#had an eery ass dream last night before work n it set me off

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everything shower n sob type of day

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moml (highschool AU! henry creel / reader) chapter 4

chapter 4: know who you are at every age.

chapter namesake: know who you are at every age by cocteau twins.

*quick a/n: LMFAOOOO i am tired of long a$$ titles so i abbreviated it. also, thank you all so much for the reblogs, and feedback! i love to see comments, opinions, and thoughts on my work, it keeps me wondering if im doing an okay job at this.

this chapter was originally going to be muchh longer, but i decided not to. i was gonna post it after vol. 2 premiere but i was like nahh.. i pretty much have my own storyline and universe set for this fic, so there is gonna be some pretty big canon divergences in this fic, hopefully yall are okay with that lol. i might incorporate some things from vol.2 into later chapters, but we will see what happens tomorrow. omg im so excited. anyways, enjoy.

i need to make a masterlist for this fic, but here are the previous chapters.

*warnings: strong language, crying (LOL), your moms name is samantha, last name hughes, blah blah ok ok i hope you enjoy!

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The next morning came with an air of opportunity and excitement. The sun rose, just as you did, shining brightly, fully rested, ready for a day full of confidence. The small rays poked through your curtains, kissing your face, as you opened your eyes, and awoke, you smiled.

You knew it was going to be a good day.

You were fully rested, studied, and you knew you were going to kick that ACT’s ass. Just as you promised your mother, you would get in that good, prestigious college, you would get that good, six-figure paying career, and move her far away from Hawkins, where she would no longer have to live the pace of the small town life, and run a family pizza parlor. You had big dreams, and you knew you were going to accomplish them.

 Feeling particularly giddy, you swung your feet over to get out of bed, stretching as you went over to your nightstand drawer, and pulled out a personal mixtape filled with your favorite songs. You would only pull out this bad boy when you knew you needed to up the ante for your ego. 

Loading the tape in your boombox sitting on your dresser, the first song, “Everything She Wants” by Wham! Jamming out of the speakers. Going into your closet, bobbing your head and shifting your body to the music, you picked a particular outfit, one that you wanted to reflect your mood. Finally, feeling satisfied with your choices, you jumped in the shower, all the while the music was still loudly playing in the background. You smiled at the thought of knowing your mom would come knocking at your door, complaining the music was too loud, even though she secretly enjoyed it. 

However, the knock never came.

As you got out of the shower and dressed yourself, you turned the music off, noting the eerie, still, quietness of the house. You looked at Luster, still sitting idly on your bed, by now, he would’ve been following your mother around as she fixed coffee and sat on the porch. 

“Ma must’ve had a late night, huh, Lusty?” You crouched down beside the bed and rubbed his head, him producing a small “mew.” You opened your door, walking out into your hallway, noting the deafening silence. Something just didn’t feel quite right. There was no TV playing the morning news, babbling on and on about small town issues, there was no smell of coffee, no chirps of birds as your mother always left the kitchen window open in the mornings. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. The air was empty, devoid of any life. 

“Ma..?” You croaked through the thick silence, you slowly walked to the living room. The TV was off, its black screen reflecting you walking up to it, the couch was empty, the recliner, all of it, empty. The front door was shut, your mother was not out in her rocking chair peacefully watching the innocent nature play before her. The kitchen, too, there was no smell of the particularly pungent coffee she would drink, the frying pan she cooked bacon in yesterday still sitting on the stove. It was as if time had stopped completely in your little home. 

“Ma!” You called out again, feeling a drop in your stomach, you ran back to her bedroom, surely, maybe, she just slept in right? You busted through her door, your body feeling heavy, like a ton of bricks fell on you as soon as you saw her bed. 

Empty. Nothing. No one was in it. The covers, still pulled back like yesterday evening before she left for work. Her pillow still having the slight indentation on it from where her head lay. She never made her bed, she was too much of a busy woman for that, you always scolded her for it. Her bedside lamp was even still on. Now, you realized, 

She never made it home. 

“Ma… Ma..” Your voice started to crack as tears began to well up in your eyes, dragging over to her bed, where you collapsed at the end, knees on the ground and your face in the covers, “Please… Ma..” 

You began to sob like a baby who just lost their toy. You were at a loss for words, your mind rushing with the thousand possibilities of what could’ve happened to your mother last night after you hung up the phone. You felt immense guilt as you remembered hanging up on her before she could even say “I love you back,” you felt so incredibly selfish. You were worried about feeling rested for a stupid test, you felt so happy to go to bed, not even knowing what happened to your poor mother. 

“Ma,” was all you could utter through sobs of continued crying. Maybe she would walk up behind you and say, “I’m here, sugar,” rub your head and say, “It’s alright. Don’t you go crying now.” 

It never happened. All that you heard behind you was a soft “meow” from Luster, as he nuzzled up against your leg. Lifting your heavy head up from your breakdown, you looked down at him, with solemn eyes, “She’s gone, Luster.” 

Luster just stared back, though, with those full yellow eyes of his. He didn’t comprehend. How you wished to be him right now, the only concern of your life being eating and human affection. 

As you pet him tenderly, holding him in your lap, your eyes shot up at the bedside lamp that suddenly started to flick. Not flick regularly, it began to go crazy, like a wild bull at a rodeo.

“What the fuck..?” You whispered to yourself, suddenly Luster began to dart out of your arms, meowing aggressively at the lamp. Then, the ceiling light began to flick wildly too, Luster becoming increasingly more aggressive as the chaos ensued. 

“Shit!” You became scared out of your wits, your mom is possibly gone, now a fucking demon is haunting your house? Running to your room to grab your keys and bag, the flickering lights followed you, now your bedroom lamp began to flicker, in a wild rhythm, just like the other lights. You then ran to the kitchen, where it stopped momentarily, but you looked up at the parlor light as it began to go wild too.

“Fuck, Lusty!” You grabbed him, hauling ass out of the door, onto the porch, “We’re getting the fuck out of here!” 

Luster, however, had other plans, he jumped out of your arms and ran behind the house, disappearing off into the deep woods behind your house. 

“Lusty!” You screamed, but you felt no use in running after him, your energy drained after the many turns of events that happened this morning. 

You exhaled, plopping down on the porch steps, head in your hands and squeezing your temples, wondering what you are possibly going to do now. 

“Focus.. (Name),” You murmured to yourself, “You can’t let your nerves get the best of you like that, it isn’t what Ma would want…” Trailing off your pep talk, you lifted your head to look out into your neighborhood scenery, hoping to find an answer in the space in front of you. 

You knew out of all things, you had to go down to the police station and report your mom’s disappearance. You didn’t care if your mom had only been gone for 12 hours, it was out of character for her, you knew something had gone wrong. It was time for you to be a big, adult, independent (Name). You stood up, collecting your wits, you were going to put on a stern face, march down to the Hawkins police station, and tell Powell about your mother’s disappearance, clear and cold cut. Jiggling your keys in your hand, you walked towards your car, reading your watch: 7:55 A.M.  

You completely disregarded school.

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Pulling your car into the smooth concrete parking lot of the police department, you turned your car off, putting your hands on the wheel, inhaling a huge breath. You exhaled, “Okay.. (Name).. You’ve got this.” However, your hands still shook, you were still at a loss for words from this morning, and your eyes were still puffy and red from the tearshed. Once again, you took another inhale and exhale, woo-saying as you got out of your car, and headed to the door. 

Before you could even open it, a familiar male figure opened the door instead, swinging to the outside. 

“Ah..! Samantha’s kid..” The male stated in a snarky-toned voice, his glasses sitting haphazardly on his face, “What are you doing here? Giving your mom trouble?”

“Officer.. Callahan..” You breathed, God you couldn’t stand him, especially since you knew he sucked up to your mom just because of his huge infatuation with her, “No, actually, this is more serious.”

Your serious face and tone gave him an implication to shut up with the jokes, Good going, (Name), that’ll keep his stupid mouth quiet, you thought to yourself.

“Oh… Come in then.” His tone became shaky upon seeing your expression, walking past him, you turned the corner to go to the front desk, when he put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Is she okay?” His eyes went wild with worry, his breath down your neck, “Your mom, is she-”

You interrupted him, it was a fresh wound for you, hot tears beginning to well up in your eyes, you turned your face to him, “Callahan, she’s-”

“Callahan, let the kid go.” You heard a stern, cold, monotone voice. Powell, you recognized instantly. His presence was commanding. The grip off your shoulder lifted, and you quickly wiped the forming tears out of your eyes, facing him with as much determination as you could for the given circumstances. 

“Hughes, what are you doing here? Something the matter?” He looked at you with a little concern, and you just nodded your head yes, barely able to produce syllables. 

“Alright, come back to my office,” Callahan began to follow you two, when Powell pointed a finger, “You, stay out here, I don’t need you overwhelming them again.” He scoffed and stomped off, murmuring something under his breath about a “troublesome kid.” 

Nervously stepping into the office, you gripped the bottom of your shirt tightly, as if you would fall into a million pieces if you let go of the fabric. Powell sat down comfortably, watching your nervous form with confusion, “You can sit down, Hughes.” He gestured to the seat across his desk, you obliged, sitting down slowly, taking a breath in. 

No one spoke for a few moments, then Powell cut the silence short, “So, what’s going on?”

