the flaming blush that adorns your cheeks. He brings himself up, sitting on your thighs, his bulge prominent. You stare down his body, glazed in sweat, realizing he lapsed into his demon form as you came down from your orgasm. His horns were shining, wings folded against his back as the car wasn’t a big enough space to let them free. You were positioned on the driver’s side back passenger’s seat, so you decided to slide into the center seat. You reach your hands to touch Mammon’s back, stroking his wings ever so gently. He moans in response, realizing he’s sensitive there. You begin to help guide them open as he leans into you. They fly open and block the whole view out of the windshield, darkening the space between you.

♡

Your hands come down to meet his waistband, tugging on it carefully. You look up into Mammon’s eyes, he can see the desire written over your face. He makes his bulge dance in response, prompting you to go for it. You drag down his boxers and out springs his length, glistening from his precum. It looks so tasty. You lean back in your seat to where you are practically laying down, gripping behind his thighs and urging him to come forward. He was on his knees, his length shadowing over your chest, his tip just barely against your lips. You hold yourself up by your elbows, turning up to him, teasing him “I bet you want your cock in my mouth, don’t you Mammon? You want to see your fragile human squirm under you, taking all of you inside of them?”

Oh, you did it now. His claws getting ever so longer as a growl comes from deep in his chest. “If you want it, show me just how badly,” your last words as he gripped your hair and pushed your mouth around his length, letting out a choke. He moaned in pleasure as he felt himself at the back of your throat, vibrations coming from you barely fitting him inside you. Mammon begins thrusting his hips back and forth, you sucking up on his length oh-so-perfectly. The smell of arousal and the sound of moans fill the car, enveloping both of you. All either of you can feel is bliss. He breaks the silence. 

“Y-Y/N... y-you’re so warm, ya s-suck me off so well, k-keep going, I’m getting close-” He can’t speak anymore, feeling the surge of pleasure rush up through his thighs as you swirl your tongue around him, bringing him to the edge. You pull your mouth off of his length and put his hand around it, urging him to get himself off. “I would love if the Great Mammon would cum for me, I want to feel it all over my face, I want you to make me yours, show me who owns me,” you moan up at him, pulling down your bra to release your warm breasts, toying with them to tease him.

“Oh f-fuck, y-you’re all mine, my treasure, my b-baby, I’m.. I’m...” he groans out, and he’s pushed over the edge. He bucks forward, letting out a deep deep growl, moaning your name and climaxing all over your face and your chest, his cum hot against your skin. He looks down at you taking his load and lets out another groan, watching as you lap it up with your fingertips, eventually licking them clean.

♡

He pushes you down against the leather seats, his length rubbing against your throbbing heat, aching for you. You let out a squeal from your sensitivity, your chest arching up towards him. You reach your hands down to try to push him into you but he stops you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them down above your head. He pushes his lips firmly against yours, exploring your mouth with his tongue. Your chests are touching, he’s just about burning you with the heat radiating from his body.

He pulls away from your face and looks down to you, it looks like he wants to say something. He looks... nervous? After all of that?

“Mammon, are you okay?” you asked gently, turning your head slightly, a smile on your face. “Y-yeah, I just don’t wanna hurt ya. I tried to open ya up for me but what if it’s too much for your human body to handle?” he sighs and stares away for a moment. He loosens the grip on your wrists and you cup both of his cheeks, whispering up at him softly, “I trust you with my life, Mammon. I feel so safe with you, you’re my protector. The Great Mammon. I promise if it’s too much I’ll tell you right away. It’s okay baby.”

He nods and smiles with a blush in response, he couldn’t be happier to hear you say those words to him, as unexpected as they are.

You spread open your legs for him, situating your body in a more comfortable spot, preparing for the time of your life. You lift yourself up with your hands and whisper into his ear, “Take me for a ride, won’t you?”

♡

He growls and stretches his arms and his back, preparing himself. You want a ride? A ride is what you’re gonna get, and it’s gonna be a bumpy one.

He picks up your bottom half by your thighs, dragging you towards him, putting you in the perfect position. He takes hold of his length and lines himself up with your opening, rubbing his tip up and down your heat. You squirm under him, pleading with him in your head, dying for him to give you what you’ve only dreamed of for nearly a year now. He hears you struggling and lets out a low chuckle, a bit evil. He likes to see you all worked up for him, there’s nothing better, honestly.

