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sugarcoated-lame · 5 months ago

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Easy Like Sunday Morning | Joel Miller x Reader

pre-outbreak joel x reader

all of my works are 18+ only, minors dni!

Summary: You wake up before Joel and decide you want to take care of him.

giving 2003 pre-outbreak Joel some head on a sleepy Sunday morning

a/n: i was inspired by this post by the amazing @mrsmando 🤍 and her delicious joel thoughts that never fail to have me spiraling and swooning 🫠 if i had a nickel for every time i’ve written a joel fic about someone being woken up with some head, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice (sorry i had to lmfaoo). also this is probably the quickest thing i’ve ever written, so i’m sorry if it sucks!

wc: 2.8k

content warnings: no outbreak/pre-outbreak 2003 joel, kricket sucks at writing summaries we know this, smut, oral (m receiving), slightly rough oral, hair pulling, no physical description of reader except that her hair is long enough for joel to pull, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), no use of y/n, joel miller has a big dick because i said so, established relationship, somno (kinda? joel is like not really awake at the beginning of the smut), this is basically just smut :)

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dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍

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Lazy Sunday mornings have become your favorite in the weeks since you moved in with Joel.

Nowhere to be, neither one of you has to get up before the sun and go to work. No rushing around to make sure Sarah gets to school on time — just sleep. It’s the one day a week both you and Joel get a chance to sleep in, to wake naturally without the shrill ringing of alarms, and just relish being wrapped up in the comfort of each other’s presence.

Eyes still shut as you begin to stir, your mind is only just waking up and the first thing you feel is warmth.

Warmth of the bright, golden Texas sun shining through Joel’s — well, now your — bedroom window and behind your closed lids. Warmth from the plush, gray comforter draped just over your calves, where it had been kicked down in the night in an attempt to curb the relentless, sticky summer heat.

You find yourself cocooned by the furnace-like warmth that is Joel as he lies on his back beside you — a warmth that would probably be overwhelming if it wasn’t such a comfort to you.

Your cheek is pressed to his broad chest, the steady beating of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. Your torso flush against his side, you have an arm wrapped snug around his middle, and a leg draped over both of his. You and Joel both lay almost bare, each clothed in nothing but your underwear after the previous night’s activities — hot skin on hot skin.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open to the bright, morning light, you look up to find Joel still fast asleep and take a moment to admire the peaceful expression on his handsome face.

Long lashes fanning over his cheeks, his brows free of the worried crease that often rests between them, plush pink lips parted as he lets out quiet little snores, his strong chest slowly rising and falling, up and down beneath your cheek with each calming breath. Tanned skin warm and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, dark chocolate locks especially curly due to the humid Texas heat, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead.

Seeing Joel laid out like this only reminds you of the way he looked last night — all flushed beneath you, cheeks pink, head thrown back and brown eyes clenched shut in bliss as you hovered above him. Pulling quiet, deep grunts from his parted lips as you rode him, his big hands on your hips, guiding your movements as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.

The reminder of just how full you felt with him inside you — of how goddamn good he makes you feel — has dampness forming beneath the thin fabric of your panties, thighs attempting to clench shut in search of friction to quell the wave of slick that’s building between your legs, though they’re unable to do so with Joel’s thick thigh slotted between them.

And, though you know Joel is still resting so peacefully beside you, and that you should probably let him sleep in for once, you can’t help it when you feel the sudden and urgent need to kiss him. To feel your lips on his skin.

These lazy Sunday mornings with Joel are your favorite because you know he’s always so busy, always working hard, always so stressed. And, that despite it all, he always takes such good care of you.

So, you want to take this opportunity, when he doesn’t have to be up for work, or take Sarah to school — and you know it’s a couple hours before she’ll be waking up — and you want to do something nice for him. Take care of Joel for once. To make him feel good.

Lifting your head from Joel’s chest, you press your lips to where your cheek had just been. Beginning at his pec, and over his heart, tasting the salt of his sweat-damp skin as you work your way up the broad plane of his chest, dotting feather-light kisses up to the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck.

You gently untangle yourself from his side, and Joel begins to stir just slightly as you softly mouth along the column of his throat and move to hover over him, your thighs straddling his hips and hands on the mattress on either side of him to hold yourself up.

He’s still mostly asleep, but you can already feel through the layers of both of your underwear that he’s beginning to harden beneath you, his body waking up faster than his brain, always so responsive to your touch.

You continue to kiss across Joel’s strong jaw, over the patchy hair that tickles your lips, dotting a trail of sweet kisses up his cheek and to the tip of his sharp nose, then back down to his mustache and over the corner of his lips.

He stirs again when your lush lips press against his own just once, not quite awake enough to kiss back just yet, but this time a soft hum of approval leaves him at the pleasant feeling.

With one more peck to his soft lips, you begin your descent back down Joel’s body, leaving behind another smattering of kisses in your wake.

From his Adam’s apple to the rounded bone of his shoulder, then back down to his chest. You know he’s a bit more awake when you feel him begin to stir again — his strong body shifting ever so slightly beneath yours, dick twitching against your core underneath the layers of cloth as you place a barely-there kiss to each of his nipples. Joel lets out a sleepy groan as your tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive skin before continuing on your way.

Shifting your body lower on the bed, your kisses become a bit more feverish, less soft as you work your way down Joel’s torso. Your hunger for him only growing as you get closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers, spurred on by the breathy little grunts and groans leaving his parted lips as his mind begins to catch up to the pleasure that his body is feeling.

Joel lets out a content sigh, head still resting on his pillow, eyes still shut and still about half asleep. Unsure if he’s dreaming when he feels you press a firm kiss to the skin just above his navel.

He’s quickly pulled out of that dream-like state, though — breath catching in his throat, jolting beneath you as your warm tongue darts out lick a broad stripe over his soft belly.

You can’t help but grin as you look up to see his face, those pretty brown eyes now open but still bleary with sleep, pillowy lips parted in a gasp, sweaty curls falling over his forehead as he shifts his focus towards you.

“Morning, baby.” You whisper into the quiet of your bedroom, your chin resting on Joel’s tummy as you gaze up at him sweetly.

Your smile only grows when he cards a hand over his tired face, groaning out a tired ‘fuck’.

Now that he’s awake — just barely — you press your lips to his belly one last time before heading lower. Fitting yourself between Joel’s thick thighs, you kiss along the fine hairs of his happy trail, then his hip bones, and you know he’s fully hard when your hands glide up his thighs to palm him over his black boxers.

Joel releases a throaty groan as you stroke him through the soft fabric, one of his large hands coming up to the side of your head. Calloused pads of his fingers running gently through your bed-mussed hair. “Please, darlin’.”

The use of the pet name combined with Joel’s sleepy, Texan morning voice actually makes you whimper, clenching your thighs as a new gush of arousal floods between them. Needy for him as your fingers move to his waistband, gingerly but quickly pulling down the black, cotton fabric and freeing his impressive length.

A quiet, raspy moan escapes Joel’s lips as you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock. He’s long and thick and heavy in your hand, your fingers hardly able to wrap around the girth of him, his tip an angry red and leaking pretty pearls of precum.

He lets out a quiet hiss as you begin to stroke up from the base, leaning down to kiss along his tip before kitten-licking at the slit, a pleased hum leaving you at the salty, heady taste of his arousal. Joel’s mind is still a bit hazy with sleep, but he swears he’s died and gone to heaven when you lick a hot stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue laving over the thick vein that runs along his shaft.

The hand in your hair tightens its grip when you oh-so-delicately take Joel into your mouth, emitting a pleased hum from you as you gently suckle on his tip. The vibration sends a jolt up his spine, cock twitching in your grasp as you continue to stroke up and down his length with increasing ease as your spits begins to coat his skin. Delicate fingers wrapped tight around him moving up and down to meet your lips as your tongue swirls around the bulbous head.

You take your time, enjoying Joel’s quiet, raspy moans, the whispered curses, and shallow breaths all falling from his lips as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth.

When you’re about halfway down his length, you suck in your cheeks, lips tightening around him as you begin to suck with more fervor and Joel has to bite back a desperate moan as you bob up and down his length. His hips buck up of their own volition — the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him is just too good — the two of you groaning in unison as the movement sends his cock further between your lips, the tip just grazing the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.

“Fuck, m’sorry, baby.” Joel drawls, gently smoothing a hand over the crown of your head. He lifts you up his length just a little bit, just enough to gather your bearings.

You release him from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva still connects the two of you between his swollen, red tip and your now swollen lips, and Joel thinks he’s a goner when you wrap a hand tight around his shaft, leaning back in to kitten-lick at his slit.

You smear delicate kisses all along his tip, then up and down every inch of his length, all the while gazing up at him with doe eyes before you bring him between your spit-slicked lips once again.

“So good for me. Always so good for me.”

His morning voice is deep — deeper than normal — and it has your eyes rolling back into your head as you whimper around him, tears collecting at your lash line from having just taken him so deep so abruptly. Nodding your head as much as you can with his cock still in your mouth, you let Joel know that you’re okay to keep going.

You want to please him. He deserves this. You want to make him feel good.

You know that Joel is getting close from the way he’s fighting himself to not buck his hips and fuck up into your mouth, the hand that’s not in your hair clinging to the gray sheets like a lifeline. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries his hardest to keep at least somewhat quiet — he knows that his daughter is sleeping right down the hall — biting back gravely grunts and groans that you so wish you could hear at full volume, his cock twitching against your tongue with every little move you make.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you decide to take him as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him as his tip reaches into the depths of your throat, those tears are now spilling freely from your eyes as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your nose.

You suction your cheeks taut and lick along the underside of his shaft, the wet sounds of your sucking growing sloppy, Joel’s pubic hairs now shiny with your spit and his fingers are now pulling hard at your hair, the slight sting in your scalp a pleasurable one and only spurring you on.

A particularly harsh suck has Joel throwing his head back onto his pillow, sweaty curls falling like a halo around his pleasure-wrought features. Whiskey colored eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, nose scrunched, and lips parted in a quiet, guttural groan that lingers in the warm, sticky summer atmosphere of your shared bedroom.

“I’m— fuck!” He damn near whimpers when your free hands reaches out to caress his heavy balls, squeezing getnly as you continue to arduously suck and stroke his length, your hand and mouth working in tandem and meeting in the middle. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

You moan hungrily around him, the vibrations nearly sending Joel over the edge, the hand on your head now pushing you down onto his cock without hesitation – he knows you can take it. Hips thrusting up and chasing the velvety, wet warmth of your throat as you gag on him once more, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth all around him, the wet, sucking sounds filling the room obscene.

Joel practically growls when he feels your nails dig into the meat of his thigh, his chin dropping to his chest and he looks down to find you gazing back at him. Your cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around his aching cock, taking all of him like the good girl he knows you are. Your pretty, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with so much love, and that’s what is his undoing.

You feel it when Joel’s whole body tenses beneath you, fireworks shooting up his spine as he starts to cum with a heavy groan that was lodged deep in his throat. You can’t help but moan around him as he fills your mouth, painting your throat with the hot, salty ropes of his release.

He mutters a string of broken moans, a mixture of curses and grunts of your name as you work him through it. The grip Joel has on your hair starts to lighten up — though, only a bit — but it’s enough for you to pull back on his length a bit to allow your hand to join your mouth in its ministrations. Slowly, but firmly, stroking him and sucking at his cock until you’re sure you’ve swallowed down every drop he has to give you, his stomach practically caving in by the time you’re done with him.

Until he’s reduced to shallow pants and hushed whimpers, Joel’s entire body shuddering as your lips lay one last kiss to his sensitive tip, and he drops an arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the now overwhelming light as he takes a few moments to catch his breath.

You let Joel take all the time he needs to recover, carefully tucking his softening length back into his black boxers.

It’s a few minutes before Joel uncovers his eyes, slowly blinking to adjust the the increasing brightness of the hot summer sun shining into the bedroom, and he’d swear you’re an angel, still nestled between his thighs. You’re busy littering the soft, tanned skin of his thighs and his belly in sweet little kisses and love bites when that deep, sleepy morning voices speaks up again.

“Well good mornin’ to you too, pretty girl.”

Before you can respond, two strong arms are pulling you up the bed — and up Joel’s body, a firm hand on the nape of your neck pulling you in so he can smash his lips to your puffy ones in a longing, appreciative kiss.

His deft hands then slide down your hips to grab your ass, squeezing at the soft flesh with a groan against your lips, before Joel is flipping the two of you over so he’s now the one hovering over you. A little yelp escapes you, but is quickly transformed into a stifled moan as his lips begin kissing a path down your body, now fully awake and more than ready to return the favor.

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yanderenightmare · 1 year ago

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♡ TW: some nsfw

♡ fem reader

Thinking about what a dumb party girl you are and the poor loser who's stuck tutoring you in all the classes you skip.

You were one of those people who believed everyone to be her friend. The type that went shopping a lot and hung at the mall more days than you bothered showing up to class – a bit of an airhead.

He’d call you a bimbo, but you’re not really known to sleep around – something about finding the right guy.

You opened the door with a smile, “Hi, welcome! Come in~” and pulled him inside by his arm. “I just got out of the shower, so I haven't really gotten dressed – hope you don’t mind!”

You’re in pink from head to toe – a bit excessively, like you’d gone shopping in the little girl’s section, only… you don’t have a little girl’s body… and that top and those shorts are a little too tight on your curves.

“Doesn’t really matter what you wear as long as you got your books.” He answers nonchalantly – as though he isn’t trying hard not to make out the outline of your cunt where it’s cupped so tight in unfairly thin cotton.

“Okay then~” You giggle, interlocking your fingers with his before turning around and leading him in.

His eyes go to the crease of your asscheeks as soon as you turn around, looking at where they peek out from under your bootie shorts – plump squeezable fat jiggling on every peppy step you took in your fluffy bunny slippers as you pull him into the private comfort of your room.

“My parents are out of town, but they left money for pizza – or whatever else you might want~”

You were all alone?

He doesn't know if he likes that or not. Blind trust. Don’t you realize how much bigger he is than you? Doesn’t it cross your mind at all how you’d have to call the police if he decided he didn’t want to leave at the end of the night?

“Pizza’s good.”

You smile, plopping down on your bed. “Okay then, mister Tutor~” Everything in your room is pink as well. “What do you have in store for me?”

You shouldn’t say stuff like that. Gives the wrong impression. You’re lucky he isn’t a bad guy.

“Where’s your books?”

You look a little puzzled for a moment – as though it was an unprompted question. “Right! Uhm…”

You kneel down in front of your bed and drag a dusty stack of textbooks from underneath.

“Here.”

He raises a brow at you.

“Have you ever even opened them?”

You giggle again. “I’ve written my name on the inside like a good girl~”

He struggles hard not to swallow the tightness in his throat – feeling a twitch in his pants at the sight of you sitting on the floor like that.

“Well, it’s a pretty name.”

You look a little disappointed – or maybe it’s just in his head.

In any case, you rise from the floor and sit down in one of the chairs by the desk, which he’d guess had never held any book other than a magazine.

He picks up the textbooks and sits down in the other chair. And it’s odd, staring at himself in the mirror in front of you – but he has to, to see if he looks suspicious – if he’s showing any tells of how badly he wants to touch you.

He opens up the book on the top of the stack, hopes he doesn’t smell like sweat – and you put your hand on the tent in his pants.

The book flaps close, and he jumps out of his chair – and you innocently peer up at him with your long lashes.

Then you say, “What?” as though his reaction surprised you.

He stays silent – blinking once, then twice – mouth dry and out of words.

You slant your head to the side. “Don’t tell me you had your heart set on teaching me math.”

You have a look on your face that makes him feel like begging.

Standing up, you stalk him until the backs of his knees hit the bed, and he falls down on it with a heavy thud – still stunned and stupid, looking at you with wide eyes as you mount him – rubbing that cute tightly-hugged mound upon his bulging crotch – making him groan with cinched brows, watching your pretty manicured fingers as they fiddle with his belt buckle.

“You really want this?” He asks breathlessly, and you stop to eye him – eyes wondering over that cute look of shock riddled all over his face.

You gave him a small catlike smile, bit your lip, and batted your coy doe-eyes down at him – running your hands up his chest until you reached his throat. “I wouldn’t exactly invite a big boy like you over, much less into my bedroom, if I didn’t want it.”

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vxsellie · 1 month ago

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gentle sex w ellie in a field ⸝⸝ eventual ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⌇this is the sappiest, most self indulgent shit i’ve ever written,, enjoy!

gentle fingertips along bare skin, hair fanning across your face.

ellie had brought you here in hopes of cheering you up. she'd been quick to notice the stress that embodied you like a cloud, dampening your moods and souring your expressions. so, in an attempt to ease that tension in your shoulders, she brought you here ⎯ a field of flowers. the lush grass was overgrown, reaching nigh the height of your hips. the sun beat down on you, balmy and warm. in the distance, you could hear running water from a creek.

"do you like it?" ellie asked, fingers fumbling as she watched your expression.

"are you serious?" you spun around to face her, staring at her incredulously. nervosity settled in her bones as she held her breath, awaiting your reaction. then, a wide grin slip across your face. "i love it! how'd you even find this place?"

she exhales a breath of relief, "well⎯"

"y'know what? it doesn't matter." you interrupt, mind running at a million thoughts her second as you admire the view before you. not the foliage but ellie, your lovely girlfriend who took time out of her day to find this place for you. you hold her face in your hands, cupping her cheeks as you look at her with blown pupils. just when she thinks you're going to kiss her, your gaze glints with something else as you say, "how cold do you think that creek is?"

"how⎯" she blinks. "what?"

"don't you hear it?" you laugh, releasing her as you spin around in the grass. she listens for a moment, not sure what you're referring to. she can hear cicadas and bees buzzing, naught else. but then it hits her. water. she smiles as she looks at you once more and you know she heard it. "wanna go skinny dipping?" you ask her, already turning away to following the distinct sound of the creek.

oh, you didn't have to ask her twice. she's quick to trail after you, sifting through the grass as you follow the noise. eventually, you reach the edge of the field where the flowers turn to bushes and low-hanging trees. you push through this bushes, your eyes sparkling as you rush toward the sound, knowing you're getting closer. ellie pants as she tries to keep up with you. when she breaks through the bushes, you're standing on a shiny stone, peering down at the creek. ellie ceases, hands on her knees as she attempts to catch her breath. you laugh at her but say nothing, instead beginning to pull off your shoes and set them atop another rock.

when ellie lifts her head, you're pulling your shirt over your head. apparently, you hadn't been wearing a bra because your back is bare as it faces her. she's seen you naked countless times, but that doesn't stop her breath from catching in her throat at the sight of your spine stretching as you lean down to pull your shorts off. her lips part as she watches you toss your shorts and panties aside, completely naked when you turn to face her.

"don't just stand there." you tell her with a giggle.

at that, she's quick to follow suit. she begins untying her converse as she hears lights splashing as you walk into the water. her gaze remains trained on your body as she kicks off her shoes and hurries to strip out of her shirt and jeans. then, once she's as bare as you, she walks over to the edge of the creek. she can see the bottom, water perfectly clear as rocks line the river bed. it's wide, bottom growing darker near the middle where you stand shoulder-deep. she takes one step into the liquid and instantly regrets it. "fuck, its freezing!" she exclaims.

you laugh, "it's not that cold, don't be a baby!"

her brows furrow as she shoots you a playful scowl, though she acquiesces. with a shudder, she walks into the water, slowly descending deeper into the creek until she reaches you. you're smiling when she reaches you, laughing at the goosebumps that trail across the skin of her bare shoulders and neck. the rocks are rough against the bottoms her feet but they're not painful, a light sharpness to their edges that are more scratchy than uncomfortable. she's still focused on adjusting to the temperature when you latch onto her, your arms wrapping around her neck and your legs tangling with hers beneath the surface. the feel of your bare chest against hers is enough to warm her up rather quick.

you chuckle at her reaction, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. she instantly relaxes, kissing your back as she holds you by the waist, pulling your body flush against her own. you hum into her mouth, the sound drowned out by the sound of rushing water around you, though she feels the vibration. her tongue slips past your lips and she lifts you a bit, allowing you to wrap your legs around her waist, your bare groin pressed against her waist. the feel of you like this is enough to cause a string of heat to lick up her spine, lust.

but you've been with ellie for long enough to recognize this change before even she does. you pull back, your eyes lidded and your lips puffy. you give her a cynical expression, "we can't fuck in the creek when a field of flowers is right there, els."

"you want to have sex in a field of flowers?" she asks, her expression full of nothing short of adoration. she might be teasing, but she frankly finds it adorable. she rubs her hands up and down your back, feeling the bumps of your spine and curves of your shoulder blades.

"well," you grin, "since you've asked so nicely, sure. i'd love to have sex with you, ellie williams."

she rolls her eyes, "you're so dumb."

"you love me." you tease before hopping off of her. reluctantly, she lets you go. though you continue to hold her hand as you pull her back toward the edge of the creek. the ends of your hair is damp as you ascend the shallows, droplets of water trailing across your back and down your ass. she watches as the drops sparkle like diamonds against your skin, adorning you like jewels.

she keeps up with you this time as you push through the foliage back to the clearing. since the flowers are so tall and the field isn't owned, your chances of being seen are less than one precent. plus, even if they were higher, ellie wouldn't give a fuck. not when you look this good.

once you're back in the field, it doesn't take long before ellie you're lying in the lush grass. your back is pressed against the dirt, flowers squashed underneath you as ellie peppers kisses across your face, her chest against yours. she trails her lips across your jaw. you shut your eyes, turning your head to allow her easier access. she takes her time, not motivated purely by lust but by love and genuine care. she leaves hikes all down the column of your neck and along your collar bone. and then, when she reaches your chest, they only become more vehement. she sucks and bites until your skin is purple, her mouth on your left breast as her hand is on the right. she takes your right nipple between her forefinger and thumb, rolling the bud between her fingertips as to make up for the neglect via mouth. your head tips back, hair fanned across the vibrancy of the grass. like a renaissance painting, you're sprawled out before her like a collection of brushstrokes and carefully concocted details ⎯ art, as she deems you.

eventually, after a long time of giving your chest the attention it deserves, she trails further down. her hands come to hold you by the hips as she kisses down the line of your torso. she reaches the base of your crotch. she leans back, taking in the sight of your bare vulva, already wet with arousal she'd caused. she peers over your mons veneris, curiosity the tether that pulls her gaze to your face. she's yet to even touch you down here, and you already look wrecked. after the stress that's been accumulating within you, the mere feel of ellie's kisses is enough to arouse you. but she intends to do far more than just kiss you because you deserve far more.

she kisses your pussy as though she'd never seen it before. they're gentle and almost annoy you in her patience, but then you feel her tongue flatten before tracing from your perineum to your clit. you shudder, your back arching instinctively as she begins to make out with your cunt sensually. she kisses and sucks and licks, and you can't fucking take it. her nose nudges your clit every now and then, but she doesn't give it the attention you're yearning for.

after a few minutes of this gentle torture she's ensued, you take matters into your own hands, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of auburn. she jolts when you tug her head to the position of your desire, positioning her mouth where you want it. she laughs, breath sending a cool shiver though you. your desperation amuses her, but she says nothing, heeding your sign as she rolls circles into your clit with the tip of her tongue. your head tips back, hand slacking against her hair as you legs wrap around her head, her face smushed against your groin and nigh suffocating her. not like she minds.

when she begins to purposely moan into your cunt, you're sent over the edge. the vibrations overwhelm you, your legs tightening around her head and your hand fisting her hair as you come undone on her face. ellie, the filthy woman she is, doesn't let a single drop go to waste as she licks you clean before crawls back up the length of your body to rest her forehead against yours.

your legs tangle together as you press a breathless kiss to her lips. her hair falls to tickle your skin, making your giggle against her mouth. she pulls back, smiling. "what?"

