#No way in hell he's forcing her to smile when he's the asshole that knocks the mask off of her

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Jax..... count your days.

COUNT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING DAYS!!!

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Fortunate Ones

BAKUGOU X READER

Mentions: Corrupt Government, Quirkless, Injections, Pregnancy, Dad Bakugou, Fluff!

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There was a point in time where life was happy for everyone. Then one day things changed.

Those with Quirks lived a better life. Good homes, good environment, upperhand on job opportunities. Quirkless born have it rough. A child should have their quirk by the age of 5 and if not the government will give the child another year just in case they’re late bloomers. If no quirk is developed by the age of 6 they’re separated from their parents and put into the quirkless side of town, Although they are allowed to travel anywhere.They get paired with a good family. They’re not allowed to have any contact with their old family.

You grew up with Bakugou and Izuku. Yeah Bakugou was an asshole but you still followed behind him just as everyone else did. You and Deku had each other. Yes you were parted from your birth parents but the ones you were given too were great. They love you like their own. Deku went through the same thing which is why you guys are understanding each other. You thought you’d be with Izuku forever as besties and have a possibility to end up with Bakugou.

Izuku never told either of you about training with All Might. He couldn’t. He didn’t even tell you about getting into U.A. You thought you'd be going to school. You knew Bakugou got in and it hurt you like hell. Parting ways with someone you fell in love with. “ Since when do you have a quirk!?” You yelled at Izuku. “You’re a piece of shit for not telling her sooner.” Bakugou said. “ It’s not what you think,”Izuku said. He wanted to stay with his best friend. He wished the three of you could attend the best hero school there is. He cared more about being a hero. “ I can’t believe it. How..just have fun with your quirk Izuku. Bakugou have fun as well. I guess this is it…” you say tears running down your face. “Who knows…maybe we can meet up one day or whatever.” He said handing you a piece of paper with his number on it. You smiled. “Y-Yeah..thanks. I’ll miss you guys more than anything.” you said. Bakugou hated it when he was forced into a group hug. He hates physical contact but tolerated it for you. He’s always had a soft side, though he's a total asshole. 

Everyone went their separate ways. You didn’t stay in contact with Izuku. He’s “too busy.” when in reality he didn't make time. He cared more about being a hero. Bakugou is very serious about it too but he tried and did make time even if it was talking on the phone or meeting up in the city going to places where Quirkless people were allowed in. Sometimes he’d even facetime with you at night even after a long and tiring day. Yes he’d knock out mid way with you but he made the time and it made you happy. 

As time went on Bakugou developed feelings towards you and finally confessed after becoming a hero and you two Immediately started dating. During the ending of highschool there was a bill being set. Quirkless people were not allowed to house with a quirk user unless married. Then 2 years later the bill passed. 

“We could always lie. We don’t have to worry about it. Let me handle it.” Bakugou said, holding you close. You were both 20 and ready to move out. Bakugou was making a great amount of money from being a hero even though he's young. You were in your 3rd year in college studying for business management and English language. You had a small business. It’s going very well. You always have orders coming in. “We can’t lie about it,Kats. If they find out then what?” you asked. “We’ll make it happen eventually.” he replied, pecking your cheek. You nodded slightly. It was your plan with him. Him becoming a hero, you finishing school and starting your small business then soon enough live together. You continued your homework. Thank god you’re the smartest in all your class and gained trust from your teachers. They’d give great recommendations for when you need a job. 

“Hey mom. I brought her to meet you. You’ll love her.” Katsuki said. He brought you into the living room. “Really!? All this time?” Mitsuki said, giving you a big hug. You returned it. She’s known you since a kid; she just never thought you’d end up dating her son. “You should’ve told me since you started dating her. Why did you keep it a secret for so long?” She asked, letting me go. “I told him I wasn’t ready not until I was almost done with university.” You answered. “We were planning to move in together but…the new bill was placed..” he said gripping your hand lightly. Mitsuki knows how much he loves you because when you and Bakugou started she noticed how much he started changing and in a great way. “You two are young. Still in the beginning of the new chapter. Us parents will be here to support you both.” Mitsuki said. 

When you and Katsuki turned 21 he proposed to you. While you were at work he decorated the dining room with candles and roses.(he lived on his own.) He made your favorite meal. The lights were dimmed. “Hey Kats. I'm here. What did you need help with?” you asked as you took off your heels. “Yeah I'm in the dining room,” he replied. You went over and blushed as you saw the lovely decorated table. You both enjoyed the food. You talked and laughed. “You’re such a romantic, it's cute. Thank you for this.” You said smiling. “I have one more surprise.” He walked over to you.” he replied and made you stand up. “ Where are you taking me?” you asked. “No No, just stand there okay. Close your eyes, loser.” he replied. You obeyed him. Bakugou took out the ring and got down on one knee. “Open.” he ordered. When you saw him your heart was racing. “Y/n I'm in love with you and you know that. You give me everything you have to offer. You always express your love to me. Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me.” He asked. You nodded as you started crying with him. He slipped the ring on your finger. When the wedding happened a year later you both were so happy, loved and fortunate, very very fortunate. 

You must be wondering why? Well thank god you and Bakugou decided to try for a baby during the honeymoon and it happened. You were blessed twins, baby boys. During the time you were 7 months the government released the news about planning on injecting half of the quirkless females. An injection to stop them from reproducing. You had your babies and after you got approval from the doctor to have another child. You and Bakugou got to work. It was hard to take care of the twins while pregnant but you and Bakugou want a little tribe. 

“ Morning my wonderful boys.” Bakugou said to the twins who were awake and ready for their bottles. He carried both of them and got comfortable on the couch he fed both of them. Struggled but fed them. You were still asleep. He makes sure you get proper rest which is why he took time off work. To help you around the house another set of twins are on the way. You woke up around 9:30 am“Kats?Kousuke?Kensuke?” You called. “In the bathroom babe!” Bakugou said. He was giving the twins their baths. Kensuke was the calm one and Kousuke…sweet lord he’s the wild one. You walked in and saw Bakugou’s shirt all wet. The boys cooed and kicked as Bakugou made silly faces. Kousuke splashed water as Bakugou lifted him to scrub his back. “Let me help kats.” you said with a smile. It took about a good 30 minutes to bath them and have them all set . 

You had a small and cute gender reveal only you,bakugou, his parents, yours and your 2 siblings. It was inside the second nursery. Your sister knows the genders so she planned it. “You guys ready?” Mitsuki recorded. You and Bakugou took a deep breath and then let go as you both opened the closet. Half of it was filled with boy clothes and the other with girl clothes. You shared a kiss with Bakugou. Everyone clapped. “ I love you and our babies.” Bakugou said as he rubbed your bump. “ We love you too, loser.” you replied. Months later you pushed your beautiful babies out. 

You guys want a K family and you also wanted to have one more pregnancy. Hopefully you’re not one of the chosen quirkless females for the injection and lucky for guys you werent. By the time you and Bakugou were 26 you had 6 kids. 

Kids' names. K family. Eldest to youngest.

Kousuke Bakugou(m)

Kensuke Bakugou (m) 

Kyousuke Bakugou (m)

Kimiko Bakugou (f)

Kaoru Bakugou (f) 

Kaisei Bakugou (m)

You changed the kids out of their pjs and into cute clothes. Your mother made a family gathering. Bakugou hugged you from behind then nibbled on your ear whispering, “We should have one more, don't you think my sexy girl.” Your eyes widened when you felt his bulge. “ Go fix your problem in our room.” you said. “ Come on one more?” he begged, leaving a hickey on your neck. You saw the kids fall asleep as you packed up their diaper bags. “ Katsuki Bakugou no.” you replied. His hands roamed your body. When he got to your breasts you moaned as he pinched your nipples,you felt your milk leak a bit. “ one more.” he whispered in your ear and then licked your neck. “Fuck it.” you gave in. He was about to carry you away until baby Kaisei started crying. Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Mommys boy for sure,” he said. You smacked him then carried Kaisei, rocking him in your arms. Bakugou looked at him playing with his little hand. Kaisei wrapped his hand around Bakugou’s finger and gripped it. When the kids do that to him he always ends up crying. You never knew why but he always smiles and pecks their hands in the process. 

The best part of it all is that your children grew up with quirks. When they got their quirks you and Bakugou were blessed. Blessed to be able to stay with your family. 

You both were blessed by God to keep your loving family.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Pairing: Lucien Flores x f!reader

Word Count: 5700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Great. Another dinner party. I swear my roommate is trying to kill me. 

“Come on. It'll be fun, Decaf!”

“You know I hate that nickname, right?”

Claudia chuckles, reaching out to squeeze my arm. “Then stop being so-” she gestures with her free hand “-blah.”

“Ouch.”

Claudia sighs. “You know what I mean. Ever since Dan you just haven’t been..the same.”

I stiffen at the mention of my ex’s name. “He put me through hell, Claudia.”

She nods, placing her hand back on my arm in a placating gesture. “No, of course! He was an asshole! But you shouldn’t stop living your life because of him.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling loudly. “I know that. But I just…need some time. And having a dinner party every other weekend is not helping.”

She blows a raspberry with her tongue. “You know you love my parties. Besides, they help you loosen up.”

They don’t. I pretend to drink while my friends get drunk, eventually leaving when the party gets too much to handle. It’s not that they’re mean or anything. I just don’t enjoy being the only sober person in a room full of inebriated people. 

“And besides, Marcos specifically requested your famous tiramisu for dessert!” She gives me a pointed look, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. 

“I don’t-”

“We can go shopping tonight! Maybe Marcos can come over to uh, help.” She winks at me, and that smirk finally pops up.

“I’ll make the dessert but I’m not going. I mean it this time, Claudia.”

I sigh, looking at my reflection in the mirror as I smooth down my simple black dress. I say no and somehow I always end up going. How does she do that?

The doorbell rings and I hear the faint excited tone of Claudia welcoming someone in. I do one last quick hair check and force a smile on my face, taking a moment to look in the mirror to make sure it doesn’t look too forced before I head downstairs, closing my door behind me. 

“Decaf! There you are! Marcos is in the kitchen. Why don’t you help him with the wine he brought?” Claudia turns to put Marcos’s coat and umbrella on the coat stand, Marcos anticipating the rain that’s forecasted to come at some point.

“Wine isn’t really my-”

“There she is!” Marcos pops his head out of the kitchen, flashing me a brilliant smile. “Could you get the wine opener for me?”

Fake smile affixed, I nod. “Sure.” I follow him into the kitchen, turning to glare at Claudia over my shoulder who smiles and gestures towards Marcos before turning back to answer the next knock at the door. 

I grab the automatic wine opener from the drawer, Marcos smiling at me as I hold it up. “Thanks so much, D!” Well, at least it was better than Decaf. Even though I knew he knew where the opener was. 

“Of course. Do you remember how to work this thing?”

“I think so.” He takes the wine opener from me, gently brushing his fingers against mine in a not so subtle hint of flirting. He affixes the opener on the bottle and presses the button, watching as the electric opener does its thing.

It’s not that I don’t like Marcos. He’s attractive, nice, deep hazel eyes, and obviously likes me. He’s smart too, starting up his own bio med tech company with just an idea and a promise. I could be content with him, I guess. If it wasn’t for this odd feeling at the back of my brain about him, something I could never pinpoint exactly. Even so, I’m just not attracted to him no matter how hard I tried. And I promised myself after Dan that I wouldn’t settle just so I didn’t feel lonely anymore. 

“You look beautiful tonight, D. That dress fits you perfectly.”

I smile, knowing it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Thanks, Marcos. How’s work? The prototype coming along?”

He smiles and launches into a long winded explanation of what exactly was going on as he follows me around the kitchen, helping me set the food on the table while Claudia pours wine and passes out hors d'oeuvres for the other guests - there are about 12 of us total. He’s cute when he talks so passionately, but again I don’t feel any connection. And the feeling at the back of my brain scratches at me again, but I push it down, putting another smile on my face. 

Dinner starts, an appetizer of vegetable soup ladeled into bowls. Claudia is every bit the chef her mother is and more, making even the simplest dishes delectable. When the roast comes, a recipe passed down several generations in her family, another knock raps at the door. Claudia looks around at everyone, mentally counting before looking at me, her eyebrows raised in a are you expecting someone? Question. I shake my head, Claudia starting to push her chair back but I stand, placing my napkin on the side of my plate.

“I got it, Claud.”

Conversations resume behind me as I leave the room, walking down the hall to the front door. A quick glance out of the peephole shows me a man, silky button up shirt with a print of random brushes strokes stretching across his broad shoulders as he puts a cigarette out on the front steps, pushing his shoe into it. I slide the lock back and crack the door open, his eyes snapping up to my face and the air rushes from my lungs when I meet his gaze. Dark brown eyes bore into mine and he cocks his head slightly to the side, smiling slightly. Oh shit is he wearing two chains?

“Good evening, miss.”

Oh shit I hadn’t said a word.

“Oh. Uh, hi. Can I help you?”

He smiles a little wider, tossing his thumb over his shoulder. “My car stalled and my phone is dead. Could I come in and call someone?”

I don’t entirely believe his story, but something in his eyes makes my brain go fuzzy and a warmth I haven’t felt in a long time start between my legs. 

“S-sure. Come on in.” I open the door wider and he smiles at me, nodding as he walks past. 

“Thanks. I wasn’t sure anyone would be home. Seems a lot of people are away for the weekend.”

“Oh not really. People around here don’t actually live here. It’s their second homes.” In fact, ours was Claudia’s parent’s second home. Which is the only way I could afford a place this nice. 

“Ah. That makes sense.” We stand in the entryway, his eyes scanning my face with that little smile still playing at his lips. It’s several long moments before I realize I’m the one who should be talking. 

“Oh! Uh, can I take your coat….” It’s then I realize he doesn’t have one, not even carrying one. 

He chuckles. “I think I’m good. But thank you for the offer.” The lights hit the chains around his neck and I swallow hard, wondering what it would be like to feel those chains smack me in the face over and over and-

Laughter erupts from the dining hall and..oh shit I never asked his name. 

I tell him my name. “But you can call me D.”

“What’s that short for?”

“I…don’t want to say.”

“That bad, huh? I’ve had some bad nicknames in my time.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. But my name is Lucien.” He extends his hand and I shake it, melting internally as I feel how large his hand his, how warm, and my brain wanders away on the thot train of exactly what I want those hands to do. Another round of laughter from the dining room breaks my trance and I give my head a little shake, dropping his hand. 

“Dinner party,” I gesture down the hall towards the dining room. 

“Ah. I thought you just dressed beautifully for fun.”

I can feel the heat in my cheeks and I glance away, tucking hair behind my ear before looking back at him. “I uh…you said your phone is dead?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He pulls it from his pocket, turning it to show me the blank screen.

“I have a charger. Come, I’ll let you use it and then you can come have some food if you’d like?”

“Oh I don’t want to impose.”

“It’s no bother. Really.” I let my hand rest on his arm, giving it a small squeeze. Who even am I right now?

His eyes flick between mine before he nods. “Lead the way.”

I yell to Claudia that I’m getting my charger and she doesn’t question it, diving right back into whatever story she’s telling as I lead Lucien up the stairs. To my bedroom. What am I doing right now? Before I can think further, I’m at my door, opening the handle and crossing to my night stand, pulling the end out of my own phone and extending my hand. “Here. Let me charge it for you.”

He hesitates a moment before placing his phone in my hand. “I appreciate it, D.”

I plug in his phone and open mine. “Do you have a preferred mechanic?”

“For what?”

“Y-your car?”

“Oh! Right! Uh sure. Can I just?” He makes to grab my phone and I let him, hiding a smirk when I notice that the tips of his ears are red. He taps away at my phone and holds it up to his ear, ordering a mechanic to his car.

“Hey, what neighborhood is this?”

“Destiny Falls.”

“Destiny Falls….great…thanks.” He taps the screen and hands me back my phone. “Thanks.”

I take the phone from him, feeling his fingers touch mine, a chill running down my arm and straight between my legs. “N-no worries.”

He stares at me for a long moment, his eyes moving down my body and back up. “You mentioned dinner?”

“Shit! Sorry! Yeah, uh this way.”

He follows me back out and down the stairs. I can feel his eyes on my ass and so I put an extra emphasis on my walk, an extra sway in my hips and I swear I hear a small groan coming from him. 

“Hhhm?” I ask.

“What? Oh, I uh, I’m hungry.”

I open the door to the dining room, Lucien following me in. Everyone turns their heads to look, Claudia’s eyes moving furiously between us both before she stands. “Who’s this, Decaf?”

I widen my eyes at her, willing her to never use that nickname again. “This is Lucien. His car broke down a couple blocks away and no one else is home. His phone died so he couldn’t call anyone. He’s going to wait here for the mechanic.”

Lucien holds up his hand. “Hi. Thank you for allowing me into your home.”

Claudia smiles, waving him up. “Of course! Are you hungry? Let me get you a plate.”

“Oh I don’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense! Decaf, could you get him a plate and a chair? Marcos, scootch down a bit and we can put Lucien’s chair at the end.”

I look over at Marcos, who’s eyes are narrowed at Lucien, a hard look in them. 

Men.

I roll my eyes and turn towards the kitchen, motioning for Lucien to follow me. “Come on. I need those hands.” It’s not until we’re in the kitchen when I realize what I said.

“So. You need my hands, doll?”

“I meant for the chair, but we’ll see if I can find another use for them.” What the fuck did I just say?

He chuckles, his eyes darkening. “I’m sure you’ll find me more than willing to help with whatever you want me for.”

Fuck, he’s looking at me and he has to know what he said. Lucien takes a few steps towards me, stepping inside the comfortable distance between strangers. Does he know that the heat between my thighs is almost unbearable at this point? I’m tempted to get him seated and go take care of myself before I get into trouble. 

“I-”

“Hey, D. Need any help?” Marcos had come through the door. I jump back, startled. Why do I feel guilty? I don’t owe Marcos anything. 

“Hey Marcos. No, I think we got it.”

“Here, Lucien. Let me show you where the spare chairs are.”

Lucien looks down at me and winks before following Marcos. “After you.” 

I make Lucien a plate of food and bring it out to the table, the conversation still moving forward. I set the plate down and go back to the kitchen to get him a drink when I hear raised voices from the back storage closet where the chairs are. I can’t make it out but they’re definitely arguing. 

Ugh, men. 

Then the storage room door pops open and Lucien exits, carrying a chair. The look on his face is hard, anger etching into his face, but then he sees me and it disappears immediately, giving me a smile. “Got the chair.”

He walks towards me as Marcos takes a moment to close the door. “Everything ok, guys?”

“We’re great, D.”

“Because it sounded like you were fighting.”

“Nope. All good.” Marcos’s voice was flat, not his normal charismatic, charming tone he uses to win everyone over. I don’t believe him but it’s not the time to press him. 

