#I was so relieved when mark told his sister I though they were just gonna get caught w no one knowing

[thursdayg1rl]

ok finished season 1 severance need to sleep but I have too many thoughts

[kpthoughts]

•T. Kaulitz x F! Reader•

-How is that fair?-

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!Not Proof read at all!

Btw the character in this is Spanish!

Warnings: Bad Language, alcohol, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol and drinking

Summary: You never say anything about the people he sleeps with so why does he feel the need to mention who you sleep with?

15 June 2007 - 11:17am

You stepped into the elevator, your head pounding from the party you had last night. The mirror plastered in the elevator made you realise the purple marks you and on your collarbone.

“For fuck sake…” You groaned, running your fingertips along one.

The makeup on your face was smudged a little and your hair was messed up. Other people probably thought of you as a junkie or something. You fixed yourself up as the elevator started to rise.

The doors opened to reveal a plain hallway with doors down each side. You walked down and pulled your key out your purse. Before you could unlock it though someone came out, your friend and band mate Georg.

“There you are! We were gonna come find you!” He laughed, noticing your neck, “Had fun?”

“Shut up!” I held my head and pushed past him.

Bill and Gustav were sat on the couches, putting on their shoes.

“Found her!” Georg smirked.

“Y/n!” Bill smiled, “We were worried sick where have you been?”

“I don’t even know…” You shook your head and kicked off the high heels which hurt your feet.

“Shit what happened to you neck?” Gustav laughed.

“Yeah Y/n! What happened to your neck!” Georg teased, walking past you to sit on the couch.

“Vampires” You replied sarcastically.

“Well you might want to find a way to stop Top from seeing…” Bill sighed, taking his shoes back off.

“Why?” You looked up at him.

“Because he’ll get all jealous and weird again!” Gustav mumbled with food in his mouth.

“Gross Gustav! And why would he get jealous?” You were starting to get tired of Tom’s shit, “He sleeps with women all the time and I don’t say anything!”

“Yeah well it’s Tom…what can you do?” Bill shrugged.

“It’s annoying is what it is…” You sighed.

Tom had heard your voice from his room and came out to see you.

“You’re back” He said softly.

“Mhm…” You nodded, looking up at him.

“What happened to you neck?” He asked, eyeing the bruises.

“Vampires” You smirked cockily.

“Right ok” He nodded with an angry tone.

He walked off and went to the kitchen. You bit the inside of your bottom lip and started to play with the ring on your finger, the one Tom gave you when you were kids.

“Who was it?” He called.

“Someone from the party” You answered, the boy’s eyes bounced around the room awkwardly, waiting for it all to kick off.

“Remember his name?” Tom turned around and leaned against the counter to face you with a glass of water in his hand.

Even though he was on the other side of the room you could feel the emotion he had and the tension between you.

“Was too drunk to care…” You said with guilt, the boy didn’t remember your name either though so I guess that’s fair.

“Right so you sleep with someone and forget their name?” He scrunched his nose for a second before taking a sip out of his glass.

“Exactly!” You stood up and joined him in the kitchen to try and relieve some tension between the boys in the living room.

“I just don’t see the point…” He shrugged his shoulders.

“What don’t you see Tom?” You snapped.

“You say you want a relationship and then hook up with some rando! It’s kind of slut behaviour…” He mumbled the last bit but you still heard it.

“Oh really?” You laughed, feeling the rise of anger burn inside you.

“Yes really!” He nodded smugly.

“You sleep with girls all the time and I don’t say anything!”

“That’s not the point!” He yelled slightly.

“What is the point then?!” You exclaimed.

“I’m just saying! If you want a relationship then don’t sleep around!” He tapped your cheek with his palm before walking out.

“Fuck you Tom!” You yelled, walking past him, “Shit what’s the time?!”

“Half eleven” Bill answered.

“Fuck! I told my sister I’d call her half hour ago!” You panicked, walking into you room.

You dialled the house phone number for you home back in Germany and put the phone to your ear.

“Y/n?!” Your sister, Rosa’s sweet, young Spanish accent called through the phone.

“Hey Cariño…Sorry for being late I was somewhere!” You apologised, sitting on your bed.

“Where were you?” She asked sweetly.

“At a friends…” You sighed.

“A boy’s?” You could tell from the way she said this she was smirking.

“No Chiquita…” You shook your head, laughing.

“So how’s America?”

“It’s ok…just excited to come home…” You sighed, the last few minutes replaying in your head.

“When will you be home? I miss you cabrona…” She whispered the last bit.

“What your language! You’re thirteen!” You teased.

“You said worse when you were my age! I’ve seen the tapes and the interviews!” She scoffed.

“I know I know!” You giggled, the feeling of missing your sister grew, “How’s mom and dad?”

“Still arguing…” She sighed.

“Next time I’ll bring you on tour with me I promise!” You insisted.

“Where you going next time?”

“Mexico”

“I wanna go to Mexico!” She said excitedly.

“I’m sure Bill will let you join us!” You smiled, “Right I’ve got to go somewhere so I’ll talk to you soon ok?”

“Ok…”

“Adios…te quiero Rosa!” (Bye…I love you Rosa) You sighed.

“Yo también te amo…” (I love you too…)

She hung up and you lowered your head. The guilt overwhelming you of leaving your sister alone with your argument parents and then being late to call her just made it worse. You collected yourself and went into you closet.

18 June 2007 - 1:34pm

Tom hasn’t spoken to you since the argument yesterday. To be honest it was hardly an argument more of a disagreement but he was still being cold towards you.

You looked up from your notebook which was balancing on your knees to see Tom let a girl out his room. He shot a look at you on the couch before walking her to the door. He had only his baggy jeans on.

“Bye…” She waved as he placed his lips on hers.

“Bye” He smiled, checking her out as she walked away.

“Who’s she?” You asked, writing song lyrics down on the paper.

He didn’t say anything and just walked to his door.

“How long you gonna ignore me?” You exclaimed.

He stopped in his doorway and took a breath.

“How’s Rosa doing?” He said, turning around.

“Fine” You rolled your eyes.

The first thing he says to you is about your sister, not the argument you had, not who the girl was, your sister. You know that they’ve always been close in a brother sister way but even so…

“Is that all you have to say?” Your eyes fixed on him.

He played with his lip piercing using his tongue and locked eyes with you. You could tell he had more to say by the look in his eyes.

“Yeah” He went back into his room.

You took a deep breath and bit your bottom lip hard.

19 June 2007 - 4:00am

You couldn’t sleep so you were sat on the balcony of your hotel room with a cigarette. Through the door you could see the main room and the front door. Your eyes dodged back and forth, Bildung to building in the view. The thought going through your head was interrupted by a thud inside.

You swung around to see Tom stumbling into the room. Out of instinct you dropped the cigarette and stamped it out with your foot before going inside to hold him up.

“Tom are you drunk?” You exclaimed, putting his arm around you.

“No…” He slurred.

“Yeah ok!” You nodded sarcastically, walking him to the couch.

“I’m completely sober!” He swayed a little.

“Uh huh!” You nodded, pushing your tongue on the inside of your cheek, “Well I hope you sober up for the morning because we have an interview to get to in a few hours!”

“Why are you here and awake? I thought you’d be sleeping with another dude” He commented coldly.

Your heart sank and your smile faded. He stared at you, his eyes looking tired. Tears welled in your eyes as you walked into your room, closing the door quietly to be sure you wouldn’t wake the others.

To avoid thinking about it all you just laid your head down on your pillow and forced yourself asleep.

2:46pm

Your eyes were fixed on the interviewer as the group talked to her. The last interaction between you and Tom replayed in your mind over and over again, you heart sinking more and more every time.

The interviewer placed one knee over the other, allowing her dress to ride up on purpose before looked at Tom, biting her lip. He was checking her out top to bottom.

“So Y/n? My next question is for you!” She smiled, moving her head to face you.

“Sì? Sorry…yes?” Spanish usually slipped through your lips when you were nervous or upset if you were in a an English to German conversation.

“The marks on your neck? Is there someone special you’re hiding?” She tilted her head.

“I- uhm…” You stammered, taking back by the question.

“Come on don’t be shy!” She pleaded.

This was a way you could get Tom really worked up.

“Yeah actually…there is!” You smiled, “I’ve been seeing him since we came to America on tour and we’ve really connected!”

You felt Tom’s glare on your face. The smirk on your face grew bigger.

“Has the group met him yet?”

“No not yet! But uhm I’m planning on letting them meet before the tour ends!” You nodded, the lie slipping out quicker than you could think.

The interview was interrupted by Tom standing up angrily. He walked out the room, slamming the door on the way.

“Tom!” You called, standing up.

Bill, Georg and Gustav exchanged looks at each other as the interviewer sat there not knowing what to do.

“Voy a matarlo…” (I’m gonna kill him…) You mumbled, following him out, “TOM!”

He ignored you and went to the fire exit, basically kicking the door open.

“Come and talk to me!!” You yelled, slamming your palm on the door as you stormed out.

“There’s nothing to talk about!” He shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t stop walking.

“You know there is but you won’t do it because you’re a pussy!!” You cried, grabbing his shoulder.

He stared down at you, the tears in your eyes said enough to him.

“I don’t want to keep arguing…” He sighed.

You let out a small laugh at his idiocy, “You’re the one causing this shit!! You ignore me, slut shame me and then argue with me again!!” Tears fell down your face.

“Don’t blame this all on me!! You’re the one sleeping around and then lying on camera to get under my skin!!” He argued back.

“I’ll do what I want Tom! You don’t own me!”

“I’m too hungover for this…” He sighed, turning around.

“FUCK YOU TOM!!” You slammed your hands on his back before he walked off, “HOW IS THAT FAIR?!”

“How is what fair?” He turned back around again.

“You can sleep with whoever you want and I don’t say anything! But when I do it, that’s when it becomes a problem! And it’s not just unfair on me either, Bill, Georg, Gustav! They have to listen to all this shit! So why don’t you just tell me why you act like this?!” Your accent slipped quite a bit, making it difficult to say some words.

“There is no reason…and I just want to go back to the room so I’ll see you later Y/n” He said walking off.

“You do this every time!! WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCKING TALK TO ME?!”

He said nothing and kept walking. You in turn walked back inside. The others were looking for you two so when they saw you they immediately came over.

“What happened?” Bill asked as you wiped a tear off your cheek.

“I wanna get drunk…” You sighed, walking through the crowd.

10:57pm

You were stumbling through the streets, the alcohol in your head was making it difficult to process anything. Your phone started to ring so you took it out and answered without looking who it is.

“Y/n?” The voice said.

“Hm…” You groaned, leaning against the wall of a building.

“You didn’t call me…” It then clicked that is was Rosa.

“Sorry Amor…” You winced, putting your hand on your head.

“Are you ok?” She knew something was up.

“I’m fine…” Your voice slurred everything you say, “Is it ok if I call you in morning?”

“Where are you?” She asked.

“Somewhere down a street near a bar…” You looked up and down the street, it was empty.

“Ok…call me in the morning!” She demanded.

“I will! Adios…”

“Adios…”

You hung up and the guilt kicked in again, this time it wasn’t that you were late, you forgot in general. And if you add you yelling at Tom, ruining the interview then it just caused you to break down in the street. You feel against a wall and sat down, yours hands in your hair.

“Y/n! Y/n!” You felt a hand on your shoulder, breaking you from all the thoughts you had.

“Tom?” You muttered softly.

“Hey…what’s going on? Rosa called me…” He knelt down.

“I’m a shit sister…a shit friend…I messed up the interview…” You sobbed.

“No! No you didn’t and you aren’t any of those things!” He held you hand and started to pull you up, “Come on! Let’s get you back to the hotel room!”

You stumbled as you stood up, so he picked you up bridal style. Your hands held the back of his neck and your head hit his chest. Both of you wanted to savour this moment, cause who knows how long it’ll last.

20 June 2007 - 1:13pm

You woke up with a pounding in your head and a sick feeling in your stomach. Even with all that going on you noticed you weren’t in your room. Cigarettes on the nightstand, baggy jeans folded in an open suitcase in the corner and the smell of his cologne brought you to realisation. He wasn’t beside you, instead the door was open to his bedroom balcony.

You got up slowly and walked to the door, he stood there against the railing with a dying cigarette between his teeth.

“Why am I in your room?” You asked quickly, “Why didn’t you put me in mine?”

“Because I didn’t what to leave you alone…” He sighed, not looking at you.

“Why?” You stood beside him and looked at him.

“Cause you were breaking down…mumbling some shit about your family, about being a bad friend, about messing things up…” He dropped the cigarette butt on the floor and stamped it out, “I also called Rosa for you…told her you were ill so she wouldn’t worry…”

“Thanks…” You sat in the chair in the corner of the balcony, “Tom can I ask you something?”

“Yeah shoot…”

“Why do you care so much about who I get with?” You stated to fidget with the ring again.

“I don’t know…” He shrugged, turning around and leaning his back against the railing.

“But you get with girls all the time and I don’t say anything…”

“Even when I’m with those girls I’m still thinking about one…they just let me forget about her for a little while…” He sighed, staring into your eyes.

“Who’s the girl?” You stared back.

He came over to you and pressed his lips against yours. His hand moved to your jaw and yours moved to the back of his neck. He pulled away and looked at you.

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[lacontroller1991]

Hayloft (Daryl Dixon x Reader)

Author’s Note: Takes place in season 2 on Hersel’s farm, again also inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother

I also want Daryl to fuck me senseless 🥵

@lonewolf471​

Warnings: Smut 18+ rough hot dirty sex in the barn because why not, also language 

You were always a daddy’s girl. You and your sister, Maggie, had your father's fingers tied around the both of you. When the dead started rising, your freedom was immediately cut and you’re a free soul. So when a group from Atlanta started staying on your farm, Hershel was quick to tell you, Maggie and Beth to stay away from them, not trusting them one bit. What he didn’t know was that you were draw to the quiet redneck. You and him had started having an unspoken relationship. Sharing smiles and trading glances when the other wasn't looking. Soon it turned into conversations late at night when everyone was asleep. Conversations turned to small touches. Everything changed when Shane opened the barn and killed people you knew. After that, you had withdrawn from everyone and Daryl did the same, pissed that he was constantly out there searching for Sophia when she was already dead. You were sitting on your window ledge when Maggie came in unannounced. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing?”

“Trying not to think,” you replied honestly while she sat on your bed in thought.

“Why?” She asked as you sighed.

“I’m frustrated. And not just at the barn situation.”

“Sexually?” She teased, immediately picking up on the way your cheeks flushed a bright red as she giggled like a school girl.

“Shut up.”

“Oh come on, go get him and go have sex!”

“Maggie!”

“(Y/N). Trust me, it’s a great way to release the stress,” she stated while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as you shoved her playfully.

“You and Glenn?” Nodding her head you gave her a smile as she dug through her back pocket, pulling out a condom.

“We go to the Hayloft, but I guess we can let you and Daryl use it for the night,” she grinned as you shook your head with a smile.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Yeah, now go.”

You walked out the back of your house to where Daryl’s camp was set up. He saw you coming and gave a small wave, sending butterflies through your stomach. Walking up to him, he looked up at you in confusion, noticing your shy expression.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked as you shook your head, sticking your hand out for him to grab.

“I have to show you something,” you replied as he took your hand while you lead him to the barn where the walkers used to be. Climbing up the ladder, he reluctantly followed you, looking around the now empty barn. While he was looking around, you quickly took of your shirt before he turned back around to you in shock.

“What the fuck do ya think yer doin’ girl?” He asked, slightly turned on at the sight of you reaching around yourself and unclasping your bra, throwing it at him, which he easily caught, now leaving your topside bare.

“I want you to fuck me,” you stated in confidence as he looked at you as if you were crazy, though his red tint to his face didn’t go unnoticed by your observant eyes.

“I can’t, yer dad will kill us,” he replied as you removed your shoes, walking up to him and wrapping your hands around his wrists and moving them up to your supple breasts. Leaning up into him, you gently kissed his lips and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“We need this. It will help the both of us,” he pulled away, anger in his eyes and disappointment in yours.

“So that’s it huh? Ya just wanna get into my pants to relieve yer problems?” Shaking your head, you looked him up and down, noticing the growing tent in his pants.

“No. I’ve been thinking of you fucking me hard for the past week and it’s killing me,” with a growl, he shoved you against a hay bale and kissed your lips with raw passion. Melting into his kiss, you ignored the way the hay scratched at your soft skin, too occupied with his body pressed against yours. His hands moved up to your breasts, gently squeezing them, causing you to gasp, allowing him to stick his tongue in your mouth, exploring the cavity. You rolled your helps against his, trying to release the building pressure between the two of you while he groaned into your mouth, turning you on more. His hands ventured down to your waist, grabbing your ass while he bucked into you and suck on the soft spot below your ear.

“Daryl,” you moaned out softly as he unzipped your pants and pulled them down. Kicking them off, you focused on the buttons of his shirt while he rubbed your clothed clit.

“Darlin, I want you so bad,” he whispered out hotly as you moaned into his ear, shoving his shirt off and tracing down his chest. Stopping for a second, you looked into his blue orbs.

“Then take me,” one simple command had him ripping off your panties, leaving you completely bare. Shoving his pants down, he allowed his erection to spring free. Your hand went to grasp it but his stopped yours before you could.

“On you knees, now,” he commanded as you sunk to your knees, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and licked the tip, causing him to moan out shakily. His hand flew to your head, knotting in your hair as he took control, moving your mouth up and down his shaft while he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. You moved your hand up to his balls, massaging them as he bucked into your face, fucking your mouth at a rapid pace as you gagged around him. Pulling away, you continued to jerk him off before standing up and kiss him, teeth clashing as the two of you fought for dominance.

“Hands and knees,” he whispered between breathes as you nodded, handing him the condom from the back of your pants. He just looked at you in question before tossing it.

“What was that for?” You asked as he knelt behind you, running a hand across your folds, noticing that you were soaked.

“Trust me baby, you’ll like it,” he replied, teasing your clit with the tip of his cock, “ya ready?” Nodding your head, you and him both moaned in unison as he entered your tight core.

“Oh my God,” you moaned out as he pulled out slightly before pushing back in.

“Yer so tight for me, ain’t ya . My little whore,” he moaned out, slapping your ass while he thrusted into you, making your eyes roll back into your head while the wood beneath you creaked at his thrusts. 

“Harder,” you managed to moan out as he grabbed your hair and pulled you back into his chests, thrusting up into you at a brutal pace. You could slowly feel a knot begin to form as he angled himself differently, hitting your g-spot.

“Daryl, I’m almost there,” you cried out as he bit into your neck, leaving a mark there, continuing his thrusts as you came with a moan, your walls clenching around him. His thrusts soon became erratic and you could tell he was close. Gently shoving you down, he pulled out and kneeled above you, finishing himself, releasing his load onto your back.

“Daddy, don’t go there,” Maggie begged Hershel, knowing that you and Daryl were still up there.

“Why shouldn’t I? I told you and (Y/N) to stay the hell away from them,” he replied, cocking his gun as the moans and creaks got louder the closer he got to the barn.

“Please,” Maggie begged, grabbing Hershel’s arm as two loud moans came from the barn before the creaking stopped.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“That was fun,” you whispered into Daryl’s ear, kissing his cheek while he hugged you into his side, collecting his breath, both of you blissfully unaware of your dad who was outside.

“It’s not gonna be a one time thing is it?” He asked as you shook your head with a smile.

“I sure hope not,” you replied, kissing him again, sighing into his mouth as he rubbed circles on your back.

“The hell is going on here?” A voice asked, causing you both to move away and scatter for clothes. You looked down at Maggie who had an apologetic frown on her face.

“Daddy, it’s none of your business,” you replied, getting dress as quick as possible.

“Like hell it is, boy you best start running,” Hershel replied as Daryl nodded before giving your hand a slight squeeze and rushing off.

“Dad.”

“Honey, I told you, stay away from them.”

“I came onto him, not the opposite. I love him, daddy. Please let me be with him,” you begged as he sighed.

“Fine, but no more fooling around in the barn.”

“Deal.”

Walking out of the barn, a hand quickly grabbed yours and pulled you to the side of the barn. You looked up and saw Daryl with a finger to his mouth. Once he made sure the coast was clear, he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Ya love me huh?” He asked with a cocky smile as you punched his arm playfully.

“Shut up,” you whispered, kissing him again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I love ya too.”

[kenganparadise]

Hi! first I wanted to say that I love your blog, I am very happy to see that there is content for this anime. Did I want to request some headcanons? Like, dating Raian. If you don't do headcanons, maybe a drabble of him introducing his s/o to his family.

I decided to write Raian’s S/O meeting his family for the first time!! I was feeling a little fluffy today! I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

Raian was actually in a very sour mood. He peeked behind the corner to see you checking yourself in the mirror again. You made sure all the wrinkles were out of your clothes and all the pieces of lint and pet hair were cleared away. You check your hair again. Fluffing it and trying to fix it. “UGHhhh. I already told you 1000 times- you look fuckin’ HOT.” Raian yelled from the other room. You paused in surprise then sighed. “I don’t want to look hot. I want to look respectable and.... honorable.” You say. You look down at your feet. There was a pit in your stomach. You were very nervous. But Nervous wasn’t a good word to describe how you were feeling. You and Raian have been dating for a long time. He’s met all your family and friends. You have yet to meet his. You had heard rumors and the legends of the Kure clan. A tight knit family of assassin, literally bred to kill. You just so happened to be dating the most powerful one. You heard of their selective breeding. You wondered if they’ll deem you good enough. You wondered if you’re good enough yourself. Raian noticed your mood dampen. You look smaller. He clicks his tongue. You sigh deeply as the thoughts swim in your head. What if they didn’t like you? You jumped feeling strong arms wrap around your waist. Raian’s forehead was in the crook of your neck and shoulder. Your heart leaped at the affection. This.... was very very very rare. Raian barely ever reciprocated your affection, let anyone be the first to act. Your breath catches in your throat. You know he’ll never say the words out loud, but this was enough comfort. Raian sunk his teeth lightly into your skin. It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to leave a small mark. He pulled away from you then. Maybe he was feeling sheepish. “Come on! We don’t want to keep those fuckers waiting.” He snarls over his shoulder. You miss the feeling of his warm arms around you, but it was enough to leave a smile on your face. You followed behind him.

The journey to Kure village was mostly silent, apart from Raian complaining a little here and there. Stepping into the village was nerve wracking. So many people with black scleras, you knew the majority were assassin. Some of them gave glances to Raian. He seemed bored- almost like he didn’t want to be here. “Raian?” You look at him. “What?” He replies not even looking your way. “Can I hold your hand?” You ask in your sweetest voice. “Fuck no.” His reply was a little quicker than you’d like it to be. “Come on Please.” You bat your eyelashes. “Fuck. No.” “Pleaseeee Raian.” You beg sweetly again. He growls under his breath. “Fuck no. I don’t want the fuckers thinking I’ve gone soft to something.” His nose curls at the thought “I’ll make it up to you later~” you purr. His ears perk up a little. His lips twitch into a Frown. “Fuck. Only for a little bit.” He agrees begrudgingly. He takes your hand roughly into his. You’ve got a goofy grin on your face and Raian is feeling completely and utterly embarrassed and slightly humiliated. Unbeknownst to you.... deep down in Raian’s heart he feels warmth. If eyes weren’t on you already they definitely were now. It made you even more nervous. Everywhere you looked black eyes were stuck on you, People whispered amongst themselves. You’re anxious now. You tried to catch whispers and the mutterings but you weren’t able to. “Hey! Bro!!” You heard from behind you. You spin around to see a young woman running towards you. “I heard you arrived! I’ve been looking all over for you!” She chuckles and catches her breath. She’s a petite you’ll girl with short black hair. she looks straight at you. “You! You must be Y/N!” Her face beams. “Oh! Yes-“ you’re cut off by the woman bear hugging you. You gasp and awkwardly return the hug. She takes your hands in hers. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!” She says with a smile. “I’m Fusui! I’m Raian’s sister!” She beams. You knew Raian had a sister, he’s talked (complained) about her before. Now here she was standing before you. “I’ll walk with you guys to Erioh!” She says with a smile. You intertwine your fingers with his again. Raian clicks his tongue. Fusui had a gleam in her eyes watching the two of you. Fusui struck up a conversation with you while you walked. She was kind, and genuinely excited to be talking to you. The three of you walked past a building. There more people called for your attention. You looked to see three strong looking men. They introduced themselves politely, Hollis, reiichi, and Horio. You noticed there was a stark difference between Raian and the other Kure members. They were polite and quite kind to you. Most of them were actually excited to meet you. After a brief conversation with the three men you decided to make your way to the main building. Erioh was there- the head of the Kure clan. You were the most nervous to meet him.