You looked up at him, still gripping the bottom of your shirt, when you decided to let go, you can’t be scared, (Name), you’re here for one reason only, not to play around. 

“My mother,” You started, “She’s gone.” 

“What?” Powell questioned, his flat expression turning into a confused one, “What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?”

“She didn’t come home last night after work.” You looked down again at the floor, “She was already late last night, so I called her, she picked up, we spoke, said goodnight, and she never came home.” 

Powell’s eyebrows raised at your rather… simple explanation, however he got his notepad out of his desk and began writing. 

“And, what time was this?” He asked as he began to write scribbled details down. 

“I called her around 11:45 last night, she usually comes home around 10:30 after closing up shop.”

He nodded his head as he wrote down details, then asked, “Was she in contact with anyone that you know of before she disappeared?” 

“Um,” You tried to remember if she mentioned anyone, “She said she talked with Mrs. Karen Wheeler for a while before closing, which is why she was going to be late in the first place.”

“Did you… call the Wheelers?” He looked at you as if that was an obligation for you to do, you just shook your head no, feeling slight defeat rise up your neck. 

“Well, (Name),” Powell sighed, “It’s only been 8 hours since you last heard from your mother, we will look into it, but we won’t let it go public until she hasn’t come back for a day or so.” 

“What?!” You exclaimed, blurting your thoughts out loud, “Why? Why would you not let it go public? This is my mother, for God’s sakes, this isn’t like her to be gone even for 5 hours!”

Your anger seethed through your words, and Powell just kept his stern, straight face, “(Name), please, calm down… we have other cases to look into, your mother already reported dead animals around her property, we are looking into that, as well. Maybe it has something to do with this, like I said, we will look into it.”

You shook your head, look into it, you thought, as if it’s a neighbor filing a complaint about loud teenagers having a party every weekend.

“Shouldn’t you be in school, anyways? It’s 9:15,” He looked up at the clock, your stomach dropped to the ground, school…

Fuck, you forgot.

You hurried out of his office, hearing Callahan’s retort as you walked out of the door, “Get to school kid!” You offered him a middle finger, not even bothering to turn around to see his shocked expression, as if you had killed his dog. 

“I thought Samantha raised that kid better than that!” He looked at Powell, who just shook his head and walked back into his office, seemingly stressed with the situation at his hands.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You slammed your fist against the steering wheel, as you brung your forehead down on it. You were late for school, almost 2 hours, missing a test that decided your fate as a future committed member of society, or a failure wishing on a prayer for a better life.

Your shoulders dropped in defeat as you raised your head off the steering wheel, your eyes, red and extremely swollen, your hairstyle now messy, disheveled, as you had wrung your hands through it out of nervousness. 

As you crank your car up, you felt nothing but pure despair in the pit of your stomach, as you stared into the brown building of the police department. They were your beacon of hope, the trust dwindling away, and now you were slowly becoming lost on what to do about your mother. 

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You weren’t here.

You weren’t here, and that’s when Henry knew something was wrong. He looked up, turning his attention away from the test to your empty seat, the first hour passed, maybe you overslept? 

But then, the second hour came, and you still weren’t there, sitting in the seat beside him, acting like you didn’t want to talk to him, but babbling his head off. Henry put the top part of the pencil in his mouth, nibbling slowly at the eraser, dwelling on what could’ve caused you to be late. You took that ACT test too seriously just to miss an entire day of school, or even be late, and the anxiety began to build in his chest. He then turned confused, why did he care about you so much anyways? First, your expression after you saw the mauled animal, and now, you being late, something of your own consequences. Now look, you’ve got him strayed away from his test, not even focusing on what’s important. 

The sound of a loud door being slammed open led him out of his thoughts, everyone in the classroom directing their attention to the source of the disturbance. 

There you were.

There you were, standing, disheveled, panting, as if you ran the 100-mile marathon of your life just to get here. Henry took in your appearance, shocked, you looked… unsightly. Your hair was all over the place, your eyes red and swollen, purple bags forming under your face, almost an empty cocoon of what (Name) usually comes to school like. 

However, he became slightly excited seeing you, especially when you both made brief eye contact. Seeing your grotesque appearance, he wanted to do nothing but get up and go over to you, and ask you what’s wrong. He wanted to solve your problems, he wanted to be the solution.

Wait, what? He thought, pushing the ramblings to the back of his head, directing his attention down to his test, trying to prevent eye contact with you from happening again. 

“(Name)!” Mr. Brown exclaimed, “Are you insane?! Step out of the classroom, now!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, turning around and waiting out in the hall for the angry, short man, not noticing Chrissy trying to make eye contact with you to ensure if you were okay. 

The next ten minutes went with you essentially begging with all your life to let Mr. Brown let you take the ACT, despite being late. You tried your best to explain your circumstances, without the grisly details, citing a “family emergency,” as your reason for tardiness. You weren’t exactly lying, you just didn’t want to cry again thinking about what happened earlier in the morning. He finally gave in, allowing you to go in and take the test, however saying he would report this incident to the counselor, fine, you didn’t care. 

You sat down, beginning your test, not even paying attention to Henry looking at you with an expression one could only identify as caring. As you were going through your test, you saw a small sheet of paper make its way into your vision on your desk. 

“Meet me in the courtyard at lunch.”

You turned to look at Henry, the obvious owner of the note, but he was back focusing on his test.

                                                                      ~

Lunch came, walking out into the humid air of an Indiana spring, you looked up at the sky, shielding your eyes from the bright afternoon sun.

It was a pretty day, an ironic shame of your ugly circumstances. 

You wearily walked over to the table where you and Henry sat last, sitting down, and sighing. Your body felt like it held the weight of a thousand burdens, which to you, it did. You felt guilt rising again in your mind, thinking of your mother, her voice, you didn’t even allow her to speak what would’ve been the last words you heard from her: “I love you too, goodnight, sugar.” 

However you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, seeing Henry’s figure come into view, you already felt like you knew what he wanted. He was going to ask why you looked so unfortunate, you knew, it was in his curious, but caring nature. You just questioned why he cared so much. 

He walked up to the table, sitting down across from you, giving you that thousand yard stare again, you just looked away, not feeling up to any particularly awkward advances today. 

“(Name),” He finally spoke, “Are you okay?” 

It was a plain and simple question really, but you couldn’t help but feel your chest become heavy again. The question was one that broke you into a thousand pieces all over again. 

“Yes, I am fine.” You lied with a shaky voice, feeling everything you’ve been through hit you like a train. That didn’t phase him to leave you alone, he saw right through those words.

“No.” Henry flatly stated, looking at you with a serious expression, “No, you are not. What is wrong?” 

That did it for you. You felt tears spilling out of your eyes, like a river bursting through a weak dam, your weak facade not able to conceal the sadness you felt. 

Henry got up from his adjacent seat at the table, and quickly sat beside you, awkwardly placing his arm around your shoulders. This quick embrace surprised you, you’d never felt touch like this other than from your mother, you just looked up at him with tear-ridden eyes. He just looked at you solemnly, as if he felt sorry for you, and you hated it. You hated appearing so weak, so defenseless, you needed your shell, your comfort, the facade you put on everyday to come back. However, it never came, and you allowed the embrace to happen, you melted into it. You dug your head into the slight cavity between his chest and armpit, crying harder into his shirt, and he never pulled away, he only held you closer. You pinched his shirt tight while releasing your emotions, breathing in his slight smell of fresh laundry detergent and subtle vanilla cologne, something that kept you gravitating more into his comfort. 

When you finished your small episode, you backed away slowly, his arms releasing you carefully as if you were a piece of porcelain glass. Looking at the mess you made on his shirt: tears, snot, and possibly other things you didn’t want to think about, you just uttered, “I’m sorry..”

“No, no, you are fine,” Henry rested his hand on top of your idly seated hand, another sign of his affection that you recalled. 

Embarrassment took over as you realized what just happened. You just confided in Henry Hopper’s arms. The boy that you swore annoyed you upon the day you almost ran over his sister. Even naming that stupid frog after him. Yet, here you are, weak, wavering, opening up to him, feeling your pride slowly suffocating.

Here you go again, about to make the puncture wound in your pride even deeper, “My mom, Henry, she’s …. She’s gone.” 

“Gone?” Henry looked perplexed, “She didn’t come home?” 

“Yeah, after closing her shop last night, she didn’t come home,” You breathed, adding, “I talked to her last, I told her I loved her, I hung up the phone, and I didn’t even give her the chance to say it back, I-”

“(Name). Breathe, again,” He squeezed your hand a little tighter, “You didn’t have any knowledge of this happening, okay?”

His voice was so comforting, like warm blankets after a cold day, he made the pain feel a bit easier, but even he knew the guilt wouldn’t go away that easily, you were too hard on yourself. 

You simply nodded, looking down at the ground, searching for some of your old humanity, but none to be found. 

“I told the police,” Henry looked at your face again, which was now hidden by your disheveled hair, “They didn’t seem too concerned. They aren’t going to let it go public unless she is missing for over 24 hours.” He didn’t say anything, just offering comfort physically by massaging the top of your hand with his thumb, an attempt to calm your now shaking knee. 

“Then..” Damn, you were just easily unraveling yourself to him, “The lights in my house..” 

Henry’s breath stopped in his throat, now looking with seriousness formed on his face. 

