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markosmate · 4 years ago

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Pairing; Marko x Emerson!Reader

Summary; Moving to a different state with your younger brothers and mother just to live with your grandfather was hard enough, but falling in love with a vampire and then watching your brother do the same thing? Much different story.

Warnings; strong language

au:// Welp lovelies I had promised you a Marko series in February that I started writing while I was manic, then after writing a good five/six chapters I fell into a deep dark hole of depression and didn’t write anything but sad, worthless poetry about a boy I’m in love with who doesn’t love me back :) But now it’s May, a spark of inspiration and happiness has suddenly hit me and I’ve come back to this series to finally deliver it to you!! I hope y’all like it cause I literally stress cried over finishing it three different times :,)

I’d also like to point out that any kind of feedback at all is so so appreciated. Most of my inspiration comes from feeding off of people’s reactions to what I write. So if you enjoy it or have any recommendations or comments at all please please don’t be shy to send me an ask or DM or even comment to let me know :( Thank you and enjoy!!

Part 2

I wasn’t exactly mad about moving, there was nothing holding me in Phoenix that I would be particularly sad about leaving behind. The only thing that struck a nerve was that it was dumped out of nowhere on me. Suddenly Mom had divorced Dad, let him keep everything, and made plans with Grandpa for us to move into his place with him. A little prior warning would have been appreciated, but regardless when we were told it didn’t change the fact that everything we knew was changing. Sam wasn’t happy about it at all, leaving his friends, leaving Dad. Michael... well Michael didn’t really have an opinion. In my view, he was just indifferent. He didn’t really care where the hell we were as long as he had a motorcycle, a job, and some hot chicks to swoon over.

But here we were, packed into Mom’s truck and driving through a town that I’d most likely have memorized like the back of my hand in a good few days. As the three in the car argued over which station to keep on, I turned my head and leaned my forehead on the window of the car. I watched the beach as we drove along the road, and admired the waves hitting against the sand.

I was ready to drift off until we got to Grandpa’s house when a short, exited yell left Mom’s lips. “Oh!” She grinned happily as Sam landed on a station familiar to her. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Oh, that’s from my era! Grooving on a Sunday afternoon!” She sung along with the song as Sam threw his head back and groaned in protest. I laughed at her antics, enjoying seeing my Mom acting so carefree and happy.

“Alright, keep going, keep going.” Mom and Sam agreed with each other at the same time, Mom leaning over to continue skipping through the stations. Finally, the next station was agreed on and my pounding head thanked the universe for the quiet that I hadn’t been able to achieve the entire drive here. “Hey we’re almost there!”

“Ugh,” Sam scrunched his nose up in disgust after taking a deep breath. I leaned forward to wrap my arms around his head-rest and pull my face closer to the open window. The pungent smell hit me, and I recognized it immediately, low tide, but it wasn’t bad - anything to do with the beach was calming to me regardless. “What’s that smell?”

“Ah!” Mom breathed in deeply and turned to share a knowing grin with me, “That’s the ocean air!”

I turned to look at the welcoming sign, taking in the colors and faded lettering. “Smells like someone died.” Sam muttered as Mom tutted at him softly.

“That’s likely.” I muttered to Michael, nudging his head in the direction of the back of the sign, where in big red spray-painted letters sat the phrase “Murder Capitol of the World.”

“Aw guys, I know the last year hasn’t been easy. But I do think you’re really going to enjoy living in Santa Carla.” Mom tried to remain happy about the situation, but a shared glance with Michael after we both read over the sign revealed there wasn’t much he was excited for.

The rest of the drive only increased my excitement. Hippies galore filled the streets, a large amusement park covered most of the boardwalk, and the rest was filled with small shops and food stands. We stopped for awhile so Mom could give some teenagers rummaging through garbage some money to eat and so Michael could unhinge his bike and ask around for job openings, but before I could even think to step out of the car and get a look around we were already heading into the backroads to get to Grandpa’s house.

Grandpa’s house was farther into the plains than expected, but still only a good fifteen to twenty minute drive away from town. Before Mom could ever fully park the car, I had already jumped out and was looking around the property. Michael pulled his bike up next to Mom’s car, and they all took a good few seconds to look around at all the wood carvings and chimes before turning their vehicles off. I took note of the horses grazing in one of the back fields before walking around the front of the truck and seeing a man laying on his back across the front porch steps.

Sam lead the way towards him before Mom cut in front and marched up the steps to squat beside him. “Dad?” She questioned gently. “Dad?” The three of us leaned closer to get a better look.

“Looks like he’s dead.” Michael remarked.

“Like... really dead.” I quipped in, raising an eyebrow at Mom.

“No, no. He’s just a deep sleeper.” She brushed our comments off.

“If he’s dead can we go back to Phoenix?” Sam remarked, earning a snort from me and a sharp look from Mom.

Suddenly Grandpa sat up, a cocky smirk apparent on his face. “Playing dead. And from what I hear, doing a damn good job of it.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation before Mom laughed faintly. “Oh, Dad!”

That night, Mom decided that it would be good for the four of us to leave the house after a night of unpacking and explore the boardwalk when it’s at its liveliest. I could admit it looked much more enjoyable now that it was dark and a little chilly, the sweaty people that had been occupying it earlier were now less sweaty and more stoned.

Almost as soon as Mom’s car and Michael’s bike were parked, Mom sent us off on our own so she could spend some time staking out a job in one of the family-owned shops. “Do you think she’ll be able to find one?” Sam questioned as the three of us weaved through crowds, trying to find our way to the beach concert. We could certainly hear it, we were just having a bit of trouble actually getting to it.

“One what? A job?” Michael scoffed as if it was hard to believe, still bitter over the fact there was no legal jobs for him to get hired in.

I laughed, elbowing him softly in the side, knowing that this place was exactly his vibe and in time he would most likely come to love living here. Sam was the only one I was actually worried about. “She’ll probably be able to find one. What, with all these missing people, there’s bound to be tons of job openings.”

“You’re telling me. It’s like there’s hundreds of bullet-boards around every corner with dozens of people missing. This place really is the Murder Capital.” Michael remarked as the concert finally came into our line of sight.

“Don’t say that!” Sam pleaded, shoving Michael’s shoulder with his eyebrows knitted tightly.

Michael just held his hand up in surrender and with one last shrug of his shoulders he turned to me. “You checking out the shops? We’ll find you once we get bored.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I agreed, turning sharply on my heel and blindly making my way back into the crowd. The concert was loud, sweaty, and crowded, and it wasn’t even my style of music - the last thing I wanted to do was spend my first night there. I figured it would be much more productive if I were to check out all the shops and stands running up and down the entire area, maybe find some new pieces of jewelry, or even a possible summer job opportunity.

Many places caught my eye, and I made a mental note to check them out the next time I had free money to spend, as it wouldn’t be wise for me to make an impulse-buy when I’m so close to being completely broke. Instead a small stand in the middle of the walkway drew me to it. A piercing stand. One person working on someone already sitting on the chair. There was a large wall selection of different studs, and many different kinds of disinfectants lined along the counter.

I walked closer to the wall, admiring all the different designs they had. I’d absolutely love to get a helix or orbital piercing, but I knew it wasn’t the wisest to spend money doing something like that at a small stand on a boardwalk in Santa Carla of all places. I was suddenly broken out of my thoughts when a voice spoke up directly behind me.

“It’s a scam, you know.” I jumped, hand flying to my chest, and whipping around to look at the owner. A teenage boy, my age, maybe a little older, with long curly blond hair and a grin that could have probably wooed me into his bed by the end of the night had he not literally just scared the shit out of me.

I laughed breathlessly, shaking my head. “What is?”

“The piercings. If you need one done, I could do it for you. But they use the guns instead of a needle which will definitely infect if you’re planning on doing a cartilage one.” He explained with a tilt of his head as he turned and began making his way towards the restaurants. I took that as an invite to follow, jogging to catch up and walking next to him.

“You know a lot about piercings?” I tried to make small talk, not wanting him to get away just yet.

He nodded with a confident smirk. “I did my own, and my friends. Someone had to learn.” I laughed a little at his mock-annoyed tone and shoved my hands into my pockets to appear to be doing something. He suddenly stopped and turned to me, holding out his hand. “Marko, by the way.”

“Ivory.” I accepted his hand and we both shook, hard and firm.

“You’re new.” He nodded as if finally understanding something that had been going on inside his own head. “I would’ve noticed you before if you’d been here all along.”

We dropped each other’s hand and I gave him a quizzical look. “What do you mean by that?”

He barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Nothing rude, you’re just too gorgeous to go unnoticed around here.” Before I could reply, another voice cut in from a few yards away.

“Marko! Marko, man, we’re supposed to meet David in ten!” I looked over to see another punk-looking dude calling out to Marko with his hands cupped around his mouth.

I laughed and look back towards the curly blond. “See you around?”

He nodded in confirmation, sending me one last crooked smile before turning to jog over to his other friend. I turned as well, making my way back into the crowd and away from the middle lane stands. I didn’t make it very far before the body of my youngest brother crashed into my side. I glanced down at him in bewilderment as we used each other to steady ourselves.

“Sam? Aren’t you supposed to be with Michael?” I laughed as he looked as though he’d just had the weirdest conversation of his life.

“Well, I was. Then he saw some girl at the concert and wandered after her so I went to check out the comic store.” He explained, shrugging before letting his eyes wander around once more in search of Michael. I rolled my eyes, of course Michael left Sam behind to go chase after some girl. It didn’t take long to find him, he was only a little further down the stretch of restaurants. He was more towards the end, walking out of the crowd near where the last building - a bar - sat in place.

We walked up behind him, and as soon as I was at his side I followed his eyes to a girl who was walking behind a small child, hand on his shoulder, and steering him in a certain direction. She was pretty - with big, curly hair and a beautiful smile that curled her lips up as her eyes grazed over all the lights of the carousel one last time for the night. I followed her line of sight, trying to place why Michael was following her instead of just walking up and introducing himself, but I immediately realized what the problem was.

She hoisted herself up onto the back of a motorcycle, accepting the help of the blond driver. He had a spiked mullet, dressed in all black, and when he realized Michael was staring at his girl, a cocky kind of smirk crossed his face. His friends parked next him all revved their engines to a start, and I tore my eyes from the platinum blond to see the others. I didn’t manage to catch a good look at two of them, because my eyes immediately looked onto those of the punk from earlier who’d started a conversation with me over pierced ears.

He was already looking at me, and when he realized my attention immediately locked onto him, a predatory look filled the black circles of his eyes and his lips formed into a boyish smirk directed exactly at me. He lifted his hand in a short wave, laughing along with the friend who called him away from me earlier as he shoved Marko’s shoulder in a teasing way. I lifted my hand in a small acknowledging wave back, but was knocked out of my small trance by Sam, who began teasing Michael.

“Come on, she stiffed ya!” Sam laughed harmlessly, gently punching Michael’s shoulder and turning to probably go and find Mom. I broke my gaze away from Marko immediately, turning to follow after Sam and not bothering to look back at all as I heard the bikes pull out and speed off down the road.

“Too bad she left with Mr. Mullet, she was pretty.” I tried to break the tension with Michael, I really didn’t want him to be upset over the lose of the girl, he still had all of Santa Carla’s teenage population of girls to meet.

He cracked a smile and nudged his shoulder into mine. “She really was.”

Once we made it home for the night, I separated from both my brothers and made my way into my own room. It was the smallest of all of ours, but that’s the main reason why I had chose it. It was cozy, and cute. I liked the way it came out once I had finished decorating it.

I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to those boys on the motorcycles from earlier that night. Marko seemed nice enough, even if I didn’t know whether or not I was brave enough to try to pursue a friendship with his more than intimidating friends. Just as I came to the conclusion that I should just get over myself and approach them, a sharp sting of anxiety wedged itself into my gut and nauseous filled my stomach and rose up in my throat. No. I didn’t need to become friends with those boys, there was something off, something I didn’t need to meddle in.

If I saw them again, I’d avoid eye contact and conversation completely. I was never able to understand my anxiety, but I always listened to it when it struck me.

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years ago

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It’s Just a Movie: Part 25 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: slight angst, violence

Word Count: 3613

School has started for me!! I was able to get the past couple of chapters out despite the first days, but with a work/school combo I’m gonna have zero time to write!! Basically, the next (and final chapters) are gonna be slower to get uploaded, but they’ll get posted soon!!!

You couldn't believe this was happening. Never in your life did you think you'd be in this situation in the first place, but you never thought that you'd be leading the Frogs and the Emerson's down into the cave either. You had made an agreement before you'd even parked Paul's bike. You weren't there to fight, you were there to talk. The Frogs, and Michael, wouldn't believe what you said until they heard it from the boys themselves. No matter how much you tried to convince them. This definitely wasn't part of the plan, but it was better than the ones the Frogs wanted to go with. You saw them clamor out of the car, and then Edgar grabbed Alan. He said,

"Weapons check." And then he was twirling his brother around to grab his pack and check him. You walked over, and grabbed Edgar, and Alan, by the back of his pack, saying,

"Woah, you are not going down there with those stakes." You knew that, peace talk or not, the boys would freak the second they saw the stakes. Especially Marko. The last thing you needed was the boys seeing that the first second they woke up. It'd be a bloodbath, and it'd be hard to defend the boys' case after that. It was Edgar that said,

"Then, we're not going down there at all." And Alan was quick to second him,

"For all we know, this could be an ambush. We are not going into enemy territory unarmed." And you fought the urge to roll your eyes from all the military talk. You sighed, defeated, and looked over when you heard Michael say,

"I don't want you going down there." Sam had already helped him out of the car, and a piece of you softened when you heard Sam reply,

"Well, I'm going." You knew, horror movie or not, their relationship was the backbone of the movie. None of this would be happened if they didn't care about eachother as much as they did, and you didn't interrupt as Michael said,

"Look, this isn't a comic book, Sam. These guys are brutal killers." And you felt the urge to almost agree with him. They were, but, as far as they knew, they wouldn't be if they killed Max. Sam quickly replied,

"So are the Frog brothers." And you looked at the two little brunettes. You watched as Edgar said,

"Check me." And Alan immediately went for the stakes. You scratched the back of your neck. As goofy as they seemed, you knew, unfortunately, that was true. But, you also knew that you weren't going to let it happen. Not this time.

"Look, who would you rather go down there with? Them or me?" To you, it was an easy choice. It seemed like this was the only thing you and Michael could agree on.

"If something happens down there, I'm not gonna have the strength to protect you." And you swallowed. You knew what line was coming, and you had to stop yourself from saying something about it.

"Well, this time I'm gonna protect you, bud. Even though you're a vampire, you're still my brother." You turned away, trying not to let the words affect you. Sam was a sweet kid, and, while you loved your boys, you weren't going to let them do anything to him. And, if you could help it, the Frogs. You looked back and snatched the knife from Edgar's hands.

"Wave this around, and I'm not gonna be able to stop the boys from making assumptions. Keep your stuff in your pack, and stay behind me. Got it?" You told them, and the brothers looked between eachother. They didn't seem pleased to be taking orders from you, and you sighed again as you decided to pocket the blade instead of giving it back to the boy. Really, they shouldn't even have this many knives anyways. You thought. You were going to need to come up with a good explanation for this, or else the Frogs weren't going to be the only ones getting chewed out. You let Edgar turn to Michael and say,

"Listen, just so you know, if you try to turn on us," He said, directly pointing at you. "Or vamp out in any way, then I'll stake you without even thinking twice about it." He said, his finger directed towards Michael this time. He added, "Both of you." And you frowned at the boy. You noted the change in dialogue, but you supposed it was a good sign. You were changing things, changing the movie. Hopefully that meant you'd changed enough to guarantee the boys' safety. But you knew that if he went around making threats like that, the boys were going to give him something to worry about. It was Sam that said,

"Chill out, Edgar." And you agreed. Everyone was going to need to chill, or else this was going to go sideways fast.

"Yeah. C'mon." Edgar said. As you followed the Frogs down the steps, you heard Michael say,

"Where'd you say you met these guys?" And you tried to keep up with the brothers in front of you. The Frogs were supposed to lead you down into the cave, but you quickly slipped past them. You hopped down the stairs with ease, having months of practice navigating the creaking, falling apart stairway. When you went to the cave, you walked in it as one would walk in their own house.

"Holy shit!" Edgar exclaimed, and you didn't comment. That was pretty much everyone's reaction, even yours.

"Vampire hotel." Alan commented, and you rolled your eyes as you walked ahead of them. As soon as the Frogs saw Star, you knew what was coming. You tried to grab them each by the back of their packs, but Edgar was already saying,

"Here's one. C'mon, let's stake her, man!" Michael had already seen the way they'd rushed for her, and he quickly tried his best to protect her in his weakened state.

"Don't you touch her!" He shouted, and the boys slapped away your hands. You let them go as Edgar said,

"C'mon. Vampires have such rotten tempers." And, they were running off. They ran around like two excited kids in a candy store, seeming to forget the object of their mission as soon as they were confronted with their threat. It seemed that getting them off course was going to be harder than you thought, and you quickly put two fingers in your mouth to let out a loud whistle. Like a pair of excited puppies, their heads snapped towards you. You could hear Star murmuring behind you, but you didn't know if it was your whistle or Michael that had awoken her.

"You two! Sit down over there and stay put. Sam," You said, turning towards him. You noticed that Michael was already going for Laddie, aiming to get him out of the cave after Star told him to. While you were here to talk, you didn't imagine the boys would be too upset if the two half's were gone. Well, at least, most of them wouldn't. "Watch them, okay? I'm gonna get the boys-"

"I'm coming with you." Sam quickly said, and you found a small smile developing on your face. He looked so earnest. So willing to protect. You reached out to touch his shoulder, lowering your voice. "I know you want to, Sam, but I need you to keep an eye on the Frogs, okay? If they follow me, I could be in deep shit." You told him, and, in a second, his face seemed to change. He understood what you were trying to suggest, quickly nodding. You had figured out that they apparently thought worse of your boys, way worse than you'd ever intended, but, if it helped, you were going to play into it. Plus, you did need to talk to the boys alone.

You walked through the halls of the cave, slipping into a hallway different than the ones the boys had taken in the movie. You wandered around for a bit, listening for the sound of footsteps and purposely taking a few wrong turns just so you'd have to double back and would bump into the boys if they'd decided to follow you. You finally went to the cave where the boys slept, and you looked up to see them hanging from the ceiling. The five of you had talked about them sleeping in your room instead, but you'd pointed out that them being on the floor would make them far too easy targets. So, their room really was the best bet when it came to keeping themselves safe. The only suggestion you'd made was that they all gathered away from the ladder. Then, there'd be no way the Frogs could reach them. They seemed to have listened, and Paul had even taken Markos place as the closest to the ladder. Even then, he was still out of arms reach. You sighed, tapping your foot as you tried to think about how you'd get them down. Touching the boys was the only real way to wake them up, as they were all deep sleepers. You guessed vampirism had that as a side-effect. You cringed as you thought of one way you could wake them up, but you didn't hesitate to reach into your bag for the knife you'd swiped from Edgar. You decided on a small cut to the tip of your finger. It took a moment, but, the second the smell of blood hit them, you knew. Paul's eyes were the first to flick open, and he reached for the blonde besides him. As soon as Marko was awake, and they all knew it wasn't him that was bleeding, Paul fell from the railing. He grabbed your finger, bringing it to his mouth as he quickly said,

"What'd you do this for?" He licked the blood trailing down your finger and sucked on the wound for a moment, while the others fell from the railing in a circle around you. You answered with a,

"Well, I figured this would wake you up." And he hummed around the cut. You'd been right. Blood was a sure-fire way to get any of them to wake up. They seemed confused, but relieved. You weren't screaming, yelling, warning them that the Frogs were coming. Marko was bouncing on the balls of his feet, a smile growing on his face. He wasn't laying on the floor with a stake out of his chest. As far as they knew, it had worked.

"What happened?" David asked, and you nearly had to yank your finger away from Paul when you felt the graze of teeth. He gave you a teasing smile, and you looked at the platinum haired blonde to do the same. A smile you only used when you were trying to get him to consider something. He narrowed his eyes.

"Well-" You started, but Marko grabbed your arm. He stopped you, and his eyes flicked towards the entrance. You took an inhale, and you mentally said, Shit.

"They followed you." He said, his voice hollow and his eyes wide. You could see a speck of fear in his eyes, replacing the relief, and you had to grab Paul before he went to do anything stupid, like try to walk into sunlight. They had a look in their eyes that you'd, luckily, never had to see before. Well, at least, in real life. You recognized it from the opening scene, when David had looked ready to kill that surf nazi. And again when he'd tried to grab Sam. And when Paul had tried to kill the Frogs. And when Dwayne has grabbed Sam. Hell, perhaps you'd seen it more than you thought.

"I went to the Emerson's, and I brought them here-" You started, but that was as far as you got before David snapped,

"You what?" He asked, and you internally cringed at the tone of voice and how the room shook from the loudness of his voice. Yeah, you were in trouble. Rightfully so when you saw the look of betrayal in the shortest boys eyes. They moved for a second, and you already knew what they were thinking. You had betrayed them. Sold them out. You were going to kill them. Before they could do anything rash, you said,

"I told them that you want Max gone. It was the only way to get them to stand down, and they're here to talk." You said, and the boys stared at you in shock. You went silent, refusing to tell them anything else that may dig your grave any deeper. They stared at you, and David looked like he was about to have an aneurysm for a moment. He was pissed. But he was silent, and you could see that he was thinking.

"They're here to...talk?" David asked, disbelief clear in his voice, and you nodded. The boys stood behind him, flanking him. If it had been your first couple of days in their world, you would've been terrified. But you knew your boys, and you knew that they, at least, wouldn't do anything without David's word. "All of them?" David asked, and you nodded. Then, quickly, you corrected yourself.

"Michael is still taking Star and Laddie up to the car, but Sam and the Frogs…" You said, letting yourself trail off. They were silent, obviously not willing to fill up the silence for you. Even when you casted a glance over to Dwayne, who was seeming to try his best not to be effected by the inevitable. "They just wanna hear it from you. I told them what we planned, the whole turning back to a human thing, but Michael wasn't convinced. He thought that you guys had to be lying or have some sort of ulterior motive so- So, I gave them one." You said. The one time you needed to bank on Michael being stupid, he hadn’t been. So, you’d told him something closer to the truth. They did want their father-figure gone, just not for the same reason why. They wanted him gone because they hated him, despised him. The others thought they wanted him gone because he'd turned them, which was true, and because it would turn them back into being human. "They just wanna hear that you won't try to stop them from killing Max." You said, trying to get rid of the silence once more. All of the boys were quiet, and they were exchanging glances. You guessed that they were either waiting for David to decide, or if they were somehow communicating without you. You knew that you were just supposed to correct them and push them in the right direction, but, even then, would that have worked? What would've stopped them from hunting the boys down after they killed their sire? If anything, this was the best course of action, and you forced yourself to believe that. Finally, after a moment, David said,

"Where are they?" You had to bring the Frogs, and Sam, back into the cave simply because of the sunlight pouring inside the main room. You'd found them snooping around the cave, and you had to tell them to put down Dwayne's skateboard. You hated it, leading the boys through the tunnels that you knew so well. Leading them straight to the boys. To where they slept. Your mind replayed the look of betrayal you'd seen so clearly in Markos eyes. It made every step feel like you were trudging through wet concrete. But this was how things had to happen, and this was the only way to save them. Hopefully, it would save them.