Heading into the palace-like building your heart started skipping beats. Raian and Fusui lead you through the building to the room where the head of the Kure was. He was sitting at a table alone with tea. He looked up at you from his teacup. “Hello, you must be Y/N.” He spoke calmly, with a small kind smile. You nodded. “It’s very night to meet you.” You reply. Erioh motions you to sit next to him. You and Fusui join him at the table. Raian goes and sits on the far side of the room, away from the conversation. Erioh pours a cup of tea for you and Fusui. “What do you do for work, Y/N?” He begins. He asks you question after question, about your family, hobbies, even your political beliefs. You can’t help but feel as though you’re being interrogated, the only thing that helped was Fusui lightening the mood with her quips. You were nervous, but answered truthfully. You hoped your answers would suffice. You heard the door open behind you. “Hi grandpa!” A young girl walked in. “Oh hello Karla my dear!” He says. His mood significantly changes. She sits down at an empty space next to you. “Karla this is Y/N, they are Raian’s mate... his remarkably better half!” Fusui jokes. Karla’s attention turns to you. “Oh wow! So when are you guys getting married!!” She says beaming. You nearly choke. Raian does as well behind you. “How many babies are you gonna make?” She radiates with wonder. “Now now Karla, those may not be questions Y/N wants to give to a stranger.” Erioh chuckles. You laugh awkwardly, not knowing what to say. You downed the rest of your teacup. Then you felt a presence behind you. “I’m tired as fuck of this. We’re going home.” Raian said gruffly. Fusui sighed and stood with you. “It was very nice meeting you, Y/N. I hope to see you again soon.” Erioh says with a tender smile. “Bye bye Y/N!” Karla says waving. Fusui walks out with you but Raian hesitates a moment. He knew Erioh had something to say. “You’ve found a good one... don’t lose them.” Erioh says as Raian huffs and walks away. “Shut the fuck up gramps.” Raian growls, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Fusui walks with you out of Kure village. The two of you laugh together, you’ve felt a bond grow between you two. You end up exchanging numbers. You hugged her again goodbye, promising to call. Then you and Raian left. The journey back was once again quiet. But you felt an overwhelming feeling of relief. Raian’s family had welcomed you. They too, we’re finally relieved to meet the only person who was able to tame the devil himself. Your name will go down in Kure history.

[whatifxwereyou]

The Oncoming Storm Part 5: Peace of Mind

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

I've decided that when I get to a point where the "choice" is made between Liu and Lao, the stories name will change to help avoid confusion. That way you can follow either path or both. Then I will try to update those as much as I can. I know where both are going for the most part. God, I'm such a cock-tease lol.

This bit is a bit shorter than usual but I plan on updating AGAIN tomorrow! Surprise: Kung Lao will be back tomorrow. Side note: should I draw MC? Anyone into that? And as always, open to suggestions and will include any I like.

Part 4 Part 6 Chapter Index

You jumped upright in bed, the breeze from the window making your sweat covered body shiver. Wiping your face, you searched the room and found that you were utterly alone. In your mind’s eyes you could see the writhing of bodies that had woken you.

It had been a dream.

A wildly inappropriate dream.

Hands trembling, you held your head in your hands. Your face was red and hot and when you closed your eyes, you could see Liu Kang’s strong body over yours and feel his familiar hands. You blinked your eyes and kept them open wide. “Oh boy.” You laughed at yourself and then flopped back against the bed with a frustrated whine. It had been miserably difficult not to let your imagination run wild the day before but apparently all your self-control disappeared when you slept. After the day you’d had and the tension that had built like static when you were fighting, how could you be upset with yourself?

You knew Liu Kang well at this point. Well enough that his touch was familiar. It was cruel and unnecessary of your imagination to do that to you during your sleep. How were you supposed to find your arcana when your brain was made of Liu Kang spaghetti? The attractive, confident, and kind Liu Kang was your teacher and you had to find a way to set a boundary between that and whatever this was. “Calm down, Y/N.” With that you took slow and deep breaths.

Adjusting yourself on the bed you crossed your legs and closed your eyes to meditate. But your imagination betrayed you, and you could feel his breath on your neck and hear his voice in your head. Pinching the bridge of your nose you laughed at yourself but flopped again on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

This was a natural thing. To be attracted to someone you were forming a new relationship with. You were finding your footing as friends and the draw between you would change with time. Deep down you were certain it was more than that and you were dismissing a very obvious attraction between them.

No matter what it was, there was no chance you would trust your imagination to let you sleep. You would have to clear your thoughts and find some peace before you could rest again. Getting up, you changed into the red and black flowing hanfu and decided to take a walk. That would get your mind off the day before and erase the memory of Liu’s, well, everything.

There were very few others walking through the temple that late at night. You decided that you hadn’t slept for long before your dream had woken you. Not dwelling on the memory of it, you kept walking until you were utterly lost and honestly nothing had felt quite as good or wondrous in some time. Raiden’s Temple was beautiful and ancient. Exploring it made you feel like a curious child, which in your opinion, was better than a frustrated adult.

There were many sprawling hallways and you felt that this one was particularly high within the ravine. You caught sight of the night sky through an archway and leaned against the stone. A monk walked behind you with a polite bow carrying a heavy pot filled with water. You nodded in greeting and then stepped onto the platform. At the end of the short platform was a huge statue of Raiden, seated cross legged in meditation.

The sky was radiant, and you wished to be closer to it and considered the roof but instead you set your eyes on the hat of the statue. You carefully climbed up with a few skilled jumps and then sat atop the edge of the hat, overlooking the ravine. Below you could see the fight pit, but it appeared small from there.

Seated atop the statues wide brimmed hat, you got comfortable and admired the brilliance of the night sky. The glassy moon filled the night around it with brilliance, dimming the stars in its halo. Wisps of pale clouds traversed the sky as if carried by invisible birds. You could see the milky way and the sparkling of stars that you had never seen before. You couldn’t remember ever thinking that the sky was this magnificent. In those moments you felt lucky to be alive and privileged to see the world in such a way.

It seemed funny then that your home popped into mind. There had been times where you’d sat on the roof of your apartment above the dojo and watched the sky, but it had never felt like this. That life felt so foreign now that you were oddly detached from it. Hopefully, your sister was okay. Your mother had passed away years ago and your father had stayed with your sister while you took care of the dojo in his honor.

Did they think that you died in the fire? What had become of the dojo? Had any of it survived? Did they think you’d done it and murdered those men? Were you a wanted criminal now? Had Kung Lao told anyone what had become of you? You had a thousand questions for your childhood friend, but you weren’t sure that you were ready for the answers either.

“Y/N?” You sat upright and turned in search of the voice. Liu Kang was staring up at the statue curiously. You peeked over the edge and offered him a wave despite your stomach doing a flip at the sight of him. With a confident grace, he leapt atop the statue and joined you. You returned to your spot, sitting comfortably on the hat and he sat next to you. Together you stared into the starry night, admiring the beauty of Raiden’s Temple. Every so often you heard the footsteps of another monk making their way but there was little else besides Liu’s controlled breathing and the occasional shifting of his prayer beads from his hand to his wrist. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You decided to be honest. You weren’t a big fan of lying but telling Liu the absolute truth of your dream was a level of embarrassment and honesty you weren’t prepared for. “My mind and heart were all jumbled up, so I came to find some peace.”

“Did you find the peace you were looking for?”

“I did.” You decided with a smile. What you were feeling toward him wasn’t a bad thing, you’d decided. It was a conflict in your mind still, but not all conflict was bad.

“Seated atop a dangerously tall and ancient statue overlooking the most perilous of pits?”

“The view can’t be beat. And it’s private.”

“And yet I invaded your privacy as I often seem to do.” Liu turned to face you, his arm rested against one knee.

“It’s only an invasion if it’s not welcome, Liu.” You reassured him. Silence fell again but it wasn’t the warm and comforting silence you’d become accustomed to with Liu Kang. He radiated with both fire and uncertainty. “Are you okay?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” He brushed his fingers again over the prayer beads. “I decided I would check on you and as I made my way, I felt that someone was up here.”

“Oh?”

“Your energy is tangible,” he said all while avoiding your eyes. Your eyebrows shot straight up your forehead.

“So, you knew it was me?” The butterflies were back. He was good at that. Liu nodded. “That’s remarkable.” So much for peace of mind. Were you ever going to manage sleep again without your renegade thoughts getting carried away? “I’m glad that you found me.”

“Your energy reminds of a shadow flickering beneath the lamplight. I’m curious. Can you sense my energy, as well?” The confidence had returned to him. There was still something beneath his confident exterior that you couldn’t decipher, and you watched his thumb carefully brush over each of the beads in his hand. “I think it could be common to sense others with a dragon marking.”

“Yes, I can.” You chose your words carefully. “I always thought that your presence was fiery, but I didn’t realize that was literal until earlier.” Liu turned to face the edge of the statue again and his brief smile faded. You adjusted to face him better, careful of your footing. “What’s on your mind, Liu?”

“You were in my dreams.” He seemed sad. Inwardly, you panicked. He’d been in your dreams too, but something about his demeanor made you feel as though it were in a quite different context. How were you supposed to process any of this? “I lost you.”

You made sure not to let the sigh of relief be audible. “You lost me?”

“Not the best phrasing but no less the same. You died.” Liu said this with such finality that it shook you, and a chill ran down your spine. “I couldn’t go back to sleep with that image of you in my head. Selfishly, I needed to see your living and breathing self.”

“Liu…”

“I know that you’re capable, Y/N. I can see why Kung Lao values you so highly. I suppose that it is natural to fear for someone that you’ve bonded with. And we have bonded, haven’t we?” You were at a complete loss for words. He’d said a lot without saying much at all and you were left to interpret it as you would. What terrible timing. Your heart was so confused. “Am I wrong?”

“No, you’re not wrong. We’ve bonded.” You decided then to confess at least part of what was keeping you awake that night. No details, just a small bit of truth. “I dreamt about you too. It woke me up and when I couldn’t find the peace to return to sleep, I wound up here.” You smiled weakly and turned back to face the sky. “I tried to meditate the stress away but in truth I’m used to meditating with you, so it brought me no peace.” Liu seemed oddly relieved by your confession. If only he knew the truth. You weren’t sure how he would react. In fact, your face burned just thinking about it.

“I assure you that I’m capable, Y/N. I’ll be fine.”

“I know.” You said nothing else on the matter. He hadn’t been in danger in your dream, in fact, quite the opposite. You sat in silence again and much to your surprise, he shifted, scooted closer and slipped his arm around you shoulder. His hands were warm even through your sleeves.

“Until you’ve mastered your arcana and healed then you are the one that we should worry about. There’s still time before the tournament, but it doesn’t mean that we will be entirely without danger.” Liu gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “The sooner you can control your arcana, the better.”

“I know that with your help I’ll manage sooner rather than later.”

“That’s a lot of faith in me.”

“In us both.” You smiled at him. He adjusted, arm falling away from your shoulder. You missed it instantly. His arms were warm and strong. “This is a hurdle we will conquer.” You turned to watch the stars again and pulled your knees closer to your chest, resting one arm over them, the other resting between you and Liu. Liu’s eyes were on you. You could feel them watching you rather than the sky. He needed to see that you were okay and that his dream was just that. Whatever came next, you were ready for it. One way or another, you would fight. Still, he did not turn his gaze and you were distracted by him. “You’re staring.” You let your gaze flitter to him out of the corner of your eye.

“You get this look on your face while you’re thinking. It’s fascinating to watch your expression shift and change even minutely.” The fondness of his voice was overwhelming. To be spoken of with such reverence made you feel better than anything ever had. “You feel your emotions very deeply. It is a gift.” He turned his gaze back to the night sky, right arm rested on his knee. His left hand then found yours between them and rested atop it.

You swore you might be blushing for the rest of your days at this rate. The fondness of his voice and the gentleness of his hand made your heart race. You supposed that when you thought about it, you had flirted on and off. At the very least you had grown fond of each other. There’d been plenty of close calls the last few days, but you hadn’t been sure if you were overthinking or not. But this moment was far more transparent. An arm around you. His hand over yours. Deliberate displays of intimacy.

You weren’t sure you could sit still much longer thinking like this, so you turned to ask him if he wished to study. Instead, you clammed up and found him far closer to you than you had anticipated. You could feel his breath, the warmth radiating from his energy, surrounding you like a distant and welcome flame. He admired your face, stopping at each of your features with his dark eyes, and then brushed your hair away. This was an intimacy that you had grown quite fond of but also it was different than before. His fingers left a ghost of a touch against your forehead and your cheek, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. The fear in his eyes had gone, the nerves and uncertainty had gone with them. All that was left to his stare was warmth and admiration.

His hand brushed against your jaw softly and then rested against your cheek, his thumb brushing just beneath your eye. He tilted you closer. Your heart stopped in your chest and you didn’t breathe for fear that it would stop him. It was a moment you never wanted to end. Eyes half-lidded you caught a glance of his lips, parted ever so slightly and nearing yours. Then a horrid crash echoed from behind the statue.

In an instant, you were apart and both sliding to the other side of the statue in search of the sound. Liu leapt from the statue gracefully and you peered over the side, catching your breath. Below you could see a monk there, speaking with Liu. There were pieces of something shattered on the ground. You carefully climbed from the statue to join them.

The monk muttered his apologies. Liu had bent down to clean up the shards of the pot that had been dropped. Water was spread over the stone floor. Your fingers were numb and the action of helping clean up the shattered pot felt surreal. Honestly, the entire night had felt surreal. From waking up from an inappropriate dream, to staring at the stars with Liu. The monk bowed his head and took the shards with him as he made his way to wherever he was meant to. You stood upright and fixed your hair. You could feel that Liu’s eyes were on you again. Even though you were no longer seated close together or even touching, the tension hadn’t faded.

“We should rest.” The fog of the moment had at least cleared, and you knew that if you didn’t go to bed now then you’d likely wind up doing something irresponsible with Liu Kang. Why were you resisting this obvious tug? It seemed oddly taboo, though you couldn’t place your finger on the reasons why. You were both consenting adults, so why shouldn’t you embrace this? Oddly enough, you felt guilty even at the thought.

These emotions were far too complex for the middle of the night.

“I’ll walk you to your room.”

“Thank you, Liu.” Together you walked through the hall of the temple and you were suddenly grateful to have him guiding you. You’d wandered so far and so aimlessly that you had no idea where you’d wound up. It would have taken you ages to find your way back. You opened the door to your room and leaned against it with a smile. “Try and get some rest, will you?”

“You too, Y/N.” He peered behind you into the room, and you followed his gaze to where the book laid on your desk.

“…did you want to read?” You were sure sleep wouldn’t come easily and Liu seemed reluctant to leave. You were reluctant to let him go.

“Are you sure? It’s late.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

Liu didn’t ask twice and so you opened the door the rest of the way and allowed him inside with you. You sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, and Liu picked up the book and joined you at your side. His familiar voice was like a lullaby and only a few minutes past before you were drifting in and out of sleep with your head on his shoulder. If Liu noticed, he didn’t say anything or move you. He kept reading. Before you knew it, you were out cold.

[jostepherjoestar]

I remember someone suggesting about the La Squadra child being Abbacchio or Mista’s nephew/niece and I was wondering if it’s ok to ask how would (I’m gonna go with Abbacchio) react to that?. Maybe before joining the kid was just a above average intelligent child but was still normal and now Abbacchio is confused as to why their stoic, cold and with a group of assassins.

La Squadra Kid backstory and relation to Abbacchio + general HC’s

Thank you so much for asking this, I’ve been meaning to summarise their backstory and how they ended up with La Squadra! This will be kind of emotional since it’s bit tragic imo. There’s also going to be some HC’s about our little bud so you can all get a feel at how I see them 😊

Long post!

CW: heavier subjects such as trauma, not fun situations for a kid to be in and usual gang related violence, mentions of abortion and mental illness

General HC’s

I’ve always imagined them to be around 7 to 8 years old, but unfortunately due to all that’s happened, their mind has been forced to mature a lot faster. Of course they should have never had to go through that but life isn’t that simple, especially for them.

Their name is Pomo, like an apple or a pommel :) thought it was a fitting and cute name! I’ll still refer to them as La Squadra Kid in titles but opt for Pomo while writing.

Pomo is not that tall for their age, just cute lil bean with puffy cheeks! I’ve decided to keep Pomo’s pronouns neutral, it just seemed to click more.

As far as their personality goes it’s been fun discovering them through your asks! Pomo is a quiet and stoic kid, they don’t smile that often but that doesn’t mean they’re not enjoying themselves.

They love drawing things as a way to express their feelings or the things they like. It’s a lot easier than verbally communicating for them. They’ll say what they need with the least amount of words necessary.

They’ve developed a weird sense of humour, very dry I’d say lol, also thinks it’s funny to scare Ghiaccio, who they know secretly likes them.

Pomo is quite independent and goes out by themselves, their stand is very powerful and kinda scary, even to their colleagues so they can handle any trouble coming their way. Pomo is slowly learning that they don’t need to do everything alone (i.e. asking for company after nightmares)

Though going out alone can result in people turning Pomo away in shops, that’s why Melone is their choice to bring along so it’s not weird a kid is just out alone spending money.

They’re also very glad to do tasks or things the others ask of them, they crave harmony and peace at home so Pomo will try to help achieve that in any way possible (unfortunately this is a result of trauma).

Pomo really likes La Squadra and sees them as their family now, knowing what member is better at offering different types of things and who to turn to for specific needs.

Their stand’s is named My Way (マイウェイ) after the Frank Sinatra song. It fits quite nicely imo, a force to be reckoned with doing it on their own terms.

And lastly, they do not like hugs or being touched that much. They’ll allow hand holding but only if they’re in a good mood, quick head pats are also ok. It really is touch and go with them, Pomo will let you know when they don’t like something.

Backstory and relation to Abbacchio

The world moved in a blur, the two lines on every single pregnancy test strewn out before her like nails getting hammered into her coffin. Suffocating while it was lowered into the ground, scratching and screaming for air, nails bloodied and raw as the reality set in that she was unmistakably pregnant. The panic followed, clenching her chest like a vice, threatening to shatter her heart and lungs in the process, gasping for air and wishing any other truth than this one. Abbacchio’s older sister wept for days, dark circles alternating with red swollen puffiness as the life she’d just started on her own already began to crumble.

The father of her child taking his exit as soon as she confessed her situation, knowing before she’d even tell him that he’d swiftly let her suffer in the mess. The thought of looking a doctor in the eyes, the cruel conversations she would have to endure before they’d let her suffer in uncertainty of the fate of her unborn child, making her choose to just endure it instead. Not that the choice would offer a softer outcome, it was her burden to bare, she thought. Whatever horrible things she’s done to receive such heartless judgement never occurred to her. The only thing the young woman was convinced of, is that she whole heartedly deserved it.

Her younger brother, growing up to be an impressionable adolescent, unsure how to care for his beloved sibling. His eyes always so full of innocent wonderment at his older sister, wanting to become as brave and independent as her. Living alone, working strenuous hours as if only this would make him worthy of the meagre salary of a rookie police officer. Slowly but surely he saw the woman he so admired creep away as her belly grew larger each month. Coming by often to check up on her wellbeing after school, spending nights or even weeks so he’d be by her side. All the while finishing up in high school. As his sister’s expression grew darker, the smiles fading and her laughter but a distant memory Leone Abbacchio could do nothing but stand by and let her lean on him.

The meagre support their parents could offer did little too ease her mind, the reality of becoming a mother and having nothing but emptiness to offer her child digging her ever deeper into the darkness that consumed her. She sobbed the day her child was born, little Pomo’s big eyes asking her if she was even worthy to hold the small babe. Every look at the child reminding her she had already failed, not even able to comfort their cries before feedings. Incapable of shushing them and finding the strength to coo at those tiny hands that ached to play and accept the warm touch of a caregiver. The young mother did what she needed, feeding the child and changing diapers. The depth of her troubles never easing as she had to go back to work, two different jobs needed to support herself and Pomo.

Abbacchio offered what he could, often babysitting and spending weekends at his sister’s cramped apartment. A child taking care of an even smaller one. The hope he held that his sister would regain her previous lust for life faltered. It only seemed to worsen as Pomo grew. The child never overtly fussed or cried, sleeping soundly and cooing gently whenever hungry. Those big eyes always seeming to bore straight through whoever leaned over the basinet to admire them. The child’s mother wished for it all to end, every night she’d pray to any god who would hear her desperate calls. But as she did only further hurting herself, her pleading like whips claiming penitence on her heavy shoulders.

She begged her younger brother to go out and make his dreams come true. “Never let your resolve falter Leone. Ever.” The voice that brought him courage, the broken woman’s words reminding him of the image he so admired once. But in pursuing his career as an officer it would mean less and less time to care for his dwindling sister and her child.

The night she told him the sisters of their local convent would relieve her of her child, the young officer held his sister for hours. The tears they cried filling an endless well of sorrow. It hadn’t brought the relief she thought she would feel, not a feather lighter as her child would be in more capable hands. Caregivers who weren’t afraid to look the toddler in the eyes as they searched your very soul for meaning. At merely four years old dear Pomo lay gently asleep in a different cot, in a stony building smelling of earth, heated by creaky copper pipes while sisters prayed in unison with beaded necklaces intertwining their palms. Praying for deliverance.

Abbacchio came by whenever he could, becoming more and more weary of his actions and the people he swore to protect as his career started to lack the fervour it had when he started out. Seeing Pomo grow into a silent and demure child, laconically learning to read and write, quietly pleading the sisters not to let their touch on their skin linger. Every stroke burning with an unknown memory that someone once held them, just once and decided to never do it again. Their very skin warding off any unwanted contact without even knowing why. A locked memory with a firm grasp on their being.

“Never let your resolve falter, Pomo. Ever.” The last words spoken to the small child before leaving. The lonely child left in the suffocating confines of the convent. Their uncle wouldn’t return for a long time, days spent hoping to see a sliver of his stark hair and bright eyes that had seemed to dull over time. But the child would never forget those words. Not even as the head sister punished them for not answering when spoken to, not when she would order them to remain on the prayer bench for hours as punishment, knees aching to settle as they were forced to remain. Their eyes boring through the other sisters as they came and joined them at their usual hours of worship.

Restraining the stand they were born with from acting out, self control being trained as they kept going, determined to let their uncle’s last words not be wasted on them. In the free time Pomo was allowed, they’d test out whatever the ghostly figure could, standing taller than them with thick black fog-like tentacles resting behind their back. Whatever those touched seemed to shrivel up like roses in wintertime. Pomo was intelligent, interested in more subjects than just his schooling that only seemed to bore them. The ease of the material offering no challenge as they completed tests with full marks, only making the head sister grow suspicious of them and unleashing more punishment.

Men in extravagant suits would visit the convent every so often, hushed whispers as they walked by the child who’d stoically stare as they passed. They’d always ignore them, scared of the glare and aura the child had started emitting. Many of the sisters had rejected the offer to tutor them when the previous one excused herself, feeling too uneasy by Pomo’s being. It didn’t hurt them, they just kept on doing what the sisters asked of them. Stay tidy, study and don’t get in their way. They had accepted their silence and aversion to touch, growing scared to try anything after the entire courtyard greenery was found shrivelled and dead mid spring. Every freshly planted flower grey and sad, the grass as crunchy as if it had just been burned to ashes. Pomo was sat comfortably on the stone bench that was placed there to admire the garden’s beauty. It wasn’t that they wanted it to happen. Someone just came too close and made them panic, not that it was clear to the sister that accidentally grabbed their shoulders while moving past them, the child remained calm, instead letting their stand take care of the burning sensation that crept over their body.

It was one of those days where a well dressed man would come by and whisper secretively with the sisters as they strode towards a private room and remained there until it was time to leave in an equal hurry. But this time a relaxed gentleman stepped out of the room with a large huff, stretching his neck and groaning loudly as he did. The taps of his heeled shiny shoes echoed through the stony arches of the hallway that led to the courtyard where Pomo had been toying a blade of grass between their fingers. Intensely staring at the green colour that stained his pads while their stand loomed over them freely. As the steps drew nearer, the child paid them no mind, instead grabbing a new blade and continuing the process all over. Soft padded steps made their way over casually until a large shadow covered Pomo. Hands rested in his pocked while his arms pushed back the sides of the loose suit jacket. The cigarette dangling from his lips bobbing after he took another intoxicating drag, puffing out the air harshly while peering at the kid.

“And who might you two be?” The man sunk down to a crouch, inspecting a small daisy that stuck out between the sea of green blades. “Pomo.” The child stopped rolling the tuft of grass as they processed his words. Two. Never had they met another who could see the figure that was their only friend. Unsure if the man posed a threat, he exuded a certain cocky confidence they weren’t sure they liked. “Nice to meet you Pomo. That other one looks a bit scary, don’t you think? But then again, you must be too. D’you mind showing me what they can do?” Offering a gentle chuckle as he gently pried, curious to see what this lonesome child could do, never having witnessed someone so young possessing a stand. It sure peaked the man’s interest as he twirled the daisy between his digits.

The amount of precision they possessed shocked him as the daisy was shot with a quick tap of a foggy black tentacle. It crumbled under his pads as he pressed it, letting it fall back onto the earth. Impressed by the ability and thoroughly interested in what it could do for him, the man proceeded. “Have you even killed someone with that?” There was no need to beat around the bush, that much was obvious when the child never seemed to have moved from their position, merely staring at the ground before them. A slow methodical dark tendril crept towards the man, stopping an inch before his polished shoe. Pomo turned their gaze upwards now, offering a look so unreadably neutral it made the man’s heart beat faster in fear, his many years in Passione not having prepared him to face another that lacked fear as much as the child in front of him. “Do you like it here, Pomo?”

A proposal started taking form in the man’s head, one he’d have to discus with his boss before acting on it. “No.” Clear as a bell their voice made a sinister hope grow, a hope that it would only take as little as just asking them to join up with Passione to get his desired answer. As an Advisor he’d have little hurdles in his way before bringing up the idea to his boss, being one of the only few allowed to even directly communicate with the mysterious man. “You seem fearless, to an unsettling degree, kid. If I asked you to kill a guy, would you?” Somehow the direct communication had been the most pleasant conversation Pomo has had in a few years, be it of a morally ambiguous subject, but refreshing to have another respect their space and not be afraid to ask what they desired of them.

“Are they bad?” The amount of troubling honesty behind the child’s harsh gaze making the man believe he’d met his fate, it had been like Pomo was asking if he deserved to live another moment, their stand still remaining at the tip of his shoe. “Not in their own opinion.” Clearing his throat to regain any sort of confidence, the kid’s eyes skipping through the pages of his soul, weighing his sins and good deeds. In reality they were doing no such thing, only weighing their options, grown tired of the convent and its inhabitants, aching to find any sort of family or support without even knowing it. “Ok.” As they gave their answer they chose to retract their stand, ending the conversation without another word. The Advisor’s sigh of relief deeper than any he had before, glad to be able to continue living.