He begins sliding his length inside of you, the heat from within immediately making him jolt. He can’t help the arousal from feeling you around him, squeezing him tight. You let out a small whimper and look up to him, concern suddenly written all over his face.

Your wrists had been freed a while ago so you take this opportunity to grab onto his soft bottom, pushing him further into you, moaning right in his ear. It hurts... it hurts so good. He’s so big compared to you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he hits the deepest parts of you. You must have awakened something in him, the look in his eyes giving him an almost primal vibe. He leans down and whispers into your ear along with a growl “That’s a good human, take all of me inside of ya, scream my name, ‘m gonna fuck you so hard ya won’t walk for a week...”

He thrusts in and out of you at a fast pace, hitting your core over and over again. You’re both moaning and groaning into each others’ ears. Mammon grips hard onto the headrests of the seats, pounding into you like it’s his last day to live. Your hands grasping at his shoulders, you can’t help but claw your nails down, leaving red scratches all over his back. He almost hisses in response, causing you to moan out louder. He takes his right hand and brings it to your throat, silencing you. Your eyes roll back into your head once again, your back arching and your hands gripping tight against the leather seats, nearly ripping them open.

♡

His thrusts speed up, bringing you closer and closer to the biggest orgasm of your life. Mammon's hand around your throat, you try to let out a sentence, “Mammoney baby, I’m gonna c-cum for you, p-please, d-don’t hold back,” you managed to say. His face goes beat red and wings flutter behind him. 

You stroke his horns atop his head, barely letting out one last sentence. “F-fill me up with your cum, m-mark your t-territory, I’m a-all yours-” your sentence is cut off as your orgasm takes over your body, Mammon releasing your throat, you proceeding to scream his name in pleasure as you gripped his length inside of you, trying to juice him.

He pounds his length into you faster and faster, bringing himself to the edge of his climax. He can’t hold back, can’t speak. He brings his head down to bite your neck, leaving teeth marks and a little bit of blood afterwards, marking you as his. He sucks on his marking and groans out loudly in pleasure, unable to contain himself any longer. You can feel his length twitch as he fills you up inside, heating the inner walls of your core, giving you the most butterflies you’ve ever had.

♡

You both look down and giggle along with deep breaths, you did a number to the seats of his car. You look at him in worry as he sees the condition of the leather. He notices that you look scared so he holds you tight to him, body-to-body warmth between you.

“I can already tell what you’re ‘bout to say, and it’s alright. Y’mean more to me than some leather seats. Now I can look at my seats ‘n remember my first time with ya, amirite?” he says with a smile, placing the most gentle of kisses on your lips, glazed with sweat.

You go to try to stand up to get out of the car but your body is beyond it’s limits. Mammon notices you struggling to get up and chuckles. “I told ya you wouldn’t be able t’walk for a while.”

♡

He pulls his boxers back on and picks you up bridal style out of the car seat, carrying you down the stairs and onto his bed gently. He remembers tearing up your underwear so he dashes to his closet, finding one of his favorite t-shirts and a pair of pajama pants and swiftly bringing them over to the bed.

“Put these on, we don’t need ya walking out with stains on your uniform and no underwear,” he explains with a giggle. He looked up at you to see you looking sad. “What’sa matter treasure?”

“Well, I was hoping... maybe... that I could stay with you for the night?” you ask, nervously waiting for a response. Mammon helps you take off your bralette and get dressed in his comfy clothes, and cups your cheek, looking into your eyes.

“Of course y’can stay with me, you’re my human! My treasure! Who wouldn’t wanna stay with the Great Mammon anyway?” he smirks and chuckles, you smacking his chest in return.

He crawls up into the bed with you, laying you next to him and pulling your back into his chest. He covers you both with his bedspread and begins rubbing your arms, resting his cheek against your ear. He had never felt this way before. He really fell for a human. Does he regret it? Not at all, he wouldn’t have it any other way. The only problem now? Now he feels like he has to protect you forever, all the time. He loves you too much to ever see you get hurt.

“S-so... does this mean... y-you’re my girlfriend?” Mammon let out shyly, almost expecting you to say something negative or reject him.