“The lights in my house are going crazy, flickering all over the place, like a ghost is haunting me.” Before Henry could question you further, a female voice called out your name in concern. 

It was Chrissy, walking quickly over to you, worry present in her endearing eyes, “Are you okay? What happened? Why were you late this morning?”

Questions, questions, too many questions, you thought, it reminded you of Callahan at the police station.

You turned to the side to say something to Henry again, but you were too caught up with answering Chrissy to notice his now empty presence. 

                                                              ~

After you confided in someone for the second time today to Chrissy, you walked to your locker to prepare for your final class of the day. You and Chrissy parted ways, promising that she wouldn’t tell a soul of your mother’s disappearance until it went public. You felt a little worried, but you trusted her, after all, you knew Chrissy was a genuine girl… 

Hopefully, you thought. Your mind then skipped back to Henry, embarrassment seeping into your face as you remembered literally screaming into his arms. It made you cringe, but you tried to be easy on yourself, you were going through something that the average human being didn’t have to deal with. 

Opening your locker, you huffed thinking about your boring history class, but your attention gravitated toward the ground as you noticed a piece of torn notebook paper fell out of it. 

Picking it up, you wondered who was being a stalker, turning it over, you recognized the neat handwriting.

There was a phone number. Words followed under it:

“Call me later. We need to finish our discussion. -H.”

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the deyassification of reader

[sunshineseung]

Paperwork // Hyunjin

🍄 | genre: smut (18+ only) ☁️ | pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 5.1k 🌸 | includes: switch-dom!hyunjin, switch-sub!reader, oral (both receiving), PIV riding, pet names, begging, kinda goofy at first, cum swallowing, “sir”, a lil bit more but not too much

☀️ | synopsis: You’ve been working at this office for five painstakingly long years, but despite your best efforts, you never get a raise or promotion. When the CEO retires, his son takes his place, and seeing as you’re around the same age as his son, this could be your chance to get ahead. 

🌊 | If you want to skip to the smut, look for the [🔥] because there’s a lot of set up for this one, but I know some people just want to get off lol.

He has finally stepped down. After 60 long, long years, the CEO of the company you work at has retired, as if he didn’t have enough money to retire 30 years ago.

The amount of times you’ve been told off by that man is practically uncountable. It felt like at one point you were going into his office every week to ask for any sort of promotion, raise, or even kudos, but every time, he turned up his nose and shooed you away like some kind of stray cat. You’ve worked too long and too hard to not be given proper treatment. Despite everything, you stay at the company, knowing no where else in the city will pay nearly as well.

The company now belongs to his oldest son, Hyunjin. He’s never worked in this office, yet the old man still thought it would be appropriate for him to run the entire company (supervised by a few HRs, of course). Hyunjin looked like a complete fool trying to command the floors of burnt out office workers just trying to pay next month’s rent and put food on their tables, not that he would know what it’s like to work for anything. The first job he’s ever had and it’s the CEO of a multi-million dollar enterprise, who would have thought?

This is your chance. He’s right around your age, give or take a few months, and he seems marginally more friendly than his father. If you were ever going to climb the corporate ladder to finally move out of your studio apartment, it was right now.

Wearing the tightest, shortest skirt you own with the perfect button up to match, you step into his office after scheduling a meeting with his temporary secretary. When you sit down in the chair across from him, he just sighs and waits for you to speak your piece so he can get back to his grueling job of signing documents that he never reads.

“Good morning, sir. I was just coming up here to compliment you on how well you’ve been running the place since your father stepped down. It seems like company morale is at an all time high, and I can’t imagine thanking anyone other than you.”

“So you want a promotion, right?” He scoffs, grabbing a pen to click repeatedly as you struggle coming up with a response. You weren’t expecting him to be so quick on his feet considering he would stutter over every word talking at meetings. “I assume you didn’t come in here just to kiss my ass.”

“Alright, you caught me, but can I at least make my case?” He looks up from the pen to wordlessly incite you to keep talking. “I’ve been working here since I got out of college. This is really my dream, and it would mean the world to me if I could get farther, work harder, and, if you’re feeling so inclined, get a bit of a paycheck raise.”

“Well, you caught me on the right day, miss...”

“L/n. But you can call me Y/n if you want.”

“Y/n.” Hyunjin puts the pen down and leans on his desk, elbows propping himself up. “If you’re up for the task, I am looking for a new secretary.”

“As I’ve heard.” The rumor has been going around that his father left his secretary for Hyunjin, but all they’ve been doing if fighting, so they had to bring in a temporary one, the one you spoke with, to hold him off until Hyunjin finds a secretary he likes. “Not to be rude, but wouldn’t you rather have a male secretary like your father had?”

“No, no. I know what I want.” He runs his hand through his black hair, slipping out the ponytail that was holding the long strands out of his face. “I want you to be my secretary. No one else.”

He drags his fingers through a stack of papers on his desk, stopping at a five page contract booklet. He slides you the papers and the pen he was just fiddling with.

“If you really want this promotion, you’ll sign on that dotted line right now.”

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Working for Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Once he warms up to you, he’s actually really sweet. If you mess up his coffee or misscedule a meeting, he doesn’t fire you immediately, but rather just assures you that it’s okay and you’ll do better next time, a total 180 from what you saw that first time in his office. After a few weeks, you’re a dream to work with, and the job is a lot less stressful than you had assumed.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was beyond stressed. Meeting after meeting, signature after signature, decision after decision: it was all too much. The only time he smiled was when you brought him coffee in the morning, or when he’d hear your voice through the phone. He always looked forward to seeing you, even if it was only for a brief minute. You were really the only thing keeping his sanity together.

“Here’s your coffee, sir.” You put the cup on his desk as he reads a random document. He thanks you, as usual, and takes a quick sip before immediately regretting his decision when he felt his tongue begin to burn. You quick go to his mini-fridge and pass him a water bottle, standing back as he gulps half of it down to relieve at least some of the pain. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for it to get that hot!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Don’t worry about it.” He sits back in his chair and slowly turns to you, meeting your eyes in a light-hearted stare. He laughs before finally speaking again. “You’re holding this company together, you know that?”

You laugh right with him, rolling your eyes at his statement. “Oh please, I just forward emails all day.”

“No, I mean it.” He holds his hands out and grabs yours, interlocking your hands in a soft grip. You could easily move back, but you don’t want to. “Without you, I’d be losing my mind.”

“Aw, you’re too kind.” You stand in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say next. The silence isn’t awkward by any means, but you can’t help but wonder why you’re holding the hands of your boss. “You’re doing very well, though. You have some big shoes to fill, and I feel like you’re doing the best you can.”

“Of course you’d say that. You work for me.” Hyunjin lets go of your hands and leans back in his chair again, crossing one of his legs over the other and lazily putting his hands behind his head, lounging back. “Y/n, can I say something crazy?”

“Say whatever’s on your mind, sir. I’m all ears.”

“Ugh, drop the formalities. Just call me Hyunjin, okay?” You nod, letting him continue with his speech. “I really appreciate you, Y/n, and it’s no secret that my family is loaded, so I want to ask if you’d come live with me downtown.”

“W-what?” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head. Living with your boss sounds absolutely insane, but any chance to get out of your shitty apartment is promising. This is the opportunity of a life time, no doubt, but is it worth taking? “Sir, I...”

“For fuck’s sake, call me Hyunjin.” You’ve never heard him curse before. “Listen, I live in a penthouse on the top story of a high-security luxury apartment complex. I’m all alone in a five bedroom apartment with a full view of the town. Going home alone every night is wearing on me, and it would mean a lot to have someone else there, even just to talk to.”

“I need time to think.” You look anywhere but his eyes as he leans forward and looks up at you from his chair.

“Take your time and think it over. I’ll give you until the end of the day.” Hyunjin turns back to his desk and looks at the paper he was reading before he burnt his tongue. “Go back to your office for now, but right after your shift, I want you here.”

“Yes, s-... okay, Hyunjin.”

🖊⌚️🗄🗞🪙📞

Everyone is gone except you, finalizing one last email before heading up to Hyunjin’s office. An office with no workers is eerie to say the least, and as you take the elevator up to Hyunjin’s office, you can’t help but notice how nervous you feel inside.

This is the right decision. As difficult as it might be, you’re going to say no to his offer. It’s extremely unprofessional to have any sort of out-of-work relationship with your boss. Thinking back to the outfit you wore when you took the promotion, it’s no wonder you assume you’ve made Hyunjin think you want this. Your apartment may be shitty, but at least it’s yours. Living with Hyunjin would cause too many problems in your life, and the last thing you need right now is problems.

He was waiting for you. With his head in his hands as you walk through the door, he darts his attention to you as you sit across from him. While it was certainly a familiar sight by now, he was just glad you didn’t run away from him after such an intense morning.

“Hyunjin, I just want to-”

“Stop.” He holds his hand up, pausing you mid-sentence. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I’m just stressed, and I’m not thinking clearly. I shouldn’t have offered you to live with me. That’s not who I am, nor is that something I should have sprung on you like that.” He reverts back to his former position with his head in his hands, staring down at his desk. “I just... I’m so lonely.”

You feel for him, you really do. He’s been thrown into this situation obviously not by choice, and he knows absolutely no one he’s working with other than you. With a stressful job and no one to turn to, it was clear why he was acting so rashly.