The Boss was feeling generous, letting his Advisor know that placing the child amongst the men of La Squadra Esecuzioni could serve them well, perhaps make them regain any semblance of respect in the organisation. Opting out of putting their deadly stand in his personal Unità Speciale, fearing the effects of Cioccolata or Secco would build a threat larger than himself. Pomo agreed immediately, knowing it would be best to leave the sisters behind to pray for the child’s deliverance. Making their own money, be it a scanty salary, living with a group of other misfits and taking care of jobs here and there did not sound like the worst future for them. The sisters, terrified at the transfer, having no clue what the mafia would even want with the child, did not let the only person on the outside that cared for them know about the move. Too afraid of the consequences.

But after joining with Bucciarati, Abbacchio held great shame, afraid to face his sister’s child with those eyes that understood too much at such a young age. Fearing any visit would involve them with the tricky business he got entangled in, the little one becoming a distant and painful memory. If only he knew.

Further events take place after part 5 where everyone survives and La Squadra works under Don Giovanna. At Risotto’s request Pomo was left out of the fights regarding Trish and the Bucci gang.

While out with Melone to buy some more markers, Abbacchio felt like he’d seen a ghost. The familiar figure of his sister’s child standing next to a Passione assassin Bruno had fought not that long ago while he excitedly pointed out stuffed animals through the toyshop’s window. “Pomo?” Abbacchio had crept closer, carefully assessing if it were smart to approach. Melone had turned before Pomo could, eyeing the familiar gangster before him. “What do you need with Pomo?” Melone’s features hardened into a scowl while searching for their hand. All Pomo could do was stare up at their uncle they hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.

“What’s going on, is everything alright Pomo?” That deep voice reminding them of when he last visited, the voice that told them to never let their resolve falter, ever. “First of all, answer my question. What do you want with them?” Melone stepped forward, never one to initiate conflicts but needing an explanation as to why Leone Abbacchio knew their teammate that had explicitly never been in contact with his side of Passione. “That’s my sister’s kid. Step down you idiot. I’m not here to start shit. Now answer me; what are they doing with you?” Abbacchio growled back at the lithe man, searching Pomo’s eyes for an answer. “Pomo is part of our team. Been so for almost a year now.” He calmed down as he remembered all the fond memories they’d made together, even after the horrible fights with the other gangster’s team.

The amount of shock and confusion Abbacchio felt was immeasurable. After many “what”’s and “how”’s Melone calmly explained that Pomo had quite the powerful stand and still wanted to be part of their squad. “We ask every once in a while if they still want this. Never said no so far.” Melone practically beamed, the other man still trying to process the explanation. Pomo quickly understood their uncle’s position as well, clearly another member of Passione as they connected the dots. That small kid has never hurt anyone -that he knew of- and now they’re an assassin already in possession of a stand? What the actual fuck. His knees began to feel weak, looking for support as he slid down the toyshop’s windowsill. “I’m sorry.” Hands scrambling at his scalp while he stared at the ground, despair filling every inch of his being. Another person he cared about thrown into the complicated landscape of Passione.

The little one reached out their hand at the man that had meant so much to them, one of the only ones to ever offer the child any semblance of a connection. Until Pomo met their new family. A soft pat on the uncle’s platinum strands, grazing the man’s overworked hands. Melone felt his intrusion, staring off into the crowd as he kept some distance, sure to be within ample reach; should anything happen.

Abbacchio had grown so much, learned that his life was worth living. Following his sisters’s advice to strengthen his resolve and to never let it falter like he did before joining Passione. But this one memory, this one being of the past had made its way back. The child he so lovingly took care of and the pain he felt to have left them behind crashing through him as he sat there. Remembering his capo’s words, his kindness and that look of care and understanding making him reach up to the little hand. Memories of them fussing over touches reminding him a hug wasn’t possible. As his eyes met Pomo’s, the ones that always understood the ones they looked in but never let you know what was being kept behind their own. “I’m sorry for leaving you.” He uttered, the small hand getting enveloped in his bigger ones, begging them for forgiveness. “I’ve missed you.” the child spoke, their expression ever unchanging as Abbacchio felt tears flood his eyes and spill onto his cheeks. The purple haired man that had been following along from a distance couldn’t help but blink away his feelings, pitying the small one.

“Never let your resolve falter.” Pomo repeated. The words they’d clung to, any semblance of purpose all pinned on the only advice they’ve ever received. “Ever.” Abbacchio replied, squeezing the small hand between his before wiping away the tears, his actions were forgiven but not forgotten. “Are you ready, kid?” Melone stepped back into reach, offering a hand to the man he’d called an enemy not too long ago, helping him up. A quick nod from the child, a sliver of relief finally being felt, their uncle was still safe and alive. “You know where to find us. Don’t hesitate to come.” Waving goodbye as they entered the store, Melone offering as much assurance he could muster for his now-colleague. But mostly in awe of the child’s strength, they really were something else, huh.

[ddixons-angel]

Fated: Season 6

Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.

Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC

Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)

A/N: Hi hi!! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, regardless of whether you celebrate the holidays or not! ^^ Now that we’re back to Monday, you know what that means... a new chapter! This one, we’re finally back into the flow of the actual show :D Please let me know what you thought of this chapter, it’s actually of my favorite episode haha 

Chapter 10

The sun’s rays peek through the curtains of Gloria and Daryl’s shared bedroom, disturbing her from her sleep as the rays of light hit her face. Gloria wiggles in their bed as she wakes up, blinking the sleep away from her eyes. She looks to the side and smiles lazily at Daryl who’s already awake laying next to her. He was always able to somehow wake up right before her.

“Mornin’ sunshine.” he greets her with a kiss to the forehead.

Gloria giggles then wraps her arms around his neck, "morning, sweetheart," she whispers as pulls him down for a kiss. 

Daryl smiles into the kiss but then pulls back slightly, hovering over her with a smirk on his face, “Ya needy,” he pecks her lips teasingly, “last night wasn’ enough for ya?”

His words earn him a playful glare from her as she nips his bottom lip. Daryl chuckles at her before pressing his lips on hers again. He kisses her deeply, earning a soft moan from Gloria as she closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on hers. She whines when he suddenly pulls away from her, getting up from the bed to get dressed. 

“I should get ready for my run with Rick.” he says, his back was facing her but she could hear the smirk in his voice. 

She throws a pillow at him, hitting him in the arm, “you tease.” 

Gloria sits up on the bed and hugs a pillow to her chest as Daryl puts on his clothes. He turns around as he buckles up his pants and looks at her.

“Ya just gonna stay in bed all day an’ wait for me to come back?” he teases with a side smile.

Gloria rolls her eyes and scoffs, “you really think you’re that good?” She gets up as well, grabbing her clothes off the ground and getting dressed herself. 

“Tha’s what ya were telling me las' night.” Daryl shoots back.

His words cause her face to blush a bright red as she remembers the previous night; she’d been extra affectionate with him after their little Korean lesson. She opens her mouth to retort but isn’t able to come up with anything. Instead, she huffs and leaves the room once she’s dressed. Daryl snickers at her reaction and follows her out, catching her in a hug from behind. 

“Why ya gettin’ all shy when ya were so wild just a few hours ago?” he whispers in her ear. 

She blushes even more and nudges him, “Stop.”

It was mornings like this that she loved. Even though Daryl was going out of his way to embarrass and tease her, it made her happy that he was this playful with her. It was especially rare that he was this bold and Gloria knew that he was this way only around her. 

Daryl spins her around to face him and plants a gentle kiss on her forehead, “I love ya.”

Gloria giggles and wraps her arms around his neck, “I love you too.”

---

As planned, Rick and Daryl had left on their supply run. Gloria was the one handling the gate when they left, letting them out. She had to hold her laughter as Eugene gave them a list of things to look out for, using terminology she couldn’t even understand, but Daryl and Rick’s faces as they tried to comprehend him were just priceless. Around an hour after they had left, Spencer comes up to the gate with a shovel strapped to his back. 

“Open the gate, please.” he says more as a request than a question.

“Are you going out there alone?” Gloria asks back, furrowing her brows.

“Yes, I am.” he tells her, matter-of-factly.

Gloria glances behind him, noticing the shovel and sighs. She understands what he wants to do, so without asking any more questions, she begins to open the gate. Her actions make Spencer frown in confusion, not expecting it to be this easy to have her let him out.

“You’re really going to let me go out there on my own without even asking me what I’m doing?” he asks.

“I already know what you want to do and even if I didn’t, there’s no way I can stop you. You’ve been sneaking out when whoever’s guarding the gates refuse to let you out anyway.” she tells him.

“Y-you noticed...” Spencer gawks at her, surprised.

“I’m not the only one,” she informs. 

Gloria steps to the side of the open gate, giving him access to the outside. He nods to her and begins to walk outside.

“Hey, Spencer?” she calls out to him and he turns to look at her, “bring her back, she should be buried behind these walls, she belongs here.”

Spencer ponders her words, his lips pursed as he nods then continues on his way. Gloria closes and locks the gate behind him. When the herd had roamed the streets of Alexandria, Deanna had gotten bit while trying to get back to the safety of her home and Gloria had noticed none of the graves were marked by her name. 

Shortly after, Michonne walks up to the gate equipped with her sword, “did you let Spencer outside?”

“You say that like he’s a dog,” Gloria chuckles, “but yeah, I did.”

“Did he say what he was going out for?” Michonne asks.

Gloria shakes her head, “no, but I know why he went out there. I know you know why too.”

Michonne sighs at this and nods, then she gestures to the gate, “I’m going after him.”

“You don’t think he can handle himself?” Gloria says, but she steps to open the gate anyway.

“I don’t think he should be out there by himself, if and when he finds her, he might not be able to put her down...” Michonne says, pursing her lips.

Gloria sighs and nods, “yeah... you be careful out there, too.”

Michonne smiles stiffly and nods before walking out of the gated community. Gloria shuts the gate and locks it after she’s out, only to open it again for her and Spencer a few hours later when they both return with Deanna’s corpse. Michonne stays with Gloria at the gates as Spencer carries his mother’s body towards the graveyard.

“Should we help him?” Gloria asks.

“No... I think this is something he wants to do on his own,” Michonne says with a sigh.

---

Gloria had made her way to Deanna’s grave to pay her respects for the woman after Eugene had relieved her of her shift. She stands in front of the grave and smiles softly as she sees that Spencer buried her right beside Reg. 

“Thank you, for everything you’ve done for us, Deanna.” she says softly. 

She hears footsteps approaching from behind her and she glances back to see Spencer coming to the grave with a bundle of flowers in his hand. He smiles softly at her and places the bundle right in front of the wooden cross. 

“I don’t think I’ve said this yet... I’m sorry for what happened to her.” Gloria tells him.

Spencer smiles softly and nods, “I’m sorry about Gena as well,” he then looks at her with a sincere expression, “I wanted to thank you, Gloria.”

She raises her brow at him in confusion, “for what?”

“For telling me to bring her back here. I was just gonna find a spot out there and bury her somewhere outside these walls.” he admits.

“Deanna built this place with Reg, it would just be wrong to have them buried anywhere but here.” Gloria tells him.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think like that before, but you’re right,” he pauses then pulls Gloria into him for a hug, “thank you, for letting me realize that.”

The movement is quick and spontaneous so Gloria wasn’t able to react as he hugs her tight. 

“Thank you...” he whispers, emotion thick in his voice.

Gloria lets out a small sigh and pats his back gently. She wasn’t very comfortable with hugging him since she barely knew him, but she wasn’t going to push him away either, he had just lost his mother. 

She had gotten out of it as she told Spencer that she needed to check up on something at the infirmary so that he would let her go. That was where she found out from Denise that Rick and Daryl had brought a man back but he was unconscious. 

“Unconscious? What happened?” Gloria asks her, crossing her arms.

“Rick said he took a pretty hard hit to the head by a truck door, or something like that. He’s okay, didn’t seem to have any other serious injuries, might have a minor concussion though.” Denise informs.

Gloria nods then looks around, frowning when she sees that the patient beds are empty, “so.. Where is he?”

“Daryl took him to our jail,” Denise tells her, “oh, before you go, I should let you know that Daryl didn’t seem to be in a good mood, he said something about the guy being the reason why their run didn’t work out? Just figured you should know that.”

“Alright, thanks for the heads up.” Gloria smiles at her then leaves the infirmary.

She goes back to their house to find Daryl, she figured that if he wasn’t in a good mood, he’d come to find her first. However, her thought process was apparently wrong when she found the house empty. Pursing her lips, she goes out to the porch where she spots Rick walking down the street.

“Hey, Rick!” she calls out, walking towards him, “do you know where Daryl is?”

He nods pointedly down the street, “taking guard at the jail.” 

Gloria smiles and nods at him, thanking him before going off to find her archer. She runs off in the direction of the house they first kept Rick when he went rogue that one day, finding Daryl seated on the steps fiddling with his fingers. 

“Hey you,” she calls out when she reaches him, she sits down beside him, “you okay?”

Daryl hums and nods, “yeah...”

“You sure? You don’t exactly seem okay,” Gloria calls him out.

“‘M fine...” he persists, “saw ya with Spencer earlier... what’d he want?”

“He just buried Deanna...” she informs him, “he went outside the walls to bring her back, wanted to comfort him, give him my condolences.”

He looks down and mumbles, “ya didn’ have to hug him...”

“Are you...jealous?” Gloria teases and she grins when she sees how his face turns pink, “yeah, you’re totally jealous.”

“I ain’.” he denies.

“Okay, you’re not jealous.” Gloria nods, a cheeky smile on her face, “then you won’t mind if I go to comfort him some more.”

She starts to get up but Daryl pulls her back down and wraps his arms around her, a physical indication that he was definitely jealous. His actions make Gloria giggle, she’s never seen him so protective of her this way before and deep down, she absolutely loved it.

“You’re so adorable.” she says, kissing his cheek.

Daryl rolls his eyes, “am not.”

Knowing that she’s never going to win that argument, she changes the subject, “so who’d you bring back?”

“Some asshole who tried to take our truck.” Daryl tells her.

“He tries to take your truck so you run him over with it?” Gloria raises her brow, trying to understand the story fully.

“Nah, me an’ Rick found this truck full o’ food but this asshole stole it from us, we chased him down an’ got it back but he somehow climbed on the damn roof. I wanted to chase him down and beat his ass but then the truck rolled into a lake.” he sighs as he remembers the events of his day.

Gloria blinks at his story, taking in what he just told her, “so... you’re telling me he climbed on the roof of the truck without you or Rick noticing?”

“Yep.” Daryl says.

“Man must be a ninja or something.” she says, making Daryl snort out a laugh, “if he was trying to steal from you two, why even bring him back? He could be a threat.”

Daryl shrugs, “‘t was Rick’s idea, I wanted to put him up a tree.”

“A tree?” Gloria chuckles.

“He was able to get on our moving truck even after we tied him up, he can get himself out a tree. Man even calls himself Jesus, he woulda been fine.” Daryl rants. 

“Really, he calls himself Jesus?” she gawks at him.

“Yeah, prolly ‘cause he has a beard and long hair.” he says, then gets up from the porch, “should go check on him, see if he woke up.”

Gloria gets up as well, following Daryl into the house. When the two of them are inside though, they freeze when they see that the room is empty. They look at each other then bolt out of the house altogether. There was a stranger loose in Alexandria at night who knew how to fight and sneak right out from under Daryl’s nose. They had to find him or things could get really bad. 

Gloria and Daryl split up to find the man. Glenn and Maggie are outside tending to the gardens when they see Gloria frantically going around, looking for something. They go up to her to find out what was wrong. 

“Hey, sis, everything okay?” Glenn asks.

“Have you two seen a man who looks like Jesus?” Gloria asks seriously.

Both Glenn and Maggie blink at her in confusion, they share a look as Maggie shakes her head and Glenn verbally tells her ‘no’.

“What’s this about?” Glenn frowns.

“Daryl and Rick brought someone back from their run, they were in the jail but now they’re gone and no one knows where he is.” Gloria explains.

Hearing this worries Glenn and Maggie as well and they all split up to find this potentially dangerous man. Eventually, they find him sitting on the stairs of Rick’s house. Carl was already pointing a gun at the intruder as he asks him what he’s doing in his house.

“I’m uh, sitting on the steps, looking at this painting, waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed. Hi, I’m Jesus.”  the man says.

His words confuse everyone as from their knowledge, Lori was dead. Their confusion is soon cleared though when the door opens and Rick and Michonne emerge from Rick’s bedroom. Daryl has his gun up, pointed at Jesus, fixated on the man. Gloria and Glenn lower their weapons as they look at each other, the siblings share a look and have to keep themselves from laughing at Rick and Michonne for getting caught.

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Next Chapter

I really loved this episode, there was just a completely different feel to it and their introduction for Jesus was perfect hehe I hope I did it justice! Please let me know what you thought of it ^^ 

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[sparkandwolf]

Platonic Absolutes (read on ao3)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale and Laura Hale & Stiles Stilinski Rating: General Summary: When Stiles first met Laura, there was no doubt in his mind that their soul bond wasn’t meant to be anything but platonic. He had heard of that happening, that the marks on a person’s body could mean they had a soulmate by any meaning of the word, and was momentarily disappointed that his meant a lifetime best friend.

Then he realized that Laura was the most incredible woman he had ever met. If it wasn’t for the fact she was very, very, gay, he would’ve fallen in love with her the moment she barged into his life.Hale.

For the fantastic @evanesdust ♥️ Thank you for your support and creating such incredible content for us! 

When Stiles first met Laura, there was no doubt in his mind that their soul bond wasn’t meant to be anything but platonic. He had heard of that happening, that the marks on a person’s body could mean they had a soulmate by any meaning of the word, and was momentarily disappointed that his meant a lifetime best friend. Then he realized that Laura was the most incredible woman he had ever met. If it wasn’t for the fact she was very, very, gay, he would’ve fallen in love with her the moment she barged into his life. 

Laura took some convincing, though. Stiles helped her through a sexuality crisis - “Maybe I do like men.” “Does the fact I have a penis excite you?” “Absolutely not.” “You’re a lesbian, Laura.” - before they settled on getting to know each other before they pushed aside their fated connection as a mistake. Stiles researched and studied until he found a history book on platonic soulmates; a person who was meant to be in your life as a confidant, an unrelenting support, and a shoulder to cry on whenever the other needed it. Stiles could be that for Laura and he wanted to be that for her. 

It was solidified the first time she had him over to her mansion-sized house in the middle of the woods a few miles outside of the town he grew up in. He had heard of the Hale’s - it was hard to not know everyone in such a close-knit town, especially when his dad was the sheriff - and the legacy that they brought to Beacon Hills. The family had been in the town since its founding and there were rumors that Stiles didn’t want to repeat (mostly about incest and immortality) that were quickly stricken from his mind the second he entered their home. 

“Mom, Dad, this is Stiles, my completely platonic soulmate,” Laura said carefully as if her family hadn’t believed her the first hundred times she told them. Stiles held out his hand but was quickly pulled into a tight hug that could only be described as motherly. 

“Oh, Mr. Stilinski, it’s so nice to finally be introduced to you!” Mrs. Hale said as she held Stiles by his shoulders, shooting a glare at her daughter. “We’ve heard so much about you,” she added with a wink that had Stiles’ face reddening. 

“You have already technically met him, Talia,” Laura’s dad chimed in as he extended his hand to Stiles. He shook it steadily, wincing a bit at the tight squeeze of her father’s hand. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Hale, you have a beautiful home,” Stiles commented cheerfully, grinning at them with teeth shining. 

“Oh, please, son,” Mrs. Hale said with a wave of her hand. “I’m Talia, and my husband here is Evan. You’re gonna be around for the long haul it seems, so you might as well drop the niceties,” Mrs. Hale - Talia - corrected as she made her way into the kitchen area. Laura rolled her eyes and grabbed Stiles’ hand before he could say much more and dragged him further into the living room. 

Stiles glanced around, but his gaze froze on the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his short life. There was no doubt in Stiles’ mind that he was Laura’s brother, the one she had spoken fondly and annoyingly about. They shared the same sharp features and dark hair and he looked just as broody as Laura had described him. The muscles in his back and arms rippled from where he attempted to hang a family photo while their younger sibling directed him with a smirk on her face. 

“C’mon, Derek, I know you’re not straight, but you can at least hang a picture that way!” Laura yelled, her laugh only loudening when her brother - Derek - shot a glare over his shoulder. 

“Like you could do a better job, Lo,” he spat back, letting go on the frame and nodding at it before it fell to the side and swung back and forth. He let out a loud groan and ran a hand through his hair before pointing at his sisters accusingly. “You guys figure it out. I have a pa-- plans with… people,” he said carefully when he finally noticed Stiles in the room. 

“You’ve got a pack meeting with Isaac, Boyd, and Erica,” Stiles corrected with a nonchalant gesture of his hand. Derek gaped at him and then his eyes darted to Laura who was barely containing her delight. 

“You told him?” Derek asked, taking a few steps closer to Laura who held up her hands in defense. 

“Hey, I’m stuck with him as much as the rest of us. He already knew about wolves because of his dad so I figured I’d bite the silver bullet and let him in on the family secret,” Laura said with a shrug. 

Derek glanced back over at Stiles before saying, “And he knows not to tell anyone?” Derek said with a heat in his eyes Stiles couldn’t quite explain. The look had his spine tingling with interest. 

“Cross my heart and hope to get mauled by feral werewolves, Sourwolf,” Stiles said with a wink that only seemed to annoy Derek further. 

“He’s harmless, Der. Just give him a chance, okay? We’re fated, or so they tell me,” Laura responded, tossing an arm over Stiles’ shoulder and pulling him close. His soul seemed to sing at the acceptance and he settled his arm around her waist happily. 

“Right, well,” Derek began, grabbing a leather jacket that hung from the coat rack, “I’ll be back for dinner because apparently, our mother wants to pull out all the stops to impress the human.” Stiles was momentarily offended by the disgust in Derek’s voice but he remembered what Laura had told him about her brother. He took a while to trust people because of some tragic past event but once he did, he would protect that person with his entire life. Stiles admired that more than he could say. 

“Tell the pack I said hi!” Cora called as Derek lifted his arms to put on his coat. Stiles felt disappointment surge through him when he saw the small mark on his hip that could only mean he had a soulmate. Leave it to Stiles to find the most perfect person he could have wished for only to have his dreams squashed before he could even figure out what they meant. 

“I’ll tell Isaac you said hello,” Derek teased as he stepped out of the door without hearing Cora curse at him. Although Stiles was pretty sure werewolf hearing was a superpower and that he was just so used to his sisters swearing at him, he didn’t need to respond to win whatever argument he had just started. 

“Got any other family members I need to worry about?” Stiles asked as Laura moved him over to the couch. She shrugged and grabbed the remote, tossing on some dumb reality TV show he had realized Laura found authentic entertainment in. 

“Uncle Peter will probably try to hit on you at dinner, but he’s relatively harmless,” Cora noted from where she had settled on one of the many chairs that littered the living room. 

“Relatively?” Stiles repeated and the girl’s laughter did nothing to relieve his anxiety. 

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The rest of the afternoon was surprisingly normal. Stiles wasn’t sure what to expect when meeting his platonic soulmate’s family, who happened to be made up of supernatural beings, but relaxing definitely hadn’t come to mind. That’s exactly what it had been, though. He lounged on the sofa with Laura, draped over each other the way they usually were - Laura had said it was something about scent and how if he wanted to be protected, he would need the Hale smell on him - and every so often, Cora, Talia, or Evan would come in and get to know Stiles a little more. 

He told them all about his childhood and how he hadn’t changed much since then, which none of them were too surprised about. He recounted memories of his father being the sheriff and his mother and her untimely death, all of which had Talia gazing at him with sympathy that had tied his stomach in knots. In return, they told him stories of their territory battles and how Beacon Hills law enforcement had always worked side by side with them. Stiles was glad there wouldn’t be an issue between their families as he had previously worried. 

Throughout the afternoon, he had to push thoughts of Derek out of his mind. Their interaction had been short and not at all sweet, but something about the man had Stiles’ eyes darting to the door as if waiting for him to return. He said he would be back for their dinner and Talia had just announced that it was about 15 minutes from being done, so his fingers tapped anxiously on his knees as he tried his hardest to breathe. 

“Alright, what the hell is going on with you?” Laura asked once they were alone in the living room. Cora had been tasked to set the table while Talia and Evan worked on finishing the meal and Stiles was all alone with someone who could read him like a book. 

He sighed and said, “I’m a little nervous for this dinner.” It was a lie and judging by the glare that Laura gave him, she sniffed it out immediately. 

“You haven’t been nervous the entire time you’ve been hanging out with my family, so there’s something else,” Laura guessed. Just as Stiles was about to deny, the front door flung open and Stiles shot up from his seat to greet the new guest he had hoped was Derek. He was, once again, disappointed when the person who sauntered in wasn’t the man he was waiting for. 

“Who is this delectable little thing?” The man said and Stiles furrowed his eyebrows in distaste. Laura groaned from beside him and took a protective step forward. 

“This is Stiles. Stiles, my uncle Peter. He’s going to go tell my parents he’s here and stop licking his muzzle in the direction of my soulmate,” Laura said sharply, raising an intimidating eyebrow at Peter. He sighed but relented, floating over to the kitchen without another glance back. “You thought that was gonna be Derek,” Laura accused as she turned toward Stiles and pressed a stiff finger against his chest. 