Lucien sits at the table and everyone starts asking him questions, his face animatedly answering all of them. The conversation pauses, everyone stopping to drink or eat or talk between themselves. Lucien shifts in his chair beside me, his leg brushing against mine and I gasp, trying to hide it as a small cough. But the twinkle in his eye tells me he heard me and knew exactly what I did. Not even the glare from Marcos at Lucien could ruin the mood for me. Lucien presses his leg into mine further, taking a sip of wine as he cracks a joke and everyone laughs, the ring on his pointer finger sparkling in the light from the chandelier. I can’t take it any more, the throbbing between my thighs is so intense I swear everyone can hear it. I need to get out of the room. 

“Excuse me. I’ll uh…I’ll go check on your phone.” I hastily stand, pushing my chair back. 

“Do you want help, D?” Marcos asks, halfway to standing himself.

“No! Uh, no. I can check a phone myself, thanks.” 

I walk calmly from the room, waiting until the door closes behind me before I take the stairs 2 at a time, closing my bedroom door behind me and pressing my back against it, feeling the coolness of the wood seep through my thin dress, but it does nothing to dull the ache between my legs. I sit on my bed next to my night stand, legs on the floor and put my hands over my face. Get it together. A quiet knock makes me jerk and snap my head up, moving my hands just enough to speak.

“Who is it?”

“Lucien.”

Shit.

“What can I do for you?”

“I uh, just need to check on my phone?”

Oh right.

“Come on in.”

As Lucien opens the door, I lean back slightly, placing my arms behind me and lean on them. Lucien gently closes the door and crosses the room, his pant leg brushing against my bare knee as he reaches for his phone and presses the power button, light shining in his face. I press my thighs together in what I hope is an inconspicuous manner.

“Only 15%. This phone takes forever to charge. Do you mind if I charge it a little more?”

“Not at all.”

“Thanks.” He sets the phone down and turns his head to look at me, his eyes flicking to my thighs that are currently jammed together so tight even water couldn’t get through them.

“Let me help you with your problem.”

I swallow hard. “P-problem?”

“Yes. Your problem.”

“I..I don’t have…” I lose all track of what I was going to say as his eyes darken, slowly raking over my body before landing on my own darkened gaze, smirking at me. 

“I’m an excellent…helper.”

“I..I d-don’t have a p-problem.”

“No?”

I shake my head, not even convincing myself. But then my voice catches in my throat as he gets on his knees in front of me, his fingers gently swirling a random pattern across my knees and lower thighs. My skin sears where he touches me, and I can feel how soaked I’m getting. He gently wraps his hands around my knees and slowly pushes them open, the cool air not doing much to cool me down. My chest heaves as his eyes move up my legs, his gaze disappearing under my shortened dress, honing in on where I need him. 

“I think I found your problem.”

“Y-yeah?”

He slowly slides his hand up my thigh, my breath coming out in little spurts the higher he gets. His hand disappears under my dress and then I feel him, his finger sliding up the middle of me still over my underwear and my hips jolt, immediately betraying all sense of logic in my brain, the side of me that’s screaming this is a stranger!

“Good news. I can help fix your problem.”

“Y-you can?”

“Do you want me to?”

I’m still propped up on my elbows, gazing down at this man who is kneeling between my legs, hand up my dress, rubbing tiny circles into my inner thigh with the tip of his finger, his eyes nearly black with lust, my logic side screaming at me to tell him no, to tell him to stop, to play it safe.

But I’m tired of being called Decaf.

“Yes.”

He smirks, sliding his hands up further, fingers pinching the fabric of my panties before he slides them down and off, tossing them behind him without looking. He gently places my legs over his shoulders, pushing my thighs open wider with his broad shoulders. 

“Show me,” he says it calmly, but it’s also commanding and I shiver.

I grip the bottom of my dress and pull it up over my hips, exposing myself to him. His eyes move to stare at my cunt, darkening the rest of the way. He moves his fingers to spread me and I gasp at his touch as he takes me all in. 

“Fuck!” I yell out as he quickly dips his head and licks up the center of me, his tongue curling around the bundle of nerves. My thighs try to jam against his head but he is so damn broad that all they do is weakly twitch against his shoulders as he works me open with his mouth, moaning into my cunt.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, I-” words tumble from me in an incoherent jumble. I feel one of his thick fingers swirling around my entrance before he pushes it all the way in, the cool metal of his ring brushing against my skin. My mouth is open in a silent scream, but then he pulls his finger out, adding another, his head lifted to watch as he fucks me with his fingers, the lewd squelches filling the quiet room.

He moves his head back down, gently sucking on my clit and my fingers fly to his head, twisting into his beautiful curls and gripping it as I moan his name, his fingers curling inside of me, slowly stroking at that spot. I can feel myself tightening, pulsing around his fingers as he pushes me closer to the edge. But then he pulls his hand out, his mouth leaving me and I huff.

“What the fu-”

He stands, undoing the buttons on his shirt before taking it off, tossing it on the floor. He’s not 6 pack fit but he’s trim, a small tummy poking out by his pant line that I desperately want to bite. His large hands work open his pants and before I know it, he springs free, heavy and ready.

“Take off your dress.”

It takes me a moment to tear my eyes away from him, nearly ripping my dress in half in my haste to rid myself of it. I unlatch my bra too, tossing it wherever it lands. Lucien pushes my legs open, settling himself between my thighs, pressing his chest against mine. I think he’s going to say something but then all words leave my brain as he pushes inside of me, splitting me open, hand clasped over my mouth as I scream into it, hands flailing around simply because I don’t know what to do with them. He burns me slightly from the stretch but I don’t even care. He bottoms out and just sits there a few moments, his own chest heaving with self-restraint. 

Without pulling out, he thrusts further in, pressing at a spot inside of me I didn’t even know existed. A whiny yelp escapes me before his hand clamps over my mouth again, his eyes finding mine as he continues this slow assault. He tentatively removes his hand, my mouth hanging open as jolt of pleasure radiates out from my cunt with every thrust of his hips. 

“Do you want me to fuck you into this bed, doll?”

I nod frantically, my hands gripping his ass in an attempt to move him faster.

“Tell me.”

“Please. Please Lucien, fuck me into my bed I-” he clamps his hand over my mouth again, his hips picking up to a rapid pace as he fucks into me, lifting my leg over his hip to change the angle. Then he somehow gathers my flailing hands in one of his large ones, pinning them into the bed above my head as he continues to snap his hips into mine, each thrust driving me rapidly towards the edge he had already brought me to earlier. The thin chains he wore brush against my face with every thrust, and I moan into his hand. 

And then I fling myself over the edge, each thrust of his hips carrying me further and further into this bliss. I’ve never experienced this, not in this way, not this intense, rolling waves of pleasure pulsing over my entire body. I feel his hand loosen their grip, no longer over my mouth and they squeeze my hips, flipping me over so quickly my head spins slightly. I bury my face in my blankets and moan as he thrusts into me, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets a rapid pace, pushing my back down to curve my ass up further. To my surprise, I feel one of his hands snake around me, finding my clit and applying the perfect touch, perfect amount of pressure as he drives me towards the edge again at a rapid pace. He pulls me up, my back flush against his chest, his arm wrapping around me to continue touching me while the other holds my hair tightly and I come, his name gasping from my lips as I feel his hips sputter against me, a mix of hard and soft grunts in my ear before he loosens his fingers, letting me drop back to my hands. 

He pulls out with a grunt and I immediately feel light, empty, and a little sore but in a good way. He looks at me and I point to my en suite bathroom, still trying to catch my breath. He disappears for several moments before coming back out, a wet washcloth in hand. He looks at me, still in the same position he left me in and moves behind me, pressing the cloth to my sensitive skin. I twitch and hear a low chuckle as he continues to clean me up. He helps me lay on my back, his finger tracing circles around my nippple before giving it a little pinch. 

“We better get back to your party.”

“My what?” I’d completely forgotten there even was a dinner party happening. He laughs, his hand resting on my stomach.

“Your dinner party. Surely your friends will wonder where you are.”

“Maybe. Or we could just stay here, naked, and see what happens?”

His eyes darken again and he leans forward, pulling a boob into his mouth and sucking on it. I gasp but then he drops it, sitting back up.

“As much as I’d love that, we should probably get back downstairs.”

I’m hurt, but he’s right. Soon enough my friends would send a search party. And I don’t want any of them to see this complete stranger, balls deep inside of me. Although if you asked me when he was actually balls deep, I wouldn’t have cared at all. 

Lucien dresses first and heads back downstairs, winking at me before he closes the door. I quickly rinse off, careful not to wet my hair before trying to fix it to what it was before. I smooth down my dress and hope no one notices the difference. I decide to check the power on his phone before I head down, just to give him an update, expecting it to not be any higher than maybe 20%. But when I light the screen up, my eyebrows furrow together. It was fully charged. Why did he lie? Was it just to fuck me? I wouldn’t have cared if his phone was fully charged. 

I take it from the charger and head back downstairs, sounds of laughter echoing up the stairwell. I sneak in through the back door, grabbing another bottle of wine on my way in as an excuse for taking so long. I realize I have no idea how much time I’d spent upstairs, but people were just finishing eating, so it couldn’t have been too long. 

I feel eyes on me, but none more than Marcos. His eyes bore into me, hardening the longer he looks at me. He glances between Lucien and me as I hand him his phone, a look of realization settling into his features. Before I can say anything he abruptly stands up, mumbling something about a cigarette break before heading out on the back porch. A moment passes and Lucien pats his pockets, asking Claudia if she thinks Marcos will let him bum a cigarette off of him. She smiles and tells him he definitely will. Lucien gets up and excuses himself, heading out the back door to find Marcos. 

Claudia keeps looking at me, her eyes narrowing but a smile forming, like she’s starting to piece together what happened. Before she can ask, I excuse myself, heading towards the backyard to find Lucien and Marcos. But when I open the door I hear raised voices coming from further in the backyard. 

“You need to fucking leave, Lucien.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you give me what’s mine, Marcos.”

“It’s not yours anymore, I told you that!”

“That’s because you fucking stole it from me, asshole!”

What the hell are they talking about?

“You say stole, I say borrowed-”

“It took me forever to find you and now you don’t even have the balls to admit you stole from me?”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you!”

I hear the sound of fists landing and I close the last several steps, their fighting bodies moving into my view.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

They both stop, pushing back from each other and looking at me. Marcos tries to put on his normal charming smile, but that nagging feeling about him roars inside of me. ���Hey, D.”

“Don’t hey me, Marcos. What’s going on?”

“Oh uh Lucien and I were just messing around, right?” He looks at Lucien who glares back at him.

“No. We were not. You stole from me.”

Marcos narrows his eyes. “And how could I have stolen anything from you?”

“You were my intern! You worked on my project and then you stole it to start your little start up!”

“Wait, what?” I look between them, confused. 

“D, he’s crazy. He’s just some guy off the street. You don’t even know him-”

“Oh she knows me plenty.” 

My jaw drops as Marcos looks between us. 

“Wait…did…did you sleep with her when you went to get your phone?”

I can feel my cheeks heating up but Lucien speaks before I do. “Yeah. I did. I fucked her good. Had her screaming my name. Begging me to fuck her.”

Marcos’s mouth opens and closes, anger flashing in his eyes and I can feel tears pooling in mine, a mixture of anger and embarrassment as Lucien continues to speak.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it Marcos? To have something you want so badly taken away from you? I knew the moment I saw you look at her that you wanted her. So I fucked her first. You take something from me, I take something from you.”

Marcos stands there fuming, looking furious at Lucien, but no longer even looking my way. “You can’t just come in here-”

“I can. And I came in her too.”

SLAP!

My hand stings with the force of contact but I swallow any cry of pain. Lucien brings his hand to his cheek, turning to finally look at me, an odd expression on his face.

“D, listen. Marcos isn’t who you think he is. He-” 

WHAM!

Marcos’s fist collides with Lucien’s face and he stumbles backwards. He rallies quickly, swinging for Marcos. I yell for them to stop but I may as well have been talking to the wall. The men fight, throwing themselves at each other, yelling insults that I can only halfway make out. But then Lucien pins Marcos to the ground, pounding on his face. I run up to him and grab his arm. 

“Stop!”

Lucien looks at my hand on his arm and then at me before glancing down at Marcos who had just passed out. He looks back at me, his face softening as he lowers his fist, slowly standing up with a series of tiny grunts.

“D, I’m sorry, I-”

“Did you just fuck me to get back at him?”

He’s quiet for longer than I’d like, and I hate the tears that start to fall. I’m not delusional. I know nothing would come of it. I didn’t even know the guy. But a part of me had held onto some idea that maybe it was something more, could be something more. 

“Not…not at the end.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gestures to a couple of chairs. “Can I explain?”

I sit, I probably shouldn’t have but good decisions went out the window a long time ago. Lucien sits in the chair across from me, shifting his weight forward to be closer to me. 

“Years ago, I hired Marcos as my intern. His name then was Juan. He helped me with my research. I had a bio tech lab and was working on some ground breaking tech. But then one day, I come in and everything is gone. He’d stolen everything, all of my years of research just gone. And then I see his face being put up as the new man to watch in all of the science and tech magazines and I see it, my tech being claimed by this imposter.” Lucien spits on Marcos’s body. 

That explains the weird vibe I’d always gotten from him. He was a lying cheat. 

“So what about tonight?”

“Ah. Well it had taken me years but I finally tracked him down. And every time I tried to get close, to get him to confess he would somehow weasel out of it. But then I saw him connected to a social media post about a dinner party. I hired a PI to figure out where and I..well I knocked on the door.”

“So your car?”

“Isn’t really broken down, no.”

“Your phone was fully charged.”

“It was already at 87% when I first plugged it in.”

I sit with this information for a few moments. “So what about…me?”

Lucien’s face softens as he looks at me. “Then there was you. I didn’t expect to see anyone here I actually was intrigued by, but there you were. I pushed it aside to get to Marcos but then I saw how he acted around you, the way he looked at you, the pure desire in every inch of him. So I flirted and got close. You were hot and I figured I could fuck you to make him get super pissed. But then you took your dress off so easily and I could tell you weren’t really that kind of person and I just… lost myself a bit when I was inside you. By the end, I was hating myself for using you. I…I’m sorry.”

Well. There you have it. I was right about Marcos being too charming for a reason, a reason he had now confessed to, recorded on Lucien’s phone no doubt. I’m mad, I want to hit him but I also get it. And damn was he the best fuck I’ve ever had. 

I lean forward, curling my finger around the chains on his neck as I pull him closer. 

“Wanna go for round 2?”

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Let Me Be Yours-Noah Sebastian.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: abusive/cheating ex, swearing, angst, fluff, smut.

Summary: Reader was in an abusive relationship, and she ended up pushing away the one guy who never did her wrong. Noah refused to let her feel as if she wasn't worthy of love; especially when he had so much to give her.

Authors Note: This was requested by @themodern-daywednesday! I really hope you like it. Since there are talks of abusive exes, please read with caution. I used my own experience with my own abusive ex-boyfriend as a way to express myself. Oh, the reader's nickname is Angel in this as well but no correlation to Miracle!

Also, this is during long hair Noah era because he will always be my favorite.

The music vibrated through the house as I leaned against the living room wall, staring down into the red solo cup in my hand. At one point there was cold beer in it but now, it was more like room temp and untouched. When Jolly poured me the beer over an hour ago, it sounded good, though now I'd much rather toss it into the sink and crawl upstairs to my room; well, the guest room.

I pushed my way through the crowd of people that filled the house for this little party and threw the cup into the garbage. Hugging my hoodie closer to my chest, I went to maneuver my way past a couple that was making out against the fridge but halted when I noticed the long brown hair pulled back into a low bun. It could have been anyone, but I knew that hair, I also knew the snake tattoo that coiled around the guy's neck.

"No," I muttered while backing up into the kitchen island, accidentally knocking over the array of alcohol.

The sound of glasses falling gained the attention of those close by and when he finally pulled away from attacking the girl's lips, my tired eyes met with his cold blue ones and I shuddered.

"Y/N?"

"Jared, wh-wha-what are you doing here?" The words stumbled over my tongue.

Who the hell invited my ex to the party?

Jared shrugged. "I heard through the grapevine that this was happening so I figured I'd stop by."

Even with the ice-cold fear filling my veins and harsh memories of us creeping back into my mind, I stood tall against him. I refused to let him know how seeing him again was affecting me.

With my arms over my chest, I raised a brow. "You know this is Jolly's and Noah's house, right?"

At the mention of the latter, Jared's jaw ticked as he stalked away from the girl he was making out with moments ago and over towards me.

"That would explain why you're here," his voice was filled with hate.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm staying with them since I let you have the apartment, even though you were the unfaithful one."

My ex-boyfriend, scratch that; asshole, dickhead, piece of shit ex-boyfriend stood there in front of me with that stupid, smug smile. I hated that smile. And him.

I wasted a year of my life with this guy and the entire relationship; he made me feel unworthy and was only good for one thing; sex. I never gave it to him but that never stopped him from trying. And when I continued to deny him, Jared found other girls to beg for a quick fuck.

He wasn't only a cheating prick, but he also was an abusive piece of shit; more mentally and emotionally than physically. The way he manipulated me into thinking that I needed him in order to survive or sometimes even pulled the typical 'if you leave, I'll kill myself' bullshit. Jared made me believe I wasn't pretty enough and forced me to wear baggy shirts or sweaters and pants. I could never dress up because he would claim I was dressing up for someone else. I never did my hair or makeup for these reasons as well. I began pushing all of my friends away because it made me believe that all I needed was Jared.

The mental and emotional abuse was the worst, but that didn't mean he never raised a hand to me. One time, in front of my group of friends, Jared thought it would be hilarious to choke me out to see how long I could last. Another time, I was talking to him about how I was depressed and afraid of doing something to myself.

His response?

Jared said I was too much of a pussy to do anything and to prove that, he took a mechanical pencil and dug it into my wrist leaving half an inch of a scar.

Maybe that's why Noah hates him so much.

At the thought of my best friend, I quickly scanned the packed house wondering if he noticed Jared was here.

"Looking for lover boy? Think he'll save you again?"

I snapped my eyes over to Jared and almost spat in his face. "Fuck you, Jared! You need to leave."

"What are you going to do, Y/N?" he stepped closer to me with a raised brow. "Noah isn't here to protect you from me. Did you scare him off yet? It's only a matter of time until he realizes what a pain in the ass you are. I mean, if you never put out for me, why would you for him? You're a virgin, Y/N. Girls are always throwing themselves at him and why would he waste his time with someone as inexperienced as you?"

"Screw you!" I stepped up in his face. "Noah is nothing like you; he would never do the things to me you did. He actually cares."

Jared raised a hand to brush over his jaw but out of instinct, I reeled back and prepared for the hit to come, though it never did. All I heard over the music was his dark laughter.