You turn back to face him, your arm around his waist. You smile up at him, “I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend... your treasure.” You plant the lightest kiss on his forehead and turn back around as he begins to spoon you again. Within the next few minutes, you fell asleep in his arms, not a care in the world, no thoughts besides the thought of being his treasure forever.

♡

The brothers felt bad about what happened earlier and were worried about Mammon’s well-being. Lucifer approached his door with the brothers, quickly realizing it’s locked. He took his master keys out of his coat pocket and unlocked Mammon’s door. He took a few steps in and froze in place. His brothers glanced with him over his shoulder to see Mammon with his arms around you, protecting you, sleeping next to you.

They all couldn’t bring themselves to make a sound. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Y/N... and Mammon?

“It’s about time he told her how he felt!” Asmo shouted as the brothers all shushed him, not wanting to wake the two of you.

“We can talk to him in the morning, let him have peace for once today. I can only imagine Y/N needs rest as well,” Lucifer explained.

Lucifer and the brothers turned around and Lucifer locked the door behind him, a cheeky smirk on his face. He was proud of his brother for finally being honest with himself and taking pride in what he wanted. Would he ever let Mammon know that? Oh, hell no.

♡

I’ve wanted to see a fic about this ever since I fell in love with Mammon and saw his room, so I wrote it!

 I’m only comfortable with F!MC writing since I’ve never familiarized myself with GN!MC or M!MC. My apologies!

I do NOT give permission to post this anywhere else. I also have this posted on Wattpad, my username is daradoodlebug. If you like my work, please feel free to like, comment, follow, share, or REBLOG. Thank you for taking the time to read my first piece!

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Dad of Destruction

requested by anon - thanks for the super fun request! I hope you enjoy :) (a picture of your request is at the bottom of the one shot)

Premise: You love Namjoon with all your heart, and you’re so happy that together, you get to raise this child. However, you also want that child to make it to adulthood in one piece, and Namjoon has a startling talent for breaking things. Mama bear mode = ON.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none, but I’m so soft for this concept

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You’d heard plenty of people joking about how much of a mama bear you’d be once the little one came along, you just never realized that they were right.

Sitting up in the hospital bed with the smallest, most beautiful bundle of joy wrapped up in your arms, you can almost feel this new side of you sliding into place. 

“I won’t let anything hurt you. Ever.” You mumble the words out with tired but glowing eyes. Namjoon grunts in agreement from where he stands beside the bed, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of his newborn daughter.

Giving him a soft smile, you can’t help but feel like you’re floating above the clouds with the way your daughter yawns in your arms, completely unaware of the world she’s just been born into. 

Namjoon brushes your hair back behind your ear. “You must be exhausted,” he observes. You make a noise that resembles a yes. “Here, let me take her. You rest.”

Suddenly you’re wide awake. “N-no, it’s fine, Joon. I’ll hold her. I’m not that tired.”

“You sure?” There’s a small flash of concern in Namjoon’s eyes, but he knows to just let you have your way for now. After all, you did just go through a grueling delivery. 