For a moment, you considered the fact that, maybe, despite agreeing not to, you may be leading the boys behind you to their deaths. It made a lump develop in your throat, and you prayed to whatever god you could think of that everything would turn out fine. You took them into the room, where the boys were standing near the far wall of the cave. The room was cramped, but you had long ago gotten used to the smell. Your boys towered over Sam and the Frogs, even if the tallest of the bunch, Dwayne, was leaning against the cave wall with his arms crossed. Paul was standing partially in front of Marko, the two huddled as far away as they could get. David stood away from the wall, the closest to the humans. Almost acting as a block. He glared down at the Frogs, then at Sam. Finally, his eyes shifted to you. "Well?" He asked. He didn't sound happy. He sounded almost antsy. Impatient. As if he wanted this over with. You didn't blame him.

The whole thing seemed to go by in a blur. Threats had been thrown on both sides, and you'd had to toss yourself in the middle of an altercation more than once. Edgar had muttered something about staking you for being a "traitor to your race" when you'd asked if they trusted you, and Paul had nearly exploded. He was practically vibrating as you pushed back on his chest, shouting to get his attention and to get him to calm down. You hadn't even noticed that Dwayne had already grabbed Edgar, and was holding him by his shirt until you heard the young boy start to yell. You'd managed to tear the boy out of his hands and you'd ended up screaming at both parties to knock it off. Finally, it was decided that most of the boys couldn't handle this sort of confrontation. So, the Frogs were put on timeout on one side of the inner cave, with three of your boys on the other. David and Sam stood in the middle, with you besides them to act as neutral ground. Well, as neutral as you could be.

"So, if we kill Max, you'll go back to being human?" Sam asked, and you heard a murmur from behind him. Your head snapped to the Frogs, fire behind your eyes that got them to zip it for at least a moment. David replied,

"That's what we think." He said, and Sam furrowed his brow. That wasn't what you told them, but, David knew that lying to them completely wouldn't be well received when Max was dead. But, if they didn't know for sure, that was a different story. Plus, the look you gave him after he said it was definitely helping him sell it. From behind him, Edgar said,

"That's not good enough." But, this time, it was a snarling growl that shut them up. It had come from the smallest of the boys. Marko looked completely on edge and ready to snap. You supposed he would be, since Edgar had been the one to kill him. Sam looked over his shoulder, whispering,

"Cool it, Edgar." And you had to hand it to the kid. While he was obviously scared shitless, he seemed to be the most reasonable of the three. And the most gullible. After another moment, he said, "Even if you don't, you swear not to try to kill us? Or stop us from killing Max?" And David almost looked amused. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he glanced at you for a moment. He, now that he'd had a moment to process, seemed to find this situation weirdly hilarious. Or, maybe, it was just Sam. "Well?" Sam pressed, copying what David has asked in the beginning of their talk. David said,

"We swear. Cross my heart and hope to get staked." He even did the motion of crossing his heart. From behind, you could hear Alan mumbling,

"Oh, you will." And you were this close to letting the boys have free range. You didn't say anything, not when David opened his mouth again to speak,

"But, you have to swear that you won't come after us. Even if we don't get turned back." He said, and an eruption of protests were heard from the Frogs. They were silenced by a single glare from David, who's face shifted into one of a monster. You could tell it scared the boys half to death, to the point where they both seemed to fall back against the wall. He changed his face back before he glanced back at the youngest Emerson. Sam had nearly fallen back, but you'd caught him by the arm. It took him a minute to steady himself and find his voice, and he straightened his blue cardigan sweater right before he said,

"You'll leave us alone? Mike alone?" Sam asked, and you watched the way David's face softened for a moment. It seemed that he had the same effect on him that he had on you. David gave him a nod, and then Sam sighed. He held out his hand, saying, "Deal." And, despite the Frogs protests, David was quick to take it. They shook on it, and then David's eyes lifted to the Frogs. He spoke again, saying,

"So, how are you going to kill him?" And Sam was quick to give up the information that his mother had a date with him that night. Tonight seemed as good as a night as any to get it over with. When Alan sarcastically asked,

"Why, you have any ideas?" David smiled. It was handsome, as handsome as the first smile he'd given you. Though, it seemed to have a chilling effect on the younger boys trapped with them in the cave. David's voice was almost charming as he said,

"We have a few."

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys dwayne #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys marko #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys paul #the lost boys david #david the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines

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contrabandhothead · 3 years ago

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If you want to break new ground, I would totally take a Pacific ship - otherwise BoB is fine. I'm Merc, short dark hair, glasses, quintessential older sister/mom friend type (who uses words like 'quintessential' a lot). I love museums, and old cars, and sharing new things I've learned about women in the past. I find confidence in one's hobbies incredibly attractive, and I never say no to learning or trying something new. I am the earliest of birds, and I love spending time outside on my bike!

- ROBERT LECKIE -

- [general]

listen..... I HAVE REASONS OKAY

Leckie is Leckie so automatically he will be twirling/playing with your hair whenever you’re trying to do something

it’s also just something he enjoys doing in bed to relax before falling asleep, and seeing the smile on your face when he does it just really makes it even more worth it

you ground him s o much. Leckie isn’t really quite properly on his rocker sometimes due to the PTSD and stress in general, so even receiving a letter from you is more than enough to calm him down for at least a day or two

he loves to hear you say unnecessarily large words

literally its the best thing to him, it never ceases to make his day. especially when he has to ask you the definition of the word. it always manages to keep him on his toes

this man needs someone responsible in his life to stop him from being a complete and utter dumbass. you truly are the yin to his yang

he constantly calls you pet names like “angel”, and his whole excuse for it is “well, you are one”

will say sweet things to you in front of the guys and take the immediate bullying from them afterwards just to see you smile and blush

Leckie takes you to a lot of museums for dates, and he is always standing behind you with his head on top of yours with his arms wrapped around your waist, staring intently at whatever exhibit you’re looking at

wipes off your glasses for you when they get to be too dirty

then likes to place them back on your face before giving your nose a little kiss

writes so S O much poetry about you. literally every single poem is about how cute you are or how soft and dark your hair is or even just how he finds comfort in your presence

Leckie loves to listen to you ramble about every single thing you’ve learned, and sometimes he buys you historical novels about women just to feed your learning

he’s always trying something new with you, whether it be a new restaurant or hobby, he doesn’t mind as long as it’s with you

Leckie is pretty confident in his writing skills, but he always has you read over his work just to reassure him that it’s good

literally he does it all the time

like actually will not show anyone any of his writing until you’ve seen it first

i’m so so s o sorry but this man is n o t an early bird

in fact, he tries to pull you back into bed with him. you’ll commonly hear him groan when you wake up, instantly wrapping his arms around you only to bury his face back in your neck and refuse to let go

sometimes he falls asleep again with you in his arms like that…. good luck trying to get out <3

COUPLE BIKE RIDES I AM T E L L I N G YOU HE LOVES THEM

Leckie loves to take you to a nice picnic spot after a long bike ride on a hot summer day

he always brings your favorite foods, and he’ll read to you and stroke your hair while you lay your head in his lap

- [how you met]

Leckie and you were quite familiar with one another after growing up in the same neighborhood, but neither of you interacted much till you both got shipped out to the pacific

it was nice having someone you knew from home, you knew you could always go to Leckie if you needed to seek solace after feeling homesick

you had always been closer to Runner and Chuckler though, despite the fact that Chuckler had no idea what half the words you said meant

until Pavuvu at least

the bout of malaria had hit both you and Runner hard, neither of you had the ability to possibly take care of yourself

the chills had come the worst, and it was impossible for you to even hold a cup without shaking

but to your surprise, Leckie had been there right by your side, taking care of you since the beginning of your ailment

he even brushed your hair away from your face when you vomited, and he even wiped your face off with the coldest rag he could possibly find

sometimes he read to you while he rubbed your back, urging you to sleep off your sickness

the change in his behavior went unnoticed to no one

how he looked at you, the protective stance he took near you whenever an odd noise was heard, the way he gave you any extra food he could find

no one noticed more than H Company

“i’ll quit stealing smokes the day Leckie confesses”

“the Japs will get to me before Leckie realizes he’s got it bad for them”

Leckie never silenced their comments, only opting to smile and shake his head before scribbling down something in his notebook

but it had been months, and he truly hadn’t said a word

you heard the comments. one small bout of malaria wasn’t going to take out that razor sharp hearing of yours

with each passing day, you grew more disheartened

why couldn’t he see you were waiting for him to say something?

on a day like any other, Leckie had come to force you to drink what little water he had before placing another blanket on you, but he was different this time

his fingers grazed over the expose skin on your arm as he dragged up the piece of fabric over your shivering body, almost as if he was mesmerized in the way your skin felt

“Leckie?” you questioned, turning your face towards him rather than leaving it on your pillow

Leckie flashed a small smile, but said nothing, merely handing the cup of water to you

as he took it from your hands, he gently nudged your shoulder

“Lay down, get some rest” he mumbled, merely pulling the blanket back over you as he did every time

allowing your eyes to flutter shut, you opened them slightly as you felt a kiss be pressed to your temple

he had never done that before

with the soft murmur of a happy “I love you, we need to about us when we get the hell out of here” from Leckie, you allowed the exhaustion to overcome you, falling into a peaceful slumber knowing the man you trusted was by your side

#the pacific ship #the pacific #robert leckie #bob leckie #robert leckie ship

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lesetoilesfous · 3 years ago

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i dunno if they're open, but can i request from the kiss prompts, 30) kiss in the full moon, with NB!Handers? basically a Hawke who uses they/them pronouns, only goes by Hawke, and no specific descriptors or mentions of their sex? =)

Hey anon! I had way too much fun with this, thank you so much for the request!!! I really hope you like it. I am also going to be adding NB!Handers to my preferred pairings list specifically because of you :D <3

(If you’d like me to write you a dragon age fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting Pairing: NB!Handers

Characters: NB!Hawke, Anders

Tags: modern AU, post All that Remains, reference to mental illness, reference to police violence, reference to abusive institutions (the Circle is really, really awful y'all), reference to gun violence, smoking, strong language, everyone's an adult here Anders is just broke (hence the bike)

Rating: Mature

“I knew I’d find you here.”

The Kirkwall marina is quiet and mostly empty - boatowners have retired below decks with the rise of the moon and stars, and the place is mostly closed to the public otherwise. Anders had seen Hawke’s jeep, first, when he’d padlocked his bike to the iron fence. Now, as the wind pulls ripples across the ink-black bay, he finds the person in question.

Hawke is wearing a heavy brown leather jacket covered in patches, their long brown hair wavy with the humidity and blown about in the wind. They’re sitting on a stone pillar near the pier, staring up at the wide full moon. It’s such a clear night that Anders can make out the craters on it, and it’s harder to see the stars in the immediate radius of the moon, which diffuses into silver rainbows in the dark. The ocean falls in soft sighs against the thin beach, and ahead of them the bay closes between two promontories, which are darker black against the deep blue night.

Hawke looks back at Anders at the same time as their mabari, Dog, lifts her great head, sandy ears pricking in his direction. Anders waves at them both, trying to rearrange his features into an expression that doesn’t show exactly how worried he is. Instead, he folds himself awkwardly to sit on a pillar beside Hawke. The stone is cold even through his jeans, and Anders can feel a hole working its way through his battered converse. He’ll worry about that tomorrow.

For a long moment, Hawke is quiet, and the two of them sit there in the dark, listening to the eerie rattle and creak of the boats in the Kirkwall marina. Then Hawke says, softly, “I didn’t think you’d come.”

Anders looks at them, but they’re still staring ahead at the bay, and the moonlight skidding silver over the water. Their nose is smooth and bumped a little with the scar of an old break. Their eyebrows are thick and dark, as are their eyelashes. Their brown eyes glitter in the starlight. They tuck a clump of wavy hair back behind their ear, which is braced by silver cuffs over the shell and a row of hoops along their earlobe. Anders breathes, and the air is so cold that it tastes sweet.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here.” He’s trying for a joke, but even Anders can hear the way it falls flat as he feels the smile plastered onto his lips slip a little.

Hawke looks at him, and their eyes are rich and dark and brown and beautiful. There are thumbnail bruises of purple sleeplessness beneath them, too. They speak again, hushed as if the pair of them were in a cathedral and not a car-park outside a half empty marina. “Still.”

Something in Anders’ chest lurches as the wind makes the trees and grass behind them hush a sighing chorus to the sea. He shrugs, and feels the awkwardness of it across his shoulders. He’d never eaten well, in the Circle, and his body as a result felt stretched out and distended: he wasn’t fat or muscular enough to pull off the broadness of his proportions, but ever since he’d hit puberty what food he could get just didn’t seem to stick. He pushes away the memories of old hunger and focuses on the present, instead. “Yeah, well, you’re an idiot.”

Hawke huffs a laugh then, one of their canines hooked a little in front of their other teeth. They look down at their hands, where their nails are chopped short and painted with haphazard, chipped black polish. “Maybe.” They bite the inside of their cheek, and swallow twice before they speak. “I just. Keep thinking that if I dream it hard enough I’ll be able to go back and save her. You know? Like I’ll figure it out, somehow. And this time I won’t be too late and -”

Hawke cuts themself off, blinking rapidly, their dark eyes brighter in the moonlight. Anders swallows the lump in his own throat, and the urge to lean across and squeeze their arm or something similarly saccharine. With a feeling like chewing on breaking glass, he forces himself to pull up his memories of the months following Karl. It’s difficult - most of that time is a blur spent flinching every time he saw a templar in kevlar. Too many nights spent waking up with the sound of a bullet in his head. Anders winds his fingers together, squeezing them tight enough to hurt to ground himself back in the present. He can feel Hawke’s dark eyes on him, their gaze questioning. Anders looks up instead at the moon, and calls himself a coward.

“After...After Karl I, couldn’t really think straight. For a while. I mean, not that I ever thought straight.” Anders tosses half a grin in Hawke’s direction, but they don’t smile back, just watch him, quietly. Listening. Anders always feels as if he doesn’t know what to do with all that attention. He isn’t really used to people respecting him when he speaks. He doesn’t want to waste it. He clenches his teeth, and the wind whispers over the back of his neck, pulling at the hair in his ponytail. “But, um. I didn’t really feel like I woke up until I... Let myself accept that this is just. What the world looks like now. Without him in it.” Anders’ eyes burn, and he blinks rapidly and hopes that Hawke doesn’t notice the way his breath hitches.

If they do, they don’t say anything, instead fishing a packet of cigarettes from their pocket, lighting one before offering him the pack. Anders takes it gratefully, slipping a cigarette between his lips and leaning forward for Hawke to light it. Their lighter has a bright, chipped progress flag on the casing, and Anders can’t help but find it reassuring, for all the cliche. The cigarette lights, and Anders breathes in deeply, savouring the warm ache of it and breathing out a long gust before he speaks again.

“It’s like. They were part of another chapter. And you’re already onto the next one. And you kind of, have to stop trying to go back to those pages, otherwise you’ll miss what’s happening in these ones.” Anders laughs, and scrubs at his cheeks, feeling the graze of his stubble and wishing he’d remembered to shave. “Sorry, that’s stupid.”

“No,” Hawke says, firmly, taking a drag of their own cigarette and breathing it out in a gust of smoke before they speak. “No, that makes sense.” They look at him sidelong, then, and when they blink a tear runs rapidly, silently down their tanned cheek. “I don’t know how to keep reading.”

Anders rests his hand against the stone he’s sitting on. It’s rough and cool. His eyes move from the great belly of the moon to the dusting of stars over the horizon, trying to trace the shapes of the constellations. “I think…” He says, slowly, sounding the words out as he says them, “It starts with this. With people you care about. Quiet places. Places where you feel like you can be everything you are and feel everything you’re feeling without holding it in. Places where you feel safe.”

Hawke shakes their head, and their hair falls over the shoulder of their jacket, catching on the ridges of their patches. “I don’t feel safe.”

Anders ignores the wrench in his chest at that, and takes another drag of his cigarette before he looks down to meet Hawke’s eyes. “You will.” Hawke holds his gaze for a long minute after he says it. Then they nod, once, and glance away, bringing the cigarette back up to their lips.

For a while they sit there in the quiet, smoking, peaceful. Dog has rested her head on her thick paws, and Hawke is careful to tap their ash far away from her. Eventually, the ever-present blur of memory and feeling at the back of Anders’ head threatens to overwhelm the silence, and he tugs his phone out of the pocket of his coat. It’s an old suede thing with feather detailing he’d got second hand. Isabela teases him about it, but it always makes him feel safer than anything else does. He figures that’s enough. Anders taps the cracked screen of his phone, blinking at the blue light. Hawke glances at him, their brown eyes almost black in the dark.

Anders tilts his phone screen at them. “Mind if I play some music?”

They blink, once, then nod, and take another drag on their cigarette. “Sure.”

Anders hits play with a sense of near physical relief, and the tinny, soft sound of some alt rock eases into the air between them. After three songs Anders has finished his cigarette. After four, Hawke has finished theirs. For a moment, they sit there, unmoving and terribly still. Anders sits forward, feeling the weight of his phone shift in his pocket as he does so. “How are you feeling now?”

They offer him a shadow of a smile, heavy coat and baggy jeans disguising long lines of wiry muscle that Anders couldn’t forget if he tried. “Better. Anders?”

“Yes?” Anders wishes he didn’t feel as much like a heroine in some silent film, but Hawke always seems to have that effect on him. They make him feel like some damsel in need of saving. They make him want to be a hero.

Hawke’s lips curl up into a crooked smile that creases the corners of their eyes. “Thanks. For coming out here.”

Anders shrugs and lies. “It’s nothing.” When Hawke snorts, he goes on, grinning, “No, really. What else was I going to be doing? Now my friend, on the other hand. This poor sap is opening his free clinic at 5am this morning which…” Anders gets out his phone, tapping the home button. “Is in about three hours. Now that idiot, him, yeah, I’d feel sorry for. But luckily neither of us know anyone so masochistic.”

Hawke huffs a laugh, their voice rough and climbing into a giggle as they squeeze their eyes shut, scrubbing at their cheeks. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” They say it with a smile.

Anders tilts his head, and tries to ignore the warmth that flushes through his chest whenever Hawke looks at him like that. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”

Hawke shrugs, and pushes their hair back over their shoulders, moving so that they’re facing him, their legs spread wide and their jacket hanging loose over a white t-shirt. They look up at Anders boldly. “You’re my idiot.”

Anders’ flush pushes its way up into his cheeks and on into his ears, the cold of the early morning forgotten in the way that Hawke is staring at him. “Really? I must have missed the memo…”

“Anders,” Hawke’s voice is soft, and as they speak they rest their hand on Anders’ cheek. Their skin is soft and cold with the night air, and Anders leans into it as if he’s lost at sea and their touch is the only thing keeping him from drowning. It takes him too long to unstick his tongue from the roof of his dry mouth.

“Yes?”

Hawke smiles at him, warm and soft and indulgent, and their thumb strokes gently across his cheek as they lean forward. “Stop talking.” Their breath is warm as it blows across his lips, and smells faintly of cigarettes. And then they’re leaning even closer, and they’re kissing him. Their lips are soft and taste like cherry chapstick, and Anders doesn’t care as they tilt their head, the scar on their nose scratching softly against his skin, the warmth of their breath filling his lungs. Hawke licks into his mouth with a hunger that feels like burning, and Anders opens for them, lifting his hands to cradle their head and pull them closer, his fingers tangling in their thick, soft hair. Anders’ heart feels as if it’s going to beat its way out of his chest and that’s meaningless against the way the world is spinning, every inch of him lost except the point where his cheeks brush Hawke’s, where his chin bumps theirs, where their lips move to lock and loosen around his own as they move.

When they pull back, Anders isn’t sure he remembers how breathing works. But they grin at him, and their eyes are silver in the moonlight when they lean forward to bump their foreheads together, cradling the back of his head. Sighing, they shut their eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Anders breathes, and swallows, lips wet and sore with the force of their kiss, wrists resting loosely on Hawke’s strong shoulders. Above them, the moon is bright and full and beautiful. Anders tries to speak past the lump in his throat. “Do it again?”

Hawke looks up at him, and their eyes are almost black in the dark. Then they kiss him.

#nb!handers #dadwc #nb!hawke #anders #my fic #da2 #anon

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writeyouin · 4 years ago

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Jesse McCree X Reader – The Gunslinger - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Revenge

A/N – I was going to write more but I’m tired now. I will eventually write a part three, so until then, I hope you enjoy this.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Jesse downed another half bottle of cheap whiskey, in an attempt to forget. He wanted to forget the sorry excuse for a squat his last bounty had bought him. He wanted to forget his past as a member of the Deadlock Gang. He wanted to forget the way Overwatch had failed. He wanted to forget you.

It had been six months since he had last gone back to the Gunslinger, your run-down dive bar that felt more like home to him than anywhere else in the entire world. He would never forget the way he had failed you. If he told you his thoughts, you would undoubtedly try to comfort him by reminding him that he had saved your life, but he knew that he had failed you.

If he had been more careful with his aim when that prick had held a knife to your throat, then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all. He remembered all too vividly the scarlet blood that had ran from your neck down to your arm. Hating the memory that assaulted his brain, Jesse gripped his bottle tighter and downed what was left; any thoughts would be wiped away soon enough.

The door to the Gunslinger creaked open and you looked up hopefully, but it wasn’t Jesse. It was just another wanderer, stopping by your bar on the way to bigger and better things. After serving him, you went back to wondering about Jesse. It wasn’t surprising to see him gone so long, but this time you really felt like he might not come back.

The idea of never seeing him again hurt more than falling into a dozen cacti, and yet you knew that you shouldn’t be so disappointed; Jesse had never been yours to begin with. So, you waited through yet another day, hoping that the pain would soon fade.

The next day, much the same as the one prior was uneventful, at least until the sun dipped low on the horizon, signalling that it was almost closing time. Had there been anyone in, you would have rung a bell on the counter, calling for the last orders. As it was, you simply continued reading your book, a biography of Tekhartha Mondatta, the deceased omnic who founded the Shambali back before everything had turned to shit.

While you read, you debated closing the bar ten minutes early, knowing full well that if somebody should enter now, you wouldn’t have time to serve them more than a quick brew. It was only habit that stopped you from doing so; you hadn’t closed up early in the six years you had owned the bar, and you weren’t about to start now.

With only five minutes left to closing time, you began your night time ritual, cleaning the place so it was at least the most presentable dive bar in Santa Fe. Ducked beneath the counter, searching for the soapy rag you had just dropped, you heard the doors swing open.

“Bar’s closing,” You called.

“Is that so?” A somewhat familiar voice griped.

“Yeah, you’ll have to find somewhere else to-” You fell silent upon seeing Ulrick, the man who had attacked you six months earlier, scarring your neck where his knife had grazed you.

Subconsciously, you reached for the scar, reliving the fear you had felt then, though you proudly didn’t let it show.