"You're pathetic. You couldn't even dress up for a party?" Jared motioned to my sweater and leggings. "What the fuck did I ever see in you?"

With his hand linked with the girl from earlier, who was too drunk to realize what was going on, Jared threw his shoulder into me as he walked past. I stumbled over my feet but could save myself from falling. Tears burned in the corners of my eyes and I decided I was over this party. The bed upstairs sounded way better than being anywhere Jared might be.

"No," I told myself, worrying Jared might have been right. "Noah would never do that to you. He's the one that offered you a place to stay."

When I found Jared cheating on me yet again, I couldn't take the pain anymore so I packed a few bags and showed up on Noah's doorstep: seeing him for the first time in three months.

"I don't have anywhere else to go," I cried, tears slipping from my eyes.

Noah sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder to pull me inside, letting the door close behind us.

That was two days ago and after telling me I could stay in the guest room for as long as I needed, I took that literally and held up in the guest room for the last two days. Noah tried texting me when I was with Jared but I never responded. Another thing Jared didn't like, me talking to my best friends. The fact that Noah and Jolly were still willing to let me stay with them showed how big their hearts were.

Speaking of hearts, mine throbbed in the cage in my chest as I thought about how Noah looked when I showed up the other day. His long hair was pulled back messily with a claw clip and his gold round glasses perched on his nose looking absolutely breathtaking. I always was attracted to Noah but never acted on it because he never felt the same way. We'd been good friends for so long, we didn't want to risk loosing that because of feelings.

Noah never said that, but I always assumed that because he gave no indication that he felt something more than just friends with me.

"Hey, you alright?"

A soft voice pulled me from my thoughts and I noticed Nick Ruflio leaning against the wall beside me. His eyes were filled with concern as he looked me over.

Noah wasn't the only one that knew about Jared and our toxic relationship; the rest of the guys did as well. We all were incredibly close for years while they knew certain things Jared had done to me, Noah was the only one that knows how bad my mind was fucked up.

The first night here, I stayed up with Noah and told him everything. To say he was furious was an understatement. I had to talk him down multiple times for finding Jared and kicking his ass.

Hearing my name called, I shook out the thoughts and gave my best fake smile to Nick.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured him.

"Really? Because Folio said he saw Jared out back," Nick said.

I cursed while running my sweaty palms against my thighs. "Did Noah see him?"

"No," Nick shook his head. "But it's only a matter of time. Folio is trying to get Jared to leave."

"Fuck you! Piece of shit!"

Oh no, I know that voice. I dream of that ethereal voice.

Nick and I both pushed past the now-growing group of people that gathered outside in the backyard. The party was long forgotten, and guilt ate away at me knowing it was my fault. This party was a going away party for Bad Omens because they leave for tour tomorrow. At first, I was nervous that I would have to leave and find somewhere else to stay but both Jolly and Noah reassured me I could stay here while they were gone.

There was a loud sound of skin hitting skin and what I saw made me halt in my footsteps. Folio had a hand on Noah's chest to keep him back from Jared, who was sporting a bloody lip.

Well, it was safe to say Noah knew Jared was here.

"That's all you got, lover boy? I've hit Y/N harder than that," Jared spit.

Noah pushed passed Folio to grab Jared by the collar of his shirt and lay a fist into his jaw, this time knocking him to the ground. I was still in my frozen state watching this all play out while both Nicks were holding Noah back and Jolly stepped in front of me when Jared glared up at me.

He spit into the grass before pointing at me. "You're wasting your time with her, Noah. She doesn't put out; bitch is still a virgin. Why do you think I cheated on her?"

Noah stiffened before his gaze finally landed on me, realizing for the first time I was watching.

Okay, maybe I didn't tell Noah everything about my relationship with Jared. I hid the fact that I was a virgin from him, something that seemed to shock him because Noah's lips were parted slightly. Now I knew any chance with him was nonexistent because of his one rule: He doesn't do virgins.

"It has nothing to do with them not knowing what to do. It's from personal experience. They might get too attached and I'm not looking for a relationship like that." His words echoed in my brain.

I cast my gaze down at my feet with the attention of everyone on me and tears burned at the corners of my eyes before they fell. Seeing me cry made Noah clench his fists and was fast on Jared, pinning him down to lay fist after fist into his face. The sound made me cringe as I tried to look away but couldn't. The muscles in Noah's back tensed as he laid a bone breaking punch to Jareds nose.

Finding this to be so attractive and hot is wrong but the way my pussy clenched, I knew I enjoyed being wrong.

People were whispering under their breath wondering if Noah was going to stop and fearing the worst, I stepped out from behind Jolly and over to Noah. There was blood from Jared splattered over the front of his sweater and the sight of Jared's mangled nose and mouth made me almost puke but I kept my eyes straight on Noah.

His name fell from my lips as I laid my hand on his shoulder. When he felt my gentle touch, Noah's body shook as he let out a breath.

"Come on," I urged him off of Jared. "He's not worth it."

Noah's eyes bounced from me to Jared before he rose off of him, giving him one last kick to his gut for the final blow.

"If you come near her again; if you even think of her again, I'll break every single one of your fingers," Noah threatened.

"Alright, I think the party is over," Jolly's voice carried as he dismissed the party goers.

As they slowly dissipated from the yard and house, I laid a hand on Noah's chest and felt the erratic pace of his heart. I then grabbed his hand and hissed when I saw the cuts and blood across his knuckles.

"I'm fine," Noah said while trying to pull his hand away.

But I gripped it tighter. "Let's get you cleaned up."

With a sigh, Noah agreed and as we walked back into the house, Jared's voice called after me.

"You'll come crawling back to me, bitch. You're nothing without me!"

Noah turned to lunge back at him but I was faster as I stalked back to Jared's crumpled body on the grass. Without a second thought, I pulled my foot back before sending it right into his face. I was only wearing socks so the hit of bone on bone made me gasp out in pain as I hobbled on my good foot.

"I'd say go to hell, but it looks like you're already there," I spat, motioning to the constant wounds that covered his face.

I tried to turn on my heels but the action made me fall to my knees and clutch my foot. But before I could hit the ground, Noah scooped me up into his arms and carried me inside.

"Noah," I protested.

He ignored me and walked through the now empty house and up the stairs. He passed the guest room and headed straight to his, kicking the door shut behind us.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he set me on the bed.

Instantly, I felt out of place. I've been to his house many times but never in his bedroom. I've seen what it looked like while he streamed but now actually seeing it with my own eyes, made me feel as if I was intruding in his personal space.

With be on the edge of the bed, Noah pulled over his computer chair and sat down while grabbing my injured foot. He carefully removed the sock and looked at the bruising skin.

"It's not that bad," I said.

He peered up at me through his lashes. "You could have broken your foot, angel."

My heart hammered in my chest at the nickname. Noah's called me that a few times throughout the years and every single time, it made my skin tingle. There was a soft knock at his door and we both saw Jolly peer his head in while holding an ice pack.

"Thought you might need this," he tossed it to Noah.

I smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you."

As the door closed again, I winced in pain when Noah pressed the ice pack to the top of my foot. Neither of us said anything for the next while, letting the silence fill the air, until the guilt for ruining the party ate away at me.

"I'm sorry about the party," I apologized quietly.

Noah let the ice pack fall to the floor as he leaned back in his chair with raised brows.

"Why the fuck are you apologizing?"

I shrugged while playing with my fingers in my lap. "I should have made him leave the first time I saw him tonight."

Now he tensed as his elbows rested on his knees. "When did you see him? What did he say to you?"

"Nothing, it's not important, Noah. Can we forget this even happened?" I begged.

The last thing I wanted was to repeat those hurtful things Jared spewed to me, especially to Noah. He was already angry, who's to say he won't find Jared and beat his ass. Again.

"Angel," Noah warned.

"Fine," I groaned. "I ran into him in the kitchen earlier tonight and he said the same shit he usually did. How I was pathetic and wondered what he ever saw in me. He also said that I'll push you away eventually because I'm-."

My voice broke off, not wanting to repeat those words. Although Noah already knew, I knew he would want me to say it.

"Because you what?" He pressed with a slight edge to his voice.

I knew it wasn't because of me but that did nothing to ease the slight fear in my gut. I had to keep reminding myself that Noah wasn't Jared. He wouldn't hurt me. But with everything Jared put me through, it fucked up my brain so that I couldn't tell the difference between someone that actually cared to one that only wanted to cause me pain.

I was so fucked up that I felt the need to lie to Noah about things because I was afraid of how he would react.

Jared was so controlling that I pushed all of my friends away, both the Nicks, Jolly, and Noah. And when I came crawling back after not listening to their warnings of Jared, they still took me in without a second thought.

I always knew, deep down, that I had strong feelings for Noah. I never said it out loud but as much as I tried to deny it, I knew that what I was feeling was that scary four letter word. But knowing that he didn't feel the same pushed me into the first man's arms that showed me a hint of attention.

"Angel," Noah's soft grip on my chin brought me out of my thoughts. "What else did he say to you?"

My bottom lip trembled as I let out a broken breath. Just this small gesture of kindness made my heart sore into my throat.

"He said that you won't waste your time with me because I'm a virgin. You have girls throwing themselves at you all the time, why would you waste your time with someone like me?"

My eyes squeezed shut for a moment to keep the tears away but when I opened them, Noah's gaze was burning deep into me, almost down to the core of my existence. I became nervous and tried to move his grasp from my face but it only made him grip my chin tighter.

"I'm going to kick his ass; again," He pushed himself away from me before rising to his feet.

"Noah," I reached for him but he moved too fast. "Just leave him alone, he's been through enough."

"Stop defending him!" he spun on his heels to point a finger at me.

I flinched at the sudden raise of his voice and Noah's face fell, guilt filling his eyes.

"Shit, I'm sorry angel," He ran a hand over his face. "I just hate hearing you defend him."

"I'm not," I stated with a shaky voice. "He's not worth it anymore, alright? I want to try to forget everything he put me through."

Noah eventually nodded and came back over to me except now he sat on the bed next to me. There was something radiating off of him and his fingers twitched in his lap. There'd been many times we were in closed proximity but something about right this moment made my palms sweat and belly burn with a rousing desire. I could smell his cologne as it engulfed my senses while his body heat wrapped around me like a safety net, letting me know Noah will do anything and everything to keep me safe.

"I should go-."

"Are you really a virgin?"

We both spoke at the same time but hearing his question made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I'm humiliated enough with it being brought up in front of everyone tonight, please don't get me shit for it," I grumbled while crossing my arms over my chest.

Noah shook his head, his knee brushing against mine. A shot of electricity shot through me and I yearned to feel more of his touch.

"I'm not," there was something in his tone of voice that made me read the soft features of his face.

"It doesn't matter. It's not like a guy would find me attractive enough to want to sleep with me. I'm nothing special," I shrugged.

A muscle in Noah's jaw ticked. "Stop talking like that."

"It's true, Noah. No one wants a girl as damaged as me, especially a virgin," I stood slowly to my feet, not wanting too much pressure my bad foot. "I'm going to go."

As I tentatively walked past Noah, his hand gripped my wrist and pulled me into his lap, both of my knees landing on either side of him. His large hands gripped my hips to keep me in place as I fought against him, all while my heart was thundering in my chest. We were so close now, that I could feel his warm breath fan over my lips.

"That's bullshit," he spoke.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You said it yourself, Noah. You don't do virgins. What makes any other guy different?"

One hand left my hip to cup my cheek. "You're different."

"Right," I scoffed. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

Noah's eyes searched mine deeply, a slight frown pulling at his lips.

"He really fucked you up, huh?"

With both of my hands on his chest, I pushed him away. "I'm not worth it."

A squeal erupted from my throat when I felt myself being tossed onto the bed, Noah towering over me. Strands of his long hair cascaded around my face and without thinking, I brushed it back while running my nails along his scalp. Noah made a noise in the back of his throat when his eyes fluttered shut.

"You're worth everything, angel," he buried his face into the crook of my neck. "I'd get on my knees for you."

My breath caught in my throat at his words. Surely he didn't mean that. We never talked like this with each other.

"I have a lot of regrets," Noah now brushed his nose over mine. "One of them being not telling you how I felt earlier."

I gulped as my heart pounded loudly in my ears. No, he didn't mean what I thought he did. There was no way he felt the same.

"Noah," I breathed. "What are you saying?"

My fingers were still tangled in his hair as our eyes locked with each other.

"Let me prove to you that you're worth it, angel." His eyes sparkled as he almost begged me.

"Won't this-what about-," my words stammered over my tongue.

I was beyond nervous for what he was asking and I was afraid of what the outcome would be afterwards.

Noah's lips brushed along my jawline. "Let me be yours. I'll worship you and make you feel wanted and loved. Would you let me do that for you?"

Oh. Shit.

Every single part of me buzzed with so many emotions; shock, excitement, anticipation for what this meant, and the one that outweighed all of them was want.

I drank in the entire sight of Noah as he leaned over me. His hips hovered over mine while his lips continued to lightly brush across the skin of my jaw all the way down my neck. The small amount of facial hair that covered his face tickled with every brush and his long hair that fell out from the clip he used to keep it away from his face felt like silk against my fingers. Noah took off his sweater when we first came up to his room and now the colors of his various tattoos on his arms stood out in stark contrast to his white shirt.

"Yes," I finally said.

Quickly, his lips were on mine in a fiery, starving kiss and I moaned into it, never in my life experienced this amount of desire from someone. Noah wanted me, fucked up brain and all. His tongue molded with mine and our teeth smacked together, trying to devour every inch of my mouth.

When his hips pressed hard against mine, I broke apart the kiss to lean my head deeper into the mattress below. It felt so good when the outline of his cock brushed against my heated core, and I wanted needed more.

"Noah, please," I begged while raising my hips up into him.

"What do you want, angel?"

His mouth bit and sucked at the spot of skin beneath my ear, and I shuddered underneath him.

"Anything. I just need to feel something good," I admitted.

Noah leaned back onto his knees and motioned to my sweater. "Take it off."

I hesitated because I was only wearing a bra underneath and the thought of him seeing it made me suddenly nervous. He noticed because he leaned down to leave a tender kiss on my lips.

"Trust me. I've been wanting to see you like this for a long time. Take it off, angel."

With a nod, I sat up off of the bed and shed my sweater and to the ground. Noah's eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of my black lace bra and he licked his lips as he reached behind me to unclip it. It fell away from me onto the bed and immediately, his hands cupped my left breast, fingers pinching my nipples.

"Shit," I gasped, the feeling shooting straight down to my core.

"So perfect," Noah murmured while his free hand slid down my stomach to brush across the waistband of my leggings.

Without even asking, I raised my hips off the bed to help his slide them off of me. Now I lay in front of him in only a black thong and could faintly make out the outline of his cock in his jeans. Noah's eyes darted from my body up to my face, eyes holding mine steady.

"How far do you want to go?"

My mouth ran dry realizing what he meant. If we went through with this, Noah would be my first. And knowing how he felt about virgins gave me pause. He reassured me I was different but what would that mean for our friendship?

"Would this make things weird between us?" I asked biting my lip.

Noah groaned at the sight and left a kiss right where my lip was caught between my teeth.

"I thought I told you I'm yours, angel. I've wanted you for so long and now that I have you, I'm not letting you go."

For the hundredth time that night, my heart warmed at his words so I gave him his answer in a heated kiss and took off my panties myself.

"I'm yours, Noah." I repeated his words back to him.

Seeing me naked in front of him lit a fire under his ass because he scrambled off the bed and took off his shirt then pants and briefs in one go. I stared hungrily at the way his thick cock sprung free and slapped against the inside of his thigh.

Fuck, he looked absolutely gorgeous with his tattoos.

"I'm going to work you up before, alright? Spread your legs for me."

I did what he said, and when he saw the wetness between my legs, Noah groaned. "Just a taste."

Although, I never had sex I did fool around with Jared; oral and hand stuff. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to Noah and the way his tongue licked up my dripping arousal before rubbing small circles over my clit.

"Shit," I panted. "So good."

A finger slid over my entrance, up and down, before slipping inside of me. Noah worked his fingers in a slow rhythm while his tongue worked fast. Then another finger slipped inside and now, his fingers and tongue matched in pace as he brought me closer to the brink. My orgasm was cresting higher to its crescendo and my moans of pleasure echoed through the small room as my nails dug deep into the blanket. I arched off the bed while my knees shook, the wave of pleasure about to yank me in to drown me.

"Cum for me, angel. I want to taste every part of you," Noah breathed against my clit as his fingers speared inside of me.

His name rolled off of my lips in an earth shattering whine, the power behind this orgasm like nothing I've ever experienced.

"Good girl," he mused as he crawled up closer to my face.

I felt heat rush from my heart straight to my pussy at hearing his praise and nearly lost it when his lips met mine, forcing his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself on him. My nails dug into the skin of his back to pull him closer to me. He had his cock held steady at my slick entrance and my mouth salivated seeing the pre-cum at the slit.

"Are you on anything or should I grab a condom?"

I nodded. "I'm on the pill. Even though I've never had sex, I still wanted to be safe."

"Okay, let me know if you want me to stop," Noah said.

When I nodded again, Noah slowly sunk the head past my lips and I tensed immediately which made him pull back when he was less than halfway in.

"Don't tense, just breathe with me."

Noah let out a deep breath along with me as he pressed deeper inside of me and I screwed my eyes shut when he met some resistance.

"Eyes on me, angel," he demanded with his hand wrapped around my throat.

Oh shit.

Noah's eyes were black now, filled with lust as he finally pushed past that resistance and sunk completely into me.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Noah leaned his forehead against mine.

His pace was slow, almost as if he was holding back, and while it hurt at first, now the pain subsided and all I felt was pure euphoric bliss when he slid his cock all the way out before pressing deep back inside.

"Oh, god," I raised my hips up to meet every one of his thrusts. "Faster, please."

Noah made a low noise in his chest as he lifted my leg over his hip so he could get a better angle and it made my eyes flutter shut when the head of his cock hit that perfect spot. His face bent low to my left nipple and ran his tongue over it in small circles before he did the same thing to the other one. My neck arched back, exposing the skin to him to beg for his tongue there. Noah obliged by biting down hard over the skin of my pulse point and I cried out his name.

"Say it again," he panted, his thrusts now going faster and deeper.

His name fell from my lips like a prayer with his of his thrusts and when the pad of his thumb stroked my clit, I spasmed against him. The familiar heat bubbled low in my belly and every cell inside ignited with that burning sensation that I desperately craved.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned.

"You look so beautiful taking my cock like this," Noah praised. "Such a good fucking girl. All mine; so fucking beautiful."