"nothing, baby," you whisper, cupping her face in your hands and tucking a strand of hair behind her freckled ear, "i just love you. so much. don't ever forget that."

she kisses you softly, murmuring a soft, "i won't."

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 11 months ago

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Ok so I’m dying to read a snape x reader fic where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he gets all sweet and possessive of her in the bedroom but also like kinda rough in the tender/sensual way only Snape can be 😂 One word: SMUT. I’ve never found a fic like this (If you have PLZ recommend) thanks, love your work!!

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary— Read request. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Severus in a while, but I’m back in my Alan Rickman era so here’s this smutty little fic you requested <3 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, sex while pregnant, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, rough yet tender and gentle sex, fluff, teasing, light taunting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The second Severus walked into your shared bedroom, his hands were on you. It started with his hand caressing your back, guiding you to the bed. Then when your legs hit the edge of the bed, his other hand snuck its way to you chin, before his lips connected with yours.

You hummed into the kiss in content. Severus wasted no time in separating your lips with his tongue and exploring your wet cavern. A moan ripped through your throat as his tongue dominated the kiss. His hand moved from your back to your hips, before guiding you to lay back on the bed.

Severus was careful and caring, not daring to harm his wife or his future child. He carefully crawled on top of you, starting to love on every piece of exposed skin you had to offer. His tender touch began to removed all your clothing, until you are completely bare in front of the man you loved.

“So beautiful…” he groaned, as he stood up and his eyes raked over your figure.

Severus then quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving yours. Under his intense gaze, you became flushed and attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. Severus was quick to cock his brow at you, and consequently pounced on you, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Darling… You’re so stunning, it’s a crime…” He husked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You squirmed against his hold, while the man began his naked assault down your body. He left litters of kisses and bites and bruises along your frame, before he reached your swollen belly. Severus then looked up at you with sparkling eyes. He licked his lips and had a wicked smirk. You squirmed even more, as his hands moved to hold your hips down and his mouth prepared to taste you.

“S-Sev p-please…” you whimpered, thrashing back and forth in desperation, all Severus’ teasing having properly riled you up. You stared to tease your nipples for some amount of relief.

Severus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands suddenly held your hips in a vice grip, making your gasp. That would leave a bruise along with the dozens of other ones he’d made tonight… Then you felt his hot breath on your cunt, and a second later, Severus was diving into your previous pussy.

You cried out in pleasure, as the man held nothing back, giving your cunt his all. One of your hands immediately shot to his head of dark curls. His tongue was unrelenting, lapping away at our folds, and quickly diving into your cunt. His thumb drew up to your clit, rubbing tight and swift circles against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh God SEV—!” You cried out, your head being thrown back against the sheets as your eyes screwed shut tight.

It turned so rough and overwhelming so quickly that the fingers teasing your nipples went limp, unable to think or do anything else than take what Severus was giving you. Your hips jolted upward and into his touch in needy desperation.

Severus’ grip on your hips only tightened in response, keeping your hips from effectively suffocating him, as his tongue was so addicting… He groaned into your cunt as he felt your walls clench around his tongue, which only made you wetter.

After his tongue had effectively done its job of getting you dizzy and soaked, he pulled away slightly. Your head shot up and you immediately whined at the man in need.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know me better than that, Darling…” Severus chuckled, before sliding two of his girthy fingers into your cunt.

“AhHhhHHh bloody helll—UghhhHh…!!” You groan out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Severus couldn’t help the smirk plastered across his face, as his digits fucked your pussy rough and deep, just like you needed. As he did this, Severus leaned forward and began placing kisses upon your swollen belly.

“Look at me, love…” Severus husked.

You struggled to lift your gaze and look at Severus, as his fingers were curling and scissoring your cunt so deep and so good. The man could see your impending high in your eyes, and it made him swell with pride, only spurring him on even more.

“You look so good with my baby inside you, my love…” Severus said in his low, sultry tone.

God that tone… that tone could make you cum alone…

“Mmm Sev…!!!” You squeaked, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over again, your hand from your chest swiftly moving to grip the sheets tight.

“What do you need, Darling…? Use your words…” Severus husked.

“Cum!! Make me cum dee GOD please Sevvv…!!” You cried out, your body so on edge and shaking, at the behest of merely two of his fingers.

“Good girl…” Severus hummed, “Cum for me.” He husked, sliding a third finger into your heat and fucking you at a relentless pace.

The coil in the depths of your body snapped as all three of his digits curled against your clit with rough, calculating intention. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, as your body convulsed and the walls of your cunt clenched around Severus’s fingers.

Your couldn’t bear the intense pleasure, your head rolling back against the sheets, your eyes shutting tight, not being able to keep your gaze on your man. But Severus let it go, knowing how sensitive your body was from carrying his child. He merely fucked you through your orgasm, going now at a gentle pace, while tenderly kissing your swollen belly.

After your cunt stopped clenching fervorously and your waves of pleasure began to subside, you were finally able to take a breath. Your walls were still fluttering as Severus pulled his fingers out of you gently. He immediately showered you with praise, telling you how good you were for him.

Severus then made his way up your figure, showering your shaky body with light kisses along the way, before his lips connected with yours once more in light but passionate kiss. You were panting into the kiss and afterward. But you had the biggest smile on your face the entire time.

Severus laid beside you, embracing your frame and not planning on letting go anytime soon, also taking the moment to lick his fingers clean of your juices, making you giggle lightly.

“You’re incorrigible, Sev…” you giggled, swatting him lightly, before pulling the man in for another kiss, “and hot…” you murmured lustfully against his lips.

“Haven’t had enough, have we…?” Severus teased you into the kiss.

You pulled away with a smirk and a certain look on your face.

“Of you?” You quipped, before running your tongue from Severus’ exposed collarbone all the way up his chin and into his mouth,

“Never, Severus…” you husked with shining eye matching his dark, lustful pupils.

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Written in the Stars

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 1

Word Count- 4.3k

Warnings- Swearing, blood, death, panic attacks, mentions of the confederacy (ew)

A/N- This will be a slow-burn series.

The reader has a brother, I know it’s not very X Reader, but it’s to help the storyline.

I brush down the black tie my younger brother is wearing, the satin fabric making me slightly cringe.

“Are you sure you’re not going to go? We can go show those stuffy old bitches how to really party.”

I let out a small huff at Theo’s question, shaking my head amused.

“I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of Mystic Falls’ elite. Hearing them talk about how they’re so proud of their southern heritage,” Both my brother and I let out sounds of disgust, “the Confederates lost get over it.”

Theo stands in front of the hallway mirror and oggles himself. Where I am rather introverted, my younger brother is most likely the most self-confident person I have ever met. He has called himself, “A gift to the human race,” on more than one occasion. So it takes him about a good 9 minutes to gaze at himself in the mirror before we walk out the front door to the car.

We drive in silence, or I drive in silence as Theo hypes himself up in the passenger side mirror.

After a 10-minute drive that seems to have taken at least twice that time, we finally reach the long driveway of the mayor’s house.

“Why are you even going to this masquerade thing anyways, you hate dances,” I ask him as we wait behind a line of cars.

“Tyler is my football captain, and this thing is to honor his father, I’m here for my fellow man,” Theo presses a fist to his chest and puts on a fake sympathetic look.

“So you’re actually doing it because you want to get on Tyler’s good side so he puts you on Varsity?”

Theo’s look drops and is replaced with a shit-eating grin, “You know me so well.”

As we get to the front of the line of cars, I hum along to the Coldplay song playing on the radio.

“So what are you going to do while waiting for me?”

I pull my car up to the front of the “house” which is really just a mansion.

“I have a feeling you won’t be here very long, or stay out of trouble so I’m just going to park somewhere and wait for you.”

My brother gives me a look that looks like he agrees about him getting into trouble and nods his head. I put the car in park and Theo unbuckles his seat and gets out, straightening out his suit as he goes.

“Bye nerd, don’t wait up!” Theo yells as he climbs the stairs walking past Mystic Falls’ elite. I let out a sigh and pull away to find a parking spot.

—

My fingers graze the pages of my book as I glance at the time, Theo has been here for over an hour now and hasn’t shown any signs of leaving. I bring my book up to continue reading when a figure in the distance catches my eye. I lean forward and catch a glimpse of who I believe to be, Elena Gilbert. Elena’s a popular girl in my grade, who I’ve probably had two interactions with in my short time here in Mystic Falls. I don’t know much about her other than that she’s dating some guy named Stefan, her parents died in a car accident and her brother is in the same grade as Theo. Theo and Elena’s brother don’t hang out either because Theo says he’s a “stoner emo.” Theo’s never been one to keep his thoughts to himself.

Elena seems to walk with a slight limp which makes me slightly concerned but nothing to make me go out and try to talk to her. I hate talking to people in general, especially kids my age. Elena has always seemed nice but I’m not taking the risk of rejection.

Or at least I wasn’t until I saw a man in a mask start following behind her.

I may hate interacting with people but I would never let another girl get attacked if I had the power to stop it. The next thing I know I’m hopping out of my car and jogging behind them.

“Elena behind you!” I yell to her, but I freeze as the man hits her and knocks her to the ground. I let out a yelp as I turned to try to get help but a sharp pain hits my skull and everything goes black.

—-

“Y/N, can you hear me?”

A voice comes from above me and a wave of nausea washes over me. My eyes open and close a dozen times trying to get used to the bright light before I can focus on the person in front of me. Elena Gilbert. Why is Elena Gilbert in my bedroom? I mean she’s really pretty and all I just thought she had a boyfriend. I’m not a homewrecker.

“Oh thank god you’re awake!”

Elena whisper-yells to me as she brushes a piece of my hair behind my head and grimaces when she looks at my forehead. She brings her hand back and a wave of fear and disgust washes over me as I see her hand covered in a red liquid. Blood. My blood. I try to bring my hand up but Elena stops me.

“Don’t exert yourself we don’t want it to bleed more, okay?”

She gives me a small smile but something about it makes me feel uneasy. I don’t understand why until I turn my gaze away from her and look at our surroundings. Dirt-covered walls, glass-covered floors, and a mildew stench are what take focus. I’ve always been sensitive to smells but with the addition of my raging migraine, I am fighting the urge to keep down the rising bile in my throat.

My breathing starts to quicken and I can feel the start of a panic attack starting to make an appearance.

“Elena, where are we?”

I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t understand what I was saying since my words seemed to be jumbling together.

Elena glances around us and gives me a solemn look.

“I don’t know, I woke up here a little while ago before I was knocked back out by the people that took us. I’m truly sorry about this Y/N. I would never wish for you to be a part of this.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her last comment as if she were responsible for the reason we were taken.

“It’s not your fault,” I shake my head and start tapping my fingers together one by one, a habit I’ve picked up to ground myself whenever my anxiety gets too strong.

Elena’s eyebrows mirror mine and she goes to say something but a young man with shaggy hair walks in.

“Oh goody, the other ones awake. How are you doing, sleeping beauty?”

The man starts to walk over to me with a look in his eyes that makes the bile in my throat inch even closer to the surface. But within another second Elena stands from beside me, on what I can see now is a couch, and blocks me from the man’s view.

“I’m the one you want, Y/N is innocent, just let her go.”

I want to back Elena up and defend her too but with the migraine and the onslaught of emotions I’m feeling right now, being verbal isn’t something I see happening in my current future.

“You’re right, Dopalicious, she’s not, but I can’t just let her go, what if she were to go and warn those friends of yours? Can’t let that happen now can we?”

Elena goes to stand her ground but within a blink of an eye she’s shoved backward and lands on the other side of the couch. I flinch at the action which gives the man the opportunity to come in front of me. I start trembling as I look up to him. I try to push farther back into the couch but I’m squished into it as far as I can go.

“Stay away from me,” Finally able to find somewhat of my voice again. This doesn’t seem to scare away the man, and honestly, I don’t blame him. My voice sounded like it came from a scared 5-year-old.

“Just a taste, I’m starving.”

My mouth opens to question what he says but a millisecond later I feel myself being grabbed and a sharp piercing attacks the left side of my neck. I’m hyperventilating and screaming at the same time somehow as I hear Elena’s yells from beside us.

“Don’t touch her!”

Elena’s yell comes from beside us and I’m thrown away back onto the couch. I’m disorientated as I look up to see the man before me rubbing his cheek and Elena standing next to him holding her right hand. She’d punched him. My vision strays from Elena’s red knuckles back up to the man, who has something dripping from his mouth. My chest feels like it locks up as I stare at the liquid dripping, everything seems to be going in slow motion for me as I watch the drops start at the man's chapped lips to the drops of blood falling onto the cracked hardwood floors. Wait, blood. He has blood dripping from his mouth. Had Elena punched him that hard? I start to believe that possibility until I feel a wetness drip between my chest.

My already shaking hand moves to my chest as I swipe a finger along the liquid. My vision blurs as the red liquid drips from my fingertip down into the palm of my hand. I can’t register Elena’s voice as she kneels in front of me and presses something to my neck. The blood coating my hand is all I can see and smell.

“Y/N….Y/N! Just focus on my voice ok, breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack.”

A cool hand is pressed onto the side of my face and I close my eyes at the embrace.

“Ok that’s good, I’m going to stand you up to get a better look at your neck ok?”

I feel like I’m running on auto-pilot or something else is controlling my body and mind as I stand up and grip Elena’s upper arms to keep myself steady. Elena returns the pink fabric from my neck and leans down to glance at the wound.

“Ok, it’s not as bad as I had originally thought. Just keep this here and it’ll help control the bleeding.”

I must still be in shock because Elena has to bring the shirt to my hand, wrap my fingers around it, and finally press my hand into my neck. The shock of pain washes through me and brings me back to reality. My vision can’t seem to focus on one thing for too long as my eyes keep darting from the blood on the floor, my blood, to the look on Elena’s face, to the man standing behind us with a scowl on his ugly face. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. This sequence continues until another person enters the room, a woman.

“He’s here.”

The woman with a pixie cut says, her voice seemingly scared.

The man next to us shifts his scowl into a look of pure fear.

“This was a mistake,” He rushes over to the woman and shakes his head.

“No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me,” She tries to talk him down which only seems to freak him out more.

“No! He wants me dead Rose,”

The woman points at Elena, “He wants her more.”

I glance to Elena who is standing in front of me slightly as if to hide me from the two strangers or cannibals. Since I’ve calmed down momentarily and I’ve begun to stop the tears, that unbeknownst to me, had fallen on my cheeks. I’ve also realized that I’ve been kidnapped by cannibals, that being the only reasonable explanation I can come up with.

The two cannibals start arguing about some man but I turn to Elena who looks almost as scared as I feel.

“What’s going on Elena, who’s coming,” I whisper to her.

Elena turns her head slightly to me and gives me a frown and a shake of her head.

“A man named Elijah, but don’t worry ok,” Elena grabs my free hand and holds it in her own, “I’m not going to let them hurt you anymore.”

I nod trying to find comfort in her words but the girl in front of me is 17 years old and maybe 110 pounds I don’t see how she’s going to protect us both from two cannibals and whatever mega cannibal these two are terrified of. I don’t know if the other guy is a cannibal but using context clues I’m guessing he is.

“What are we?”

The woman’s voice brings my attention back to them as I see her grab his arms. This seems to calm the man down.

“We’re family. Forever.”

I might’ve found this endearing if it weren’t for the fact the man had my blood drying on his upper lip and they were literal cannibals.

A loud knock startles all four of us. Elena and I both shoot each other wary glances, our hands still intertwined. I don’t usually like being touched but given the circumstances I can let this slide.

The woman looks over at Elena and me as Elena slightly turns her head, “You’re scared.”

The woman says something else to her friend and then runs up the stairs.

—

What seems like forever of waiting and pacing around is broken up by footsteps coming from the top of the banister. I can feel Elena freeze up from beside me as we both look up to see a man in a suit staring down at her. The man has dark hair and eyes and a chiseled face.

Why is this cannibal not ugly? Wrong Turn had it all wrong.

We all stand there watching Elena and the suited cannibal stare at each other. I can feel Elena’s shaking hand in my own and try to comfort her by squeezing her hand to let her know I’m right beside her. That is until the man transports himself from the top of the banister to right in front of Elena in the blink of an eye. The movement makes me lose my balance and I fall back onto the couch.

No one seems to notice me as my panic attack starts to build up as I try to understand how this is possible. How could he have been that fast, it’s impossible.

Oh god, I'm going to throw up.

“And who is this?”

A deep voice comes from above me and my stomach flips at the sound.

Definitely going to throw up.

“She’s no one. She has nothing to do with this, just please leave her alone.”

Hearing Elena’s voice makes me raise my head and I regret it instantly because I lock eyes with the suited monster, who is now standing above me staring down at me. The man’s face instantly goes slack as his eyes meet mine, a look of recognition seems to pass through his dark eyes as they move fast across my face. The man’s mouth opens and closes many times as if he can’t quite find the right words to say. The slack expression from before softens into something that makes my stomach flip again. This guy is so going to kill me when I throw up on his expensive ass shoes. His soft, dark pink lips curve up at the corners slightly.

“You’re real.”

Everyone else in the room seems to know just as much as me with what he’s talking about because they all have looks of confusion on their faces. Feels somewhat comforting to be on the same page as everyone else for once.

The man doesn’t once take his eyes off of me this entire time, “What is your name, Elskan?”

I freeze under his stare and try to avert my eyes, this gives Elena the ability to step in for me.

“Her name is Y/N,” I look to the man as he mouths my name slightly to himself as if he wants to know how it sounds on his tongue, “Please don’t hurt her Elijah, she doesn’t even know about the supernatural, I’ll go with you willingly.”

Elena’s words make me freeze up. What does she mean by supernatural?

I flinch as the man, Elijah, brings his hand up. This stops him for a moment.

“I would never harm you. You have my word on that.”

I can only sit there frozen as he cups my face with his hand and uses his thumb to brush a stray tear away that must’ve fallen during one of my many panic attacks. He seems delighted at the moment until the soft expression he has on his face darkens into something that makes that bile rise even farther up. His eyes dart from the top of my head and drag themselves down to my chest and neck. I try to move away but his hand has a soft but firm hold on my face.

“Who did this to you?”

My eyebrows furrow at his question, and I must’ve not answered quickly enough because he turns to glare at Elena, making her flinch.

“The head injury is from the kidnapping and then the bite is from… um,” she glances towards my neck and then to Trevor who looks like he’s about to internally combust. She goes silent again at Elijah’s stare and he turns his attention back towards me. The glare long gone and replaced once again with a softer look.

“I see. Here,” I have to swallow back down the bile as I watch the man rip into his wrist and put it in front of my face expectantly. I sit there in horror and quickly look to Elena, who doesn’t look as nearly surprised as she definitely should be, given that this man just BIT HIMSELF.

“It’s true Y/N, it’ll heal you.”

I open my mouth to say something which must’ve somehow been an ok to the man as he presses his wrist to my open mouth. I’m about to push him off, or at least try, but stop at the heavenly liquid that spills into my mouth. Elijah brings his other hand up to brush back my fallen hair.

“Good girl, Elskan.”

Elijah removes his wrist and I sit there silently staring at my lap as I realize what I had just done. I just drank fucking blood, and I liked it?!??! Oh god, does this make me a cannibal now?

Elijah seems to be fighting an inner battle as he moves his eyes away from mine and onto the man behind us. Elena and I watch before us as Elijah approaches the scared man/cannibal thing.

“I’ve waited so long for this day, Elijah. Truly very sorry,” Trevor says with a bowed head as Elijah circles him. Almost how a predator circles its prey.

“Well, no, your apology is not necessary,” Elijah responds but something in his tone doesn’t sit right with me.

“Yes, yes it is. You trusted me with Katerina. And I failed you.”

“Well, yes, you are the guilty one,” Elijah glances at him and then up to the woman, “And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That I honor…”

Elijah comes to stand in front of the man, “Where was your loyalty?”

“I beg your forgiveness.”

The oxygen in the room seems to be dwindling as everyone watches the interaction.

“So granted.”

The deep breath I was to let out is replaced by a scream and I can only watch in horror as Elijah throws his hand over to the man, decapitating him. A heart-wrenching wail comes from Rose and I can’t seem to take my eyes away from the body-less head that is lying in front of me.

“I’m going to-”

Vomit spurts from my mouth and onto the floor in front of me. Burning from the back of my throat causes tears to build up and block my vision. I feel someone lift my hair and hold it away from my face. I thought it was Elena, until Elijah’s voice sounds from beside me.

“I’m truly sorry, Elskan. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you.”

I lift my head to stare at him and find him kneeling right next to me. He reaches into his front pocket grabs, a fancy napkin, and wipes my mouth with it. Not seeming disgusted, just disheartened. He wraps his hand in mine and stands me up.

“We can leave now, we have quite the journey ahead of us,” Elijah leads me over to where Elena is standing and motions for her to follow.

“No! What about the moonstone,” She questions him.

He stands in front of her with a small scowl, “What do you know about the moonstone?”

“I know that you need it. And I know where it is. I can help you get it”

Elijah nods his head, “Tell me where it is.”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

Elijah’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance as he glances back at Rose, “Are you negotiating with me?”

Rose just shakes her head and tells him she doesn’t know anything. Elijah then turns back around to stare at Elena for a moment before scowling and reaching up to her necklace, then rips it off.

“What is this vervain doing around your neck,” He throws the necklace behind him and grabs Elena by the neck, dropping my hand in the process. I go to try to get her away but Elijah shoots me a warning look that has me freezing in place, “Tell me where the moonstone is.”

In a monotone voice, Elena replies, “In the tomb underneath the church ruins.”

“What is it doing there?”

“It’s with Kathrine.”

The rest of their interaction is cut short when a glass shatters from somewhere upstairs. Elijah comes over to me and grabs me by my waist bringing me into him almost protectively.

“What was that,” He asks Rose.

“I don’t know.”

“Who else is in this house?’’

To which he gets the same response.

Elijah grabs Elena quite harshly with his free hand and guides both of us to the top of the banister. His hand never moving from the top of my hip. Once we make it to the entryway something rushes by us, Elijah pushes Elena off into Rose’s arms but still keeps his hold on me.

“Up here.”

“Down Here.”

Voices call from the top and bottom of the stairs catching all of our attention. Elijah lifts his hand from my hip and motions for me to go over to Rose.

“Don’t let her out of your sight,” He warns her as he moves to the staircase.

A moment goes by before something flies through the air and pierces itself through Elijah’s hand. I let out a yelp but Elijah doesn’t even seem fazed.

My vision is blurred for a moment, when it clears, I realize I’m now standing next to Rose with an unfamiliar dark-haired man in front of us. He motions with his finger to be quiet. Ya as if I was going to say anything anyway.

“Excuse me,” Elijah’s voice comes from below, “To whom it may concern. You’re making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me. And you can’t. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girls on the count of three, or heads will roll.”

The man who has his hands on Rose’s and I’s mouths moves his head to glance at Elijah downstairs.

“Do we understand each other?”

“I’ll come with you,” I perk up at Elena’s voice. What the hell is she doing?!? But the blue-eyed man in front of me shakes his head at me telling me not to move.

“Just please don’t hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.”

“What game are you playing with me? Where is Y/N? I won’t be leaving without her.”

Elijah’s skeptical voice questions her. There’s a sound of metal, and then a loud boom, and then I hear Elijah let out a yell. The sound for some reason makes my chest feel like it wants to cave in on itself. Rustling and fighting sounds come from below us before the man holding Rose and I leaves. Rose runs after him, but I can’t seem to get my feet to work so I just sit there on the dusty floor staring at the peeling wallpaper in front of me.