“OUT,” You barked harshly. “GET OUT, NOW!”

“Is that any way to treat a guest?” Ulrick grinned sickly. “How’s about a little respect? Maybe a drink in my hand, yeah?”

Behind the bar, you fumbled to find your pistol. Mostly you used it to scare off the occasional rowdy drunk; now you wanted it for protection. Whipping it out, you glared at Ulrick.

“Get out,” You growled vehemently.

“You ain’t in any position to tell me what to do, bitch,” Ulrick spat, completely unfazed.

He limped closer to the bar, still injured from where McCree had shot him in the knee.

Unafraid to shoot, you cocked back the hammer on the old-fashioned gun. There was a moment of silence wherein only the leaky faucet in the back of the bar could be heard. Ulrick sized you up, and you stared him down, wishing you weren’t so far away from any decent law enforcement.

Finally, Ulrick smiled, adding further to your tension. He had no weapon, nor could he make his way over to you in time on his busted leg, and yet still he smiled the way children do when thinking that annoying refrain, ‘I know something you don’t know.’

He whistled, signalling for four other men to come in, all with shotguns aimed directly at you. “This is the one, lads. The lass that fucks the outlaw, or maybe she’s an omnic fucker. Maybe it’s both, she seems the type, right?”

Nobody replied to Ulrick’s speech, instead watching you intensely, their aim unwavering.

“What do you want from me?” You hissed.

“Me? You ain’t got nothing I want, bitch.”

Before you could so much as scream, your pitiful gun was taken and you were hit in the side of the head with the butt of a shotgun, knocked out cold behind the bar with no hope of rescue.

“Tie ‘er up,” Ulrick ordered. “I don’t want ‘er escapin’ when we torch this place to the ground.”

“Where’s our bounty?” One of the gang members growled irritably, having been told that Jesse McCree would be there.

“Obviously not here,” Ulrick shouted back. “I said he might not be. Settle for the pay I’ll give you for offing this bitch.”

Knowing full well that it was almost impossible to find McCree at any given time, the gang settled for the meagre price Ulrick had put on your head. If they had McCree, they could have earned a hundred times what he was paying them for you, but money was money and at least you were there.

McCree drove through the desert on an old chopper he had stolen from a low-down crook. He had been driving the entire night, almost swerving off the road more than once in his drunken state, the hangover from his binge drinking looming over him.

By this point he had expected that he would have blacked out in the small squat where he had been staying, but evidently, he wasn’t so lucky. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get you off his mind. If he couldn’t run from you, he would have to confront you instead and make you see that he was a no-good varmint that would never do anything good for you or that damned bar.

McCree wasn’t really sure what point he was going to make when he saw you, but he expected that you would disagree with his lowly opinion of himself and then there would be a lot of arguing back and forth.

Finally, McCree made it to the long stretch of road where the Gunslinger stood. For a moment he skidded the bike to a halt, squinting his eyes shut, sure that the plumes of smoke rising into the sky pushed up by orange flames were nothing but a hallucination; he was hungover, overly tired, and it wasn’t even the dry season for fires.

When he opened his eyes again and the fire persisted in the distance, McCree swore and kicked the bike’s throttle on, zooming down the final stretch faster than he should have in his state.

He was less than a mile away when the heat from the flames hit him, drying out his already cracked skin. He threw the bike down and immediately ran inside what was left of the old bar. Covering his mouth with his poncho to protect from the smoke, McCree’s Overwatch training kicked in, immediately sobering him up as he searched the bar for signs of life.

He prayed that you weren’t there, hating to think about the damage that would have been done to you if you had been there for long. Alas, he wasn’t so lucky, finding you tied up and unconscious behind the bar, your face bruised and bleeding from one blunt object or another.

McCree was filled with rage upon seeing the injury; it was no accident that you got that, nor was the fire that consumed the only home McCree had ever known.

“(Y/N)!” Jesse gruffly called your name, whilst cutting the rope that bound you.

He picked you up in and hoisting you over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He kept on repeating your name, hoping that it might rouse you somewhat, but it was useless, like talking to a corpse.

At the macabre thought, McCree hurried, abandoning his bike for the beat up old chevy you kept around the back. Thankfully, the fire hadn’t damaged the car, past a few scorch marks that blackened the already damaged paint.

Laying you down on the back seat and belting you in, McCree got in the front and hotwired the car. The radio sprang to life with Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire, further stoking McCree’s temper on his way to the hospital.

Once at the hospital, McCree regrettably had to abandon you at the doors on a gurney for the doctors to find. By now, several cameras on the way through the small town and in the hospital would have gotten sight of the outlaw.

He would have to be fast if he wished to avoid the hands of the law as well as half a dozen bounty hunters. Besides, McCree also had a personal mission to track down whoever it was that had hurt you and destroyed your bar; every person involved was going to get a bullet right between the eyes for hurting his bartender.

If McCree stopped to think about it, he would have considered his feelings for you, but he knew if he did then he would be in danger of going somewhere he couldn’t return from.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, McCree scowled, awaiting the moment that he would see you again; he didn’t want to come back to you, but he knew he would have to see that you were alright before he could leave once again. What had started as a trip to get you out of his system had quickly become McCree’s mission to avenge you.

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saharamae21 · 4 years ago

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In Uncharted Waters (Part 7)

Here’s a bit of a longer chapter! I really like the direction this is going in, do you?

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Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly

JJ’s POV

I had just gotten to school. I wasn’t going to go, but Pope insisted that I at least make an appearance. John B usually kept him company, so I felt obligated to step up. I slung the backpack over my shoulder and was about to walk in, but something unusual caught my eye. A second bike was parked in the lot. A bike that looked all too familiar. Rafe. I scanned around to see if this was some sick prank. No sign of him, but who would’ve done this? Barry? Topper? Rafe was in jail, it couldn’t be him. I turned back towards the school doors, just as the first bell rang and there he was.

“Long time, no see, JJ,” he said. His eyes were cold. He looked straight at me, but it feel like he was looking through me. I felt my blood boil in rage. “You’ve caused me a lot of problems. Money loss, family loss, prison time, and you’re going to pay for it all.” “How are you even here?” I asked. He just laughed at me.

“Your girl could tell you, but she’s hanging with Topper now,” he said snidely. “Savannah looks pretty hot as a kook. Maybe I’ll try to hit that after her face heals up.” My blood boiled. I saw red for a moment as I grabbed him by the shirt and was ready to rip him apart. How dare he talk about her like that? How dare he even say her name? Then it clicked. She was hurt. I shoved him away from me and told him if he ever showed up in front of me and my friends again, I would kill him. He gave me a look before leaving.

I looked back at the school and knew I couldn’t go in now. My mind was racing with all the possibilities of what could be wrong with Savannah. Immense guilt washed over me as I remembered her face the last time we talked. I still couldn’t figure out why I said it. I couldn’t understand why I didn’t go after her. Nothing made sense anymore. I hadn’t been eating much or sleeping. Everytime I lay in bed, I miss having her next to me. No one told you that when you break up, you can’t sleep on their side of the bed. I had to see her. I had to make sure she was okay. I had to let her know I was sorry, that I still loved her.

I got on my bike and took off towards the Kook Academy. I parked in the lot, but it was morning and I knew she wouldn’t be out until after school. I paced back and forth trying to find the right words to say to her when I saw her. How do you say your sorry after something like this?

Hours went by and finally she walked out the door. She looked beautiful, but uncomfortable. I could see the anxiety on her face. She had cuts all over her arms and one gash on her face. When I saw her I couldn’t hold back. I pulled her into my arms and held her against me. She smelled like lavender as always. I missed her…

Savannah’s POV

After the first day of school, I found myself wishing that I could go back to how it used to be. People paid attention to me now. They all stared at me because of Top. They stared at me and whispered. It felt like I was thirteen again. The whispering was almost triggering for me, but I walked through it. I dealt with the whispers and I pretended it didn’t bother me. I just wanted to go back to being invisible though. It was so much easier.

I opened my locker at the end of the day and looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was pale and the gash on my face was so noticeable. I looked awful. I would whisper about me too. I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. I looked for Topper, but he was busy with Kelse. I didn’t want to intrude. I decided I would see him later and I should just go home for now. I walked calmly to the front door of the school. I walked past Kie who was still getting her stuff together and said nothing. I just pushed the doors open and was blinded by light. I walked out and stopped for a second, allowing my eyes to adjust to the sunlight. Then I felt someone grab my arm. I was pulled into a body. A familiar scent filled my nostrils.

“Thank god,” he breathed out. I could control my emotions. His hand grazed my cheek and at first I was too shocked to react. “Are you okay? I’m so-”

“Get off me,” I said, voice shaking. I pushed at him, but he wouldn’t give up that easily. I shoved him some more and finally looked at his face. He looked worse than I did. “I said get off me!”

He let go. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. He looked at me and it killed me. I was crying and hugging myself as he took a step back. Then, Topper was between us. He was protecting me, but it wasn’t making me feel better. I began to walk to my car, needing to just get away from JJ. He ran after me though. He caught my arm and I pulled it away. I didn’t want him touching me right now. I didn’t want him looking at me with those baby blue eyes of his. I didn’t want to melt back into him when he hasn’t been here for me.

“I just had to make sure you were okay,” he said. “Rafe’s back and I had to see you.”

“I already saw him,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. He looked at me nervously. I shook my head. “Trust me JJ, he can’t hurt me any more than you did.”

I wiped my tears and walked to my car. I sat in the driver seat and cried into my steering wheel. I was falling apart, just like I thought I would if I saw him. I knew I needed to talk to him, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I wiped my tears and realized I had to figure out something bigger than Rafe Cameron and JJ. Right now, I just needed to figure out what I was going to do about my home life.

I drove home and reluctantly got out. When I got there, my mom’s bags were packed. She looked at me and told me that she was going to stay in White Chapel with my aunt. She told me that I should visit on the weekends and see Jasper as well. She told me that I needed to stay at the Carrera’s house. They were happy to let me stay with them and I wasn’t to argue with her. I saw how upset she was and I couldn’t bring myself to fight with her right now. She handed me the bags she had packed for me and sent me on my way.

I drove into the driveway and Kiara was home. I could see her long curly hair in the living room. I knocked on the door. She welcomed me in and showed me to the room I’d be staying in. I nodded, choosing not to say anything. I was emotionally drained at this point and I just couldn’t. I put my suitcase on the bed and began to unpack, expecting her to leave, but she didn’t. She just watched me unpack. I knew she wanted to ask me the real reasons I was here. I knew she wanted to know how bad it was at home, but she didn’t say anything. I turned around to look at her.

“He drinks all the time,” I said quietly. She moved into the room and closed the door, not saying a word. She sat at the vanity and looked at me. “He doesn’t remember it in the morning, but he doesn’t care. If he didn’t think I was nothing before, now he does. When he drinks, he goes into this blackout rage. I wish he would just hit me. I wish he would because that means I’m at least worth getting up and hitting.”

“Savannah-” she tried to say. I knew there was no emotion on my face as I stared at the wall in front of me. I stared into the mirror on the way and hated what I saw.

“Instead, he shatters glass,” I said. “He throws bottles and glasses, anything he could get his hands on. My mom just watched and begged him to stop. She never did anything to help me.”

“Sav,” she said. I closed my eyes just in case any tears were to form.

“It’s not fair for you to think I wasn’t suffering,” I said. “We all gave things up to help John and Sarah and just because I didn’t know them as well, does not mean I didn’t suffer too.”

There was a long pause as we just stared at each other. She looked guilty and I knew there was no point torturing her anymore. I only had one more thing to say before I dropped my hostile attitude. We needed to be on good terms if I was going to stay here for the unforeseeable future.

“The whole time I was going through this I only had one thought,” I said, choking up for the first time in this conversation. “I just wanted my friends by my side.”

I felt the dam break and tears flooded down my face. I felt her arms around me and I cried into her shoulder. She whispered apologies and together we cried. We cried tears of regret and guilt, but we also mended something that had been broken for too long.

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strongsassysexysloane · 5 years ago

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Take me for a Ride, Jack...7

Wow, this part was written so long ago.. I didnt realise it took me this long to get to the part that inspired this whole story. Time to get greasy.

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You eventually turn around and head back to the market, Jack tugs you back to the cheese stall, not before she stops in at a stall full of scarves and hats. You drop her hand and watch her hands run over a few scarves she likes and purchases just one before you move next door to the cheese stall.

"Pick your favourites and we'll find a spot to go eat." She rests her hand on your lower back as you scan the selection

"I love that you think I'm sharing this cheese with you." She laughs and you buy almost double what you would usually get because you have a hard time sharing food. The man prepares it on a platter for you.

"You really have a problem sharing food?" She laughs sitting beside you at the beach side table.

"Oh, J. You have so much to learn." You smirk and dig into your platter. The meal is spent in mostly silence and a few moans of pleasure from the food on your end and you can see the affect it's having on Jack which only spurs you on more before she grabs your thigh tightly.

"Stop, now." She purrs into your ear and just like that you're undone. "Thank you." She clearly saw your resolve change and loosens her grip on your thigh, moving it slightly higher before going back down again.

"And im the tease?" You scoff and finish off the last of the cheese.

"You started it. I just finished it." She smirks, packing up the platter and picking it up before walking over to place it in the trash can. "Want to see anything else?"

"Not really." You smile, watching Jack walk back over to you and she reaches out to take you hand. You take another walk around the markets. Happy to just hold her hand in yours and look over the stalls closing up. Then you cross the road and stroll down the shop fronts, looking in a few shops. The second hand book store takes Jack's attention. She picks out a few books and buys them.

"I need a few more for my collection." She smiles swinging her shopping bags by her side. "Ready to start heading home?" The sun was slowly setting, the cool breeze brushing your faces. The small walk back to the bike was too short for your liking but you slid onto the bike behind Jack and held onto her waist all the way back to DC.

There was a bit of DC traffic heading back into the city. Everyone coming back into DC from their day out on the coast. You laughed when Jack took the back roads to your place, prolonging the ride. But it still wasn't long enough. She pulled up to your curb and you both hopped off.

"That was a lovely day. Almost perfect." You smiled, hooking up your helmet to the back of the bike.

"Almost?" Jack huffed, hooking her pinkie in yours and tugging you close.

"Yeah.." You smirked, resting your hand on her waist, while her other hand and pinkie was still hooked with yours.

"Ah so what Torres mentioned is true." Her smirk growing more smug by the second. "You like to drive but me driving seems to be a loophole."

"You are a loophole in my brain, Jack." You both chuckle. You shake your head at the way those silly words came out. Hoping to god it somehow sounded cute.

"Smooth." Jack leans in and her lips graze the corner of your mouth on the way to dropping a kiss on your cheek.

You close you eyes, enjoying the lingering touch of her lips against your skin before it's gone too soon.

"Today was almost perfect for me too." She whispers and you open your eyes, to see hers teasing you.

You huff out a laugh and squeeze her hand before dropping it and watch her walk back and slide onto her bike. "Maybe it'll be perfect next time."

"Next time? You think I'll let you ride this girl?" She winks, sliding her hips slowly back and forth causing you to drop your head back and laugh. "I left that one wide open."

"So wide." You laugh and look back at Jack. "I'm sure I can convince you." You wink.

Jack laughs. "I'll chat with you later and see you at work tomorrow."

"Drive safe." You just get a wink in return and watch Jack ride off down the street. Smiling all the way up to your apartment, running through the events of the day. It was perfect and you can't stop smiling. Jack does text you when she gets home, it feels so couplely for you and for once that doesn't frighten you. With Jack you feel light, like you can float and nothing can hold you down. Even Jamie's pokes and jokes don't break your mood. The days events finally catch up with you and sleep finds you easy for once.

You catch a case on Tuesday that get's all your attention but Jack is unfortunately held up with helping Vance and another team with a case for the next week so you hardly see each other. The case drags on and you don't end up catching the bad guy until the following Monday. Gibbs thankfully gives the team a few days off but Jack is still held up with other team's cases that you don't see each other, even texting is minimal. Thursday and Friday is just catching up on reports. Thankfully no new case which means the team goes for drinks Friday evening after work, only Nick, Ellie and you end up staying the longest, Kasie and Jimmy too tired to carry on, before you head home around 2200.

Before you leave Ellie suggests joining her in her kick boxing class on Sunday. You give her a tentative yes unsure if you'll remember in the morning. Also leaving it open to see if Jack wants to do something. Ellie smiles, holding a hand over Nick's teasing lips.

"Have a good weekend, chat on Monday in the gym." Ellie waves goodbye and you see her release Nick's mouth once you are out of the bar.

Saturday morning rolls around and you lay in bed longer than you should. Over thinking about texting Jack, asking if she wants to go out. You had coffee with her twice during the week, nice chats, more hand holding and another kiss on the cheek. She even came into the bullpen before she left Friday afternoon to say goodbye to everyone and gave you an obvious extra smile.

You make yourself a coffee, fiddling with your phone in your fingers. Jamie notices. You check your phone for the tenth time in probably an hour. You bite the bullet and send her a good morning text to which you get a reply a few minutes later.

'G'morning to you too. I'm working on my girl (bike) if I don't reply straight away.' You laugh at her clarification.

'I'm sure she appreciates the attention.' You can't help it, she brings out the sass in you.

You manage to make a cup of coffee and slightly burn some toast before you get a reply. Making yourself comfortable on the couch across from Jamie who's watching some medical show on tv.

'You jealous? ;)'

"How's Jack?" Jamie asks tearing her eyes away from the tv and sipping her cup of tea. You notice she has bags under her eyes, decent ones and she's wearing scrubs.

"You going in for over time?" You look slightly concerned, it's meant to be her day off, she didn't come home until 0300 last night and it's only just hit 0800.

"Yeah, Patricia called in sick. So i'm doing her shift and Tyson is taking mine this evening."

You nod accepting that at least she got someone to take her shift and not have to pull a double.

"So how's Jack?"

You smile and look back down at your phone, still trying to find the right reply but you know anything would be fine. "She's good, cheeky as hell." You take a bite of toast.

"So what's the situation?" You look at Jamie wide eyed at the question she just asked.

"Ummm.." You look at the tv then down at your phone, not really sure how to answer but wanting an answer yourself, hell you hadn't even kissed on the lips yet.

"Haven't talked about it?" You shake your head and Jamie accepts your wordless answer. She turns her attention back to the tv. One thing you love about your sister is she stops asking when you need her too, most of the time.

'You're welcome to come and watch.' You smile and hop up from the couch, finishing off your toast on the way to the kitchen.

'I might just do that.' You hit send and nurse the cup of coffee as you go to your bedroom to get changed.

You turn down Jack's street and pull your car up out from of her building. You notice the bike down the side of the driveway and smile as you see Jack lying beside her. Walking up the driveway you stop for a second when Jack stands up seeing you. Your breath falters seeing her in front of you in long sleeved overalls, they're dark denim in colour and she has the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the cuffs turned up at her ankles. Your eyes are drawn to the deep v at her breasts where she's clearly undone a few too many buttons but you aren't complaining as the v dips deep between her breasts.

Jack smirks at your pause and you kick your brain back into gear walking up to her. "Hi."

"That didn't take you too long." She leans in and you hold your breath but she kisses your cheek.

"No traffic." You shrug, dragging your eyes down her body again, not ashamed that she can see you looking.

"You like?" She does a twirl and you laugh.

"You get all the grease from the bike on you?"

Jack is covered in grease. It's sexy as hell but also funny. She's got some splotched across her face, neck, arms, hands and even a smudge on her left ankle.

"She's a tough girl." Jack turns slightly, looking at her bike.

You follow her gaze to the subject of conversation. There's a mechanic trolly on the ground that Jack was lying on when you pulled up, a large red tool box (is there another colour for a tool box?) and a bunch of dirty rags scattered around.

"What's her problem today?" You walk over to take a closer inspection and Jack goes into detail of what she's been doing but you only understand half of it. As she gets back down onto her back on the trolley you find a spot on the garden wall beside her work area, giving you a good angle to watch Jack. You happily watch as she works on her bike for almost an hour, she chats with you in between grunts and swears. You find that her swearing is kind of a turn on, well this whole situation of her in those overalls, grease and her hair tied up in a bun with a dark blue and white poker-dot scarf wrapped around her head is making you hot.

You wonder what it's like to kiss her as she works under her bike, it's definitely crossed your mind several times since the markets but the moments seemed to fly by. Would she be gentle and slow or deep and fast. You bite your lower lip between your teeth and Jack looks over at you.

"You're making it very hard for me to concentrate on my task." She slides to the side and sits up, rubbing the back of her hand across her forehead and you smirk at the new line of grease across her brow, understanding now how easily she got into this mess. "I just smudged more grease didn't I?" You nod and she stands up walking over to where you are perched on her garden wall. You watch her eyes darken and a mischievous smile begins to grow across her lips but it's too late for you to escape (not that you wanted to), she closes the gap between you, placing her hands on the wall either side of your hips. Your knees bumping into her lower belly, at least that's what you're telling yourself is where they are touching and you open your legs for her to slide in closer.

"You like me betw-" Her smart ass comment is cut off by your lips meeting her smug smile and she moans, she's kissing you back. Your hands wrapping around her neck and the tips of your fingers playing with the hairs at the base of her neck that have come loose from her working.

She swipes her tongue across your bottom lip and you make a whimpering sound parting your lips to give her the access she asked for. Your mind goes blank and all you can think and feel is her. You feel her tongue glide along yours, teeth clash, her hands grip at your hips and her left hand goes around to cup the side of your butt. It's too soon but she snaps back heaving for air but you don't let her go too far, your hands still tangled in her hair. elbows resting on her shoulders.

"Been wanting to do that for a while." You let out between breaths and Jack smiles, leaning in to peck your lips but you hold her close, dragging the kiss out longer, sucking her bottom lip between yours and releasing it with a pop.

"Me too." Jack breathes and kisses your cheek with a laugh.

"You've transferred the grease to me, haven't you?" You let one hand fall from it's spot tangled in the back of her hair and run it along your cheek where Jack was looking but you think it only made it worse because Jack just laughs harder. "How about helping a girl out?"

"Why would I do that?" She closes the small gap between you again and kisses you with more passion than the first time, she brings out sounds you don't think you've ever made before. Something between a whimper, mew and sigh which only spurs her on and she nips at your bottom lip before pulling away. "If I look half as sexy as you with a little grease on your face, I'd have kissed you hours ago."

You smile, your cheeks going a slight pink and run your thumb across Jack's cheek, smearing the grease a little more but bringing your thumb back to your face, dotting it on your nose. "Trust me, I'm shocked with my self control. Although I wanted to kiss you when you picked me up for breakfast."

"I wanted to kiss you when we spent three hours instead of one searching through profiles." She squeezes your hip and goes to step out of your embrace but your legs come up and slightly hook behind her knees and she slightly stumbles into you. "Let me finish this one last thing, I promise it will only take ten minutes and then we can kiss, cuddle or go for a ride, whatever you want." Jack smiles and you bring your hand up to your chin pretending to think about an answer but then realise you've smudged more grease onto your face in the process.

"Might want to shower first." You add, dropping your legs to let her go and you see her huge smirk. "I didn't-"

"I know." She pecks your lips and you see her smile, it melts all your nerves away. "Ten minutes."