His sweet, affectionate words were exactly what I needed to grasp my orgasm. I came hard on his cock, my arousal coating every inch of him, and to keep my screams quiet I pressed kisses over the tattoos on his chest. Noah's fingers gripped me in a bruising grasp around my hips as his pace stilled for half a moment before he attacked my lips in a hungry kiss.

"Angel," Noah pressed deep inside me one last time, his cum filling my insides.

As we both came down from our shared highs, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back while pulling me into his chest. I laid my head against it as he covered us with the blanket and left a tender kiss on my forehead.

"Are you alright?" Noah asked.

"Yeah, a bit sore but I'm okay," I laid my chin on his chest so I can look into his eyes. "Thank you, Noah."

He pursed his lips. "For what?"

"Everything. From earlier at the party to what we did. You made me feel wanted for the first time in a long time. I know you had that rule of 'no virgins'-."

"Hey," he cut me off. "I told you, you were different. I have every intention of making this a serious thing, angel."

We shared another kiss and when I pulled away, Noah cupped my cheek so I had no choice but to look in his eyes.

"If you let me, I'd spend the next handful of years making you realize your worth."

For once, the smile that spread across my face was genuine and bright, feeling the love course through me. "There's no way I'm letting you go, Noah."

[pascaloverx]

UNREQUITED LOVE

Summary: Being a new student is already complicated. But when you end up developing an unwanted crush on a schoolmate, everything seems to get worse. This particular schoolmate is romantically involved with someone. And to make matters worse, the popular school quarterback starts to bother you.

Author's Note: This fanfic will be short and set in the universe of the movie Bottoms (2023), directed by Emma Seligman, using the characters from the film. The characters do not belong to me. The fanfic will not strictly follow all the situations from the movie. I hope you enjoy it. Initially, there will be no adult content. There will only be inappropriate language and scenes of violence.

AO3 LINK TWO

ONE

Justice really shouldn't exist. You defend yourself against an asshole who spread rumors that you were having an affair with your chemistry teacher and the following week you are forced to transfer schools.

"Get out of the way, nerd!" You hear a boy scream as you pass through the school entrance hall. Several other boys are carrying this boy on their arms, while shouting "Jeff, Jeff, Jeff".

"Education sends its regards, you idiot." You answer the boy. He immediately left the arms of the other boys. All dressed in football player clothes.

"Who are you?" The quarterback being carried asks in a rude manner. You close your eyes as you think about how to respond to the idiot in front of you.

"No one. But if you cross my path again, I could be your worst nightmare. And just so you know, the last quarterback that pissed me off ended up in the hospital." You say, getting close to him to look threatening. He looks a little scared, but when you turn around; and it creates trust.

"I have no interest in fucking you but thanks for the offer. Good luck surviving this school, nerd." His words shock you. You turn to look at him as you close your fist getting ready to hit him in the face.

"He's not worth it if that's what you think. I'm Josie, by the way." A girl approaches you as the players leave. You take a deep breath, still clenching your fists but thinking that your new schoolmate must be right. The consequences of hitting that shitty quarterback would be horrible.

"How do you put up with this?" You ask looking at Josie. She gives a somewhat awkward smile and then seems to think about how to respond.

"He's actually my girlfriend's asshole ex-boyfriend. Maybe this will make me put up with him more easily. But you'll get used to it. I can introduce you to my small group of people who can socialize in the midst of this hell." Josie speaks softly. You don't know if you'll be able to fit into anyone's friendship group in any way.

"How do you know I'm not an idiot?" You ask, walking to where your locker would be while Josie follows you. Just then, something hits you. Not something but someone. The person is running and basically passes halfway between you and Josie. Your body is thrown against your locker, making you fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm deeply sorry. I'm late for Mrs. Jones's class. I didn't even see you there." A girl says to you. You still have your face turned down but when you look up, to curse the girl, you are dazzled. She is probably one of the most beautiful girls you have ever seen. You are speechless while still on the floor. Josie seems worried about you, saying things you can't even hear. Your entire attention is directed to the pretty girl who made you fall to the ground.

"And that's an excuse to run over me? What's wrong with people around here." You speak feeling pain on your ankle. The girl who knocked you down holds out her hand for you to hold on to get up. You look at her feeling a confused feeling of irritation and lust.

"Don't take it personally. Let me help you up." The girl says to you, still waiting for you to take her hand. With no other way to do it, you take the girl's hand. She pulls you up. When you are back on your feet, you are very close to the girl. You look at each other, and you feel a bit embarrassed.

"What a strange way to introduce yourselves. New girl, this is Hazel. Hazel, this is the new student who arrived today. Poor thing, in less than twenty minutes she had to deal with Jeff and now got knocked down by Hazel here. Despite the way you met, new girl, know that Hazel is nice." Josie says, introducing you to Hazel. Hazel looks at you as if she's analyzing you, then gives a slight smile, as if she somehow approves of you.

"And doesn't the new girl have a name?" Hazel asks, looking at Josie and then at you. You hadn't even noticed that you hadn't introduced yourself to Josie until this moment.

"She does indeed. By the way, my name is Y/N." You respond, looking at Hazel with indifference. What if she notices your slight crush on her right away?

"I need to go now, but I'll see you at the break, Josie. And welcome, new girl. I hope you stick around. Our circle of friends is definitely the best you’ll find in this school," Hazel says as she runs off to a classroom.

"She seems a bit crazy, but she has a good heart. She and my best friend PJ have a special kind of friendship. I bet you'll like PJ too. How about you put your things in your locker and I show you around the school?" Josie proposes, and you nod. You're optimistic about this school transfer, just hoping you can control your attraction to Hazel. But this is only the first day of school; a lot can change.

[munson-blurbs]

I’m torn between snickers and sour patch kids with butterfinger and Steve Harrington, so I’ll leave the first part up to you and your genius mind 🩵

I did a lil bit of both, bb. I hope you like it!

Forced proximity/Shy!Reader/Steve Harrington

Warnings: Steve is an ass (kind of enemies-to-lovers), semi-public making out, mention of a boner hehe

WC: 1k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Okay, so,” Steve starts, adjusting his company-required sailor hat, “there’s a whole method to getting the proper scoop. You can’t just go plunging in all willy-nilly.” He dunks the ice cream scooper into the vat of mint chocolate chip and creates a perfect sphere, plopping it into the empty cup with a triumphant smile. “Now, it’s your turn.”

You hesitantly take the scooper from his outstretched hand. “Yeah, okay.” This was supposed to be a fun summer job–a way to make some extra money before heading off to college in the fall. But you’ve only been here for two days, and Steve has been breathing down your neck the entire time. 

You lean over to try and mimic his motions when he makes an obnoxious buzzer noise. “Nope, you gotta hold it in the middle, not the end.” He huffs out with an eye roll. “Here, I’ll show you. Again.”

That’s the final straw; the tears you’ve been holding back force their way forward. You dart into the walk-in freezer and let the heavy door slam behind you before breaking down into a sobbing fit.

“Hey! What the hell?” Steve drops the scooper, flips the “open” sign to “closed,” and follows after you. Light floods the freezer as he swings the door open, pulling it shut with a barely audible click. “What are you doing?”

You wipe your tear-stained cheeks, desperate not to let him see you cry. “I quit!” Your words are wobbly, and you push yourself up off of the ground as quickly as you can.

“You quit?!” He sputters, crossing his arms over his chest. “You haven’t even been here for two full shifts!”

“And you’ve made every last second of them miserable,” you mumble under your breath, reaching for the door handle. You pull it down, but the door doesn’t budge. Once more with some force leads to the same results. 

You turn to Steve, who’s watching with a horrified look on his face. “Shit, shit, shit!” he mutters, yanking on the handle without success. “We’re, uh, locked in.”

Thanks, Einstein, you think wryly, but keep that retort to yourself. Instead, you slump back down and bury your head in your hands. 

Steve sits next to you, knocking his knee into yours. “Robin’ll be here for her shift soon,” he says, “and then you can leave and never see me again.” When you don’t respond, he sighs and stands up, grabbing something from one of the shelves. You watch as he pulls out a whiteboard divided into two columns and uses the dry-erase marker to add a tally to the side labeled “YOU SUCK.”

“Wh-What’s that?” you ask before you can stop yourself. 

“Oh, uh,” Steve shrugs, “just this stupid thing Robin made for whenever I inevitably screw up my chances with a pretty girl. Figured I’d beat her to the punch this time.”

You nod; he must’ve been flirting with a customer earlier today before you’d arrived. “Who was it?”

Steve cocks an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Who was the pretty girl? Did she go to Hawkins High?”

He nearly chokes on his own saliva. “Are…you can’t be serious.” When you only offer him a confused look, he lets out a self-deprecating chuckle. “It’s you, all right? With your cute smile and the way you laugh…” He trails off, shaking his head. 

It takes you several moments to process what he’s just said. “Me?!” you finally manage. There’s no way; there’s absolutely no way…

“You,” Steve confirms, nervously tucking a thumbnail between his teeth. 

“If you…then why have you been…”

“An asshole?” he shoots you a guilty smile, raking his fingers through his hair. Even slightly mussed, it looks perfect. “That’s because in addition to being an asshole, I’m also an idiot. And I, uh, tried to convince myself that I hated you so that I wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

You nod slowly, processing what he’s just told you. “That is…” you suck your teeth, “the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

His laughter is genuine this time, and he shakes his head as he says, “Yeah…not my best idea.” He looks at you with wide eyes. “I do think you’re beautiful, though. And also really sweet and smart and, um, stuff.”

Despite the chill from literally being refrigerated, you feel heat creeping up your neck. “Steve, you don’t have to be nice to me now just because you feel bad,” you say softly, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice is barely audible over the whir of the freezers. He takes your hand in his. “I like you. A lot. And I’m sorry I was such a shit head the last few days. Can we have a do-over?” 

You giggle, and when you duck to hide your face, he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, nudging it slightly upwards.

“I’m Steve,” he whispers, “and I’m going to kiss you now.” He ducks down and presses his lips to yours, gently parting them with his tongue. You accept his touch eagerly, melding your body with his. 

Steve presses you up against the wall, his leg between yours. Hands glide up over your uniform, not daring to explore underneath quite yet. You cautiously tug on his little neckerchief, pulling him even closer. 

You want more. You need more. You–

“Oh, my God! In the freezer? This is where we keep food!”

Steve jumps backwards, clearly embarrassed to be caught. “Jesus, Robin. A warning would’ve been nice.”

“I could say the same for you,” she bites back. “Go home, Steve. Your shift was over ten minutes ago.”

You shuffle out as quickly as possible, trying to hide your humiliation. Steve follows suit, but not before Robin mutters to him, “Nice boner, Casanova. Real subtle.”

“Shut up, Robs.” He adjusts himself over his pants, shifting his apron to better cover the evidence.

Robin rolls her eyes, catching sight of her infamous white board as she goes to shut the door. With a sigh, she begrudgingly adds the first-ever tally to the “YOU RULE” side.

--

[psychedelic-ink]

𝑰 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰'𝑴 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫

pairing: tommy miller x fem!reader

genre: smut, soft enemies to lovers, minors dni

word count: 3.4k

summary: when you met him the first time him and his brother was your captor, months later he becomes yours, and quickly after that he become a resident of Jackson. You've already forgiven him for his past, but he's not happy with how eager you are to excuse what he's done.

warnings: tommy having a hero complex, tommy lashing out, piv sex, time skips, oral (giving & receiving)

a/n: the format I've written this in is inspired by @littlemisspascal 's getting lost is being found joel fic, which I highly recommend by the way it was amazing, one of my favorite things ever 💜

i.

The world went to shit, well joke on the world, your life was already shit long before outbreak day. 

It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Nothing just seemed to work out for you. But then all hell broke loose and suddenly it felt like you were off the hook, that you could be someone else, someone you always wanted to be. Someone that you knew you were. Before all this, you were just hurt, felt broken, but still smiled and went about your day. You tried to be good. Tried to be nice. For the most part, you like to think that you succeeded. 

You became a guide. Somewhat similar to Charon, if you spared yourself the thought but instead of guiding the dead to Hades, you guided the living away from it. Things went smooth for the most part, you helped people where they needed to go, killed infected, shot down those who shot first. It was the oddest type of freedom that you felt. 

But life had other plans, and life loved to point its middle finger right into your face. 

It’s a dad and his two kids this time, you were helping them get to the nearest QZ. You cut the fence, helped them through, you knew hunters were lurking nearby, people who survived on killing and stealing—vultures. 

You feel a tight grip on your neck and you’re being violently pulled back. The kids look back at you with horror lingering in their eyes, the dad eager to pull them away. With a deep breath, you manage to force out a smile. 

“Go!” you shout. “You’re almost there!” 

And they run, they run as fast as they can. 

“Fuck!” you hear one of them say, a deep souther drawl heavy in your ear. “Shit, they got away. They had good weapons on them too.” 

“At least we got the one,” the man that holds you answers. “Let’s go back, see what this one has.” 

“Let me the fuck go!” you struggle, attempting to elbow him in the stomach. “You fucking assholes. They were fucking kids.” 

Finally one comes into view, he’s broad—broad enough to stun you into silence. The fear of death lurks around your heart, sucking you into a black pit of realizing that this might be it. He has a glare that could kill, a hooked nose, and, most importantly, a gun. This man, you notice, this man would kill you in a heartbeat. He gives you one last once-over before tilting his head to the other holding you down. 

“Knock her out, Tommy.” 

ii. 

It’s late. Far too late for anyone to be awake. The embers of the crackling fire had died down, only specks of golden orange shimmering between the ash. You’ve learned the names of your captors; Tommy and Joel. Brothers, you assumed, they didn’t really have to spell it out for it to be obvious. 

You’re not sure why you’re still alive. You remember Joel muttering something about using you as bait, or to learn more about the routes that you seemed to know. Tommy had agreed. 

In another life, another time, you would’ve deemed the men attractive. Especially Tommy. He had a boyish charm to him, longer hair compared to his brother (those poor dark locks had definitely seen better days), and mussed unkempt facial hair indicating that they’d been at this for a long time. You understand, to a degree, why someone might choose this to survive. Some people just didn’t know what else to do. Some people simply enjoyed it; the power, the freedom, the giddiness of not having a system to say no. 

From what you understand, these two just had no idea what else to do. Too far off to reach a QZ, or they simply don’t trust FEDRA, whatever it is they seem to have made a life for themselves neither of them looked happy to be in. 

Your eyes fall to where Joel is sleeping, Tommy’s on watch, which makes you somewhat hopeful, you don’t have the strength to piss off Joel—Tommy you can take a chance with, he seemed softer. Softer like a rose, pricking you if you’re too lax and not careful enough. 

You’ve been captured before, and due to that, it doesn’t take long for you to free yourself from the hard ropes they tied you in. You hold your breath as you move away from the camp, careful not to step on any branches or rubble. You see Tommy ahead, he’s looking at you, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. You expect him to shoot, to chase after you. 

He continues to stare as you disappear into the night. 

ii.

You see a lot of dead bodies by the riverbed. Some infected, some not. You think about turning around, walking back to where you came from but before you can make a decision you’re surrounded. Your hands rise instantly, not wanting to cause trouble. Multiple rifles are pointed directly at you, and you notice a cute black dog but you have an inkling you won’t be feeling the same in a couple of minutes. 

“I’m not here to cause trouble,” you say, the cold seeping through your jacket. “Just lost. I’m not infected.” 

“Naive for you to think we’ll believe you,” one of the horsemen answers. “You mind if we test that out?”

You didn’t mind, but even if you did, you doubt you have any say in the matter. The dog comes forward, ears pressed against his skull, and you instinctively reach out your hand. You can’t really feel the wetness of his nose, but you can imagine it as he presses into your gloved palm. A moment later he starts wagging his tail. 

A horse, along with its rider, steps up and everyone looks nervously at the equestrian. You straighten yourself and notice that even the dog pulls away, the energy she has demands respect, and oozes power. You swallow, looking up at her with both amusement and fear. 

"You can come with us," she says, and without hesitation, one of the men helps you up onto the horse they're riding. Your hands fumble nervously as you grab onto the horse's shoulders, trying to steady yourself.

You’re not dead yet so you must be doing something right. 

iv. 

You trudge through the biting snow, your skin prickles with cold and the relentless flakes melt as soon as they touch your skin. You shudder. The cold is almost unbearable, but everyone has to pull their weight, no exceptions. Narrowing your eyes,, you spot a lone figure struggling in the snow. The way he moves is sluggish and ungainly, like a snail inching its way along a path.

With a sharp whistle, you signal to your companions to follow. They circle around the body with hesitation; it’s a man, a man that is somewhat familiar to you. The stranger groans and turns to his back, chest heaving heavily, you notice the tremble of his lips, the redness of his nose. You even notice the build-up of snow in his hair.

You know him. You have no idea how he ended up all the way here, but you know him. Getting off the horse, you shake your head. You don't know him, not really. You only know his name and what he represents.

Ian approaches, his eyes questioning as he asks, "What should we do? Should we leave him?"

“I know him,” you say, a hint of amusement in your voice due to the irony. “Let’s take him in. I’ll talk to Maria.” 

His eyes flutter open, a brief expression of confusion appearing on his features. You can’t help but lean over a bit, hands placed on your hips. 

“You’re not dead yet. Don’t worry.” 

But as soon as the words leave your lips, Tommy loses consciousness.

v. 

He’s alone at the bar. He’s always alone. 

Initially, Maria was reluctant to let Tommy stay, but for some reason, you vouched for him. You deeply believe that everyone deserves a second chance. A slightly foolish, maybe even childish, thought on your part but you can’t help it. In his eyes you only see parts of a broken man, his belief in the world shattered and gone with the wind. 

Tommy struggles with socializing. He says hi and good morning but that’s pretty much all anyone can get out of him. You’re the only one who knows he has a brother, what he’s done. He’s especially annoyed when you’re around, which you think is a little bit unfair but you digress. He does what he’s told and handy with most things—which is lucky for you, you would hear a handful if he couldn’t do anything. 

You want to talk to him, you have ever since you first saw him again. Hoping that this time it’ll be different, you sit near him not next to him. There are two empty seats between you two. 

“Hi,” you greet him, he doesn’t look at you. In fact, he doesn’t acknowledge you at all. “How are you?” 

No answer. 

“You’re not having any issues right? You know, heating, water pressure, all that jazz.” 

You’re not surprised at the least when he gets up and leave, not a word uttered. He pushes past the crowd and disappears through the door, into the cold. Unlike other times, this is the first instance where anger simmers hot in your gut. You’ve been nothing but patient. But not tonight. He’s going to talk to you whether he likes it or not. 

With anger in your steps, you storm out. Luckily, he’s not far. You find him staring up at the undecorated Christmas tree. Normally, you would find it a somber sight, but you’re too frustrated to think about how good he looks with snow falling around him. 

“Tommy!” you yell out, and he flinches, head snapping to you with wide eyes. “What the hell is your deal?” 