A few moments pass before I hear Elena’s voice along with two unfamiliar men, one who I’m assuming is the blue-eyed guy from before.

“Where is Y/N,” Elena asks.

“Are you talking about that girl that smells like vomit?” A snarky voice questions her. If I hadn’t just gotten kidnapped and had one of the worst days of my life, I might’ve taken offense, but I did just get kidnapped and honestly, I do smell like vomit so he’s not wrong.

“I think she’s over there.”

Footsteps get closer to me as I look up with tears in my eyes at Elena. She gives me a small smile before kneeling and wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

“What is happening Elena?”

“I’ll explain everything if you want me to ok? Let’s just get out of here first ok?”

Elena stands up and reaches down her hand for me to take, and with a deep breath, I do.

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sanguineterrain · 5 months ago

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This is not on the prompt list(s), but I’ve been inspired by the phrase “This is for your own good.” and could we have a debut Red Hood Jason saying this to Vigilante!Reader, who was also his pre-death lover, as he’s keeping her prisoner in one of his bases so that she won’t be caught in the crossfire?

OOH. interesting prompt. I haven't really written a darker jason 😏 thanks anon! hope you like.

jason todd x gn!reader. DARK THEMES. drugging, toxic relationship, codependency, chain restraints, knife threats (not from jason). what would happen if jason's best traits (protecting the people he loves, prioritizing safety) manifested in the worst way?

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"This is for your own good, baby."

You pull at your chains, making them clink against the floor. You snarl as he steps back.

"This is crazy, Jason! Let me go!"

Jason looks at you in sympathy. It pains him to see you like this; Jason never wants to do anything that'll frighten or upset you. Your comfort and happiness always precede his. He'd put a gun into his mouth without hesitation if it would save you.

But he means it: this really is for your own good.

"I thought you were better than this," you say savagely. "I thought you of all people would understand how wrong this is."

"I know it's wrong," Jason says quietly. "I know I'm a bastard and fucked in the head. I know I don't deserve ya. But this is the only way. You won't stop going out there. You're too sweet for this city. It'll tear you apart, and I won't let that happen."

"That isn't your decision to make, Jason!" you say, squirming in your restraints.

You take a deep breath. The Bats only respond to logic when they're this deep in paranoia. You have to appeal to that.

"Jason, listen to me. I know you're scared of me getting hurt, but I know what I'm doing. I've done this for a long time, just like you—"

"And that's exactly where the danger lies. Things go wrong all the time, no matter how long you've been out there. I'm expendable. You're not."

Jason tugs once, twice, three times on your ankles and wrists. Satisfied, he moves on to the chain around your waist that's connected to the wall. It gives you a walking range of about five feet before you're yanked back. Jason had fussed about bedsores, and what keeping you in a bed would do to your range of motion. This was his compromise.

I'm not a monster, he'd insisted. I don't want to hurt you.

"Jason, please," you say. He starts to walk away and you chase him. The wall chain pulls and you land on your knees. Jason stops, looking down at you. You start to cry.

"Jason, please, please! Please don't leave me like this," you say, reaching with bound hands to grab his pant leg. "Please. This isn't right. I'm not a doll for your keeping!"

"I don't think of you as a doll," Jason says, kneeling in front of you. He holds your cheek and wipes a tear with a gloved thumb. "Oh, sweetheart, don't cry. Please don't cry. Hate to see it. I won't keep you like this forever. 'S just until I finish up in Gotham. Then we can go away from all this. Live normal lives."

"This is the life I want to live!" you shout, pawing at his clothes. "Let me go, Jason, let me go!"

"Baby. Hey, hey. You're gonna work yourself into a frenzy. Y'want something to calm you down? Make y'feel nice and sleepy."

Your blood turns to ice. No. No drugs. If Jason drugs you now, there's no telling when or if he'll stop. This is a man who was trained by Batman. You're sure he knows about every drug there's to know about.

You shake your head, your crying becoming quiet blubbering. "No. N-no drugs. Please."

He pets your forehead. "'Kay. No drugs, baby. 'S okay, see? I'll be back in a few hours and then we can eat and I'll draw you a bubble bath. Those are your favorite, remember?"

Jason kisses your salty cheek and stands, putting on his helmet. Like this, looming over you, in full Hood gear, Jason is terrifying. The reminder strikes you again, how capable and deadly your lover is.

Jason leans in and pets your cheek. "So pretty. Love you so much. Won't let anything happen to you, baby."

You watch, defeated, as Jason leaves, locking the door behind him. You listen for the sound of the lock clicking.

Then you get to work on finding an escape.

****

You keep your breathing silent as you wait. Your limbs ache from how long you've been crouched in hiding, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except escaping.

The door opens and shuts. Jason quietly removes his boots and helmet, surveying the apartment like always. He sets a plastic bag on the coffee table. The smell of Thai food fills the apartment.

"Baby? Hey, I'm home. Brought your favorite takeout."

You wait until he walks by your spot behind the TV. Then you strike.

You take Jason down to the floor with a move that only works due to your element of surprise. Then you hold a dagger to his neck, the cold metal pressed flat.

Jason regards you calmly, hands at his sides. You pant furiously, pressing the blade warningly.

"Let me go," you order. "I won't be chained up like that."

"I see," he says, and the way he says it is scarily reminiscent of Batman. You keep that to yourself.

"I mean it, Jason. You can't do that. I'll—I'll call someone on you. Bruce, Clark, Dick. Somebody."

"Alright." Jason holds up his hands slowly. You watch the movement, nerves raw. "Alright. 'S okay. Just breathe. You're upset, I get that."

"I don't—I don't wanna hurt you," you say, squeezing the dagger harder. Your hand cramps in protest. "But if you make me..."

Jason nods. "Yeah, baby. I know. 'S okay. We can fix it. 'M not mad."

"Don't talk to me like that," you snap. "I'm not stupid, Jay. Not stupid."

"I know, sweetheart. I know you're not stupid. I don't think you are. Y'wanna cut me? Feel like hurtin'?" He leans into the blade, breathing steady as a river. "Go on, honey. I heal quick. You need to do it, take it out on me."

The thought of hurting Jason makes you sick. For all of his misguided protection, he hasn't hurt you. Hasn't laid a hand on you or shouted at you. Every form of restraint is as gentle as possible.

"No," you say, voice wobbly. "I-I don't wanna hurt you. Please don't make me."

Jason strokes your arm with his thumb. "No, I won't. You'll never have to hurt anybody. And I'll never let you get hurt either. 'S okay. You're safe with me. 'S me, just Jay."

Jason's hand wraps around the wrist with the knife. You stiffen, and the blade slips. A thin line of blood beads on his neck. He loosens his grip.

"Okay," he says. "Alright. You're safe."

"I don't wanna be chained," you say, tears in your eyes. "I can't be chained. I'll go fucking crazy, Jason."

"I know. I'm sorry. We don't have to do chains."

Your heart hammers in your chest. But Jason is nothing but calm. Blood sluggishly drips down his neck. Your eyes widen.

"I'm sorry," you say, reaching for his neck. "I'm sorry, Jaybird, I didn't mean—"

"I know." He catches your hand. "Shh, shh. That's okay. 'S just a scratch. It was an accident, baby, that's all."

Tears fall down your cheeks. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"I know." Jason slips the knife out of your hand. He slides it away. You collapse into his embrace.

"I can do it," you say, sobbing. "I can go out there, Jay. Please just believe me. Please trust me. You trusted me before."

Jason cradles the back of your head. He slots you between his legs and rocks back and forth. You put your arms around him. His heart is an even thump against your ear.

Finally, you've gotten through to him. Jason isn't completely gone after all.

"Don't worry," he says. "Don't worry, 's okay. It'll all be fine. I know my mistake. I'll be better. It'll be better for us."

Something pricks your neck.

Hope sinks like a rock in your stomach. You squirm, but Jason holds fast, legs trapping yours. You whale on his shoulders with your fists. He holds your biceps, expression sorrowful.

"Baby—"

"No, you promised. You promised!" you scream. "You promised me!"

"It's just to soothe your nerves, honey. Please don't—"

You lunge for the knife, ready to do some serious damage. Jason tackles you before you can. He traps you on the floor, holding you down in a full lock. He holds your arms to your sides, and your legs are pinned to the floor. It's perhaps the gentlest restraint you've ever experienced. You scream and thrash, but it's no use.

"You monster! You're no better than any of them!"

"Sorry, 'm sorry," Jason says. No matter how much you fight, his grip won't budge. You've never been a match for Jason's strength or ability.

"I hate you! You don't love me!"

"I do, I do love you." Jason rests his forehead against your spine. "Christ, your life means more than mine. I won't lose you. You're the only one who matters."

His words are muffled. Your world is going fuzzy. The drug is kicking in.

"You promised," you say weakly, wiggling in one last attempt.

Jason tucks his face into your neck as you fall unconscious.

"I'll keep you safe," he says, lips on your neck. "No matter what."

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targaryenluvs · 1 year ago

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— A WHOLE NEW WORLD

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: in which you and percy navigate a whole other world, and encounter trials in the way.

warnings: angst, bullying mentions, teasing, physical violence courtesy of clarisse my bae, drowning, confessions, fluff, hugs, smooches, percy n you are a comedic duo i swear, basically a self insert, not proof read

wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: i’m insane, this is the longest thing ive ever written. so please reblog and interact <3

you’d grown up with the same stories percy had. the greek gods and goddesses, their lives and tales, their failures and secrets. what you didn’t expect was to be the child of one.

you, percy and grover were currently on a field trip, and you couldn’t have been happier. all around you was history, and you were fascinated by it all. breaking away from them, you viewed the tallest of statues and the intricate, taking your phone out secretly and snapping a photo to show your mother later.

you were dragged out of your fairytale by laughter, and percy’s scowl evident on his face as you made your way over. “i don’t know if you have a miserable home life or just enjoy being a bitch but this trip would be much more enjoyable without your annoying voice.” you sneered before shining a fake smile her way. percy’s laugh in your ear made you join in, but the reprimand afterwards dulled your mood.

you weren’t a big fan of bullies, especially when they targeted your friends. for some reason you obtained a boost of confidence and a need to protect your own friends from such people yet you couldn’t defend yourself on your best day.

the trio of you sat, eating your lunches, you were inhaling your favourite food much to the amusement of grover and percy. “i don’t think your food is running off y/n.” grover teased as you shoved his arm, “i know, but i’ve been waiting for so long, i didn’t eat anything this morning, i was too excited.” percy turned his head towards you, “you were excited?” you nodded, “for a museum?” you waved him off, returning to your food.

but not before nancy launched a sandwich percy’s way, you’d had enough, and so had he. the two of you got up despite grover’s protests, and somehow she ended up in the fountain, even though percy hadn’t touched her. you’d been lost in the crowd around the fountain and once you’d broken out you found percy on the ground.

“perce! percy are you okay?” you tried to shake him awake to no avail, so you did the next best thing, slapping him awake. twice should do it. his eyes opened, focusing in on you, “i’m here, i’m fine, i know you care about me.” relieved, yet annoyed you hit his shoulder before you and grover helped him up.

and when he did wake up he spoke about what he saw. on the walk to your hearing percy went into detail. and you couldn’t help but feel scared, what the hell was going on?

and the two of you stuck with the story of nancy throughout, feeling betrayed when grover went against you. your own parents were out of town and you were freshly kicked out of school, percy’s home was also your own. you prepared yourself before the two of you entered the apartment, gabe wasn’t exactly a sight for sore eyes.

and soon enough yourself, percy and his mother were headed for montauk. you’d left over twenty four messages for your parents but it seemed none of them had made their way through.

“so all the stories, they’re all true?” percy was fast asleep in the front seat, and the book in your hands wasn’t all that interesting. sally nodded, “i know it’s all a lot for the two of you to take in,” if percy was a demigod, then were you too? “what am i? who’s my parent then? are my parents my parents? am i adopted?” sally stopped at the intersection abruptly, turning towards you with a sad smile, “sweetheart, it doesn’t matter. your parents love you no matter what, i know it. you’ll learn everything with time, i’ll tell you more when we’re all inside okay?”

the water droplets on the window were plentiful, some big, some small, some new and others falling. the storm outside was looming, loud and dark, but it seemed to bring you comfort in all honesty, you loved the rain. and as you sat and drove all you could think of was your future, and what it had in store for you.

you’d been in the kitchen whilst listening into sally explain to percy about his parentage, the gods and goddesses. you were sure if you heard anymore you’d pass out. percy’s outburst led you back to them.

“well i’m not a baby! i know there’s no such thing as monsters, i know there’s no such thing as gods and i know for certain that there’s no such thing as demigods.” the hand on percy’s shoulder brought him back down, “percy, why would your mother lie to you? no one on this earth loves you more than her, i think we should listen.” his face was riddled with confusion, “you’re telling me you believe this crap?”

before the conversation could get heated, grover’s appearance interrupted. “what the hell are you doing here? how did you get here?” grover sighed, as much as he wanted to explain he needed you all to get moving, “i promise i’ll explain everything but somethings coming,” percy and yourself took a step back, “grover.”

“and i know that sounds really bad,”

“grover?” he brushed the two of you off, continuing to ramble at sally.

“but the important thing is not to panic—”

“i’m not panicking.” sally rested her hands on her hip, “great! i’m also definitely not panicking. i feel very good about how we’re doing so far—” you closed your eyes, maybe when you opened them it’d go away. “grover!” you and percy shouted out at the same time, “what?”

you pointed towards his legs as percy spoke up, “why is there half a goat in your pants?” his legs were bare, mist not around.

as if the day couldn’t have gotten any crazier or exhausting for you and percy grover all of a sudden showed up and you were all on the move. sally was punching the accelerator, whilst grover continued to explain, “what are you?” grover turned to face you, “i’m a satyr. and i’m your protector. i was assigned to you but we didn’t know that y/n was special like you, so i guess i’m sort of protecting you both.”

“you’re my protector? and what y/n doesn’t get one?” you laughed, “no offence but i think i’m alright perce. if you’re our protector than shouldnt you have protected us at school? against nancy?”

“i protect you against actual evil,” you snorted, “the only evil is nancy’s personality, that should count.” percy managed a smile at your words. “if i hadn’t gotten you kicked out of school, you’d have never survived the night. and what’s chasing us now would have found you there easily.” it was like a truckload of information all at once, you felt like you were in a movie.

“the mist. it’s the veil that hides the magical world from the human world. my legs. dodds’ wings. even dodds’ absence, but it isn’t supposed to hide things from me. that never happens. something powerful is at work here. the sooner we get you two to camp, the better off you’re… you told them about camp, right?” grover looked towards sally for an answer as you moved his hand away from your face. grover tended to move them around when talking about something he was passionate about.

“not yet, no.” sally shook her head as you smiled, “you’re early remember?”

“camp is a sanctuary for half-bloods.” great now you were going to a summer camp. the more he divulged the more you began to understand. you’d always been told you were special, percy especially. you should’ve known you were meant for more. demi gods were never safe, that was obvious by the huge monster behind the car.

“is that the minotaur?”

“once the attacks start, they never let up. okay? dodds was just the beginning.” you twisted your body to get another look at it, “okay well if we’re being chased than maybe less talking and more runnin, driving, whatever just go!” you shouted out, your heart was ramming against your chest, your hands felt warm and jittery. you needed to move, to do something, you hated just sitting and relying on a car. you zoned out in time for percy’s regular jokes.

“he is still wearing underpants.” you giggled at him, “i wonder what size.”

“the mythomagic cards were training. everything has been training for what’s still ahead of you, and i know wherever percy goes, you go.” you rolled your eyes, “i always hated those stupid cards, guess i should’ve played huh?” percy cocked his head, “what’s ahead of me? of us?”

“kids,” you all turned to sally, her knuckles were turning pale white, an unrelenting grip on the wheel, “hold on, please.” you clutched on to the seatbelt and seats as you all were jolted around, dodging a car and attempting to evade the minotaur, which wasn’t exactly all that easy as he rammed into the car, horns penetrating sallys window.

she fought for control, her foot pressing down on the accelerator before you all ended up crashing.

the ground was wet and mushy, you felt dirt gather underneath your fingertips as you crawled out of the car. you could see sally helping percy out as grover made his way out. your leg was aching, a shard of glass caused a gash in your thigh and dragging it along the floor hurt like a bitch, “ah, shit!” you rolled over onto your back.

percy’s eyes darted towards you the second you cried out, “y/n!” he dashed towards you, sally and grover in tow. “are you okay? what happened? where does it hurt?” his eyes were frantic and his hands unsure, the sight of you hurt was more than enough to worry him. “i’m fine, i just, if we take the shard out and tie something around then it’ll stop the bleeding right?”

percy shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, hoping it would clear it out, the whole situation was already stressful but his best friend injured? an absolute nightmare. “i— i don’t know! mom! what do we do?” he shouted as sally grabbed your jumper from inside, “move aside percy, let me help.” he didn’t want to, percy wanted to stay right by your side, but he knew she could help you where he couldn’t.

the make shift tourniquet did the job thankfully, but you were in and out from the loss of blood, the last thing you recall was sally jackson in the hands of the minotaur, and suddenly, gone.

your voice was stuck, trapped in your throat. your eyes stung immensely, waterline flooded. she was family to you, one of the sweetest people, supportive. and just like that, erased, just dust. your eyes searched your surroundings for percy, to see him, to help him, but all you could view was darkness as it took you far away.

the last thing you’d heard was grover yelling out for the two of you, “stay awake! please!” his pleads were unmet, as you were whisked away to a world of sleep.

the light was harsh on your eyes having just woken up, at least your bed was comfortable. but you still had no clue where you were. your body was stiff, needing to move around. as you shuffled to sit a voice called out for you.

“y/n!” you turned to see percy peering through the window, a large smile on his face as he promptly ran inside to you. “percy.” his arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing hardly. “you’re killing me here.” you croaked out as he let go, taking a step back.

“i’m sorry. do you need something? are you hungry?”

“that i am, where are we?”

“camp half-blood, welcome y/n l/n.” an older boy spoke up from the doorway with his arms crossed, leaning on the frame. “luke.” percy recognised the boy, which made you feel at ease, “hi luke.” he smiled, “hey, how are you feeling?” you sighed lifting the blanket up and resting your feet on the floor, attempting to rise from the bed. “like i need to walk a bunch, is there food around?”

luke nodded his head before signalling you to follow, “is your leg okay?” the pain had lessened since the initial hit but it was still sore, “i think i’ll be okay, might have a limp. i can be a zombie for halloween maybe.” percy was glad you were making jokes, seemingly back to normal.

the camp was everything you could have dreamed of. straight out of the pages of a book or out of a movie, amazing scenery, nice enough people, and insane skills amongst them. you had no clue how you’d fit in. you’d settled into hermes’ cabin, your bag and bed next to percy’s.

“so, how long have you been awake?” you were pushing down on your mattress with your hands, testing the springs. the bed wasn’t as soft as you’d have liked it to be but you couldn’t exactly buy a new one.

“let’s go outside and talk.” percy muttered, leading the way. you were sat down behind the cabin now, percy slowly sliding down the wall to be next to you.

“i only woke up a few minutes before you, i saw chiron he’s a—something. and i met the camp director mr d, dionysus by the way. they wouldn’t let me go back into the infirmary until we finished talking.”

“why’d you want to come back so quickly?”

“your bracelet was missing, i didn’t know where it was so i was freaking out. anyways i saw the camp a little, and i came back for it and you were awake. i got, i got scared before.” percy couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye, he felt nervous admitting it, his worry for you. your smile was wide as you recalled his own worry for the bracelet you’d made him.

“what? why?” he exhaled, his hands playing with his shirt, “i— i thought you wouldn’t wake up maybe.” you grabbed his hand, “i’m right here, there’s nothing to worry about perce. how are you feeling?” your voice was barely above a whisper, filled with sympathy and sorrow, you still hadn’t spoken about his mother.

“don’t.” he shook his head whilst averting his gaze, staring down at his hands. “don’t what? i’m not going to force you to talk about i promise, i just want to make sure you’re okay.” percy closed his eyes, “i can’t just,” percy breathed in, working up the courage to meet your eye, he hated the pity on your face, “just forget it, her.” you rested your hand on his neck, bringing him in, “no one’s asking you to percy, if there’s anything you need from me, or if you just want to sit and die of diabetes with every blue food in the world, i’ll be right there.”

“thank you.” his voice came out muffled against your shoulder. you tried your best to comfort him with a hand in his hair, you pulled him back to take a look at him. his eyes were glossy, a few tears had fallen free. using your sleeve you wiped them away, “now what demigod has the time for tears, percy jackson?”

you loved percy best like this, with a grin plastered on his face.

“yknow what we could use?” percy pulled you up from the ground, before you walked back to the cabin. “and what exactly is that m’lady?” you rolled your eyes, “first of all i despise your british accent and second, a nap!”

percy was sweating profusely, his nightmare having jolted him up from his bed. his jittery movements concerned you, book in your hands forgotten as you surged forwards, “perce? you okay?” his eyes were blown and chest heaving, but at the sight of you he relaxed, “yeah, yeah i’m fine.”

“you okay?” luke stood infront of the two of you, arms crossed, “super.” percy snipped back as you swatted his arm, “be nice.” your voice was firm, and you knew how percy was, you’d say sarcasm was probably his middle name if you hadn’t already known it.

“we all have them, you know.” luke clicked his tongue, taking a step closer. “intense, recurring nightmares. that’s normal here.” his words were surprising to you, knowing that yourself and percy rarely fit in.

“and the daydreams, and the ADHD, and dyslexia. demigods just process reality differently, than humans do. for the first time in your life, you’re just like everyone else.” you let out a sigh, whether of relief or sadness you didn’t know. did you want to fit in? be the same as everyone else? nothing special?

“so are you also… do you not know who your—“ lukes lips pressed into a thin line, knowing what percy insinuated, “am i… unclaimed?” the two of you nodded in unison, “no, hermes is my father. that doesn’t matter, we��re all on the same team here.”

percy’s agitation was obvious, as well as reasonable and it was exactly how you felt. “each kid is brought here and made to wait around until their parent decides to pick up the phone? pick up— whatever. how is that fair?“ percy nodded along, “she’s right, why is that okay? why do they get to bring us here to just ignore some of us?” you did feel bad for luke, you felt as if the two of you were bombarding him with questions and expecting him to hold all of life’s answers.

“spend too much time trying to figure out why the gods do whatever it is they do, you’ll drive yourself crazy. sooner you stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer.”

percy’s interest piqued, “and what’s that?”

“glory.”

you’d spent hours trying different things. percy almost hit a bunch of campers with an arrow, whilst you’d hit the bullseye, much to your elation. the both of you were absolutely horrendous at welding, which you figured. the only thing that had stuck with you through out the day was the idea of offerings. and you knew percy was thinking the same thing.

the smell of fire invaded your senses as percy threw in the thing that meant most, whilst you sat by him and wondered if it would actually work, would she be able to hear you? you’d zoned out for a bit, feeling as if you were intruding whilst he talked.

“i hope you’re sitting down, but… i think… i’ve made some friends here. like, real friends. y/n and i, we might actually fit in for once.” you beamed at the thought, yet not wanting to interrupt so you settled for nudging his shoulder to which he smiled at you, “i think they might really like me. imagine that. he isn’t here. my father, he just… didn’t show. i mean, ignoring me is one thing, but he doesn’t get to ignore you. i’m gonna make him come down here. i’m gonna make him see me, i’m gonna make him see us both.” and with that he blew out the fire, a small flicker of hope ignited inside.