You squeeze her hand before dropping it. You watch her work, she bugs you again for chewing your bottom lip but you cant help it, she's dam attractive working on her bike and thankfully she sticks to her ten minute promise. You follow her up to her apartment, quickly realising this is the first time you've actually been inside her place and your heart skips a beat stepping through the threshold. It's very minimal, she has a beach style vibe as you guessed there might be as she misses the ocean so much. She offers you a seat in her lounge room and tells you to get comfortable while she takes a quick shower.

You take the opportunity of being alone in her space to wander around instead. Her living area is simple, a two seater tan linen couch with a huge circle armchair to match. There's a small oval glass coffee table with a few files spread across it and a few large shells scattered across. It's an open style area and you walk into the middle section where the four seater dining table is tucked into the corner behind the couch then onto the kitchen, its small but you can see dishes and utensils taking up most of the bench space. Taking a turn you go through the doorway into the hallway, to your left you hear the shower and see into Jack's bedroom which she's left the door open to but you turn right deciding you'll hopefully get the opportunity to see that another time.

There's four photo-frames equally spaced along the wall, all with pictures of a desert landscape. It isn't until you walk up to the last one at the end of the hall and near the front door that you see a much younger Jack with her Wingo's and you reach up and trace your fingers down the side of the frame with a sad smile. After you spoke to Jack about your time in Afghanistan you did take the liberty and did a search, asked an old friend in the Army if he recognised the name and he didn't share much but said a mission went horribly wrong with her and her team. You didn't want to know anything else even if he did want to tell you. You wanted Jack to tell you when she was ready.

"That was my team." Jack said softly beside you and you almost jumped out of your skin. "Sorry, saw you were deep in thought and couldn't resist." She smiles and wraps her arm around your waist. "Come with me." She tugs you down the hall and into the bathroom. "Sit." She motions to the side of the bath. You look at her confused and she just nods in the direction of the bath again.

"Wha-" You stop when you see her squeeze the wash cloth, water dripping out and brings it to your face and you laugh. "Thank you." She wipes away the grease you'd forgotten about.

"Might get certain looks if you go out like this.." She smiles, you feel the nice cold cloth travel down your neck and you close your eyes enjoying the feeling although you sweat there was no grease there.

"Gave up caring what people thought a long time ago." The cloth leaves your skin and you open your eyes to a questioning looking Jack. "Well mostly."

Jack turns away to wash the cloth in the sink but you happily stay seated, watching her. She catches you in the mirror and just smiles at you.

"So we are going out?" You try to not sound disappointed but you could happily spend the day wrapped in her arms, biting your lip bottom lip.

"I'd call us 'Going Out'" She raises her hands in the bunny ears formation to make her point.

Rolling your eyes at her. "Not what I meant and you know it.." But you blush anyway, her eyes havent left yours, looking at your through the mirror. You subconsciously bring your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I want to give her a test run to see how she goes then we can cuddle the day away." She winks at you. "If you keep biting that lip..." She doesn't finish what she was thinking, instead she shows you, turning around to you again, cupping your face with her hands and sucking you lip into her mouth, drawing a moan from deep within you and she kisses you. No one has kissed you with so much passion, ferocity and tenderness before. You surrender to her and she tugs you up, standing, you wrap your arms around her neck, never breaking the kiss.

The kiss ends and you can't not look at her, her eyes glaze over and you assume yours are as well. "So ..umm .. that ride." You breathe, the words no louder than a whisper.

Jack just nods, softly pecking your lips again before dropping her hands. "Yeah." She breaths

"Come on, baby." You smile, liking the name flowing from your lips. You grab her hand and lead her out of the bathroom and down the hall. She grabs her keys along the way and you walk out of the apartment.

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Well? I kept re reading, adding, subtracting, knew i needed to post it before i re wrote it completely. Hope its ok.. 7 is my lucky number, funny how that worked out.

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wolf-555-writer · 6 years ago

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Target On My Back

Hope you guys like this!

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow x Reader

Summary: Takes place before Natasha joined SHIELD and Avengers, hence the name Natalia Romanova instead of Natasha Romanoff. Reader is an Agent at SHIELD.

Word Count: 2,676

Casually walking on the sturdy pavement with a relaxed pace like there’s no worry in the world. A strand of her red hair playfully swings back due to a man in a cheap suit rushing by her, probably too late for his boring appointment. She simply continues her path with a calm and friendly look in her beautiful, sparkling green eyes. A ray of sunlight manages to break through the tall skyscrapers and shines on her face, causing her to close her eyes for a moment while a subtle smile of enjoyment emerges. Reaching the end of the block, she makes a sharp turn around the corner, passing a hipster coffee place that’s likely filled with freelancers and their laptops. She’s in casual attire, wearing skinny denim jeans and a black leather jacket that’s unfastened with a basic black t-shirt underneath. Losing sight of her for only a second as a large garbage truck drove by. It has become quiet on this part of the street, no other persons or cars around, it’s just her, Natalia Romanova.

“I’ve got a clear shot. Permission to take out the target, Coulson?”, you affirm, staring through the riflescope, fully concentrated and locked on. How can this woman be so deadly? You wonder, considering you followed her for a while, patiently waiting on this rooftop for the perfect opportunity to arise. You’ve taken a good look at her. She seems so innocent and doesn’t look like a cold-blooded killer at all. You’ve read and studied the files, seen her pictures- well, the limited amount thereof, because there’s not much information about the Russian spy. It’s mostly a lot of speculation about her involvement in a significant amount of cases, but has never been proven.

“Confirmed Agent (Y/L/N). Take the shot”, you receive back. Seeing her in real life makes it different though. It shouldn’t, you know that, but you can’t help it. Doubts have flooded your mind, is this really the Black Widow? However, you got your orders and cannot ignore them. Actually, you never would, ‘cause there’s nothing and no one else you’re more loyal to than SHIELD.

Quickly snapping out of your thoughts, can’t get distracted now. Your finger is on the trigger, ready to pull and you squint your eye a little more to get a better visual through the scope.

“Wait… What the hell!?”, you shout out unwittingly. Shocked, yet still actively in shooting position with your fingertip fairly pressed against the trigger. “H-how did she-”.

A pair of green eyes are staring right at you from afar and a provoking wink with a matching grin shows up on her face. But only for a brief moment since Natalia already started running towards a more crowded area on the sidewalk, where she skillfully evades innocent pedestrians. You almost had her, almost…

“My position is compromised, I’m going in pursuit!”, you state while jumping up from the stake-out post. In a moment of not clear thinking and haste, you leave the sniper rifle behind and sprint towards the fire escape at the corner of the rooftop.

“No Agent (Y/L/N)! Stand down!”, Agent Coulson orders through the comm with a loud and authoritative tone. You ignore him blindly, ‘cause you are the closest one and probably SHIELD’s last chance of catching her this time. ...Right? Well, that’s what you told yourself anyway.

Sliding down the rusty staircase as fast as you can so that you won’t lose her. Once back on solid ground, you hop on your bike parked nearby and put on the helmet. Okay, once in a while you do ignore a direct order, but it’s for the greater good, for SHIELD, for… um, yeah, the exact reason is not that important at the moment. You tighten your grip on the handlebars and accelerate as you speed out of the narrow alley. Beating yourself up for getting distracted back there, you can’t fail this assignment, because you never fail. So this sure as hell ain’t gonna be the first slip-up of yours. Gotta keep your head in the game.

Turning a sharp right, you end up on the road and immediately notice a covert SHIELD SUV in your side view mirror. I guess not so covert after all. Your attention is quickly shifted towards a woman up ahead, also on a bike, passing an intersection and driving through a red light at full speed.

The results of her little stunt are the least of your problems right now, however the situation could have been better… Multiple collisions, smoke formation under the hoods and honking cars with angry drivers inside, loudly cursing while making offending gestures to one another. The road is blocked and a traffic jam is preventing you from continuing the chase. It’s a total mess and Black Widow got away. There's no other option. You rapidly steer to the right and bulldoze over the sidewalk tiles, almost hitting an innocent bystander who dove aside just in time. The adrenaline is now rushing through your veins, it's a feeling you haven’t felt in a while. Though it has become so addictive that you're always craving more. Back on the road again, you proceed with the hunt and enter the busy highway. The black, armored SUV is gone now that you don't notice your fellow agents anymore, probably forced to take another route.

Highly focused on safely passing the cars, you use dangerous maneuvers, switching your weight from left to right. You're on her tail, but it takes a lot of effort to keep up. She's fast… really fast. And she knows that too, because there hasn't been a single moment she looked back over her shoulder. Or is she always looking over her shoulder? Anyways, you can't keep this up for long, so you have to find a way to stop her. Grabbing the Glock from the holster on your upper leg, you aim precisely and fire. The bullet pierces through the thick rubber back tire. Natalia doesn't even flinch and immediately reacts when hearing the gunshot.

She hits the brakes powerfully, a trail of smoke behind her, and pushes herself off of the leather bike seat. She shoots high up in the air, only to make a perfect backflip and lands on both feet right after. Meanwhile the motorcycle has tilted on its side and the metal body scrapes over the asphalt, making an awful, high-pitched sound while leaving dark paint marks on the road.

After putting the handgun back fast, sight partially blinded by the smoke, you instantly hit the brakes too and stop. Opening the helmet cap and using your left foot to push down the kickstand. “Coulson, I've captured the target. My position-”. Before you could even finish that sentence Natalia already ran towards the concrete edge, slid over the hood of a stopped car first, and jumped from the bridge. “What the fu- Again!?”.

“Copy. What is your position Agent (Y/L/N)?”, you hear back, a voice much calmer and not as loud as before. “Um… 4 kilometers south of the primary location”, you reply a bit unsettled, not sure about the state Romanova’s in, because -let’s be realistic- she just flew off a bridge...

“We’re 8 minutes out. Suspect is secure? In custody?”

“... No, um, not really… But I'm close. Well, kind of”, you mumble as you dashed to the edge and watch her on the road below, apparently all alive and well. “I still got a visual”, you declare, starting the engine again and closing the helmet visor as you’d run back to your motorcycle. First, you need to exit the highway. The closest one was a couple of hundred meters back, so you make a 180 with skidding tires and go against traffic. Always choose the shortest route, which is possibly also the most dangerous one. You gotta hand it to her, she has got a serious amount of determination and doesn’t get caught easily. Something you weirdly start to admire about her. She’s also not getting rid of you that easily though, 'cause you’re not done yet either.

“Can I expect a report back? Hello?!”. Judging by the tone in your ear, you apparently missed his question the first time, or the second time? Maybe even the third, you don’t know. She's seriously messing with your head, in more ways than you dare to admit. “I’ll report back when I have her detained”, you assert while driving head-on towards oncoming traffic that you bypass with ease.

Once you safely exited the highway, you race towards a dark alleyway between some abandoned and degraded buildings where you last saw Black Widow. The headlight on your bike makes it possible to spot Natalia fleeing in the distance. She’s still on foot, which is a disadvantage for her as she’s way more slower than you are. Eventually you have her boxed in. A high fence with barbed wire on top is preventing her from continuing her course. You give a short update about your current location to Coulson as a precaution before coming to a halt with screeching tires. Rapidly jumping off the vehicle while you grab your gun.

“Stop! There’s nowhere else to run!”

She slowly puts her hands up at the sound of a click, knowing the Glock’s safety is off. Knowing that you’re ready to pull the trigger.

She turned around, now face to face, and you stare into her eyes, still with the gun pointed at her. “The previous SHIELD Agents would have already given up by now”, she says with a calm voice, “but not you”, while she checks you out from head to toe.

“Aw, I'm not your first?”, you taunt back, in a more relaxed state since you've finally completed your assignment. Third time’s a charm, right? A grin appears on her face. “You're cute”. Without breaking eye contact you reach for the handcuffs on your belt, you can’t let her distract you. Not again.

In a flash of a second she kicks something your way. Don’t know what it is but it gets you startled as it grazes your forehead. Before you even know it she’s in front of you and slams the gun out of your hand. Trying to follow its trajectory with your eyes to see where the gun drops, but your field of vision doesn’t let you because Natalia has grabbed your extended arm and throws you over her shoulder onto the dirty ground. It’s an unpleasant landing but you quickly push yourself off and stand up again, only to catch her leg mid-air with both hands since she wanted to land a brutal kick to your left side. This doesn’t stop her though. She hooks onto your shoulders with her hands and pushes herself off to swing her other leg around your head. Both her legs are wrapped around your neck tightly, her thighs are choking you now that you can’t breathe anymore. You want to free yourself from her strong grip and swing your arms about but lose balance. Due to the weight, you fall backwards and touch down on the hard ground again. The restriction around your neck disappears. Gasping for air you get up once more and your jaw meets with Natalia’s fist. You luckily counteract the next punch and slip and block while retaliating with a fast, but powerful left hook. Directly after you pivot and want to do a roundhouse kick, but she smoothly ducks down and sweeps you off your feet instead.

“You ready to give up?”. She’s even letting her guard down. Now she’s just drawing you out and taunting with you. You look up at her and scoff. “I got this completely under control, okay”, wiping the blood from the corner of your mouth. There are drops of sweat on your forehead and your breathing frequency is faster than usual. Natalia is a worthy opponent. It’s a challenge, something you haven’t had in a while as most of your missions are routine jobs and have become boring. You’ve missed this, it feels so good. Your heart rate is rising and you get that surge of adrenaline once more.

Natalia blows a strand of red hair away. “Oh, okay. You sure about that?”, she answers with a light chuckle and moves one eyebrow up.

You get up from the ground, once again. Sensing some painful, nagging spots scattered all over your body, but you suppress it, ignore the aching parts, and defensively put your hands up high to protect your upper body and face.

“Yeah, I’m totally sure about th-”. Barely able to finish that sentence, you get floored again by Natalia. She has used her legs to grab your neck and moves you downwards. With a great impact you end up on the asphalt, head first and flat on your stomach. Natalia has got you pinned down while she’s forcing you in this position with her knees buried in your back. Not the most comfortable situation you’ve been in...

You move your head to the side and let out a deep groan. A bit disoriented due to the smack on your head, but suddenly, hidden in between some pieces of trash nearby, you notice your handgun. Without hesitation you grab it and roll onto your back with all the strength left to hold her at gunpoint. Natalia backs away and puts her hands behind her head.

“I've got her Coulson”, you state, speaking through your comm while you painfully stand up. “Coulson?”. Still pointing your gun at Natalia. “Are you there?”

“You lost this?”, she taunts, now opening her left hand which she’s moved from behind her head. It's your earpiece. “Wait, how did you-”. With a puzzled look you glare at her. How did she do that? You have to admit, you’re kind of amazed by her skills. The way she fights and moves, it’s impressive. She’s impressive.

Although, it pisses you off that you keep losing.

“So…”, she drops the communication device on the ground and crushes it with the ball of her foot, “it's just you and me now”

“Yeah, I guess so…”. You’re out of words since you don’t know what to say next and deeply stare into her intense, fiery green eyes. There's something holding you back. She could have killed you, several times already to be fair, but she didn’t. It’s like a game. A game you seem to enjoy very much. Still aiming the handgun at her, yet it’s like you’re in a frozen state. What should you do? Take her in and complete the assignment, keeping a spotless record, which actually doesn’t seem that important anymore.

...Or let her go. So that there will be a chance of seeing her again, hopefully in the near future. No, I can’t… My loyalty is with SHIELD, you keep repeating in your mind. Convincing yourself. Or better said, trying to convince yourself. Is it working?

Slowly lowering the gun and turning your head away as you gaze at the ground. “You don’t have much time before the other Agents are here. Go. Now”, you suggest with a low, hoarse voice. Natalia doesn’t need to think twice and takes this opportunity for granted as she jumps on your motorcycle. It feels as if you’re not in control of your own actions anymore. What are you doing?! Realizing you let your target escape, willingly, and on top of that, on your bike. How will you explain this?

There’s something about her… something that makes her special, that makes this all worth it somehow. No regrets at all. She’ll still have a target on her back though, because SHIELD will not stop. But as of now you got one too. You watch her put your helmet on and she winks at you again, with that same signature grin too. Before closing the visor and driving away full throttle, she locks eyes with you one last time and softly speaks:

“Till next time, Agent (Y/L/N)”

PART 2

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 6 years ago

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S.T. REWRITE - S2:E1; Chapter One, MADMAX - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

As the town preps for Halloween, a high-scoring rival shakes things up at the arcade. Will begins seeing strange visions as the anniversary of his disappearance creeps up.

Warnings: LOTS-O-FLUFF

||3rd Person POV||

"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!"

Dustin Henderson riffles through the plump cushions of his sitting room couch, throwing them around as he searches frantically for loose change. He abandoned the now disheveled couch and runs into the living room, where his mother sits, watching television and petting the cat.

Dustin begins riffing through the living room couch, angered at his lack of luck.

"Another stupid penny!" He huffs, chucking the penny across the room, startling the cat.

"Dusty, watch it!" His mother scolds. "You almost hit Mews."

"Can I please check under your cushions?" He pleads.

"Dusty."

"Mom, please? It's an emergency!" He whines.

In a mocking tone, his mother lets out a fake whine as she stands up from the chair which the boy returns.

"Who's your buddy? Who's your buddy?" She coos softly into the feline's ears.

Dustin, all the while wasted no time in checking the rocking chairs cushions.

"Honey, where's your sister? She's going with you, right?"

"Yeah, she's coming. Don't know where she is though." He throws over his shoulder as he continues to search.

Dustin stops when he feels the tips of his fingers graze the cold metal of the coins. Grabbing a hold of them, he smirks knowing he has some arcade money.

He hastily runs out of the room, bidding his mother farewell.

"Love you, mom."

Running down the halls, he comes to a stop at his bedroom door. Grabbing his headset off the nightstand he switches it on.

"Lucas, you copy? I've got four quarters. What's your haul?"

There is hardly a beat of silence before a response from Lucas Sinclair comes through.

"Take your puny haul and multiply it by five."

"How?" He asks bewildered.

"While you were scrounging around like a homeless bum, I mowed Old Man Humphrey's lawn."

"Old Man Humphrey's got that kinda cash?"

"Dustin!" A voice echoed throughout the house.

Sighing, Dustin brushed off the calls knowing he would only be a second.

"Just call Mike already."

"You call Mike." His face was contorted in frustration and a little bit of jealousy as he spoke.

"Dustin!"

"I have to go take a shower from doing real work, like a man. Over and out."

The walkie crackled signaling the cut off and Dustin sighed dropping his headset on the ground next to him.

Suddenly, a blur of [H/C] hair popped into view.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you! You almost ready?"

There in the doorway stood [Y/N] Henderson. She was in the hallway, grip on the door frame as she leaned in, she seemed a little out of breath but she radiated energy.

Despite her playful energy and kid-like qualities, she had definitely aged in the past year. The young gang that had faced such turmoil had all grown in the past year, but [Y/N] more so than them. She stood a few inches taller and more of her clothes had filled in.

Dustin sighs, grabbing his quarters and standing up. "So, how much did you..."

The boy trailed off when he saw his sister hold up a small bag of change, a smirk plastered on her face.

"How did you...?"

"What? I save," she smirked and shook the bag slightly letting the contents rattle around.

"So, have you called Mike yet? I talked to Will, he's gonna meet us in twenty minutes."

"No,"

"Well, what have you been doing this whole time? Gimme that," the girl playfully grabbed the headset on switched it on.

"Mike, it's [Y/N]. Do you copy? Mike, do you copy?"

There was silence and then a voice crackled over the headset.

"Yeah. Yeah, I copy." Came the voice of Mike Wheeler.

The girl's face scrunched up in confusion for a brief moment.

"Wait, wait what are you doing on this channel?"

"Nothing,"

"So listen, Lucas, Dustin and I have, about uh," The girl paused, gesturing to her brother how much he and Lucas had gathered. "About ten bucks total, thirteen counting Will's, what's your haul?"

Dustin's eyes bulged at the number. Mike was just as shocked.

"Seriously? Um, shit, I don't know yet."

"What do you mean? You haven't checked yet? We're meeting in fifteen" The girl said, her voice rising as she began to pace.

"Just hold on, I'll be there."

The radio crackled and signaled that he had shut off his comm.

Sighing, the girl ripped off the headset and tossed it on her brother's bed.

"He doesn't even know his haul yet. I swear, sometimes I get the feeling he's hiding something."

Dustin chuckled and cracked a smile. "That's rich, coming from the girl who practices magic in her room when no one's there,"

"Would you-!" She lightly smacked her brother on the arm, shushing him.

"You want mom to hear?" She hissed in a warning tone, getting closer to her brother so she could whisper. "And for the last time, it's not magic. I may not know much about it, and I figure the more I practice the more control I'll have."

"I just don't understand why you can't tell mom,"

"Dustin, we've talked about this. You know how sketchy that lab was and how they searched Mike's house and it got his parents involved. I don't want mom knowing about this, maybe someday but definitely not anytime soon. I don't want to put her in danger. Plus, you know how she is. Now, please, please promise me you won't tell her."

"To be fair, I never said I would,"

The girl fought the urge to roll her eyes at her brother's technicality, given that he was keeping her secret.

While she and her friends had been looking for their friend Will who had gone missing, [Y/N] had discovered things about herself that she never imagined to be possible. In the week spent looking for Will, the girl and her friends had been chased by federal agents when they befriended an escapee from their laboratory, a young girl the same age as her who had telekinetic abilities. When cornered by these agents, [Y/N] had managed to fight them off without even trying, thanks to her newfound abilities of her own.

Thankfully, Will had been brought back and everything had returned to normal. Unfortunately, Eleven, the girl they had befriended, didn't make it, for she had saved the group by destroying the monster and disappeared with it. A few weeks passed and [Y/N] began to explore her new abilities.

Having been adopted as an infant, [Y/N] had no idea who her birth parents were or how she could have these powers. All the strange things about herself all made sense; she had always been able to heal abnormally quicker than anyone else. She could also revive any plants and seemed to have a way with them.

So from time to time, [Y/N] would test these abilities. Attempt to control them. When she accidentally scraped her knee on her skates over the summer, so she sat herself down and managed to heal herself. She had been getting quite good. She what talents she could to help her friends. Given that they were apart of the mess and most of them had witnessed her use her powers in person, she had no choice but to explain herself after everything and cooled off.

After the initial shock of it all, they all thought it was amazing. Will Byers most of all. The boy had harbored feeling for the Henderson girl for years. It wasn't until his disappearance had the girl realized her feelings towards him. The two were often teased by their friends despite nothing happening. The pair knew of each other's feelings and that was enough for them.

They were happy.

Being the protective brother Dustin was, he didn't mind so much. He knew Will made her happy and that's all that really mattered to him. Didn't mean it wasn't still a little weird for him. Although, being the brother and the friend he had double the opportunity to tease and tease he did.

"So," He said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "we better get a move on,"

[Y/N] began nodding her head in agreement when Dustin slipped in a comment that caused the girl to scoff, hiding a small blush.

"wouldn't want to keep that boyfriend of yours waiting."