“Positive.”

~~~~

You can only get away with it for so long. 

You manage to stay another night at the hospital, with Namjoon only ever holding Lily - that’s what you and Namjoon decided to name her - when you are in the room.

Preferably within arm’s length. 

It’s not that you don’t trust Namjoon...

It’s just that you don’t overly trust him. Especially as you were reminded of his destruction abilities this morning when he very nearly broke the carseat as he attempted to get it set up in the back. With every crack and curse that he quietly spit out at the infernal device, you held Lily a little closer to your chest. 

Winking down at the newborn, you faked a confident smile. “Daddy’s got it, don’t worry. We’ll get you home in one piece.”

Of course, you drove home. Namjoon tried to protest (he’d gotten his driver’s license six months ago purely for the ability to be able to drive his child around) but one look from you had him chewing on his lip while sheepishly sliding into the passenger seat. 

The next few days comprised of a few small gatherings where the boys came bearing a ridiculous amount of gifts and even more ridiculous smiles once they spotted Lily. Everyone commented on her beautiful eyelashes, and argued over who she resembled more. 

You secretly hoped she’d take after Namjoon’s side. If you were being honest, she already had little dragon eyes that resembled her father. It made your heart melt. 

Your heart positively stopped beating altogether anytime Namjoon wanted to cradle Lily in his arms to show her to Jin or Tae. 

Everyone noticed, and laughed. Your tense shoulders and unblinking eyes as you tracked Namjoon’s every movement had the boys in tears as they guffawed over your actions. Namjoon blushed, settling Lily in Tae’s eager arms. 

It got worse once Namjoon realized that you relaxed once your daughter was in Tae’s arms. 

Or Jin’s.

Or even your nosy neighbor’s, who had come prying not long after the boys had left. 

It had been endearing to see you all protective before, but now it was offensive. Because you were trying to protect your daughter from him.

If Namjoon was being completely honest, he still didn’t quite trust himself to not mess anything up. But he’d at least like a vote of faith on your part. 

So a couple of weeks later as the two of you sat across from each other at the dinner table, he wasn’t quite sure how to bring it up with you.

Your shoulders were slumped, your eyes drifting shut as you picked at your food. Namjoon watched, waiting to see if you were about to pass out in your dinner. When you didn’t, he decided it’d probably be nice to make some small talk.

“I can’t believe I have to head back into work tomorrow,” he sighed. Bighit had given him two weeks off to spend with you and Lily, and it was safe to say that he’d loved every moment of it. But it was time for him to head back into work. 

You frowned at him over the table, and the part of him that was sad about having to return to work only doubled in size at the expression on your face.

“It’s gone by so fast,” you muttered. “Can’t we pull just one more week? I’m going to miss having you around all day.” A part of you also wondered what it would be like to feel like you could take a nap without keeping one eye open in case of an emergency. 

Lily could handle herself, it was Namjoon that always kept you in high alert. 

Not that you’d ever admit that to him.

Namjoon smiled softly, and you noticed just how exhausted he looked as well. Through and through, you two were equals. “I’m going to miss you guys.”

Plural. A thrill races through your body at the plural form of his words, reminding you that together, you’ve created a little family. 

Pushing back in his chair, Namjoon looks contemplative. “You know, I bet I could take Lily with me to work sometimes. On the days where I’m just working in the studio. She’s young enough that I could just set up the little newborn swing and let her nap while I work. The boys would love that, too. And you could...I don’t know, take a nap?” He laughs a little, oblivious to how pale your face has gone at the notion of him taking Lily alone to work. “We’d be fine, I think. I’d take the diaper bag, and there’s a bathroom just down the hallway-”

The images of everything that could possible go wrong - one of them being an entire speaker being knocked off the table by your clumsy husband only to land on your helpless daughter - is enough to have you shooting to your feet.

“No way,” you sputter. “That’s definitely not happening. Not for a long, long time, Namjoon.” Heart thundering against your chest, you hardly notice the crestfallen expression on Namjoon’s face. 

“It was just a thought-”

“And I’m putting a stop to that thought.”

“I just thought it might be nice for all of us-”

“Nice?” You must look like a gasping fish at this point. “Nice, Namjoon? No. I wouldn’t be able to rest without Lily here! You really think I could just leave her with you? What if something happened? What if you knocked something off your desk and hurt her? Spilled hot coffee on her? Forgot she was there? I...that would be a nightmare!”

Namjoon hardly has time to open his mouth to respond before you’re grabbing both of your dishes and rushing back into the kitchen to wash them. Chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, you hardly notice Namjoon’s presence at your elbow before he’s lightly nudging you to the side. 

“Let me,” he mumbles quietly enough that you hardly catch the words. “Go to bed. I’ll finish up.”

You pay him no mind, scrubbing at the dishes with reckless abandon. Namjoon breathes in deeply, struggling to steady himself. 

Tears are pooling in your vision now, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve lost all control over your emotions. 

Over your life. 

“I...” you sniffle in the direction of the sink, “I’m sorry, Joon. It’s just-”

“No, don’t apologize.” Namjoon nudges you again, pulling the sponge from your hands and setting to work on the dishes. “I know that everything is different and new, and you’re probably feeling out of balance. I should have thought about that. Lily is...your anchor right now. I was just upset, because that’s supposed to be my role.”

His words have your eyes widening as you realize that everything he said is correct. Namjoon doesn’t bother to look to see if his words rung true, opting to focus on the plate that has been clean for a while now but continuing to scrub at it. 

“Go to bed,” he orders lightly, still not looking at you. 

Mouth wide open, close it again. Then re-open it. “Namjoon, I swear, I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I’m just...freaked out.”

He nods curtly. “I know.”