“we’re going to get her back percy, i swear.”

and that was the end of your pleasant night, the reign of terror, clarisse and others were infront of your cabin. and that’s where your night went haywire.

you and percy were thrown to the floor roughly, landing on your bad thigh caused you to shout in pain. “aw, does someone have a scratch? where’d you get it from? the minotaur?” the girl was blonde, and you had no clue who she was but her mocking tone made you want to punch her in the face.

“do you think you’re special? better than everyone else?”

“no.”

“tell me you made it all up about the minotaur, and I’ll let you go. maybe to impress your friend here? you practically have heart eyes when you look at her.” clarisse approached you, “don’t touch her!” percy shouted as clarisse chuckled, “why not? you gonna stop me?”

“he didn’t make anything up.” you responded to her question since percy hadn’t, with her harsh glare you prayed for the earth to swallow you whole. “she’s right, i didn’t make anything up.” clarisse was hoping for truthfulness from percy, she couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or happy, she could teach him a lesson.

“some kids gotta learn the hard way.” the two other girls charged towards percy before abruptly walking around him, dragging you up by the elbows. “hey! if you’re mad at me then hurt me! don’t touch her! let her go!” clarisse held percy back as the girls forced you to your knees, “guys i appreciate the sentiment but i’m not all that thirsty.” please tell me this wasn’t used recently.

percy thrashed around in her grip, desperate to save you, “you really like her don’t you? not a single ounce of fight in you when it’s your ass on the line but for her,” his chest heaved, and his hands clenched, he wasn’t commonly violent, but a beat down on clarisse seemed amazing right about now.

“get off her! y/n!” your eyes were clenched shut in an attempt to prepare yourself, holding your breath, yet nothing happened. when you peeled your eyes open you were met with an empty toilet bowl.

“please tell me you guys didn’t drink it yourselves.” if it wasn’t already an indication of her irritation based on the scowl on her face the second-grade ‘you stole my swing’ type of pull at your hair dragged you back to younger self. but what really awakened you were the three tentacle like forms of water, “what the hell?” the harsh collision of your back on the wall saved you from the attack. the girls all staggered around, careful of the water before scurrying out.

percy rushed over to you, hands cradling your face, “are you okay? did they hurt you? you didn’t touch the water did you?” you raised your hand to cut off percy’s rambling, “i’m fine, but what the hell was that?” he shook his head, “not a single idea in my head.” percy slumped opposite of you, “there’s not much in your head either way.” percy placed his hand on his heart, feigning shock and hurt, “how dare you!” your giggles rejuvenated percy, your smile was all he needed to be happy again.

the figure of someone at the door caused you to shoot up, careful of the water, you saw annabeth come into view. crap.

“we can explain.” you both held up your hands, caught at the scene of the crime and afraid of the consequences. “no, you can’t.” percy nodded in agreement, “okay,” the girls face resonated with percy, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he tried to recall how, “wait, I know you.”

annabeth shrugged her shoulders, “no, you don’t.” percy stepped forwards infront of you, directly inline with her, “yeah, but you were there. that night in the infirmary.” you couldn’t recall seeing her there when you woke up, “i don’t think she was, i don’t remember seeing you.” anabeth peered down at her shoes before returning to the conversation.

“yes. i’m annabeth.” she introduced herself, you’d heard of her a bit from other campers, daughter of athena.

“are you stalking us, annabeth?”

“yes.” her bluntness was something you didn’t expect. “okay. why?” you inquired further, “well, i’ve been waiting to see if something like this would happen. “so i’d know if you can help me.”

“you’ve been waiting for me to get my head in a toilet and for percy to be manhandled? well, girlhandled.” percy was confused, “help you do what?”

“win capture the flag.”

the helmets weren’t exactly the most comfortable but you figured keeping your brain in your skull was more crucial.

you walked next to luke with percy on the left of him, “you’re gonna love this. campwide mock warfare, all glory to the victors. annabeth’s the head counselor of the athena cabin. she’s led our team to three straight wins. been a long time since anyone’s won a fourth.”

“she was there in the bathroom, she said she’d been waiting for it to happen.”

“annabeth sees the world differently. always six steps ahead of everyone else. you should cut her a break.” you scoffed, “cut her a break for what? her life seems perfectly fine.” luke shook his head, “not everything’s as it seems y/n.”

“whose side are you on, anyway?”

luke stopped and turned towards percy, “oh, hers, always. she’s my little sister. maybe I should back up.” you nodded, “i think we should sit down if we’re going to be getting an origin story here.”

luke’s entire story of how he and annabeth got to camp made you regret your earlier comments of an easy life. she’d been fighting since she was a child, it’s all she’s known. “she’s been watching us since we got here. why?”

“annabeth is the strongest warrior in camp, the only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest.”

“and what does this have to do with us?”

“chiron’s been promising her for years. one day, a demigod would arrive who was fated to go on a quest that even chiron couldn’t prevent. and when that happened, she could join it. every new arrival, or, arrivals in your case, annabeth watches, looking for a sign they’re the one. usually, she gives up after a day or two, but she’s still watching you two.”

“can you ask her to knock it off?” as much as you hated to admit it, she did kind of freak you out, “i agree, we’re not going on some magical quest any time soon.”

“yeah, sure. but you never know, what if she’s right?” the conch shell blowing in the distance alerted you all.

it was battle time.

as you walked behind luke you couldn’t help your nervousness, which percy always noticed. “hey,” his voice was soft and reassuring, a hand on your shoulder, “we’re gonna be fine, it’s just a friendly game. we’ve won three times and we’re going to get a fourth since they have us brilliant additions of course.” percy literally bowed in front of you as if being applauded for a performance as you chuckled, “oh please, you cant win with idiocy percy.”

“that is extremely offensive! how many times have i beaten you in monopoly?”

“ohh, you want to talk about monopoly mr bank robber? do you honestly think no one noticed when you randomly turn in broken change and grab even more bigger notes? or the fact that three houses does not make a hotel!” clarisse watched the two of you fool around from afar, she was going to make you pay.

the pebble you’d thrown clattered against percy’s armour, “hey! what was that for?” you groaned out loud, your head lolling back, meeting the log. “if you keep flossing i’m going to push you myself perce. you need to take this more serious—” the girls surrounded you from every angle, swords in hand as you rose from the floor, your own sword clutched tightly.

“flags that way, it’s not here.” clarisse smirked, “we know. yeah, glory’s fine. revenge is more fun.” her spear crackled as they all surged forwards, time to fight, it’s now or never.

clarisse’s scream was deafening. “so much for friendly huh?” percy shook his head, “not now! you can tell me how wrong i was when we’re out of here.” for some reason once they’d begun their attack, you’d never felt more alive. as if you were born for this, to fight. every sword and hit that came your way was met with double the force, hurling people backwards as you tried to make your way to percy’s side. one of the girls was sly, managing to corner you on the boardwalk near by.

her knee, she’s weak in the knees.

the voice echoed through your head, as if compelled you followed up on it as the girl went down almost immediately. thank you very much random voice! the sound of cheers floated through the air as you saw luke plant the flag in the ground.

4 — 0.

perhaps you’d been distracted by the people, or maybe it was percy being held by his armour courtesy of clarisse. either way you didn’t notice the girl lunging your way, not until the cold water engulfed your body.

you’d never learnt to properly swim.

percy’s footsteps drummed through the air, each step heavy and weighed down with purpose. he had to get to you, now. the second you’d hit the water he was on the ground running. it had only been about five seconds at most yet percy was already at your previous spot, diving in head first.

act now, think later.

your eyesight was blurry as the two of you resurfaced, the first thing you spotted the crowd on the shoreline, they waited with bated breath, your team cheering once the two of you were back up. “i’m so sorry, i said i would protect you but clarisse— i was so scared when i saw you get pushed, i think i froze up. i should’ve listened to you, i should’ve taken it more seriously. this is all my fault.” he was holding onto your face for dear life, afraid to let go.

percy had dived head first into the water for you, no hesitation. he put himself at risk for you. he always knew what to say and what to do. percy was your person. you’d been an idiot, why’d it take so long for you to realise what you knew deep down?

you love percy jackson. and not in a friend way, in a love way. in the best way.

your lips were pressed on his in seconds, you weren’t in a hurry, not desperate, not messy. just passionate and deep, as if you were trying to convey your feelings through it. you were simultaneously trying your hardest to remember this moment. percy’s cold hands on your cheeks, both of you sopping wet, nothing else mattered to you, until he kissed back. percy on the other hand was desperate, he’d been waiting for so long, settling for the title of best friend. he had you in his arms, he’d already lost his own mother, he wasn’t going to lose his other half.

his hair tousled, curls sticking to his face, yours dripping wet, hands on your neck as you clutched his. “what are we percy?” he grinned, “whatever we want to be.” the pair of you may have forgotten the fact that you were currently surrounded by campers, but the deafening cheers and shouts of support warmed your heart. surely a kiss didn’t elicit such a reaction? yes it did, but also the fact that a trident loomed over percy’s head.

percy jackson, son of poseidon.

the two of you walked with a literal army of people, friends, even. for once you both felt as if you belonged.

luke was unbearable, taking any chance he could to tease the two of you, “my little campers, all grown up.” he fake-cried, wiping false tears from his eyes as you poked him, “now if we can find someone then where’s your partner pal?” percy laughed, “please never say pal again.” you turned his way, scrunching your nose, “doesn’t work does it?” he shook his head as the three of you chuckled.

“but seriously, you two are made for each other, i’m happy for you.” as you reached the cabin you couldn’t help yourself as you hugged luke by surprise, “thank you. we’ll be in soon, we just have a bit to talk about.” luke made his way inside as the two of you turned to walk away but not before hearing him call out, “keep your hands to yourself percy!” percy rolled his eyes as you smiled.

the two of you sat at the boardwalk again, feet dangling off. you’d been discussing the quest, as well as the fact that it was only undertaken by three.

“so, you, me, anabeth and grover. percy i know school sucks but if you could count those names on your fingers for me please.” percy groaned as you laughed at your own joke, “i know, i know. but i figure four heads are better than three.” your legs swung back and forth as you shrugged your shoulders, “we could fold grover into a box and take him with us secretly.” percy suggested.

“yeah, maybe.” your voice was quieter than before, eliciting concern from percy, “hey? you okay?” you were fidgeting again, this time with the black bracelet you’d made for him. he met your eyes with a smile as he lifted your head by the chin.

“i promise, i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.” and for once you could feel how serious he was, “thank you perce, you— have been apart of my life since i was little. i don’t think there’s a single person i trust more on this planet than you. i’m sorry, for everything you’ve gone through. i swear, we’re going to make it out of this. we’re going to find your mother, we’re going to find the lighting bolt, and everything can return to normal. well, besides the fact that we’re all demigods and all.” the laughter was bittersweet, a moment of peace before you embarked on the quest.

“you’re beautiful you know that?” he whispered to you, as if he was afraid for others to hear. you grinned at his words, leaning in towards him as he followed, “i know, you make it a point to tell me at least once a day. but you, percy, are as gorgeous as the calm seas.”

you wiggled your finger in his face as he swatted it away, “if i had known my girlfriend was a poet i would’ve had every word of yours written down.” you felt fuzzy, warm. with percy you felt a million ways, all of them good.

as cheesy as he was you loved him.

“look at us, exploring a whole new world.”

“did you just aladdin me?”

“yup, do you think they have a flying carpet here?”

“why so zeus can strike it down when he’s angry? i feel like the gods are all little kids throwing temper tantrums.” percy shushed you, “they might be listening.” he joked as you punched him.

“i hope they are. so they know, we’re coming for them.”

“holy shit that was a badass line.”

“perce?”

“yeah?”

“you’re ruining it.”

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THOROUGHFARE | UNSURE FEELINGS, DRUNKEN CALLS

⤷ A JJ MAYBANK SOCMED AU .ᐟ

──── you never expected that swapping socials with your call of duty duo would change your life — whether for better or worse, you're still not sure. friendships are made and something much more begins. ON HIATUS

thoroughfare masterlist ──── 05 | 06 | 07

a/n: chap 6 has been a bitch to post bc tumblr couldn’t handle it but VIOLA it has arrived. this chap became a mix of smau and written fic so we doin something here 🤔 ofc it’ll still be social media based do not fret, but i feel like these written ones are needed for this. not betaread obvs so mistakes are everywhere!! lmk your thoughts, expectations, or how u see this fic ending cuz it is soon 😝

john b stood up as soon as he heard the whirring sound of his best friend’s motorcycle. it came to a stop when he stepped out on the château’s porch, leaning against one of the posts with his arms crossed. jj looked disheveled and as much as he wanted to say “as per usual”, the boy walked towards the house as if he ran into several bushes on the way.

he had a frown on his face as he faced john b. “i don’t know what do,” he finally spoke, his expression morphing that tells john b he didn’t want to admit to that. “long distance relationships are weird and, i’ve experienced worst that weird, man, you and i both know that and i—“

“alright, calm down,” john b grabbed the boy’s shoulder before he could go on another self-destructive tangent. “let’s talk about this, okay? pope said he’s on his way with beers.”

jj sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “it feels unfair for her that i’m making a big deal about this. it’s the whole rafe thing again! honestly, i genuinely think i overreacted.” he sat on the closest couch on the porch with furrowed eyebrows.

john b followed him, an amused expression on his face. jj noticed this, raising his eyebrows at the boy. “what’s so funny?”

he shook his head, his curls falling slightly to his side as he looked at jj. “when’s the last time you acted this way towards a girl?”

“oh, don’t start, jb.”

“i’m sorry, okay? look, you don’t need to be thinking this hard, man, alright?” the boy chuckled, patting his friend firmly on the back. “yn’s a good person, i can tell, and…” john b looked around as if anyone else but the two of them were around. he leaned closer towards jj, who didn’t think twice to do the same.

“from what i’ve read from sar’s phone, yn’s just crazy for you.”

this changed jj’s solemn expression into a mixture of lovesick, curiosity, and excitement. “i mean, that’s natural, right? she agreed to be my girlfriend so it’s natural for her to like me.” his words sounded defensive which made john b’s eyebrows rose.

“what i’m trying to say, jj, you don’t have to freak out just because you don’t know who’s around her. long distance is weird, i agree, but are you going to be like this every time she hangs out with people you don’t know?”

jj lowered his eyes, a tiny wave of shame washing over him. “no.”

“right, and i’m not trying to say don’t be jealous— you can’t help it, you like the girl,” john b held one of the blonde’s shoulder. “and if i were to give you an advice, man to man, thinking in your shoes, if you find long distance so much, why don’t you do something about it?”

jj looked up at john b, confusion etched all over his face. “what are you—“ and as if something clicked in his mind, john b nodded, confirming his thoughts. “isn’t it too soon?”

“what’s too soon?” both boys visibly flinched as pope made his presence known, beer bottles in hand. “i had to swipe this from my dad’s stack so you guys better fill me in.”

you couldn’t help the smile at john b’s story, giving it a heart as scrolled off the app. you would send a response, something about not leaving him in the streets because you guys still have a game session planned tomorrow, but you decided not to.

they were probably still at the boneyard, a place where they usually throw their parties as you’ve learned previously from jj, and they’ve shared enough stories about those to let you know those parties don’t end easily.

you sighed, sliding further into your bed as you hugged your pillow. was it silly to feel the way you do now?

you aren’t ready to fly out to see the boy you’ve been dying to see, but you want to, and you tell yourself you’re okay seeing them have fun, but as you stare deeper into your bedroom wall, you’re beginning to doubt that.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes in an attempt to sleep and brush off your thoughts, but as soon as you do, your phone rang beside you. you moved the pillow and raised your phone, seeing jj’s profile picture and username across your screen.

jj was calling you.

you sat up, answering the phone, and placed it on your ear. loud music greeted your first, along with voices you’re not familiar with.

“—you can’t just leave her like that, jayj!” a girl harshly whispered against the speaker and it made you think she was either kiara, cleo, or sarah.

“hello?” you finally spoke, and when you did, everyone on the other side seemed to quiet down. you heard some kind of harsh slap, along with a small ‘ow!’. you didn’t recognize the rest of the voice before, but you were definitely aware someone had slapped jj.

“jj? you there?” you called once more, tone lighter in amusement. “i’m gonna hang up on you if you don’t talk.”

that seemed to catch the boy’s attention as he began sputtering away. “no, no, don’t, hello! look, i’m sorry, i’m being peer pressed right now—“

“don’t say that!” a deeper voice interrupted him.

“—and i just wanted to hear your voice…” from the way jj was talking, you could tell he was drunk, though you did believe that slap before sobered him up a bit. “i missed you, yn.”

“it’s only been a day a whole, jj,” you chuckled, leaning against your pillows. despite your answer, you couldn’t help but feel the same way. “but i missed you too, jay.”

“i’ve been building up the courage to call you all night and, i don’t know, i just wanted to hear from you before my lights go out,” jj laughed at his own words, a drunken expression all over his face you imagined.

“build up the courage? i’m your girlfriend, jay, you could call me whenever you want.” you answered, a small smile on your face.

there was a beat of silence from him and you thought it was a sign that he’s close to getting conked out, but his next words proved otherwise.

“can you say that again?” he whispered, almost like he’s hiding, which was most likely from his eavesdropping friends. “about the girlfriend thing, please?”

you hummed a playful tone, the instinct to tease jj was strong and it almost won if it weren’t the way your cheeks heated up at his voice, the way he sounded so soft and near the phone as if he was saying it directly in your ear.

“i’m your girlfriend, jj maybank. you happy?” you had to roll your eyes despite no one being with you hearing your sappy voice and attitude, anything to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay.

“so happy, you don’t even know, baby,” the nickname came to you as a shock, but it didn’t felt wring hearing it from jj. if anything, you wanted to make him say it again. “i’m just so— oh my god, so happy. i’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend— oh, bliss!”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bursted from you as jj’s voice doubled in volume. “i have a girlfriend! and she really likes me!” jj’s speaker managed to get the sound of what sounded like a crowd cheering at his embarrassing announcement, making you chuckle even further.

“alright, hands off the phone, okay— john b, take him, please? before he announces more details about yn?” another voice took over the call, and by the way the boy, who you now know is john b, responded with a ‘yes, ma’am’, you assumed it was sarah who came to the rescue.

“hey, sarah,” you greeted her. “having fun?”

“oh, we are, but no so much for jj tomorrow.”

“i can imagine, you’d think he’ll be able to live with that?” you joked.

“babe, he has no choice,” sarah responded with a laugh. “but for now, john b’s taking him back to the château to properly conk out.”

“that’s good to hear.”

“so,” she started and you already picked up the teasing tone in her voice.

“so?” you chuckled, amused at her.

“still unsure of visiting your hopeless boyfriend? was his very public and loud declaration of love for you enough?”

you hugged the nearest pillow, a warm smile spreading across your face. you felt a lot more at ease and mind solely focused on jj. “it’s enough.”

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Pining In The Pines

Dean x reader

Word count-3843

Warnings- Angst, some fluff

Summary- Y/N and the boys have to go on a hunt in her old hometown. She's not happy to go home, and especially not when Dean makes a comment that brings up bad memories. How will she take it? And will Dean be able to make it right?

A/N- This fills my Secret Passageway square for @jacklesversebingo

First, I suck at summaries 😂 Second, this fic is a little self-indulgent. I've written it about where I'm actually from and the stigma about the people in this area. I really hope you like it!

“So, get this,” Sam started the conversation as he looked at his laptop.

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled in her chest. It never failed. When he found a hunt, the first words out of his mouth were, ‘So, get this.’ That’s how she and Dean knew to stop and pay attention. He had something they needed to hear. So, she tried to contain her laughter and give Sam the attention he wanted.

“Y/N…Do you have to laugh every single time?” Sam groaned but didn’t wait for a response, continuing with what he wanted to say, “There’s supposedly been a Wendigo spotted in Morehead, Kentucky. Homeowners caught it on their security camera for their driveway.”

“Morehead…Isn’t that close to where you grew up, sweetheart?” Dean wondered, looking over at the huntress beside him.

“It’s a few counties over, but yeah, it’s close enough. Did you say there was footage?” she questioned, leaning forward to look at Sam’s laptop as he spun it around for her and Dean to see.

Her breath caught in her throat as Dean put his hand on her lower back as he leaned forward to watch the video. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she had fallen in love with the eldest Winchester. But how was she supposed to be around him, living in the bunker with him, and not fall head over heels?

It was true that he had a temper, could be a real grump, and be downright mean sometimes. But, over the years, she’d learned that his temper flared most when someone he cared about was in danger. He would be grumpy when the weight of the world had gotten almost too heavy to bear, and he tried to push it down and keep it bottled up. He was mean when he thought he needed to push someone he cared about away because he was the one putting them in danger. To her, that was just the sign of a man who had been hurt, a man who loved deeply, one who cared so much that the thought of losing someone he loved was unbearable. So, how was she not going to fall for him at some point?

But that’s as far as it went. She would never admit her feelings. She couldn’t. The likely rejection would be her end, and she would have to leave the bunker. She’d rather pine for him in tortuous silence than not have him in her life at all. So, as always, she shoved her feelings back down, focusing on the screen in front of her, and prepared for the hunt she knew was coming.

“Earth to Y/N,” Dean nudged her, clearly seeing she was in her own little world.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m watching,” she rolled her eyes, trying to hide that she was fantasizing about the green-eyed Adonis.

“Where was that pretty little head of yours?” he teased, his words making her heart ache. If only he really thought that way.

“Just thinking of what I’ll need to pack. ‘Cause we’re clearly going to Kentucky, am I right?” she lied, hoping they would buy it.

“Yeah, we have to check this out. I’ve never heard of a Wendigo this far east before,” Sam answered, getting Dean’s attention away from her. Thank Chuck.

“There’s a lot of things in the Appalachian mountains that no one knows about. Trust me, you don’t want to be caught in those woods alone after dark,” she shivered at the thought.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of the dark?” Dean tried to tease, but she gave him a stern look that made him think twice.

“You should know that I’m not scared of the dark. I follow you into some of the darkest, creepiest places on earth. But, I grew up there, Dean. It’s not even just the monsters you have to worry about. I mean, there are bears, mountain lions, wolves…” she trailed off, not wanting to mention some of the crazy people that live in those mountains.

“Okay, okay,” Dean huffed, throwing his hands up in mock surrender, “I get it.”

“You better. You have to keep your head on a swivel while we’re in the woods. I’d hate to have to save your sorry ass from the real-life Yogi Bear,” she winked, “Because your ass will be the picnic basket.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed at her sarcasm as Sam laughed. Even though she was crazy in love with him, she could give him shit right back. And to be honest, she thoroughly enjoyed frustrating him. As she saw it, it was payback for him making her love him in the first place. She continued to chuckle as she went to her room to pack. Y/N didn’t like the thought of going home. Too many memories she’d like to forget. But duty calls, so she was packing her bags for the long drive to southeast Kentucky.

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“I highly doubt there’s a Wendigo here. They don’t stay in the wide-open woods,” Dean complained while trekking through the mountains.

“Dean, do you not know anything about the topography of Kentucky?” Y/N asked, shaking her head in annoyance. He’d been in a mood all day.

“Yes, sweetheart. I spend all my free time studying the layout of a state I rarely ever visit,” his sarcasm made her want to smack him in the head.

“Well, dear,” she said just as sarcastically, “Kentucky is known for its underground cave systems. You know, Mammoth Cave. One of the biggest cave systems in the world…”

“Of course! Because spelunking is high on my to-do list!”

“Oh! Look at him, Sam. He’s using big boy words like spelunking. I’m so proud of you, Dean!�� she half shouted at him. Trying to keep her voice down so as not to attract unwanted attention to whatever was out there.