You pull his hands away from his head, holding them in yours like you did this morning. Rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand, you give him a gentle smile as he meets your eyes. The bags under his eyes are present, and his tiredness is visible. He looks so worn out to you. You really do feel bad.

“I’m not asking you to move in, but would you like to come back to my penthouse? Just for tonight?” He returns a smile to you, lowering his gaze blankly. “We can have a few drinks and talk. I just need someone with me right now.”

“Only if you’re paying for the taxi.” You two laugh together, appreciating each other’s presence.

“I’ll have my chauffeur drive us back to my place, and afterwards, he can drive you home.”

🖊⌚️🗄🗞🪙📞

Saying that Hyunjin’s apartment was massive would be an understatement. You felt like you walked into a penthouse from a dystopian future with shiny metal counter tops and black leather furniture. It didn’t look lived in, but to be fair, there was only one man living there. You felt cold even though it was room-temperature. 

“Follow me, doll.” Hyunjin takes your hand and leads you to the living room to sit on his L-shaped couch. If his pet name didn’t throw you off, you very well would have just walked there without his assistance, but you didn’t know how to react after being called ‘doll’ by your boss. “Want anything to drink? Wine? Vodka?”

“I’ll take wine, thank you.”

“Red or white?”

“Red.”

Hyunjin pours you both a glass and meets you back on the couch, lounging next to you, letting the soft silence fall over the room as you each take a sip of the expensive booze. As you drink a bit more, Hyunjin’s eyes are glued to you, and you start to break a sweat as the temperature in the room seems to rise. He’s just... staring at you. You feel uneasy, but this alcohol should help calm your nerves, right?

Hyunjin easily notices that you’re starting to slip into deeper thought, so he carefully puts his hand on your knee to bring you back into the moment. His gesture isn’t charged in anyway, but you still jolt at his touch. You dart your eyes towards his while looking like a deer in headlights. 

“Are you alright?” Hyunjin slides his hand up and down your leg only from your knee to mid-thigh. With his other hand, he puts his glass of wine on the coffee table in front of you so he can totally focus on your needs. Even though you hesitantly nod, he isn’t convinced in the slightest. “You want to know why I invited you here?”

“Sure, Hyunjin. Why did you invite me here?” The more he rambles on, the less you have to talk, so you gladly let him fill the silence. 

“Well, to put it simply, I’m interested in you.” You tilt your head in confusion. Was this a confession? “You’re a very intriguing person to me. When you walked into my office for the first time, you suffocated me with your aura. You truly do command a room, you know? That’s probably why you’ve gotten so far in your career.” His chuckle is awkward, and you don’t respond in any way to help his nerves. “You’re a woman that knows what she wants, and I admire that, especially since I don’t even know what I want.”

“How don’t you know what you want?” Your confidence was slowly coming back, although you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or your want to pick at Hyunjin’s brain. “You have everything anyone could ever want! Look at where you live!” You gesture to the room around you. The modern art-deco custom paintings, the abstract sculptures, the fake plants that looked too fake to even be considered plant-like. It was a dream, especially for those that lived in the city. “You have the perfect house and the job position people can only dream of.”

“I don’t want this, Y/n.” He stands from the couch, walking over to the wall of glass that separates the living room from the balcony. “This house means nothing. This job position means nothing.” He can’t face you, fearful that you’ll see how weak he is. “I want someone. I want you.”

Silence. You stare down at your legs, unable to even process what Hyunjin just said. Your thumbs rub against each other, fiddling so you can focus on anything else. Hyunjin sighs loudly and turns around, walking back over so he can tower over you. His shadow consumes you, shrouding your figure in slight darkness. A hand slips under your chin, pulling your face up to see him. His eyes sparkle when he looks at you as if he’s enamored by your existence. 

“What do I have to do?” Hyunjin ponders, leaning in closer to you. The scent of his cologne clogs your senses, and all you can think about is Hwang Hyunjin. “What do I have to do to have you?”

Your hand goes to his chest, grabbing his tie. You pull him into you, crashing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Hyunjin puts all of his emotion into this kiss, promising himself that he’ll show his love through his actions. 

Pulling away, you both catch your breath and enjoy the brief silence. For once, it isn’t awkward; the silence is welcomed. 

“Hyunjin,” you twirl his tie between your fingers, “if you want me, then prove it.” 

[🔥]

Hyunjin takes your hand in his, pulling you off the couch. He drags you up to his bedroom without saying a word, assuming you know what’s about to happen. His sheets are all black, neatly made without a stain in sight. Hyunjin sits on the edge of the bed, tapping on his lap to invite you to take a seat. 

You straddle him, feeling heated the second your thighs come in contact with his. It feels unreal, but you want this now more than ever. You didn’t drink even an entire glass of wine, so you can’t blame this decision on any ounce of alcohol. 

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” He wraps his long arms around your waist, pulling you into him so your body is pressed against his. “I need to hear you say you want this.”

“Yes, Hyunjin. I’m sure I want this.” You shoot him a smile that never fails to make his heart melt, and he can’t help but kiss you again, his lips perfectly fitting against yours. When you open your mouth to allow his tongue to slip in, he feels like he has reached nirvana. Hyunjin was been wanting this for so god damn long; he could bust in his pants just thinking about it. 

His mouth moves from your lips to your jawline, not leaving any hickeys because he knows you have work tomorrow. His kisses along your jaw and neck make you moan quietly, and your hands slip behind his head into his hair. You curl your fingers into his hair, pulling it ever so slightly. He grunts against your neck, sucking harder than before, accidentally leaving a red mark. 

He pulls off of your throat, breathing heavily, looking into your half-lidded eyes. Your hands rest on the back of his neck, holding him close to you. Hyunjin smiles lightly and pecks your cheek, making you both giggle from his cute gesture. 

“I know I told you not to call me sir, but... maybe just for tonight, you can call me that.” Oh, he’s like that? You kiss him for a moment before pushing him back, his body falling against the sheets. Your body hovers over his, and you roam your hands over his chest and abs, feeling him from over his shirt.

“Alright, sir.” You smile innocently, leaning down, kissing his neck to test his dominance. He doesn’t fuss at this. He accepts your kisses, throwing his head back to give you better access to kiss his neck. Your hands roam all over his body, paying special attention to his chest, or more specifically, his nipples. He groans quietly, biting his lips as your fingers rolls over his nipples. “Oh, you like this?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Sit up. Let me take your shirt off.” He laughs at your commands as he raises his body from the bed and unbuttons the top of his shirt before you step in and unbutton the rest. The slow reveal of his torso his haunting, causing your eyes to dart every which way across his body. He really looks like a Greek god. “This is what you’ve been hiding from me?” 

“Oh please, I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you, doll.” There it was again. That damn pet name. He really was going to be the death of you, so you might as well enjoy this. “I’ve had dreams of bending you over my desk and fucking you during work, but that wouldn’t be very appropriate, would it?” 

You gulp out of nervousness, unsure of where to go from here. You were in control for the moment, but now that Hyunjin was letting his emotions out, you keep getting flustered, wishing he would take the reigns over this situation. 

“Aw, is my little doll getting shy?” He brushes his hand across your hot cheek, making you stutter out nonsense. “You’re so cute, baby. I could flip you over and ruin you right now, but we should take our time, right?” 

You nod, tracing your hands on his chest again. Your thumb and pointer finger grip his nipples and twist, causing him to arch his back and fall against the bed once again. He’s putty in your hands again, so you up the ante by pressing your heat against his painfully large bulge in his tight work pants, teasing him just enough to make him weak. The sounds he’s making can only be described as sinful, and you love every minute of it.

You dive your head down to his chest, sucking hickeys into his defined pecs. Your tongue around his nipples makes him keen from pleasure, his hands petting your back up and down. When you lean up to look at all the marks you’ve made, he’s desperately trying to catch his breath. 

“I was supposed to be showing you how much I like you, not the other way around!” He giggles through deep breaths, running his hands down the sides of your body. “Lay back, baby. Let me take care of you, alright?”

You shrug in agreement, dramatically throwing your body back on the mattress for Hyunjin to pin you down under his lean figure. His gaze eats you alive, skimming over your skin like he was about to devour you. 

“You’re absolutely stunning, baby.” He kisses you on the lips, short and sweet, before unbuttoning your dress shirt and revealing your bra, feeling your tits over the fabric. His hands perfectly cup your tits, moving your bra down to play with your hardened nipples. You arch your back into his touch, relaxing and letting him worship your chest. He’s a master with his hands, making you moan and whine just enough for him to get even harder under his tight pants. “Can I take your bra off?”

“Of course, sir. Take it all off for me, alright?” You wink up at him, stirring a fire in his heart. He wants to take you, all of you, inciting him to rapidly strip you of your shirt and bra, tossing them to the side. His lips attach to one of your nipples while his hand goes to the other, playing with the bud between his fingers. His other hand snakes down your body and unbuttons your pants, sneaking down to play with your cunt over your panties. His middle finger pushes your panties into your pussy, saturating them with your wetness. “Please finger me, Hyunjin.”

“Oh, needy already?” He leans up from your chest, sitting between your spread legs as he unbuttons his own pants and pulls them down enough to see his bulge under his tight boxers. He looked so big, bigger than you’ve ever taken. Your cunt becomes drentched in a second of you imagining his cock going inside you. “Staring isn’t polite, you know?”