~~~~

A part of you remembers feeling the bed dip not long after you’d collapsed upon it, letting you know that Namjoon was also settling down for the night. He’d gone completely still after sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over at you as though he might say something. 

Instead, he’d slid under the covers as smoothly as possible before turning the lamp off. 

It was one of the rare occasions that he’d managed to not tip anything over in his search for the lamp switch, but your exhausted brain hadn’t bothered to celebrate the occasion. 

You were exhausted. And you realized that it wasn’t so much physical exhaustion as it was emotional. 

Of course you didn’t want Namjoon to have to go back to work tomorrow, but you were also looking forward to a little sliver of peace knowing that you only had to worry about Lily. 

Starting tomorrow it was just going to be you and Lily. A little team of two against the world. 

Sleep completely overtook you, and Namjoon’s words managed to slither their way into your brain, following you into your dreams. 

“She’s your...anchor. I was just upset, because that’s supposed to be my role.”

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You were so far gone into your dreamland that Lily’s cries took much longer to get to you that night. In fact, it was more the feeling of suddenly being alone in the bed that roused you from sleep than it was your daughter’s crying. 

Completely disoriented and still half in a dream that had to do with anchors and Namjoon’s studio, you sit up in bed and struggle to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

Another couple of minutes passed before you bolted out from under the covers, realizing that Lily had been crying, Namjoon was gone, and now it was utterly silent.

“Oh no.”

Wrapping your robe around your frame, you padded down the hallway to Lily’s room. Her door was open, with the soft light from her nightlight spilling out into the hallway. You’d just made it to her door when you heard Namjoon.

“See? We’re doing alright, Lils.” 

Peering into the dimly lit room, your heart clenched and then completely melted at the sight before you.

Namjoon, clad in nothing but his basketball shorts and mussed hair, stared down at his daughter with a smile so soft that you were sure you’d never seen it before. His eyes, however tired, practically glowed with adoration. Ever so gently rocking back and forth in the rocking chair placed in the corner of the room, he only had eyes for his daughter.

Lily appeared to be utterly content in her father’s arms, already drifting back to sleep. The only sign that she was still somewhat awake was the little hand that reached up to grip Namjoon’s finger. 

Together, your entire world swayed back and forth in the rocking chair that had taken an entire afternoon to put together. Quietly, gently. 

And as Namjoon slightly adjusted his hold, he did so carefully. And that’s when you saw it. 

The flicker of worry in his eyes as he brought Lily closer to his chest. The way he held his breath until she settled back into her sleepy daze. How that little smile reappeared as her little exhales tickled his skin.

Namjoon was learning, and judging by the fresh diaper laying atop the wastebasket by the door, he was doing just fine. 

No thanks to you, of course. 

At the sound of your sniffle, Namjoon’s head shot up. He winced, glancing down to make sure Lily hadn’t been rudely awoken. 

His eyes found yours from across the room, and he immediately bit his bottom lip. He began to slow his rocking, preparing to let you take over. 

You held up a hand. “No, it’s fine. Keep going.”

Namjoon froze for a moment before remembering to continue rocking. “...what?”

Shrugging, you silently make your way into the room and take a seat on a footstool beside Namjoon. “Keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Yes. I...truly, I’m sorry, Namjoon. You’re just trying your best, and I haven’t given you any credit for that. You...” Tears blur your vision. “You’re a great father. And we both love you.”

Namjoon stares at you for a moment longer, eyes wide with emotion before looking down at Lily’s sleeping form. “How did we make something so perfect? She’s absolutely perfect.”

You giggle quietly. “Are you doubting my abilities, Mr. Kim?”

That soft smile splits into a boyish grin, the same he sported on your second date all those years ago. 

“Of course not. Although it does make me wonder...”

Your eyebrows raise. “What?”

That grin doesn’t falter as Namjoon whispers, “What do think the chances are that the next one is just as perfect?”

Fighting the urge to punch his arm, you settle for rolling your eyes. “We are not even entertaining the idea of another kid right now, Joon. Our daughter just turned 2 weeks old. Give me a break.”