“My deal?” he answers, voice eerily smooth and calm. “I should be fuckin’ asking you that.” 

You’re standing an inch from him, the cold biting into your skin. “My deal? I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Wouldn’t wanna play that card but may I remind you that you’re fucking alive because of me? You could at least not be an asshole.” 

“Sure you wanna go that route sweetheart? Because I could easily say the same thing for you.” 

That night—the night that you escaped, so he did see you. All this time you convinced yourself that it was your eyes playing tricks in the dark. You shake your head, wanting to dislodge the moment from your mind. 

“That still doesn’t answer my question,” you hiss. “Why are you avoiding me? I just want to talk.”��

“Just leave me the fuck alone. You shouldn’t want to talk to me— someone like you… It ain’t normal. I should’ve died that night. I didn’t ask you to fuckin’ save me.” 

You’re taken aback by the silent rage but refuse to show him the effect he has. The only indication that his words had any kind of result is when you take a step back, allowing him some semblance of space. 

“You’re right, you didn’t,” you say softly, slowly. His gaze bores into you. “But I did. And you’re here. I didn’t save you that night to just make a point of who’s the better person. As you said, you allowed me to go that night—thank you by the way—but what are you going to do, just not talk to me? Ignore me? I don’t think that’s fair for either of us.”

You stand frozen as Tommy takes a step closer, his breath hot against your skin. 

"What do you want from me?" he growls, his voice low and threatening.

You try to take a step back but he follows, closing the gap between you. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the frigid air around you. His lips curl into a slight sneer, and you can't help but feel a slight twinge of fear.

"You're always so nice, aren't you?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But what do you really want? You want me to be your little pet? Fixing me up like some broken toy. Well, newsflash, sweetheart, I'm not broken. I'm just fine the way I am."

"That’s not—" you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "That wasn’t my intention at all. The world is shit, I just didn’t want to add to it."

Tommy scoffs, his eyes glinting with anger. "But you did by keeping me alive. I did horrible things, things you can’t even imagine. So don't pretend like you understand me, because you don't."

“I know the shit you did Tommy. I was almost one of your victims, remember?”

His eyes drop to the ground, the fire in his eyes finally fading. He takes a quick step back, shoulder slumped, he shakes his head. 

“I remember. There ain’t a day I don’t remember the shit I’ve done—we’ve done with my brother.” 

Tommy gives you one last look before walking away, “I don’t need your pity.” 

Half an hour later, you’re still standing there under the snow, completely alone. 

vi.

It’s a dance almost. You find different ways for Tommy to communicate with you. You unlock his anger, his disappointment, his need to be good—the hero, if you will. But to be fair, you can’t take all the credit. It was mostly due to him, you got too close, and he got too frustrated. It was a brief moment of lips touching, then it quickly turned into a desperate ask for submission. You were eager to give, he hated that. Hated that you could when he couldn’t. 

You know that there’s a high chance of other things lingering below the surface, things that he probably hadn’t dared to address himself. 

In the privacy of your bedroom, you’re on your knees for him. Sucking on the tip of his cock eagerly as he stands upright, his hands are firsts that are stuck to his sides. This isn’t the first time, it isn’t the last. By the way salty precum coats your tongue, you know he’s enjoying himself. He has to be, if he wasn’t this wouldn’t be happening. 

You figure that he enjoys fighting against it until he breaks. When he surrenders himself to it, to the pleasure, to the primal need to take, he pins you down and fucks you with everything he has. All his frustration seeps into you, each stroke deeper than the next. You enjoy that he’s rough, you enjoy feeling the lingering sting on your skin long after he leaves. 

Looking up, you swallow him further down. He’s not overly thick but long, the dark curls at the base trimmed but still looking untouched. Tommy thrusts forward, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat. Your nostrils flare as your lungs convulse with the need to cough, he notices but doesn’t pull back. Instead, you feel two hands cradling the back of your neck, pulling you further down his length, making you take him whole. 

Your eyes go wide and squeeze shut right after. You feel him throbbing in your throat and you swallow, again and again, which prompts him to drag his cock out slightly only to bury himself back into your throat. Your jaw aches, spit dripping down the corners of your lips as you flatten your tongue over the underside of his cock. A faint growl echoes from the back of his throat, you swallow again, he fucks your mouth as he would your wet cunt. Tears flood your lashline, you can barely breathe. Your throat tightens around him. 

“Fuck, don’t close your eyes,” he grunts, the dark curls at the base tickling your nose. “Look at me. Look at me like you always do.” 

The Look, is something that you still don’t quite understand. He says it often, telling you to look at him the way that you do, but you emphasize nothing special when you do end up looking at him. It’s just your normal gaze. He only asks for it when he’s inside you. 

You slowly open your eyes, your lashes wet and stuck together. His thumb smooths over the patch of skin right under your eye, his chest stutters, muscles growing taut under your gaze. 

Ironically, he closes his eyes and lifts his head as if staring at the ceiling. He doesn’t utter another word after that, your lips raw from the way he thrust forward. You feel the twitch of his cock, thick ropes sliding down your throat. You never tire of the taste of him. Not sweet, not bitter. You enjoy the brief moment he forgets where he is, that soft noise escaping his lips, the juvenile way his thighs shake—those are the things that make you ache for the taste of him. You’re an addict. 

But so is he. 

vii.

Your palms press into the smooth surface of the bar counter. Tommy lurks behind you, cock pressing inside, fingers making dents into your warm skin. It’s late into the night, you’re not sure of the exact time but you know it’s late. His one hand slips between your legs, he feels how wet you are, how needy you get for him. He presses a finger to your clit, the pads of the digits moving in deft circles. 

A sharp moan parts your lips, back arching as he pounds into you, the sound of skin against skin loud, yet not enough to pierce the sound of the snowstorm outside. A dose of pleasure buzzes through your veins, electricity crackling across your skin as you feel his length press deep inside. His fingers grasp your throat, pulling you up until his lips tickle your ear. He heaves, his warm breath fanning your skin. 

“Tell me I’m a good person,” he chokes out. “Please.” 

“You’re good,” you answer slightly out of breath. You touch his neck, the position slightly straining but worth it when he holds you tighter. “Such a good man—and I mean that.” 

Your eyes widen with shock when he slides his tongue into your mouth. Tommy doesn’t kiss you often, if at all, but it lights a fire under your stomach. It burns you from the inside out, the smoke of it making your mind spin. Your eyes flutter close and you take a deep breath, he grinds his hips, your insides pulsing around him. 

“I don’t care even if you’re lyin’—” 

He releases you and you stumble forward, hands finding purchase on the bar counter once more. But you can’t hold your position for long, not with the way he’s hammering into you, reducing you into a babbling mess. Your hands slide, your upper body completely falling over. Tommy doesn’t pause, he doesn’t even slow down. He presses you further into the surface.

“Because I know that you are.” 

Tommy suddenly pulls out, a sharp gasp rips from your throat, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can protest, however, he turns you over and pushes you. He kneels between your legs, lips finding the tender folds of your pussy. 

Your head falls back when he licks into you eagerly, tasting himself and your arousal. His groans vibrate against you, your thighs threaten to close, the meat of them pressing into both sides of his face. 

His lips press against your clit, suckling and teasing it in a way that drives you wild. His tongue moves in circles as he pushes two fingers, curling them and applying pressure. Without a second thought, you fingers thread his hair, tugging him closer. Arousal pools between your legs.

Your breathing becomes labored and your body starts to shake. Your eyes roll back as your entire body shakes. Your hips buck against him as he continues to bring you over the edge, your cries of pleasure echoing off the walls of the bar. 

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you collapse against the bar counter, your body still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. You can feel your skin tingling, your heart pounding and your head spinning. Tommy stands, a hint of pride lingering in his dark eyes. You continue to breathe and watch as he fists himself, the tip of his cock a shade darker when he comes thick ropes over your stomach. You hiss at the heat, the feeling of having a part of him staining you. 

Tommy pulls up his pants, and you notice as you get dressed, he’s avoiding your gaze. You’re too satisfied to care. He licks his lips, which you found was a nervous habit he has and offers you his arm. You hadn’t expected it, but indulge in the gesture by taking it. 

“Let’s get out of here before someone sees us.” 

[soaringeag1e]

Escape {65}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Rageful Dean, Lots of Angst

Words: 2,573

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When Dean pulls up to the house, he leans forward a bit to confirm that the address matches the one that was sent to him. Just as a precaution, he glances around the area looking for anyone or anything suspicious, but everything appears to be as normal as can be.

At least, to him it was normal. But he didn't know the dark past the neighborhood held. He didn't know that right next door was the same place his first love met her demise.

Before he could pull himself from the car, an unfamiliar noise took his focus away from his task. 

He looked down at the new phone as if it was the owner himself and the man he despised most sitting right there next to him. If it wasn't for the fact that your life was in danger, Dean would have ignored the text.

The owner of the house is Robert Thare. He has the tape I need. He was going to drop it off with Styles in the morning, that's your in. 

Don't let your fiance down, Dean

Dean didn't think this situation could upset him more, but that second text proved him wrong. 

For how much he wanted to leave the phone in the car, just on the off chance he may need assistance from this asshole, he slips it in his pants pocket. His heart hasn't stopped pounding since he got home and noticed you were gone and he wasn't sure how he's been able to keep his cool for this long. Although, his little meltdown after listening to the recording helped with that a bit, but nothing would make this better. Not until he had you back.

Seeing as the sun had just gone down he was hoping that this guy was home, because if he caught him while he was out and ended up having to sit here and wait, Dean would surely lose it.

The amount of time that passes after he knocks definitely puts him on edge, but then a man finally answers the door, looking understandably confused.

"Can I help you?"

"Mr. Thare?" Dean asks to make sure he's got the right guy.

"Yes?" Digging his badge out from inside his jacket, he shows it to the man on the other side of the door.

"I'm Detective Dean Winchester with the Lawrence police department." Dean’s grateful that that seems to calm him. "I was told by my partner, Detective Styles, that you were going to drop off a tape to him tomorrow?" Robert nods. "And he just asked if I could swing by and grab it, that way you wouldn't have to go out of your way."

"Oh, well," when he looks back into his house, Dean feels a wave of panic rush over him. "I uh, I appreciate the thought, detective, but I already took it into the station." 

"You did?"

"Yeah. I gave it to Mr. Singer." Hearing that didn't exactly calm him because it was obvious this tape held the identity of the man who has made his life a living hell, and he knows very well that if Bobby watched this tape and found out who it was, he would go after him. In turn, putting your life in even more danger. 

"I was going to drop it off tomorrow, but…I just wanted to give it to you guys as soon as I could. I already feel terrible for not turning it in sooner." Not as quick as he'd like, Dean finally pulls himself together and forces a smile. 

"No, no, that's…that's understandable. And you know what, Mr. Singer probably just forgot to let my partner know that you dropped it off, so," Dean shrugs as he takes a step back. "I apologize for intruding on your evening, Mr. Thare."

"That's alright." The older man replies but Dean is too distracted and anxious to get out of there that he doesn't hear him.

"Have a good night!" He calls out as he rushes back to his car.

He wastes no time in starting up his Baby and ripping down the road, his goal to get to the precinct and snatch that tape before it disappears and he becomes completely screwed. 

He's so focused on getting to the tape that he completely forgets about the extra cell phone he has on him, so when it begins to ring in pocket, he jumps in his seat. A few panicked breaths come out before he frantically pats himself down, looking for the device while watching the road.

"WHAT!?"

"Whoa. First of all, watch your tone." Dean can't stop his eyes from rolling. "And second, where the fuck are you going?" Forgetting the part where he was supposedly being watched, Dean takes a quick glance around the cab.

"I'm on my way to the station." He growls, the road ahead getting the death glare.

"You do remember the rules, right? Why are you gambling with your girls life, Dean?"

"I'M NOT!" He screams into the receiver, not caring what the consequences might be at this point. He's too pissed to think about it. "Your guy already turned in the tape to my Captain!" He pauses, waiting to hear a reaction from the man, but nothing comes through. "Didn't see that one did you?" With his silence, Dean could practically picture this man shitting his pants. He's made it this far, hid in the shadows for this long for a measly little tape to slip through the cracks.

"Just get the tape." He orders after being silent for a bit longer and Dean can tell by the tone of his voice that he's nervous. "But I'll tell you right now, Dean, if someone shows up here before you? You lose." Without another word, he hangs up. 

Dean grips down on the phone, his hand beginning to cramp before he chucks it across the front seat.

"FUCK!" 

-

“Clear!” Bobby stood in the entryway of the house, letting his team search every crevice of the main floor before he made a move. 

Officers continued to call out ‘Clear’ with every section they found empty and safe to pursue and as one of his leading guys came back into the main foyer, he gave Bobby a nod before starting up the stairs with his team behind him. Another team headed down into the basement where the Captain continued to hear them clear each room on both floors.

He had a gut feeling that the person he was looking for would be a ghost in his own house, but there was a hope that maybe he would have caught the man before he disappeared.

“Upstairs is clear!” Knowing his team would be downstairs any second, Bobby looked around the kitchen when he entered, studying the dishes in the sink and objects on the counter to determine how long his suspect might have been gone from the house.

“Downstairs clear!” That was it. The entire house was empty and Bobby had to think quickly on what he wanted to do next.

“Sir?” he hears a few minutes later while he’s looking over a pile of mail on the counter. He looks over the name on each envelope, the shock of knowing what this person was guilty for still trying to set in. But he knew he had to move forward despite knowing this man on a personal level.

“Search the house. Look for anything that may help us find him.” He finally drops the mail back on the counter and looks up to see that his entire team is there waiting for his command. “Look for addresses. Friends, family, other residences. Anything. He couldn’t have gotten far because I saw him at work today. In other words…we need to move fast before he does disappear.” 

The team nods and quickly splits in different directions. Some start pulling open cupboards, others looking in closets and pantries. A few others head out back to where there's a shed and break into there. They were prepared to tear the house apart to look for anything that could help them.

In all honesty, Bobby was prepared to tear the entire town apart.

-

The backroad that Dean had turned down was quiet and he was grateful for that. It gave him a little less to focus on and more time to try and pull himself together.

It definitely didn’t feel right when he had to break into Bobby’s office, but he knew he had no choice in the matter. Knowing his boss as well as he does, he knew that if the tape was still at the precinct then it would definitely be locked up in his office. And if it wasn’t for the TV being left on and the static screen flashing throughout the room, Dean would have struggled finding the thing. Though, seeing as the tape was in the VCR and it had clearly been viewed, he could only assume that Bobby knew who this guy was. He wanted to pick up his phone and call him, asking for his help so badly, but it was clear that this guy was indeed watching him and if he gave in to what he wanted, he would have to prepare to find your body at this next address. There was no doubt in his mind that this was a guy of his word and he wasn’t going to gamble with that.

About a mile up the way, Dean’s memory of driving this very same two laned road came back to him. He knew it looked familiar, but it was definitely not a place he found himself very often. Nothing was around except for land. Open fields that held some old farms, most of them abandoned. With his experience in law enforcement, this area was any killer's dream. It was the perfect place to dispose of a body. Though, he knows now why it hasn’t been used as such.

He knew he was getting closer because everything about the case he worked on a few years back was perfectly clear. Every detail remained crisp and in wonderful condition in a little area in the corner of his mind. Nothing would ever happen to those files.

As memory serves right, a house started coming into view and his nausea began swimming around in his gut again. It was the house. The same one that you and six other victims were held in against their will. The same house where you were beaten, assaulted and ripped of your normal life.

Dean was so lost in his anger for that property that he didn’t realize until he passed it that the GPS had him still driving. He was sure that when he turned down the road that he was being directed back to that house. Serial killers had a knack for revisiting not only their victims but also the places they took their lives. So to say he was shocked was an understatement.

But he did as he was told. He continued following the road just like the GPS told him to. He just hoped that he made it to wherever he needed to be soon. He needed to see you. To make sure you were okay and if he didn’t get that need filled soon, he was going to lose his mind.

The road stretched on for miles. Not one house or building of any kind were in sight and Dean was starting to worry he was being put on a wild goose chase. That this was just a decoy to send him all over Kansas just for the hell of it. 

But then he remembers the tape.

He looks to the passenger side, the black VHS tape sitting on the leather seat just enjoying the ride. This was his leverage. It was clearly important, not only because this man wanted it, but because it was evidence that caught him red handed and most likely put him at the scene of where his fiance from eight years ago died. Whoever this was wouldn’t just let him take off with it.

So, he attempted to clear his head and focus on the two lane asphalt in front of him, blinking a few times to clear his vision as his emotions were starting to evade. It felt like another half hour had gone by when he decided to glance at his phone and yet according to the clock it had only been about five minutes. Time was torturing him and it was enjoying it fully. 

The ETA that the GPS was giving was approximately five more minutes up the road and knowing that pumped Dean up. He was praying that the man behind all this was actually waiting for him so that he could finally give him a piece of his mind.

Your destination is on the right

The GPS’s voice definitely gave Dean a bit of a fright, but excitement brewed within him as he saw a building appear from within the darkness. 

When he turned onto the dirt road he was finally able to make out that the dark, quiet building was in fact an abandoned barn. Probably left to rot when houses were relocated years back.

He pulled up to the side of the structure, hoping to see a car or something. Anything to help him figure out who this man was. But from the outside it looked like a complete bust. He was slightly nervous that he got the wrong address somehow, but he wasn’t going to rule it out until he searched the place first.

Grabbing his gun from the glove compartment, he made sure it was still loaded before switching it out with the VHS tape. If this man wanted the tape, then he was going to have to go through Dean first. 

After locking his Baby up, Dean made his way around to the front of the barn. He used his instincts and kept on high alert for any and all noises as he reached for the door and he tried to keep a level head despite knowing that the same man he’s been hunting all these years could be just feet away.

Once inside, a small light illuminated near the back of the barn. A few weight bearing pillars were in the way of seeing anything along with a waist height wall, but he was determined to make it over there before whoever this was detected him.

His hands shook as he held his gun up, ready to pull the trigger if this monster decided to show his face. Every step forward was more and more anxiety inducing, but he knew he couldn’t just rush in. Not only would that put his life at risk but it would most definitely put your life on the line as well. So he played it out how he was trained.

Just as he was coming up on an opening in the space, he saw a table with a few little TV’s, footage too small for him to see this far away but Dean could only assume that was how he was being watched.

He was just catching sight of a chair with someone sitting in it when he heard a noise from behind him. His head whipped around, the gun going with him, ready to react. But unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough.

All he saw was a black blur and then everything went dark.

[sunghoonnsupremacy]

ANTISOCIAL. - l.hs.

previous - now - next

- summary ; when the popular jock starts finding interest in the new girl, hell breaks lose. she eventually gives in and he shows her exactly why he's popular.

- warnings ; eventual smut, rough sex, bondage, degrading, mentions of drugs/alcohol, asshole heeseung.