“Guys! Knock it off. We’re here to kill a Wendigo. Not for you two to kill each other!” Sam exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“She started it,” Dean whined, acting like a child.

“Fuck off, Dean,” she growled as she walked ahead of them. Leading them to the caves she knew were close.

Y/N ignored the bickering between the brothers behind her as she made her way through the trees. She loved Dean, but today, she thought about leaving him in one of the caves they found. He’d been an ass since they woke up at the motel, and she couldn’t figure out what had his boxers in a bunch. They’d had to share a bed, but she didn’t think he’d be that pissed about that, but she wouldn’t put anything past him at that point. But, whatever it was, it tempted her to make him Wendigo lunch.

“Slow down, Y/N. We’re not born and raised hillbillies like you are. It’s taking us a little longer to navigate this hellscape,” Dean yelled, grumbling under his breath about her getting too far ahead.

Y/N froze. That was the last straw. Yes, she’d been born and raised in the area, but that word…Hillbilly. She’d been trying to get rid of that stigma since she left the mountains, and now hearing Dean, the man she loved, call her that derogatory term was too much to take.

“Let me tell you something, asshole! Yeah, I grew up here, but I’m not a fucking hillbilly! I’ll have you know not everyone who lives in Appalachia are backwoods, uneducated, rednecks! So, take that term, and shove it straight up your ass!” she screamed, her anger boiling over into dangerous territory.

Before either of the boys could say a word, a guttural, terrifying growl tore through the darkening woods. Y/N spun around to see what they’d been there to find. The Wendgio was only about thirty feet behind her, moving in quickly. Sam shouted for her to get behind him, breaking her out of her stupor. Once she’d cleared his line of sight, Sam grabbed his homemade flamethrower, flicking his lighter to ignite it, but nothing happened. He tried again but to no avail. Y/N’s screams tore through the night air…

“Run! Follow me!”

The boys were quick at her heels as she weaved them in and out of the trees and underbrush. Dean couldn’t help but think about how impressed he was at her agility in that terrain. He could tell she’d grown up here and knew her way around, which brought him to his next thought. How guilty he felt for saying what he had. But now was not the time to apologize. Right now, he had to concentrate on not losing sight of her and getting shredded to pieces by the monster on their tails.

“Here! Guys, hurry!” she shouted, an old moonshining cabin in her sight.

Once she reached the cabin, she flung open the door, waiting for the boys to enter before slamming it shut, silently praying that the rickety lock would hold just long enough to devise a plan.

“What the hell happened back there?” Dean asked, hands on his knees as he panted for breath.

“I don’t know! The flamethrower has never not worked before,” Sam answered with the same labored breathing as his brother.

“Well, we can figure that out later. Now, we need to figure out how to stay alive!” Y/N yelled, panic starting to set in.

“Calm down, sweetheart. We’ll be okay,” Dean tried to calm her down, but she was still too angry with him.

“Don’t! Do not ‘sweetheart’ me! You had no right to talk to me like that!”

“Look, swe- Y/N, I’m sorry. But I don’t understand why that made you so mad,” Dean spoke as he looked around the cabin for something to use as a makeshift weapon.

“That was a shit apology, Winchester. Just…just don’t speak to me until we get out of this mess,” she groaned, then mumbled, “If we live through this mess.”

“Hey!” Dean shouted, getting her attention, “We are getting out of this. Don’t talk like that.”

“Can you tell me how you plan to get us out of here? Cause I don’t see another way out except through the door that Wendigo is now trying to beat down!”

As she walked toward Dean, her foot almost went through the floor, or at least it felt like it. She stopped, pushing down with her foot one more time. The bounce under her foot had her laughing loudly, and the boys looked at her like she’d lost her mind. Dean spoke as she started to rip the rug she stood on out of the way.

“Care to tell us what you find so funny?”

“This!” she continued to laugh in relief as she pointed to the hatch in the floor where she’d been standing, “It’s our way out!”

“How do you know that? It could be just an old cellar,” Sam asked, walking over to inspect what she’d found.

“Well, as Dean so nicely put it, us hillbillies would dig secret passageways to transport the moonshine back and forth without the police seeing them. They almost always lead to an abandoned coal mine or cave opening. Sometimes other cabins.”

“Y/N, come on, I tried to apologize. I didn’t know it would upset you that much,” Dean threw his hands up in exasperation.

“Well, it did, and…” she started to argue when Sam interrupted them.

“Maybe you two can finish this fight once we know we’re not going to die? Let’s go!”

Y/N and Dean simultaneously rolled their eyes. Sam would have told them they were two peas in a pod if they weren’t in such a hurry to save their asses. Y/N was the first one down the ladder, explaining that she’d be their best bet for not getting completely lost underground, and neither brother disagreed. Dean followed, with Sam on his heels. Once they were underground, Y/N led the way, and the boys were impressed with how well she could get around in the tunnels.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Dean was going to ask if she really knew where she was going, but before he could open his mouth, they turned a corner and could see a light up ahead in the tunnel's ceiling. Y/N was climbing the ladder through another hatch before Dean knew what was happening. Maybe her nickname should be Squirrel instead of him, he chuckled to himself. As the last brother made it out of the tunnel and into another cabin, Y/N slammed the hatch, pushing an old, heavy piece of furniture over it. Luckily, this one was still quite furnished, with beds still in the bedrooms and an old couch in front of a fireplace.

“This is home until morning,” she stated, looking around, finding, albeit dusty, pillows and blankets in a closet.

“Better than nothing,” Sam shrugged, walking into one of the bedrooms and shutting the door, leaving only one bedroom for her and Dean.

“Looks like we’re sharing again, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Nah, take the bed. I’ll take the couch,” she whispered, not looking at him. Damn, she was still mad.

“I’m not taking a bed and putting you on an old debilitated couch, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. My adrenaline is still too high to sleep. Besides, I’ll keep watch so you can get some rest. You have to drive us back to the bunker tomorrow. I can sleep in the car.”

“Y/N…”

“No, Dean, it’s fine. Please, just take the bed. I’m too tired to argue,” she almost begged, wanting to be alone.

“I thought you said you weren’t tired?” he smirked, trying to joke, but she wasn’t having it.

“I’m mentally exhausted. I just need time to myself to wind down. Now, please, go get some sleep so we can get the hell out of here in the morning,” she pleaded, the look on her face breaking his heart. He had really hurt her with what he said.

“Okay, sweetheart. Good night,” he said dejectedly, knowing it would be a sleepless night. His guilt would make sure of it.

“Night,” she replied, turning her back to him, sitting down on the couch, staring out the window, never glancing his way. The click of the door made her wince as Dean went to bed.

Sleepless night was an understatement. Dean’s eyes didn’t close once as he lay there thinking how wrong the day had gone. He and Y/N had argued since their feet hit the floor that morning. Him being an ass was the reason for it. He hated fighting with her, but when he woke that morning, she was curled up at his side, her head on his chest. Usually, a man wouldn't complain about having a beautiful woman wrapped around him, but it tends to put you in a pissy mood when it’s a woman you love but can’t have.

Dean was ass over tea kettle for Y/N, but he’d never tell her that. She deserved so much better than being saddled with a man who could barely stand his own company most days. He drank too much, and he wasn’t good at communicating how he felt. He knew that. Sam had told him many times he needed to learn to open up, but he didn’t want to burden anyone with the shitshow that was his mind. Especially her. So, as with his other emotions, he pushed his love for her deep and tried to ignore it. Lately, that hadn’t been working so well. As he lay there telling himself all the reasons he couldn’t have her, a sound caught his attention. He tiptoed to the door, cracking it slowly, and what he saw had him rushing out the door.

“Y/N, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he quizzed her as he rushed to her side, pulling her into his arms. Her sobs were what he’d heard.

“I’m fine, Dean. Go back to bed,” she hiccuped through her tears. She couldn’t tell him the full truth.

“Obviously, you are the opposite of fine. Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, placing her chin between his thumb and index finger to turn her face to him, “Is this about today?”

“Partially,” she admitted, trying to turn her head back to the window, but his grip wouldn’t let her.

“Y/N…I’m so so sorry. I know I was being an ass, but I had no idea it would hurt your feelings like that. Can you explain to me why? I’m not trying to fight. I honestly don’t understand.”

“I’ve tried to get rid of the ‘hillbilly’ stigma since I left this place. It's always the same thing whenever someone finds out where I’m from. There’s this image people have about people from the Appalachian mountains that just aren’t true. We’re not a bunch of ignorant, uneducated people who live deep in the woods and never come out. Unfortunately, movies and TV shows have depicted us in such a bad light that most people think that’s all we are. And when that term comes from the man you…” she gasped, catching what she almost said. But Dean caught it as well.

“The man you what, Y/N?” he asked, holding his breath. Was she about to admit what he thought? Maybe, just maybe, he could try to be better, be the man she deserved if she loved him too.

“Dean…” she whimpered, trying to turn away from him again, but he wasn’t letting her go now.

“Uh uh, say it. Say it, Y/N,” he pleaded, his eyes staring into hers, “Were you going to say the man you loved?”

“Yes! Okay? I was going to say the man I loved!” she shouted in frustration as she jumped from the couch, finally breaking Dean’s hold on her, “Now, go ahead and tell me that you don’t see me that way, tell me that you don’t want me, so I can prepare to pack my shit and leave when we get back to the bunker. Because I can’t stay there and see you every day after your rejection. I just can’t.”

Dean stood and walked to her as she stood staring out the window, her back to him after her confession. He touched her shoulder, gently turning her to face him. Her look of sadness and despair nearly ripped his heart from his chest. He thought having his heart literally ripped out would hurt less than seeing her like this. He slid his hand up from her shoulder to cup her cheek. A tear trickled down her face as she closed her eyes at his touch, and he swiped it away with his thumb.

“Is that what you want me to tell you, or do you want me to tell you the truth?” he asked softly, waiting for her to open her eyes, which didn’t take a split second. Her eyes went wide.

“What are you saying?” she uttered shakily.

“I’m saying that I love you, too, Y/N. I have for a long time.”

“But, but,” she stuttered, trying to find her words, “You were so mad at me when we woke up this morning. That isn’t how someone acts when they love the person in bed with them.”

“Sweetheart, I was mad because I opened my eyes to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen curled up against me, and all I could think was how I wanted it to mean something, and I didn’t think it ever would. If I’m being honest, you could do so much better. And thinking I’d never have you that way pissed me off because I’ve never wanted someone as bad as I want you, Y/N. You’re my first thought when I wake up, and I fall asleep picturing you beside me. I know I’m not a good man, and there’s someone out there that could and would give you more than I’ll ever be able to, but if you really love me, I’m going to be selfish for one time in my fucking life and ask you to give me a chance. I can guarantee that I’m going to piss you off and probably hurt your feelings again, but it will never be intentional. So, what do you say? You want to give us a shot?” He poured his heart out to her, leaning his forehead against hers as he waited for an answer.

“Dean, contrary to what you believe, you are a good man. You love with your whole being and fiercely protect those lucky enough to get that love. I know you don’t believe you deserve it, but you deserve the world, Dean Winchester, and I’d be honored to be the one to try and give it to you.”

“Really?” he asked with a million-watt smile, leaning back to look her in the eye.

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” she returned his smile, both sighing in relief.

“Come here,” he growled, pulling her face to his and kissing her passionately.

The kiss was better than either had imagined, and they both poured the love they felt for the other into it. They stayed that way until the need to breathe became too much, pulling away with smiles. He pulled her into a hug, laying his head on top of hers. They stayed silent for a few minutes before Dean broke the silence.

“So, you want to move your stuff into my room when we get back?

“I don’t know, Dean,” she pulled back, chewing on her bottom lip, “I really think we need to take this as slowly as possible. Make sure that we’re going to last.”

“Oh, yeah, okay,” he agreed, his heart clenching at the hurt he felt.

“I’m just joking,” she laughed, poking him in the ribs, “You’re not going to get rid of me now!”

“Damn it, Y/N! That wasn’t funny! You almost gave me a heart attack,” he grumbled, not finding her joke all that funny.

“I think I’m hilarious,” she smirked up at him.

“You’re something, alright. Now, how about we both try to get some rest? We have a lot of packing to do when we get home,” he suggested, leading her toward the bedroom, “You have a lot of shit. I don’t know where we’re going to put it all.”

“Ha ha,” she deadpanned, “Well, we could always get rid of your vinyl collection to make room.”

“Hey! Those are fighting words,” he growled playfully, leaning down to nip at her bottom lip.

“Bring it on, old man,” she cackled as his eyes shot up his forehead in shock.

“I’ll show you an old man!” he said in faux anger, chasing her into the bedroom.

All that could be heard as the bedroom door shut was the laughter and playful banter between the new couple, and that’s how it stayed for the years to come.

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lipringlrh · 1 year ago

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race for your heart | mv1

summary: you’re not meant to be there, but you can’t stay away, especially not from the racer who can’t stop winning.

pairing: illegal street racer!max x fem!reader

an: might be my fave thing i’ve ever written. thinking of making this a mini series, thoughts? i’m also not an illegal street racer and have never seen one so might not be accurate x

word count: 3.7k

warnings: illegal, police chase, speeding, mentions of drugs and dodgy men

feedback appreciated and requests open!!

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You'd been here a few times before, not regularly, never more than twice a month, but enough times to know how everything goes. You weren't meant to be here the first time, you found it by a complete accident but you were grateful now. It filled you with both excitement and dread to be here. It was illegal and wrong, nevermind the fact someone could die.

The place was crawling with creeps and criminals everywhere, one wrong move or one wrong sentence could get you on the wrong side of some dangerous people, but you lived for the thrill. The danger of the drive, and watching the drivers do it. In brand new sports cars you could only dream of affording. You didn't really know much about the drivers, except one.

Max.

He caught your eye instantly when you'd first shown. He was stood there, head to toe in black, his arm placed carefully on his car, showing off all the right bits. He was the reason you kept coming back. He was fast, quicker than all the other drivers, and everyone knew it. He was the one people wanted to challenge, to beat, but they never seemed to.

You'd seen the bets. The money people were giving to the winner after every race. More money than you knew what to do with. You craved it, the luxury and the lifestyle, but it seemed impossible. You weren't a fast driver, and you weren't a criminal by any means yet you still found yourself drawn here every time. And drawn to the driver everyone deemed untouchable.

He was the same today: a winner. You never expected any different, no one did. All the prizes were handed to him on a gold platter. Crowds cheered for him, men patting him on the back as he got out of his car to grab a beer. He met your eye again as he sat at the bar. He was left alone now, the crowds already moving on to the next big thing to talk about. He didn't look away, and for the second time, he found himself walking over to you.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone, again?" He grumbled, taking a sip of his beer. He changed his clothes after the race, now dressed in a white button-down and jeans.

He was weary of you the first time you met. You looked lost, you were, and you were not the kind of person to be here. You looked too pure and good to be surrounded by lousy criminals with more money than they knew what to do with. He wondered if you were with the police, trying to scope out the area and shut it down, but he learned quickly he was wrong.

You explained you were lost and he blindly believed you. He was worried once you figured out what you were doing that you would go to the police but he made you promise you wouldn't, and after he watched how your knees went weak after he called you a "good girl," he knew you wouldn't.

He saw you the next few times you went, looking less and less lost every time, but he never caught your eye long enough to feel confident in walking over. "Can you imagine that?" He thought to himself, "I'm treated as though I'm a fucking god around here and I still can't talk to a girl." He beat himself down over it, watching you interact with people he never wanted you to talk to, in fear they'd ruin the pure image he'd created of you in his head. So he watched from afar, giving creeps the eye long enough to scare them off. Of course, you didn't know it was him sending these men away, but sometimes you were grateful and other times you weren't. He felt bad for a moment before not caring again. "It's to keep her safe," he promised to himself every time.

You didn't reply to him immediately, instead drinking in his appearance: the way his face looked under the moonlight, the way his jaw locked when you didn't reply, and the way his shirt stretched over his muscles perfectly, letting you see everything.

"So?" he replied, smirking, watching you look him up and down more times than he could count, "are you going to answer me?"

You're eyes flew to his face again, watching as he became more confident the longer he saw you looking.

"What did you ask?" you mumbled, holding eye contact.

"I said: "What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone, again?" Think you can answer that?" he challenged, taking a step closer. He saw what he did to other girls, how he made them crumble, but nothing compared to you, and how he loved watching his effect on you.

"I- well, I just came for a beer?" you answered, sounding more unconfident the more you went on. You knew why you were here: because you liked it, but you didn't want to. It was criminal yet here you were, enjoying the thrill and the danger. And watching Max, racing or not.

"And the last time? And the time before that? You don't seem like the type of girl to go out drinking alone, especially to the type of place so dirty and illegal." He asked, teasing, stepping closer once again. His voice was growing louder even as he got closer until he was touching you and leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you like it, don't you?"

Your body shuddered at the closeness, your hand flying straight to his arm to keep balance. Instead, you made it worse for yourself, grabbing straight onto his muscles, and turning your face the slightest shade of red. You hoped Max wouldn't be able to see - you were too close and there wasn't much light, but you were very wrong. Crowds moved everywhere around you, but all of Max's focus was on you. It was impossible for him not to notice, he was trying to pick up on every detail that he could about you.

His head lifted back up so you could see him fully like he could see you. Your faces were barely apart, a few centimetres at best, but it still messed with your head, a million thoughts flying everywhere at once until there were none. None other than Max and what his lips would feel like pressed against yours.

You let out the slightest nod as a response to his question. You didn't want to admit you liked it but with Max so close to you it was the only reaction you could even fathom of giving. He was messing with your head and he hasn't even done anything yet.

"Are you going to answer me like a good girl or just stand there?" he says, with the cockiest attitude you'd ever seen. He knew what he did to you, and what else those two little words would do, and he loved it.

Before you got the chance to reply, you felt pressure on your back and you were pushed into Max. He grabbed you and kept you upright, but he couldn't miss the sudden uproar of the crowd and the fact they were all running in the same direction.

He gave you a once over to make sure you were alright before looking forward to try to see what was happening. People were screaming and running and he couldn't tell why. His arms wrapped around you in a protective manner, pulling you closer in an attempt to keep you safe.

So many people were shouting at him and he couldn't make out what anyone was saying. He was trying to figure it out but it seemed impossible. You were almost pushed again but the person managed to stop themselves. Max didn't care, he was almost starting to shout at them for their recklessness until he finally found out what was happening.

"Police! Run!" the man screamed at him before carrying on running himself. It was like his fight or flight mode kicked in and he wasn't going to get caught.

"My car," he said as he realised an escape plane, telling you at the same time. He found your hand and took off running, dragging you with him. He led you both to the side of the crowd so that you wouldn't get lost and led you quickly to his car.

Police were everywhere, especially near the cars. They were parked on the road but out of the way of the runners. Many of them were unregistered or stolen, and others held bags upon bags of drugs. Police were stood by his car, trying to look inside the windows for anything immediately suspicious. They were covering the drivers side and he knew he would have to be fast.

"When I jump across to the drivers side, get into the passenger seat and shut the door," he called back to you. You processed the information, barely, and nodded, but Max was already focused on using his free hand to find his keys.

He got them, twisting them around, and unlocking the car just as he was about to reach it. The police were looking in the backseat, but were too slow to process the flashing orange lights and the doors at the opposite side opening.

Max leaped in and switched sides like a machine, doing it with so much ease it seemed impossible. He grabbed the driver's side door, holding it close as officers tried to open it.

"Get in," he screamed, watching as you paused for a moment. You made eye contact with an officer whilst quickly overthinking your whole life up until this moment. How did this happen?

You couldn't think much longer and you got inside, shutting the door shut with a slam. You let out a sigh of relief much too quickly as your breath hitched with the speed the car had just started.

Max locked the doors and took off in a flash. The car sped up in an instant, going to speeds you never dreamed of. Max was absorbed into the roads, dodging people and officers as he tried to escape.

Your hand gripped the seats until your knuckles were white; this was not a situation you ever wanted to be in. Max noticed, taking his eyes off of the road every few seconds to double-check you were okay.

"I do this every day and I've never got hurt," his eyes flicked back to your face after trying to reassure you, which was obviously failing.

"You won't get into trouble with the police either." he tried again. After looking at you again, he realised how badly he was failing. He didn't know what to do. He was fine in situations like these and had never had to comfort anyone. Every solution was running through his mind, not only to get out of here safe and alive but to make sure you knew that.

"Hold my hand," he ordered softly, holding out his hand for you to grab.

"Don't you need to focus on driving?" you questioned, worried. He laughed and lifted his other hand off of the wheel too. When he saw your face he immediately put it back on but kept the other outstretched for you to grab.

You looked at it for a second before grabbing it, interlacing your fingers together, and bringing your hands to rest on top of your thighs. His thumb immediately started traveling back and forth along the back of your hand as you decided to focus on that rather than the road in front of you.

"I promise you I will keep you safe. Nothing bad will happen," he spoke gently. He smiled at you, not that you were looking, but he thought that it might lift the mood anyway. "Trust me," he added, in the softest tone he thought he'd ever spoken with. He shook his head - he was going soft for a girl he's only ever spoken to twice.

You nodded gently, genuinely trusting him for a moment. That all faded when you started hearing sirens in the distance, getting closer and closer.

Max looked through the wing mirrors before speeding up the car even more. You subconsciously squeezed his hand more, gripping it like a vice.

"Okay, pretty girl, I'm going to need my hand back but it's only to keep you safe. I promise I'm going to keep you safe." You didn't believe him but you tried anyway.

You let go of his hand reluctantly, going back to squeezing the seats. You let out a shaky breath and tried to see what was going on behind you. You were on a motorway, going much higher than the speed limit. You could see three police cars in your view, all trying to catch you up.

Max hit the pedal again, speeding up impossibly faster. His eyes were on the road, occasionally on the police behind him and occasionally on you. If he had it his way, they'd be always on you, but he promised to keep you safe and was doing his damn best to keep it.

"We're going faster than their cars can physically go. We'll lose them in no time." He did another once over of you, taking in how petrified you looked once again. "Sitting so tense is going to make you more tense. I don't want you to worry yourself sick."

"Sorry," you mumbled, taking a quick look in the mirrors to see the police much further in the distance than you thought they would be.

"Don't apologise, pretty girl." he spoke, moving the car to the first lane.

He went round a sharp turn, almost heading onto a junction exit but only just missing it. He sped up again, heading around the next corner with flying speed.

"The police will think we just turned off, we'll turn off at the next one." You just nodded, going along with everything. You barely knew the man yet you were on a literal police chase with him.

He slowed the car down to a normal speed, placing his hand back into yours, "see, we're okay."

"We're okay," you repeated, trying to reassure yourself. His thumb was back to tracing lines on the back of your hand and it was helping you more than you'd like to admit.

It wasn't long until you turned off, traveling at a normal speed down some city suburb roads. You headed into an area you'd never seen, full of some of the biggest houses you imagined the city had to offer. You didn't even know where you were going yet you trusted Max blindly.

He parked in front of a huge residence, with all sorts of fancy cars parked in front. You imagined multiple massive families could live there with tonnes of spare space due to the sheer size of the front alone. It was truly extraordinanry.

"Where are we?" You questioned. Max had turned off the car and leaned back in his seat. His hand never left yours, and his thumb never stopped brushing back and forth.

"My home," he spoke, watching your face convey more emotions than he thought was possible. Your mind was racing a mile a minute: what did he want from you? was he kidnapping you? did he want something in return for saving you? You didn't like the thought of what was happening at all but Max read you easily.

"I can drive you back home if you'd prefer. Or take you somewhere, get you a hotel, anything," he spoke sincerely. He fully believed anything you'd want him to do, he would do for you, and he would go to the ends of the world to do it.