“I want to give you a break,” Namjoon presses, wiggling his eyebrows. “So how about you let me take her to work? That would be a great break for you. You wouldn’t have to worry about either one of us!”

“Nope.”

Namjoon frowns. “Still a no?”

You look at the small form in his arms, peacefully sleeping. “Absolutely not. Maybe when she’s 10.”

Gasping, Namjoon’s eyes twinkle with joy. “10?! I was thinking more like 3...”

“Nice try, loser.”

“4?”

You give him a long look, finally rising from where you sit. Pressing a kiss to Lily’s rosy cheeks before turning to brush your lips against Namjoon’s, you sigh.

“6. Final offer.”

Namjoon sighs, but appears to be content. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you negotiate?”

Heading toward the door, you stifle a laugh. “We are not having another kid right now, Joon.”

His sigh of disappointment has you grinning, feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. 

Once you’re back into the hallway, you turn to get one last look at this moment. Namjoon has already focused on Lily again, oblivious to your actions. The moonlight trickles in through the curtains, and that’s when you take a mental picture of this moment. 

Of your love, your husband, your anchor. Holding your daughter in the soft moonlight.

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DD2020: Melted Heart

This is a prequel to 'ICE' or a peek as to how Marinette and Damian ended up together.

Damian Wayne ignored the questions that the reporters kept shouting at him, asking him about the girl he had helped around Gotham.

He heard shouting and thought he might have had to call in his father for help when he saw a girl shouting at a cab driver.

"There is no hotel around here? Where am I?"

"Look, Lady, you have to pay the fee!"

"I'm not paying for shit! You dropped me off in the middle of nowhere and won't give me my bags!"

He could tells she had a French accent and had probably never been to Gotham. He discreetly took a picture of the license plate and a photo of the driver before making his presence known.

"He's trying to scam you." Damian announced.

"Yeah, that's obvious. I don't see Wayne Hotel anywhere around here!" Marinette groaned.

"Open the trunk now or you will be looking for a new job, starting in the morning." Damian demanded.

The taxi driver popped the trunk and Marinette quickly grabbed her luggage from it. She slammed the trunk shut and the driver took off. Marinette groaned as the driver took off.

Damian held out his hand.

"Am I suppose to tip you?" Marinette questioned.

"Give me a bag and I'll get you to Wayne Hotel." Damian sighed.

Marinette hesitated, but reluctantly handed him a bag. On their walk to the Wayne Hotel, someone managed to snag a picture of them and posted it online tagging #IcePrince. It went viral over night.

'This is why I never help people.'

If they wanted to gossip, he'd ignore them. It was of no importance to him. He knew better then to talk to them. He didn't realize, she hadn't.

"Tell us about your relationship with Damian Wayne!"

"I don't know who that is." the girl groaned, "Is he some sort of celebrity for you all to hound me?"

The reporters went silent, confused.

"He's the guy who carried your bag."

"So?" she shrugged.

"Are you his lover?"

"You went to Wayne Hotel."

"Look, I don't know who the guy is! He was merely helping me, a tourist, find a hotel after getting scammed by a horrible taxi driver." she shouted.

"Will you tell us about the date?"

"Ma'am, are you seriously trying to spread gossip about two teenagers? How low are you, in your job, that this is what is important? There are children left on the streets, starving, and you want to know about someone I'll probably never see again? You're pathetic." she declared, walking away from the mob of reporters, leaving the woman red in the face.

'Wow!'

"I just said I'd never see you again!" Marinette whispered, pulling him into her hotel room, "Why are you here? I don't need more idiots in my face!"

"Actually, I was so impressed by your stand against them, I wanted to see you." Damian spoke.

"Really?" she questioned, "Why? You could have just denied everything yourself! Would have saved me the hassle."

"I've learned that no matter what, they don't listen to me. I just ignore them and they've learned to keep their distance." he replied.

"Keep their distance?" Mari asked.

"One of them grabbed me and tried to force me to talk with them, a couple years back; I broke his jaw." He shrugged.

"I might have to try that." she mumbled, "Maybe a hand? No, a finger!"

Damian chuckled.

'This Angel is more then she appears to be.'