“I wasn’t expecting your creepy uncle, that much is for sure. What is his problem?” Stiles asked as a lame attempt to bring the conversation back away from who he may or may not have hoped was coming through the door. 

“Peter is Peter. Harmless but a lot to get used to,” Laura said with a roll of her eyes. She pushed her finger further into Stiles’ chest and asked, “Were you hoping that was gonna be Derek?” 

Stiles sighed, exasperated, and pushed her hand away. “So what if I did?” Stiles asked heatedly, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s got a soulmate that isn’t me because I’m stuck with your sorry ass and I’m allowed to find people who look like him attractive.” 

“Derek doesn’t--” She stopped whatever she was about to admit and sighed heavily. “I can’t believe my platonic soulmate has the hots for my brother,” she said with a cringe. Stiles shoved her playfully and Laura’s eyes lit up golden before she pushed him back just a little too hard. He started falling backward, tripping over his feet because his balance was honestly laughable, and braced himself for impact to the hardwood floor. Instead, he fell into a hard wall and warm, solid arms wrapped around his waist. 

“Aren’t you trying to keep the human alive?” Derek’s voice chimed from behind him. Stiles was momentarily stunned by the feeling of Derek’s arms holding up that he forgot how to stand until Derek pushed him back to his feet. He stumbled forward into Laura who growled at him in response. 

“At the moment, I’m debating on just killing him and having him for dinner instead of the pot roast Mom made us,” Laura said with a glare at Stiles. Derek seemed to freeze at Laura’s words which didn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the room. Laura said quickly, “Derek, I didn’t mean--” 

“It’s fine, Lo. I’m gonna go get changed for dinner,” Derek dismissed as he bounded up the stairs. Stiles turned toward Laura and saw an excessive amount of guilt on her face. 

“What was that?” Stiles asked carefully, resting a comforting hand on Laura’s shoulder. Her eyes didn’t stray for the staircase Derek had disappeared from until she shook her head and took a deep breath in. 

“That was me taking our soul bond for granted,” Laura whispered as she pulled Stiles into a tight hug. He could practically feel his bones crush with the force of it and choked out a nervous laugh as he patted Laura on the back. 

“Puny human, here. Can’t take much more of--” Laura let go and Stiles inhaled deeply to catch his breath. Laura glanced at him apologetically before pushing past Stiles to move toward the kitchen. “Wait, Laura, I can feel the guilt echoing off of you. What do you think you did wrong?” Stiles asked, grabbing for Laura’s hand. She shook it away before staring at Stiles with the most serious expression he had ever seen from her. 

“I know I did something wrong and I need you to not ask questions, okay? It’s Derek’s story and if he trusts you enough, he’ll tell you,” Laura decided with a nod. Stiles agreed and pulled her in for one more hug before she dragged him to the kitchen. “Ma, Daddio, Derek’s home so we should sit,” she said as if nothing was weighing on her. Stiles wondered if he would ever get used to being so attuned to her vast array of emotions. 

“I hope you like to eat, Stiles, Mom’s made enough to feed an army!” Cora joked as she made her way to the table balancing two plates expertly in her hands. Stiles reached for one to assist her and Cora beamed a smile at him. He took a moment to notice just how beautiful the entire family was and thought that fate must have known he’d never have a chance with Laura which was why their bond was strictly platonic. 

Derek chose that moment to walk in, a much neater outfit on his body. Stiles found himself annoyed at how quickly his heart skipped a beat at the new view. Derek was wearing black jeans that rested snug on his hips and a dark blue t-shirt, but somehow he still looked dressed up. Laura nudged her hip against his and Derek smiled over at her like it was all they needed to forgive and forget. She made her way over to where Stiles stood frozen and flicked at his chin causing him to smack her hand. 

“Close your mouth, Stilinski. Werewolf dens aren’t immune to fly infestations,” Laura teased with a wink. Stiles rolled his eyes at her but made sure his lips were pressed together tightly as he rested the plate on the table. He pulled out the seat beside Laura and before he could sit down, Cora slid into place, thanking Stiles as if he had prepared the chair just for her. 

“I have to sit next to my dad,” Cora supplied as if it was the truth, “since I’m such a daddy’s girl.” Laura cackled beside her and Stiles pretended not to notice the sly smile on Derek’s face from where he had sat down. With Laura and Cora on one side of the table, their parents on either end and Peter taking the only other chair that seemed appropriate for Stiles, he had no choice but to occupy the seat next to Derek. Great. 

The moment he sat down, Peter chimed in, “So, Stiles Stilinski. Tell us more about yourself.” Stiles wasn’t sure how such a normal command sounded so gross coming from Peter’s lips. He glanced around the table and caught Laura’s eyes, hoping the stare was enough of a plea for help for her to intervene. 

“He’s not my boyfriend, Uncle Peter. The interrogation isn’t necessary,” she said with an expert roll of her eyes. 

“Then is he single?” Peter asked, staring Laura down like Stiles was some sort of competition. Stiles felt immediately uneasy until Laura’s chest rumbled lowly. 

“Peter, please. The boy has just turned 18,” Talia chastised, but there was no heat in it. Stiles didn’t think it was possible for her to be an alpha with the kindness she had displayed.

“18 means legal big sister,” Peter said as he took a sip of the wine Stiles wasn’t sure he should be drinking. He shuddered when he thought of how even more brash Peter could be with a bottle of wine in his system. “I’m not asking for me, anyway,” Peter said with a shrug, leaning forward to glance over at Derek. 

“Can’t we just have one dinner without you making-- No, wait,” Laura said, interrupting herself as she grabbed a shovel of mashed potatoes, “I take that back. Can’t we just have one dinner without you? Full stop.” Peter scowled at her, but Stiles was a little too focused on how he went out of his way to look at Derek. He didn’t know much about werewolves, but there must have been something obvious in the air for Peter to make such a large jump when he had only been in the house for that short of a time. 

“Stiles, we are dying to know,” Talia began as she put way too many peas onto his plate. Her smile was too bright and the food smelled too delicious for him to ask her to stop. “How did your father react when he found out Laura was your soulmate?” 

“Platonic soulmate,” Laura was quick to interject. Derek huffed out a laugh beside him and Stiles couldn’t help but smile at the sound. 

Stiles ignored the outburst and said, “Well, at first, he was confused. From his history with your family, he was pretty sure Laura was… not interested.”

“Which is very true,” Laura interrupted again. Stiles threw a pea at her, ignoring her cry of protest before he continued. 

“Then he was just amused because, and I think this is a direct quote, ‘she’s going to chew you up and spit you out and you’re going to let her’,” Stiles finished with a wink at Cora. She blushed and laughed, hiding her face when her dad shot an accusatory glance at her. 

“Our Laura would never,” Talia said but it was clear in her tone that she figured that’s exactly what would have happened if their soulmate bond was anything more than platonic. Stiles still thought that she was gonna destroy him any chance she got, but she didn’t scare him much anymore. He knew she was secretly looking for acceptance and Stiles was the one to give her that unconditionally. 

“Speaking of spitting,” Peter said with a sly grin on his face. At that comment, Derek’s growl seemed to echo around the room. 

“Peter,” he said so lowly that Stiles almost missed it even though he was sitting right next to Derek. Peter must have heard it loud and clear judging by the way his face turned to stone. It was almost like--

“Of course, Alpha,” Peter spat, slamming his fork down on the plate. “I wouldn’t want to challenge you for a mate again. We all know how that went last time,” Peter said and Stiles was sure he could hear a pin drop with the silence that enveloped the room. Before he could try to break the tension with one of his jokes, Laura shot out of her seat, wielding a steak knife in her hand, and if Stiles had thought she was intimidating before, he was positive of it then. 

“Laura, no.” Stiles almost didn’t recognize the voice as Talia’s, the stern tone and growl that seemed to rumble table so unlike what he had seen from her before. 

“He knows it’s off limits, Mom. He’s lucky we even let him in here after what he did to--”

“Laura, enough!” Talia shouted, her eyes flashing red as Laura seemed to crumble back into her seat. Stiles could feel her submission through their bond and it knocked the breath out of him. It wasn’t until Derek’s hand rested on his shoulder that he was able to gulp in enough air to have his head stop spinning. 

“Peter--” Evan spat, but before he could continue, Derek was shaking his head and standing. His eyes darted from each face at the table, skipping Peter’s but lingering a little longer on his than Stiles thought was warranted. There was something about the way Derek’s palm slid from the fabric of his shirt and down his arm before resting at his side that had a chill racing down Stiles’ body. 

“I’m gonna go for a run or-- Just, enjoy your meal,” Derek muttered. He glanced at Stiles and whispered, “It was nice to meet you. I’m glad Laura has--” his breath stuttered, “--has someone.” Stiles nodded and watched Derek until he reached the door, hoping he would glance back so Stiles could take it as an invitation and follow him. His hand hesitated on the doorknob, but he pulled the door open and shut it softly behind him. 

“Mom, as a member of your pack and your daughter, I can’t keep staying silent while Peter hurts my brother,” Laura said, her voice surprisingly steady as her eyes flashed. Talia nodded and held eye contact with Evan like a silent agreement was being made between them. He wondered if that’s how all romantic soulmates were with each other and felt his heart constrict at the fact that may never apply to him. 

Laura was staring at him when he looked away from her parents and he realized they had it, too. He knew every emotion that was swirling around inside of her - the hurt, the sadness, the sheer anger directed at Peter, they want to follow where her brother had disappeared to - like it was his own and rested a hand against the mark on his skin. It was something he had resented for so long when he met Laura and figured out she wouldn’t be the love of his life. He couldn’t find himself to hate it at that moment, though. Not when his heart yearned for Derek and the family he had only just met. 

“I’ve allowed you in this pack, Peter, because you are blood. You are the only family from my past that I have left,” Talia began as she stood, shuffling over to Peter to hold his face in her hands, “but the family that is my future can never accept you as theirs.” Peter blanched at the statement as if he had never thought Talia would say those words. Stiles didn’t have it in him to feel bad after what he had just witnessed. 

“You can’t be serious, Lia. I can’t control how your little brat feels about his past. You all treat him as if his past will haunt him forever when I’m merely trying to--” 

“Enough,” Talia whispered. Even with the soft tone of her voice, Stiles knew she wouldn’t let him keep speaking. “Peter Hale, you are no longer allowed on the territory of the Beacon Hills Pack, as proclaimed by the Alpha, Talia Hale.” 

Howls erupted through the room and Stiles thought he heard a distant sorrowful one from outside. Laura’s heart burst in her chest and Stiles felt it from where he had pushed back his seat away from the siblings. He shot a glance at her out of the corner of his eye and saw tears bubbling in them. He wasn’t sure he would ever see Laura emotional, but he was glad the first time was for family. Fate had gotten something right when he paired them, Stiles thought happily. 

“I’ll be gone by midnight,” Peter choked out, and then he was gone. The room silenced like a dark cloud had suddenly appeared and Talia dropped into her seat with a sigh. 

“Mom, I--” Laura began, but Talia’s eyes flashed red. Stiles didn’t see anger in them as he expected. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, but from what he had heard from Laura, Peter was the worst person she had ever met and Stiles was glad to be rid of him. Talia might not feel the same as he was family and Stiles couldn’t imagine the pain she must have felt. 

“Derek?” Cora nodded and closed her eyes, her chin tilting down slowly. Stiles knew she was listening for him, trying to sense his mood and whereabouts with her werewolf ability. He would have been impressed if he wasn’t still shocked. 

“He’s at the treehouse,” Cora whispered as she stood. “I can--”

“Can I?” Stiles asked, shooting up from his seat. All four eyes locked on his and he wasn’t sure who to look at it. The bond pulsing on his skin had him subconsciously choosing Laura, which he figured he would have to get used to. “I just-- I don’t know what happened. I don’t need an explanation,” Stiles said quickly as all of their mouths moved to open, “but I would like to talk to Derek. You all saw what I did and for some reason he… trusts me. Can I be the one to make sure he’s okay?”

Talia nodded slowly and rested her hand on Laura’s as if to calm her. He could feel her confusion and what he thought might be jealousy, but he brushed it aside. If he wanted answers, Derek was going to be the one to give them to him. That much was made clear in the last few minutes. 

“Where do I go?” Stiles asked as he reached the door. Laura considered answering him, but Cora beat her to it. 

“Behind the house. Walk directly straight for about a minute and it’ll be on your right. It’s the only treehouse out there,” Cora said. Stiles winked back at her and a blush covered her cheeks as she waved him away. He sent one more glance at Laura and was surprised by her encouraging nod before he shut the door behind him. 

He wasn’t sure what he would say and that was his first problem. He could tell Derek that Peter was kicked out, but by the howl he had heard in the woods, he had already made the connection. He would ask Derek what the hell just happened, but Stiles wasn’t sure brazen was the way to go with Derek. Maybe he would just sit next to him and wait for Derek to do the talking. He thought about that option for a second before remembering the countless times Laura ran conversations with him and he was happy to listen. If he recalled correctly, that day was the first time he had actually heard a full sentence out of Derek in the time he had known Laura. 

All too suddenly, Stiles realized just how different they were. He didn’t know what he felt for Derek or what the night had started, but he wasn’t the kind of person to let it go. He figured Derek might be, but if he thought that Stiles was going to leave without having answers, he had another thing coming. 

“I can hear you thinking from all the way up here,” Derek’s voice split through the silence of the forest. Stiles jumped and held in the yelp that threatened to escape his lips. He heard a small huff of laughter from above and flinched when a rope ladder dropped a few feet in front of him. 

“I thought it was gonna be a lot harder to convince you to let me up there,” Stiles said, huffing as he attempted to climb the rope. He wasn’t out of shape by any means, but climbing was never something he was good at. He remembered being almost as uncoordinated as Erica on the rope at school before she got the bite. 

“You seem like the type that would find his way up even if I didn’t want you here,” Derek noted as he threw his hands on the wooden platform to pull himself fully into the house. He took a deep breath in and sat up so he was facing Derek. He was surprised to see peace in his light eyes that reflected the sunset out the side of the treehouse beautifully. 

“Do you want me here?” Stiles asked carefully, moving to glance at the view. It was breathtaking and not at all what Stiles had expected. The placement was perfect for the sunset peeking through the large trees that surrounded the preserve and shined off the small pond Stiles hadn’t known was hidden behind their home. “Wow,” he couldn’t stop himself from whispering. Derek nodded in agreement and leaned back on his hands. 

After a few moments of silence, Derek said, “I’m not gonna kick you out.” It wasn’t exactly the answer he had wanted, but it was kinder than he expected. He settled back on his hands, matching Derek’s position as they watched the sun fall behind the trees together. “I’m sorry for what happened,” Derek whispered. The admission shocked Stiles more than almost anything had that night. First, because Derek didn’t strike him as an apologetic type, and second, because Derek thought he had anything to apologize for. 

“Your Uncle Peter is a real dick,” Stiles said before he could stop himself. He slammed his palm over his mouth, but before he could apologize, Derek’s laughter filled the air. Stiles pushed back the way his heart seemed to always stutter at the sound. 

“Yeah,” Derek agreed, “he really is.” 

There were a few moments of silence that Stiles used to think of what he could possibly say next. It was obvious there was a story as to why Laura reacted so strongly to Peter and that it was enough to cast Peter out of the town and out of the pack. Stiles didn’t know much about werewolf politics other than what he gathered from the files he had snuck peeks at in the past, but that wasn’t something that was taken lightly. Derek sighed heavily next to him and cleared his throat as darkness fell over them. Stiles was sad to see the sunset disappear, but the stars that started sparkling through the sky almost made the disappearing view worth it. 

“Do you love Laura?” Derek asked and Stiles choked at the question. 

He sputtered out, “Excuse me?” Derek sighed again, more annoyed that time, and turned toward Stiles. 

“I know you’re her soulmate--”

“Platonic,” Stiles interrupted before Derek could finish. Derek shot him a deadly glare which had him pressing his lips together nervously. 

“Even platonic soulmates must feel love for one another, right?” Stiles was a bit scared to speak, so he nodded his head and couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at his lips. “I love Laura, too. She’s my sister, but more than that, she’s the most stubborn, hard headed, independent, kind, strong woman I’ve ever had in my life.” Stiles nodded quickly in return. Laura was the best and they undoubtedly agreed on that. 

“There are times when I wish our bond wasn’t platonic,” Stiles began and Derek’s raised eyebrow told him his interpretation of Stiles’ admission was a lot different than Stiles meant. “No, no, no, I don’t wanna like bang your sister, man,” Stiles said, but at Derek’s blank look, he realized those weren’t exactly the most comforting words either. “What I mean to say,” Stiles took a deep breath, “is that your sister was a surprise to me. Our connection is stronger than I’ve seen with even the most romantic of soulmates. I’m here for the long haul whether you or your family - or anyone else for that matter - like it or not.” 

He said the words with such conviction, he hoped Derek heard the sincerity in them. Even if Derek wasn’t going to bear his soul right then and there to someone he had really just met, he needed Derek to know that he would find out eventually. Derek would trust Stiles implicitly and it was only a matter of time. He had wormed his way into Laura’s life, charmed her into loving him right back, and he would do the same to Derek because he had to. 

It might have been the way his stomach seemed to tremble or the way his heart clenched in his chest or even the way that being so close to Derek with only the night sky giving them any semblance of light had his entire body shivering, as if it anticipated his entire life changing. It could have been the way Derek was watching him so carefully, like he was deciding if Stiles was telling the truth, or the way his shoulders relaxed when he saw whatever he was searching for in Stiles’ gaze. 

“Our family hasn’t had the best luck when it comes to soulmate bonds,” Derek began and Stiles let out the breath he was all too aware he was holding. “My mom never had a soulmate and she was happy about it until she met my dad. His soulmate was the love of his life and my mom sat back and befriended them because she wanted him in her life. When he lost his soulmate to a rogue wolf, he didn’t know how to move on. My mom helped him through it and even though they weren’t fated, they ended up together with the same amount of love most soulmates feel for each other.” 

Stiles nodded and whispered, “That’s incredibly romantic.” Derek laughed in return and shook his head. 

“They had their battles. Mom was an alpha werewolf and dad had barely just been bitten. It was tough for them but they believed that soulmate bonds weren’t the be all end all to how much love someone had to give. It was the only thing that got me through when I--” Derek cleared his throat and Stiles could hear the tears building in his throat. 

“You don’t have to tell me,” Stiles whispered, reaching over to rest his hand on top of Derek’s softly. It was so similar to the way Derek comforted him during dinner and Stiles’ mind reeled with what it could mean. They had only known each other for a few hours at most and they both had eased into comforting one another already. It surprised and intrigued Stiles, but his mind was too focused on the trust that Derek was displaying as he shook his head abruptly. 

“Like you said, you’re here to stay whether we like it or not, right?” Stiles nodded and said nothing further, urging Derek to continue with a squeeze of his hand. “I met my soulmate in high school. Her name is-- was Paige. I knew I was one of the lucky ones to meet my soulmate so early in life. We had the rest of forever to spend with each other and I was so in love with her.” Derek let out a choked laugh and ran his free hand through his hair. He didn’t try to remove his hand from underneath Stiles’ but turned it over instead.  Stiles traced the lines of his palm with his fingertips delicately. 

“So fate got it right?” Stiles asked with a smile. 

Derek nodded and continued, “Everyone thought we were perfect for each other. I was extroverted and sporty, she was more introverted and loved to lock herself in a room to practice her cello. I thrived on time spent with my friends and she loved spending time with just me. We were the definition of opposites attract and we--” He broke off with another shake of his head. “I believed in soulmates just as much as the next person, but I also knew that sometimes fate was wrong.

“I mean, I looked at my parents and how much they loved each other and I would never cheapen that the way others had, but fate had perfected the match between Paige and I. Before we even graduated, we were planning our future together.” He went quiet, staring up at the stars like they held all the answers to a question Stiles was too afraid to ask. The silence in the air was heavy and Stiles broke it with a hefty breath. 

“What happened?” Stiles asked softly, lacing his fingers with Derek to try and provide whatever comfort he could. Derek’s small smile warmed Stiles’ heart as he waited for the story he had been intrigued to hear. 

“Peter happened,” Derek spat before taking a deep breath. “He is only a few years older than me and he set his sights on Paige, too. Even though she was my soulmate, he was sure that her kindness meant that they should be together so he challenged me for her. Soulmate bonds aren’t just for werewolves…” Derek trailed off, gesturing toward Stiles who huffed out a laugh. 

“Obviously,” he agreed with a scrunch of his nose. 

“But werewolves take them more seriously than humans. We mate for life more times than not, but Peter grew up with his sister and her husband defying all of the odds and he just couldn’t let it go.” Stiles could tell that even recalling the event was becoming too much for Derek to handle and opened his mouth to stop him. He didn’t need to hear more if it meant that Derek would continue sounding as broken as he did. Derek squeezed Stiles' hand and leveled him with an almost pleading glance.

“Okay,” Stiles muttered as he prepared himself for what he thought would be a tragic story. 

Derek sat up a little straighter and squeezed Stiles’ hand tighter before he started again, “Peter wasn’t born with a soul mark and to him, that meant his mate was his choosing. It didn’t matter that the person standing in his way was his family - someone I considered my best friend - he was blinded by the good that Paige was that he would never be. Paige didn’t want to tear us apart, but I didn’t realize at that time just how much. She was going to leave Beacon Hills and break our bond so that our family, our pack, wouldn’t be broken. That wasn’t on her, but that’s just who she was a person, you know?” 

“She sounds selfless,” Stiles commented and that made Derek smile again which Stiles was grateful for. 

“She was. And Peter was the opposite. He was waiting outside of her house when she walked out with her bags packed and they had an argument. He said it was innocent - that he was begging her to stay with him - and somehow, the tripped and her head slammed against the stonewall lining her driveway.” Derek shuttered and Stiles had to hold back all of the questions he had. Did he think Peter murdered her? Did he see her? Did he get to say goodbye? 

He stayed mostly silent, muttering a brief, “I’m sorry.” As if it would do anything to ease Derek’s pain. 

“I hated Peter, but he was family and one of the only blood pack members my mother had left. I saw her struggle with the decision to exile him back then and I can’t imagine the hurt she is feeling right now,” Derek said, guilt clear in his tone. He pressed his hand against his heart and Stiles felt his own tightening in his chest. 

“He doesn’t deserve to be here with you,” Stiles said and the words were angrier than he had meant them to be. “I’ve known Laura for a while and the rest of you for only a night, but I knew from the second I met you that the tragedy you went through hasn’t broken you.” Derek looked as if he was about to argue and Stiles took a chance, resting his free palm on Derek’s cheek. He was surprised to find it dry as even Stiles’ eyes were tearing at the story. 

“I tried for so long to push aside the pain and anger I felt toward Peter, but for some reason, I feel ashamed that my past is what tore my family apart,” Derek admitted, looking anywhere but Stiles’ face. The hand that rested on Derek’s cheek pushed just enough for their eyes to connect and Stiles tilted his head consideringly at Derek. 

“Peter tore your family apart by ripping Paige away from you. And from what I saw tonight, he continued to poke and prod at your happiness in order to prove that he was somehow superior. You have done nothing but forgive someone I never would have. In fact,” Stiles said, clearing his throat, “I probably would have punched the guy if it wasn’t for the fact I was meeting your parents for the first time.”

Derek’s laughter was real and raw, only slightly drowned by unshed tears as he asked, “Oh, yeah? What makes you think you would have done any damage?” Stiles considered the question and shrugged. 

“I wouldn’t have made a dent in him. But I’ve been told I’m good at provoking people so best case scenario, he would have gone after me and I had at least 4 werewolves ready to attack when he did,” Stiles said with a coy smile. Derek shook his head and reached up to take Stiles’ hand on his face in his own. 

“We wouldn’t have let anything happen to you,” Derek admitted and Stiles knew it was the truth. 

“Yeah, you wouldn’t have. Just like you wouldn’t have let anything bad happen to Paige and how even through your own suffering, you didn’t let it tear your family apart,” Stiles urged. Stiles was sure if he could see Derek more clearly, there would be a blush on his cheeks and the thought made him a bit giddy even with the heavy conversation behind them. “Look, I don’t know you yet, and there was a while in there where I thought I never would,” Stiles began, holding Derek’s hands tightly in his, “but I would like to. I mean, I know what is possibly the most traumatic thing that ever happened to you, so we can only go up from here, right?” Derek smiled wider and Stiles grinned right back. 

“I don’t see the harm in that,” Derek muttered. He stood up slowly, gesturing to the opening of the treehouse for Stiles to make his way down. “I can hear Laura pacing from out here. We should…” Stiles took Derek��s outstretched hand in his and nodded. 

“Yeah…” Stiles trailed off, pulling Derek back to facing him when he started to drop the ladder. “Hey, Derek?” Stiles asked, gulping when he saw the moonlight reflecting in Derek’s eyes. 

“Stiles,” Derek whispered and Stiles thought that he could get used to Derek saying his name like that. It was soft and sultry when he wasn’t even trying. Stiles briefly considered how it would sound when he did try. 

“Thank you for telling me,” Stiles said, his lips pulling back into a shy smile before he could stop them. Derek huffed out what sounded like a relieved laugh and squeezed Stiles’ hand in his. 

“Laura’s lucky to have you,” Derek responded, but Stiles knew it was as much of a thank you as Derek could probably give. 

“Well, I’m feeling pretty lucky, too,” Stiles muttered as he watched Derek lower himself from the treehouse. He was grateful that his extremely platonic soulmate was Laura because that meant he would never be rid of Derek. Derek who he could see becoming friends with, who he could see annoying until he was red in the face, who he could see himself falling in love with… “Yeah, I’m really lucky.” 