"I don't think I can be alone right now." You said, training your eyes onto yours and Max's hand.

"I can take you to a friend's? I can stay with you? I can take you somewhere crowded? Whatever you want me to do, I will do." He said, promising himself he would do whatever you wanted.

It was stupid - so stupid - the way Max had made you feel safe and the fact you wanted to stay by him. Not one thing led to the conclusion that he was a good man yet you still wanted to stay.

"My house is probably over an hour away." You knew Max could drive fast, you knew he could get you there much quicker but you didn't want to leave him. You looked out the window, at his house.

Max saw the way you looked at it, longingly yet worriedly. He didn't want to push you to make a decision, he wanted you to say it himself. He gave you hand a few reassuring squeezes, urging you to say what you felt.

"I want to stay with you," you whispered. You still stared at his house in horror and amusement. Max could see you in the reflection and could feel the worry radiating off you - he wanted nothing more than to make you feel safe.

"Let's go to a hotel." he said, your head immediately flicking back to look at his, "We can get different rooms if you'd like, but if you'd feel more comfortable there, we can go. It's no problem at all."

"Yes please," you nodded, grateful for Max's thinking. The more he was talking, the more comfortable and safe you felt around him. Past you would probably be calling yourself stupid in every way you knew how, but you felt like it'd be okay this time.

He drove off carefully, sticking to all the speed limits, something he rarely did when he was alone. He took you to a nearby hotel, only a ten-minute drive away. It was a lovely-looking hotel, something you'd never check yourself into though when you could just get the classic cheap ones that always worked fine.

"You okay?" Max asked carefully as you peered outside.

"This looks expensive, Max."

God, he loved when you said his name. You hadn't said it a lot but he felt like he could get addicted every time.

He chuckled in amusement, "I've got more money than I could use if I tried, it's on me."

You nodded and opened the car door, unfortunately dropping Max's hand in the process. Not for long though, as Max whipped around the side of the car to grab it again after muttering a small, "let me open it for you next time," to you.

He ordered two separate rooms but made sure they were next to each other and handed you both keys to your room and the spare keys to his, making you promise to let yourself in of you needed anything.

You felt yourself drawn to him, becoming disappointed as he left you to your own room, longing for more. You led in bed, in the same clothes you'd been wearing all day, wanting nothing more than to just be with him again.

You also couldn't stop thinking about the night that passed and how it could've ended much differently. You were reckless and a complete disaster of a person but you didn't think you would change it if you could.

So you left. You got all your belongings and you knocked on Max's room. He opened the door rather quickly, with a sudden look of confusion on his face when he realised it was you.

His hair was messy and stuck up in every direction but he still looked flawless. He had no shirt or pants on, just boxers, and you couldn't help but admire his whole body.

"Are you okay? Just let yourself in next time. What happened?" he asked frantically, worry laced all over his voice.

"Can I stay with you?" You asked nervously, refusing to look at his face.

"Of course, pretty girl," he replied with no hesitation, he would do anything to have you nearby. He stepped aside and welcomed you in, taking everything out of your hands and placing it on a table.

"You take the bed. I can either join you, take the sofa out here or take the chair in the bed room. And here," he said, picking up the shirt he'd changed into after racing, "take this, you can't be comfortable sleeping in that."

You took the shirt with a "thank you," and got changed in the bedroom. The shirt was long enough that you couldn't see anything if you tried, and it was incredibly comfy.

You poked your head out of the bedroom to see Max half asleep with his head in his hands. You gently called his name, his head jolting suddenly towards you.

"Will you stay with me?" you asked, a lot more confidently than before, but still a little shaky.

Max got up with a nod and headed inside the bedroom. He watched you get comfortable in bed and snuggled into the side you hadn't chosen.

You immediately moved towards him, throwing a leg over his, and your head on top of his chest. His arms moved instinctively around you, pulling you impossibly closer. He was so tired but wasn't going to waste an opportunity of staring at you a little longer.

"Sorry the night didn't turn out how you planned," he mumbled, wanting so badly to kiss your forehead but didn't want to overstep boundaries, "and sorry for scaring you."

"It's okay Max," you whispered, turning your head to kiss his chest ever so delicately. He decided to kiss your head in retaliation, smiling all the way through it.

"Tell me if you want to go again and I'll be there," he chuckled against your head, "goodnight, pretty girl."

"Goodnight, Max."

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this might be my favourite thing i’ve ever written so reblogs and feedback would be really appreciated !! :) also thinking of making this a mini series, thoughts?

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beomcharms · 3 months ago

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way home ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

pairings : thief!beomgyu x clueless!reader

genre: criminal au, e2l, slowburn, this universe is built a little around six of crows

warnings: 18+ (mdni), morally questionable acts, beomgyu’s a little mean sometimes, reader is a little ditzy

wc: 10k

a/n: this is my favourite fic that i’ve ever written, i hope you enjoy 💌

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Beomgyu waited by the harbour watching the new comers make their way into the new city. It was always the same. They came here hoping to make a name for themselves or atleast to earn something more than what their villages would offer and most of them didn’t ever return back home. Atleast not alive.

It’s an important day for him and if things worked out he would really be able to go back home. To his precious little town. Back with his family and his friends. He wonders if they’d remember him. Beomgyu had left home so many years ago and the city had hardened him into something he is sure even his mother wouldn’t be able to look past.

The weight of the chain rests in his pockets and he just has to get his stake in this and he’d walk away. A free man. Well, atleast as free as a criminal could be. Taehyun would be waiting for him, back at the slats and he wonders what the kid would say if he showed up late. But, Beomgyu needed this. A small moment of peace. The harbour and its bustle made the frenetic energy buzzing through him ease down.

Beomgyu surveys the crowd one more time and he notices the girl. She looks a little out of place with her overalls and her little bag. The way she is clutching it makes it obvious that it’s something precious to her. Beomgyu’s curiosity rises when he notices her checking the paper in her hands and looking around like a lost puppy. Well if that’s how she is going to be, she won’t survive in the city for too long, he thinks to himself.

-.-

You look at the rough directions given to you. The Opal shouldn’t be too far away from the harbour. Atleast that’s what Yesseo had told you. you couldn’t figure out how to get to there though, clutching the paper and your bag tightly. Yesseo had warned you about the thieves and you were terrified of someone stealing your stuff. All your possessions where in your little bag and so you held tighter to it, hoping to ask someone for directions.

You walk up to a guy with close cropped hair and give his shoulder a tap. He turns around and you give him small smile.

“Hi… um I was wondering where The Opal hotel was?” You ask him gingerly.

The guy gives you a once over and you feel nervous wondering if this was the right thing to do, he does look a bit intimidating now.

“Hi, are you new in town?” he asks you giving you a wide grin, his eyes look a little crazed and you slowly start backing away from him.

“I asked you a question girl” he tells you, advancing towards you and you stumble a little, when another boy suddenly appears in front of you.

“Lay off her Mingyu” the boy tells the other one in a warning tone and ‘Mingyu’ steps away a little. He is twice the size of the boy but seems to be terrified of him. “I was just asking” Mingyu mutters before walking away, while the boy turns towards you with an irritated expression.

You are taken aback by how handsome he is. Long dark hair that almost reaches his shoulders with full lips and he is almost twice your height towering over you. He looks to be around your age. The word “pretty” forms in your head at his appearance.

“Thank you” you tell him gratefully and the boy knits his eyebrows together.

“Don’t announce to everyone in town that you are new here” he scoffs, “It’s not the best of places for a girl to be hanging out alone, especially one who looks as clueless as you are”

What the hell ? “I was just asking for directions and I didn’t need your help anyway” you tell him angry at his attitude towards you. Sure he helped you out of a tough spot, but that’s no way to talk to someone you meet for the first time.

“Oh really, guess I better go then” he tells you beginning to walk away from you.

“The Opal is left from the end of this street, try not to get killed” He yells out and you can make out the back of his head before he completely blends in with the crowd.

-.-

Beomgyu sighs as Taehyun questions him.

“So you are telling me that you left the chain with a random girl at the harbour because the stadwatch had their eyes on you ?” Taehyun asks again incredulously.

“Yesss… listen it’s not a big deal, she is at The Opal and she looks new here we can just take it back from her” Beomgyu tells him, trying to convince his friend.

“Freddy is going to kill you” Taehyun warns him.

“Not if he doesn’t know about this” Beomgyu tells him, “We can rearrange the meeting to next week or something”

“But by then, Jeonghan is going to notice that his beloved heirloom is missing” Taehyun tells him.

“The duplicate will fool him for atleast a little while” Beomgyu shrugs his shoulders. “Where is Kai ?”

“You are playing with the devil” Taehyun warns him again, “With Yuma, where else”

“Fuck, if her father finds out, he wouldn’t have to wait for Jeonghans punishment” Beomgyu mutters and Taehyun cracks a smile.

-.-

You found The Opal alright. You were waiting in the parlour for the reception to come back with their answer.

The place looked very expensive, but it was so bright and gaudy that it hurt to look around too much. Sleazy. You wondered what you’d do when you finally saw him. What would you say ? Would he be looking different now than how he was as a child?

There is excitement, but also you can’t help the fear from creeping in. After all it’s been three years since you last saw him and almost a month since he stopped writing to you. But you needed answers. Yeeseo convinced you.

“Ma’am I’m sorry” the man stands there behind the desk and you look at him in confusion.

“Sorry for what ?” You ask.

“It seems like Mr. Felix has vacated his room yesterday night” he tells you.

“What ?” You ask him not able to believe your ears. Felix is gone?

“I’m sorry Ma’am” the man tells you.

“Could you atleast tell me where he went to?” you ask him willing yourself to not cry.

“Uh…” the man is old enough to be your father and he seems to be struggling about whether or not to share that information with you.

“Please” you beg him quietly.

He seems to make up his mind. “Mr. Felix might have headed off to Havenshade you know… where they are holding the wedding” he adds.

Wedding ? Your head spins and you hold onto the counter trying to steady yourself.

So the rumours were true, it seems like your world is collapsing.

“Are you alright ?” are the last words you hear before everything turns black.

-.-

Beomgyu patiently waits outside for you. He considers going in, but being in Lee Jihoon’s den doesn’t seem like the best idea. Also if he asked around for you people would know that there is something in you that he wants. Beomgyu can’t risk it.

What if you had decided to stay here? He wonders. No, that couldn’t be. They would normally transport their average customers to Ripple’s. The Opal was for VIP’s and you definitely didn’t look like one.

Beomgyu fidgets around, his patience thinning, he has been here since the afternoon and the sun is almost ready to set. Fuck it, he thinks before walking into the hotel.

Everyone’s eyes fall on him and they watch him as he approaches the front desk. Of course seeing Choi Beomgyu here was not always the best thing. Beomgyu notices Alfreds discomfort and almost smiles before thinking about what he was here for.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here Choi” Alfred tells him in a grave voice.

“Not planning on sticking around” Beomgyu replies curtly. “Didn’t a girl walk in here today morning?” He asks quickly getting to the point.

Alfred looks at him curiously, “Why ? Do you know her ?”

“So, she was here. Where is she now ?” Beomgyu asks.

“Why do you want to know ?” Alfred asks him. Alfred doesn’t know much about Beomgyu, just enough to make him wary of the boy, but he did know Beomgyu’s gang and you definitely didn’t look like someone who was a part of that.

“Just tell me where she is, unless you want me to stick around and help you with your business” Beomgyu tells him. He was tired.

“Alright, alright” Alfred tells him, putting up his hands in surrender, “You are right a girl did came in here, but she left a little while ago”

“What? Where?” Beomgyu begins to panic inside. He was waiting outside and didn’t see anyone leave or was he late to get to here?

“Caused a big scene and everything” Alfred mutters.

“What happened?” Beomgyu asks.

“Well she fainted and then we had to revive her and then she started crying … I kind of felt sorry for her” Alfred tells him and he looks genuinely concerned.

“Well, where is she now then?” Beomgyu asks impatiently. He just wanted to know your location to get back his chain.

“She is probably on the train to Havenshade” Alfred tells him.

“Fuck” Beomgyu mutters before rushing outside the hotel.

The train left in fifteen minutes and he had no idea why you were leaving to Havenshade already, but you were leaving with his most prized possession. More than that. His chance at freedom.

-.-

There was a chill in the air tonight as you waited in your coach. Only one other man sat with you and you were grateful that he didn’t seem the least bit interested in you. He even left the seat between you vacant. You leaned back in your seat, trying to calm your nerves and looked out through the window.

Havenshade wasn’t too far away from the city. But there were no ships sailing there tonight so you had to choose the train. You’d probably reach there by tomorrow evening.

Thoughts of Felix keep popping up in your head but you push them away. You didn’t wish to risk another blackout. It was too painful to think about what would be waiting for you there. Still you refused to let your heart drop.

There is a sound of bustle outside of your coach and you turn your head to see what it’s about. It’s the boy. The one from the harbour. He is pushing his way through the crowd and he seems to be searching for someone. You look at him curiously and his eyes land on you. Why does he look relieved ? He makes his way over to you.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t you again” the boy says sitting down on the seat next to you.

“What are you doing here ?” You ask him incredulously.

“Travelling” he deadpans and you roll your eyes.

“Can’t you sit somewhere else ?” You scoff.

“All the seats are filled genius” he tells you in a condescending tone and you look around. The coach has surely filled up.

“Whatever” you say looking outside of the window again ignoring his presence.

“I didn’t catch your name earlier” the boy says nudging your shoulder.

“I don’t remember giving it to you” you reply.

“What is your name?” He asks you.

“Just mind your business, alright ?” you tell him irritated with his questioning.

“Suit yourself” he shrugs and leans back on his seat, his shoulder pressed against yours and you lean a little away to avoid his touch. He scoffs and imitates you.

It was going to be a long journey.

-.-

It was nearing an hour since the train started. Beomgyu patiently waits for you to fall asleep, so that he can get the chain out of your bag. He tried initiating conversation a couple of times to get you to trust him a little but you seem irritated with it so he drops it.

Beomgyu looks over at your bag and at the officer at the end of the coach. He could grab it and get off at the next station if it weren’t for the officer. Beomgyu and you sigh in unison and you look over at him, before looking out again.

Why Havenshade of all places, he thinks to himself. It’d be crossing his hometown and he is not sure if he would be able to handle that. Beomgyu barely had time to let Taehyun know that he’d be going with you. His plan was to get down by the next station with the chain but you didn’t even seem close to sleeping.

Beomgyu looks at you through the corner of his eyes. Your brows were knit in thought and a pout played at your lips. Pretty, he thinks to himself before pushing that thought away and closing his eyes.

“Uh…” Beomgyu hears your voice and cracks open an eye to look at you. “Do you, you know maybe have some water ?” You ask him nervously. You felt parched and hungry. It had been a long journey today.

“Yes let me just grab it from my carrier… oh wait I don’t have one” Beomgyu replies sarcastically.

You look at him with a neutral expression, “you could’ve just said no” you say ignoring the arguments forming on his lips.

“Sir, do you have some water ?” You ask the man sitting next to the boy.

The man hadn’t even spared you a glance this whole while, only looking up now. He takes in your appearance and you do the same to him. He looks refined, almost like a scholar.

“Yes” he tells you, giving you his water bottle and you accept it gratefully.

You unscrew the water bottle and are about to take a sip, when the boy snatches it out of your hands. You turn to him angrily, when you see him sniffing the water. He gives it a shake and then hands it over to you.

“Gotta be careful genius” he tells you and you look at him before looking over at the man, who you are sure would be offended by this.

The man just shrugs his shoulders, “I’m with him on this one” he tells you. You give him an awkward smile and grab the bottle back from the boy, chugging it down thankfully.

The boy also drinks from the bottle before handing it over to the man. You thank him for the both of you.

“Well, I get off here” the man tells to no one in particular and gets up from his seat, grabbing his bag and walking towards the door. You wave at him lamely and notices the boy smiling at you, so you sit back to your seat.

“I’m Beomgyu” he tells you.

“Y/N” you tell him grudgingly. Well, he helped you from almost being poisoned and also at the harbour so might as well be nice to him, you think to yourself.

“I know” Beomgyu tells you, a grin playing on his lips and you look at him with wide eyes.

“But-“

“Your bag has your name on it” he tells you and you look down on it. You blush with embarrassment and choose to look out of the window.

Without looking you can tell ‘Beomgyu’ is smiling at you.

-.-

The sun rays play their little game over his eyes and Beomgyu groans a bit before waking up. It takes him a while to place his surroundings but he immediately jumps up seeing that the seat next to him is empty.

The train has stopped at some station and Beomgyu is frantically searching for you. He can’t find you anywhere in the coach and he runs to the door when he feels the train beginning to move.

Beomgyu’s heart is in his throat when he realises where he is as he looks down at the station as the train picks up speed.

“Wait” he hears you scream and Beomgyu turns around to see you running towards the train carrying a bottle of water with you and your bag around your shoulders.

“Run faster you idiot” Beomgyu screams back holding out his hand, willing your legs to pick up their speed. “Don’t lose your bag” he calls out holding his arm outstretched, it didn’t seem like you were going to make it.

“Ahhh” you scream in frustration as you watch the train get further away from you.

-.-

Fuck it, Beomgyu thinks before leaping out of the train onto the station. He tries to steady himself but loses balance, so he tucks himself into a roll to minimise the fall.

The train whizzes past and he slowly get up, dusting himself. His arms have a few cuts but other than that he is fine. You finally reach him, gasping and clutching your side in pain, bend over.

“The train left” you gasp out.

“Really?” Beomgyu huffs, “Why the fuck did you get off ?”

“To get water” you mumble.

“Fucking hell” he says pacing around.

“Hey! I didn’t ask you to get down with me” you tell him angrily. You feel quite delirious with hunger and you can’t take anymore of Beomgyu’s attitude.

“Be thankful you brat!” He tells you angrily, “How could I just leave you alone here?”

That makes you pause. It was true. You had no idea where you were. An Officer stood by the end of the station watching you both.

“Thank you” you tell Beomgyu softly, looking at him. He is covered in cuts and you feel bad.

Beomgyu doesn’t reply, clutching the bridge of his nose and looking away annoyed.

“Listen, let’s clean you up and then we can figure it out” you tell him, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Beomgyu’s heart softens just a little bit at that. You didn’t know about his motives and he felt bad for taking out his anger on you. He turns to you and takes in your appearance. Beomgyu can’t tell when he fell asleep last night, he had waited for so long for you to nod off, he must’ve dozed off too. You look beyond exhausted to him.

“Yeah” he tells you sitting down on the nearby bench.

-.-

Your brows knit themselves in concentration, cleaning out Beomgyu’s cuts. None of them seem too deep making you worry less. You wash them and tie the big one up with your towel. Looking up you notice Beomgyu’s eyes on you and you look away.

“Done” you tell him.

Beomgyu checks your work, “Not bad” he tells you and you roll your eyes. Getting up you make your way over to the Officer. Beomgyu follows behind you.

“Sir, hi -um when will the next train to Havenshade be ?” You ask him.

“Havenshade? Ma’am there is no train to Havenshade for the next four days” he tells you checking the schedule and your heart drops. You hear Beomgyu sigh behind you.

“Thank you” you tell him before plopping down on the seat holding your head in your hands. What were you going to do? You were running a little tight on money. You watch as Beomgyu makes conversation to the Officer.

Beomgyu makes his way over to you. He had no intention of staying here for more than a day. If anybody notices him, his mom would know and that’d be the end.

“There is a train in an hour, back to the city” he tells you, sitting down next to you.

“Good for you” you tell him.

“Good for us” he corrects you.

“I can’t go back, I need to get to Havenshade” you tell him, still holding your head in your hands.

“Well, unless you plan on sprouting wings, how do you expect to get there?” Beomgyu asks you. This was not supposed to happen.

“I don’t know, I’ll wait for the next train I guess” you tell him, fighting back tears. You had no idea either how you’d stay here for four days.

“What’s waiting for you at Havenshade ?” Beomgyu asks you, a little out of curiosity.

“A wedding” you tell him.

“Whose?” He presses.

“Someone important to me” you say.

“Your Dad’s ?” Beomgyu asks you and you resist the urge to punch him, knowing he will be able to knock the air out of you.

“My…” you start and you feel tears swelling up, “My lover’s” you say before you break down in tears. Fine, it’s not like you had any more pride left in you.

“Are you kidding me?” Beomgyu asks as you wipe away your tears furiously and you finally look at him.

“I wish I were” you sniffle a little, “I heard he is getting married, I’m going to see if it’s true… I haven’t seen him in a while” you trail off as new tears flow down your cheeks and you cover your face.

“Hey” Beomgyu calls out softly, patting your back, “It’s alright”

“It’s not” you wail. “I don’t have a place to stay and I- Idontknowwhattodoo” you cry harder

Beomgyu sighs. How he ends up in these kinds of situations is beyond him. He takes note of your bag - couldn’t you have left it on the train before getting off to get water, he thinks to himself annoyed. You are now clutching onto it, crying freely and wiping your nose and tears on it.

“I might know a place” Beomgyu finally tells you and you look at him, eyes puffy and red.

“Really ?” you ask him, lips wobbling.

“Get up” he tells you wiping away your tears and giving your head a pat.

“I’m hungry” you mumble and your stomach rumbles

“Of course you are” Beomgyu sighs walking out

You follow him out of the station clutching your bag not knowing it’s your saviour.

-.-

The house still looks the same after all these years, except for a couple more chairs on the porch, there is nothing new. Beomgyu waits at the gate, waiting for… something-anything. He can feel you behind him.

“Is this your house?” You ask him timidly.

“Used to be” he tells you. Beomgyu could’ve grabbed your bag and made a run for it hours ago, but something in him hasn’t hardened over enough to make him that cruel. He doesn’t know what exactly he is waiting for.

“Um… aren’t we going in ?” You ask him. Beomgyu had paid for your meals albeit complaining about how much of a pain in the ass you were, but you were extremely thankful to him. You wondered why he got on the train with you in the first place. Why is he helping you?

“Yeah” Beomgyu clears his voice and opens the gate, walking towards the house and you follow him meekly.

Beomgyu rings the doorbell and he notices lights turning on in the hall. He feels the anxiety rise in him, threatening to choke him, he almost feels lightheaded and is about to turn off and run away when you gently take hold of his hand. Beomgyu looks at you in confusion and you squeeze his hand as though you can read his thoughts.

The door opens and it takes him a while for the features in front of him to form a familiar face. His mother stands there and stares at him for a couple of minutes before she launches herself onto him. You quickly step back as you watch the lady simultaneously hit and hug Beomgyu.

“You… where the hell… oh lord….” She asks before she finally breaks down and Beomgyu hugs her close. You notice his shaking form and you look away, not knowing what to do.

“Mum…” he calls her gently in a broken voice and you realise who she is.

“Don’t you dare” Beomgyu’s mom tells him before hitting his chest again. “How could you? Where have you been all this time? Couldn’t you atleast let me know if you were alive or dead ?”

“Mum” he repeats and she stands back looking at him.

“Why did you come back?” She asks him.

“I- I wasn’t planning on it… I just a lot of things happened and somehow I ended up back here, I wouldn’t be back here in this- in this hell, by my own choice” he mutters and you wonder if this was a good strategy.

His mother looks at him with a heartbroken expression and you feel bad for her. You also feel like giving Beomgyu a smack to bring him back to his senses.

“When did this place become hell to you? Were we the ones who turned it that way ?” she asks him quietly and Beomgyu quickly looks down at his feet in shame.

“I’m sorry” he tells her softly and you notice how small his voice has become. “I’ll leave” he says and your fear rises. Where will you stay ?