"They call me the 'Ice Prince' and I'm usually never seen with anyone that isn't family, much less helpful." Damian admitted.

"Oh, so I got special treatment from 'His Majesty'?" Marinette asked.

"Only a bit." he spoke, making her giggle, "What about you 'Ice Queen'?"

"Ice Queen?" Mari questioned.

"Icing out the reporters." he reminded her.

"I guess I'm use to it. I've been bullied enough. A liar came to my class and turned everyone against me. When she was revealed to be a liar, they turned on her quickly, and she left. They haven't apologized for bullying me for her favor." she answered with a shrug.

"Have you talked o them?" he asked.

"No. I've come to ignore them and block them from my social media." Marinette answered.

"My statement stands." Damian stated, "What are you doing in Gotham?"

"I was called to do an internship at Wayne Enterprises and work on some clothing for the upcoming gala." she replied.

"So, you're here for work." he stated.

"Temporarily." she nodded.

"Well then, we should have you moved." Damian spoke.

"What?" Marinette asked.

"MDC?" Damian questioned.

"How did you know?" Mari asked, warily.

"My father hired you." he answered.

"So, I guess you will just be a constant in my life this summer." she sighed.

"Yep." Damian uttered.

"Where are we moving me to?" Marinette implored.

"The manor." Damian declared.

"Excuse me?" Marinette questioned.

"You won't have paparazzi following you and we can have everything you need take to Wayne enterprise." He stated.

"I shop in person." Mari quipped.

"We can still have it delivered to your space in the office so you don't have to carry it back and you can work on it right away." Damian suggested.

"Fine, but only if your family is fine with putting up with me." Marinette announced.

"I'm sure they'll be fine." he waved off without worry.

Marinette sighed as she was once again swarmed by reporters.

"Did you speak to Damian Wayne?"

"When did you two get together?"

"Where are you from?"

"Would you all shut up? I don't know why the same guy was here, but I can assure you it wasn't to see me. You said his name was Wayne, right? The name is on the fucking hotel! Did you ever think he had business here?" Marinette questioned.

'You owe me.'

Over the summer, Marinette is often spotted around Gotham ordering fabric. Every once in a while, she would be spotted with the Wayne boys, but mostly Damian.

"So you work for Damian?"

"I work for Mr. Bruce Wayne and I will be leaving soon, as this was an internship role. Excuse me." Marinette answered, bypassing the rest of the reporters.

"Mr. Wayne, any comment?"

Damian took a sip of his coffee, "Other then your harassment towards our staff? None."

Tim just waved as he followed behind the two.

Marinette sighed as Damian Wayne decided to enter her office once again.

"What are you here for this time, Mr. Wayne?" Marinette inquired.

"Checking on the quality of your work." Damian replied.

"And?" Mari pried, looking up at him from the floor.

"Excellent work." he stated.

"Glad it meets your approval." Marinette teased.

"I need your full attention." Damian demanded.

Marinette looked up at him and could tell he was serious. She placed the pins in place and stood up from the floor.

"What is it, Damian?" she asked.

Damian cleared his throat, "I'd liked for you to attend the Wayne Gala with me."

Marinette blushed.

"Are you sure?" Mari questioned, "It could lead to a lot of reporters."

"You're worth it." Damian expressed.

"Are you trying to make me miserable, Mr. Wayne?" Marinette blushed.

"Not at all. I just know an angel when I see one." Damian answered.

"You do realize, I leave the night after the gala?" Mari questioned.

"Doesn't mean we can't keep in touch." he suggested, pulling her against him.

Marinette bit her lip and blushed. She had enjoyed her time in Gotham and she had definitely enjoyed her time with Damian.

"Okay." Marinette spoke, "I'll go to Wayne Gala with you. You're lucky I already have a dress ready."

Damian leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"I'll pick you up." Damian spoke, before he left.

"Dance with me?" Damian questioned, holding out his hand.

"I'm starting to think you're a glutton for punishment." Marinette smiled, as he took his hand, "You're gonna have a field day with the press, tomorrow. You know that right?"

"So will you, once I tell them that the city pushed us together and you melted my heart." he smirked.

Marinette blushed and buried her face into his chest, making him chuckle.

All over Gotham were pictures of Damian Wayne and Marinette, the girl who melted his heart.

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