[theyungrose]

Chrysanthemums and Daisies (Roman Reigns/Jey Uso X OC)

Chapter 7: Tyranny and Takedowns

Daisy's anxious feet bounced below her as she watched Reigns v. Owens II from the backstage monitor. She was yet to align any sort of plan in her head of when to run to the ring, or what she would do once she got out there. Regardless, she was ready. She was fully prepared to stand on the front line in the way of imminent danger if it meant redeeming her man. Consequences didn't matter to her, justice always did.

Just then, Daisy glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was 9:54, only 6 minutes left in the show before it went off the air. She had to move quick, her time was now.

She considered coming down from the gorilla as she raced through the twisting corridors, but then she thought better of it and took an alternate route. The TV monitors where the live audience would sit were tall enough to hide her 5'3 frame until she made her move, all that was left was getting into the ring without detection.

Her eyes peeped around the corner of the Tron as Roman and Kevin continued to go out. When Kevin went down in the ring and Reigns moved to the corner to set up for his Superman Punch, Daisy saw her opening. At the last second Daisy glanced at Jey; his eyes had already spotted her, with a pleading look he shook his head 'no', a final effort to save her tail before she burned it.

At breakneck speed, Daisy hopped over the barricade and raced into the ring from Roman's blindspot, mounting his crouched body from behind and digging her nails into his eyes.

Roman had never seen the young girl coming, and he bellowed in pain as the sharp edges of her fingernails scratched and clawed at his face. Luckily his eyes were closed. The extra weight on his back and his inability to see kept him on all fours as he tried to relieve himself of whatever attacker had blindsided him. The screams and curses of a female voice only slightly resonated in his ears as he continued to thrash around until finally he hooked his hand under one small arm and slung his attacker over his head.

Daisy's cat-like abilities allowed her to roll through the fall and land back on her knees facing Roman. His eyes were red and filled with tears as he stared back at her in shock; he could barely see her face through the blurriness of his vision, but all he needed to see were her eyes.

"Are you insa-?!"

Owens cut the end of Reigns' sentence short with a swift kick to the back of the head, knocking the Samoan out cold. The referee had already called the match so there was no way he was leaving with the championship, but Daisy's plan had been carried out. Without a word or a glance to either men she rolled out of the ring onto her feet. Jey waited until she was up the ramp to assist his sleeping cousin; admittedly he was smiling on the inside knowing his girl cared for him this much. Still, it was a bittersweet; Daisy might as well be a witch in Salem after the stunt she pulled today.

"...but still your WWE Champion, Roman Reigns!!"

Daisy watched from the stage as the referee handed a now stirring Roman his championship, his music filling the arena. Even in his daze, he turned his head towards the stage with a sneer on his face.

And for the first time, Daisy though about consequences.

Daisy was on the fast track looking for the nearest exit without crossing paths with anyone important. Producers and supervisors would surely have a many words to say to her, none of them kind. She was almost at the door to the women's locker too when someone roughly snatched her arm and spun her around.

"Have you lost your mind?!?"

Chrysanthemum was fuming as she glared at her sister, she'd watched her little stunt from her office and was beyond pissed. If she wasn't so scared of some backstage camera catching her she swore she'd lick Daisy square across the face. Chrysanthemum could already feel ears and eyes on her conversation so she tightened her grip on Daisy's arm and dragged her into an empty dark corridor.

"Why would you do that when I told you not to?!"

Daisy cowered a bit at her sister's rage, she hadn't thought about this exchange while she was plotting Roman's takedown. A slight oversight on her part she'll admit.

"Relax Chrysa, it's not like he lost his championship tonight, he's still got that stupid title. Besides, that twist was amazing for TV! Who doesn't like a little drama?"

Her sister's nonchalant attitude nearly pushed Chrysanthemum off the edge.

"The people who sign your goddamn paychecks won't like it Daisy! They have cause to cut you from TV altogether for that stupid shit."

Daisy's heart dropped to her feet. Her mouth quivered trying to find a response but she didn't get to, the sharp ringing of Chrysanthemum's phone silencing her before she could speak. The two looked down at her screen as she pulled it from her pocket.

Mark Carrano.

They both looked at each other in the same time, Chrysanthemum watched the color drain from her sister's face as tears began to well, and her heart broke for her.

"You have no clue what you've done."

Chrysanthemum answered on the third ring and turned to walk away from her sister.

"What am I gonna do?"

Daisy spoke quietly as she tried not to cry.

"Go home Daisy."

That was all Chrysanthemum had to offer with a sympathetic look as she turned back around and walked away.

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[masjestickingdom]

My Little Secret

Pairing: NCT Jaehyun x reader

Genre: Angst 

Summary: Your older sister Janet and you have been close since the moment you were born, according to your parents. Even after you had your fair share of clashes like all siblings, you loved each other and wouldn’t wish for any better. Just one problem: you were a terrible sister with a terrible little secret. 

Note: I’m back! I hope this makes up for my long absence, but the new school year has been killing me. I would like to think that I will update soon, but it seems like that will be impossible. I will try to update whenever I can. 

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    “Excitement” wasn’t the first word that popped in your mind when your sister called you. No, it was the last word you could think of. The nervous tone that occupied her voice when she invited you over to her house messed with your mind. Normally, you would have dreaded visiting her, but that tone had you considering to move to another country. You loved her and was lucky to have a thoughtful, understanding sister like her. In fact, you were too lucky to the extent that you felt guilty for not being able to be more to her like she was to you. But more than that, you were guilty of falling in love with her lifetime partner. And you couldn’t fall out.

    Before you knew it, the clock struck five and you were already making your way across your sister’s lawn. Once you rang the doorbell, your fingers anxiously drummed against the skin of your protected legs.

    “Oh, God,” you murmured as you felt your heart thumping louder and louder, mimicking the intensity of the nearing footsteps. “Please let it be good news.”

    The warm evening breeze met your face as the front door swung open by none other than your sister’s husband and the love of your life Jung Jaehyun.

    “Hey,” the beauty greeted with a warm smile, his dimples now visible. “Glad you could make it.”

    You took a whiff of his honey-like scent as you hugged him, a hug that he initiated and broke. “Well the news sounded important.” You took a moment to note the black-haired man’s uneasy eyes before you continued, “Can I trust that it’s good news?”

    Jaehyun simply gestured you inside and said, “I hope it is.”

    The house was as boring as it always was: homey and clean. The only new embellishment was the carpet that Mark and Doyoung, Jaehyun’s friends and now housemates, ordered for the dining room. The walls were still plain but not naked. There was no evidence of food in the kitchen. The living room was spotless. It was suffocating.

    “So where’s the missus?” You asked, scanning the crazily clean house with your busy eyes.

    A light chuckle left Jaehyun’s lips and you immediately regretted accepting the invitation. Yes, you were that in love with Jaehyun. You were hopeless. You fell in love with him the moment your sister introduced him to you as her boyfriend in your junior year of college, and every living moment with him was sickening because you were reminded that you were in love with your sister’s boyfriend-turned-husband. That went on for you for five years. After five years of living in absolute chaos, you were halfway into your twenties, a time of learning and growth. Unfortunately for you, there was no learning anything other than the fact that your heart was set on one person and that you were a horrible person.

    “She’ll be here soon,” the golden man replied.

    Even though there was a considerable distance between you and him, you could smell his strong natural honey scent, and it bothered you greatly.

    “Picking up Little Jae, isn’t she?” You said, turning your back to the man, whose eyes grew slightly troubled, to scan the pictures that laid proudly in an organized fashion underneath the floating living room television.

    Jaehyung, whom you called Little Jae, was the joy of your sister and Jaehyun and was another source of misery for you. He had his father’s brown eyes in the shape of his mother’s double-lidded, doe-like eyes. His hair was curly, which you had no idea who he inherited that feature from, resembling the curviness of fresh lettuce. Without a doubt you swooned over your adorable nephew, but he was just another reminder that your sister and the love of your life were really starting to have a little family of their own. And you were entering your thirties, miserable and broken and rejecting every single one of the happy family’s frequent invites to dinner.

    “Sorry,” you would tell them. “Maybe next time.”

    There was no “next time”. Not even once. The guilt sank in the first time you lied, but you had gotten used to it. Still, you were never relieved of it.

    “Hey, maybe you can stay over for dinner,” Jaehyun spoke as your eyes jumped back and forth from the unchanging, jolly family pictures. “I’m sure that Jaehyung would love having his aunt stay longer.”

    A little needle pricked the side of your heart, provoking you to spill your darkest secret. At once, an unsettling thought seeped into your mind: Jaehyun suspected that you were intentionally staying away from Jaehyung, but you were certain that the reasons were unknown to him. Or at least you hoped.

    “You know I love him, but I can’t stay to eat,” you said, lying through your teeth. “I’m leaving on a business trip tomorrow. My boss wants me to look over a couple of files before we leave.”

    You did have a business trip. It just wasn’t until the following week, so you were technically partially telling the full story. The depressing photos somehow helped the lies formulate in your mind quicker. Each photo followed the story of Jaehyung’s life, from when he was born up until his third birthday party. It was a way for his parents to “look back at the photos and see just how big he’s grown”, according to your sister. Reliving the moment she told you that over the phone made your stomach churn.

    “Have you guys chosen which photo to frame from LJ’s fourth birthday party?” you said, the words flowing out of you like water, shaking off Jaehyun’s suspicion. “I personally liked the one with the clown in the back. Everyone loves clowns.”

    Harmonious melody filled the room, closer to you than you realized and to which you stepped a few steps to the left.

    “You hate clowns,” Jaehyun exclaimed.

    “No, I’ve grown fond of them,” you corrected, not daring to spare a glance at the dazzling beauty. “They’re not at all creepy.”

    Evidently, you were able to hide your feelings even when you were alone with Jaehyun. So what was the problem? You could hide your feelings forever and no one would know. 

    The music of the keypad reached your ears, giving you time to mentally prepare yourself for the worst part about getting together with your sister and Jaehyun.

    “Auntie!” left the voice of a squealing little boy.

    “LJ!” you exclaimed, your voice mirroring that of the little boy.

    No, engulfing your adorable nephew in a soul-crushing hug wasn’t the worst part. It was the sight of your sister and your crush exchanging a short but warm kiss, their arms wrapped around each other’s torso. You wanted to bolt out of the room.

    As you pulled away from Jaehyung, he looked at you with big, sparkling eyes.

    “Is auntie having a sleepover?” he asked.

    A slithering, intense sensation, otherwise known as guilt, settled in your stomach.

    “I’m sorry, little one,” you answered as your hands found their way to his soft, chubby cheeks. “I have work to do.”

    The sparkle in his eyes slowly withered and his lower lip jutted out. “Auntie always has work.”

    You couldn’t lie: that stung. You didn’t think he would care, but he noticed your unimportant absence from his life the past couple of months. Apparently, you weren’t as invisible as you thought you were to him.

    To fill in the silence that overpowered you, your sister pitched, “It’s because Auntie’s very important to the company.”

    A small smile rested on your face. It had been too long since you last stepped into your sister’s house. Before you stood up to greet your sister, you promised Jaehyung that you would stay for longer the next time you visited. With that simple remark, the excitement in his eyes reappeared. As he left to wash his hands, your sister practically jumped on you, squeezing your waist tightly.

    “I’m so glad that you could make it,” she said, crushing the life out of you.

    But you sensed the tension in her voice. “What’s the thing you have to ask me in person?”

    Your sister immediately released her hold of you and offered a nervous smile.

    “Want to get to that now, huh?”

    With a small nod in response from you, your sister motioned you over to the living room area. It wasn’t one second into silence once you were all seated and you could already feel the tension heightening. Leaning back into the couch, you let your eyes wander to Jaehyun’s hands reaching out to your sister’s, to which you quickly averted your eyes to your sister’s, fearing that one slip would give you away.

    “So what’s up?” you asked less cheerily than you wanted.

    You watched your sister glance at her husband before her eyes landed on yours. She was sitting a few feet away from you, but her eyes radiated with such anxiety that you felt obligated to send an encouraging nod.

    “Come on, it can’t be that bad,” you said, the words secretly meant for you more than for the couple.

    Once she cleared her throat, your sister started, “You see, I’m leaving on a business trip for a month. I’m gonna be out for a couple of weeks, so I want you to do me a favor.” After a short pause and briefly examining any change of emotion in you, she continued, “I want you to look after Jaehyung.”

    A questionable expression immediately appeared all over your face as you leaned forward, wondering if you heard the right thing.

    “What?”      

    Jaehyun’s melodious voice filled your ears, drowning the sound of Jaehyung’s loud stomping in the background. “We figured Mark and Doyoung could help take care of Jaehyung, but you know their schedules are unpredictable.”

    A small, nervous smile appeared on your sister’s beautiful face. “What do you say?”

    Forcing yourself to pry your eyes from hers, you hoped to ward off the burdensome guilt that silently crept up on your shoulders. To your luck, your eyes landed on Jaehyung. He was playing happily with his toy truck, driving it back and forth with his mini hands.

    “Jaehyung’s really excited to spend a few weeks with his favorite aunt,” your sister tried to appeal.

    “I’m his only aunt,” you plainly replied, shaking your head. Mustering the courage to direct your gaze at Jaehyun, you asked, “And what will Jaehyun be doing?”

    “It’ll be the first time Janet will be leaving me with our child,” the golden boy explained. “I would feel a lot better and safer if I had someone help me.”

    That hit home. The growing guilt in your heart clouded your thoughts. You couldn’t dare say yes in fear that you would only do it for the wrong reason, to spend time with Jaehyun which was ironically the reason why you avoided meeting the happy family in the first place.

    “So I’ll be babysitting two babies.”

    At that, your sister’s face brightened. “You’re not immediately rejecting it.”

    Meanwhile, at the irresistible call of his name, Jaehyun left his spot next to your sister to fulfill his son’s desire to play airplane.

    You took that chance to relax and calmly tell your sister, “You know I love Jaehyung.”

    “But?”

    “You’re asking me to do something that I can’t do,” you revealed.

    A sudden gloom took over your sister’s face very noticeably. “Why can’t you do it?”

    You tried to reason with her in the most convincing tone you could. “You know that I’ll be swamped with work. I can’t possibly help look after Jaehyung when I have my own agenda to carry out.”

    The room hushed, the sounds of Jaehyung’s laughter far off in the distance.

    “Why do you always reject opportunities to hang out with Jaehyung?”

    And time stood still. You swore you felt your heart stop beating for a second.

    Wracking your brain for excuses, you quickly spat out, “Janet, you know the work I do demands a lot of my time.”

    The look on your sister’s face made you sick to your stomach. You were the worst aunt and sister to exist. Okay, you weren’t the worst aunt and sister in the history of the worst aunts and sisters, but you were horrible in comparison to your upbeat, supportive parents, sister, and relatives. In your family, you were the epitome of inadequacy, and it slapped you in the face, written in big, bold words on your forehead, when you witnessed the look of despair in your sister’s expression. The strings of your heart tugged.

    “Janet,” you called out softly.

    “Did I do something wrong?” she asked quietly, avoiding your gaze.

    Sometimes, you couldn’t believe that she was older than you. She was never a strong-headed older sister. She was more of the gentle and calm type, which complemented her inherent happy- spirited nature, which was why you were known to be the firm one of the both of you. But she always managed to bring out the little, soft, immature child trapped inside of you.

    “Janet, you did nothing wrong,” you exclaimed. “Don’t let this situation have that thought ever sneak into your mind like that again.”

    “Then why don’t you accept our invitations?”

    The lying thread you held on to slightly slipped from your grasp. Slightly. With a heavy heart, you cautiously told her this:

    “I’m single.”

   You simply confessed that you were reminded of your singleness. That, you being single, you were. However, you were more shallow than that, but she didn’t need to know that. Especially not after when the life in your sister’s eyes came back, lit brighter than before.

    “How about we set you up on a date?”  

    Of course, that was the moment your golden boy conveniently decided to return with his son’s hands soundly wrapped inside of his.

    “A date?” the father echoed, occupying the empty seat he left, with Jaehyung seated on his lap.

    “She’s been feeling lonely,” your sister explained vaguely.

    A deep frown rested on your face. “Hey, don’t make me sound desperate.”

    Jaehyung squirmed his way out of his father’s lap and hopped over to yours, melting your heart yet weighing you down.

    “Actually, there’s this fundraising event our company’s hosting,” Jaehyun said, looking at you with the softest, encouraging eyes you had ever seen. “I could introduce you to someone there.”

    Of course, there was no spark. After all, you weren’t his girl. He belonged to the girl who shouted, “Honey, that would be great!”

    You didn’t want to be with anyone. You wanted to be with you-know-who, but the one guy you so badly were in love with was taken. In fact, you loved him so much that if you couldn’t have him, you wanted to leave the world as your single self.

    You zoned out from the side conversation your sister and Jaehyun were having, not really listening to your sister bombard her husband with questions about the eligible co-workers. Jaehyung played with the fabric of your jeans, scratching his nails against them back and forth. You took a deep breath in to calm your mind, but you instead smelled the rubbed scent of honey from Jaehyung’s hair. Before you knew it, your hands were delicately brushing through the soft curls. You listened to Jaehyung happily hum to a familiar tune. It was the song you used to sing to him before you started rejecting the dinner invitations. An overwhelming wave of nostalgia swept over you. The red thread began to become even looser.

    Right then and there, it became clear to you: you loved your sister and Jaehyung, but you had to move on from your forbidden love. It wasn’t fair for them, the sweetest people you knew, to have a liar in their lives. The least you could do to start moving on was to go to that one event.

    “Alright,” you sighed defeatedly. “I’ll go.”

    The tension in the room that was present the moment you arrived vanished.

    “And you’ll take care of Jaehyung?” your sister asked with expectant eyes.

    “I’ll take care of Jaehyung.”

    A sudden squeal escaped from your sister’s innocent mouth as she rushed over to you, attacking you with a hug and leaving Jaehyung with no choice but to return to his father before he could be crushed. You let your sister embrace you, swaying your bodies side to side, and inhaled her citrus perfume. Everything was gonna be fine, you told yourself. Everything was ought to be fine.

    “Do you want to stay over for dinner at least?” your sister asked, pulling away from the warm embrace. “I have ingredients for pasta.”

    Torture found itself on your lips as you said, “I have a business trip to prepare for tomorrow.”

    When the time came, you hugged everyone goodbye--even Jaehyun. It was without a doubt hurting you, but you knew that it was the first step: if you wanted to move on, you had to accept Jaehyun’s presence without calculating possible slips. Before they could see you out, Jaehyung had already caused trouble by spilling tomato sauce all over the kitchen floor. You smiled at the couple insistently and shooed them away, telling them that you would go on ahead, but before you closed the door, you couldn’t help but look back at the small family. They were laughing off Jaehyung’s mistake, wiping the sauce over each other’s face. Jaehyung shrieked when your sister began tickling his tummy while Jaehyun attacked his neck. And you shut the door quietly behind you. 

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Update: My Little Secret (Part 2) is out! Check it out here. 

[northcarolinanative]

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗  /  𝙲𝚑 𝟷𝟷

Chapter 11: Surprise 

A/N: I know it’s been a hot minute since I posted a chapter. My bad. I also am trying to figure out my take on the season’s loose ends, which is hard because I have a lot of ideas, but have no idea how to execute them haha. Thank you all for the large amount of support, it means the world <3. As always Requests/ asks/ and DMs are open:) 

Description: John B’s Sister comes home from staying with their mom, only to find out that her brother is missing and her dad was murdered. JJ may have just lost his best friend. Her and JJ have to figure out what to do and how to pick up the pieces.

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Pope quickly hurried JJ outside and down to the dock to cool off. I heard a small part of their conversation as they left. Pope told JJ that Rafe couldn't “Rot in a jail cell if he was dead.” That’s what I wanted. Rafe looked bad, and it served him right. He was a terrible person. He ran off my brother, and even his own sister to get away with his crimes. 

“So you were going to the Country Club to look for a job?” Kie questioned. She began to pack up the first aid kit. Still standing beside me, but she didn’t look up in my direction. 

“Yea” I swallowed, “Umm, I mean I’m gonna need money to keep things running over at the Chateau. I’d rather be here than back on the mainland. Mom has trips planned all summer, so it’s either on my own there or on my own here.” I finished with a sarcastic laugh. 

I saw Kie’s expression soften. She walked around the desk that I was still sitting on. When she opened the drawer it screeched so loud that I felt my eyebrows scrunch together. “Sorry,” Kie said. She walked over and leaned against the wall in front of me facing the desk. “One of the Waitresses, Vannessa, quit this morning, so there’s an opening.” She paused and looked at me for a reaction. “And If you can handle those jerks at the Country Club summer after summer I’m pretty sure you can handle a few tourons.” She joked, causing both of us to laugh. “I know it doesn’t begin to make up for what I said the other day at the Chateau, but I am really sorry.” 

I smiled in her direction, opening my arms. She made the short stride to the desk and we wrapped each other in our arms. We pulled away shortly after. “So what do you say? Wanna work at the infamous Wreck?” She smiled and winked in my direction. 

“Yes, I’d love to.” I smiled. I knew her father wasn’t too fond of her friends, so I was hoping that he would be just as on board with this as Kie was. 

“Okay, so I hate to do this to you but you’ll have to start pretty soon, the business has picked up since the ferry started running again. Follow me.” She said, leading us into a back room. “Here are two shirts, if you need more just let me know, and an apron and a book, you can leave those in the back room if you need to though.” We walked out into the dining room where Pope and JJ were standing by the door. “Got it?” Kie said with a smile.

“I think so,” I said looking at JJ who was poking at Pope, annoying him. I was glad Pope was able to calm JJ down from his short temper. I saw Kie look between JJ, who was now smiling like an idiot at me, and me, but she didn’t say anything. “So you’ll call when I get my first shift?” I questioned. 

“Yes ma’am.” She faked a professional tone, causing both of us to laugh. “Should be in the next few days.” 

“Alright. I’m gonna head home, today has been long enough, and its barley even the afternoon” I said rolling my eyes. “I just wanna relax now.” I gave Kie a sheepish smile and waved, walking over to the boys.

Pope seemed to get the memo as he waved to me. “Hope that cheek gets better, fighter.” He laughed before going to join Kie. 

“JJ make sure she ices that” Kie yelled to the two if you. JJ just held up two fingers and jokingly saluted her as we walked out the door. 

The short walk through the parking lot to my car was silent. Heavy, like everything, seemed to be these days. I tried to put my key in the door, but it was proving difficult. I had not realized how bad I was shaking until now. JJ noticed my hesitation before walking over to my side. I held my hand out in front of me, extending my fingers to see just how bad my hands were shaking. JJ reached up and grabbed my shaking hand in his. I looked up at him, scrunching my eyebrows together. 

“Why don’t you let me drive? You’re still quite shaken up Y/N.” I just nodded and placed the keys in his open hand. A smile formed on his face as he handed me the white paper bag in his hand. 

“What is this?” I asked. I didn’t see him holding it earlier. 

“I may have snuck some food when Mr.C wasn’t looking.” He smiled, sending me a wink before nodding at the car. I walked around to the side and got in. I sat the warm food on my lap. The engine sputtered as it finally turned over and started up. JJ and I both laughed a little, relieved that it started. 

Soft Reggae music filled the car, playing off the local radio station. The windows were rolled down, letting the salty air blow through the air. I looked over at JJ and the sun was hitting his face in a way that, not to be dramatic, looked angelic. At this moment things felt almost normal. It felt as if Rafe and Ward Cameron didn’t exist like John B would be waiting for us at the Chateau like Dad would be there with him. JJ pulled me from my quickly spiraling daydream, “I got you chicken tenders because I know you have the taste of a five year old.” He laughed. 

“I prefer the term ‘sophisticated palette,’” I spoke in a fake posh accent, instantly regretting it. “I’m never doing that again,” I said as we both laughed. JJ and I crossed the bridge taking us back over to the cut. “Kie gave me a job at The Wreck,” I said. 

JJ looked my way quickly before turning his eyes back toward the road. “So y’all made up or?” JJ trailed off. His limited knowledge of girls and their arguments showing. 

I laughed softly before continuing. “Yes,” I paused. “Don’t get me wrong I am still upset that she wasn’t supportive from the beginning, but she did apologize.”

“I’m glad she did. Honestly, you bring out a soft side in her. I think I can count on one hand the number of times that I’ve heard of Kie apologize to anyone” JJ laughed. 

“Did you tell Pope about last night?” I asked. 

“Oh, I didn’t think that they would take it well.” He said a hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. 

“Okay good. I was talking with Pope about how he was feeling, and I just don't want to give them a false sense of hope, ya know?” I looked out the window at the trees that lined the road. 

“Give them a false sense of hope?” JJ questioned, but quickly laughed. “Right, you were talking about the map and John B.” His face turned bright red. 

“Yes JJ,” I said smiling, realizing that he thought I was talking about the new dynamic forming between the two of us. . “I hope that you aren't running around kissing and telling JJ,” I said playfully pushing his shoulder. 

“Oh don’t you worry princess. Your secret’s safe with me.” He said, causing us both to laugh again. His hand reached over to grab mine, which had managed to stop shaking significantly and giving it a reassuring squeeze. JJ had managed to help relax my mind by being his usual joking self. The rest of the short ride back to the Chateau returned to the soft music playing from the radio. JJ’s hand at some point had left mine and was now resting on my leg just above my knee, not that I was complaining. 

When we arrived at the house JJ helped me carry in the food as we sat on the couch on the back porch, overlooking the water, while we ate. On the table in front of us sat our meals and the map from the night before. JJ and I were looking over it just to see if we could find any other potentials as promising as the cargo ship. We didn’t. 