READ UNDER THE CUT!

15+

"dude, I know you're used to this but you need to chill. " jay warns, walking over to heeseung. his stare reeks of uninterest as he rolls his eyes.

"what are you on about jay? " his question making jay furrow his eyebrows.

"last night? you hooked up with the new girl and you're already distancing yourself from her. "

"I might take her back. she'll be fine either way. " disgust is basically falling at the tip of his tongue as he speaks of the girl.

"hee, I know you're afraid of commitment because of your last relationship but that doesn't mean you have to ruin it for other people. " jay pats his back as a way of consultation.

he cracks his neck, showing his discomfort at the mention of his heartbreak. "it's not because of her. " he mutters.

"sure, buddy. just make it up to jia. " he walks away leaving heeseung with his own thoughts, staring off into the distance.

meanwhile....

"this isn't fair! what am i doing wrong!" jia whines as sunghoon beats her in another round of video games.

"you're just bad at it." he laughs at her despair. she nudges him hardly with her elbow to show her annoyance.

"don't worry pretty, I'll teach you. " he winks at her not failing to notice how her cheeks redden at his nickname. a sudden tension fills the air, the pair falling breathless.

"yeah? " she glances from his eyes to his lips as instinct.

he bites his bottom lip.

"yeah."

"ehem." a throat clearing is heard as the two stare into eachothers eyes.

their necks almost snap, turning around to the person behind them.

"j-jay? what the fuck are you doing here? " sunghoons eyes almost pop out of his eye sockets as he makes out the face of his best buddy.

"I called you. three times. " he sighs and crosses his arms. "hi jia." he shoots a quick smile her way, receiving a small wave.

"my bad, we were busy. " he excuses himself with a groan.

"yeah I could see that.. " jay trails off with a grimace on his face.

jia fiddles with her fingers and looks up at jay. "so what's the reason of you arriving? " she internally slaps herself, not meaning to sound so rude.

"heeseung! " he suddenly says outloud. he looks confused at his own words as sunghoon and jia turn to look at eachother in more confusion.

"what?" sunghoon asks, concerned.

"I talked to him, and.. he's kinda waiting for you at his apartment. " he quickly rants, forcing his brain to make up a lie in order for them to eee eachother.

"are you sure? cause he quite literally said he didn't want anything to do with me. " a glare settles on her face as she squints her eyes at him. sunghoon quietly agreeing.

jay sighs and rubs his eyes. "just- trust me. "

the three sit in silence for a couple of moments before lara abruptly stands up and nods. "I'll go. what's his adress? "

TIMESKIP

a car parks outside of a white modern apartment. jia steps out mentally bracing herself for what she's about to walk into. jay told her the adress and the specific door for heeseungs place.

before leaving, she said goodbye to the pair and gave them both a quick hug. sunghoon whispering "call me if he does something. " into her ear before letting go. with a quick nod, her quick movements lead her to arriving.

"shit what am I doing. " worry fills up her entire being as she slowly walks up the stairs.

before knocking, jia sighs and contemplates her decision of coming here. "what's the worst that could happen? " she whispers, to herself mostly.

two knocks echo through a half empty apartment. the door swiftly opens, revealing no other than lee heeseung himself.

his eyes widen for a moment before going back to his calm composer.

"jay told me you were expecting me to c-come? " she quietly says, unsure of her own words.

the guy infront of her hesitantly nods and looks her up and down. "yeah, come in. " her sneakers making little to no noise.

they sit down at a surprisingly comfortable couch, both expecting the other to start speaking.

"why did you do that, heeseung? " jia doesn't even think to look up, murmuring a question.

he glances at her and bites his lip. "I don't know what you mean. " she rolls her eyes, does his ego really have to be as big as his dick?

"you know what I mean." she ends up glaring at him with disgust from her seat on the couch.

he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "what we did meant nothing jia." he spits out, no interest in the conversation.

" you know what? If it meant so much as nothing, you won't mind me hooking up with your bestfriend. "

its like she knew exactly what to say to get a reaction out of him, because the way his jaw clenched did not go unnoticed.

"stop saying bullshit, you know, you wouldn't do that even if you wanted to. " anger reeks from his tone as he leans back, cracking his knuckles.

"and why's that? he knows how to treat a person and he's not a dick unlike you heeseung. "

jia doesn't give him a chance to say anything in reply, as the moment he opens his mouth, she starts talking again.

"sunghoon apologized for something you did, and you still expect me to be nonchalant about the whole situation? " she starts to stand up walking towards the door, making his eyes follow her figure.

"this is clearly a waste of my time, so I'm going to be leaving if you don't have anything good to say."

he hisses, and stands up quickly following her. heeseung grabs her wrists and spins her around, making her back slam against the door.

she winces at the pain. "what the hell are you doing? " she continues glaring at him as he keeps her body in his hold.

"let me make it up to you, hm?" his siren eyes trace every part of her face, his delicate touch of his fingers sending her into a frenzy.

"are you gonna be a dick about it again?" she whispers looking down.

his siren eyes turned doe for a split second , and his fingers lift her chin up making their eyes connect.

"I promise I'll treat you good this time. just let me make you feel good doll. " he lowers his face close to hers, their lips millimeters away from touching.

she stares at his lips before crashing hers onto his. the kiss is harsh with a lot of meaning behind it.

their lips collide as they both express multiple feelings to each one other. his hands move from her face to her waist, grabbing her softly, making her quietly moan into his mouth.

"let's take this to my bedroom. I want you to be comfortable. "

the pair keeps kissing after he wishes his request, but she pulls away, leaving him breathless and confused.

"I would love to, but I told sunghoon, I would come back soon and I don't want him to be suspicious. "

he groans at the mention of his best friend. "can't you just stay over? tell him you went home or something."

she giggles at his desperation, but shakes her head softly "we can continue this later. just call me. "

he kisses her again, giving her a light peck, leaving their lips glossy. "how about tonight? I'm free all day. "

she kisses him back and nods. "sounds good. I'll be here at seven pm. bye hee. "

jia gives him a quick smile as she leaves his apartment, his eyes still where she last was.

he'll make sure it'll be a night she'll never forget.

[regina-cordium]

Absolute garbage at coming up with prompts but uhhhhhh Crutchie being a menace? Maybe with someone else but dealer's choice on that

idk why i decided to set this in the dnd au, but here we are.

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It’s hotter than all nine hells combined out, and Crutchie is starting to worry his brain is melting out of his ears.

It’s too hot to exist, let alone string a thought together. When he mentions it, voice monotone because emotions take effort, Davey makes a vague noise of agreement, which really just proves his point further. If a wizard thinks it’s too hot to think, then it’s too damn hot to think.

The only person not suffering is Albert; damn tieflings and their heat resistance. Honestly, Crutchie wouldn’t even care much because at least one of them isn’t dying slowly, but Albert’s been a smug dick about it (whether or not Crutchie adores Albert’s smug little smile is beside the point). Something simply must be done, and if Jack can’t summon the energy then Crutchie is just gonna have to take matters into his own hands.

He gently knocks his foot against Sarah’s ankle, the closest person he can reach from where he’s sprawled on the floor of the house they’ve all taken over. He’d hoped the stone floor would be at least a little cooler, but apparently halfling Luck only gets a guy so far.

When Sarah lolls her head his way, he smirks and whispers, “Watch this.”

He makes a face as his magic surges warmly through him – it’s too hot for magic, what the fuck, man – and summons Mage Hand. When Albert is distracted enough, Crutchie has the Hand flick Albert’s tail, quickly dismissing the spell as Albert whips around.

“Who did that?” he demands, looking around.

“Did what?” Race asks halfheartedly.

“Hit my tail!”

“Ain’t nobody hit your tail,” Jack sighs from the other side of the room.

“How would you know? You’re not even looking over here!”

“Cause it’s too hot to move, let alone start a fight.”

Next to Crutchie, Sarah is biting her lip hard to stop from laughing.

Once Jack and Albert stop bickering, Crutchie gives it another couple minutes before nudging Sarah again. When she looks over, he smirks again and gives a repeat performance.

“Who the fuck!” Albert snaps.

“For the love of all that is holy, stop screaming,” Race groans.

Albert whirls on him immediately. “Is it you?”

“Why would I hit your tail?” Race asks, rolling his eyes. He’s slumped so far in his chair he looks like he’s actually melting.

“‘Cause you’re a dick!”

“Hey!” Race objects, getting to his feet. “Fuck you, Al, I didn’t hit you!”

Sarah snorts, but quickly turns it into a cough when Jack sits up and looks over at the two of them. Crutchie holds Jack’s gaze before flicking Albert’s tail again. Jack slams a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing as Albert turns in place.

“He looks like a dog chasing his tail,” Sarah whispers, clearly struggling to keep her composure.

Crutchie finally cracks, practically sitting up from the force of his laughter.

Albert spins around and points at him. “You!”

“Gotta go,” Crutchie decides quickly, before casting Dimension Door and rolling himself into it.

The last thing he hears is Albert yelling, “Fourth level spells won’t save you, you asshole!”

[elliebyrrdwrites]

This is a continuation of THIS POST. It’s now dramione.

I don’t belong here.

But, right now, I’m covered in ants. If you’ve ever been attacked by ants, you’d understand that I’m not going to make a lot of sense, because when ants keep finding their way onto you, you talk for only a few moments before you’re jerking your entire body, before your hand slams down on a piece of skin where you’re certain you felt the little fucker crawling all over you. Sometimes, you’re wrong, it’s just a bit of Formication induced by a previous incident.

So maybe ants are not crawling all over me. It doesn’t matter. There was one, at some point and now I’m left jerking and twitching and slapping myself on my arm, my leg, my neck.

It’s just that I’m not supposed to be here. My parents forced me to go back into teenage hell after spending the summer molding me back into the good little blood bigot they had been grooming my entire life. Only, they didn’t do it with their usual doting nature. No, they know that I’m not buying that shit anymore, it makes me sick.

They sent me away to a facility that is designed to make boys into men. The kind of place that strips you of your entire will, your spirt, they break you is what I’m trying to say. They break you into something fragile and slowly, they start to add shrapnel made of nails and bolts and they put you and all that hard, jagged stuff into a bit and then they put you and all of those packed in bits of metal into the forge.

You burn and you burn, because you’re in hell and you can’t breathe, you can’t even cry or scream, you just close your eyes and grit your teeth until they start to crack and you fucking die. Okay, so I think I probably died and I’ve been resurrected into something that is ancient and jaded.

And when I left the facility, I was a Good little asshole all over again. My father’s plans are right back on course, and I am forced to return to Hogwarts and finish my education.

“It’ll look good for your political career,” father says and I remind him that I really never planned on getting into politics. He just gives me one of those disgusting little smirks that tells everyone that it isn’t up to me. It’s up to him, everything is always up to him.

Mother just plays along and nods her little docile head and I’m reminding them that we lost the fucking war, that I would be humiliated and then my father chuckles some kind of condescending type of chuckle that causes my bones to grind together, my eye to twitch, and he says to me,

“Draco, son.” [Insert stupid condescending smile here.] “That was just a little bit of a distraction . We are now in the process of a plan that has been in the works since before you were born.”

I say to him, what do you mean? But father just shrugs and looks down at a drink in his hand. Carbonated water. Malfoy's don’t drink, we don’t smoke and we don’t drink.

So my father looks at his drink, he smirks and shrugs and writes me off before nodding to his loyal wife.

“You better hurry up before you miss the train,” She flicks her wand and my trunk appears at me feet, fully packed and I kick it because what the fuck.

My toe is aching, the second toe is longer than the first and it’s probably broken and sprained and I’m limping away as a house elf levitates my trunk to the front door.

“Don’t forget to write!” My mother calls and my response is a single finger tossed over my shoulder before the door slams shut behind me.

I miss the train, anyway.

Which is how I ended up belly crawling out from the space between the roots of the Whomping Willow as it vomits me out like it’s giving birth and I’m getting attacked by ants and praying to fucking Salazar Slytherin himself that I won’t get knocked in the head by a rogue branch set on a course of death and destruction.

By the way, guys, lovely thing to put on the grounds of a fucking school.

I finally roll out of the way of an angry branch that I swear will one day burn, when I realize that my trunk is still back in the fucking run down shack in Hogsmeade.

And really, that’s fine because I don’t care. I don’t fucking care.

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be crawling my way back into this hell. I just left hell. And I entered that hell from a hell of a different kind.

Life is just different levels of hell and perhaps each one is a test. Or maybe I already died and this is hell or I’ve been brought back from the dead, I don’t know. But my point is, I am not like the rest of the prisoners here. I’m not like the rest of the prisoners anywhere I go because I never belong.

Wherever I go, I do not belong.

But I finally crawl myself away from the death tree, and lumber towards the castle looming ahead, the castle where we all died, maybe I died. Maybe everyone died. Maybe nobody died. I don’t care.

The point is, I don’t care.

I shouldn’t be there.

And I’m only ten feet away from the Greenhouses when I hear a voice.

The voice is feminine and frantic and she’s not actually talking to anyone. Because the closer I get, the clearer it becomes that there’s a girl, no a woman, standing against the wall of one of the greenhouses and she’s whispering to herself, swearing and muttering nonsense.

The voice is whispering but not to me. Because I don’t belong.

Her silhouette is all baggy robes and messy hair and she’s starting to pace and take deep, calming breaths. Shes shaking out her hands and rolling her shoulders back and then my foot falls flat on a twig that snaps and she inhales sharply before,

“Malfoy?” Granger.

The point is, I don’t belong here.

The point is, this is the last person on earth I want to see and in the last place I want to be.

And the point is, she is the first person I do see.

And the point is that the second I see her face come clearly into view, is the second I feel an ant on my cheek, near my eye.

The point is that the first time I see Hermione Granger after the war, I slap myself in the face due to a bout of Formication.

[souliebird]

sugar skulls & altars

Frank Castle x OFC || 4,233 words

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She makes him feel like Frank Castle

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A love letter to my Punisher oc bc I'm a big fucking Sap.

Frank wants nothing more than to take off his fucking boots. 

They are sopping wet and the left one is torn to shreds. It's barely holding together. Which only furthers his anger because he Liked these boots. He actually shelled out the money to Red's suit maker to get them custom made. Now he'll have to track the guy down again.

After he tracks down the rest of this fucking gang he's after.

But that's for another night. He's done tonight. He needs to restock and think and cool down. Going in angry won't do him any favors. These fuckers are clever, way more than he gave them credit for.

And maybe a beer or two won't hurt. Take Max out. 

Check on his girl across the hall. He hasn't seen his little angel in a few days - hell, he hasn't been to his apartment in a few days. He feels like a fucking asshole over it, relying on her to take care of Max. He knows she doesn't mind it, Max practically belongs to her now, the little traitor, but Frank doesn't want to give her more to worry about. 

She's got the weight of the world on her shoulders, his Sadie. If he could admit it to himself, he'd say he loves her for it. Her absolute genuine concern for everyone else. 

"Whatever I can do to help," she always tells him with the brightest smile. 

Yeah, if she's up, he'll knock on her door. 

Frank slumps his way from where he's parked his van to the building that holds his apartment. No one else is on the street, but he knows better than to let his guard down. His dwindling anger keeps him vigilant and he keeps his hand on his gun until he's through the front door and in the lobby. He doesn't bother with the elevator, heading right to the stairs for the short trek up three flights. The building's quiet for the most part. The walls are pretty thin, so there's always some noise, but the people here are just trying to get by. He doesn't need to worry much about finding a junkie in the stairs or kicking down a door to stop some asshole from beating on his wife. 

It's one of the better shitholes he's lived in.

The bulb in the hallway is burnt out, but it only serves to help him see the little sliver of light shining out from under Sadie's door. He pretends to not notice the pleased feeling that settles in his chest and forces himself to go to his own door instead of straight to knocking on hers.

Max is waiting for him when he opens the door. His tail is wagging and he's doing his little tip-tap dance as Frank pulls what's left of his boots off. The second he tosses them aside, Max is on him, pushing his big square head into Frank's hands. 

Frank instantly starts scratching at his jowls, "I missed you, too, bud. You bein' a good guard?"

His answer is more tip-taps and some face licks.  He indulges in another minute of pets before pulling away. His gear joins his boots on the floor then he makes his way to the bathroom.

The second he turns on the light, he's grimacing at his reflection. He looks like fucking shit. Bruising and cuts cover his face. Drying blood is caked all over him. He's lucky the worst he got tonight was a deep swipe in his side with a knife. He already wrapped that in the van, keeping himself from bleeding over everything. 

He can't go see his girl looking like this, so he starts the shower and peels out of his clothes. He's just as covered in blood and grime naked. He buzzed his hair earlier that week, so at least he's not going to need to scrub his scalp to death to get clean.

But he still spends a good twenty minutes in the shower, making sure there isn't a speck of dirt on him. 

Max is sitting in the doorway when he steps out of the shower and gives Frank an excited wiggle when he's looked at, coupled with some grumbly whines. His 'pitbull talk' as Sadie calls it. He's been doing it more and more and she encourages it, pretending to have conversations with the dog. Frank may or may not have picked up on the habit. 

He raises his brow at Max, "You givin' me attitude now?" 

He can't help but snort when he just gets a big dog smile in return. 

"That's what I thought."

He gives Max another scratch as he passes from the bathroom back into the main room, going to grab some sweats and a shirt to throw on. He thinks for a to moment, then digs his sneakers out from under the bed. He's so used to wearing his boots to do everything, he can't even remember the last time he wore them. He doesn't even go jogging or shit like that. He's got some older boots, but he's not going to break those out just to take Max out. 

And that's not just because he's got no idea if they are in his apartment or one of his safe houses. 

He's gonna fucking bulk order from Red's suit guy. 

Max seems to know the plan. Frank's not even fully dressed before the leash is being pushed against his hand. He takes it with a huff and a smile, and clips it to Max's collar. He can't even be annoyed about the dog being pushy - he's been a crap owner. He'd be eager too, if he'd been locked up in the apartment.

He finishes putting his shoes on then lets Max lead him out. The air is a lot crisper now that his adrenaline is down. Halloween is right around the corner - he's been roped into joining Red's little group to make sure no one tries to burn the fucking city down. 

He starts to think up a plan for the rest of the night as he walks Max around the block. He knows Sadie will want to clean him up a bit and feed him and he'll let her. He's become spoiled on her cooking - he's bulked up a bit since she came into his life and he won't complain one bit. And she gets the good beer. 

Maybe he can talk her into watching some horror movie. She doesn't like the R-rated shit, she's too sweet for that, but he's sure they can find something tame enough. Something they can enjoy and he can just take a moment to fucking Relax. 