[Y/N] scoffed, rolling her eyes. She extended out an arm and yanked Dustin's hat over his eyes, causing him to laugh and readjust it. By the time he had fixed it, his sister was already out of the door.

||Reader's POV||

Dustin and I had met up with Mike and Lucas and as we pulled into the parking lot, I spared a glance at my watch to see that we just barely made it. We all dismounted our bikes and hauled them on to the curb and parked them. The sound of a car honking grabbed our attention.

I looked over to see the familiar green Ford Pinto and a smiling Will. Joyce had just pulled up and she gave me a warm smile which I gladly returned.

"Hey!" My brother shouted.

Will waved at all of us, and I waved back and his smile widened. He turned to talk to his mom, and the guys headed inside. I stuck my hands in my jacket pockets and lingered near the bikes, wanting to wait up for him.

Soon enough, he shut the car door and he quickly made his way over. We walked side by side to the front doors.

"Hey there," I chirped.

As we walked side by side, I playfully nudged him with my shoulder and he laughed and blushed a little.

"Hey," he kept his eyes on his feet, but he never stopped smiling.

Suddenly, he walked forward a few steps and pulled the door open for me.

"Thank you," I giggled.

"Of course," he mumbled, sounding dazed.

||3rd Person POV||

Joyce Byers watched, waiting to make sure her youngest son got inside safely.

She smiled to herself seeing how happy he was around [Y/N]. Joyce was so lucky to have such a great girl to look out for him. Joyce always loved [Y/N], and she proved to be more than worthy for her son.

Her chest filled with pride when she saw her son hold the door for his "girlfriend".

Every time she brought up the subject, or even the word, Will would insist they were just friends. But she knew they were just too shy to admit it.

The last thing Joyce saw before she pulled away was the lovesick gaze on her son's face whenever he looked at [Y/N] Henderson when she wasn't looking.

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the--blackdahlia · 6 years ago

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This Life Chapter 4

Title: This Life Chapter 4

Summary: Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, violence

AN: Here’s to @callme-kaz2y5-baby !

Song 4: Drunken Lullabies by Flogging Molly

“Kid, you better thank your lucky stars that I was a medic back in the day.” Jim laughed as they laid Kevin out on the table. The less they had to go to hospitals, the better. If they could fix it in house, they did. Jim was usually the deciding factor if the nurse practitioner they had on the payroll needed to step in.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna die. Oh shit!” Kevin cried.

“Yeah, no such luck today honor student.” Dean told him. “It looks like it’s just a shoulder wound. You’re gonna be fine.” He looked over to see Jo coming in, carrying Jim’s bag.

“Anything else I can do?” Jo asked, handing the bag off to Jim.

“Glass of scotch please my dear.” Jim laughed. Kevin’s eyes were wide.

“You’re drinking now?!” Kevin yelled.

“I do must best surgery when I’m not sober.” Jim teased. Kevin looked over at Dean.

“Don’t let him work on me!” Kevin begged. Dean just laughed some.

“Man, it looks like just a graze. Barely gonna leave a scar.” Caleb assured Kevin. “One lucky son of a bitch!” Jo came up to Jim with the glass of scotch and a bottle. Jim smiled and took the glass.

“Thank you love.” He took a swig of the scotch. “Would you like some Kevin. It might help with your nerves.” Kevin took the bottle from Jo and took a big drink, coughing as he did. Jim started to examine Kevin’s arm then. It didn’t seem that the bullet had actually entered him, just grazed him. While a bit of the blood had come from that, it was also from Kevin falling down and scraping himself against the ground. Thankfully, this was just a case of Jim needed to clean and stitch the wounds.

“Who the fuck was that?” Cas asked Dean as they stood by with Benny and Garth, watching as Jim and Caleb took care of Kevin. “I didn’t see any markings or anything.” Jo stood by Jim’s side, ready to help with anything.

“Could Lydia be screwing around with someone from another club?” Benny asked.

“Probably, but she would’ve been close by to watch the damage.” Dean said. “What about Gordon?”

“Caleb and Jim know him better than we do.” Garth explained. Bobby came in then.

“I leave for five god damn minutes and you guys turn Wolfpine into the Old West?” Bobby asked. “Who was it?”

“That’s what we were just discussing.” Dean told him. “What were you doing?”

“Working a deal with a dealer next county over.” Bobby explained. He watched as Jim finished up his neat stitches and poured some alcohol over them one last time to make sure that they were clean. “They got the prospect?”

“Yeah. Saved me from gettin’ it.” Benny told him.

“Think it’s got anything to do with Sam’s disappearance?” Garth asked. “I mean, Caleb and Jim just came back from snooping out there and they said that someone from a new club threatened them.”

“Gotta get Ash to look into some dirt on this new club or whatever.” Bobby told them. “Got a couple deals going down with some assholes from Houston and El Paso. Fuck, I’m getting too old for this shit.” Bobby grabbed himself a beer and headed out to the garage to talk with Ellen. “And somebody make sure that the fucking prospect gets his bonus for taking one for the club.” With that, Bobby left. Jim took off his gloves and threw them in the bag provided by Jo.

“Damn son, that felt good.” He laughed. “We’re gonna get you some good shit prospect. You’ll be just fine.” But Kevin had passed out, not really one to hold his liquor. “Well, that was easy enough.”

“Let the kid sleep for a bit. I’ll take him home later.” Benny said. “Least I can do.”

“Just hope you don’t run into that mom of his.” Garth said. “Dean would probably think she was hot. Maybe he should take the prospect home.” Him and Benny walked out then. Dean stopped Cas.

“What’s his mom look like?” He asked.

“You know those Busty Asian Beauties that you read?” Cas asked. “She looks like the centerfold.” Cas walked out. Dean let out a whistle.

“God damn, I gotta see her then.” He said, following them out.

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It was close to dawn when Dean and Bobby pulled up outside the trailer that Ash Harberton lived in. With Dean’s bike out of commission, the two had decided that the Impala was the best route. First it was John’s, then it was Dean’s. If Dean didn’t ride his bike everywhere, he was with his baby.

“Sure he’s home?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, he’s there.” Bobby said. They got out of the car and made their way up the metal steps to the front door. Dean knocked loudly, hoping it could be heard over the noises coming from inside. A few minutes later, the sound of locks clicking could be heart and Ash opened the door.

Naked as naked could be.

“Dean. Bobby. Hey.” Ash said. Dean and Bobby turned their heads.

“Hey Ash.” Dean said, trying to look anywhere else.

“Guess I better put some pants on.” He said.

“That’s a great idea.” Bobby replied. Ash disappeared into the living room, leaving the door open. Dean and Bobby slowly made their way in as he pulled on a pair of MIT sweatpants and a matching hoodie.

“What can I do for you two gents?” Ash asked as he tossed himself back into a beanbag chair in front of his large TV. Bobby looked around and found a portion of the couch that didn’t have stuff all over it and took that seat. Dean opted to stand.

“We’ve heard some rumors about a new club that’s trying to cause trouble with us. Based somewhere out in California. Possibly the Palo Alto area.” Bobby explained. “We want you to see what you can find about them.”

“Do you have anything to go on?” Ash asked. “A name? Something?”

“Just that we’re pretty sure they just shot at us.” Dean told him. “Hit the prospect.”

“Shit, they got Kevin?” Ash asked. “He’s a pretty cool kid.” Ash froze for a second. “Wait a second, Sam was in Palo Alto. You don’t think they got him to send a message to you guys, do you?”

“Why send a message if you’re not going to display your name for everyone to see?” Bobby asked. Ash nodded.

“Good point.” He turned off his Xbox and went to a very nice computer setup on the other side of the living room. He started typing things in faster than Dean thought possibly, bringing things up to look over the double monitors. Dean paid close attention to some of the things that were popping up, hoping to maybe catch Sam’s name somewhere.

“Well, what I can gather is that this club is not in Palo Alto, but looks like they’re around the Los Angeles area.” Ash said. “I’m trying to figure anything out about them, but either they are extremely new or they’re very secretive.”

“Did you get a name?” Bobby asked.

“Uh, looks like they’re called Wayward Sons or something like that. Wonder if they’re a charter of Samcro.”

“Is that all you got?” Dean asked.

“That’s all I can find right now.” Ash said. “Give me a day or so. I’ll try to find more.” Bobby got up and patted Ash’s arm.

“Thanks Ash.” Bobby said. “Let us know.” Ash just nodded and got to work on digging. Bobby motioned for Dean to follow him out of the trailer. They walked out, Dean following behind Bobby to the Impala.

“What do you think?” Dean asked.

“I highly doubt that some little no name group from California decided to come to Texas and shoot at us.” Bobby said. “They might have something to do with Sam’s disappearance, but I don’t think they did the shooting.”

“I bet it was the Horsemen.” Dean said. “Little assholes don’t stay dead for long. They’re like fucking cockroaches.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of all of this.” Bobby assured Dean. “We’ve got a lot to figure out.” Dean nodded.

“I’ve gotta find Sammy.” Dean said. “If those bastards did anything to him…”

“If they did, and that’s a big if, they have more than just you to deal with.” Bobby told Dean. “I’m sure I can vouch for everyone at the club that they wouldn’t mind taking turns hitting a Horseman piñata. But you get the first hit.” They got in the Impala then and took off, heading back to the garage for the night. They had things that needed to be discussed, information to be shared, and plans to be made.

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to-write-ornah · 6 years ago

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Not So Happy Birthday part 2

A/n: hey guys, happy new year! So, this part has been rewritten wayyyyy to many times but it's finally done!! I'm actually rly excited, and this will probably be a series until it's done-done. ALSO! This is part two, technically, but I'm making the next part 2.5 because Tumblr has this great thing called '100 paragraph limit' (I will be salty about this till the day I die) so hopefully I'll get that up today or tomorrow. Also, next part is gonna sum up what the deal is with her parents and her brother (I've put off saying her brothers name for the weirdest reason so don't judge but it'll be in the next part okay) I also apologize bc (to me at least) my writing seems a bit off. Oh well. alright I'm done rambling ENJOY

Warnings: minor character death, blood and bruising, maybe fluff if you squint

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You'd been riding with Sweet Pea for over two hours now. The train tracks had been on your left up until about twenty minutes ago, when they split away from the road making way for the forest. You passed a red painted post on the side of the road several miles back, officially marking the end of Ghoulie territory. The road you were on was public, but nobody in their right mind would take it unless it was necessary. The only reason you were on it now was because this was the road your dad had been on with your little brother two days ago. He'd been so excited to go on a supply run with your dad, you hadn't been able to tell him no. And now they had both disappeared. Dropped off the radar the day befor. You tried to keep your thoughts calm as you and Sweet Pea simultaneously slowed down to round a sharp curve in the road. You grimaced as your jean clad knee grazed the pavement before your bike righted. Ahead of you, Sweet Pea glanced back to make sure you were okay before suddenly slowing and turning his bike sharply. You slowed almost to a stop.

'See something,' he signed, prompting you to turn your bike around as well. You followed him to just before the curve where a patch of bushes had been run flat and tire marks scorched a small portion of the road. You hadn't seen it at all coming from the other direction, and it would have been easy to miss entirely. You stopped your bike beside Sweet Pea's, dismounting and removing your helmet as he did the same. You started down into the foliage, flipping your hearing aids on in time to catch the last bit of Pea's sentence.

"..should really wait and call someone." He was saying. You rolled your eyes.

"It took us over two hours to get here, Pea. By the time the others get here it might be too late or there's nothing here, and we would've wasted everyone's time. We're gonna at least go check it out." You heard him sigh heavily behind you before following you off the road and into the shrubs. The undergrowth was flattened out, almost like a path, about twenty feet ahead. At the end, it split in two directions. The path to the left was narrower and more overgrown, and the right path was wide, flat, and seemed to go farther. Sweet Pea spoke first.

"I got right, you go left. If you don't find anything, meet back here in ten. Got it?" You made a small noise of agreement as you headed down your desegnated path.

'Of course Sweet Pea took the easy path,' you thought in slight annoyance.

Ten minutes of weaving around trees and almost falling over multiple times brought you back to the fork in the bushes as you waited for Sweet Pea. Not even a minute later he came up the path, his face set in a hard scowl.

"Hey, what happened, what did you fi-"

"Lets go," he cut you off, grabbing your arm and pulling you back toward the road.

"Sweet Pea! Stop! What did you find? Let go of me!" You struggled against his grip, but couldn't get out of it. He was a lot stronger than you, and he was dead set on getting you to the road. You twisted suddenly and managed to slip your arm through his hold. You turned and darted back down the path.

"Y/n!" You heard Sweet Pea chasing after you, encouraging you to run faster. The path suddenly dropped off to a shallow cliff with a ravine at the bottom.

You froze as you took in the scene below you. On the floor below you was your dads jacket, three bloody holes through the back. And that was your dad.

Sweet Pea caught up to you just as you hit your knees. He knelt down beside you and pulled you against him. You gripped his jacket as sobs racked your body. You were never close to your dad, but you'd just seen his body, literally dead in a ditch. You were in shock.

"Hey, sweetheart, this is why I didn't want you to see this." Pea soothed. "And I'm sorry you did. We should call the others, get back home." You shook your head, wiping the tears from your face and standing up.

"No. We need to find him." Sweet Pea gave you a sad look, which you ignored. "His body isn't here, he might be hiding, or maybe he tried walking back, or-"

"Y/n," Pea tried, but you ignored him. You had already started down the shallow cliff, and he knew you weren't gonna drop this. If your brother wasn't alive, then like hell you were gonna stop looking.

"I'm gonna call Toni and Fangs, okay? Hopefully they're gonna bring some people to come get your dad." You gave an absent 'okay' as you started searching for your brother, keeping well away from your dads body.

Once Sweet Pea was done calling your friends he joined you, albeit halfheartedly. He knew you were desperate to find him, but he also knew that you weren't going to. Whoever had killed your dad had either killed your brother too, or taken him. But he knew he wouldn't be able to get you to stop, so he joined you. Fangs and Toni were stuck in some meeting set up by the mayor in an attempt to fix the relationship between the Southside and the Northside, so they wouldn't be able to get there for a while. So for the next four hours, you and Sweet Pea looked for your brother. You had probably covered almost a miles worth of forest around your dads body, even hitting the train tracks at one point.

It was starting to get dark by the time reality hit you. Your brother was gone. Your dad was dead. You couldn't protect anyone anymore. You stared blankly at the tree in front of you before tears started rolling down your cheeks. Emotions bubbled up inside you. Anger, frustration, sadness, rage. You let out a scream as your fists hit the rough bark of the tree. You hit it over and over again. Scream, hit, breath, scream, hit, breath. You felt warm blood run down your fingers, felt the bones in your hands shift uncomfortably, but you didnt feel any real pain, so you continued. A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you away from the now bloody tree, and holding you as you thrashed against him.

"Let me go!" You demanded, voice slightly warped by tears. "Sweet Pea I swear, let me go right now!"

"Shhh, it's okay. It's gonna be okay," Sweet Pea held you as you slowly lowered your arms, and he felt your body relax. Your angry breathing was replaced by soft crying.

"It's my fault, Pea. I let him go. It's my fault." He shook his head.

"No, it's not. Come on, let's go get you cleaned up. The others should be here soon."

He held onto you the entire way up to your bikes. Making you sit on yours, he rummaged through your saddlebag until he found a water bottle and some bandannas.

"Can I use these?" He held up the old cloth and you nodded. He gently grabbed your right hand and you hissed. You hadn't realized how badly you'd hurt yourself until now. He tried to be careful as he rinsed off your injuries and wrapped the makeshift bandages around your hands. He finished just as a group of motorcycles and a few cars came around the bend in the road, stopping near you. Sweet Pea went to talk to them, leaving you to sit on your bike.

You felt numb. Your little brother was gone, your dad was dead. That officially made you an orphan. You grimaced at the thought. You were almost seventeen, so at least you'd be able to take care of your brother. If you ever found him. You were snapped out of your train of negative thoughts by Sweet Pea gently placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Wanna go home?" You nodded quickly, reaching for your helmet but stopping as you realized you couldn't pick it up, much less put it on. Sweet Pea offered you a soft smile, picking up your helmet and securing it to your head. He nodded toward his bike, and you understood. Following him over to it, you sat down behind him and gingerly placed your hands around his torso as he started the bike. A few minutes later and you were headed back to the Southside of Riverdale.

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The ride home was quite. Sweet Pea stopped at the first gas station he found to fuel up and grab some food. He persuaded you to eat a small granola bar and drink some water, then got back on the road. It was dark by the time you got back to the trailer park. The first thing Sweet Pea did was get the emergency kit from under the sink and clean out your hands. With the light from the trailer, you could actually see how bad it was. The skin along your knuckles was split open, and the surrounding skin was mottled with blood. Once Sweet Pea had washed the blood away, you could see dark bruises beginning to form around the cuts. He held your wrists as he poured hydrogen peroxide over your hands, which made you hiss and try to pull away.

"Almost done." He murmured quietly. It only took him a few more minutes to wrap up your hands and help you get out of your dirty clothes. Once you were washed up and ready, Sweet Pea helped you to bed. He adjusted the heat in your trailer before he pulled the covers up around your shoulders. He started toward the door, but you called out to him.

"Sweets?"

"Yeah babydoll?" He turned back.

"I don't wanna be alone."

He smiled softly and you couldn't quite understand his expression. He gently shut the door to your room and walked toward the bed. He sat on the edge of it and took off his boots before standing and removing his jacket. He stripped down to his tee shirt and boxers, then crawled into bed next to you. Weapping his arm around your waist, he gently pulled you into him. You let out a small sigh as you began to drift off. Your last conscious thought was how good Sweet Pea smelled. You must have said that out loud, because you fell asleep to the sound of him chuckling.

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Sweet Pea helped you get ready the next morning. Shower, brushing your hair, getting dressed. You felt completely overwhelmed not knowing what to do or how to find your brother, and you voiced your concerns to Sweet Pea during breakfast.

"Well, what can you do?" He asked, pouring milk into your bowl of cereal.

"Tell Jughead I'm a Serpent," you responded immediately. "I feel so bad that I haven't told him. He's my best friend, and he still has no idea. If I can't help find my brother, telling Jug about that is something I can do."

Sweet Pea nodded, finishing his cereal and taking his bowl to the sink.

"I'll take you if you wanna go see him. But we've also gotta go by the Wyrm later. They wanna know if you've got any idea who killed your dad." You laughed humorlessly.

"Of course I do. You do too; everyone does. The question is, are they gonna do something about it." Sweet Pea nodded, drying his dishes then coming back for yours.

"Whenever you're ready to go."

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You texted Jughead, and he said he could meet at Pops at noon. At eleven forty five, Sweets drove you across the tracks to the diner.

You dismounted the bike, turning to Sweet Pea for help with your helmet. He unfastened it and secured it to his bike before laughing at your messed up hair.

"Just fix it please," you rolled your eyes but your tone betrayed your humor. He ran his hands through your hair, smoothing it out.

"Good luck." He said seriously. "I'm gonna be at the Wyrm. Just call me when you're done and I'll come get you, okay?" You nodded.

"Okay."

He leaned up and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you blush slightly. He grinned.

"See you later, babydoll."

You shook your head as he started his bike and drove off. Turning toward the front door of Pops, you took a deep breath. You gently shoved your hands into the pockets of your oversized jacket and stepped inside.

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itsmetheultimateprincess-blog · 5 years ago

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Jail Time - Ishimondo Fanfic

It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Just the first time it had escalated to this point. Over the course of their growing friendship, others in Hope’s Peak Academy had not only expressed an obvious dislike for the large biker gang leader but also for his new hardass counterpart. The sneers and whispers had only been growing louder as the two walked across campus together.

“Watch it jackass! One more word outta any of the lot of ya and my fist is going up someone’s a-”

“M-Mondo, language please, you know how I feel. Use it at home to your discretion but tone it down when we’re at the academy!”

The smaller boy snagged the biker’s sleeve and tugged it back. He didn’t appreciate the newfound attention as much as he knew Mondo didn’t either, but nothing was worth either of them landing themselves in detention for something that clearly could be avoided. Mondo cleared his throat and stepped back from the group of Reserve Course students now walking away and snickering amongst themselves.

“I know Ishi I just have such a hard time lettin people speak ‘bout you like that, ‘specially cuz it’s only cuz you’re hangin around with me of all the other damn Ultimates.”

He twirled his pointer finger around the loose black hairs at the bottom of his meticulously styled pompadour as a nervous twitch, tugging his own sleeve back from the raven-haired boy. He was gracious that the man cared enough for him to try and calm him in situations like these where his emotions tended to get the better of him.

“Mondo we’ve talked to you about this, Daiya and I both. Our friendship is nobody else’s business. Our other friends approve of us working together and what matters is so do we. I’ve really been enjoying your company as of lately.”

Taka hummed quietly as he grabbed the brunette’s sleeve again, but more gently this time as they finished making their way to their home ec class. They took their respective places on opposite sides of the room next to their partners, Taka with Chihiro and Mondo with Leon. Mondo bit the inside of his cheek as he watched Taka tie the pink and ruffled apron over his pristine uniform. The way the garment clung to the smaller boy’s frame while also making him look delectably cute made Mondo want to be so much more than close friends. Alas, if they were getting this much backlash for being friends, he couldn’t imagine the turmoil that would come from the two of them opening up about being in a relationship if it were to ever come to that. Mondo tore his gaze away from the boy and tried to focus on not screwing up the confection in front of him.

“So when are you and Rule Book gonna fuck?”

Mondo nearly spilled half of the box of sugar into the mixture as he choked on his spit, blushing slightly as the red-headed punk snickered into his hand.

“It’s not like that Leon shut it.”

He mumbled but he knew the other had seen the blush on his face. He looked back over to see Taka gleaming cheerfully at his creation as Chihiro decorated with finely detailed delicacy. Mondo smiled fondly and placed his own monstrosity in the oven, preparing himself for a failing grade. Not that it would be a surprise to him, the biker had been used to barely skating by for years on end, school work not being something he entirely thought would ever be of use to him or his talent. However, as of late and due to his blossoming friendship, Mondo’s grades had begun to raise. The strict man never forced Mondo to do his work, but if they happened to be hanging out while Taka was working on something, Mondo would be reflex also try his best to figure it out. It was a small change but albeit a welcome one, not only from the teachers and Mr. Kirigiri but from Daiya as well.

“Earth to Oowada...the cake is done hotshot, c’mon man it’s gonna burn in the-”

“Then you fucking get it! Why the hell do I have to do everything Kuwata?!”

Mondo snapped at him and threw down the oven mitt, storming out of the classroom. He was done with this shit. The next person to so much at glance at him incorrectly was in for the beating of their life. He decided to just take the rest of the day off to “work of his talent”, grateful that this was allowed for the ultimate in the academy. He walked out of the front doors and started walking to where he parked his bike, figuring he could just drive to Daiya and help him work on bikes for the rest of the afternoon. He hopped on and sped as fast as he could down the road. After he had some time to cool down he figured he’d stop at his favorite diner to bring lunch home for his brother. After walking in he immediately spotted the familiar face.

“Kuzuryu! The hell you doing here? It’s the middle of class time.”

Mondo slipped into the booth across from him, the waitress immediately placing a coffee in front of him. He ordered a burger for himself and a cheesesteak to be wrapped to go for Daiya.