JJ finished his meal by pushing the last fry into his already full mouth. He chewed while tapping the line repeatedly. “This ship” He paused to swallow, “is it.” 

I followed the line down the ship onto the edge of the page where it stopped, just as it moved across to the South Carolina Border. I grabbed the ship log. “It says here that the ship was making one stop in Nassau.” I looked over at JJ, who had leaned back, kicking his feet up onto the table.  “So what’s next?” I questioned, leaning back into the worn couch. 

“Me?” JJ pointed to his face, a shocked look on his face. “This is all on you Nancy Drew, I’m like scooby doo, here for comedic relief and treats.” His voice coated with sarcasm as he sent a wink in my direction. 

“Well Scooby, you need to do something to earn your treats, don’t you? You don’t get rewarded for sitting there and being pretty.” I rolled my eyes. 

JJ shifted closer to me on the couch. “So you think I’m pretty?” He laughed. 

My face turned bright red. “Maybe? Don’t push it.” 

“You look tired,” JJ said softly. He laid into me, resting against my chest, looking up at my face. 

“Wow, I call you pretty and you call me tired. I don’t know if this is going to work buddy.” I let out a sarcastic laugh. 

“You know what I mean Y/N.” He reached up with his hand, running the back of his fingers across the bruise and cut on my face, his eyes intense on the mark. He then moved to trace the now darkened bruise on my neck. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he did. His eyes moved quickly to meet mine. We seemed locked in that position, looking into each other’s eyes. I felt like I was searching for something. I was always seeming to be searching for something. I saw his eye flick down to my mouth, where I subconsciously, licked my lips. 

JJ took that as a cue to move forward. He pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was gentle at first, but quickly became more heated. He moved from his position. He used his legs to crawl on top of me, situating himself between my legs. One of his arms holding himself up, the other found its way to my waist. The intimacy of the moment only making things hotter. The kiss was becoming sloppier, as my hands found my way into JJ’s hair, messing it up. JJ’s mouth started to move. He started my chin and up my jaw towards my ear, opposite of the bruises. His other hand came up to cradle my face. His fingers hit right at the cut on my cheek. I pulled away with a faint ‘ouch’. 

That was enough of JJ to stop completely and pull away. He moved to sit up, pulling me with him. “That was”

“Hot.” I finished for him, with a smile. I could feel that my face was hot and probably the color of a tomato. 

He smiled at me, biting his now red and swollen lips. “You know, I’m really liking getting used to this.” He chuckled pointing between the two of us. “I’ll be right back.” He stated, before standing up and walking back into the chateau. I looked out over the water. The wind was a bit heavier today, causing the sound to be rougher than usual. The small waves were lapping against the shore, mixed with the soft rustle of the leaves, making a rather calming noise. I laid back down, feeling a wave of exhaustion run over me. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of relaxation take over. 

I heard the porch door swing open, signaling that JJ had returned, but I kept my eyes closed. My eyes shot open, causing me to sit up when something cold landed on my face. I reach to grab it, finding JJ smiling and holding a bag of frozen peas. I gave him a questioning look. 

“What Kie said that you need to ice your face?” He said, shrugging. JJ crawled back to my side. His head resting on my chest once again. He put the peas over my injured eye. “I also didn’t want to bother you too much. You should sleep” He said with a faint smile. 

I nodded, letting my eyes close, one hand holding the peas to my eyes, the other mindlessly in JJ’s hair. I focused back on the sound of the waves, and the rustling leaves, or the way that JJ had pulled his arm around me bringing me closer, or the way that his hand was drawing small patterns on my back through my shirt. I felt myself beginning to drift off into sleep. 

I was woken up to a loud banging noise. I jumped but felt JJ’s weight still on top of me. “JJ, Wha–.” My words quickly interrupted as JJ quickly put his hand over my mouth. I saw his eyes wide as he sunk further into the couch. 

“We need to get out of here,” He said, in a voice so soft it was barely a whisper. “Follow me.” He slid off the couch, grabbing the keys off the table, staying low. He grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. I followed his actions. 

A loud booming voice made me jump once again. “Surprise Maybank.” I heard a crash of something breaking inside. ”Payback time you little Bitch.” 

I looked at JJ, with wide eyes and he cursed, trying to pull us off the porch. I heard doors opening and closing doors loudly in the house while banging on the wall. JJ was slowly pushing open the screen door so that it wouldn’t screech. He held it so it wouldn’t slam as we continued down the steps. 

The loud male voice boomed again. “Went to see your old man Maybank.” I looked at JJ as his head snapped up to look at the house. JJ pushed me up against the house as the male figure exited through the back porch door. I looked at JJ, I could feel how wide my eyes were, but what scared me the most was the fear in JJ’s eyes. “Said you hadn’t been around in a few days. Thought you’d be here, I’d hate to go rough up your girl Kiara, or your boy Pope who tried to choke out Country Club.” I saw the man standing on the steps of the porch. I shot JJ a questioning glance at what the man had just said. He was short, but fairly muscular. He wore a bandana covering his lower half of his face, black curly hair falling around it. In his hand was a short barrel shotgun, one he obviously wasn’t afraid to use. JJ quickly pulled us around the corner of the house before the man could see us. 

“JJ what the hell is going on?” I whisper. JJ just holds up a hand to silence me. He’s still standing in front of me, my back to the outside wall of the house. He moved to look over around the corner. I heard the door to the house shut again and I was being pulled toward the trees surrounding the house. I looked to the driveway catching a glimpse of the blue charger parked there before I was pulled by my hand to the woods by JJ. 

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restless & wreckless | Ch 5 | VDS | 

Warning: there’s a bit of adult content ahead

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“Where’s your phone?”

Lucas looked up as the bedroom door swung open and his dad stood there, the vein Lucas had come to know very well these past few months pulsing in his forehead as he strode in and grabbed the phone off Lucas’ bed.

“Hey!” he protested as his dad moved over to his laptop and unplugged the charger.

“As of now, you’re grounded,” his dad said, waving the laptop at him. “You’ll get it back for homework.”

Sliding off the bed, Lucas glared at his dad, his phone clutched in his fist. “Why?”

“Why?” his dad repeated, as though the question was ridiculous. “Skipping class, talking back, and how many detentions have you had in the last month?”

Lucas didn’t think he actually wanted an answer to that. He didn’t know the number anyway. “What the fuck do you care?” he demanded instead. “You can’t just take my phone. I need it.”

“I survived without a cell phone for years,” his dad said bluntly, ruffling his shoulders, his ugly plaid shirt rumpled, thinning hair sticking up in places as though he had spent the last few minutes running frustrated hands through it. Lucas was sure he had, building up his anger enough to storm into his room like this. “You can last a week.”

“A week!”

“Be glad it’s not a month, Lucas!” his dad snapped, turning on Lucas as he reached the door. “I’m tired of this acting out. I don’t deserve it. Katelijn doesn’t deserve it. From now on, you go to class and you do your homework and I don’t get any more calls from the headmaster, understand?”

“This is bullshit!” Lucas said, pulse pounding in his veins as he stood there, utterly useless to stop his dad from doing any of this.

“Yes, it is bullshit,” his dad repeated, sounding just as annoyed. “Now go do your readings then I want you to put away the dishes. And I expect you to be polite to your step-mother.”

As his dad left, Lucas slammed the door behind him, growling as he turned to his room, kicking a pair of shoes out of his way, pressing his hands to his face.

Anger coursed through his veins as Lucas shoved textbooks off his desk, tumbling to the floor with bent pages, and flumped down in the chair, glaring at The Strokes poster tacked crookedly on the wall behind his bed, dark covers unmade from this morning. There was no way he was going out into the living room with his dad and Katelijn, not to do some pointless chores as a punishment. Wasn’t living in Antwerp with his dad punishment enough for everything wrong he would ever do?

Fidgeting, Lucas pushed himself up from the chair, pacing his room, blood pumping, antsy as he tried to think. He wasn’t staying there. He wasn’t going to wait for his dad to come yell at him again.

His eyes landed on the window and he actually laughed. Grabbing his jacket, he wasted no time pushing the window open. Cold air hit him in the face and he shivered as he slid a leg out. It was more than a few feet up off the ground, and though Lucas had no idea how he’d get back in, it didn’t stop him from dropping to the wet grass and brushing off his hands as he ducked around the corner of the house to the street.

Fuck. Where could he go? Lucas thought as he headed down the street, streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement, a stray car splashing past. It was late, dark, cold, and it wasn’t like Lucas had a ton of friends he could go crash with. The trains probably weren’t even running, so any thought of simply leaving Antwerp and going to Utrecht was out of the question. Not that he could have called Kes to give him a heads-up anyway.

Sighing, Lucas stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked, kicking an empty soda can off the sidewalk. It tumbled into the road and landed in a puddle.

He knew why his dad had wanted to move here, and it wasn’t because of some amazing new job, or that Katelijn was from Belgium. It was that Lucas’ mom was now far away, a distant memory, a problem he no longer had to deal with.

Glaring at the quivering leaves of the trees dotting the street, glistening with rain in the yellow street lamps, Lucas kept walking. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he barely realized where he was until he turned on a familiar street.

It was Jens’ street. Lucas had seen him walk home this way before, heard Jens joke about his room being easy to sneak out of because of the roofline and the tree leading up to it.

Jens’ house was in the middle of the row, the one with a pink barbie car in the front lawn. The front lights were off, the whole house dark, and for a minute, Lucas paused as he gazed up at the windows. A tree grew up from the lawn, just over where the roof jutted out over the front steps, a window dark and quiet.

What was he doing here? What exactly was he going to do? Climb up on the tree, knock on Jens’ window and tell him all his problems? No, he wasn’t going to do that, Lucas told himself firmly. That wasn’t what he and Jens did. What he and Jens did was something else entirely, something that could still involve Lucas climbing up the tree and knocking on his window anyway.

Lucas shivered as a chill breeze swept down his neck. He couldn’t stay out here all night no matter what, and he wasn’t ready to go home.

So he crossed the lawn in three steps, hauling himself up on the tree and twigs catching his jeans as he crawled onto the roofline and tapped on the window.

He couldn’t see anything through the window as he knocked again, louder, relieved as a lamp clicked on and the curtains were pushed apart to reveal a sleep-rumpled Jens, blinking at Lucas through the window.

“Luc?” Jens asked as he swung open the window. “What are you doing?”

“Out for a walk,” Lucas replied, and Jens still frowned, rubbing at his eyes.

“On my roof?”

Lucas shrugged instead of answering. “It’s cold. You gonna let me in?”

For a second, he wasn’t sure Jens would, but then Jens stepped back, opening the window wider for Lucas to slide inside. It was warmer inside, and Lucas took in Jens’ bedroom as Jens closed the window behind him.

The bed covers were thrown back as though Jens had been asleep, clothes scattered over the floor, a poster of a woman in a swimsuit on the back of the door, corners peeling, school textbooks piled haphazardly in the corner along with his backpack and a bunch of shoes tumbling out of the closet.

“You can’t be loud,” Jens said, voice lower now as Lucas turned to him. “My sisters are light sleepers. And they always want to know everything.”

“Sisters,” Lucas repeated slowly. He hadn’t known that, but he supposed, there was a lot he didn’t know about Jens.

“They’re younger,” Jens explained, moving over to the door and clicking the lock. As he returned to Lucas, he paused and Lucas took a moment to appreciate Jens in only a pair of boxers and an old tee shirt, smiling at his bare thighs. “Why didn’t you text?”

“Didn’t feel like it,” Lucas lied, backing Jens up until he could push him down on the bed, a soft flump on the comforter, the headboard knocking back as Lucas climbed on after him.

“Shh!” Jens hissed, freezing, and Lucas waited a second, listening with Jens, but he heard nothing from outside the door. After a second, Jens exhaled, hands coming up to Lucas’ hips. “Be careful.”

“Oh, I’ll be careful,” Lucas assured him, straddling Jens’ hips as he kissed him, lips warm and soft.

Jens’ hands slid up his sides, pushing at Lucas’ jacket as the kiss grew more heated, panted breath between them, rushed and needy as Lucas sat up to shove his jacket off, tossing it carelessly on the floor as he got his mouth back on Jens’, chasing his tongue, the easy slide of wet lips against his own. This was usually where most guys freaked out, as if anything past kissing was too much, too gay.

Jens didn’t, though, breath hot against Lucas’ ear as Lucas pressed kisses down his jaw instead, fingers curling into Lucas’ hair as he tilted his neck back. It was Jens’ hands under Lucas’ shirt, gliding up his back, that made Lucas pause, just for a second.

Pushing away the sudden hesitation, Lucas shoved Jens’ shirt up his chest instead, leaving burning kisses against his skin as he slid down, hooked his fingers under the waistband of Jens’ boxers and tugged.

When he looked up, Jens was staring down at him, mouth open, gaze intense, nodding when Lucas met his eyes.

Jens was hard as Lucas slid his boxers down his thighs, swallowing as he leaned in, taking his time and listening to the curse Jens breathed out above him, barely audible, fingers clenched in the sheets as Lucas moved.

He knew Jens was trying to be quiet, biting down on his lip, harsh breaths through his nose as Lucas took him in, slid his tongue along the length and sucked.

Jens was hard and heavy in his mouth, a bitter taste that made Lucas moan softly, cut short as Jens gripped his hair.

“Quiet, quiet,” Jens gasped, eyes closed, head tilted back, throat working as he swallowed.

Hands sliding up Jens’ legs, Lucas didn’t slow down, face buried in his thighs, skin hot against him, velvety soft and pulsing as Lucas pulled away, climbing back up to sprawl on top of Jens and reach down with his hand to finish the job.

“Fuck,” Jens cursed, pulling Lucas’ mouth to his, kiss messy and desperate, his whole body pressing to Lucas’, a leg wrapping around Lucas’ as he bit back his noise. “Fuck, Luc, I’m gonna—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, taking a sharp breath against his cheek instead, body going stiff against Lucas.

Lucas stroked him through it, sucking a mark on Jens’ neck just because he could, enjoying the heat rising on his skin as he pushed his hips against Jens’. He knew better than to expect reciprocation, rocking into him instead.

“Jesus,” Jens breathed into Lucas’ hair, a hand tight on his lower back, biting down on his lower lip, pulling Lucas in closer.

It surprised Lucas somehow, that Jens wasn’t pulling away, ushering Lucas out of his room and pretending this never happened. Instead, Jens rolled them over, pressing Lucas into the mattress, brushing his hair from his eyes as he reached down.

“I’ve never done this before with another guy, so be nice,” Jens muttered, and even though Lucas opened his mouth, he didn’t get any words out as Jens’ hand undid the zipper on his jeans and pushed underneath.

Lucas didn’t have to be nice as he snapped his mouth shut to stop any noises coming out, a slight whimper escaping as Jens jerked his wrist and his body pulsed with pressure, a tightness building deep in his gut.

Closing his eyes, he exhaled shakily against Jens’ chin as the flush crept over his skin, fingers digging into Jens’ neck as the tightness built within him, a clench in his stomach seconds before he came, lips pressed to Jens’ cheek as he took a breath, sated and relaxed for a minute.

“Another first,” Lucas hummed, content, as Jens rolled off him with a sigh, lying side by side on the small bed.

“Don’t be so smug,” Jens replied, but he smiled as Lucas glanced over at him. He looked just as content as Lucas felt, pulling his boxers back up and settling in with his arm behind his head on the pillow.

As Lucas lay there, the warmth fading from his skin, the momentary elation of sex draining away, he couldn’t help thinking of his dad, of what was waiting for him at home.

“You gonna tell me what you were really doing on my roof?” Jens asked after a long, quiet moment, and Lucas rolled his head to watch Jens next to him, his soft, mussed hair, lips red, flush fading on his cheeks.

“No,” Lucas said finally, and Jens laughed, rolling into him, pressing a kiss to his lips that Lucas closed his eyes at.

“You’re a jerk,” he breathed, and Lucas didn’t argue. “Come on, give me something.”

As Jens settled back in beside him, Lucas bit back his sigh. He didn’t owe Jens anything, any explanation for why he did the things he did, but somehow, that didn’t stop him from shaking his head.

“I’m grounded. My dad took my phone.”

“I see that worked out well,” Jens said, a smile in his voice, and Lucas tilted his head to watch him, the grin on his face.

“Completely,” Lucas agreed after a second, rolling his eyes even as he smiled.

He wasn’t looking forward to going home, his dad’s anger that would surely be waiting. Another week of grounding or worse. He didn’t want to think about it—there was no point in considering what might happen in the future. For the moment, he was fine staying right here.

“You can hide out here,” Jens said a minute later, and Lucas blinked at him, the soft smile on his face, the way Jens reached over to brush his curls aside. Something nervous clenched in his stomach at the gesture, so simple. Too simple. “As long as my mom doesn’t see you.”

That made Lucas feel better somehow, knowing Jens didn’t want his mom to find him, and he shrugged instead of answering, hands on his stomach as he turned to stare at Jens’ ceiling instead of the easy way Jens watched him. He’d hide out here for a minute.

[taleofharrison]

Weddings | Luke Hemmings

Summary: You’ve been dating Luke for almost a year but he has yet to meet your parents and your sister’s wedding is the perfect opportunity to do so.

Warnings: none

Requested: Yes by an anon

Word Count: 1103

A/N: I had this written but then I had this idea and I thought it worked better so here it is enjoy it and levae a comment if you like and anon idk if this is what you wanted but I hope you do enjoy it.

MATERLIST HERE

You and Luke had been dating for almost 10 months now but he hasn't had the opportunity of meeting your parents yet and neither have you. However, the opportunity of him meeting your parents came when you found the invitation to your sister's wedding in the mail. "Luke" you softly spoke, catching his attention "can I talk to you?" "Yeah princess what's up?" he put his guitar to side on the seat next to him on the couch. "My sister's getting married and I'd mean the world to me if you go as my plus one" "You want me to meet your parents at your sister's wedding?" he asked with eyes wide open "are you sure it's a good idea?" He was feeling the nervousness growing inside of him. "Well we can arrive a few days earlier" you offered a solution to the reaction your boyfriend had "You can even meet my parents before the rehearsal dinner and the rest of my family at the wedding and everyone will be relaxed because it's a party after all" "Ok" he gave in with a sigh "when are we leaving?" "In two weeks!" you smiled not bothering into hiding your excitement making Luke laugh he thought it was the cutest thing "I'll RSVP my sister right now" You left the living room as fast as you could leaving Luke alone again. Maybe it was time already he has caught you talking to your parents about him several times now and he was pretty sure you have caught him talking to his parents about you but still, he couldn't help the insecurities that came with meeting your parents what if they thought he wasn't good enough because he had to go on tour almost every year leaving you alone for big periods or what if they just didn't like him for no particular reason. "They're gonna love you Luke relax" you said bringing him back from the thoughts that for two weeks have been haunting and terrifying him. "I know it's just...meeting the parents is something you do way before the 10 months mark" you gave him a squeeze to his hand he almost forgot he was holding it as he had a lost expression looking at the entrance of the hotel's restaurant where the wedding was meant to be held. "Hey if we are going to last this is a step we have to make and I don't know I-I thought this relationship was getting more serious and I..." Luke interrupted her words with a soft kiss. He saw a future with you and with that without noticing you gave him the safeness he needed to continue with this day. "Alright let's do it" Luke sighed finally entering the restaurant. "Table for Y/L/N I believe they are expecting us" you said. "Yes! This way please" they guy at the entrance of the restaurant guided you to the table where your parents were waiting for you two. "Mom! I've missed you" you exclaimed as you hugged her tight.

"You're not going to hug your dad?" your dad retored pulling away from your mom to finally hug your dad too "So this is Luke" you cheerfully said as you pulled him closer to the table "These are my parents" "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said shaking their hands "Y/N's always talking about you" "She's told us a lot of you too" your mom smiled at him. She could see he was nervous. "So why don't we take a seat?" you spoke again making the people around you nodded and taking their seats at the table. "Y/N told us you're a musician" your dad began to break the ice with Luke after their meeting. "Yes. We are currently working on the fourth album" he said "Lots of late nights at the studio lately but I always manage to make time for my number one muse" he said the last part looking at you and you gave him a shy smile as an answer. "That sounds lovely!" your mom cheered. She melted at his last comment "And does she visit you on tour?" "She manages sometimes yeah when she can ditch work" he explained "and sometimes she helps our photographer Andy with the designs of our posters and stuff" "I mean my princess here is a talented artist after all" your dad proudly stated he was the one who supported you the most while studying art and graphic design. "Dad..." you shyly said hiding your face on Luke's shoulder making both men chuckle. "She is!" Luke affirmed "and because it's so easy for her to do home office I'm trying to convince to travel the world with me while I'm on tour" "Sorry but I can't get anything done while I have four Aussie men screaming over a videogame" you teased Luke making your parents laugh. The meal went smoothly and it was clear that your parents were delighted with Luke which made you smile like never before and Luke was much more relieved now that this was over. "He's a keeper Y/N" your mom whispered once you hugged her again at the hotel lobby "remember it" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This is my sister Lea" you introduced her to Luke before the rehearsal "and this is her fiancé, Jake" "Nice to meet you both" Luke shook their hands. "Y/N never shuts up about you at this point I think more about you than I know about her" You rolled your eyes at your sister's comment making the men laugh. "Nice to meet you man. My niece is a big fan of your band I couldn't believe it when Y/N told us she was dating you" your future brother-in-law commented. "Uhm well she's the one that caught my eye. She's the looks in the relationship" he smirked "maybe I can give her an autograph after the wedding" During the rehearsal a lot of your uncles, cousins, and nephews came to meet your new boyfriend and all of them thought he was a lovely guy. Though Luke was nervous about meeting everyone meeting your parents by himself made him feel more comfortable with the large group of people. "Told they would love you" you stated once you got a moment alone "I can't wait to meet your family" "You want to meet my family?" he asked "Well yeah you've met mine and I think it's the proper thing to do" you stated as though it was obvious. "We can plan a trip later" he laughed "I want to enjoy these days here with you and dance the night away tomorrow night"

[delicatejisung]

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐜𝐭 & 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐯 (since some don’t agree that wayv is part of nct)

MAKNAE LINE:

♡ 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒶𝓈 [luyan/lunna/yancas] :

- “MY BROTHER” duo

- literally supports and laughs at each other’s jokes everytime

- lucas had a teeny tiny crush on her when they were trainees but he claims he got over it

- they have a lot of inside jokes where they would suddenly nudge each other and laugh

- yanna nails lucas’ rap parts and he loves watching her do it

- “i want to be in nct dream” “i’m sorry but no”

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during that same exact wayv live (where yanna suddenly entered the room), winwin told yanna to greet the viewers but she said she had no make-up on. lucas then said “you’re pretty even without make-up” and yanna yelled “as expected from my brother!” before kun pushed her.

♡ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀 [markyanna] :

- okay iconic duo

- lyk literal bros

- mark doesn’t see yanna as cute, he thinks she’s SUPER cool but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when she’s being forced to do aegyo

- yanna cried like a baby alongside hyuck and jisung in mark’s last dream show

- “yo markeureeeeee” everytime yanna accidentally sees him in the practice room

- the dreamies revealed that out of all of them, she’s probably the one that misses him the most and she denies it all the time

- has lyk 3 songs together but sm won’t let them release them so they’re stuck in mark’s phone

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when they were filming the “walk you home” music video, their scene was at the playground. mark had to push the swing yanna was on but he accidentally pushed too hard and it became way too fast for her and she grabbed mark to make it stop but they both just ended up falling while the other members kept laughing at them.

♡ 𝓍𝒾𝒶𝑜𝒿𝓊𝓃 [xiaoyan/yannajun] :

- okay so here’s the deal with xiaojun, yanna finds him attractive

- lyk really attractive (because he is)

- and xiaojun finds her very pretty as well

- they both told kun about this and that was their first mistake

- because everytime they try to interact, kun shows up and teases them

- but there’s nothing going on between them

- they don’t really know each other much but they’ve hung out and tried getting to know each other since most of their friends are mutual

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when yanna reacted to the “love talk” music video with jaemin, she commented on almost everyone but immediately shut up when xiaojun’s part came. “why are you suddenly so quiet?” jaemin asked her but she denied it and continued talking about the other members.

♡ 𝒽𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓎 [yanndery/henderyanna] :

- she finds hendery absolutely adorable

- she can’t even believe he’s older than her

- lyk he looks like a kid

- “he even looks younger than yang-“ “HEY”

- they’re not close but also not awkward, just friendly but not clingy

- she admitted that hendery’s eyes scare her because it was looking through her soul but hendery laughed and she was just lyk “ok he’s not scary”

- nctzens’ favorite moment: there was a video where the both of them kept on bowing at each other and ten had to pull hendery for it to stop

♡ 𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒿𝓊𝓃 [yanren] :

- ok, renjun thinks they’re twins

- yanna’s pretty sure she has seen renjun before

- literally though, they have the same aura

- small but vicious babies

- they agree on everything and it’s scares the dreamies sometimes

- that doesn’t mean they don’t bully each other, though

- piggy back rides!!!

- she buys him a beret everytime she shops because it really suits him

- he sends her moomin memes all the time

- nctzens’ favorite moment: renjun mentioned once that he wishes he met yanna sooner so he’d have a closer relationship with her like the one she has with mark, jisung, jaemin and jeno. yanna then said “if this isn’t close enough for you, we’d have to be married.” before giggling.

♡ 𝒿𝑒𝓃𝑜 [yanjen/nonna] :

- highkey adorable

- highkey shippable

- yanna just finds jeno adorable af

- jeno thinks yanna is someone he needs to protect all the time

- everytime jeno makes an adorable sound or just talks and she finds it cute, she’ll literally grab jeno’s face and pull it closer to hers sideways while laughing saying “you’re so cute”

- loves hugging each other

- you. will. always. find. yanna’s. hand. on. jeno’s. arm.