It's something he's forgotten how to do. He's always head down in his work, going after some shit bag or another. Grinding down anything left of Frank Castle and encompassing The Punisher has been his balance for the past year or so. Not losing himself like Red did, he's not letting a building collapse on him, it just didn't feel like the world needed Frank Castle anymore.

'Til he stumbled upon her, literally, and she took one look at the Punisher and only saw Frank Castle.

Maybe he'll pamper her instead, coax her into a bath and massage. Taking care of her gives him a sense of calm he hasn't had since Lisa was in diapers. Nothing else matters except what's in his hands. 

He licks his bottom lip at the thought of digging his thumbs into her shoulders, making his angel sigh in delight. Having her completely melt under him, trusting him so completely to take care of her. Soft conversation about whatever project she's wrapped up in, feeling like an actual person instead of a ghost of a man. 

So yeah, he'll do that, make up being away with doting on her. Solid plan, room for improvising. 

He tugs on Max's leash, dragging the dog's attention away from whatever he was sniffing, and starts heading back to the apartment building. It only takes a few minutes, Max trotting by him, throwing up those happy dog smiles to him. He lets himself smile too. 

The building is still just as quiet when he returns, the only sound as he starts up the stairs being the jingle of Max's tags. He stops in front of Sadie's door and tells Max to sit before knocking.

Frank knows she knows it's him, but he can't help but smile as he hears her push against the door so she can look through the peep hole. She's soft, but far from stupid.

His world brightens as the door swings open and he's met with a blinding smile.

"Frank! I wasn't expecting to see you tonight," she says, stepping back so he can come in. After Max, who pushes his way in to his favorite human. Sadie bends to scratch his ears, eyes never leaving Frank. 

She looks so sweet, he has to tell himself he can just throw her over his shoulder and take her to bed. Her mane of curls are thrown up in a bun and even though it's the end of October, she's wearing a tank top and little sleeping shorts. It doesn't leave much to the imagination.

"Saw you were still up, wanted to check in," is his reply to her. "How you doin', sweetheart?"

Sadie unclips Max's leash and he barrels his way to the couch, probably going to right where she had just been sitting. She doesn't seem to mind, turning her attention to Frank, putting her hands on his chest and leaning up on her tip toes to press a feather light kiss to his lips. He instantly reaches around to run his hands over her ass before squeezing her cheeks, pulling her closer to him. She gives a pleased hum against his lips.

"Better with you here." She pulls back and taps her fingers against him, lips turning into the slightest frown, "There's glass in your arm."

He gives her another squeeze before letting her go, and looking at the back of his forearm. It's like his boot, shredded to fuck. He went through a window at some point, so he's not surprised glass got in there. Everything kinda hurts, so he didn't even realize.

Sadie traces her finger up to his neck, dancing over his skin before cupping his jaw. Frank leans into it eagerly, "Let me grab my tweezers."

He's reluctant to let her go now he has his hands on her, but he behaves. He kicks off his shoes and follows her into the main room.

Max has made his home on the couch and the table in the front of him is covered in what looks like disassembled picture frames. His sweet girl is always working on some type of project and he can't wait to hear about whatever she's doing now.

After she patches him up.

He plops himself down at the kitchen table and rests his arm there, turning it so Sadie can easily get to the cuts and waits. A moment later, she's coming out of the bathroom with bright pink tweezers. He smiles at the sight - he bought her a whole grooming kit in obnoxious colors and it pleases him she uses it.

She playfully snaps them at him as she sits, "I only felt a few, so it will just take a minute."

Frank hums, "Baby girl, you know there's no rush."

She just smiles at him then turns her attention to his wounds. 

He doesn't take his eyes off her. 

With such gentleness and care Frank has never deserved in his life, Sadie picks up his arm and the slightest tingle goes down his spine as all the pain in his body is dulled into nothingness. In the blink of an eye, the scrapes on his knuckles are gone, like they were never there to begin with. Every wound, every injury he's gotten over the last week or so disappear, save the cuts on his arm she is pulling glass out of. He can't even feel it - she's numbed the area around it. 

He swears she just really be an angel. She can heal anything with just a touch. She's saved his ass too many times to count at this point, Red and Finn's too, and that doesn't compare to the weird underground clinic she works with. She does it all without asking for anything in return and hardly ever questions where injuries came from. And she does it all anonymously - only a handful of people know what she can do. She covers her face and hair when she works. 

Frank knows a great deal of it has to do with her fears of being taken to some lab - not that he'd ever let that happen - but he knows she wouldn't want the power that would come with being public. If she wanted it, she could be the richest person in the world. He's seen her cure fucking stage three cancer in a five minute session and save a man who had been stabbed in the heart. People would literally pay billions for a handshake from Sadie Harper. 

She barely makes rent.

She thrifts all her clothes and buys her furniture from the flea market.

She lives in this shit hole apartment in Hell's Kitchen and the first time she's ever been outside New York or Jersey, it was him taking her to Connecticut for the Elephant's Trunk Flea Market. 

She doesn't have health insurance or the ability to heal herself because Fate truly is a bitch.

She spends all her time cleaning guns with him, talking about her dreams of buying a run down apartment and remodeling it all herself. She's the unofficial doctor for a group of New York vigilantes because she can't afford to go to college. Her hobbies include acting like a nutritionist to all her friends because she can tell all of their blood work with a touch and she is extremely passionate about food and being the neighborhood safe person. Everyone knows Sadie knows the Punisher. He's made sure of that.

And that means kids come to her when someones hurting them. Sometimes it's a bully, and Sadie gives them advice. Sometimes it's a kid who can't go to the ER and knows the Woman at the Clinic won't ask questions. And sometimes those kids keep coming back and back and neither of them say a word over and over and over again until the kids just says a name. Then Sadie never sees that kid again. 

And that's who she is and Frank…cares very deeply about her for it. 

She makes him feel like Frank Castle again. 

"That's the last one."

She drops his hand and bounces up to go clean the tweezers. His eyes go right to her ass. Like a true New Yorker she walks every where and it shows. Frank's a simple man.

"I went to the butcher's today and got more ham for stock. I haven't used it yet, I'll make you a sandwich. Would you like beer or coffee?"

"Beer, please," Frank replies. He finally looks away from her and over to the TV. There's a couple touring some run down looking house. "Where they at?"

"California."

"They're always in California." 

"They're based in California, so they didn't spend the money to travel for the first few seasons," she says, starting to flutter around the kitchen, gathering things to cook with. 

"Huh," he grunts, and turns on his chair to face the TV. His eyes drop to the frames on the coffee table. "What'cha working on?"

She doesn't respond right away. Frank waits a few moments, thinking she's busy with something or thinking over her answer, before he looks over. 

Her back is turned to him and her shoulders hunched up. That makes him knit his brow. He waits. She'll tell him when she's ready, but he doesn't like it's something she's nervous about. She's got some of the worst anxiety he's ever seen, but she's gotten better at knowing he won't get angry at her. 

It's not like she's doing anything dangerous - her projects are all crafts in one way or another. 

It takes her a full minute before she turns around and comes back to him. He holds out his hands and she takes it, giving the smallest of tugs. He gets up and follows her easily, heading over towards the couch. Max looks up at them, tail starting to thunk hard against the seat. She leads him to the other end and he sits, raising the urge to pull her into his lap. He lets her sit between him and her dog.

Frank finally notices a yellow envelope on the table and he instantly knows it has photos in it. Real printed out photos. He lets go of her hand to reach for it. 

Sadie is still as a statue beside him. 

There's a fair amount of photos in the envelope and he slides the stack out into his hand.

And nearly fucking drops them.

Lisa and Maria are beaming back up at him, wearing swimsuits at the beach. He's never seen this picture before in his life.

He flips to the next photo. 

It's Frank Jr's school photo.

The next is Lisa and her friends at a bowling alley. She's posing with a ball. 

The next is he and Maria's wedding photo.

"Facebook," Sadie says so softly it almost spooks him. "And Instagram. A lot of their friends don't have private accounts. I…ummm.. Made enough to make into an album for you, too."

That pulls his eyes away from Maria's smile and he frowns up at Sadie. 

She's looking down at her lap, wringing her hands. Her voice is still quiet when she speaks, "Dia de Los Muertos is coming up and I thought they would want to know how you were doing. I've never made one before, but my abuelita would make an altar for my abuelito every year to give him all the gossip, so I kind of have an idea."

Frank looks back to Maria. His chest is getting tight. There's something growing in his throat. "You made 'em an altar?"

She squirms beside him, "I'm still making it…" She sounds ashamed over the fact. 

He doesn't know how to feel. There's so much going through him and God, seeing Maria's smile is destroying him but he wants to sear it into his memory. His hands shake as he flips to the next photo.

It's him and Lisa. He remembers taking it - they went to Coney Island without checking the weather and it rained on them. About ten minutes after Lisa demanded they take a selfie. 

God, she'd laugh her ass off if she knew how many dumb selfies he's been in. The thought makes him tear up and he starts tracing over her smile. His baby girl. He misses her so much. 

He misses them all so much. 

He forces his eyes away from the photos and back to Sadie.

She's still not looking at him and he can feel the nerves rolling off her in waves. She's scared how he's gonna react and it makes his heart hurt. He knows whatever she is doing is with pure intentions - she's not snooping around or anything. He's not sure what she's doing, if he's being honest, but he's got a rough idea. He's seen the sugar skulls and knows what an altar is. 

Frank swallows the lump in his throat and locks his lips. "Can I help?" He asks and his voice is cracked to shit.

Her head turns to him slowly, her lips turning up into that beautiful bright smile. She starts to nod eagerly, and Frank's heart is pounding in his chest for so many reasons. 

"We need to find photos. I was looking for really happy things. Good memories for them to come back to? And…um…" She leans down and Frank watches her pull out a shopping bag out from under the table and up onto her lap. Max pushes his head into her lap, sniffing loudly. She opens the bag towards him and he sticks his head right in. Finding nothing for him, he pulls back and flops back down with a huff. 

Sadie then shows him what's in the bag - two little Lego sets, both dinosaur themed. The lump in his throat comes back full force and his hand is shaking again as he pulls out one of the boxes. 

They'd go feral for these - Lisa and Frankie. These are the toys aimed at older kids. Hell, he used to always get a kick out of putting them together, no matter his age. It's always been fun to see what little blocks can build. He can hear them in his head, screeching and laughing about stealing each other's blocks.  He can picture being roped into building some big thing so they can have their dinosaurs tear it down just in time for dinner. 

"I didn't know," Sadie starts, her voice back to being so soft, "if I should build them or not. My abuelito only ever got tequila, cigarettes, and the paper. But they are meant to be played with, so leaving them in the box seems…sad?" She looks from the box in his hands up to Frank's face, "What do you think?"

He licks his lips before putting the box and stack of photographs down on the coffee table. He turns back to Sadie, takes in her large, love filled brown eyes, and part of him just melts. 

How can she be so good? So good to him?

There ain't no way in hell he deserves her goodness. And not at this level. 

Finding pictures of his family, getting toys for his kids, doing all this because she knows how important they are to him. How important they will always be. 

He is supposed to be pampering her and here she is, making him cry. 

Frank takes her face in his hands and kisses her, soft but firm, running his thumb over her cheek as he does. She sighs into him, turning towards him so she can rest her palms on his chest. He doesn't miss a beat, dropping his hands to her hips and tugging her into his lap so she's straddling him. She moves so easily for him, making soft little pleased noises the whole time, settling against him. 

He slides one hand up her back, pushing up her tank top until he reaches her shoulders, then let's the fabric drop back down, before going up her neck and burying his hand into her hair. He bites her bottom lip lightly before pulling back just enough to talk. She tries to follow him and he ends up mumbling into her mouth between more kisses.

"I think buildin' 'em would be perfect. Think you're perfect, sweetheart, for doin' this. Thinking of them. You got no idea," he gets out as he starts kissing down her jaw to her neck, "Thank you." He might start actually crying if he keeps going, so he buries his face into the crook of her neck. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and holds him close, cradling his head against her and lightly scratching the nape of his neck with her nails. Comforting him so he doesn't turn into a mess.

She kisses his temple and she gives a little hum against him before she starts talking, "You said you don't get to visit them as much as you'd like, so I thought they'd like to know how you're doing. And…" She nuzzles against where she kissed, like she's shy about what she's got to say, "I wanted to meet them…let them know you.. Aren't alone."

And God, that just fucking gets him. Frank hugs her tighter to him, trying to absorb her into him because part of him never wants to let her go. 

He takes a shaky breath and looks up at her, and he can't help but smile because she's smiling down at him. She really is his angel. 

"Nah…not alone. I got you to take care of me." He gives her another sweet kiss, "Don't know how I got so lucky." 

"Fate," she replies with a hint of mischief. It's her go to answer for everything and it's not something he believes in, but he's not going to argue with her. 

She slides off his lap, turning to grab the stack of photos on the table as she does, then curls against his side, tucking her feet up under her. Frank wraps his arm around her to hold her close and looks down at the image of Lisa clasped in Sadie's hands.  Lisa would have loved Sadie. Maria and Frankie, too. 

"Will you tell me about this one?" Sadie asks, flipping the photo of him and Lisa to the back to reveal one of Maria dressed up like a pirate for Halloween. Lisa, still a baby, is wearing a parrot onesie and has clearly just poured her bottle all over Maria's top. 

Frank can't help the bark of laughter that escapes him, "Oh Lordy, I remember this. Lisa had just started really eaten solid food…"

And just like that, another part of Frank Castle blooms back to life from the ashes of the Punisher's past. 

[peachymilkandcream]

Written In Blood|Part 2|Modern Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I really wanted to explore these two more and I can honestly say an AU of them is pretty fun. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, misogyny, etc.

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Levi knew the ins and outs of the legal system by now, with his knowledge he had easily been able to get dangerous criminals returned back in the streets to blame for his own crimes later. With many parties to blame the suspicion never fell on him. All criminals from the poor to the wealthy wanted him to represent them, knowing how he could baffle the prosecution and somehow get acquittals left and right even when the defendant was clearly guilty.

Everyone wanted his secrets, but he would keep those to himself. Finding out what poor souls were put on jury duty and charming them was his specialty. Offering a joke with some of the men, a understanding smile and feign interest as he heard another mind-numbing golf story. With the women, flirtations and promises of future intimacy to make them forget their worthless husbands or partners. Unanimously they always found his defendants not guilty.

"Ah, Mr. Schmidt was it?" He sits down, grimacing at the probably filthy chair set out for him.

"The hell do you want, some fancy rich asshole in a suit, what do you want with me? What, do I owe you money or something?"

"I'm a lawyer Mr. Schmidt, Levi Ackerman, have you heard of me?"

"Yeah I know you, you're the guy who gets everyone off with a slap on the wrist huh?"

"The same."

"I can't pay your big bucks, sorry."

"No don't worry about that, I only want to take this case because I'm curious as to the crime and why? Why go after someone so famous who could throw you in jail like this?"

"Because she's hot and rich, and who doesn't like that. But I'm telling you, she's got that rich bitch attitude that goes with it. Now I don't like that in a woman, y'know what I mean?"

"Absolutely, I feel the exact same way."

"So I figured I'd knock her down a peg or two."

"And how would you do that?"

"Break in, scare her a little, get her to drive herself crazy and then break in and fuck her 'til she's a fuckin' cum dumpster. See if she's still high and mighty then."

Deep down Levi could rip out the man's teeth, talking about his target that way disgusted him. If anyone he'd be the one doing that.

"I completely understand. Now how did you go about finding the address?"

"Apparently in one of her friend's personal posts they show the apartment number. It wasn't hard to find street and city. After that it was history."

"Now I'm obligated to ask if you regret what you did."

"Are you kidding? Fuck no. I regret that I got caught is all. "

"Good to know. And if you got back on the streets what would you do with your freedom?"

"Probably try again, now I know what her security looks like."

"Understandable."

"You're really gonna represent me even though I can't pay your fees?"

"Of course I am, not so much for you, but because I'm interested to see this woman you've taken so much interest in."

"Oh trust me, she's sexy as hell let me tell you that."

"I don't doubt it." Levi stands.

"What you don't need some more information or stuff-?"

"I'll be back for that, don't worry. See you in court."

"Yeah I guess so. Hey what are you going to do with that stuff I told you?"

Levi chuckles. "Who knows? Maybe I'll just finish what you started."

[celestialvexation-arch]

A little something I thought of

Mike stomped in to the job recruitment center looking for a certain man how dare this asshole not tell him about the alive animatronics there is absolutely no way he didn't know

Mike's blood was boiling it was one thing if he got hurt but now Abby is involved he would be damned if anything happened to her

He rushed passed the receptionist knowing his way to that bastards office the poor reception lady rushing after Mike repeatedly calling after him

Mike didn't bother knocking he quickly barged in exclaiming loudly

"You didn't tell me they where alive!"

The receptionist finally caught up with Mike as she stepped beside him

"I'm so sorry I tried to stop him but-"

William never looking at Mike or the other person gently placed the stack of papers down on his desk giving them both his trademark smile waving the receptionist away

"It's fine I'm whatever it is was very... important please leave us"

The receptionist nodded giving Mike a nasty glare yet Mike was all too familiar with those looks so it didn't bother him as much as soon as the woman left Mike stomped over to William

"You knew didn't you!"

Mike hissed at the other male as William bobbed his head side to side

"In a way yes"

Mike let out a frustrated sigh placing his hands on his hips he turned away from the man before looking back at him with a fire in his eyes

"So what the last guy died?! So where you just hoping I would too?! All of this isn't worth it I'm not... equipped to handle all of this shit... I-I quit"

He turned away from William running his hands through his hair he didn't seem to notice William standing from his chair Slowly stepping closer to Mike

"Now let's not make an rash decisions you might regret later on"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Still unaware of just how close William was Mike started at the carpeted ground as he hopped from foot to foot biting his nails

"It's like what I said in the beginning no other place will hire you not only do you have a criminal record but you can't keep a job for more then 2 weeks no one will hire someone with that type of track record"

Mike Finally turned to look at William only noticing how close the other has gotten and how tall he was he could easily overpowered Mike if so wishes

"W-what do I do then?"