“S-sorry, sir.” He pulls your pants down your legs, leaving your panties to be the only thing covering you. His hands hug your hips, pulling you right up to him. You feel his bulge against your cunt, making you bite your lip.

One of Hyunjin’s big hands comes down to your cunt, a finger hooking around the bottom of your panties to move them to the side, allowing him to check out your sopping heat. His fingers feather through your folds, circling your needy hole just to tease you. He smiles as you whine and buck your hips up, physically begging him to fuck you dumb.

“My baby’s pussy looks so pretty. I can’t possibly fuck her before I get a taste.” You watch Hyunjin as he scoots down the bed and leans down to be eye-level with your cunt. He licks his lips before diving in, sucking on your clit and running his tongue through your pussy. One arm hooks around your leg while his other comes up to play with your pussy, his fingers teasing your hole before sliding in just enough to make you whine for more. “You’re so sweet, princess.”

“T-Thank you, sir.” You throw your head back when he bends his fingers inside you, curling into your g-spot. Hyunjin hums as you moan loudly, hinting to Hyunjin that you’re close. “C-cum, sir. Need to cum.”

“Aw, my baby’s ready to cum?” Hyunjin teases, going right back to sucking on your clit and mercilessly fingering your tight hole with two fingers. His tongue flicking over your clit is making you so close, your legs shaking as he continues to assault your cunt. “Cum on my fingers, babe.”

Your legs violently shake as you reach your orgasm, all your nerves on edge as waves of pleasure drown your brain. You moan Hyunjin’s name over and over, holding his hair in an iron grip. As you come down, his mouth slowly detaches from your pussy, fully lapping up all your juices.

“Open your mouth.” With your eyes still closed, you open your mouth wide open and let your tongue out, letting Hyunjin do whatever he wants to your mouth. His wet fingers dip into your mouth, pressing against your tongue to make you taste your cunt. You suck lightly on his fingers, tasting yourself before he slips his hand out of your mouth, separating his spit-coated fingers to admire your hard work. “Good girl.”

Your eyes goes back down, staring at the outline of his cock in his boxers. He notices your stare, pulling his waistband down to reveal his long, thick cock, leaking with precum, ready to be stuffed inside you. “W-wanna feel you inside me~”

“Aw, but baby, I’ve fucked you dumb just from my fingers. You think you can handle my cock?” He presses the tip of his cock against your hole, pushing it in just enough to make you whine loudly. He smiles, seeing how fucked out you are so easily. He leans down to your ear, holding your hips in his hands. “Do you really want it?”

His voice is so deep and quiet that it makes you shiver, biting your lips before you can even speak. You breath for a moment to collect yourself. “Yes, sir. I want it.”

“Alright, baby.” Hyunjin gives you a peck on your lips before laying next to you, putting his hands behind his head. You look over at him puzzled, still collecting your breath. “Ride me.”

Hyunjin takes a condom out of his nightstand while you whine and breath more, trying to bring back any feeling to your legs. You regain your strength as he rolls the comdom onto his thick shaft.

You huff and sit up, wobbling before getting balanced on the soft bed. You finally pull off your panties before straddling him. Hyunjin throws his head back as you start to jerk his cock, feeling him twitch in your palm. With your free hand, you pull his pants down more to let you comfortably straddle his hips. As you lower yourself into him, you both groan loudly, you from the stretch and him from the tightness.

Hyunjin’s hands hold tightly onto your waist as you fully lower onto him, halting your movements to allow your cunt to adjust to his size. He bites his lip and stares at your face, admiring your beauty despite your messy hair and sweaty forehead. You slowly raise your hips, gripping Hyunjin’s cock with your cunt as you lower back down.

“You’re so tight, baby- fuck.” Hyunjin’s groans are loud as hell, echoing through the bedroom as you ride him, establishing a slow pace. You feel so full, his tip reaching deep inside you, and you love it. The stretch doesn’t bother you anymore, speeding up slightly. He watches your tits bounce on your chest, teasing him with their perky nipples and forming hickeys.

“Is sir close?” You feel him switch inside you at your question, his eyes squeezing shut as he nods and whines. His grip on your waist looses before his hands fall next to his head. You lean down and pin his wrists to the bed with your hands. Having your tits right in his face makes it even harder to keep his cool.

Suddenly, Hyunjin’s hips buck into you, fucking up into your tight cunt while you force yourself to stay still so he can let out his energy... and your legs were getting tired. He hits your spot with every thrust, desperately fucking you so he can release into the condom. You feel him inside you, his cum ballooning the tip of the condom, making you moan as he whines, saying your name like a mantra. He looks so hot under you, you can’t help but lean down and kiss his pretty, plump lips while he sits inside you.

“I thought I could last longer.” Hyunjin wipes the sweat from his brow as he pulls out of you, pulling off the condom, tying it, and tossing it towards his trash can. “You really know how to break me.”

He doesn’t realize that you’re still on top of him, moving down the bed to take his cock into your mouth. He winces when your hot tongue hits the tip of his cock. You lick up his shaft before taking him into your mouth, testing your gag reflex as you take him down your throat, your nose hitting his pelvis. His hands find home in your hair, pulling tightly as you bob your head on his member.

He’s totally speechless, his brain empty as you suck his cock like a pro. Your tongue feels like heaven on Earth, quickly making him fully hard again and bringing him close to another orgasm. He’s never been over stimulated like this before, whining like a cat in heat as he watches his cock disappear down your throat. You stare up at him, keeping eye contact even if he doesn’t look at you.

He twitches in your mouth, his cock spawning against your tongue as you increase the pace. He bites his lip harsh enough to draw blood as he cums again, your head raising so only the tip is in your mouth while one hand jerks his cock, milking him dry. His vision is fuzzy, mind even foggier. He can’t believe you just did that without a word.

You swallow his cum, wiping the drool off of your chin as you hop up and lay next to him, nuzzling into his chest. He puts an arm around you while you two cuddle in silence.

“You’re really good at that, Y/n.” He huffs, smiling as he looks down at you who’s drifting off to sleep. “Are you gonna sleep over?”

“I was hoping I could. And who knows? Maybe we can fuck in the morning before going to work.”

“Fuck, work.” Hyunjin sighs loudly before groaning from the reminder of all of his stress. “This won’t change our relationship ship at the office, will it?”

“Not publicly, no, but if you ever need to releive some stress during the day, just invite me up to your office and I’d be happy to help you, sir.” You both laugh, finally at ease in each other’s arms. As you drift to sleep, you can’t help but be excited for the proceeding weeks at your work.

This is exactly the raise you needed.

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Redeemed (Supernatural)

Redeemed Circuit 1/4

Y/N was previously tortured by Dean while he had the mark of cain. They thought she was a demon that worked for Abbadon. Turns out, she was just a human with an allergy to oil. A year later, Y/N was actually a prophet and the Winchester need her to find a way to trap Michael from the other world

Characters: Dean Winchester x POC!reader, Sam x reader, Castiel x reader

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"Please, I'm telling you that truth!" Y/N begs as Dean scraped his ugly blade against her clavicle. Sharp stings littering her body and extends to every cut that he made. They speak of Abbadon and demons. At first she called them psychos and high off their asses if they wanted her to believe that demons were real. It wasn't until she saw Dean's eyes flicker black that fear struck her silent.

These cuts and oil burning have been going on for days, and at this point, she wanted to beg for death. "You're going to tell me where Abbadon is," "I don't know where or who Abbadon is, I swear."

Her throat scratches against itself of soreness from her long screams. She was barely able to keep her eyes opened. He grabs her face and pulls her inches away from his.

"You disgust me," he insults before leaving the room. She winced as he slams the door shut and tears pricked her eyes for the hundredth time. The door creaks up but she doesn't bother lifting her head.

Footsteps near her and hand touches her arm. She pulls away from his rough, calloused hands. "Wait a minute, these are- Dean!" "No, please, don't bring him back here." She pleads. "It's alright, honey, I'm so sorry I didn't catch this sooner."

"I'm starting to think she doesn't know anything, we should just kill her." Dean says, making her whimper lightly. "No, look. She's breaking out into hives. She's have an allergic reaction, she's not a demon." Sam says.

She looked up at Sam through swollen eyes as he pulls her wrists and ankles from their restraints. "I'll get the first aid kit," Dean says before leaving the room again. "I am so sorry." "No, let me.. leave me at the hospital." "At the severity of your wounds, you won't make it to the hospital," Sam explains. "I'll take my chances,"

"Listen, I'll.. how about I help you. He doesn't have to touch you." She shakes her head and pushes him away. "Take me to the hospital or let me die." That was the last thing she said before blacking out completely.

A constant beep of a monitor is the only thing she hears. Her eyes slowly peel open to see her brother, Y/B/N holding his face in his hands. He must of heard her sit up because his head shot up and met her eyes with his red, puffy ones. "Y/N? Oh my God," he stands from his chair and takes one of her hands into his.

"We've been looking for you everywhere. And everyone thought that you were.. I'm just glad you're okay." He wipes away his tears with the cuff of his sleeve. No words came to mind to say.

Ironic, really because her mind is blank but her body has plenty to say. Between the stitches, the IV and Dean's punches, getting ran over sounds like a dream right now.