- she wears jeno’s things more than jeno wears them

- makes vomiting noises when jeno’s abs are a topic (also jaemin’s, she just doesn’t like the thought of her besties having abs people will thirst over but she also has them lol)

- obsessed with each others’ shoulders

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during a vlive, yanna’s head was on jeno’s shoulder when she started smelling his hair. she suddenly hit him and he was like “why?”, turns out jeno used her shampoo that day.

♡ 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝒸𝓀 [yanhyuck/hyucknna] :

- since yanna is pretty much like renjun, she also never backs down from hyuck

- “haechan cam with a viewer-“ “NOPE NO NO NONONONO”

- they ALWAYS fight and the members ALWAYS think it’s for real but they’re lyk “issa prank”

- except for that one time they really got mad at each other but we’re not gonna talk about that because only the 127 hyungs know about that

- “remember when you two fought because-“ “mark-hyung, shut up”

- hyuck remembers everything about yanna

- yanna likes reminding them not to put too much foundation on hyuck because she likes his skin

- nctzens’ favorite moment: “tmi, haechan is yanna’s first kiss” “NO ONE WOULD REVEAL THAT EXCEPT HIM” “atleast explain why and how it happened, it’s not like it was intended” “this really happened?????” (yup, that whole mess)

♡ 𝒿𝒶𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃 [yanmin/nnamin]

- again, highkey shippable

- jeno and jaemin are her boyfriends tbh

- she literally dies when he’s being goofy

- they hit each other when it’s too funny

- clingyyyyyy

- “na jaemin’s mine” “yes, baby i am” “PLEASE STOP”

- she also cried when she found out jaemin wasn’t joining them for mfal

- cried harder when he joined them for “go”

- people always question why she doesn’t call him “hyung” when he’s a 00-liner and she just answers with “just because”

- if y’all think you’re confused if they’re in a relationship or not, so are they

- often have 2 minute-long eye contact

- nctzens’ favorite moment: when jaemin’s series was on-going, it seemed like the two were asked to interact less because yanna was obviously trying her best to avoid jaemin. one time, she got scared and hid behind jaemin’s back. as soon as she noticed, she started walking over to jisung who saw the whole thing and laughed at her.

♡ 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔 [yanyang] :

- yanna loves clowning him

- “GOT ME GOING THROUGH THE ROOF ROOF” “i don’t get it?” “ROOF ROOF” “what?” “YOU SOUND LIKE A DOG, YANGYANG”

- she thinks yangyang’s very intelligent and asks him to teach her

- they’re close but not the same level as the dreamies close

- they speak in english with each other a lot

- seriously, they just laugh a lot around each other

- nctzens’ favorite moment: yanna was on vlive with jisung and chenle when she pulled her airpods case out because she was looking for something inside her hoodie’s pocket. czennies saw the case and it was ice bear from wbb, they started asking where she bought it and she said “i don’t know, yangyang gave it to me”

♡ 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓃𝓁𝑒 [yannle/yanchen] :

- chaotic duo

- it’s always yanna’s idea to mess with the hyungs, it’s just that chenle has more guts to do it

- she always babies chenle even though they’re the same age

- yanna literally can’t get through one vlive without touching chenle’s hair

- chenle can’t get through one vlive without reading a comment meant for yanna

- “yanna, do aegyo please” “no”

- no one believes they’re the same age

- yanna hits chenle when he lets out spoilers

- chenle likes pinching yanna’s armpit

- TAEYONG STANS

- always very supportive of each other

- nctzens’ favorite moment: chenle has a baby picture of yanna and he shows it off saying it’s his sister until yanna told czennies that it was actually her.

♡ 𝒿𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔 [yansung/sungna] :

(i can’t add another gif i-)

- dancing duo!!

- jisung wanted yanna to join dancing high with him but she was too nervous

- they’re each others stress reliever when it comes to dancing

- yanna also takes good care of him

- “if jaemin’s your mom then who am i?” “your my mom’s spouse” “what?” “nice, jisungie”

- yanna’s always clinging to jisung’s back like a backpack when they’re sitting on the couch for a vlive

- dance covers!!!!

- jisung’s hand is big so yanna really likes playing with his fingers uwu

- nctzens’ favorite moment: during idol room, it was revealed that yanna‘s good at giving the silent treatment and when she was asked who she often has a hard time ignoring, she said it was jisung because he would start whining “why aren’t you talking to meeeee?” and she would find it really cute.

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Subterfuge

Part 8/finale in Getaway Series

Warnings: nonconsensual sex (vaginal ntercourse, violence), angst, general assholery.

This is dark!(nomad)Steve and explicit. 18+ only. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. I mean it, I’m not gonna tell you again.

Summary: The reader makes her move.

Note: Alright, so this is the final part of this series and I’m shocked that I’ve finished it bc I was struggling boo. But here ya go. I hope you all are ready and I dunno if you’ll like it, but this is the end.

Anyways, let me know what you think as always with a reblog and/or some feedback. Love ya <3

...

You watched your mother as she set the casserole dish in the middle of the table. She hadn’t said much to you since your arrival. She avoided it as she distracted herself with the family dinner. Your sister sat across from you, she meant to say something but had yet to find the gull. 

Your father was the only who was unfazed by your presence. Never the talkative type, he at least looked away from his book for more than two seconds to acknowledge you. He greeted you with a hug and asked after your day. 

The tension of thoughts unspoken kept you silent too. You waited at the table and resisted the habitual urge to take your phone out. That would only be a reminder. Of how terribly everything could go. Your last hope were the texts you quickly erased upon reading. The emails deleted within minutes of receiving them.

Tony Stark had a plan and it all hinged on you. And Steve. Agents were in place to descend on your apartment the moment you sent the code word but their target had been absent for almost five days. Just like his presence, it made you anxious. He had been away for longer before. You should be relieved to be free of him, but you knew it was only temporary.

Your mother served everyone before she sat. You twirled your fork but even the savoury aroma of her family recipe couldn’t rile your appetite. You may not know when Steve would show up next, but you knew the end was imminent. All you had to do was send the word. One word and he was done.

“So, honey,” Your mother’s voice was hesitant. “How have you been?”

“Working,” You replied. “You know, the same old.”

The sound of cutlery against the plates filled the silence that followed. 

“And how’s Nick?” Gia asked suddenly. You looked up to her grin and narrowed your eyes.

“I wouldn’t know,” You said. 

“Gia,” Your mom warned.

“Oh come on, the last time we saw her, her ex was tryna fight her new boytoy.” Gia trilled. “Our family can be dramatic but that was--”

“He’s not--Nick is just...Nick.” You interjected. “Jesus, I came here to be with all of you and you’re treating me like some...pariah. Should I have worn a scarlet letter for our dinner?”

“We’re worried,” Your mother intoned. “We don’t know this Nick very well and after what happened with Ethan--”

“Ethan hates me. He has every right to.” You snarled. “What do you want me to say? He was right, I’m a slut.”

“Language,” Your mother reproached.

“I’m an adult! I’ll use whatever language suited to the situation.” You dropped your fork and crossed your arms. “Why aren’t you saying anything to Gia as she dates a man nearly two decades older than her, hmm?”

“We love you, we just want to make sure you’re okay,” Your mother protested.

“Then leave her alone,” Your father spoke up as he swallowed a mouthful of casserole. “Pete’s sake, she’s told you a dozen times. Let her make her own mistakes. Judgin’ her’s not gonna do her any favours.”

You blinked and looked to your dad as he leaned back in his chair. 

“This Nick boy causes any trouble, I’ll deal with him myself.” He shook his head. “Just like I dealt with Ethan.”

“What?” You lifted a brow. “What does that mean?”

“I had a talk with him after the barbecue. Told him to leave you alone. He’s angry. Hurt. But I told him it’s no sense hounding you and making you both more miserable than you already are.” He sighed. “It will pass. All of it.” He looked to your mother pointedly. “So let it pass and be nice.”

You mother sniffed and stared at the table. Gia glared at you over her plate and you tapped your fingers along the wood. You nodded and slowly stood.

“I’m not hungry.” You said. “Besides, I didn’t come here to eat. I came here to spend time with you. I thought, stupidly, that we could be friendly.” You stepped out from between the chair and table. “I love you. All of you. I just think I need some time.”

“Honey,” Your mother stood, “Please--”

“I’ve got work tomorrow,” You neared her and forced your arms around her. “I’ll see you.” 

You let go of her and patted your sister’s arm as she sulked in her chair. Your father stood and hugged you in turn. He clung to you a moment before he held you at arm’s length. His wrinkles deepened as he considered you.

“Take care of yourself, kiddo,” He said.

“I’ll try, dad,” You slowly parted from him and his hand fell from your shoulder. “Bye.”

You grabbed your coat and jacket at the door and looked back into the dining room. Your dad watched as you opened the door and disappeared out onto the street. Well, there wasn’t as much at stake as you thought.

-

‘Dear Mom, Dad, Gia, or whoever finds this letter,

If I'm missing or dead, I want this to be a record of why. If this man gets the best of me, I want there to be a chance that someone might get him.’

Your hand hovered over the paper as you thought. The small book light lit your words as you sat in the dark. The mattress was lumpy, its time on the floor had worsened its springs. You flicked your pen against your lip and bit the cap. Slowly, you pressed the ballpoint to the paper again.

‘It happened up north, on vacation with my friends, Kaya, Camile, Milani, and Corette, as well as my sister, Gia. They do not know what happened but they can confirm that they left me alone for several hours to visit the beach. During which I was accosted and assaulted by the fugitive known as Steve Rogers. He was bleeding and left me bleeding in turn.

I returned at the end of the week to the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Ethan. For a few weeks, my life was the same as it was. But then he appeared again, broke into my apartment, and assaulted both me and Ethan. He made Ethan watch as he raped me and this led to the end of that relationship.

Thereafter, living on my own and without witness, I was visited almost weekly by Steve Rogers. He introduced himself to those I knew as Nick and coerced me into hiding his identity. If you capture him, you will find footage of at least one of his assaults on his phone. You will also find that he once more assaulted Ethan at one of my family’s events.

You will also note my correspondence with Stark Industries. They can provide you with a full transcript as I have erased all evidence on my end to keep myself safe. If they have failed to aid me in capturing the fugitive, then this letter will be of use to you. I only hope that he is caught before he can do this to someone else.

In the event that this letter is read, I want my family to know that I love them. I am sorry I didn’t tell them the truth but it was for their own safety.’

You leaned back against the pillow and re-read the letter. You shivered and folded it up carefully. Your last testament. All that would remain of you should this all go to shit. You got up and tucked folded the paper up so that it fit behind the upholstery of your jewelry box. When Steve arrived, you’d text your mother your hiding spot. You only prayed Steve didn’t discover it first.

-

It was your day off. You didn’t sleep and so you showered and dressed early. Unsure of when the bell would toll, you determined to make what could be your last day to yourself entirely self-indulgent.

You spent an hour in the bookstore. It was ages since you visited the familiar aisles, browsed old titles and new. You still hadn’t read the last haul of books you’d taken home with you. You weren’t sure you ever would but the smell of paperback comforted you. It reminded you of a time before; the alphabetized spines were the only order in your chaotic life.

You paid for a collection of Poe’s stories and made your way to the cafe next door. Many of the bookstore’s patrons ended up here. It was bustling that day but many took their coffee to go. You ordered a tea and sat in the corner, a round-backed armchair with another beside it. Empty.

It was easy to feel lonely these days. With a secret you couldn’t share with anyone; a torment you faced on your own. You left your tea to cool on the small table between the chairs and opened the book. Many of these tales you’d read before but each time you read them, they felt new again, though the sense of horror was nothing compared to that you faced outside the pages.

“You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded –with what caution –with what foresight –with what dissimulation I went to work!”

You began to slump in your chair as you read the descent into madness, the almost inhuman insanity did not seem so fantastical anymore. Perhaps, Poe’s horror wasn’t fictional, but a reflection of the depths of humanity. Of how low one could sink when their soul is corrupted.

A shadow moved beside you and a cup was placed next to yours. The book fell closed around your finger as you let it rest in your lap. You stared over at your villain. Steve sat down heavily and smirked over at you.

“Is this what you do with your free time?” He asked as he ran his hands along his thighs, smoothing the wrinkles from the worn denim. 

You pulled your finger from the pages without marking your place and set the small volume behind your cup. You took your tea and sipped as you looked around the cafe. “It’s what I’m doing today.”

“It’s been a while,” He remarked as he picked up his own cup and cradled it just above his lap. “Do you think this will save you?”

You turned and squinted at him. You drank again. The tea was lukewarm and acidic. “Save me?” 

“All these people,” He glanced around. “Do you think that will stop me?”

“I know it won’t,” You replied and took another gulp before setting aside the dregs to cool entirely. “So what are you waiting for?”

He laughed and raised his mug to his lips. He drank the dark coffee and placed his mug next to yours. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“And neither do you,” You countered. 

“I don’t,” He said as he leaned over the arm of his chair. “And let me assure you, I’ve dealt with people far more formidable than you, girl.”

You nodded. This was what he did. He enjoyed it; taunting you. “I’m sure you have.” You examined the lines of your palm. You itched to grab your phone but could not make it so obvious. “Where have you been, anyway?”

“Doing my valiant duty. Saving the people who need saving.” He said smugly. “You know, the ones I was outlawed from helping. This world seems to have forgotten that without me, they’d be in ruins.”

“Is that how you make it okay in your head?” You looked at him. “Hmm? This?”

“This is what I’m owed. You. A single life for the millions I’ve saved.” He reached over and touched your arm, his fingers danced along your shoulder. “I’m fucking hard already.” He pulled away and pushed himself to his feet. “Meet me in the mens’.”

He turned and strutted away as you watched him. His broad shoulders disappeared down the narrow hallway that led to the facilities. You sighed and grabbed the book of horror stories from the table. 

You stared at the cover, the silhouette of a raven. A bad omen; a harbinger of warfare, of death. You grabbed your purse and replaced the book on the table. You didn’t need horror stories; you were living one of your own.

The walk along the hallway seemed longer than six steps. The clinking and steaming of the cafe kitchen disguised your footsteps. You passed the ladies’ and stopped in front of the mens’. You didn’t knock but stepped inside with resignation. 

Was this the climax of your story? How then should the denouement bring you lower?

Steve reached over your head and pushed the door closed as you entered. His hand slipped down and turned the lock with a loud click. He grabbed your arm and yanked you away from the door as he turned you to face the small sink.  You dropped your purse as you gripped the porcelain.

You looked in the mirror at yourself as he let go and hastily undid his fly. “Come on,” He tugged your shirt up and grabbed the waist of your jeans. 

You flicked open your fly as he shoved your pants past your ass. The heat of his body surrounded you. You looked up. Your eyes weren’t yours. They were dark and haunted. Your features were marred by shadows. You felt hollow as his hand brushed against you and he pushed your shoulders forward.

You closed your eyes as he entered you. It hurt. You were dry and he was impatient. It took him a few thrusts to reach his limit. His hand went to the back of your neck as you shuddered and grasped the sides of the sink. He crushed your hips against the porcelain as his hushed grunts floated above you.

“Fuck,” He swore as he slipped his hand around your front. He felt between your folds and rubbed your clit. “I should’ve come yesterday.”

You bit your lip as you hung your head forward. You kept your eyes shut as each thrust came harder than the last. The cold porcelain grew slick beneath your palms. You slid forward, your face closer to the mirror. His hand crept around your neck and your back arched as his fingers tightened at your throat.

Your breath whisked from you as the sounds of the cafe crept in beneath the door. You felt yourself slicken around his cock. Your body worked against you. His flesh slapped loudly against your ass. You couldn’t stifle the heat as it flowed through you.

You gasped as he sped up. Your hands slipped as his left your neck. He caught your arms and held them back as he fucked you. 

“Open your eyes.” He growled. You shook your head and he jolted into you painfully and stopped. “I said open your eyes, girl.”

Your jaw set and you slowly opened your eyes. His blue eyes were cavernous as they stared back at you in the mirror. He began to move again. Your body rebelled and continued its ascent. You breathed through your nose, trying to muffle your pleasure as he ripped it from your flesh. You squeaked and trembled as you came. He watched, pleased at your surrender.

He pulled you away from the sink. He dropped your arms and wrapped his around your middle as he rutted into you. You reached back to touch his thighs, pleading wordlessly for him to slow down as each thrust sent a ripple through you. 

He jerked against you and spasmed as he threw his head back. He hissed as he came and rocked his hips slowly as he spilled inside you. You were weak as he released you and you stumbled forward as he pulled out. 

He chuckled as you caught yourself on the sink and his cum dripped down onto your panties and jeans. He edged you out of his way as he grabbed a paper towel and turned the faucet. You took some toilet paper and turned away from him as he cleaned himself up. You tried to do the same but still felt dirty when you were done.

“I’ll be out there,” He said as he zipped his fly up. “There’s an alarm on the fire escape so let’s not play games.”

“Alright,” You grumbled if only to get him to leave.

The locked clicked and the door opened and closed. You wiped off your panties and jeans as best as you could and pulled them up. You locked the door and grabbed your purse off the tile. You dug around and found your phone buried in the mess. 

You leaned against the wall as you typed in the single word. You stared at it as your thumb hovered over ‘send’. Once it went through, you had less than an hour before agents descended on your apartment. You sent the second, the one for your mother and shoved your phone away. 

However this ended, Steve would no longer be your personal scourge.

-

The car ride was silent. It always was with him. It was better that way. The only words he had for you were cruel. You kept your eyes forward and watched the road through the windshield. Play it cool. This was the hardest part. The anxiety. The impatience. For your doom or his.

Your building was a spectre against the grey sky. A storm was moving in. You got out and he followed. The usual smack on your ass. You pulled out your keys as he pushed himself against you. He was hard again.

“We’ll have some fun on your day off,” He teased as you unlocked the door. “Better than your books.”

You stayed quiet. He didn’t expect an answer. He knew you wouldn’t. This routine had become too familiar. Too rehearsed. Too easy.

You led him up the stairs. With each, your heart beat just a little quicker. The keys jingled in your hand and you realized your were shaking. You stopped in front of your door to gather yourself and find the right key on the ring. He leaned against the wall and ran a finger down your side.

“You’re...excited,” He mused. “I can hear your heart racing.”

You looked over at him, the key poised just before the lock. “You can?”

“Yeah. I hear a lot, you know? Your heart, the blood flowing through your veins, your breath before it rises,” He smirked and you slid the key into the bolt and turned. “Serum gave me a lot more than muscles, didn’t it?”

He flicked your chin playfully and drew away. You held back your retort and stepped inside. Your apartment was as you left it, not a single speck of dust missing. You blinked as you entered the small living room. A furtive glance to the windows. 

Did they get your message? Were they really coming?

Steve walked around the room as he stretched his arms above him. You watched him as he strolled around the small space. He neared the window and looked out, his figure a wraith against the grim sky. He twisted the plastic rod and the blinds closed.

He turned back to you and his hands went to his hips. That classic stance you’d seen on posters. Captain America. The saviour of the world. He laughed.

“You’re heart is still going,” He slowly inched across the room. “Faster now. Fuck, you’re gonna have a fit, girl.”

You swallowed, your mouth dry as you gripped your purse. You looked down and saw your phone through the open zipper. You couldn’t just pull it out and check. You hadn’t felt a vibration. 

He neared, his shoes decisive against the hardwood. He was like a hawk circling. You looked up and backed away as he came closer.

“You really think Tony Stark would believe some small town girl?” Steve grinned and your chest clenched. “Hmm? You think you’re some spy with your code words and your covert messages? Your plan to have them storm your pathetic apartment?”

Your lips parted in shock as if you’d been slapped. No… Your flesh turned to stone as you met the wall and pressed yourself to it. 

“I’ve faced real spies. Let me tell you, Hydra was a lot more intimidating but I tossed them on their asses. But you, you think you can bring me down?” He chuckled as his hand came up to grip your chin. “What do you think I could do to you?”

Tears rose along your lower lids and your lip trembled. You should’ve known. It was too easy. Another trick. A bug on your phone; your computer, too. He knew it all and you were too desperate to think. Stupid.

“Think of what I’ve already done,” He leaned in so that his nose was almost touching yours. “Of what I’m going to do now.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “It’s over, girl. Just like you wanted it.”

He pulled away, his hands balled as he glared down at you. His chest rose and fell as his jaw ticked. You wiped away the tears before they could fall and sniffed. You stood straight as you looked back at him defiantly.

“Fine,” You declared. “Then end it.”

You were stunned as his fist met your jaw. Your stumbled back and your head hit the wall. You slid down slowly as your legs turned to jelly and the room faded slowly before your eyes. You gripped your pounding skull as the strength drained from you. You looked up at Steve as he loomed over you and your vision swam with stars.

“You really thought you could get away from me?” He knelt as your eyes began to roll back, his voice floated in your ears and into the void. 

-

When you awoke, the world was moving. When you awoke, you were shocked. Were you really alive or was this the purgatory you’d always denied? Your head lolled and you stared at the driver of the car. No, you were still painfully alive.

Steve’s features were limned in sunlight. It was either a new day or a new place. His blue eyes bore into the winding highway ahead. Your jaw ached terribly and your head felt like it was full of cement. You babbled weakly.

Your hands were tied together. Your ankles too. The seat belt was buckled around you and kept you from sliding down the seat.

“I really thought I might’ve killed you,” He said. “I hit you a bit harder than I meant to.”

You grumbled. No words would come.

“That’d be too easy. I’ve been too easy on you and you didn’t appreciate it at all. I let you stay in your shit hole apartment, let you see your family, let you live your life when it’s not your life. It’s mine.” The steering wheel groaned as he gripped it tighter. “You’re mine.”

You mumbled and felt the sting of tears as the world closed in on you.

“It’s all over now, girl,” Your eyes closed again. “You don’t even know how good you had it.”

His words were scribbled across your dreams as you sank back into unconsciousness. You dozed and woke at intervals. He allowed you a drink of water from a bottle and a piss on the side of the road. You barely recalled the stops as your world was clouded in shock and pain.

You were shaken awake for the last time. Your door was open and Steve felt along your jaw roughly. 

“It’s not broken.” He stated and unbuckled the seat belt. “See, another thing to be thankful for.”

“Steve,” You rasped. “Please…”

“Please, shut up,” He spat and pulled you out of the car. “Come on, hop, bunny.”

He tugged you forward and you were forced to hop on your bound feet. There was a farmhouse just ahead; long-abandoned and slanted. The fields were overgrown with weeds. This was where he’d leave you. 

“Just get it over with,” Your words were clumsy through your swollen jaw.

He didn’t reply and continued to drag you towards the barn. He slid the door open enough to angle you through. He led you to the corner where a pile of rotted boards rested. He let go of you and you wobbled on your feet as he began to move the rubble.

Beneath was a small hatch. This was tornado country. These vaults were built decades ago to keep families safe when the sirens sounded. Except the hatch was more than the usual wooden door; it was metal, shiny and new, a bolt on its face.

He took a key out and unlocked the hatch. He turned and bent to pick you up. He slung you over his shoulder and your head spun. He slowly carried you down the steps. He put you back on your feet and you wavered. 

The light from above lit the shadows. There were shelves along the far wall, illegible packets and cans lined the middle shelf. A bed sat a foot from the shelves against the wall; a metal frame with a thin mattress. A toilet was attached to the wall along with a small sink. A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling.

Steve untied your hands and your feet. He stood and shoved you towards the middle of the room. You caught yourself on the bed frame and turned back.

“Welcome home,” His smile was sinister in the dim. 

“No,” You gasped and neared him. He pushed you back easily and you fell on your ass. “Please, don’t do this. Just kill me, please.”

“Kill you? I never wanted that,” He scoffed and turned to set his foot on the bottom step. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on you. Now and then.”

He started to climb the steps and you got up unsteadily. As he reached the top, you grabbed onto the stairs and tried to come up after him.

“I’ll throw you back down,” He warned as he pulled on the steps and slowly raised them. You clung to them as he tried to wriggle them away from you. “You’ll be worse off if I break something.”

“Steve, you can’t--” Slivers embedded in your skin as he yanked the steps free from you and raised them up after him.

“Now, now, girl,” He knelt and looked through the hatch at you. “Is there anything I can’t do?” He slowly lifted the door as he spoke. “Don’t you worry, I’ll keep an eye on the family for you.” He taunted as he slowly closed the door, the light draining away inch by inch. “Be good and I’ll let you know.”

He dropped the door entirely and it clanged shut. The lock turned and you were left in darkness. Tears rolled down your eyes and light sparked in your blurred vision. The light bulb crackled to life above you, a small beacon in the pit. You could hear him moving the boards back onto the hatch.

You turned blindly and fell onto the bed. You were poked by the corner of a familiar shape. You sat up and grabbed the book from atop the thin blanket. The silhouette of the raven shone beneath the wire. The book fell open as your sight came clearer through the tears. The world clearer through the dark. The scraping and steps above faded away.

“Then silence, and stillness, and night were the universe.”

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two: you’re poison running through my veins 

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warnings: contains guns, drug use, sexual situations and swearing 

Niall pulled her in by her hips, lips connecting with her chest, the skin that peaked out from her robe. Rosalind took one last hit of the blunt before leaning over to put it out in the ashtray on her bedside table.

Rosalind pulled Niall in for a desperate kiss, hips rolling against his. She didn’t feel like playing games with him. Niall slid his hand up her thigh, squeezing as she kissed him. Rosalind hated the way he knew how to touch her.

“Don’t wanna play games tonight,” Rosalind told him, breaking the kiss to take a breath. She pushed her wet hair from her eyes, looking down at him.

“No games,” he assured her.