“If you plan on leaving after not coming home and not even letting us know if you were even alive, then you are dead to me Choi Beomgyu” she tells him rougly and he looks at her nervously.

“No, it’s not like that” he tells her. “I- I just didn’t plan on returning like this after everything that I caused”

Beomgyu’s mom watches him for a moment before her eyes fall on you. You fidget around nervously before giving her a small smile while she frowns at you and you too look down at your feet like Beomgyu.

“Who is this?” His mom asks him and Beomgyu looks at you like he is just noticing your presence now, “I don’t know” he mutters and you look at him in shock, “Someone I found along the way” he adds when he notices his mom and you staring at him.

“Hi, um I’m Y/N” you say giving Beomgyu’s mom a slight bow of your head, she looks at you once more before grabbing hold of your bag and taking it from you.

“Well don’t just stand there, come inside” she says and walks back inside while you look at Beomgyu. He gives you a shrug of his shoulders before walking in and you tag along.

-.-

“This is his old room, you can stay here” Beomgyu’s mom tells you showing you a small room with one desk and a bed. You are ready to collapse by this point. Beomgyu was waiting downstairs, talking with his brother and explaining everything to him again while his mom had guided you to his room.

“I can sleep on the couch, I’m sorry for being such a bother” you mumble and her gaze softens a little.

“No sweetheart, if anybody is to sleep on that couch it should be that boy” she tells you and you notice the pain in her voice every time she refers to Beomgyu.

“Keep your belongings safe, there are a lot of thieves around this area” she warns you and you notice Beomgyu standing behind her.

“The only thing in her bag is poverty” he says and you scowl at him.

“You” his mother turns to him and Beomgyu’s entire demeanour changes, he goes back to his meek self. “I’m still not done talking to you” she warns him and he nods his head.

“Why don’t you wash up and get ready for dinner ?” His mother asks in a much more softer tone to you.

“Yes Ma’am” you tell her as she closes the door behind her and you sit down on his bed.

-.-

“It’s not nice to look through others things” Beomgyu tells you and you almost fall down from the fright he gave you.

“Stop sneaking upon me” you tell him, sitting down on your bed.

You were going through the colouring books sitting on the desk and maybe you took a peek inside his cupboard but only to keep your bag in there.

“It’s my house” he reminds you sitting down next to you and you roll your eyes, you hold back the urge to say something mean when you see how sad he looks.

“So, boyfriends cheated on you yeah?” Beomgyu asks. Asshole.

“No” you reply firmly. “He must’ve been trapped into it or something… Felix would never do something like that” you tell him, doubtfully.

“Sounds like you are trying to convince yourself” Beomgyu tells you without looking at you. His eyes scan the room and you wonder how he feels to return back home.

“You don’t know him” you tell Beomgyu to which he shrugs his shoulders. “Why did you leave here?” you ask him after a moment of silence.

“Getting straight to the point huh?” Beomgyu chuckles looking down at his lap. You give his shoulder a nudge and he looks into your eyes.

“I uh, I made a lot of bad choices” he tells you looking away from you, “Lost a lot of money”

“And?” You press.

“Well, I ran away” he says hanging his head low. “Mom… she had to sell off a lot of our property to pay off all the debt. Our farm and the motor shop that my dad owned, they are all pledged to the loan sharks…” Beomgyu trails off.

“Good job” you tell him and he looks at you in annoyance. “How do you plan on getting it all back ?”

“I see a light now, I just have to wait a little longer” he tells you a smile playing on his lips. “Sooner or later I’ll get it all back”

“Must be nice. Having that kind off surety about something” you tell him, your turn to look away.

“Have faith Genius, maybe your Felix might come running back to you, when he sees you” Beomgyu tells you and you can’t tell if he is joking or being serious.

“Sure he will” you say and Beomgyu gets up.

“Come on, let’s eat dinner, Mom has taken a liking to you which I don’t appreciate” he frowns at you before pulling you up.

-.-

The hens stood there waiting for you expectantly while you hovered behind Beomgyu. His mom had assigned you the task of cleaning out the coop and you had agreed as a form of thank you, but now you were regretting your decision.

“I have no prior experience in this field” you mutter pushing Beomgyu forward.

“Stop pushing me idiot it’ll anger them” Beomgyu huffs out equally terrified. He usually took care of the goats, his brother had chicken duties. Beomgyu guessed this was his mom’s way of punishing him.

“Just open the door” you tell him, holding onto his arm.

“Why don’t you do it ?”Beomgyu asks looking down at you. You were wearing his old shirt and pants. Beomgyu had burst out laughing when he first saw you, but now you looked a little cute. Just a little.

“I’m a guest here” you tell him.

“Make yourself at home, open the coop and we’ll figure it out” Beomgyu huffs out, trying to push you in front.

“Get a move on it already” you hear his mom shouting from the kitchen and terrified you slowly, step forward with your hand outstretched towards the door.

“Please please please” you chant while you gently open the door and slowly let it swing on its hinges when Beomgyu gives you a sudden push from behind. You scream out loud, startling the hens and the rooster who immediately started beating his wings at you.

You stumble backwards in a rush trying to get away from them and lose your footing falling onto Beomgyu. Beomgyu tries to manage your weight on him, but it being too sudden he loses his balance and the both of you fall onto the ground with you on top of him, while four to five hens and a fucking rooster all amble out of the coop.

“Ow geroff” Beomgyu tells your trying to push you off. You try getting up before stumbling back onto him and he catches hold off your waist, trying to steady you.

You notice how incredibly close your faces are, close enough to notice how long Beomgyu’s lashes are and it once again strikes you how beautiful he is.

“Stop gawking at me and get up Genius” he tells you flicking your forehead.

“Let go off me first” you mumble and Beomgyu removes his hands from your waist. You get up immediately, dusting yourself off. Beomgyu too gets up and you give him a shove watching him fall down again.

“What was that for?” He yells out.

“For pushing me earlier” you reply and he shows you a very rude gesture.

“Choi Beomgyu! If I ever see you do that again, you’ll be out from this house” his mother yells from the kitchen window and Beomgyu immediately hangs his head down.

“Apologise to her” she yells again and Beomgyu mumbles a soft ‘sorry’ to you, while you try to fight back laughter.

Beomgyu flicks your head again when his mother turns her back on you both.

-.-

Four days go by in a whizz. You followed Beomgyu around to wherever he went because his mother kept trying to get you to admit you were his girlfriend. You liked his mom but it made things a bit awkward every time you told her, you were in fact really just strangers. You didn’t see much of his brother and Beomgyu seemed to avoid him whenever he came home.

Today would be the last day at his home. You wondered where Beomgyu would go after here. You never talked about it. But you did talk about a lot of other things. Your usual banter still continued but it had a lot less bite to it.

Beomgyu usually took you with him for fishing and he’d show you tricks on how to catch them easier. You of course fumbled and stumbled and one time nearly drowned. Beomgyu was deft with his fingers, long and slender ones, he’d have been a good musician you think. You still didn’t know what he did for a job, but you were pretty sure it was not lawful.

“You told your mom you work as a broker?” You ask him incredulously. “And she bought it?”

You were currently sitting by the lake, while Beomgyu laid down next to you.

“I do work as a broker” he tells you “occasionally” he adds, disturbing the weeds by his feet while you look at him in disbelief.

“Whatever works for you I guess” you tell him leaning back on your hands and looking up at the sky. The sun was nearly setting.

“What about you?” He asks, it’s the first time he is shown some kind of curiosity about your life.

“I work on a ranch” you tell him.

“You?!” Beomgyu sits up surprised. “You can’t even face hens”

“I don’t work with the animals” you tell him. “I manage the money”

“Didn’t think you were that clever” he mutters and you push his shoulder before silence falls between you two again. The ease with which Beomgyu fit in with you terrified you.

Beomgyu hated to admit it, but he has never felt so comfortable around someone. Seeing you walking around his home in his old clothes, the way you naturally fit in with his family, made him feel things he was scared to acknowledge. Parting with you tomorrow would be difficult, but it’d be for the best. He had to do his thing tonight.

-.-

It’s almost two at night when Beomgyu sneaks up into your room. He slowly opens the door, willing it not to creak as he slides his way in. You are fast asleep on his bed and Beomgyu stops for a moment to look at you, to make sure you were asleep, he tells himself.

Your mouth was slightly open and you clutched your pillow. Beomgyu marvels at how peaceful you looked while you were asleep. He almost sweeps away the hair on your forehead but then thinks better off it and makes his way to the cupboard. Beomgyu had noticed you stuffing your bag in here on the first day. Since you’d be parting ways tomorrow he thinks this would be the perfect time to get back the chain.

The cupboard door opens easily enough and Beomgyu looks at you again. You are still asleep. He holds his breath and takes out your bag before sliding his way out of the room.

Once at the landing Beomgyu opens up your bag, looking through it for the chain. He puts his hands inside, rummaging through it but he can’t seem to find the chain. Beomgyu drops the contents of the bag onto the floor and checks them once again.

The chain is missing.

-.-

You wear your overalls again, Beomgyu’s mom had given you a couple of his old T-shirts and shirts and some pants which she altered for you. You didn’t think you’d feel so sad about leaving. His mom had hugged you tightly when you left this morning, making you promise that you’d visit again. Beomgyu’s brother gave you a small wave when you left.

Beomgyu accompanied you to the station and currently sat next to you waiting for the train. He had seemed distressed and uneasy since today morning. He barely carried anything of his own and you wondered if he didn’t plan on returning to the city. He had just given his mother a quick hug before getting out the house.

Beomgyu felt like the world had played a cruel joke on him. He had gone through your bag around five times before finally accepting that the chain was lost. He had no idea, where it had gone or what he would do from now on. Taehyun and Kai, they’d be waiting for him. Beomgyu felt a desperation he hadn’t encountered for a long time.

“Aren’t you returning back to the city?” Your voice breaks Beomgyu’s thoughts and he looks over at you. Right, he would be parting ways with you too. He wondered how that’d be.

“I don’t know. Remember the light before? Right now I can’t find it” he tells you leaning back in his seat. Beomgyu seemed close to tears and you felt sorry for him.

“Will we see each other again ?” You ask him quietly and a look passes over Beomgyu’s face which you can’t recognise.

“You promised my mom you’d visit again” he tells you in answer.

The train comes into your view and you get up, picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Beomgyu gets up and waits beside you with his hands in his pockets. As the train stops, you make your way to get into the coach but Beomgyu tugs at your arm and you look at him questioningly.

Beomgyu fidgets for a moment before pulling you into a hug. A moment passes before you hug him back. His head rests on top of yours and you had grown so familiar to his scent that tears prickle at your eyes.

“Bye, idiot” he murmurs and you let him go, getting onto the coach, waiting at the door. The train starts to move again slightly and Beomgyu is waving his bye at you when you fish out something from your pocket.

You swing the chain in your hands and Beomgyu’s eyes widen in shock, “This is your light right?” You call out and Beomgyu starts walking along the train.

“If you come with me and help me out I’ll give this back to you” the train picks up speed and Beomgyu begins running “As a gift” you shout out while Beomgyu leaps onto your coach. He grabs hold of the handles and you pull him in, grabbing the front of his shirt.

Beomgyu and you stumble into the coach his arms around you while you grip the front of his shirt. He pants a little leaning his forehead against yours and you fight back your smile.

“I could kill you right now” he whispers to you and you laugh a little.

“You wouldn’t dare” you tell him softly and he lets you go.

-.-

“When… how?” Beomgyu mutters next to you. You are bound to reach Havenshade by tomorrow morning. The sun had set and most of the other passengers had dozed off.

“Well, I wondered why you got on the train with me in the first place and you know, at the station, you shouted at me telling me to not lose my bag” you tell him, remembering your events, “You seemed so obsessed with it, I figured it meant something to you”

“Imagine my surprise when i saw the chain” you tell him nudging his shoulder and Beomgyu’s head hangs low. He lets out a chuckle before looking at you.

“Quite a smart cookie, huh?” He asks you flicking your forehead while you swat his hand away.

“Well, you are not that smart” you tell him shrugging your shoulders and Beomgyu’s eyes harden.

“You know i could just knock you out, take my chain and run away” he tells you.

You look into his eyes. Some part of you believes he might do it but another part, the one that had sat with him and fed chickens with him, tells you it won’t happen.

“I don’t think you’ll risk your mothers wrath like that again, besides you are not that cruel” you tell him, looking away outside.

“You never know sweetheart” he tells you in a sarcastic voice.

You lean to rest your head against Beomgyu’s shoulder, feeling Beomgyu stiffen besides you. “I’m not your head rest” he mutters but adjusts so that you could properly rest your head on his shoulder.

A couple of moments pass and you are sure Beomgyu had nodded off when he softly asks you what you were planning to do when you meet Felix again.

You’ve been asking that question to yourself all this time. “I- I don’t know. Felix and I, we’ve been together since childhood. I can’t really imagine him doing this” you tell Beomgyu. “I gave up everything for him you know” you add softly and Beomgyu looks up immediately.

“What do you mean?” He asks you.

“I mean I left everything behind for him. My family, my friends everything. Only my sister believes in me. They all told me it’s a dumb thing to do. I don’t know, maybe it is. But I can’t live without knowing what really happened” you lay it all down for Beomgyu.

Beomgyu looks at you softly. “I’ll help you” he tells you before pushing your head back onto his shoulder.

“What about you?” You ask him. “Don’t you have someone up in the city?”

Beomgyu laughs at that. “No one’s met my standards yet” he tells you.

“What are your standards ?” You ask out of curiosity.

“Someone like Park Bo-young” he tells you in a low voice.

“What- the actress ?” You laugh. “You are never going to find someone like her” you shake your head before looking outside not noticing Beomgyu’s eyes on you.

-.-

“They are heading to Havenshade” the man informs the Mercher sitting in his office.

“He has a girl with him and they seem to be heading off to Havenshade for the marriage” Wonwoo says in a calm manner.

“Hmm” Yoon Jeonghan replies, dusting off his coat.

“But how are you sure, he stole your chain ?” Wonwoo asks mostly out of curiosity. No one dared to cross Yoon Jeonghan and it’d have been an impossible feat to break his vault.

“You don’t know that boy. That lock, it can only be opened by the maker or by the person having the right key” Jeonghan mutters.

“Then how did he ?” Wonwoo asks in wonder.

“I wish I knew. My son, the boy once saved my son who accidentally crawled into the vault. He would’ve have died in there without air and I had been out of town on that god awful day. Beomgyu knows the mechanism of the vault better than even the maker” Jeonghan huffs out.

“That’s a blood debt on your part” Wonwoo tells him quietly.

“Yes. But he should’ve known better than to cross me” are the last words Jeonghan says before storming out.

-.-

This was your last hope. Nearly all the hotels and inns have been booked out. Dragging your feet behind you, you follow Beomgyu to the last inn left at Havenshade.

“Seriously, who is he marrying ?” Beomgyu asks you irritated. “The whole town seems to be celebrating”

You hang down your head in defeat and Beomgyu pulls on your hair to make your head jerk up.

“We will kidnap him if we have to” he tells you and you smile a little.

The inn was more of a cottage than anything else. Beomgyu makes his way over to the reception while you hang back. You could see the sea from the windows at the hall. On your way, you had seen the church and it had wedding preparations all around it. Felix would be around here somewhere.

“There is a room alright” Beomgyu tells you standing next to you.

“Oh thank god” you say ready to collapse.

“Not so quick sweetheart. There is only one room” he tells you gravely.

“So ?” You ask him. Beomgyu groans in frustration, “So we will have to share a bed Genius” he tells you.

You look at him curiously. “You are supposed to be a hardened criminal or something, and yet sleeping on the same bed with me terrifies you ?”

A look passes over Beomgyu’s face before he walks over to the reception again and you watch him. You have been through so much together in the last few days, how could sharing a bed be any difficult ?

-.-

“So here is the plan” Beomgyu tells you sitting down on the bed, while you lean against the windowsill. Beomgyu had gone out to gather as much information as he could while you settled into the room.

“You really do sound like you’re planning on kidnapping him” you say.

“Do you want the plan or not?” Beomgyu asks you irritated and you hold your hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, I tend to joke when I’m nervous” you tell him.

“You are not very funny” he mutters and you pout at him. “Maybe just a little” he adds.

“Anyways, this is the plan. They are holding a premarriage ceremony at The Empire. We can sneak in there, and- wait listen” Beomgyu tells you seeing you are ready to interrupt, “We will sneak in there and try to see what your Lixie is upto, okay?”

“They’ll obviously ask for invites and I don’t have any fancy dresses” you state the obvious. “Also I don’t call him Lixie”

“You think I don’t have that already worked out?” Beomgyu asks you, grinning slightly.

“You managed to get invites ?” You ask him incredulously and Beomgyu shrugs his shoulders.

“I don’t think we should be doing all this, I just have to meet Felix at his hotel, that’s all” you mutter.

“It’s not going to be that easy Genius. We are literally trying to break off a wedding. That too he is marrying the daughter of a Merchant” Beomgyu huffs out. “This requires careful planning”

You look at Beomgyu and he lets you look into his eyes. “Alright” you say. “Where are the fancy dresses ?”

“I was waiting for you to ask that” Beomgyu tells you grinning widely.

-.-

“I look like I’m about to perform Shakespeare” you huff out. Beomgyu had managed to get you a black velvet gown and a suit for himself. Except the gown happens to be twice your size. You had managed to pin up most of it to not look like you were drowning in fabric, but there is only so much you can do.

Beomgyu steps out of the bathroom and you look at him, your breath catching a little. He has somehow managed to smooth down his wolfcut and looked very dignified. You can’t help but admire how handsome he looks. Making your way over to him, you fix his tie and tug on his shirts collar to make it straighter.

“You- you look fine” Beomgyu manages to choke out. He was so used to seeing you in his shirts and trousers that your appearance almost knocks him away.

“No I don’t” you tell him looking at the mirror again. You felt like a clown. The dress had a deep neckline and you felt very conscious about yourself, tugging on it to stop it from dipping down. Beomgyu pushed you down onto the chair and stands behind you and you look up at him.

“Give me the chain” he tells you.

“Why?” You ask him curiously.

“Just give it to me” you pick up the chain from your bag and hand it over to him.

Beomgyu pushes your hair away before fastening it on to your neck. The ruby on it glints and you take in a breath, when you feel his hands on your shoulder.

“Perfect” he murmurs and you are not sure what he is referring to.

“Couldn’t you have picked up some eyeliner too ?” You ask him.

“Princess just has to sit on her high horse and hand out commands right?” Beomgyu tells you in annoyance leaning close to your face to look into the mirror fixing up his hair. “Be grateful for what I got you, you brat”

“This looks ancient” you mutter looking at the blush he got you. You feel hot and bothered by how close he is being to you but you hold your ground.

Beomgyu stands back and watches you as you put on the rouge on your cheeks and lips. You look at him again asking him if you looked fine and Beomgyu feels like a tortured man. Surely, you had some clue about the effect you had on him.

“I don’t think I can do anything more than this, it’s all pointless anyway” you tell more so to yourself than anyone else, adjusting your hair.

“You are beautiful” Beomgyu says softly and your eyes widen a little. “I have half a mind to not let you go” he tells you, half jokingly.

“What about Park Bo-young?” You tease Beomgyu, getting up from your seat and making your way to him.

“A man can dream” he tells you taking your hand in his.

-.-

The ceremony looked exquisite. People were pouring in, a little orchestra had been set up and conversation happened all around you. Beomgyu had managed to sneak you both in without any problems.

Felix sits next to his bride-to-be murmuring something in her ear, while she laughs. You’ve been watching them silently for the last ten minutes or so. Felix didn’t look the least bit bothered by this. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you watch him.

Beomgyu had told you to wait till an opportunity presented itself so that you could talk to Felix without raising any suspicion. Now, seemed like the perfect time. Felix was getting up from his seat and making his way to the washrooms. You look over at Beomgyu, who had left your side to make conversation with some of the Merchers.

To hell, you think getting up and following Felix. You wait outside a little to the left, the wall covering you well. Anxiety rises in you but you will yourself to stay calm. You needed answers.

The door opens and Felix steps out, glancing your way and then doing a double take. He looks worried and he looks around before walking upto you.

“What are you doing here ?!” He asks you in a harsh whisper and you are taken aback by his tone. Felix has never once raised his voice at you. He had been your kind and loving boy. Your mother used to call him Sunshine.

“I should be asking the same to you” you tell him tears threatening to fall down. “I haven’t heard from you in ages and all of a sudden you are getting married ?” Your voice rises and Felix covers your mouth.

Felix pulls on your arm, taking you outside through the side. The sea flows silently behind you and the moon sits high above your heads.

Felix lets go of your arm before holding his head in his hands. You wipe away your tears furiously as you watch him pace around angrily. Your arm hurts a little from his bruising hold.

“It’s not what you think it is” he tells you finally. His tone is still a little too rough for your liking.

“What is this then ?” You ask him. The tension rises in you again and you feel a little light headed.

“It’s not- ugh, why did you have to come ?” Felix asks you and your heart breaks at his tone. You look at him silently, taking in his appearance. His face is a lot more sharper than you remember and hair longer. But the freckles still remain on his face, proof of the days you had spend together at the fields playing around.

“How could i not ?” You ask him quietly. “You don’t think i deserve answers ?”

Felix runs his hands through his hair agitated. “I have to go through this marriage. It’s my last chance. You don’t understand” he tells you.

“Why ?” you ask him black spots play around your eyes and you try blinking them away.

“I- I need to. It’ll take care of my debts. You don’t know. Life isn’t some walk in the park. There is nothing waiting for me back home. I need to do this” he tells you harshly.

Felix is telling you a lot of things and you hear them but the ringing in your ears get louder. You want him to stop talking. To go back. You - you need Beomgyu.

“You need to leave” Felix tells you and you look at him sharply. “I can’t have you messing this up. We would’ve never worked out, Y/N. You were never- you were never quite enough for me you know” he tells you.

Bile rises in your throat and you are sure you will black out any second. You touch the chain around your neck as Felix reaches towards you. You feel warm arms around your waist and you look upto see Beomgyu standing next to you. You give him a small smile and notice his strained expression.

It’s the last thing you see.

-.-

The room is dark when you wake up. It takes a while for the disorientation to go away and you slowly try to get up from the bed when Beomgyu pushes you down.

“Don’t” he tells you and you turn around to switch on the bedside lamp. You are still wearing your gown and Beomgyu was still in his suit.

“How long was I out ?” you ask him groggily.

“An hour ?” He tells you “You stirred a couple of times but then stopped a little while ago”

“What happened?” You ask him and Beomgyu raises his eyebrows at you. “Well, I know I passed out what happened after that?”

“I brought you back here” he tells you sweeping away the hair on your forehead.

“What about- what about Felix ?” Your voice cracks a little and you close your eyes.

Beomgyu looks at you with something like pity. He had noticed you were gone and had searched the whole party for you frantically. Beomgyu had heard raised voices coming from the back of the hall and had seen you and Felix. He decided to stay back to see how it goes. When it seemed like you were going to either collapse or punch Felix, Beomgyu had rushed out.

“Let’s talk about it in the morning shall we ?” Beomgyu asks you.

“No I want to know” you insist trying to get up but Beomgyu pushes you back down again.

“It’s not-“ he starts when you grab hold of his hand.

“Please” you say softly.

Beomgyu stops for a moment and looks at you. “Well, that asshole walked off after you fainted. Told me to get you out of there” he mutters and looks at you again. If his hands weren’t filled with you, Beomgyu was sure he’d have punched Felix in the face. The man had literally given him a once over and had walked back to the party without a second thought as if he had rid himself of some burden.