**

Sam and Dean were tired of standing around waiting to find out when Castiel will find the new prophet that was called forth. They just came back from a hunt and settled down after taking their showers.

They need the prophet to translate the angel tablet they found in the other world.The world where Mary and Jack resided. Hopefully it will help defeat Michael who is definitely coming over here into this world. Castiel just came back from Heaven in search of the next prophet, and what do you know, it's Y/N.

Castiel sets the file down on the table in front of the Winchesters and they opened to see Y/N's picture. "Oh you've got to be kidding me," Dean says, running a hand over his face. "Wait, you know her?" "Yeah, she hates us." Sam says. "It doesn't matter, she has a duty as a prophet to provide what the Lord set out,"

"Believe me, she would rather jump off a bridge than help us." "I'll bring her here," "No!" Sam says, making Cas stop his movements. "Let me just. I'll pick her up. Just tell me where she is." "The last I sensed her, she was in Boise, Idaho," "Do you need any help?" "She won't go if you're there, Dean."

"I know, I just.." Dean trails off and his gazs falls to the floor. "Nevermind," he adds before walking off. "What happened between them?" Cas asks. Sam shakes his head and says, "You don't want to know,".

Sam packs a go bag and takes the Impala to get Y/N. He drives around bars and shops and finally found me walking out of the grocery store with brown, paper bags in my hand.

"Y/N," Sam says as he approaches her. She pulls her head out from under the car. When she sees Sam, her eyes widen and she pulls out her gun. She aims it at him and takes off the safety. "Whoa, whoa! I-I'm not here to hurt. I just need your help." She slightly lower her gun and look to the Impala for Dean.

"He's not here," he says and she puts the safety on before tucking it under her belt. "You okay?" Sam asks. She raised her index finger before reaching back into the car for a writing pad.

"Help for what?" She writes and showed him. "Did something happen to your voice?" "I made a vow," she writes. "Because of Dean?" he asks.

She didn't say anything but she pulls the writing pad closer to her chest. "Listen, there is something coming. Something bigger than all of us, an archangel. And he's coming here to lay waste to our world. We may have something to stop it but we can't read it without a prophet.

"I know. I've been having visions." She writes. He nods and she looks at him for a moment. Almost as if he read her mind, he says, "I will make sure that he leaves you alone." "He's your brother,"

"What we did was wrong, but this isn't about us. It's about the world." "I know," "So you'll help us?" She nods before writing, "I need to get my computer first,"

**

It's been weeks since she went to the bunker for the first time. Seeing Dean for the first time in years sent chills down her body. Everything that happened, everything that he did to her was still fresh in her mind.

She has nightmares every night and wake up. It took her months to make sure she didn't scream herself awake.

"I don't know, Dean." "Oh come on, I'm not going to do anything," Dean says. They think she plays music while have earphones on when she is translating the tablet on her computer. Well sometimes, she does.

Other times she just put it on to listen in their conversations. "You know how she acts when you even look at her too long," "We have to learn to work together, especially with Michael coming here,"

"What do you think she's doing? She didn't have to help us. She could have said screw you and left us to die. But she's pushing past things," "Sam, you're just going for a milk run. It's not that big of a deal. She'll be fine." Dean says.

The sound of the door opening and closing echoes through out the bunker. She hears Dean walks behind her and she could feel the hairs on her neck stand up.

"I know you can't hear me but, I have to say it. Words can't even begin to express how much guilt I have weighing on my chest. It's so heavy that I can't even breathe. I--" she stands up from the table and take off my earphones.

She locks eyes with him for the first time she got there. She shake her head and closed her computer before rushing into her room to lock the door behind her.

Why the hell do I feel bad for him? He's the one that made my life hell! He doesn't deserve my forgivness. She thinks to herself. She collapses on the bed and sigh when she heard her phone chiming.

She reaches over the bed and into the nightstand to look at who was it was. She clicked on her Y/B/N contact and opened a new message from him.

It was a man with glowing blue eyes mainly in the frame but in the very left top corner, she saw her brother beaten to a bloody pulp. The background seemed oddly familiar Fear shudders through her body and she could feel it starting to freeze over.

"DEAN!" She yells. That was the first time she spoke in two years. Heavy footsteps run towards her room and before she could stand to open the door, he kicks the door in.

She showed him the phone and his jaw clenches. "He has my brother," "He's already here. Did you find anything important on the tablet?" "Yeah, I'm practically finished. There's a scepter like weapon with angel grace in it. That's the only thing that kill him."

"Do you have no idea where it is?" "Not me, but your angel friend can," "Alright, pack a go bag and meet me in the garage in 10," She nods and pull open the drawers when Dean says, "And Y/N?"

"Yeah?" "We'll get him back." She doesn't say anything and continued to pack. They packed clothes and weapons before texting Sam her address to meet.

Within a couple hours, they arrived at her house and there was an eerie vibe about it. Dean wanted her to wait in the car until Sam got there but she couldn't wait while that son of a bitch was hurting her brother.

She ran inside and Dean followed her into went to the house. Blood was smeared all over the walls and windows. The house stenched of metal and rotting flesh. She found my brother with his skull cracked open in the kitchen.

She heart was barely able to take seeing him like that but when she saw her niece with bruises littering her neck, she lost it.

That son of a bitch strangled her to death. She must have been so scared. Y/N cradled her cold, limp body in her arms and smooth out her soft, curly hair. "I'm so sorry, honey." She stand up but her eyes don't leave the corpse. "I need a minute," "Whatever you need," he says before leaving the room.

Anger boils her blood and yells erupted from her chest. She rushed out of the room and kicked the couch forwards. She grabbed the lamp and throw it against the wall.

She picked up the nightstand and slamed it on the ground with a satisfying crack. She kicked the nightstand and into the corner and standing in front of the family portrait.

Her fist finds its way through the picture and she just kept punching and punching. She didn't care if the glass was piercing through the flesh of my hands.

Sam finally arrives at Y/N's house with Cas. "I'll check around the perimeter of the house," Cas says. Sam nods and asks, "Where's Y/N?" Right on cue, she yells out in anger.

"Y/N," Sam tries to walk into the house but Dean holds him back. "Give her a minute. She found the bodies of her brother and niece," Dean explains. Sam sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair. "It's our fault," Sam says.

"I know. They would still be alive if she didn't help us," Dean says. "She's already been through enough," "He's gone. There's no trace of Michael." Cas says to them as he walks up the steps. "Damn it," Dean says.

Y/N is huddled in the corner with her bleeding hands. "Alright, Y/N, enough of this. There's only one thing left to do now." She stands up and walks out of the house. Their eyes fall to her hands and she noticed. "It's alright, don't worry about it." "We should at least cover it so it doesn't get infected." "I need to get this cleaned up," she says, motioning to the house.

"You don't have to do this alone, Y/N." "I'm used to it," she says, walking passed them and opening the garage. She pulls out a shovel and Sam gets in the way. "Y/N, please. Let us help," he explains.

"I know you feel guilty, but it's best if you leave. I'm not angry at you, I'm just tired of the people around me getting hurt." She looked from Sam to Dean and Dean steps closer to her.

"Well you're stuck with us. And we're all in." "Once I'm done here, I'm making sure Michael's head is on a pike. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Like I said, all in." Dean says. "Then start digging a pit at least a foot deep. We have to burn everything in that house." She says, handing them both a shovel.

"You've done this before?" Sam asks. "My brother did, and he told me in case something happened to him.." she trails off. "I'll get your hands cleaned up," Cas says, motioning to her hands. "Fine,"

[theladyofdeath]

The Cadre {20}

A Throne of Glass, 1920s Period AU.

Summary: Orynth became Aelin Galathynius’s kingdom the moment the Prohibition began. She sang every night, the voice of the city’s underground world, her cousin selling the liquor that was banned by the authorities. She was living the dream, young and free, until the Cadre, until Rowan Whitethorn, came into her life.

Since Rowan Whitethorn returned from war, everything had changed. His aunt wants to take his crown, old enemies have returned as business partners, and he can’t sleep without feeling as if he’ll be suffocated by the memories of war. Little did he know that when he came back home he would be leaving one battlefield and entering another.

All characters belong to SJM. I am no more than a fan with a plot.

**Warning: mature content - language, alcohol use, drug use, sex, murders and shit.

A/N: The end...

 I’ll be starting  In the Bleak Midwinter {The Cadre, Part 2} If I’ve tagged you in this, I’ll tag you in that, too! x

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“In the bleak mid-winter

Frosty wind made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone;

Snow had fallen, snow on snow,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak mid-winter

Long ago.”

They sang the words around the fire, and Rowan couldn’t help but laugh. The longer the night went on, every time Lorcan started the carol again, his words slurred more and more. The man was tone-deaf enough as it was, and the alcohol certainly didn’t help.

But it sure as hell kept them warm.

Winter had come, and as they sat in the war camp, there were only so many ways to stay warm and occupied as they waited for the next attack. Alcohol, fire, and laughter. The three ways to stay warm and keep sane during the war. 

He looked around the fire, at his men, covered in dust and dirt and scrapes and bruises, but they were all in one piece. Gavriel, Lorcan, Vaughan, Fenrys, and Connall. Sitting around the fire as the snow began to fall from the dark heavens, drinking and singing and laughing.