Rosalind held her breath, stepping toward the door of Mario’s apartment. She could hear two men talking inside. She heard her name which made her stop cold. 

Rosalind leaned against the wall, ear pressing against it. She closed her eyes, feeling the dread settle in her body as she listened to Mario. 

“Rosalind won’t tell me anything,” Mario said. “She won’t tell me about the deals. The money. Nothing. I don’t have anything.”

“Fuck Mario!” The guy yelled. “The deal was you give us fucking something and you get out. If you don’t bring me some information you’re going back in.”

“Come on,” Mario pleaded. “Don’t do this.” 

Rosalind pushed herself off the wall, taking a step toward the door to knock on it. She didn’t hold her breath, and she wasn’t nervous. Her eyes were cold. 

“Who is it?” Mario called through the door. 

“It’s Roz,” she said, arms crossed over her chest. 

The door swung open not a second later. Mario gestured for the detective to leave, eyes in a panic. Rosalind narrowed her eyes at him. Detective Falco. He’d been on Rosalind’s back for years and was on her fathers just the same. Rosalind could hardly believe Mario would be so desperate to go to him. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. Civella,” he said, eyes glancing between the two. 

Rosalind ignored him, pushing her way past both of them to get into his apartment. For a moment Rosalind thought about killing both of them but this needed a rational mind. 

Only when the door closed did Rosalind turn around, a dull look on her face. “What did he want?” 

“Just came sniffing around,” Mario shrugged. “You know how it goes.”

“Right,” Rosalind agreed, nodding. “I came to see where you’ve been. Haven’t been to work in the last few days. The guys were asking.”

“I think I was coming down with something. Was throwing up for days,” Mario said, shaking his head. 

Rosalind could see the fresh injection marks on his arms. She wasn’t stupid. Rosalind hummed, nodding. “I see. Well I hope this weeks money isn’t late. I’d hate that, you know.”

“I know,” Mario answered quickly. “It won’t be.”

“Okay,” Rosalind answered, nodding. “I have to run.”

“I’ll call you,” Mario told her. 

Rosalind could see the fear in his eyes as she walked out. For a moment she wondered if this is what her father would want. Business to come before blood. 

Just as Rosalind got into her car, her phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket, holding it between her shoulder and her ear as she turned the car on. “Hello?” 

“Roz,” Niall answered. 

“Why are you calling me?” Rosalind asked, sounding annoyed. “And how are you calling me?” 

“A package of yours came to the office. I’m bringing it over tonight,” Niall told her, a hushed tone. 

Before Rosalind could ask any questions the line went dead. She shook her head, tossing her phone onto the passenger seat. Niall was notorious for calling to say something cryptic only to hang up a second after. 

Rosalind pushed the thoughts of Niall from her head. She was too busy to think of him and his lame jokes- which is what they always turned out to be. There were serious things to worry about. 

Rosalind drove from Mario’s apartment to Luca’s restaurant. It wasn’t far, just a few blocks. It was the only place Rosalind ever felt safe. 

When Rosalind walked in, everyone was already there; Luca, Maria, Gio, Sal and Alonzo. It was relieving to see them. Rosalind shoved her keys into her pocket, looking around. “Where’s tony?” She asked. 

“Haven’t heard from him since yesterday,” Luca told her, handing her a cup or coffee. “You look like shit. What happened?” 

“I overheard an interesting conversation today,” Rosalind told him. She took a sip of her coffee, feeling every eye in the room look at her. Rosalind cleared her throat. “Mario’s working with Falco.”

“No way,” Gio whispered and Rosalind looked at him. His reaction told Rosalind that he didn’t know this already. She wouldn’t put it past him, though. 

“Are ya sure?” Alonzo asked, eyebrows furrowing. He knew what it meant. 

“There’s not a doubt in my mind,” Rosalind answered, shaking her head. 

“You’re not gonna...” Maria trailed off. “Roz that’s our Mario.”

“I know,” Rosalind agreed. “He was our Mario.” 

“What do you mean?” She asked. 

“I mean,” Rosalind chuckled. “Mario is either high or withdrawing. He’s not a person he’s-he’s desperate to survive and Falco is his way to survive.”

“So what do we do?” Luca asked. “You want us to...” 

Rosalind began to worry. She looked around the room at all the eyes on her. She was in charge. Does she call a hit out on her own brother? Her fathers son? Her fathers only son, for that matter.

“We need to be sure,” Rosalind decided. “Give it a few days. Just act normal with him but don’t say shit. Not a word about any business.” Her eyes narrowed at Gio. “I fuckin mean it.”

Gio nodded his head, holding Rosalind’s gaze. “I won’t. My word.”

“Rosalind,” Maria whispered, voice desperate. “Please can we talk?”

Rosalind let out a sigh, nodding. “We need the room,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. 

When the room filed out, Maria looked close to tears. Rosalind sat down at the table beside her, already knowing the way this conversation would go. 

“Roz, you can’t put a hit out on Mario,” she urged, desperation leaking off of every word she spoke. 

“Think about this, then,” Rosalind began slowly, voice quiet. “Mario lives and leaks our shit to the feds. Suddenly maria goes to jail- her kids have no mother. Her husband leaves her and takes the kids and you never fucking see them again. Is Mario’s life worth that?” 

Maria didn’t say anything, just sat there chewing on her bottom lip, a blank look on her face. Rosalind looked away from her, picking up her coffee to take a sip. It wouldn’t be an easy decision to come by. 

“I don’t want it to happen,” Rosalind clarified, a tiredness to her voice. “I love Mario despite the shit he’s put us through. I can’t justify his life being more important than yours or mine or any other guy that has a family. There’s a line to which blood means something.”

“Why do you get to make that line?” Maria demanded, eyes narrowing at her. “Who fucking said you get to play god with people’s lives?”

“Dad did,” Rosalind responded, standing up. “Just think about it. What it would mean if Mario happened upon some information about where his younger sister got her income from.” 

“Fuck you,” Maria whispered in a shaky voice. 

Rosalind knew she was scared. Mario wasn’t a saint, and he wasn’t a child that needs protected. Rosalind reminded herself that the choice he made to become a rat was a selfish one and a conscious one. That couldn’t be forgiven. 

//

Rosalind peeled her clothes off, tossing them onto the bathroom floor. She let out a sharp breath as she saw the bruises on her skin. They’d been healing better and hurt practically not at all. They just looked really nasty. 

Admittedly, Rosalind shouldn’t go around collecting her own debts. That what Luca was for. It didn’t stop her from trying, though. 

Rosalind turned the water on. She could hear her front door open and close and then the snick of the lock. She stepped into the shower, taking a breath as the warm water washed over her tense muscles. 

“Rosalind, I have your package,” Niall called from her bedroom. 

“What package?” She yelled back, shaking her head. 

Niall came in the bathroom, already peeling his clothes off. Rosalind saw him through the shower door and had to smile because she knew which package he was talking about. 

Niall slid into the shower behind her, not wasting a moment. He slid his hands over her hips, pulling her in. Rosalind breathed out a laugh as he kissed at her neck. “If the package is what I think it is, I have half a mind to beat the shit out of you.” 

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Niall laughed, spinning her around. His laugh faded as his eyes fell to her stomach. “Roz what the-“

“They’re old,” she insisted. “From last week.” 

“You didn’t get checked out?” He asked, fingers brushing over the purple skin. 

“They don’t hurt anymore,” she urged, pushing his hand away. “I really fuckin’ want that package of yours, Niall. Isn’t that why you came over?” 

Niall breathed out a laugh as Rosalind wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him softly. She looked at him with innocent eyes and he shook his head, “fuckin’ hell, baby.” 

“I’m not giving you a blowjob,” she told him, a dull tone to her voice. “But you can fuck me when I get out. And then you can eat me out before you leave.” 

“I’m not leaving,” Niall responded, hand reaching out to cup her breast. 

“Yes you are,” Rosalind responded, pushing his hand away from her chest. “And you’re going to eat me out.” 

“Fine,” he conceded, a tired sigh escaping his lips. “I hate that you’re so bossy all the fucking time.” 

“I am the boss, so,” Rosalind shrugged, turning around to grab her shampoo. 

“Yeah I’m the boss too,” Niall protested, weakly at that. It came out sounding petulant. 

Rosalind hummed, lathering her hair with shampoo. Niall reached by her, grabbing her body wash, opening it up to smell it. “Do you want to talk business?” 

“Not particularly,” Rosalind mumbled, closing her eyes. She tilted her head back in the water, feeling the shampoo slide out of her hair. 

Rosalind thought about telling Niall about Mario. She knew he’d tell her to get rid of him, offer to do it, even. It was a visceral need he had to protect her despite Rosalind’s need to protect herself by herself. 

“What would you do if you found out Greg was working with the FBI?” Rosalind asked, offhandedly. 

“I’d kill him,” Niall answered, not an ounce of hesitation in his voice. “Why? You hear something? Bout Greg?” 

“No just a hypothetical,” Rosalind shrugged, looking over at him. “You can get out now. I have to shave.”

“Come on, Roz,” Niall protested, sighing. “I’ve seen parts of you that you haven’t even seen and you’re-“

“Get out,” Rosalind laughed, pushing him towards the door. “Before I ask you to leave leave.” 

“One of these days you’re gonna push me too far,” Niall warned, pulling her in to kiss her, all tongue. 

Rosalind kissed him back, pressing herself up against him. She didn’t believe it, not even a little bit. Niall squeezed her butt, humming against her lips. “You better hurry the fuck up.” 

Rosalind took her time finishing up. It was to make Niall wait. She reasoned, he had to learn self control somewhere. His actions in the past and present have proved he has none. 

Rosalind toweled at her hair, stepping out of the shower. Her mind felt clearer than it did earlier. She wrapped herself in her robe, opening the bathroom door. 

Niall was heavy lidded, a blunt between his fingers. Rosalind let out an unimpressed sigh, shaking her head. “I’m considering charging you every time you come over. Use my shower and smoke my weed.” 

“I’ll make it up to ya,” Niall smiled, looking her up and down. “Now come ‘ere.” 

Rosalind didn’t fight it, falling onto the bed beside him. She took the blunt from him, taking a hit. Niall pulled her in for a kiss almost immediately. It made Rosalind sigh against his lips. 

Niall pulled away, taking a drag of the blunt. Rosalind didn’t give him a chance, straddling his hips. She wasn’t surprised at the lack of clothes between their bodies. Niall chuckled, blowing smoke from his lips. “Pretty girl.” 

Niall pulled her in by her hips, lips connecting with her chest, the skin that peaked out from her robe. Rosalind took one last hit of the blunt before leaning over to put it out in the ashtray on her bedside table. 

Rosalind pulled Niall in for a desperate kiss, hips rolling against his. She didn’t feel like playing games with him. Niall slid his hand up her thigh, squeezing as she kissed him. Rosalind hated the way he knew how to touch her. 

“Don’t wanna play games tonight,” Rosalind told him, breaking the kiss to take a breath. She pushed her wet hair from her eyes, looking down at him. 

“No games,” he assured her. 

“Want you to fuck me,” Rosalind told him, reaching to untie her robe with nimble fingers. She let it slide off of her shoulders onto the bed and Niall let out a breath. 

“Fuck, Roz,” he murmured, eyeing her with an astonished look on his face. “Think you get sexier every time I see ya.” 

“Think you talk a lot of shit,” Rosalind retorted, shaking her head. She reached her hand between them, stroking his half hard cock with teasing fingers. 

Niall let out a sigh, hands sliding up her thigh as she stroked him. “Missed you, babe.” 

“Shut up,” Rosalind murmured, feeling her own mind begin to wander. She was dying to have him inside of her. Maybe she missed him too but she had the good grace to not say it aloud. 

Rosalind leaned forward, catching Niall’s lips in a teasing kiss. It was barely a brush of their lips together. Niall panted against her mouth, eyes falling shut. 

“Come on, Niall,” Rosalind whispered. She kissed him harder, tongue slipping into his mouth. Niall moaned against her lips just as she wrapped her hand around him to pump excruciatingly slow just to drive him extra crazy. 

“Mmm fuck,” Niall murmured. Rosalind kissed down his neck, nipping at his throat. She kept her hand between his legs, pumping slowly. Niall let out a low hum at the way she nipped at his neck. “You’re going to mark me, aren’t you,” he mumbled, eyes slipping shut. 

Rosalind smiled against his neck, tongue pressed against the spot she was working at. She pulled away, thumb brushing over the spot. “Maybe.”

Niall let out a sharp breath, the way Rosalind wrapped her hand around his neck. “Hate when you do that,” he mumbled, head tilting to the side. 

“I’m sure,” Rosalind sang, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Think you got harder, though.” 

“Fuck off,” Niall muttered, eyes slipping shut. “And kiss me.”

Rosalind kissed him, rolling her hips against his and she was beginning to ache for him. A thrill ran down her spine. Niall gripped her hips, grinding her against him and she couldn’t help but gasp against his lips. 

“Wanna fuck you,” Niall told her, pulling away just enough to look her in the eyes. 

“I’ll ride you,” Rosalind said, leaning over to the bedside table. 

“No I-“ Niall cut off with a sigh, hands falling from her hips. “Roz.”

“Fuck-“ she muttered, sitting back, condom in hand. “What?” 

“I want to fuck you,” Niall repeated as if she didn’t understand what he meant. “Properly like. You never let me.”

“I like to ride you,” Rosalind clarified, pulling the condom open with a force that it fell out onto Niall’s stomach. 

Niall grabbed it before Rosalind had the chance, gripping it in white knuckles. “I want to fuck you,” he repeated. 

Rosalind gave him a look, unsatisfied with his words. For all the ways Rosalind felt like her life was out of control, Niall let her make herself feel like she was in total control. At least, sometimes. 

It was the give and take that she hated. They were compromises she felt like only a couple would decide. She pushed the thought from her mind, and ignored the way her stomach churned at that. 

Ultimately, Rosalind responded, “how do you want me?” 

Niall’s lips turned up into a sickening smile as he looked up at her. “Face down, ass up, pretty thing.” 

“Fuck you,” Rosalind shot back, but followed his instructions nonetheless. She situated herself on her hands and knees the way he asked.  

Rosalind let her head hang between her shoulders, eyes shut as she felt Niall move beside her. First it was his hand on the curve over her back that made her shiver. And then came, his teasing fingers, dipping between her slit. Rosalind let out a breath, shoulders tightening. “Don’t tease me,” she warned. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Niall chided, though he continued to tease, fingers finding their way to her clit to rub softly. Rosalind moaned, back arching and Niall hummed, eyes drinking in every inch of her body. 

Niall pulled his fingers away from her, and Rosalind grunted, craning her neck to look at him. “What are you doing?” 

“Will you be patient?” Niall muttered, stroking his hard cock a few times, eyes holding her gaze. 

Rosalind slid one hand between her own legs, thumbing at her own clit for some sort of release. Niall let out an unimpressed sigh, pushing her hand away. “Don’t fucking touch yourself.” 

Rosalind let out a groan, head falling between her shoulders once more. “I hate you,” she said, most sincere. 

“Ever think I hate you too?” Niall asked, finally situating himself behind her, hands smoothing over the curve of her ass. “Always so impatient. You of all people should know we can’t get what we want when we want.” 

“If I’d know you were on a soapbox I would’ve asked you to leave,” Rosalind mumbled, shifting on her knees. 

Niall let out a hum, eyes trailing over her body. “Hey Roz,” he said, finger dipping into her wetness. 

“What,” she asked, not making the effort to look back at him. 

“Can you spread your legs a little?” He asked, offhandedly at that. 

Rosalind shifted again, spreading her legs. Finally she looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed. Niall laid down, working his way between her spread knees. “What’re y-“

Rosalind stopped short, feeling his hot breath on her center. She let out a soft gasp, eyes pinching shut. “Fuck.” 

The first lick had Rosalind moaning out, gripping the sheets with white knuckles. Niall used his tongue, licking over her clit with quick moments. Rosalind tried to rut against his tongue, but Niall gripped her hips, holding her still. 

“Are you gonna make me cum?” Rosalind panted out, desperate for her release. Niall movements didn’t let up, though. They became more desperate, one finger slipping inside of her and Rosalind felt like she could cry, how good it felt. 

“Niall,” she cried out, eyes pinching shut. “Niall please. I need to cum so bad. I can’t- can’t wait.” 

A second finger inside of her, had the pressure building until she could hardly breath, back arching. His movements on her clit, the desperate licks became too much and she moaned out, her orgasm approaching. 

“Fuck, baby,” she moaned, falling forward, cheek pressed against the hot sheets. “Give me more,” she begged. 

And then came Niall’s finger on her clit, his hot tongue pressing against where his fingers were fucking into her at a sharp pace. All it took was a hum against her skin and Rosalind was cumming, gasping out Niall’s name the way he loved. 

Niall licked her through her orgasm, fingers slowing on her clit. The way her wetness dripped down his fingers, made Niall moan. He never got tired of how wet she was.

“Niall I-“ Rosalind cut off, breathless. 

But Niall knew, disentangling himself from her just in time for Rosalind to collapse on the bed. Niall wiped his hand on the sheets, letting out a deep breath. He looked over his shoulder at Rosalind’s sprawled out body and felt a sense of pride at that. Rosalind loved to talk shit and it seemed like Niall was the only person that she’d ever let see her in this way. 

“Stop looking at me,” Rosalind mumbled against the sheets. “And fuck you,” she added. 

Niall collapsed on the bed, pressing a kiss to her sticky forehead, before settling beside her. “I’m hard as fuck, when will you be ready.”

“Never,” she responded, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m going to sleep.” 

“The fuck you are,” Niall gritted out, sitting up. 

Rosalind laughed into her arm, rolling over onto her back. She looked up at Niall, a smile on her face. Niall couldn’t help it, smiling himself. “Fuck you,” he said. 

“I don’t like to be on my knees,” Rosalind told him, sitting up. 

“I don’t care what you like,” Niall responded, eyebrows furrowing. “Just get on your fucking knees.”

“I hate you,” she breathed out, just in time for him to pull her in for a kiss. She kissed him back, hand sliding down to his hard cock, palming him softly. Niall gasped against her lips, pulling away. “Look how hard you are,” she teased. “All that from a couple moans?” 

“All that from how fucking tight you were on my fingers,” he clarified, kissing at her neck as she stroked his cock. “And how you moan my name-“ he cut off with a moan. “Love it when you moan my name.”

“Okay,” Rosalind decided. “Fuck me good. And pull my hair too. Not too hard just-“

“I know,” Niall cut her off, reaching behind him for the condom. “Hands and knees, for you.”

Rosalind rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “How is it fair that you get to tease me and touch me but it’s hands and knees for me?” 

“Rosalind you tease me every goddamn day. How about you just get on your knees? Would that be very hard?” 

“Yeah it’d be very hard- so fucking hard,” she mocked, shifting onto her knees. “I’m not even turned on anymore.”

”Well what’s it gonna take?” Niall asked, unimpressed with her antics. “For you to be turned on?” 

“First,” Rosalind decided, sitting down. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Fuck!” Niall laughed, collapsing onto his back. “Just get on with it. Do what you need to do. I’ll be here hard as a fucking rock until I die.”

Rosalind laughed, crawling out of bed. “I’ll be right back.” 

Rosalind disappeared into the bathroom. Niall took it upon himself to light a cigarette, laying back against her pillows. His eyes slipped shut as he took a slow drag. 

Rosalind came back a moment later, unimpressed. She laid down on the bed beside him, taking the cigarette from his fingers. She took a drag, shaking her head. 

“So what’ll it take?” Niall asked, nose bumping against her cheek. “I’m so hard, baby.”

“Kiss me,” Rosalind murmured, reaching around him to put the cigarette out in the ash tray. 

Niall pulled her in for a desperate kiss, shifting against her. Rosalind could feel his hard length against her thigh. Niall slid his hand up her stomach to cup her breast. He pulled out all the stops, thinking over every thing that has ever made her moan. 

It was almost a no brainer, Niall thought, pulling away from their kiss just long enough to whisper, “please Roz. I want you so bad.”

“How bad?” Rosalind asked, rutting against his hard cock. 

“So fucking bad,” he whispered, letting out a moan. “Baby, I need you.”

“I know you’re pretending,” Rosalind whispered, kissing at his neck. “But it worked and I hate you for it.”

“I really need you,” Niall murmured, head tilting back. “I’d never pretend.”

“So you’re a liar now, too,” Rosalind muttered, rubbing her center over his cock. 

“Just want to fuck you,” Niall muttered, hand gliding down her back to grip at her ass. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my entire life.”

“It’s an honor,” Rosalind grinned down at him, pushing his shoulders back to untangle their legs. 

Rosalind settled herself on her hands and knees, looking back at him. “Fuck me, would ya?” 

“Only if you ask nicely,” Niall honeyed, finally rolling the condom over his aching cock. 

“Will you fuck me, pretty please with sugar on top? I’ll be a very good girl,” Rosalind murmured, fluttering her eyelashes at him. 

Niall let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head, “now I know you’re pretending.”

Rosalind shrugged her shoulders, a smile spreading over her lips. “Call it even.”

Niall positioned himself behind her, a hand on her back, the other holding his cock at her entrance. Rosalind shifted on her knees, looking back at him. 

Teasingly slow, Niall pushed inside of her, feeling the way her walls contracted around him. He felt breathless, eyes pinching shut. Rosalind let out a moan, tempted to fall forward already. She knew Niall would hate it. 

Niall had barely bottomed out when a knock at the front door had Rosalind pulling away, sitting up. She froze, eyes focused on the door. 

“I’ll be right back,” Rosalind mumbled, opening her closet to grab a shirt and a pair of shorts. She opened her beside table, grabbing her gun, holding it behind her back. She pushed her bedroom door open, closing it tightly behind her. 

Rosalind approached the front door slowly, looking through the hole. Whoever it was, had their hand in front of it. She held her breath, cocking her gun. 

“Roz it’s Luca,” the person finally said and she breathed out a sigh, shaking her head. 

“What the fuck,” she muttered, pulling the door open. “Luca I swear to god this better be good.”

Luca pushed his way in, shaking his head. “So we followed Mario today just to see. Not only is he working with Falco, but he’s been selling too.” 

“Are you serious?” Rosalind demanded, eyes narrowed at him. “He’s selling.” 

“The money he gives you tomorrow will most likely be drug money,” Luca nodded. “And if Falco is in on this, it might be in our best interest not to take it.” 

“So what the fuck?” Rosalind demanded. “I have to kill him.” 

“That decision is all yours,” Luca held his hands up in defense. “But if it was me I’d get rid of him.” 

“Fuck,” Rosalind murmured, rolling her bottom lip between her fingers. 

“Hey is there someone...” Luca trailed off, hand on his gun. “I think someone’s-“

“I know,” Rosalind cut him off, holding a hand up. “I know there is.” 

“Oh you have like-like a boyfriend?” Luca asked, eyebrows raising as he looked between the door and Rosalind. 

“No I don’t have like a boyfriend,” she mocked, shaking her head. “What are we? In middle school?” 

“No you just don’t ever talk about anyone,” Luca shrugged. 

“I don’t feel the need to talk about who I fuck,” Rosalind clarified, arms crossing over her chest. 

“Well who is it?” Luca urged, voice quiet. 

“That’s none of your concern,” Rosalind whispered, nodding toward the door. “Get the fuck outta here, would ya?” 

“Okay Roz,” Luca grinned, walking toward the door. “Go get yours.”

“Fuck off,” Rosalind laughed, pushing him toward the door. “And if I hear you talkin’ about what you may or may not have heard, just know I have that AC story locked and fuckin loaded.”

“Roger that, captain,” Luca laughed. “See ya tomorrow, Roz.”

“Later,” Rosalind murmured, watching him walk away. 

Rosalind closed the door, locking it behind him. She let out a sagging sigh, leaning against the front door. She wanted to sit up and think about Mario all night. She wanted to think up alternate realities where Mario wasn’t where he is right now. 

Rosalind pushed the thoughts from her mind, though. She went back into her room, where Niall was laying on the bed, eyes on the ceiling. For a moment she forgot he was there. 

“Sorry about that,” Rosalind apologized, putting her gun back into the drawer. 

“It’s okay,” Niall shrugged, sitting up. “I took care of myself.” 

“Hm,” Rosalind hummed, nodding. She didn’t have it in her to be indignant to him about it. She was tired, crawling into bed with a sigh. 

“Everything alright?” Niall asked, tugging his shirt over his head. “That was Luca, right?”

“It’s none of your concern,” Rosalind responded, rolling onto her side. “Lock the door on the way out.”

“Roz,” Niall sighed. “I can’t pretend I didn’t hear what I heard. You have to-“

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Rosalind cut him off. “And you have to forget everything you heard because you shouldn’t have heard it.”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Niall snapped. “You could’ve easily told Luca that you couldn’t talk, to go home, that he shouldn’t talk business here but you didn’t.”

“Can you just go?” Rosalind murmured. “Please.”

“No I want to stay,” Niall whispered. 

Rosalind sat up, shaking her head. “Just get the fuck out of here, Niall. Go home. I’m not going to ask you again.” She stood up, walking into the bathroom, not even sparing him a glance. 

Rosalind started the shower again, peeling her clothes off of her. She felt disgusting in ways that a shower wouldn’t fix but she prayed that maybe it would. She felt gross for the things Mario got himself into, and vile for the relationship she had with Niall, and sick for who she was. 

When Rosalind got out of the shower, Niall was gone, the only evidence of him were the ashes in the ash tray. For a moment Rosalind hated herself for wishing he’d stayed. She wanted to tell him everything, ask for help, and maybe he would have been able to convince her to run away for the weekend. All of that would happen in the alternate realities she’d create for herself. 

// 

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