“I could say the same for you Mondo, though I’m sure you’re not actually all that surprised to see me here after all. Class isn’t something the two of us really need to be concerned about. Why we both have our own…” he paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, “...personal helpers.”

Mondo’s nose crinkled as he bit into his burger and talked around the food in his mouth.

“The hell you goin on about? I know you have Pekoyama but I don’t have-”

His eyes widened and he swallowed the food in one hard motion, glaring at the Yakuza.

“If you’re talking about Ishimaru you better shut your fucking mouth. It’s not like that.”

Fuyohiko put his hands up in surrender and sipped at his own tea.

“Fuck alright Oowada, I misunderstood so there’s no need to jump down my damn throat about it. But that does mean this conversation is going to a place I never really wanted it to.”

Mondo had abandoned his food at this point, his heart beating faster and steam starting to rise on his body.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means that I don’t approve of your...uh relation with the Ultimate Moral Compass is what I’m getting at. It’s going to bite you in the ass.”

“I’ll show you a bit in the-”

“Mondo!”

The smaller boy slammed his hands on the table and stood up, raising his voice.

“He’s bad for you! He is destroying your image as the Ultimate Biker Gang leader and quite frankly you’re letting Daiya down! None of us wanted him to retire and we were all afraid of how you were going to do and now several of your members think you’ve gone soft! God Mondo, he’s not worth it. He’s weak, fragile, and honestly would probably rat any number of us out to the police if he knew what we really got up to, and for what just a quick fuc-”

Mondo’s fist connecting with his jaw cut Fuyohiko off. He spun around and immediately spit out blood onto the checkered floor.

“Oh fuck off Mondo I-”

He was cut off again as Mondo grabbed his collar and began to repeatedly pound into him as hard as he could.

“Don’t you fucking dare speak about him like that! You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about!!”

Mondo only stopped when he felt a pair of big arms on his shoulders. He whipped around and swung without thinking, his fist grazing the police officers temple.

“Shit…”

The officer managed to wrestle Mondo to the ground and pin him down long enough to cuff his hands behind his back. He called in backup in his walkie talkie on his shoulder for Fuyohiko as he dragged Mondo to his car, roughly shoving him in and slamming the door.

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Mondo sat nursing his bruised cheek as he hung his hands out of the white bars he sat behind. The officer that drug him in was sitting with his feet up on his desk and almost taunting Mondo with his food. It had been about two hours since they had locked him up and he regret not finishing his burger before beating Kuzuryu to a pulp. He called his brother and he hung up with a sigh, saying someone would be there to pick him up soon. Mondo impatiently huffed, almost ready to give a snide comment to the officer before the door buzzed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, preparing to explain himself to Daiya.

“Listen Daiya I-”

“Mondo Oowada what the fuck did you?!”

His eyes flew open as Taka stomped towards him and grabbed his collar through the bars.

“I-Ishi what are you…”

“Don’t! Daiya called me and told me where you were and I...I just left in the middle of class and I... I…”

He was panting heavily as tears welled in his eyes. It broke Mondo’s heart and he immediately raised his hand and cupped Taka’s cheek as gently as he could manage.

“Ishi…”

The boy was crying too hard to pay attention to a word the biker was saying.

“Hey...please...Kiyotaka.”

It was the use of his first name that shook Taka out of his own head. He let go of Mondo’s collar and furiously wiped at his own tears.

“ ‘m sorry...I didn’t mean for you to ruin your image cuz of me. I know how much school n shit means to you I just…”

Taka shook his head and sighed.

“I chose to leave because of Daiya’s call. There was no way I was gonna sit in class and wait to see what happened to you. Now, why the fuck do you look so awful?”

Mondo looked down and he explained the situation at the diner with Fuyohiko and the mishap with the police officer, cringing when he repeated the Yakuza’s words.

“Believe me Kiyo...they don’t mean anything to me...I want you by my side because...I really like having you around me bro.”

He blushed slightly as he saw the same pink color rise to the other’s cheeks.

“I paid your bail, let’s get you out of this hell hole.”

Mondo looked around at his cell and smiled.

“Oh what? This? Jail isn’t so bad, it could be worse.”

Taka actually rolled his eyes but the grin plastered to it was worth it as he stepped aside so the officer could free Mondo.

“Listen, dude...I mean officer…”

Mondo corrected himself as Taka glared at him.

“ ‘m really sorry about hitting you, I really didn’t mean it.”

The officer nodded and handed Taka some paperwork for him to sign.

“You’ve got a real nice boyfriend here...maybe you outta clean your act up to keep him around.”

“No...uh he’s not...he’s…”

Mondo stammered over his words as they said their final goodbyes and walked out of the building.

“Honestly I know you were defending my honor but really Mondo you don’t always have to go to such-”

Mondo cut Taka off by quickly pressing his lips to quiet the smaller boy. He pulled back after the initial peck, not wanting to force anything on the moral compass.

“I know...I’ll try not to blow up as much so you don’t have to leave school to come get me.”

Taka burned a bright red as he tried to calm his beating heart.

“What was...why did you…”

Mondo slipped his hand into the other boy’s and chewed on his lip.

“I know you wrote down you were my boyfriend on the paperwork for the bail. Smart move, Kiyo.”

Taka shuddered slightly and turned to the taller boy.

“C-Can you call me that from now on? I like it better than Ishi.”

Mondo smiled and leaned down to press their lips together once more.

“Sure thing...Kiyo.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #ishimondo #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo oowada #daiya oowada #leon kuwata #chihiro fujisaki #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #peko pekoyama #mr kirigiri #danganronpa fanfiction #fanfiction #goodbye despair #danganronpa 2

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goldenchildkatsuki · 7 years ago

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Red bike, purple Bellflower

Summary: Bakugou and Uraraka go for a somewhat sponteanous roadtrip in the summer.

Writers note: Intially meant for the last day of Kacchako Week 2018. I know it's quite a delay. But here it is. This is probably one of my all time favorite stories I have ever written.

I recommened listening to "Idle Town" by Conan Gray when reading this.

Word count: 8.080

Beta reader: @kittychako

AO3 link: (x)

She felt the warm concrete making an imprint on her thighs. She lifted her heels and put her hands under her thighs, protecting them from the gravel. Whipping from one side to another she watched a few cars pass by. A red car, a grey car. Most of the cars stacked with families, slouched down in their seats fanning themselves.

An occasional cooling breeze greeted her, blowing across her neck and shoulders. One of two things that made it bearable to stay outside for longer than a couple of minutes on one of the hottest day in July. Trying to ignore the heat and to kill time, she thought of how it would be if she could drive.

If she would be willing to sweat for hours to go spend a day at an amusement park or zoo, if she could forget about the heat while listening to her favorite cd’s, how many times would she have to tell Bakugou to not put his feet on the dashboard.

Uraraka couldn’t wait to go places with Bakugou. Further than they’d gone before, much further than how far they would go today.

To her relief she heard a bell in the distance. A boy standing on his bike, pedaling like he was the frontrunner in a race. His bike swayed dangerously from left to right. She squinted her eyes to look at him and stood up when he was less than a couple of meters away from her.

The boy hit the brakes and almost fell forwards over his bike. He adjusted himself and sat back down, wide legs and a tight grip on the handle bars.

“You coming?”

“Yeah.”

All Bakugou had told her over the phone was that he wanted to see her, if it was alright and that he would be at hers as fast as he could be. Uraraka had learned from past experiences that it meant they were going somewhere. He wanted to be away from whatever was bothering him, and he wanted her with him. Sitting on the back of his bike, her arms wrapped around his waist, telling him where to turn and where to stop.

She had asked to pause it all, suggesting sitting down and talking, facing the problem head on, but he had practically begged her to let him keep the pace of life. Bakugou preferred to keep his world spinning, hope for the best in a few hours, who knew what that could do.

And what was so wrong with fleeing? He guaranteed her he would’ve been worse off staying at home, where most of his problems originated. She didn’t know how true that was. It was well known that Bakugou had an uniquely short fuse and acted on his emotions so quickly sometimes it was scary. But if he would rather remove himself from the situation then lash out than the situation must’ve been so bad, the possible reaction he could have had, even scared him.

So Uraraka let him be. After one question. The same question she always asked.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Nah.”

“Okay.”

She walked up to him and took his face in her hands. She pecked him on his lips and let her thumb rest on his bottom lip, her eyes full of sympathy meeting his stern ones. She smiled at him, in an attempt to soften his expression. Even though he was physically not in a bad environment anymore, it didn’t mean his head had traveled with him.

She kissed his upper lip. “Let’s go.”

He nodded and he put his right foot on the pedal, leaning to one side so Uraraka could easily climb on. He looked back, waiting for her to make herself comfortable. When she wrapped her arms around his waist he pushed the bike forward and started pedaling, biking out the street.

“Did you greet your folks for me?” Bakugou asked.

“Yeah, they really wanted to see you.”

“I’ll actually stop by and come in soon.”

“They would love that.” Uraraka smiled at his back.

His t-shirt was sticking to him, which was to be expected from someone who’d essentially traveled across town in an incredibly short amount of time. She felt more happy for him than for them both when the wind blew by again. Now that he didn’t feel the need to rush so much and that he’d physically cooled down he would probably start becoming more talkactive.

It wasn’t rare to spend the first few blocks in silence. Uraraka had tried to keep talking to him, to keep him in the moment but every time she did that his answers were short and dry. So, she decided, that it was best, like in this whole situation in general, to leave him be and to let him do as he pleased.

At the first stoplight they had to wait at, Uraraka could tell he was more at ease and his head had caught up with his body. He took her hand that was resting on his stomach and looked over his shoulder at her.

“Your hair looks good today.”

“Thanks! They’re called space buns!”

“Weird name. But it suits you.”

“Thank you, that’s sweet! It’s been the first time they have held up for more than a couple of hours.” With her free hand she felt at the buns on top of her head.

The heat had been a good opportunity to experiment with updo hairstyles. At first it wasn’t as fun as she thought it would be. Now that her hair was longer she had been fighting with knots constantly. She was so jealous of Bakugou, who had recently gotten an undercut, also not being able to bear the heat.

Uraraka used to call Bakugou over, to watch her try new hairstyles because it was an unexpectedly boring process. He would laugh at her getting her fingers stuck in her hair and he would boast about how he was enjoying his new cut and how glad he was he didn’t grow his hair out like she did.

“I also like it when you braid your hair, you should do that more often. I could even do it for you.”

“Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t even know how to put my hair in a ponytail.”

“Shut up, it wasn’t even that fucking bad!”

He squeezed his knuckles against her fingers and she yelped. Uraraka poked his side as he couldn’t stop cackling. The car behind them honked, basically telling them to fool around somewhere else.

Bakugou cursed under his breath and put both of his hands on the handlebars, biking away as fast as he could. They zoomed past parked cars and flew over speedbumps, Uraraka gripping his shirt tightly every time she got launched off her seat.

When they were getting close to leaving their town he started slowing down.

“Hey. Where do you want to go?” Bakugou asked.

Uraraka looked around her, not knowing exactly where they were because she’d her eyes squeezed shut for most of the fast paced journey. Bakugou came to a halt before the big city sign that told them goodbye and hoped they would come back soon.

Uraraka winced as she wanted to jump of the carrier, legs sticking to the metal. She stumbled of the back of the bike and rubbed the back of her legs. She didn’t have to look at them for her to know that they were fiery red.

“What happened to that pillow I requested weeks ago?”

Bakugou laid down his bike next to where a cornfield began. “Sorry, I don’t speak ‘whiny baby’.”

Uraraka crossed her arms and repeated his words back to him in a mocking tone of voice, exaggerating every movement in her face.

“It wasn’t even that bad.” Bakugou approached her.

Uraraka took a few steps back and mocked him again.

“Don’t be like that!”

“Don’t be like that.”

“You’re proving my point!”

“You’re proving my point.”

Uraraka could barely hold up the act and had already started laughing in between syllables. She knew it was childish of her, but it was one of the few things that could actually stop Bakugou from sassing her from hours without end. He could get really agitated when she did that, but she knew he could take it and secretly found it at least a little bit funny.

“You little…” Bakugou stretched his arms out as he came closer; she could tell he was trying his hardest to act menacing by forcibly trying to keep the corner of his mouth down. He tried to grab her but Uraraka ducked just in time and popped up behind him, sticking her tongue out at him. As he turned around she started running away from him. Bakugou finally allowed himself to smile and started chasing her. She ran circles in the empty road, the circles getting smaller and Bakugou getting closer to get her with every lap she ran.

Her lungs felt small when laughing and panting. She enjoyed that a lot. With Bakugou, everything felt small. She felt small, her worries felt small, the world felt small. A lot of the time it truly felt like it was just the two of them. Maybe because nothing else mattered, nothing was more important than having him with her, wholeheartedly laugh like that, goofing around. It was something else, how his happiness, even if it wasn’t fully genuine, made everything else trivial.

It was the little things like this that made her think and appreciate him more. And it was things like this that easily caught her off guard.

Bakugou threw his arms around her waist and lifted her of the ground. She kicked her feet in protest and tried to wiggle free. He turned her around and threw her over his shoulder, which he often liked to do when he thought Uraraka was acting up. He waited for her to settle down and catch her breathe before getting back on topic.

“So, where do you want to go?” he asked ever so cocky.

Uraraka wasn’t ready to hand him the satisfaction that he handled her and attempt to mock him one last time, but before she could even finish her sentence Bakugou dropped her dangerously low to the concrete. She screamed and stretched her hands out, fingers barely grazing the ground. Now seeing the point in acting a bit more serious and letting Bakugou have that satisfaction she was ready to give him a proper answer.

“You’ll have to put me down first before I answer.”

Bakugou hung her even closer to the ground.

“Properly. Don’t leave me in a headstand. You know what happened last time.”

“Oh don’t start! I could barely see the fucking gash!”

As if Bakugou felt her glaring at his calves he towed her back over his shoulder and carefully put her back down.

“I want to go to the beach.”

Bakugou jerked his head backwards and raised his eyebrows.

“You see, I wanted to go to the beach so bad but my parents can’t seem to make time and I know it’s not their fault and I’m stupid for telling you this because it’s just a stupid craving I have, but you asked me where I wanted to go so I thought-“

Bakugou was trying hard to follow her rambling. He seemed to be thinking at the same time, rubbing his chin as he let her ramble on.

“-Right, let’s go.” he eventually interrupted her.

He walked over to his bike and pulled it from the dry soil.

Uraraka repeated his words in her head to make sure that she’d heard him correctly.

“Wait, are you serious? Bakugou, it’s already forty minutes away with a car!”

He wiped the sand dust of his handlebars and the carrier and sat down on the saddle. “Well, that’s my fault for letting you decide where we should go.”

Surely he was joking. She was waiting for him to crack up and suggest to go to their usual spot at the riverbank. He drummed with his fingers on the handlebars, seemingly impatient.

Why wasn’t he laughing yet?

“But we’ve never been out of town together before,” Uraraka blurted out, not being able to handle the tension only she seemed to be feeling.

“Fuck this town. I’m sick of it anyways. Now are you coming or what?” He glowered at the sign. Bakugou was sick of a lot of things. It was something he could easily say about the slightest thing that irritated him. Uraraka had made fun of him for that habit as his words lost meaning. But this time his voice sounded so bitter, the words fueled by genuine hate.

He wanted to get away so badly.

Who knew exactly what from. But that shouldn’t be important to her right now. Uraraka was always prepared to go along with him, as long as he safely took her back. She would sit on the back of his bike even if he rode a lap around the world, as long as they would end up in front of her gate.

It might take them the whole evening to get back and her parents wouldn’t hesitate to ground her. But it was the beach after all and Bakugou needed her.

“Of course I’m coming.”

Bakugou started pedaling, Uraraka jogging behind him and jumping on after he gained enough pace. They passed the border and his slowly shoulders dropped, his back muscles relaxed. With her hands on she properly noticed his stomach rise and fall. She wondered if this was the first time he was able to breathe properly in some time. His breath obviously being in his chest the whole time. Bakugou gradually started to slow down.

“It would be a shame to let this fly, wouldn’t it?”

Uraraka couldn’t help but romanticize the plain landscapes that were ahead of them. She rarely got out of the city, there was no reason for her to. Everything she needed was back there, entertainment, education, comfort and love. And if she went outside of the city, they drove so fast she barely noticed anything changing. Finally she could take in the fields that had turned gold too early for this time of year, stretching out as far as they eye could see. An occasional barn with silver silos that scratched the sky would interrupt the repetitive scenery.

“Do you think farmers ever get bored here?” she whispered as if the farmers were listening in from afar.

“Nah. They probably got a shit ton of money, and it’s pretty hard to get bored with that.”

“What about lonely, do you think they get lonely out here?”

Bakugou didn’t have an immediate answer for that. He had to think so hard his hand went back to his chin, which made the bike swerve to the opposite side of the road.

“Two hands please!”

Still deep in thought he adjusted. In a way it was quite funny how hard he tried to find an answer for trivial questions like that. Uraraka appreciated it though, she knew how silly her questions were but she genuinely wondered and would have much rather have him contemplate with her than laugh.

“Well, they have animals,” was the best Bakugou could come up with.

Uraraka stayed silent and nodded in agreement. She listened to the collectable All Might baseball card rattling in the spokes of his bike and the crickets chirping at them.

“Uraraka,” Bakugou said after they’d advanced what felt like a couple of miles.

“Take my phone because I have no fucking clue where we’re actually going.”

Uraraka did what he asked her too and unlocked his phone and bringing up the map. She zoomed out and saw they weren’t going to reach the beach anytime soon, but they were approaching a small township. A town with barely three hundred citizens and where people from her town only go to fuel their car for a bargain. If she remembered the journey by car correctly than they’ve actually traveled more than a couple of miles.

Bakugou stopped peddling and left the wheels spinning. He poked his nose over his shoulder, trying to take a glance at the map.

“You’re lucky we’ve been the only ones on the road so far,” Uraraka said under her breathe.

Bakugou looked back at the road as fast as he could then tried to take another peek at the phone on Uraraka’s lap.

“We’re still miles away from the beach. But we are getting close to a town.” Uraraka sighed. Looking at the map had discouraged her, she knew from the start it was an unrealistic journey but she had been hopeful still and excited nonetheless.

“Don’t you dare get discouraged Pink Cheeks,” he yelled back at her. He faced the road again and started pedaling again.

“Those miles mean fuck all. Trust me, we’ll get there.”

He lifted himself from his seat and leaned forward, adding even more momentum. Uraraka chose not to go into discussion with him. She couldn’t decide if it was a sweet gesture or not, if he really wanted to take her to the beach or if he just wanted to get as far away from everything as possible. Deep down she knew it was probably right to ask him if he perhaps felt like talking now, but he would most likely snap and then she wouldn’t know what to do. Because she had never actually seen Bakugou break down before.

It didn’t take them long until they were welcomed by a city sign, considerably smaller but much more genuine than theirs. At first glance the town looked like those towns in Western movies, where the cowboy would have a final standoff with his rival because ‘the town wasn’t big enough for both of them’. Truthfully, she felt like that was exactly what was going on and she and Bakugou were the only ones who didn’t know about it and weren’t hiding in saloons and barns.

The rattling of the baseball card was one of the few noises being made in the town, alongside some creaking and footsteps on the pavement from a few people that had decided to come out into the open. Even after having realized that the town wasn’t actually in hiding, it didn’t feel alive. The way the people dragged their feet along, made it seem like they were also tired of this place.

Livelihood aside, it was a gorgeous farmers town, it was the kind of town you would want to let your kids grow up in. They could safely play on the street, and everyone could look out for them because everyone knew each other. Uraraka’s heart fluttered when she realized it was Bakugou she could see herself living here with, watching their children run around with water guns enjoying the summer heat.

She physically melted at the idea alone. She huddled closer to Bakugou and closed her eyes, making the visions a little bit more vivid. Uraraka hoped he somehow thought about the same thing, that she was also the only person he could picture himself with in the future.

Suddenly Bakugou came to a halt, and would have made her fall backwards if he hadn’t gripped her arm in time.

“Sunglasses. We need those if we’re going to the beach right?”

Uraraka looked in the direction he was facing, on their right was a small gift store that had very rightfully set on making their profit by selling beach supplies, seemingly as this was a route to go the beach. Unfortunately it was the longest one so not a lot of beachgoers actually passed through here. She thought it would definitely make the owner happy if they bought something.

Uraraka got off, her legs luckily a lot less sticky as the weather started to cool down. Bakugou laid his bike on the curb and walked to the display with sunglasses. He picked out two sunglasses, both with a thin frame, one frame colored rose gold and one silver, both of the pairs having colored lenses.

He tucked one pair into the neck of his shirt and walked up to Uraraka, who stuck her hands out for the sunglasses. He held them away from her and put the loose strands of hair framing her face behind her ears. In the clumsiest was possible he tried to put them on her face, pushing Uraraka’s hands away every time she attempted to do it herself.

“I don’t even think we need this by the time we’ll get there, Bakugou.”

“You don’t know that. Anyways, they look really fucking nice on you.”

Uraraka adjusted the sunglasses as soon as she had the chance to. They lenses had made it seem like the town had been drowned in the colors of the setting sun, making her not want to take them off.

“Come on, show them off!” Bakugou teased her.

She twirled around, vogued and blew him a kiss, badly imitating the models she saw in commercials. While it made her laugh it made Bakugou genuinely blush. When Bakugou got flustered he got more frustrated than awkward, the poor boy didn’t know what to do with himself and the only thing he could think of was to aggressively pretend he wasn’t as lovey-dovey as he actually was.

Uraraka decided to help the poor boy out of his misery and took the glasses from the hem of his shirt and smoothly put the sunglasses on his face.

“They look cool on you babe.”

“I make everything look cool.” He modeled the glasses, hands in his pockets, then arms crossed, hip jutted out. God damn it if he didn’t look incredibly handsome with them. He looked so good it almost pissed her off.

Uraraka walked over to the display and gave it a spin, looking for the most ridiculous sunglasses she could find and handed them over to Bakugou. She smirked and put the glasses on the bridge of her nose, peering at him. “Let’s see you try to make these ones look cool.”

He took the handful of sunglasses and tried all of them, looking at himself in the foil mirror in the display. His facial expression was blank but she knew they were thinking the same thing: He really rocked all of them. When he took the last ones off, Uraraka didn’t even bother to say a word, her small smile and puffed up pink cheeks saying enough.

“So, which one should I get?” Bakugou asked as he put the glasses back in the display.

“The first one, obviously!”

“I kinda thought the pineapple shaped ones were cool though.”

“What terrible taste. Get both of them then, I’ll start looking for more supplies.”

As Bakugou went back for the glasses, Uraraka picked out a small beach towel, a beach ball and a postalcard from the town. She was surprised they even had cards, there wasn’t much they could put on them except for farms.

Uraraka walked into the store and immediately got greeted by a lady who was hanging over the counter. She was probably waiting and hunkering for them to come in and actually buy things. Uraraka put the towel, postcard and inflated beach ball on the counter and took her wallet out of her pocket as the cashier was ticking in the prices of the items. She frowned at the wallet, having less cash than she remembered and was about to call Bakugou as he walked in the store with his two sunglasses and two ice cream cones in his hand. How was she even able to overlook the freezer?