Your lips wobble a bit before fresh tears fill your eyes again. You cover your face with your arm and try to keep the sounds in. Betrayal and hurt courses through you and you feel exhausted.

Felix and you, you weren’t perfect for each other but you had grown up together. There was a comfort between you two and an ease in knowing how the other one works. You didn’t know how it all went wrong. Felix would often tell you about how suffocated the town made him feel, so you felt happy for him when he finally got his chance to leave for the city. You still remember the promises he had made, of taking you with him and living together. If you tried hard enough, you could still feel the ghost of his lips on yours.

The Felix you saw today, you didn’t recognise him anymore. But what made it hurt more was the realisation of how out of love he seemed with you. You had gotten used to his words and the made up face of him inside your head that the actual reality made your world crumble down.

You feel the bed beside you dip and Beomgyu takes you into his arms. You lean in to his chest and cry freely as he runs his hands through your hair. You no longer know what you are crying for, you just know you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“He doesn’t deserve you” Beomgyu murmurs holding you close as sobs take over you. Beomgyu wishes he could take over your hurt and make it all right but he doesn’t know what more to say to you. You didn’t deserve a guy like him. If Beomgyu could give you every good thing in life and make it all okay for you, he’d exchange his life for it.

But, he doesn’t say anything. Beomgyu holds you as you cry and break apart in his arms.

-.-

“I can’t believe you are rubbing your snot onto my fresh suit” he mutters, “You are going to cry yourself sick”

You wipe away the last of the tears and lean away from him. “Shut up” you say thickly.

Beomgyu looks down at your red and puffy eyes and his heart hurts a little more. It’s almost midnight and he doesn’t know what to do from now on.

You slowly get up from the bed and Beomgyu catches hold of your hand. “Where are you going off to ?” He asks.

“To change Genius” you tell him. “You should also clean up” you add.

“As Snotty commands” Beomgyu tells you and you hit him with a pillow before walking into the bathroom.

-.-

“Are you asleep ?” You whisper at Beomgyu.

The both of you were lying on the bed while the moonlight filtered in through the windows. You had propped up a pillow between you two to avoid anymore unnecessary touches and tangled limbs.

“No” Beomgyu mutters after a little while, when you were sure he had slept.

“Beomgyu” you call his name softly turning to your side to face him. The pillow sits in between and you hug it to yourself.

“What is it?” Beomgyu murmurs. His eyes are closed but you can tell he is listening.

“What will you do now ?” You ask him softly.

Beomgyu sighs and then turns to look at you. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question ?”

You shrug and wait for him to answer.

“I’ve made arrangements to you know-“ he stops and looks at you. Beomgyu feels guilty to admit this, but he had met Freddy at the wedding tonight. Totally not planned, but he saw Freddy among a couple of other merchers and Beomgyu knew he couldn’t avoid him forever. He had given his word to hand over the chain by the next day. He just has to get the contract out of the way and wait for Taehyun’s reply. But, Beomgyu hadn’t anticipated this turn of events. He had been wondering about how to ask you back for the chain, but the time never felt right.

“-sell the chain ?” You finish his sentence for him and Beomgyu looks at you with something like shame. You smile at him.

“I figured” you tell him and Beomgyu nods his head at you. “Thank you” you tell him softly.

“Don’t go emotional on me now” Beomgyu mutters and you turn away from him to stare back at the ceiling.

“Couldn’t you have got us some blankets too?” You ask him, half jokingly. The cold seeps in through your (Beomgyu’s) tshirt and you curl up in to yourself to keep warm.

You hear him sigh and feel the pillow being knocked away.

“Here” Beomgyu says wrapping you up in his arms. “What would you do without me Genius ?”

“Weren’t you the one being weird about sharing a bed?” You mutter snuggling into his chest. He is so warm and sturdy that it calms you down. You try not to think too much. You were just keeping each other warm. That’s all.

“Shh” he murmurs and his voice is thick with sleep.

You close your eyes as dreams tug you into their world.

-.-

Beomgyu watches your sleeping form. You fit into his arms like you were made for them. The soft sighs you made and the way you held onto his shirt with one hand, just everything about you made him feel warm. But he had to go now. Make arrangements.

Beomgyu slowly pried you off of him, putting up the pillow next to you. You mumble something incoherent before hugging the pillow and going back to sleep. Beomgyu thinks for a moment before leaning in and kissing your forehead. You smile in your sleep, snuggling closer to the pillow and Beomgyu’s heart feels full.

Letting you go. He can’t even think about being away from you. But, life had its ways. Beomgyu wishes he had more time and more things to say to you. Now, doesn’t seem like the right time and place to say those things. He wonders if he’d ever get his chance to confess.

Getting up Beomgyu leaves you a little note before stepping outside the room.

-.-

It’s noon by the time you wake up, sunlight filtering in through the curtains. You feel well rested after a long time. Beomgyu had apparently left the room and you wonder what you’d do today.

Putting on your overalls, you notice the chain by the bedside table. You think of leaving it in the room, but something in you makes put it in your pocket. You could go to the church today. The wedding would be over by now. Just to see things through.

The town seemed to have come down from its celebratory high. Your stomach rumbles a bit but you use the last of your money to buy a piece of bread. You wolf it down hungrily, making your way over the church.

As you had thought, it’s empty. The party seemed to have left and only an old lady was there, sweeping away the grounds. You make your way over to her.

“Is it over ?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“They all left” she tells you, continuing her sweeping. You look back into the church. So that’s it. He is gone. Without even so much as a word of acknowledgement to you, Felix was gone. You wait a moment to see how you felt, surprised at the relief coursing through you.

The man Felix had become, you know deep down is someone you’d never be able to love or trust again. Even on your way here, you had known that things would end this way. You had your answer now. Things had seemed like they ended a long while ago between you two and you were tired of being the only one trying to chase what little of it was left.

What to do ? Where to go now ?

-.-

Making your way back to the inn, you see a few men stand outside the fence talking to themselves. Not thinking too much of it, you make your way into the small building climbing up the stairs. Beomgyu might be home by now. He had no idea about where you were gone and you didn’t want him to think you were missing or worse, had taken off with the chain.

You do a double take when you reach the hallway. There were more men outside your room and one among them, the man from the train. Alarm bells go off in your head. This was not good. You didn’t know why they were here but they had no business going through your room.

You back up a bit but accidentally trip a little and as you try to balance yourself, you catch the attention of the man. “Her- Catch her, she is with him” he shouts at the other burly men and you make a run for it.

Running down the stairs you trip on the last step but force yourself to get up, trying to outrun the men behind you. You dash outside the inn, the men by the fence alerted to your presence. You had no way out.

Thinking quickly you run towards the sea behind the inn. There had to be something you could do. You didn’t know who the men were but they seemed to be after your chain. You run as fast as you could. You felt lightheaded from hunger and just plain exhaustion but you didn’t allow yourself to slow down.

A bridge. A bridge connected the little town to the other side and you hurry towards it. The pants behind you were getting closer and you knew they’d be on you in minutes.

“Stop” they shout behind you. But you keep running. “Stop before I shoot” that makes you slow down and one of them catches hold of you, turning you around, you pry yourself out of his grip biting down on his arm and he yells out, letting you go.

Taking the chain out of your pocket, you hold it out to the sea, “Get any closer and I’ll fling it” you gasp out at the men and they stand still, looking at each other, not knowing what more to do. You try desperately to catch your breath. Where the hell was Beomgyu ?

You stand with your arm outstretched towards the sea as a couple more men make their way towards you. They look a lot more dignified. The man from the train is among them. You take in their coats with their chains and watches. Merchers, you realise.

The one in front, handsome with shoulder length hair and an expression of complete ease steps a little towards you as you lean more over the bridge.

“I will fling it” you repeat and he holds up his hands in defence, staying rooted to his spot.

“The chain in your hand, it belongs to me” the man tells you coldly. You had figured out as much. But the chain, it was Beomgyu’s only escape. His light. Beomgyu would have escaped all of this a lot sooner, if you hadn’t forced him to come with you. You’d rather die than lose his chain.

“If you throw the chain, you’ll be arrested by the stadwatch and you don’t need me to tell you how that’d go, do you ?” Jeonghan tells you. He seems completely sure of himself.

“What was the little thief thinking ? Stealing from me. I thought he was smarter than the rest of them” Jeonghan says mostly to himself than to you. You on the other hand think hard about what to do. You’ve run out of tricks.

“Hand over the chain now girl. You are smart, hand it over and I’ll let you walk free” Jeonghan tells you, hands in his pockets.

You shake your head, no.

“You’ll have to kill me, before you take it” you tell him and Jeonghan barks out a laugh.

“All that for a thief ?” He asks you with amusement.

“He is not a thief” you say, thinking about Beomgyu. “He is the kindest, nicest man I’ve ever met in my life” you whisper almost. You think back to yesterday night, Beomgyu’s arms around you. The way he had taken care of you this entire time.

“He stole my chain and unless you have anything better to offer to me, I don’t wish to waste any more of my time” Jeonghan tells you checking his nails.

“Don’t you also, have an indebtedness you have to repay?” You ask him and Jeonghan’s expression hardens. “He saved your child, didn’t he ?” You ask him quietly.

Jeonghan watches you for a moment. He hadn’t thought you’d put up this much of a fight. You were right. He did have a debt to repay to Beomgyu.

“Give me the chain and I won’t press any charges on him” Jeonghan tells you but you still look doubtful, “It’s my word” he says.

“Beomgyu’s life depends on this” you almost plead with him “I can’t give it to you and walk back empty handed. It’s just a chain, Sir and you have many” you tell him wishing for some kindness.

Jeonghans expression softens just a little. “It’s not about the chain, girl. It’s about the standard I’d be setting if I let him get away with this. If he walks away free, what’s not stopping the entire city from taking away my treasures ?

You didn’t know what more to say. What more to do. Time was running out. You slowly bring back the chain touching it to your neck. It had been with you for so long, it almost felt like your own.

“I could offer you something in return” you tell the Mercher, looking up at him. Jeonghan tilts his head and looks at you coolly.

“I have a few shares and a portion of a ranch in my name” you tell him, willing yourself to sound stronger than how you felt inside. “I will transfer it to your name in return for this chain” you say and you see Jeonghan considering this.

“And where is this ranch?” He asks you, in a not interested manner but you can tell he is slightly hooked.

“Asbalt” you reply and you see his eyes widen ever so slightly. Asbalt was known for its agriculture. God’s land people would call it. The ranch was the only thing in your possession, handing it over the Mercher, would be like signing your death certificate.

“It still wouldn’t be enough to pay for the chain” Jeonghan says.

How much did this darn thing cost ?

“It’s all I have to offer” you reply defeated, clutching the chain to your chest.

“I’m in need of an accountant though” he tells you, the barest of smiles playing on his lips.

-.-

It’s evening by the time you trudge up to the inn. The contracts had taken you a long time.

Beomgyu is on you the minute you enter into the room. He takes hold of your shoulders and takes in your appearance. Beomgyu had been worried sick when you hadn’t turned up for hours and the chain was missing and he hated himself for assuming the worst.

“Where have you been ?” He asks you giving your shoulder a rough shake “Can’t you like a leave a note or something when you leave ? Or are you that stupid ?”

“I- I just, I went to see the church” you say, you are not exactly lying. Beomgyu let’s go off your shoulder and you sit down on the bed. Events of the day run around in your head and you don’t know what to tell Beomgyu.

“Why?” Beomgyu asks.

“To see through the end of it I guess” you say lying down and closing your eyes.

“Where’s my chain?” Beomgyu asks and something about his tone pisses you off. You crack an eye open at him and he is leaning over you.

“Is that all that’s important to you ?” You ask him getting up to your elbows and looking into his eyes.

“Yes” he says with a firm tone but you see his eyes shift down to the floor.

“Nothing else matters ?” You press.

“What’s up with you ?” He asks you. Answering a question with a question and it angers you more.

You continue looking at him and Beomgyu hesitantly meets your eyes. “What else do you want me to say?” He asks you and you think you hear pain in his voice.

“What about me ? Do I mean nothing to you?” You ask him quietly and Beomgyu looks at you sharply.

Yes, he answers in his head. Beomgyu hadn’t planned on any of this. His plans and his life were simpler without you in it. Beomgyu hated how you made him feel, like if he asked you, you might just become his. But, he can’t. Not right now. He had a deal to settle. Things to get back and you would be out of place in his life. You deserved better.

“Give me the chain Y/N, I don’t have the time for all this melodrama” Beomgyu tells you.

You throw the chain onto the floor and Beomgyu picks it up. You pick up your bag and Beomgyu watches you as you stuff your things inside it.

“What are you doing ?” He asks you.

“Leaving” you say. The emptiness you feel inside is swallowing you whole. You feel sick and tired.

“Don’t be stupid, where will you go ?” Beomgyu asks you, his tone rough and it’s the final straw for you.

“I DONT FUCKING KNOW” you scream throwing the bag down. Tears stream down your face and wipe away at them furiously. “I DONT KNOW BUT DONT WORRY I WON’T BE A BOTHER ANYMORE” you clutch your head in your hands.

Beomgyu takes a step back, a little shocked. He slowly makes his way over to you, gently removing your hands from your face and taking you into his arms. You sob onto his shoulder for a few minutes before pushing him off.

“No, you can’t- not again” you gasp. You were sick of people leading you on and then abandoning you.

“Y/N, calm down” he tells you placing a hand on your shoulder which you shake off.

“No, I don’t need you telling me to calm down” you say, pushing the hair out of your face.

“Are you hungry ?” Beomgyu asks you and the ridiculousness of the question almost makes you laugh. Almost.

You close your eyes and take in a deep breath, clearing your head a little. You open them to find Beomgyu watching you.

“What really happened ?” He asks you softly and you look at him. His face, his eyes, his voice it’s all become such a familiar sight to you. You lean forward and wrap your arms around him. Beomgyu waits a moment before hugging you to him. Something went wrong, it’s all he can understand.

“Can you drop me off at the station ?” You ask after a few moments, letting him go but Beomgyu’s hands stay on your waist. He looks at you in confusion.

“But where will you go ?” He asks you.

“Home” you reply.

-.-

The train rumbles into view. Beomgyu and you had been waiting at the station for almost an hour now. You both hadn’t talked much, the weight of separation hanging heavy in the air. Beomgyu didn’t know what to say or what more to ask of you and you, you tried. You tried to get him to say something, anything but he had brushed off your advances. Maybe it’d all be for the best, you try convincing yourself.

Getting up, Beomgyu picks up your bag and watches you as you get on the train. He wants to pull you into a hug and never let you go, but now wouldn’t be the right time. He would not be good enough for you. Beomgyu hands you over the bag and you take it, looking at him, giving him another chance but he looks away. You put it over your shoulder and smile at him. Beomgyu slowly smiles back at you.

“Goodbye Idiot” you say, your voice cracking a bit at the end.

“Bye” Beomgyu whispers as the train begins moving, taking you away and his heart breaks, little by little the further you get away.

-.-

The deal was done. Freddy had paid him the amount in return for the chain and the cheque sits inside his breast pocket. You were gone.

Beomgyu waits on his own, inside the coach. The train doesn’t leave for another hour, but he doesn’t know what else to do in town. He is richer, enough to pay off the debts, Taehyun and Kai would be waiting for him. The train would take him to the city. It’ll be a new life for him from now on. Without you.

Beomgyu tries justifying letting you go, to himself. He’d never be good enough for you. What is he anyway ? Nothing more than a thief and a liar. You don’t deserve someone like him, he tells himself. Beomgyu closes his eyes but thoughts of you keep haunting him. Your smile, the way you fit perfectly into his arms, Beomgyu misses your voice the most. The constant banter and the slight tease and affection in it. He is free from debt, but at what cost?

“Fancy seeing you here Choi” a familiar singsong voice breaks him out of his thoughts.

Jeonghan slides down to the seat next to him and Beomgyu sits up straighter, a chill running through him. What was he doing here ? Beomgyu tries to not show his nervousness.

“Free aren’t you now ? All that money in your pocket…” Jeonghan chuckles at Beomgyu’s startled expression.

“How?” Beomgyu manages to choke out.

Jeonghan pulls out the chain from his pocket. “You are clever, but not clever enough to get the better off me”

“Freddy” Beomgyu starts and then stops. Of course Freddy was Yoon Jeonghan’s man, but why would he let Beomgyu walk free if he knew the chain was stolen ?

“It’s the girl’s big heart that saved you Choi. All that for a sneak like you” Jeonghan tsks.

“What?”

“Surely, you are not stupid enough to believe I’d just let you walk away free. It’s her money and her promise that keeps you safe for now” Jeonghan gets up from his seat, adjusting his suit, while Beomgyu watches him trying to understand what happened. Jeonghan strikes hard across his face and Beomgyu clutches his cheek in pain, tasting blood. “But, if you ever mess with my things again, nothing and no angel on Earth will be able to save you”

As the Mercher walks away Beomgyu slowly realises how much of a fool he had been.

-.-

The water laps at your feet as you stare out at the sunset. You miss his presence by your side, but you push that thought away, trying to still your heart. Work, for you, began in a week. It’s the price you had to pay for Beomgyu’s freedom. But, it wouldn’t be so bad you think. Jeonghan isn’t someone you should mess with, but you could tell the Mercher was a man of his word.

You watch as fishes leap around in the water, old memories spend here by the lake resurfacing. Would Beomgyu figure it out ? You wonder to yourself. The water had begun to calm down, fewer and fewer movements across it and you try flicking a stone across it, the way he had taught you.

One skip, two skips-

“Oi” the voice brings the air in you to a hault. You take in a breath watching the stone sink in, before turning around to see him, standing there with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

A thousand emotions rush through you at the sight of him, but the one that demands all your attention is how much you missed seeing his stupidly pretty face. Beomgyu looks mad as hell as he watches you.

“I had nowhere else to go” you say, looking at him. His mom hadn’t asked too many questions, just hugging you tightly against her and bringing you in.

“How much more of an Idiot, could you be ?” He asks you, anger evident in his voice.

“It’s the least I could do” you tell him. It’s the truth.

“What are you ? A saint ?” He huffs out and you crack a smile at him.

Beomgyu looks at you intensely and you take a step towards him while he takes a step back. “I won’t let you go, if you come any nearer to me” he calls out in warning.

You look at him and take another step, stopping there. “I thouht you didn’t believe in Saints” you answer in return.

He starts walking towards you and then breaks into a run. Reaching you, Beomgyu picks you up, twirling you around in his arms while you hold onto his shoulder for dear life. Bringing you down, Beomgyu hugs you tightly against him.

“You, idiot” he mutters and you look up at him and then he is kissing you. Softly nudging his lips against yours and you slowly let him. Beomgyu presses you flush against his body, his hand firmly on your waist while his other guides your head towards his lips. The kiss gets rougher and Beomgyu bites your lip, making you gasp and pull away. You hit his chest but Beomgyu continues kissing your face, your neck any inch of skin he could find.

“Mine” he whispers roughly in your ear. “You are all mine”

You place your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat behind your fingers. “I thought you wanted someone like Park Bo-young” you tell him.

“She is nothing compared to you” he tells you and you roll your eyes and Beomgyu’s eyes harden at the action.

“Come home with me and I’ll make you roll your eyes for something better” he tells you and your cheeks redden.

“You assume an awful lot, Choi” you tease.

“I’m never letting you walk away from me” Beomgyu tells you, cupping your cheeks and pressing another kiss onto you. “I’m sorry for being such a big Idiot” he murmurs.

“You can’t help it” you say in a matter of fact tone and Beomgyu flicks your forehead, before kissing you there and you rest your head against his chest while Beomgyu wraps his arms around you.

“How many years ?” He asks quietly.

“Three” you whisper and he hugs you tighter. “But it’s going to be okay” you tell him looking up at him.

“He called you an angel” Beomgyu tells you and you giggle a little.

“My angel”

-.-

There is no hint of playfulness in his face as he leans over you now.

“Your mother might hear” you whisper, holding Beomgyu back by his shoulders.

“You’ve got to stay quiet then, don’t you sweetheart ?” He teases you with the nickname.

“Hmm, I liked the princess one more” you say, pretending to think and Beomgyu rolls his hips against you making you gasp.

“Yeah ? My Princess huh ?” He murmurs taking in your face as he pounds in deeper. You cover your mouth, trying to hold in the moans but Beomgyu is not having any of it, knocking your hands away and replacing it with his fingers.

You suck on them, looking up at him and it drives him crazier, his thrusts getting more frantic.

“Mine, all mine” he growls in your ear as you roll your eyes back in pleasure, just the way he had promised.

“I-I’m close” you whisper into his ear and Beomgyu groans against you, slowing his movements and looking at you.

“Noo” you whine out, tears pricking at your eyes. He is still hard and Beomgyu takes in your fucked out expression, twitching inside you.

“Not so easily, sweetheart” he tells you slowly moving again and you moan again, the sound music to his ears.

“Please” you cry and Beomgyu picks up the pace, kissing your neck and chest, his hands fondling with your breast.

“Tell me you are mine” he rasps, his voice sending shivers across you, building up your orgasm.

“I-fuck Gyu- I’m yours” you cry out.

Beomgyu bites down on your neck as you both come together. He shifts away from you to not suffocate you, pulling out slowly as you try to catch your breath.

Beomgyu leans over and kisses your forehead, touching your cheek gently and you look up to see him smiling cheekily at you. He begins to move away when you catch hold of his hand, kissing the back of it.

“You are mine too, alright ?” You tell him softly, your eyes filling up.

“Duh” he replies kissing your lips. “Don’t cry again, stupid” Beomgyu tells you, getting up.

He comes back to clean you up, bringing his tshirt for you. Beomgyu holds you against him, running his hands through your hair and your eyes feel heavy with sleep.

“You deserve so much more Y/N” Beomgyu whispers and you look at him.

“Shh” you place a finger on his lips and he kisses it making you smile.

“It’s true. You deserve someone better than me but-“ he moves your finger away bringing you closer to him “I’m going to try. Try and be that someone for you. I hope you give me that chance, to make myself a better man. For you”

You blink and look at him for a few seconds.

“Don’t you dare make a joke” he tells you.

“I’m trying hard not to” you whisper and he grins. You kiss at his whisker dimples making him blush and you snuggle closer to him.

-.-

EPILOGUE

A long haired boy sits opposite you, his feet propped up on the table dozing away in the afternoon heat. Your office is the tiniest of them all, but Beomgyu had managed to fit himself into it, surprisingly well.

Yesseo, visited you every once in a while bringing in the news from Asbalt. Your family had slowly started accepting your new life and you couldn’t wait to introduce Beomgyu to them. Beomgyu’s mom on the other hand, constantly send you letters and little gifts which made you flustered and Beomgyu teased you to no end about it, but you knew it made him happy.

Kai continued fooling around with Yuma, while Taehyun had somehow managed to get into work with Jihoon. You all would meet occasionally at the slats, which Beomgyu had managed to convert into a little house for you to stay in, with the money left.

He made sure, you knew you were his too. Marks and bites often showing through your collared blouses. Living kisses before he left for work. Beomgyu would visit your office too, randomly whenever he wished to, like now. But never, when Jeonghan was around. Beomgyu knew better than that.

You had your blackouts every once in a while, but Beomgyu was always beside you, bringing you back and making sure to let you know that things were okay. Letting you catch your breath and easing the anxiety just a little.

It had taken a lot of convincing on your part for Jeonghan to take in Beomgyu as a broker, your final point being that it’s better to have Beomgyu on his side rather than against him. The Mercher had a soft spot for you despite everything that happened, giving you a decent salary despite you being in his debt.

As seagulls fly outside, you feel a peace settle in, one which you haven’t felt in months.

Life, it isn’t so bad.

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