Together.

~~~~~

They walked down by the docks, Rowan at the head, Rhoe Galathynius to his left, Gavriel to his right.

Always his right hand man. 

It was vacant, no one in sight.

The cops that worked for Rowan had been paid to keep away, and to make sure their fellow officers did, too. They’d all met at the office that morning to run over their plan, one last time. Rhoe had kept true to his word, bringing Aedion, Chaol, Dorian, and Ren with him. 

When they made it to the warehouse that Arobynn occupied, he and his men were already standing outside, waiting.

Rowan was exhausted and sore, but he tried not to let it show. He didn’t wear his sling, and the extra pressure and movement of his shoulder sent pain shooting down his arm. He had laid awake, all night, Aelin in his arms as he thought about the war, begrudgingly, dwelling in the memories he tried so hard to leave overseas. 

It was a war they shouldn’t have come back from, but did. They made it back home to Orynth, where their shot at a second life awaited. 

Arobynn’s grin spread as they approached, and stopped, a good distance away. For a moment, nothing could be heard except for the water lapping up against the wooden docks. As Rowan had expected, Arobynn had brought all of his men, his Assassins, and there were twenty of them, as opposed to their eleven. 

Or, twelve, Rowan supposed. 

“Couldn’t find your aunt?” Arobynn asked at last. “Shame. I had high hopes for you and our...deal.”

Rowan nodded, slowly, as he admired the landscape around them. When he looked back to Arobynn, he cocked his head. “I looked everywhere, asked around, sent word to everyone I knew that had relations with Maeve. The only place I didn’t look, however, was in your bed. But, I assumed that would be intrusive.” 

Arobynn’s smile faltered, only for a second. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Rowan couldn’t help the little amused grin that tugged on his mouth. 

“One of my men was in the city this week, at the hospital with his girl...she’s pregnant, you see, you really should congratulate him,” Rowan said, and Arobynn’s eyes narrowed. “While they were there, he saw a familiar figure hurrying out the door, hat pulled down over her face, scurrying to a car being driven by one of your men.” 

He nodded to one of the men in the back of Arobynn’s pack, but Arobynn’s narrowed eyes didn’t leave Rowan’s. 

“It seems we owe you a congratulations, too,” Rowan continued. “I’ve concluded that you have been hiding Maeve away because she’s pregnant with your child, and you sent me on a mission that you knew I would fail at because you want me dead, so you can have my city. Meanwhile, you wanted Aelin Galathynius to lure Sam Cortland back from Eyllwe, but, lucky you, he came back before you could get her, only to proclaim how excited he was to take your place once your sorry ass got killed. But you had him killed, first, because he was no longer your chosen heir. Have I missed anything?” 

 “You always were smart,” Arobynn said, smiling wickedly, although it didn’t meet his eyes.

“Yes,” Rowan replied, simply. “I am. Now, being the smart young man that I am, I suggest we make a deal so we can all go home.”

Arobynn laughed, the malicious sound echoing off the warehouses around them. “Oh, no. It’s too late for all that. I have plans, you see. You’re still a child. A child cannot run a city.”

Rowan sighed, nodding slowly. Rhoe chuckled from behind him as Gavriel raised his chin. Rowan went on, “Very well. Then, if we must use guns, let’s use proper guns.”

Rowan looked up to the top of Arobynn’s warehouse, where Aelin Galathynius stood, holding a machine gun, pointed down at Arobynn and his men. She stood gallantly, without fear, like a goddess of war. Her blue eyes were lit with hatred and confidence, staring right at Arobynn.

Arobynn was fuming.

“I heard a rumor a while back that you had a set of machine guns,” Rowan crooned, loving the look on Arobynn’s face. “That was confirmed once I realized you killed Cortland. As we’ve previously discussed, it takes a certain type of gun to make such a precise shot from a distance. After that, finding them wasn’t so difficult, especially when Lorcan here got a hold of that one in the back.”

Arobynn stilled.

“That’s right,” Rowan said, shrugging. “You’ve got a traitor. And with a wave of my hand, Aelin opens fire on your men. She’s got a good shot with a pistol, imagine what damage she could do with that fucking thing. And she’ll enjoy every second of it, considering you killed her lover.” 

Arobynn’s jaw hardened, but then he was moving, grabbing his gun and lifting it to aim at Rowan’s head.

On both sides, weapons were drawn.

All but Rowan, who watched Arobynn, open hands at his sides. 

“There’s a reason this city belongs to The Cadre,” Rowan said. “And that will be the way it remains.”

Arobynn’s eyes were ablaze as he yelled, “Who is the traitor?”

When silence greeted him, he asked, once more, screaming it. “Who is the traitor?”

But that young man in the back, perhaps a year older than Rowan, was pointing his gun at the back of Arobynn’s head with a shaky hand.  

He fired.

And missed.

It missed Arobynn and crossed the dusty landscape.

Gunshots rang out from both sides as Arobynn turned around and shot the traitor down. The second he turned back to Rowan, though, was his end.

Rowan’s gun was out.

He pulled the trigger.

His bullet hit Arobynn in the middle of his forehead. 

The shooting stopped as Arobynn’s Assassins watched him fall to the ground.

Weapons were slowly lowered.

“Rowan.”

His name came from behind him, softly.

A deep voice.

Lorcan’s. 

He didn’t typically speak to Rowan so gently, so desperately, so full of fear and horror. Lorcan didn’t show emotion, not in front of others, surely not in front of the enemy. His name alone on Lorcan’s lips sent chills down Rowan’s spine.

Rowan turned, and as he did so, Rhoe said, “Go home. Battles done. Bury your leader.” 

And he went on, but Rowan didn’t hear a word more, because Connall and Fenrys were hovering over a limp body, the latter with his palm pressed against the crumpled form’s chest, trying to stop the blood streaming from his wound. 

Gavriel.

Connall looked over his shoulder and met Rowan’s gaze. “He’s still breathing.”

“Fuck,” Rowan breathed. “Carry him, come on. Lor, run ahead, get the car.”

Lorcan was off, and everything that happened next happened in a blur. The Assassins were gone, dragging Arobynn’s lifeless body away. Rowan and his men, and Rhoe’s men, were trailing after Fenrys and Connall as they carried Gavriel between the two of them. 

Aedion’s face was pale.

Rowan helped lay Gavriel in the backseat, and he hit the seats with a groan, a shaky hand clutching his chest. 

“Ride with him, take off your jacket, press it against the wound,” Rowan ordered. Fenrys nodded and did as he was told.

Connall and Vaughan loaded themselves inside then they were off, Lorcan driving as quickly as he could.

Rowan was left, watching them drive away through the clouds of dust. 

By the time Rowan reached the hospital, they’d removed the bullet, and he was sleeping, still unconscious. He’d lost a lot of blood. The doctor said he probably wouldn’t make it, but Rowan knew Gavriel.

He didn’t give up that easily.

He ordered the others to leave and closed himself inside of the hospital room with Gavriel. He laid, peacefully, bloodied shirts removed. He was bandaged up, his breathing slow, shallow.

Rowan sat in a rickety chair and pulled it up next to the cot. 

“You made it through the war,” Rowan began, voice low, but it seemed loud in the quiet, eerie space. “You cannot die in a bloody gang fight.”

Gavriel remained still.

“You carried me off a fucking battlefield while you were being shot at,” Rowan continued, shaking his head. “You fought through battle after battle after battle on the front fucking lines, so you better not die right here, right now. I won’t say the words, Gav, I won’t say the words, don’t make me say the fucking words!” 

With his luck, Gavriel would have to say the words to Rowan long before anyone said them to him. Gavriel was safe, cautious, wise. Rowan knew he wasn’t invincible, but he had always thought Gavriel was. He always thought Gavriel would outlast them all.

“We made it back from a war we shouldn’t have,” Rowan breathed, watching the slow rise and fall of Gavriel’s chest, covered in crimson stained bandages. “We were given a second chance at life, Gav, and it’s not over, not yet.” He shook his head as a heavy feeling sank into the pit of his stomach. He sat there for an hour, watching, waiting, but nothing happened, and perhaps nothing would. 

Rowan didn’t want to say the words. Didn’t want to confirm what the doctors thought, that Gavriel wouldn’t make it through the night. But this was a part of the life they had chosen. 

Whether they made it through one of the deadliest wars in history, or not.

So, Rowan stood, placed a hand on Gavriel’s shoulder, and said the words. “In the bleak midwinter.”

And then he left.

~~~~~

Lorcan walked into the pub, after unlocking it with his key, where Elide and Lysandra were waiting. 

Elide’s eyes widened at the blood on his shirt.

But Lorcan’s head shook, subtly. “Not mine.”

“Whose?” she breathed.

“Gavriel,” he said. 

Lysandra’s face paled.

“He’s alive, at the hospital,” Lorcan said, but Lysandra was already hurrying out the door. He slumped down in a chair and took off his hat, tossing it into the middle of the table.

“Drink?” Elide asked, quietly.

Lorcan nodded.

She walked away, and Lorcan listened to her move around. Her heels against the hardwood, the clinking of glasses and bottles. She came back with a glass of whiskey, and Lorcan quickly took it into his hand and pressed the cool rim to his lips.

“Aelin?” Elide asked.