“Bakugou, I don’t have much on me right now, how much do you..”

He pulled her glasses off her face and put them with his items on the counter.

“Can I pay by card?” He waved a credit card in front of the cashier.

Uraraka opened her mouth for a second but then closed it and formed a straight line with her lips. She took a few steps away from the counter to give Bakugou space to swipe the card in the machine the cashier had put there.

“Thank you for your purchase, please come back again soon!” The lady waved them goodbye as they walked out the store with their items.

She waited until they were at the bike before speaking up.

“Really Bakugou? Stealing your dad’s credit card?”

He shrugged, threw most of their beach supplies on the ground and sat down on the curb next to his bike.

“I think you know how stupid that was. No matter how angry you may have been, you can’t do that, it’s dangerous to play with money like that.”

It wasn’t hard to make out from his behavior, which seemed indifferent at first glance, that he knew he was completely in the wrong. He couldn’t even lift his head to look at her. He kept unnecessarily fumbling with the tag attached to his sunglasses.

Uraraka still found it hard to be stern and confront him with his out of line behavior. There weren’t a lot of times he did act out of order, or in spite or anger but the times he did, she did feel the need to drop her sympathy and scold him for it. Which always made him feel bad or worse than he already did, but mainly because Uraraka was upset with him.

“Why did you do it?”

“I don’t fucking know, I guess I wanted to fuck up something of theirs, so I went for my old man’s bank account.”

She refrained from overstepping her boundaries and ended the discussion with a compromise.

“You need to buy a lot more than just this to do that but alright, I’ll drop it, but we have to pay him back as soon as we can.”

“We?”

Uraraka sat down next to him. “Yes, because some of this is also mine.” She took an ice cream cone from his hand.

“You thought you were going get away with having mine as well didn’t ya?” she joked in attempt to brighten the mood, assuming that he subconsciously agreed with her.

Bakugou turned to her, still finding it hard to meet her eyes. “We’ll pay him back. I’m sorry.”

Uraraka shifted closer to him and started taking of the wrapping paper of her cone. “Though I do accept your apology, you know I’m not the one you should apologize to.” Bakugou nodded and with a single hard tug he tore the tag of the sunglasses with the colored lenses and put them on. Uraraka copied him and put her head on his shoulder.

Even though Uraraka’s scolding was appropriate she was still worried of somehow pushing Bakugou closer to his breaking point. As she enjoyed her ice cream she tried to figure out what he could be thinking about in that moment.

“Hey, Uraraka,” Bakugou asked as he pulled the last bit of paper of his cone.

She slightly perked up and turned her head towards him.

With knitted brows he stared at the cone, he turned it around and inspected it even bringing it closer to his face. Uraraka carefully waited for him elaborate, but he continued inspecting it, audibly sniffing at the ice cream.

“Is it me or does this smell weird?” Bakugou turned the cone towards her. She looked at her own ice cream before hesitantly leaning in to smell his. Right before she could pull back he pushed the ice cream against the tip of her nose. Slowly she leaned back and glared at him.

No need to worry, he was himself again.

Bakugou bursted into uncontrollable laughter, practically rolling around on the curb. Uraraka wiped the cream off her nose as Bakugou was wiping away tears. She saw her opportunity when Bakugou had his eyes closed and pressed her cone against his nose. Immediately he opened his eyes and froze.

He pointed his cone at her. “You’ve started a war Pink Cheeks.”

Uraraka laughed and threw herself on him, trying to avoid the war. She wrapped her arms around Bakugou and kissed the cream off his nose.

“Don’t start acting all cute now!” he struggled to get his words out. She continued to leave little kisses on his nose. Bakugou pretended to put up a fight but mostly allowed her to shower him affection.

“Hold on.” He abruptly stopped her. Licking his thumb, he rubbed away a dried spot of cream. Afterwards he left a quick kiss on her nose. “You didn’t even properly clean yourself up.”

Uraraka rubbed around her nose with her index fingers. “Better?”

“Better.”

After they’ve finished their ice cream, Bakugou went back in the shop and got a bottle of water for the road and they continued their journey. Uraraka had folded up the towel and put it under the carrier bands, creating a comfortable pillow for herself. Attempting to keep herself from falling over backwards she held the spout of the beachball with two hands and tried to blow it up.

The air had turned brisk, the sun set low, making their newly bought shades meaningless, already. It made her wonder about the time, she had her phone with her, but she hadn’t bothered checking the it ever since she had to look on the map on Bakugou’s own one. She was starting to get anxious again, realizing how ridiculous the adventure was. They were both ignoring the serious doubts that had undeniably been pushed back. But considering how fast Bakugou was paddling and how she was blowing up the beachball in the first place, they still intended to get there, so maybe they actually would.

“Stop here!”

Bakugou braked and Uraraka jumped off the back, running towards a flowerbed in front of what seemed to be a people’s home at the edge of the township. She squatted down and gently took the petals of the flowers between her fingers. The petals of the purple bellflowers felt crispy and started turning brown. Uraraka looked up directly at the face of an old woman in a rocking chair in front of big window with white, wooden frames, beautiful dressed with carvings of flowers growing around them. She smiled at Uraraka and the flowers. It upset her.

For not having been in the town for long, she had immediately fallen in love with it. The desire to end up here grew greater, seeing the lady smile at her favorite flower. That could be her one day, rocking in that chair, preferably with Bakugou next to her, rocking alongside her, holding her hand. Call her superstitious, over empathic, heart-struck, a dreamer but the flowers were a sign.

“What’s up?”

“We need to promise.”

“Promise what?”

“Promise to come back. Can’t you see this is a sign to come back here one day?”

Bakugou sighed and stepped of his bike and didn’t answer her question.

“It may sound stupid, but I feel like if we care for them, if we nurture them, it’s like a promise to one day return. It’s like showing that we care, that we’re not just cruising through like everyone else.”

Bakugou squatted down next to her. “First of all, it is stupid.”

Uraraka frowned at him.

“But obviously it’s not stupid to you, so it’s whatever.” He handed her the last bit of his bottled water. Uraraka’s face lit up, she eagerly unscrewed the cap and showered the flowers with water.

Bakugou took a look at the woman window and then carefully watched Uraraka care for the flowers. “You really fucking like this town, don’t you?”

“I really do. Don’t you?” She cheerfully asked him as she shook the bottle around to get out the last drops.

Bakugou only replied with a huff and stepped back on his bike, leaning to the right for Uraraka to get on. She had a satisfied smile on her face and continued to keep it as the rode away, smile only getting bigger when seeing the old woman in the window wave them goodbye.

“No more stops alright?” Bakugou had said, twenty minutes before Uraraka had made them stop again by force, by unexpectedly jumping off the bike.

“The fuck are you doing, are you trying to fucking hurt yourself?!” Bakugou barked at her. He made a sharp turn and met Uraraka who stood in front of a small, old circus tent, propped up in the middle of nowhere.

Uraraka’s jaw dropped and she looked back at Bakugou expecting the same reaction. Instead he had a disappointed look on his face and folded his arms, his stance supporting his stern words.

“Uraraka, the sun is fucking setting, we’re not doing this.”

She pouted at him.

“No fucking way, I really thought we would get to the beach before it got dark.”

She folded her hands.

“Your parent’s are going to fucking kill me if I get you home after ten.”

She desperately bit her lip.

“Especially your mom, she’s fucking ruthless.”

She jumped from one foot to another.

“I fucking hate you, okay let’s go.”

Uraraka let out a cheer and took Bakugou’s arm, dragging him in the purple and cream striped tent. The inside of the tent was decorated with fairy lights and Persian rugs. The tiny place was crowded with all kinds of ornaments and old lamps in all shapes in sizes, some of them lit. In the center sat a woman at a table draped with a dark red, velvet table cover. The woman was dressed in a beautiful veil, that only revealed a few dark curls and a set of dark and focused eyes. Not noticing the two kids that have wandered in she continued to shuffle a deck of cards until they came close to her table.

“We’re definitely getting cursed or some shit,” Bakugou hissed. Uraraka stomped on his foot and tried to get in the field of vision of the woman. When Uraraka had to come to close for her comfort the woman stopped and in a swift movement spread the cards out on the table in a bow like formation.

She tucked the veil behind her ears and showed her face. Like Uraraka expected she was an elder, having visible wrinkles around her nose and mouth. Her face was heavy with make-up, her eyelids apple green, her thin lips, lined with a dark liner and her cheek bones colored with a pink blush.

With a simple gesture she offered them both a seat. Uraraka felt her heart racing as she made herself as comfortable as she could get at the table. She corrected Bakugou’s posture who immediately slouched the minute he sat down. He was always being dragged into her fascinations and interests that he wasn’t particularly fond of, debatably, going to see a fortune teller was one of the ‘strangest’ things he had to sit through, but he had surely gotten used to it. He genuinely wouldn’t have been with her if his interest wasn’t at least a little bit prickled In the first place.

“What can I do for you darlings?” she asked after a minute of silence went by. Uraraka immediately got thrown off by her accent, not being able to place it. She didn’t sound like she was of Japanese origin, which made her whole existence even more interesting.

“What can you actually do for us?” Bakugou asked.

The woman laughed and picked up her cards tidied her deck. “I can do a lot love, I can tell you about the stars and the universe, I can tell you about other worlds, but what I’m really good at is telling you more about you.”

“Let’s start small, can you tell us more about ourselves? With those cards maybe?” Uraraka pointed at the them.

Again, the woman laughed. Uraraka and Bakugou shot each other a quick look.

“Of course I can, Doll Face, these cards can tell you exactly what has been, what is and what’s yet to come.”

The woman collected the cards, asked for Uraraka’s hand which she held in both hands. “Thank you for allowing me to borrow you energy Doll Face. My name’s Elina, and when you’re ready I’m going to start your reading.”

Bakugou let out a soft groan, which led to a kick under the table. Uraraka vigorously nodded at Elina and the reading began. First, she was asked to lay her hand on the deck of cards and close her eyes, having to send all her energy towards the cards. When Uraraka felt she had done so, she gave Elina a sign and she then shuffled the cards and slapped the first three cards that were on top upside down on the table.

Uraraka anxiously watched the red glossed nail tap on the first card.

“What has been.” Elina turned the first card around.

“What is.” The second card got flipped.

“What’s yet to come.” She revealed the last card.

Uraraka tried to make sense of the pictures she saw but she didn’t have a single clue what they could have meant. She tried not to interpret much, because the second card honestly looked kind of scary and waited for the fortuneteller to take a good look at the cards.

“Don’t let the cards scare you Doll Face, just look at me.” Elina tried not to break eye contact with her whilst she explained what the cards told her, having a reassuring smile on her at all times.

“Your heart is big, almost too big for a child. It has been, it is and always will be larger than most. You love to protect, care and nurture, and are doing that in the most loving way possible, now especially with this boy. How does this sounds to you?”

The two children sat blushing at the table, Bakugou waiting for Uraraka to say something as she was struggling to confirm. Elina took that as an indication to continue and did so.

“For your future, this card is telling me about the weather. A storm after a heatwave, with thunder and lightning, followed by a rain shower. I suspect it has something to do with that boy. But remember, the future card tells everything that’s beyond your control, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t play a part in creating the future.”

Bakugou put his fist on the table. “Bullshit.”

Elina didn’t flinch and continued to talk to Uraraka. “Do you understand what the cards are trying to tell you?”

Uraraka shook her head.

“You do.” Elina hushed.

A second bang followed. “Don’t sell that shitty forecast to her! Read my fucking future and I’ll prove that the cards aren’t saying shit,” Bakugou said.

The reading had struck a chord with him. She didn’t have a clue how he may have interpreted her reading but whatever it may be there was no need for him to act up like that. Before she could excuse her and Bakugou, Elina calmly asked for his hand. Bakugou underwent the exact same procedure, though he was less focused and serious than her. When shuffling and laying down the three cards Elina had lost her smile. Bakugou was completely silent when she went to turn his fist card.

“What has been. What is. What’s yet to come.” The sympathy had left her voice, which sent chills down Uraraka’s spine. Again, she couldn’t figure out what the pictures meant but considering the tension it was something she should probably worry about.

“Oh Love, where does all this anger come from?”

Bakugou stiffened after hearing the question.

“In all three of your cards I can read a lot of emotion. In the past I read a lot of passive aggression. You haven’t been excused for your behavior a lot of times, have you?”

“What the fuck?”

Elina pointed at the card representing the past. “The times you’re not being excused, you flee. You don’t understand other people for not excusing you but you also don’t understand yourself for bearing the emotions that you do, reacting the way that you do.”

The tension had become unbearable, Uraraka held her breath, waiting for the reading of Bakugou’s future card. As Elina held up the last card to him, she felt like she was going to pass out.

“Love, if you don’t recognize the proportion of your emotions, if you don’t learn to express them in a healthy way, this card will be correct. Your future will contain broken homes, in two points in the future. I don’t wish that upon you.” Elina swiped his cards of her table and put them back on the deck, shuffling them again.

Bakugou fists started balling, his breathing becoming louder than the sounds of the shuffled deck. Uraraka prepared herself for loud cursing and cards flying across the room but to her surprise he stood up and walked out the tent.

She had done it now. This was awful. She was supposed to give him comfort but instead she’d dragged him in front of a stranger that deeply insulted him. The fortuneteller was supposed to tell them what pet they were going to get, where they were going to get married, how many children they were going to have. Lighthearted things, the type of things you could gush about with your friends, things you would scribble down somewhere so you could pull up again in the future to see if anything matched.

Not this.

Uraraka stood up, afraid that if she wouldn’t be outside in now and a second he might be gone.

“Learn to love in different ways, Doll Face,” Eline told her before she ran out the tent.

On the side of the road, he stood, looking like a lost child. She ran up to him, immediately apologizing before even getting close to him. Telling him that the reading was wrong, that it was a scam, that it shouldn’t mean anything. She told him anything to convince him that he shouldn’t take it to heart. But her words lost meaning, as the boy was bawling his eyes out, trying to suppress it as much as he could.

Bakugou finally broke and she didn’t know what to do.

They were supposed to be nearing the beach. They were supposed to all smiles.

“I know,” Bakugou sobbed. The exhaustion weighing his body heavy, he took his time to turn around to face her. Uraraka looked at their shoes, knowing that she couldn’t bare seeing his face.

“I know that everything that old hag said made sense. It pisses me off so fucking much.”

At last it started to sink in what Elina had been trying to tell her and what she had essentially been trying to tell herself from the start.

“If what she said was somewhat right, we need to start talking.”

“I don’t want to! And it’s not like I can anyways!” Bakugou desperately yelled at her.

Uraraka jumped, she expected him to say that but she had to stand her ground. She raised her head and looked him straight in his bloodshot eyes.

“Katsuki, this is not the case of ‘not wanting’ to do something. Can’t you see that you have to at this point? You’re hurting yourself by fleeing and holding everything in. I’ve let you off more than enough times, which yes, has been bad on my part, but now I want you to try to talk to me. We’ll start small again, tell me about what happened this afternoon.”

Bakugou covered his face with his arms.

“Ochako, I really fucking can’t,” Bakugou groaned.

“Katsuki.”

Frustrated he dropped his arms and sighed. “I really can’t! Because I don’t understand myself alright?! I just always overreact to the smallest things. Things I know don’t bother me, make me want to fucking scream and punch something. And, I don’t fucking know, my parent’s happen to be really good at bothering me that things that shouldn’t bother me.”

Bakugou looked for more words as Uraraka nodded at him, genuinely been able to follow him.

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I don’t want to react like that, I really fucking don’t. Honestly, it’s damn scary. That’s why I just leave the house, well yeah, because my parents are assholes but mostly because I don’t want to say or do something they’ll take into their fucking graves.”

He still had difficulty finding words, running out of breathe because of how fast he was trying to get his words out and how much he was still crying.

“What do your parents do to you?”

“They can’t stop shitting on me. They complain about everything I do or say. Always talking shit about ‘if say this, I won’t have any friends left’ or ‘if I keep doing this, you’ll get tired of me’. Stupid shit like that.”

Uraraka had no idea about that’s how his parents spoke to him. The times she had been over Bakugou’s parents would sigh or laugh it away when Bakugou acted out of order.

“But what if their words actually did bother you?"

“They shouldn’t! You have no idea how many people have told me the same fucking thing. Drilled that into me, so much that I thought I was meant to be all alone.” He laughed through his tears.

“And I was always fine with it. At least I couldn’t scare anyone away by lashing out if I was alone.”

It’s taken the boy so long to come to this and it shouldn’t have been. It physically hurt to see him laughing away his pain.

“Just because you we’re fine with it doesn’t mean you liked it. It doesn’t mean you liked being told off, it doesn’t mean you liked to feel alone,” Uraraka told him.

“Well, no, but-”

“-You’ve held in all those emotions since, I don’t know how long. Of course they randomly burst out in such an extreme way if you haven’t learned to deal with those emotions properly.”

Uraraka came closer to him and wiped away some of his tears with her fingers.

“That’s whatever but haven’t you heard that hag. I’m gonna end up with broken homes if I don’t figure out how to dial it down a notch. How do I deal with shit that happened years ago? I can’t figure that out in time, by the time I figure it out my parents will be done with me and you’ll long gone.”

“I’m won’t be.”

“Yes, you will.”

Bakugou put both of his hands on her cheeks, his nails dug into her the hairs on the nape of her neck and the skin behind her ears. He brought her face closer to his. “Listen, all of this shit aside, what really fucks me up is the thought of scaring you away. What if you have enough of me coming to pick you up every time I have a tantrum? What if I someday lash out at you?”

He had to try his hardest to try and smile. “I can’t lose you.”

He brought her lips to his and kissed her.

“I want to take you to the beach.”

He squeezed her face tighter and brought her in for another kiss.

“I want to keep our promise and go back to that small, dusty town you like so much. Buy us a house there. Some white picket fence shit.”

He breathed against her lips and mushed her face together for the last kiss. A kiss so desperate as if she was indeed going to leave. A gesture that begged her to stay.

“I want to keep loving you with all that I am.”

Uraraka held on to his wrists and placed her forehead against his. “I’m not going anywhere because we’re going to figure it out, together. But you got to talk to me alright? And you got to start talking to your parents too, got it. Try to at least?”

“Got it.”

“You can still call me and come pick me up if it’s too much, but you have to promise that we’re talking first before going anywhere”

“I promise.”

Uraraka lifted her chin and sealed the promise with a kiss. Bakugou let go of her face and distanced himself from her, taking a few deep breaths before going walking back to his bike and picking it up. He looked at the road ahead of him and turned back to her.

“Is it alright if I take you to the beach another time?”

“That’s alright with me.”

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last christmas || dave hodgman (smut)

word count: 6,433

warnings: smut, protected sex, girl on top, angsty as fuck

author’s note: y’all i literally pounded this out and i hope it’s as good as i think it is lmao. i’m exhausted and proofread most of this, but i apologize for my errors because i may not have caught anything. also, i’m so sorry for taking forever to get out a fic, i’ve just been so busy and i’ve felt like shit, but now that i have a break from school, i can finally get back to posting on scheduled days! anyway, enjoy some dave!

pairing: dave hodgman x reader

holiday masterlist.

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There are many terrible things. One is spilling scorching hot coffee all over yourself while wearing a white shirt. Another is waking up early and not having the time to get ready on a Monday morning. However, perhaps the worst thing is going back to a place that you genuinely hated. A place that held more heartbreak than it did happiness.

For Y/N Y/L/N, that place was her hometown in Northern California. The town she never really liked. She always wanted to get out. She dreamed of leaving for as long as long she could remember. She couldn’t wait for the day she got in the car and drove off, never to look back at the town that held so much angst.

You might be wondering why she holds so much resentment for the town she grew up in. Well, she had pretty good reasons. Her father had died when she was thirteen in a car accident on the bridge that led into the town her family lived in. He was the most important person in her life. The two of them were like two peas in a pod, they understood each other in ways no one else did.

Then he passed and it was like a piece of her went with him. Her once perfect grades took a colossal hit. The straight A’s plummeted to C’s and D’s. The happy smile she always wore died and wasn’t ever seen again. At least not until she met him.

His name was Dave Hodgman. He was a just a boy. Just a boring, hormonal teenage boy. But to her, he was more than just Dave. He was the one who made her smile like she did before losing her father. The grins she wore stretched across her face to her ears. Her eyes sparkled with life unlike they had for the four years she lived without her father.

He made her happy. He brought her back from herself in ways she didn’t think was even possible. Whether it was the way he sang to her as they drove in his car while taking Stella to the park, or the way the way he smiled at her with that beautiful grin every time he saw her. She loved the way he held her hand and stroked her knuckles oh so gently with the rough pad of thumb.

Whenever he muttered the three words, that he was the first one to say, her heart did a backflip and butterflies flew around in her tummy. He was this ball of light and happiness she’d needed for so long. And she loved him unlike she could have ever imagined.

When you fall in love with someone, it’s a dangerous game. You put so much trust in them that you’ll fall and they’ll catch you, holding you safely in their arms, never to let go. She thought that was what happened with him, but that was before the breakup.

“Just say it, Dave.” She mumbled almost inaudibly, looking at her hands, sitting in the passenger’s seat next to said boy. The light from the street lamps poured into the car, the light shining over her soft skin.

They’d just gotten back to her house from a date at the movie theater. The car was parked in the driveway, right behind her own car. She noticed

how quiet he was, how he didn’t smile like he did a week ago. He didn’t kiss her the same way. His lips were weak against hers.

She knew why he wasn’t the same. That was probably was hurt the most. It was because he fell in love with someone else. Someone else took his attention, captured his heart. It was that girl he met at the left from Friday night. Aubrey, was her name.

Y/N wasn’t stupid. She noticed that Dave kept looking back at the blonde girl he’d only just met, their eyes were on each other all night. He basically ignored his girlfriend when he saw Aubrey walk into the theater. He was pulling away and it hurt like hell.

“Say what?”

She finally looked at him, not having looked into his wonderful eyes all night. He turned his head to look back at her, the tears pooling in her eyes noticeable because of the dim light. “Break up with me already.” She shook her head.

“What do you mean? Why would I do that?”

She scoffed. “Because I’m not Aubrey!” Her quiet voice grew intense and angry, her chest aching with a pain similar to what she felt everyday after father died. “You don’t look at me like how you were looking at her all night anymore. You don’t light up when I walked into the room like you used. You don’t kiss me the same. You don’t blush when you see me anymore.”

Her vision was blurry, her tears warm as they slid down her cheek. The liquid left streaks in her face makeup, her mascara was flaking around her eyes. “You don’t love me anymore, Dave.” Her fragile voice broke, a sniffle following soon after.

“Why would you say that? Of course I love you.”

“I’m saying it because you don’t feel the same. You might love me, but you’re not in love with me.” She swallowed, looking back to her hands. “I don’t know how you fell for her so quickly or if you ever even really fell in love with me. I mean, you just abandoned your feelings for me so suddenly, I don’t if you ever loved me like I loved you.”

Dave‘s face softened as he began shaking his head. “Y/N, I-”

“Don’t. Just, please, don’t. Just break up with me now and get it over with. We both know it’s bound to come.”