William stared down at those big brown eyes the smile never leaving his face

"You will stay at Freddy's and continue living your life... do I make myself clear"

Mike looking away for a moment only for his face to be grabbed by William forcing there eyes to meet once again

"Answer me boy"

A chill ran down Mike's spine it felt as though the whole room went cold

"yes sir"

Williams thumb lightly grazed Mike's lips he hummed in contemptment

"Good boy"

Mike wanted to run all the anger he had vanished as soon as he saw that look of malice and hunger in Williams eyes he tried to step back but William had a firm grip squeezing his arm every so tightly

"Michael"

Mike looked at william once again only to be met with a kiss

Taken aback Mike attempted to push William away shoving and hitting but nothing worked all it did was cause William to slam Mike against a wall and Williams tongue was being shoved down his throat

Mike tried to fight back yet again the sensation of a warm hand stroking his cock made him let out a gasp his body switched not used to being touched like this

He hated the noise he made as the stroking moved in quick motion

William pulled his hands away letting Mike to breath and try to piece together what the hell is happening but sadly it is short lived as his pants are being forcibly pulled down only one of his leg managed to get out of his pants and boxers hell he isn't even sure when William pulled his own pants down but the next thing he knows is William lifting him up against the wall and his cock being shoved so deep inside him it caused him to see stars for a moment Mike attempted to arch his back away from William but William kept him in place repeatedly shoving his cock inside Mike

Mike let out a cry of slight pain but the hand on his throat kept him from making any more noise William leaned down in to Mike's ear and harshly whispered

"Let this be the last time you barged in my office again"

All Mike could do was nod as his eyes closed shut but William wasn't done

"You like my cock inside you don't you you love how it feel deep inside you want me to come inside you don't you Mikey boy"

Mike couldn't speak as he felt his own orgasm getting closer yet William was relentless

"Answer my question Michael"

Hitting his peak Mike blurred out

"Yes yes God yes"

Mike let out a groan as he cummed yet also feeling Williams own warm seed deep inside him

At the moment Mike didn't care William carried Mike to his desk and gently layed Mike down as Mike was dozing in a out the last thing he heard was

"Don't worry Michael I'll take good care of you"

i am NORMAL about this. i am HAPPY with this :3333

[beautouslysandy]

New To Town-5

(I don’t know how long this series is gonna be)

Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

By- Sandy

Warnings: Mention of broken bone, but nothing else

Word Count: 1,666

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You walked up the stairs to Buck’s place/bar. You didn’t even know what to call it. You knocked on the door, no answer. You knocked again, no answer. The you knocked again, answer. The door swung open to reveal Buck who clearly had a massive hangover. “What do you want?” He asked groaning.

You walked through the door now that it was open, he didn’t even bother with you. He clearly had a huge party last night. Due to the fact of cups everywhere, and oh god an undergarment. You shook your head in second-hand embrassment as you headed up the stairs. You knocked lightly on the door which led to Dally’s “room”. You heard a groan and him turning on his side. You opened the door. “Morning, sleeping beauty.” You teased with a smile.

You went over and sat on the mattress, as you soon as you did you felt arms wrap around your waist and pull you down on the mattress. You laughed “Come on, Dally! We have to meet up with everyone.” You said, you attempted to get up but failed due to him having his arms around you. You felt him burying his face into your neck and have you a kiss. “Don’t.” He said in his groggy morning voice, and he gave you a kiss on the cheek

You tried to get up again but failed, again. “No.” Dally said pulling you back down to mattress. “Dally..” You said laughing softly

“Yes, doll?” He said, you could hear him smiling as he pulled you closer to him. “We have to go.” You said seriously, or at least trying to say seriously. “Where?” He asked trying to act clueless

You tried to take his hands off you, and lets just say Dallas doesn’t like his doll trying to leave him period but in the morning, it’s worse. “What the hell are you doing, doll.” He said coldly, as you tried to take his hand off you.

Unconsciously you replied with “I am trying to leave” You said grunting trying to get some sort of way to get out of his grasp.

Once he heard you say that, he switched his attitude immediately. Dallas has a switch in his brain that controls his emotions whether they are positive or negative. Guess what you just switched on. “Fine then.” He said taking his hands off of you and turning to his side. You fell off the bed due to the suddenness of him letting go and you trying to leave his grasp. “Ouch! You asshole!” You muttered angrily, you tried to push up but you couldn’t. You had this unbelievable pain in your wrist. It’s broken due to hitting it on the nightstand with such force.

“Ouch.” You whispered. “Doll?” Dally asked, you could hear the bed creaking from him turning over. “On the floor.” You said coldly. “What?” He asked, then found you on the floor

“You pushed me on the floor and now my wrist is broken, you asshole.” You said trying to get your self up. You got up and glared at Dally on the bed and began to head to her door sniffling due to the pain of your wrist. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Is what you told yourself and then you heard heavy footsteps, you felt muscular arms wrapping you in a hug and turning you around. “Let me see…” Dally asked softly

You gave him your hand, the bone was in the wrong place you could tell. “I am so sorry, doll…” He said hesitantly with guilt in his tone

“Yeah.” You said looking anywhere but at him.

“Doll?” He asked worriedly, trying to get you to make eye contact with him.

With your non-broken hand you played with the locket your aunt gifted you that was your mothers. Dallas kept calling your name and his tone getting more and more sad. You accidentally zoned-out on thinking what it would be like if your mom were here but you were brought out of that fantasy when the bedroom door opened with a big bang. “What do you want, Buck?” Dally asked aggressively, you still didn’t look at him. “Nevermind.” The familiar dry voice replied, closing the door.

“Doll? Please answer me..please” Dally said softly with a sniffle, and then you felt a drop of water on your hand.

“Dally…” You said softly, was he crying. “Doll, I am so sorry. I am truly so sorry. I love you, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said sniffling

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” You said calmly looking at the ground. You felt his tough hand hold you chin and bring it up to look him in the eyes.

“What are you apologizing for, doll?” He said coldly

“I was the one tha-“ You began

“I was the one that nothing…I am the only who needs to apologize not you, okay?” He said roughly looking you in the eyes with sincerity

“Okay.” You said kissing him on the cheek.

“Doll?” He asked with his forehead to

yours

“Hmm..” You replied in your smile

“We should get your wrist checked out.” He said grabbing a t-shirt and coat.

“That’s a good idea…”

———

It’s been a week since the whole broken wrist incident, and Dallas refuses to touch you other than a simple kiss. It was really getting on your nerves. You had your cast on, which Sodapop vandalized immediately. “I am hungry.” You said looking in the Curtis’ fridge, tapping your finger on your lips.

You and the Curtis’ had grown very close in the span of one month. Your house was their house and their house was yours, as the saying goes. A home away from home. Or more like a home away from my house which is 8 steps away. “Then eat.” Sodapop said sarcastically, with a chuckle as he walked into the kitchen examining the fridge with you.

“I want fries. I am gonna go to the diner.” You said closing the fridge and walking out the door. Dally wasn’t there to stop you cause he was in the bathroom. Score.

———

You were in your personal favorite booth in the back, you were looking at the menu when the waiter came over so you ordered some fries and your favorite drink. “Is that all, Y/N?” The waiter asked, you were a usual. What can I say you love their fries. “Yes. That’s all. Thank you.” You said smiling. The booth you were at had a window next to it and there was a big bang on it, the whole diner looked towards it to see Dally knocking on it. You laughed because his face was so funny, he looked so irritated. Most likely because the diner is y’all’s place and you always go together and he didn’t like when you went to public places without him. Everyone in the diner went back to eating or whatever they were doing. You just waved at him, he couldn’t get in unless you were with him, the staff didn’t like him very much. For many reasons. He stared at you in disbelief, you could see Johnny and Ponyboy walking up to him. You were about to point to him when a guy came up to you and started talking to you. You felt like being a little mean today due to

Dallas treating you like a piece a glass. So you talked to him. Dally got really mad, he stromed into the diner. Once he got to your booth, he shot the guy talking to you the nastiest look ever and then punched him in the face and started fighting with him. You were shocked, I mean you knew he was protective and got jealous quickly but gosh. The server came over and handed you the fries and the drink. The server gave you a look which said “Get your crazy-ass delinquent boyfriend under control or I will call the fuzz(police).”

“Uh..Dally?” You said in a upset tone. He stopped with his punch mid-air, “What.” He asked. “There is something wrong.” You said stupidly

“What.” He said turning around

You smiled the he always had a soft-spot for. He muttered something under his breath before sliding into the booth with you. The guy that made the mistake talked to you couldn’t have ran out the diner fast enough. You began to eat your fries, you felt Dally staring at you. You took a sip of your drink.

“Mm” You said satisfied with your “snack”

You heard him scoff. You just kept doing you, so you ate your fries and sipped on your drink. This is was getting on his nerves clearly because he kept scoffing and staring at you. He was pissed. You were glad, now he knows how you feel when he treats you like glass. (Maybe not in the same way but the angry was still there)

He tried to steal one of your fries and you slapped his hand. And you glared at him and he gave the rudest look he has ever given you. You pushed your drink towards him apologetically with a laugh. Then he chuckled a bit. “Your crazy.” You whispered

“Crazy for you.” He smiled

“Then act like it, not in the I am gonna beat every opposite sec human being that talks to you way.” “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked taking a fry quickly

“You’re treating me like a piece of glass, you are afraid to touch me.” He looked at you in pure shock “What the hell are you talking about, doll?” He smirked

Then it looked like something clicked in his head “Ohhh..I just wanted to make sure that you fully healed.” He chuckled

“Mhm” You said sarcastically

He leaned over the table and kissed you so passionately you thought you were dreaming. When he pulled from the kiss he said:

“Is that better, doll?” He smirked and laughed at you flustered and stunned face.

Should I do a sixth one?

-Sandy

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Only Human chapter 2

here on ao3 or read it below

Louis feels like he’s moving in slow motion.  His entire body feels hot and cold.  His step father-in-law is dead.  How on Earth is Lestat going to take the news?

Gabrielle is looking at him expectantly.  She’s striking in a crisp pants suit, with her hair cropped short.  She’s into her fifties now, but she’s aged gracefully. Like always, she’s beautiful.  There isn’t a single sign that she’s a grieving widow.

Well, her and Marius had been married ‘for business’.  Lestat once told him that they had wed so they wouldn’t have to testify against each other in the event something happened.  Apparently, their business was up to no good.  Louis hadn’t wanted to know much more about it.

“Louis, where is Lestat?  We’ll tell him together.”

Louis nods.  “Right.  He’s in the studio.”

Lestat had a recording studio in their house, because of course he did.  He said it was necessary if he was moved to create.  Louis had told him being a rockstar was going to his head.  

Gabrielle ends up in front of him, leading the way.  She opens the door to the basement studio without knocking.  “Lestat?”

Lestat is wearing his red silk house robe and matching pajama bottoms.  His hair is in a snarl, falling out of the ponytail he put it into.  He’s been working on a song for the album the last few days, but hasn’t been able to get it right.  Satan’s Night Out was Lestat’s band, and they had released a few singles that hit big.  But Lestat is the front man and creative force behind them.

They were even thinking of changing the name to The Vampire Lestat.  Louis thought the vampire thing was overplayed.

“Gabrielle,” Lestat says and moves away from the guitar he was strumming.  (Louis thinks it’s weird how he calls his mom by her name, but he’s never brought it up.)  Lestat plays piano, violin, and the guitar.  Louis had always secretly found that impressive.  He sees Louis behind her and smiles at him.  “Mon cher.  What’s wrong?”

Louis doesn’t know how exactly to tell him.  “We have to tell you something.”  

Louis hesitates; Gabrielle rips off the band-aid.  “It’s Marius.  He’s been murdered.”

/

The good thing about being part of the press is knowing how to avoid them.  Daniel manages to get Armand out of the house before the vultures show up.  Marius de Romanus is–was, Daniel has to remind himself–a popular artist.  His style was Tintoretto meets Botticelli.  Rich assholes loved him.  He was also quite famous as an art collector, and ran many galleries.  

Daniel is pretty sure Marius and Gabrielle are using the art gallery to launder money, but he hasn’t looked into it.  He wants to, but these are his in-laws.  He has to play nice.

Armand’s head is leaning against the window and he’s looking out of the car, barely blinking.  Daniel isn’t quite sure what to do here.  They can’t go to Marius’ home–it’s the scene of a crime.  Murder.  

He’d gotten that much out of Bianca, who had finally stopped crying and went into survival mode.  She was making calls, trying to handle the possible press.  She had gathered Sybelle and Benji and said she was taking them to a hotel.  She had said the entire family should meet there.  Daniel agreed, even though he had no real desire to see Lestat and Gabrielle at the time.

There were some weird ass daddy issues with Armand, Lestat, and Marius.  Daniel knows better than to bring it up though.  

Daniel takes a different route to the hotel than Bianca, hoping any gathering press won’t know who to follow.   Daniel had to marry into old money; the de Romanus family has been around since before the fall of Rome.  Old, Italian money.  Hell, Marius still had a family estate in Venice.  

Of course, Bianca gets them the Tower Three bedroom suite.  

Daniel doesn’t know how she manages things like that, other than as one of Marius’ adopted kids, she has access to more money than god.  Though technically, Marius had ‘adopted’ her when she was already legally an adult.  A fresh, young, twenty-one.  It was around the same time he adopted Armand.  

And there was something weird there, something Armand had offhandedly remarked about once.  He’d said that Marius’ was protecting Bianca from her family.  But when Daniel had questioned further, Armand had shut him out. 

There’s something rotten in Denmark, or what the fuck ever.  

Daniel once researched adult adoption.  Alice’s new husband had been thinking of it for the girls.  Alice had wanted to know his opinion on it and Daniel had told Alice to tell her husband to go fuck himself.  

One of the things he remembered is you can’t have had sexual contact with the adult you wanted to adopt.  And given what he’s seen, the body language he’s clocked, there’s something there.  Or there was.  Armand knows, without a doubt.  But he’d never tell him, so Daniel never asks.  

The car arrives to the Plaza.  Daniel grabs his and Armand’s bags.  He’d had to pack both in a hurry.  Armand had just sat in silence, like he does now.  

“Come on, boss.  I can’t carry the bags and you.”

Armand glances over at him.  Blinks his eyes.  They're wet again. He wordlessly slips out of his seat and walks around to stand by Daniel.  He’s out of it, moving like he’s still in a trance.  Daniel signals for a bellhop to come take their bags.  

He winds an arm around Armand and handles checking them in.  He leads Armand to their room; they take the Tower bedroom with the round bed.  Armand likes the round bed.  Daniel thinks beds are meant to be rectangular.  A circle is just wasting space.  

Armand immediately slumps onto the bed and curls up to his side.  Daniel tugs off Armand’s shoes and slips out of his own.  He crawls up behind Armand and wraps an arm around his waist.  Usually, it’s the other way around when they do this.  Daniel doesn’t really have a preference; he’s just happy to have Armand touching him.  

Daniel presses a gentle kiss to the nape of Armand’s neck.  “Your wicked step-mother is going to be here soon.”  

He’s never understood Armand’s dislike of Gabrielle.  She’s hardly warm or maternal in the slightest, but then, Armand hardly needed her to be his mother.  He was a grown man by the time Gabrielle and Marius married.  

Daniel suspects it’s out of some feeling of offense on behalf of Lestat.  Gabrielle never mothered him, but he still adored her.  Probably to an unhealthy degree.  It always struck Daniel as a little Freudian.  Not that he bought that Freudian crap; every psychologist he’d ever talked to hated Freud.  

Whatever weird oedipus complex they had going on, Daniel was firmly looking away from it.  He did not want to see. 

Armand lets out a small sigh and pulls Daniel’s arm around him tighter.  “Can’t you just get rid of her?”

“Lestat’s called a family meeting,” Daniel fills Armand in.  

Armand bristles.  “Who gave him the right-”

“Hey, relax,” Daniel says and nuzzles into Armand’s neck.  He runs a soothing hand up and down his chest.  “He’s family; he has the right.  You all do.  I mean, except me and Louis.  We can’t call meetings.  We just have to suffer through them.”

Armand says nothing.  Daniel kisses his shoulder.  “You wanna get out of this, I’ll make something up, okay?  You don’t have to deal with this now.”

Armand shakes his head.  “No, I can’t hide.  Everyone will think-”

Armand doesn’t finish the sentence, but Daniel gets what he’s putting down.  And Armand would hate to be seen as weak.  Especially in front of Lestat and Louis.  Daniel squeezes him tighter.  

Armand’s entire body heaves as a sob racks out of him.  His hands grip unto Daniel’s arm.  His grip is so tight his nails are leaving indentations in Daniel’s skin.  Daniel doesn’t mind.  He’s about to try to say something comforting, when Armand hisses out “I hated him.”

“I know.”

“And I loved him.”

“I know.”

Armand turns around in his arms and buries his face in Daniel’s chest.  “Aren’t we supposed to be fighting?”

Daniel runs fingers through his hair.  “Nah, you were right.  Whatever it was.”

Armand pinches his side.  It hurts.  “Ow?”

“Don’t acquiesce out of pity, Daniel.”

Jesus fucking christ.  He didn’t know where to start with that.  Better to just clear things up and move on.  “Baby, I came over to surrender before I heard about your dad.  You’d win regardless.  You always do.”

Armand tilts his head up and looks at Daniel for a second then smiles.  “I believe you.”

“How gracious of you.”

Armand snuggled back closer to him.  “I want to know who killed him.”

Daniel barely knew anything, not even how Marius died.  Gabrielle had most of the information and she’s going to share it at the family meeting.  

Family meeting.  Ugh.  Daniel hates them.  Rich people are a special kind of evil.  Not that he can complain, he married a billionaire.  Not a millionaire, which could have been forgivable.  No, he married an honest to god, richer than some countries billionaire.  Anyone with that kind of money is evil.  Daniel knew this and still dove right in.  Turns out he’s okay with a little evil.  

“The police will figure it out.”

Armand snorts.  “The police are idiots.”

He’s not wrong.  

“Shit.  We gotta think about how we’re going to handle this with the press,”  Daniel says.  He’s a reporter; that means they’re all going to look to him to make the press go away.  

Armand shakes his head.  “I don’t want to think about it.  I don’t want to think about anything.  Help me to not think, Daniel.”

Then Armand is kissing him with a desperate edge, and Daniel kisses him back until they need to breathe.  Daniel positions Armand to sit on the edge of the bed with his legs splayed open.  Then he drops to his knees and helps Armand to not think.

An hour later, Louis comes to knock at his door and tell him everyone has arrived.  Daniel shares a private look with him, one someone who only comes from outside this word could understand.  

“How’s Lestat?”  Daniel asks.  Marius had adopted the guy and fully embraced him as a son.  Armand had some issues with it all.  

“Like you’d expect,”  Louis says.  “You know, he never got along with his real dad.  So he says losing him wasn’t so bad.  But Marius…Lestat loved him.”

Daniel rubs his face and sighs.  “So did Armand.”  

Daniel had never warmed up to the guy.  Louis seemed to like him okay.  But there was just something about him that rubbed Daniel the wrong way.  Hell, the guy hadn’t even got upset when someone Daniel’s age proposed to his son.  That had to be some sort of red flag, right?  Normal fathers would have a problem with it.  

“Let’s keep them from killing each other in there,” Louis says, almost smiling.  “You know how they are.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Daniel agrees, knowing damn well if Armand wants to do something he won’t be able to stop him.  

Armand comes up to join him.  Daniel instinctually reaches down and twines their hands together.  It’s just a family meeting.  They can get through it.

Everyone here was family.  How bad could it be?