He was silent as he looked down to his jeans, his hand smoothing over the rough material. He glanced back up at her with a sorrowful expression. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s the thing, Dave.” She breathed out, her eyes burning with hot tears. “You’re not.”

It’s been over a year since that night and she could still feel that dull ache that lived in her hollow chest. She hadn’t spoken to him since that night, she hadn’t looked at him. She avoided him entirely. It was easier on her heart that way.

Instead of letting herself fall into this downward spiral, she kept herself together. She used all her anger and became stronger than what she used to be. She maintained her grades, she got into going to the gym, finding a way to channel her emotions from the breakup. She was better than she’d ever been, but she wished it was under different circumstances.

After high school, she left her hometown and went to college out of state. She was happy being in a new place, but there was always that constant ounce of pain radiating from her heart. The pain of losing all she’d ever truly loved.

The intensity of how it felt grew as soon as she drove past the ‘welcome’ sign of the town she grew up in. She sighed, just ready to get the holidays over with and see her family. However, before she went home she had to make her way to the grocery store.

A few minutes ago, she received a message from her mother about needing some milk. Y/N took the familiar route to the store that was just around the corner from her childhood home. Within minutes, she was pulling into a parking spot in the small lot.

She made her way into the store and quickly walked to the back of the store, grabbing a gallon of milk. A buzz from her back pocket made her stop in her tracks as she walked towards the cash register.

Pulling out her phone, another text message from her mother lit up the small screen.

mom (6:46 pm): hi, honey! could you also grab band aids? molly scraped her knee

Y/N responded with a confirmation on buying the band aids for her little sister. Molly was eight years old and Y/N assumed that she’d been playing outside and fell off her bike. The little girl was still learning how to ride a bicycle and Y/N made a promise to teach her while she was home for the holidays.

It’d been awhile since she had come to this store for anything in the health and beauty section, but with a quick thought, she remembered where that particular section was and with no more troubles, she walked to the aisle with the rest of the things she needed. She hurried to grab the bandages and went to the cash register.

While she waited in line, she looked around, some of the faces she saw vaguely familiar. She even noticed a couple people who she went to high school with, but they weren’t anyone important. No one she ever talked to anyway.

She looked to the side and went to grab a pack of mint mojito gum, but someone else’s hand grazed over hers, clearly going for the same package. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She mumbled, waiting for the other person to grab their gum before she grabbed hers, tossing it on the conveyor belt along with the box of bandages and milk.

“It’s really no problem.”

The voice made her stomach drop. Her palms suddenly felt clammy and her cheeks were undoubtedly flushed with a light pink color. She knew that voice. She would never forget that voice.

Swallowing nervously, she glanced up at the person behind her. Her breath hitched in her throat, the long sleeved shirt she was wearing suddenly making her too hot. The amber eyed man furrowed his eyebrows, clearly recognizing his ex girlfriend.

“Y/N!” He said, surprise evident in his deep voice. “W-What are you doing here? I thought you were away for school.”

“I was, but I’m visiting my mom and Molly for Christmas.” She said, her tongue gliding over her smooth lips, a habit she had for when she was nervous.

Dave nodded in understanding. “Yeah, me too.” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck anxiously. Neither of them knew what to say. What could you really say to the one who broke your heart at three o’clock in the afternoon in a grocery store? “It’s nice to see you. You look great.”

Y/N nodded, walking forward as the cashier began ringing her up. “I know.” She replied, turning to the cash register as the woman looked between the two past lovers, the awkward tension thick in the air. Dave smiled softly at her response, stifling a laugh.

The conversation ended there, nothing else left to be said. The woman scanning Y/N’s items finished up, giving her the plastic bag and the receipt. “Have a good day, Merry Christmas.” She said, Y/N returning the saying with an ingenuine smile.

She hurried to leave the grocery store, walking over to her car, fumbling with her keys. What just happened had Y/N shaking, her breath gone. She hoped prior to her trip that she wouldn’t see either Dave or Aubrey. She couldn’t take facing either one of them. It hurt too much to put into words.

Seeing him was like all the oxygen was sucked out of the air and her lungs were burning with the need for the essential gas. It made the ache in her heart intensify with a thousand thorns holding her organ, squeezing until she was left holding her chest on the ground.

The sky was dark and there a chill in the air she felt when it was about to snow, but she didn't expect a white Christmas. It wasn’t impossible for it to snow in her hometown, but it wasn’t very likely there would be any snow.

She tried to push the key into the keyhole on the side of car door, completely forgetting about the button on the keychain she could’ve pressed instead. With her anger increasing, she felt her eyes gloss over as every memory she ever shared with the man she just ran into flooding in her brain, flashing like a kaleidoscope.

With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, calming herself down. A tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away, not wanting to be seen crying in the grocery store parking lot. Y/N pushed the key into its hole, twisting it to unlock the door.

Before she could get in, long, slender fingers wrapped around her wrist, keeping her from going far. She looked to see who grabbed her and it was Dave. Who else?

She shook her head, refusing to talk to him. “No, no. Go away.”

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

She laughed mockingly. “Talk? Dave, I have nothing to say to you. Do you really think I want to talk to you after what you did?”

A look of emotional agony passed over his face, one that she didn’t fail to notice it. As much as it hurt her own heart, she had to stay strong. She couldn’t let the walls she spent so long building up tumble right back down again. “That’s why we should talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to you. I came back to be with my family. I did not come back for you, I did not come back to build a friendship. What I did was build a bridge and got over it.” She exclaimed, her eyebrows scrunched together. Her face was flushed, the cold and her anger playing into the pinkish tint on her cheeks.

“I just want to talk to you.” He mumbled, looking at her with hurt in his beautiful eyes. She was close to giving in, close to falling into his arms and letting him hold her as she cried. But they weren’t that couple anymore. He wasn’t the same Dave Hodgman she fell in love with as a teenager. He was someone who hurt her.

“I’ve gotta go.” She shook her head slowly, pulling away from Dave, his hand falling from her small wrist. He didn’t get the chance to say anything else, she turned on her heel setting the bag in the passenger’s seat, pulling the door closed. She made quick work of putting on her seatbelt and starting the car, pulling out of the parking lot without looking back to Dave.

Y/N drove the two minutes to her house, stopping in the driveway in front of the closed garage. Finally breathing evenly, she sighed deeply, her hands gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. She threw her head back against the headrest, needing a few moments to gather herself before entering her house to see her mom.

She grabbed the grocery bag and milk carton from the seat next to her and the duffel bag with all her clothes for the break from the backseat. She entered the house and instantly heard feet running across the hardwood flooring. Looking up, she saw Molly running towards her with a grin. There was a red scrape that was beginning to bruise right on her knee cap.

“Y/N!” The little girl exclaimed happily.

“Molly!” She dropped her duffle bag and set the stuff she bought from the store next to the door, bending down to hold her little sister in a tight hug. Molly tackled her into the floor, her arms wrapped around Y/N’s body.

“Did you bring my band aids?” She asked as she rested her chin on her older sister’s shoulder. Chuckling, Y/N nodded and grabbed the bag with the bandages and opened it up, putting one on the cleaned scrape.

She kissed her pointer finger, gently pressing her fingertips against the bandaged scrape. “All better.” Y/N stood up, pulling Molly along to the kitchen to see their mother busying herself with a recipe. “Hi, mom.” She smiled brightly.

“Hi, honey!” The older woman walked around the kitchen island wrapping her daughter up in a tight and comforting embrace. Y/N nuzzled her face into her mother’s shoulder, inhaling the sweet gingerbread smell that lingered in the air from all the baking the woman was clearly doing. “What happened?”

Y/N realized her mother must’ve sensed how her daughter clung to her, needing parental comfort after seeing Dave. “I saw him. I saw Dave at the store and we talked… kinda.”

Her mother sighed and held on tighter, rubbing her hands up and down her back in a comforting matter. “Oh, baby. What did he say?”

“He wanted to talk. But I panicked and came home. I think I hurt his feelings.”

Pulling away, Y/N’s mom cupped her cheeks, looking into the sparkling eye color that they shared. “It’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” She smiled genuinely, pushing a piece of Y/N’s hair behind her ear.

“It hurt to see him.” She uttered, almost shamefully. “I-I couldn’t breathe. I still can’t breathe.” She said, trying taking a deep breath.

“It’s called heartbreak, sweetheart. Everyday it’ll get easier, I promise.”

Y/N nodded, hugging her mom once again. She sniffled, keeping herself from crying. If she’d known that coming back home would bring up these feelings again, she wouldn’t have ever said yes to returning.

A few hours later, the three ladies of the house had finished watching some Christmas movie. Molly was passed out, laying against her mother who was also sleeping peacefully. Y/N looked at the timed and realized it was almost eleven o’clock at night and she was drained, both physically and emotionally.

She got off the couch and grabbed a blanket from the closet, throwing it over her mother and sister, giving them both sweet kisses on the head. “I love you, guys. Sweet dreams.”

With a soft smile, she turned off the television and went up to her bedroom, making sure the door was locked on her way. She entered her old bedroom, the place pretty well kept. She had her mom to thank for that. She changed out of her clothes, slipping on shorts and a thin shirt.

With sleepiness pooling in her eyes, she yawned and sat at her old desk. Everything was just as she left it. Her pens and pencils still in the cup in the corner, a pile of books still stacked off to the side. A notebook sat in the center and Y/N opened it, having forgotten what was written on its pages.

She chuckled as her eyes scanned each word. It was all just living expenses and plans for when she bought her apartment. She set a budget, and the organization made her giggle. What could she say? It helped her out more than she thought it would.

Closing the notebook, she looked around more. Scratches were on the wearing wood. A light bulb went off as she remembered the hidden compartment in the second drawer. She opened it up, taking out the wood covering to dig around through the neglected objects.

She pulled out a stack of pictures and small slips of paper. Setting them on top of her desk, she started going through. The words written across them making her heart beat faster. It was all messages she and Dave would write to each other during class so they didn’t get in trouble for talking.

The pictures were of them while they were dating. Polaroids with dates written on the trimming. There was one of her in a white t-shirt, her hair messy as the sunlight streaming in from the window ghosted over her face. It was one of the nights he stayed over after they made love. She remembered this morning. She remembered every moment she’d ever spent with him.

She heard a tapping at her window as she continued going through the pictures on her desk. Her head turned to glance at the window, the sky dark and snowing outside. She walked over to the window and pulled it open, a freezing breeze coming in as she looked down to see who was at her window.

She spotted the one person she’d been thinking of all day, blowing warm air into his large hands before looking up at her. “What do you want, Dave?”

“To talk. I'm coming up.” He shouted in a whisper, beginning to climb up the tree next to her window. Watching him brought back memories from her senior year. Most nights she couldn’t sleep or they wanted to see each other, he scaled the tree and walked across the roof to get to her window.

“No, Dave, I-”

He came up to her window, Y/N standing in front of it. “Please, Y/N. Let me come in.” He whispered, with hopeful eyes.

“Nope.” She stood arms crossed in front of the window, not moving an inch. “I don’t want to talk. I already told you this.”

“I don’t care. You need to hear this.”

“No, I don’t.”

Dave huffed. “Yes, you do. And if you won’t let me in, then I’ll just sit out here and talk to you.”

“Well, I’ll be standing right here, waiting for you to leave.”

He rolled his eyes, licking his lips before taking a deep breath. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. All that he’d been planning on saying all day was erased from his mind and now he was in front of her, opening and closing his mouth like a gaping fish.

“I don’t what to say. I had a plan, but now I’m stuck, so I’m just gonna wing it. I know that you don’t like me, that you might even hate me, but I didn’t mean to break your heart, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted us to become this. In fact, I always wanted you and I to last. I always wanted you.”

She listened intently, the words settling in her heart. “Y/N, you were the first girl I’ve ever truly loved. No, you're the only girl I’ve ever truly loved and you’re the only one I will ever love. I’ve been thinking since that night, that I should’ve gone after you. I should’ve gotten out of my car and chased you into this house, holding you in my arms, telling you that I loved you and that I never stopped. As soon as you left, I realized what I’d done and what the consequences were as a result of my actions.

“I broke up with Aubrey after a few weeks of whatever was going on between us. I was miserable. I was always thinking of you. My thoughts of you kept me up every night. I would see something happen and I’d turn to tell you about it, but you weren’t there. You weren’t my right hand anymore. I would turn to push your hair behind your ear and kiss you because I never could get enough of you. All I want to do right now is kiss you with all my love because I’m still in love with you.”

Y/N’s eyes glossed over as did Dave’s, but she wasn't sure if it was because he was cold or because his heart was breaking as much as hers was. “No, Dave. You can’t do that. It’s not fair!” She exclaimed, walking away from the window. Dave took the opportunity to slip into the cold house, following behind her.

“You have to know. You have to know what I feel.” He grabbed her hand, spinning her around. “I still love you and I should’ve told you the night we broke up. If I did, then maybe you would still be mine. Maybe we would be living together and going to college. I should tell you that I’ve always loved you. You were always it for me, Y/N. And I hate that I needed distance to become wise enough to see understand my love for you.”

Y/N’s tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes squinted slightly as she looked up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I thought you hated me.”

“I did. I hated you for what you did to me, but I loved you for who you were even more, Dave. If you had come to me and told me this before I left, maybe you and I would’ve gotten back together. Maybe things would’ve been different.”

Dave nodded, holding her small hand in both of his. His fingers stroked her knuckles. He wanted to ask a question, but he was scared of what her answer would be. “Do you… do you still love me?”

Y/N stayed silent for a moment, not exactly knowing the answer herself until she thought it through. Did she? Did she still love him after all the time? Was it still possible for her to love him after he broke her heart? She looked down at the small hand of hers being held by his large ones before glancing up to see Dave looking down at her.

His eyes were full of hope. He needed her to love him back. He needed her to wrap her arms around him and kiss him like nothing had ever changed between them. As much as he wanted it, he knew he wouldn’t get it. He knew he wouldn’t get that kiss, that he wouldn’t get that warm embrace of hers. He knew he would never hold her again because it was different now. Everything changed because of what he did.

He pulled from her, thinking he had his answer. He held back his tears, sniffling as he nodded in understanding. He wiped his hands on his khakis, not having the courage to look at her.

“Dave…” She trailed off as he walked back over to the window.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I can’t take back what I did, I know that. I shouldn’t have come here.” He began to climb out the window, but she spoke again, stopping him in his tracks with what she said next.

“Dave, I love you.” She said. He looked back at her with glossy eyes, his vision blurring slightly. “I still love you. I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do.”

He sighed and walked back over to her in two quick strides, cupping her face in his large palms. He brought her mouth to his and pressed his lips against hers in a searing kiss that made her knees weak. It's been so long since he felt her lips against his. It's been far too long.

She wrapped her arms around his back, scratching at his clothed shoulder blades with her long fingernails. Dave tilted his head to the right, deepening the kiss they shared. His lips were cold and chapped against hers, but it was a feeling she couldn’t see herself ever getting sick of.

Her lips parted to allow him to slip his tongue into her mouth. The wet muscles glided against each other, the touch of another person, Dave’s touch making goosebumps appear on her skin. An awakened feeling lingered in her body, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Undress me.”

“A-Are you sure? We’re not even official or anything at all. We’re not together.”

She shook her head. “I don’t care. I need you. I need to feel you like I used to.” He nodded and took off his jacket, throwing it onto the floor, his shirt coming off soon afterwards. She pulled the thin shirt she was wearing over her head.

The cold air from the open window drafted inside, hitting her nipples and making them hard. Dave looked up at her exposed upper body, her torso having more definition that it used to. She looked at his own abdomen, a patch of hair between his pectorals, the hair led down to the dark, curly hairs around his belly button and above the waistband of his pants.

“Kiss me.” She breathed out. He pulled her closer, cupping her face as he crashed his lips down to hers in a love filled haze. He walked her back to the bed, laying her down as he kissed her neck gently and lovingly. She sighed, her eyes closing as she held him closer, eager to feel his body against hers after so long apart.

He trailed down from her lips to her chest, pressing his lips to her skin sweetly. “You’re so beautiful. I didn’t know this was possible.” He mumbled, his teeth grazing against her soft flesh as he spoke.

He looked up at her, his fingertips sliding up her sides as he held her breasts in his warm palms. She arched into his hands, her eyes closing as his fingers rubbed circles at her hard nipples. She sighed deeply, Dave’s lips sucking at her collarbone, leaving love bites behind on her skin.

She opened her eyes, her hands reaching up to tug at the hair on the back of his head, her nails scratching at his scalp. She hooked her leg around his waist, smoothing the soft skin on the heel of her foot up and down his leg. She grabbed his hair and tilted his head to the side, looking into his eyes.

“I want you, Dave.” She whispered, kissing his bottom lip lazily while still maintaining eye contact. She heard a low groan roll off his tongue, felt it vibrate against her skin. The sound was so exciting and aroused it made the juices that leaked from her core soak her cotton panties. “Right now.”

“Are you one hundred percent sure that you want this? You want to be with me.” He asked, his voice fragile as he spoke to her.

She held his cheek in her hand, Dave cuddling into her warm palm. “Of course I do.” She cooed. “I mean, it’s you. You’re the one I love. The only one I could ever need.”

“But after what I did? I mean, do you still love me like you used to?”

“I’ll always love you… always and it’ll take time for me to completely forgive you, but I want you back. I want us back, Dave.”

He smiled softly, leaning up to kiss her lovingly. The exchange was slow and passionate, he rolled his hips into hers subconsciously, his clothed cock rubbing at her covered core. Her hands went down to the buckle of his belt and began to undo it. She soon unzipped and unbuttoned the khakis he was wearing.

Her soft hands slid to his hips, dipping her fingers underneath the elastic waistband as she pushed the rest of his clothing off. Dave toed off his shoes, hearing them softly drop to the carpeted flooring. He raised his body off of hers, holding himself up on his forearm as he helped her completely rid him of any clothes, his body bare above hers.

The soft sound of his hardened member slapping against his the lower part of his stomach sounded in the room. She kissed him and pushed his shoulders, switching the position of their bodies. She used her hands to support herself as she kept her lips pressed against his.

She smiled against his mouth as she straddled him, her pussy pressing against his cock. “I love you.” She muttered as she pulled away for air. Her nose pressed against his as he beamed at the three words she said to him.

He sat up and brought his hands to her waist and smoothed them down. He slid his fingers into her pyjama shorts, cupping her ass. “Take off the rest of your clothes.”

“Are you sure that you don’t want to do it?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned, kissing his top lip gently.

Dave chuckled quietly. “You’re right.” He lifted her onto her knees, yanking the shorts and her panties off her body. She stripped herself of her remaining clothing and bit her bottom lip, watching as Dave admired her body. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the scattered freckles on her chest.

She leaned her head back, sighing contentedly as her eyes fluttered closed. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his back. Her need for him grew more intense as he licked at her neck. “I can’t wait any longer.” She groaned, pressing her hand against his chest and pushing him back onto the mattress.

Reaching over and pulling the handle of the drawer, Y/N began to shuffle her fingers around, looking for the foil packets that hadn’t been touched since the last time she was with Dave. She grabbed one out of the box and ripped the wrapper open with her teeth, spitting it onto the side of the bed.

She pumped his member a couple times before placing it on his tip, rolling the rubber onto his length. She lifted herself up on his knees, Dave’s large palms covering her waist. As she lowered herself on him, his size and girth stretched her out, a breathy moan falling from her lips.

“Oh, god.” He groaned loudly. She looked down at him and used her hand to cover his mouth.

“Be quiet. Mom and Molly are sleeping downstairs.” She whispered, setting her hand on his chest to stable herself. Her walls fluttered at the feeling of him inside her, his own cock throbbing within her.

She began to move, her hips rolled into his. Her hand still covered his mouth, the sounds he was making against her hand leaving vibrations against her palm. He kept his eyes on her, watching her facial expressions as she rode him. Her tits bounced with each movement and it had him reaching one of his hands up to fondle the mound on her chest.

“I missed you so much.” He said, his words muffled as his mouth was still covered.

“I missed you, too.” She sighed, her eyes closing as her head fell back. Her hair cascaded down her back, her nails leaving red welts as she scratched at his chest.

He grunted at the burn it left, setting his feet flat on the mattress. He lifted his hips off the bed, thrusting up into her and tapping her g-spot every time. “Baby, you feel better than I remember. So much better.”

She sighed, biting her lip to hold back her loud moans. Dave sat up and wrapped his arms around her body, his hands resting over the curve of her ass as he pressed his lips to her for the umpteenth time that night. After going so long without her kiss or without making love to her, he savored every movement they made together. He let it imprint and lock in his mind so that he wouldn’t ever forget.

“You’re so warm. So wet. So tight.” He growled against her lips, their mouths parted at they breathed in and out. “I can’t tell you how much I missed this. How much I missed you.”

She moved his head to the side, wrapping her lips around his earlobe to suck slowly and teasingly. He shuddered and buried his face into her neck, groaning against her sweaty skin.

Her arms slid under his arms, scratching at his back. He flipped their bodies, pinning her to the bed beneath him. Taking her leg in his large hand, he lifted her leg up to rest on his hip, his thrusts growing sloppy but somehow deeper and harder.

She clenched around him as he hit the deepest spots that resided inside of her. He leaned his head against her shoulder, watching as he pushed himself into her and pulled back out, his covered dick dripping with her sweet juices. He nipped the skin on her shoulder, licking against the red spot from where he bit down.

She held him close, her chest pressed against his as her breathing grew shallower. Her lungs burned with the need for oxygen, but the only thing in the cool winter air was the smell of sex and the emotions that came from both Dave and Y/N.

His hips snapped forwards, his pelvic bone knocking against hers as the tip of his cock twitched within her. “Oh, please, tell me you’re close.” He sighed.

“I’m so close. Rub my clit.”

He sucked his fingers into his mouth and brought them between her bodies, circling his pointer and middle finger around the bundle of nerves. His body was covered with perspiration, beads of sweat dripping down from his hairline. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and red from the heat the friction of their moving bodies created.

She whimpered and fell over the edge, her throat raw from the sounds she released and the ones she held back throughout the night. Her eyelids squeezed shut and her climax brought him to his own, his load spurting into the little bubble at the tip of the condom.

He shook like she did as he came, his mouth pressed against the side of her neck to keep his groans quiet. His name fell from her lips in desperate whispers, her hands gripping at the clammy flesh on his back.

Their dirty bodies worked together as they rode out their highs. He pulled from her, the exhausted feeling fall over the both of them like a warm and comforting blanket. He collapsed on the bed next to her, his shoulder pressed against hers.

Dave pulled off the soiled rubber and tied it off, throwing it into the garbage bin beside her nightstand. She turned onto her belly and laid her head on on his chest, her arm draped around his waist loosely. Her fingernails scratched at his skin comfortingly, her eyes closing as she listened to the soft thumping sound of his heartbeat.

He turned his head to the side, pressing his lips against her hairline before resting them there. The faint floral smell of her hair invaded his nose and soothed his nerves. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for what I did.”

“I know. It’s going to take some time for me to completely trust you with my heart like I used to, but I forgive you. After everything we’ve been through, I forgive you.”

He smiled softly, squeezing her tightly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Dave.” She looked up at him, stroking lines on his side as she nodded slowly. “Just don’t give my heart away again.”

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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