“She’s with Rhoe,” Lorcan said, and a breath left Elide’s body. 

Elide nibbled on her bottom lip, as if she wanted to ask more questions, but didn’t. Lorcan reached across the table and took her hand. He gave her a soft, wistful smile. 

“It was a victory, that’s all that matters,” he said. “Arobynn’s dead, and I came back, so now you can marry me.”

Elide chuckled, eyes soft as she nodded. “Yes. I can. And I will.”

Lorcan brushed his thumb over the back of her hand before he brought it to his lips, her skin warm beneath his touch. 

“Gavriel will be okay,” Lorcan muttered, after a moment, more to himself than to Elide.

But Elide nodded, anyway, although she kept quiet.

They sat like that for a while, in comfortable silence, holding hands as Lorcan sipped on a glass of whiskey. 

They sat like that until nightfall came, hours having passed in the blink of an eye, the pub remaining closed, which was why it was so alarming when someone came pounding on the door.

Elide was up, quickly, hurrying to unlock it.

Fenrys swept in, still in his bloodstained shirt, his eyes wide, frantic.

Lorcan tensed.

But Fenrys didn’t have to say a word before Lorcan was on his feet.

Gavriel.

~~~~~

Lysandra had gone to the hospital to give comfort. Rowan had ordered everyone to leave, and Lorcan went to the pub to find Elide while the others made themselves distracted within and around the hospital. But Aedion remained, sitting in a chair just outside of the room, Lysandra sitting to his right.

He hadn’t said a word since they arrived, his face pale. Lysandra didn’t push him.

“I feel strange,” he said, at last, voice low.

Lysandra waited for him to continue, staring at his hands, fidgeting against one another.

“I should be upset, because he’s my dad,” he went on, shaking his head, slowly, “but I didn’t know him. At all. Then again, that makes it worse, because if he dies, I’ll never get the chance to. You know?”

Lysandra nodded, subtly. “He’s not gone yet, Aedion.”

“Yet,” he repeated, the word clipped.

Lysandra straightened. “That’s not what I meant.”

Aedion sighed, sinking into his chair. “I know. I just….we were supposed to meet at the pub later, you know? This….wasn’t part of the plan.” 

“I know,” she breathed, and was about to say something more when the door to Gavriel’s room swung open and Rowan stepped out. Without a word, he sat on the opposite side of Lysandra.

For a moment, no one moved.

No one said a word.

Then, Aedion pushed himself up and went inside of the hospital room, closing the door behind him.

“How bad is it?” Lysandra asked, once Aedion had gone.

Rowan shrugged. “Don’t know. Doesn’t look good. Doctors think he’s gone.”

“And what do you think?” Lysandra asked.

Rowan took a long moment to think about it, exhaustion weighing over him. “In the war, we used to sing this carol. Talks about the coming of the gods.” Lysandra listened intently, knowing full well Rowan didn’t have much respect for the gods. “Rebirth,” he went on, chuckling humorlessly. “Which is ridiculous, you know? You come, you're born, you die, that’s the way it is, there’s no coming back from death. And yet, we did. We should’ve died in that war, Lysandra. We should have never come back home. But we did. And on our way back, we thought about that fucking carol. And promised that when we died, when we were taken from this second chance at life that we should have never gotten, we would say the words over each other as a sign of respect, of recognition that our lives went further then they were supposed to.”

Rowan stopped talking, and Lysandra blinked. 

Rowan shook his head, slowly, eyes narrowed. “When I was in there, I said the words.”

She wanted so badly to help, to say something comforting, to make it all go away, the heartbreak, but Lysandra came up with nothing. Besides, Rowan wasn’t one to accept being comforted.

So they sat, in the silence, and waited.

~~~~~

Aedion walked into the hospital room and froze the moment the door closed behind him. There was a chair right next to the cot, but that seemed to close.

Gavriel looked younger, although gruesomely so, with his chest, bloodied and bandaged, slowly rising and falling, and his eyes closed. 

Aedion quickly looked away, to meander around the room. Gavriel’s belongings sat on a table in the corner in a big heap. His clothes, his boots, his gun. Aedion went to it, and picked up the pistol, weighing it in his hand. It was a beautiful gun, expensive, classic. He assumed it had been around a while. Perhaps Gavriel had owned it since Darragh’s leadership, when Aedion had been born.

After examining it for another moment, he went to put it back down atop Gavriel’s clothes, and froze. His jacket laid in disarray, open, stained with crimson. And there, peeking out of the inside pocket, the corner coated in blood, was the photograph Aedion had given him.

Gavriel and Aedion’s mother, Saoirse. 

With trembling fingers, Aedion set down the gun and picked up the photo. He had kept it, not only somewhere safe, but on him as he went into battle.

The blood was dried, staining the old black and white. 

They looked so young, so carefree, even though Aedion assumed their lives were nowhere near carefree. Gavriel was already pledged to Darragh, already involved in this dangerous, horrific lifestyle. And his mother, an Ashryver, the daughter of a gangster, pregnant, young, trying to keep her true love safe from being killed at the hands of her father.

And yet, none of that seemed to matter when they were together. Their eyes were bright, humored, their smiles radiant. 

This photograph was so precious that his mother had kept it locked away with her most private possessions. 

It was so precious that Gavriel had kept it, tucked away in his pocket, as he went to face off against Arobynn Hammel. 

Aedion stared, in awe, completely unaware that his eyes were blurring until he heard a rustling from behind him.

He spun around, the photograph still grasped in his fingers.

Gavriel laid where he had been, body limp, but his eyes were open, just a little bit, and he was watching his son.

Aedion stilled.

And then Gavriel chuckled, softly, and his head fell to the side against his pillow. His voice was quiet, raspy, slow, when he said, “You look so much like her.” 

Aedion laughed, because he wasn’t sure what else to do. He wiped away at the tear that had fallen down his cheek as he shook his head. “That’s what I hear.”

Gavriel’s smile widened, although his eyes fell shut once more.

Aedion was at his side, then, pouring a glass of water that he held up to Gavriel’s lips. Gavriel went to take the glass from Aedion’s hand, but the pain was too much, so he drank, slowly, before Aedion took the cup away and put it back down before sitting in the chair next to the cot.

Gavriel’s eyes were closed when he said, “Sorry I got shot. Ruins our plan for the pub, huh.”

A smile tugged on the corner of Aedion’s lips. “It’s a decent excuse.”

Gavriel huffed, and the room went quiet, only for a moment, before Gavriel said, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Aedion nodded, although Gavriel’s eyes were still shut. “I’m glad I don’t have to say goodbye after…” The words fell away from him. Aedion couldn’t convince himself to say the rest of the sentence out loud.

After just now finding you.

But Gavriel seemed to understand, because he said, “When I die, it won’t be because of the bullet from some fucking amateur traitor.”

Aedion snorted, although the words sent chills down his spine. He remembered the young man’s face. Perhaps he always would. The Assassin who betrayed Arobynn had meant to shoot his leader, but he had missed.

Hitting Gavriel instead.

Aedion was watching Gavriel when it happened, after the shot rang out. His shoulders had tensed, his hand had gone up to his chest. He had stayed on his feet for another moment before the pain took him down to his knees in the dirt.

Aedino cleared his throat as he rose from his chair. “I should let Rowan know that you’re awake, so he can tell the others.”

Gavriel nodded, barely, as much as he could. Just as Aedion neared the door, Gavriel asked, “You’ll come back, yeah?”

Aedion stilled, and looked over his shoulder to meet Gavriel’s weary gaze. He nodded. “Yeah.”

Gavriel smiled, softly. “Good.”

~~~~~

Aelin wandered around Rowan’s bedroom. He was awfully boring, it seemed, in the belongings he kept. She had hoped to gain something to pick on him for in his absence, as she awaited his return, but found nothing. Just when she was about to go see if Connall and Vaughan, who were sitting in the kitchen last time she’d been down, wanted to get a drink as they waited, heavy footsteps approached and Rowan appeared in the doorway. 

He stopped, seeing Aelin, and raised his brows. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Have you?” she crooned. “I heard the good news and came right over. Thought I’d wait for you here.”

Rowan chuckled and walked into the room, slowly, toward her. “It’s a good day when the enemy is defeated and none of your men die. Even if it’s just barely. Which, by the way, you were a badass.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, but she wouldn’t deny the victory. She felt like a badass. “I put the gun in your office and locked it up.” It’s what he’d asked, where Rhoe had taken her after the chaos of the morning. The machine guns that belonged to Arobynn Hammel now resided with The Cadre.

“You should’ve brought it back here,” Rowan mumbled, pulling her closer by the hips. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you holding that fucking thing, one more time, with maybe a little….less on.”

Aelin nudged him in the chest, but that only made his grin widen as he pressed his lips to hers. 

“Might I ask what you were doing in here while I was gone?” Rowan asked.

“Snooping,” she replied, simply.

Rowan tensed, and Aelin’s smile faded.

“Find anything interesting?” he asked, at last, and although his words were light, his shoulders remained stiff.

Aelin cocked her head. “No, but now I’m wondering what it is that you don’t want me to find.”

Rowan quickly regained his composure. “Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“I never lie.”

“That was a fucking lie,” Aelin said, stepping back.

Rowan sighed, exasperated. “I- You- There’s….”

Aelin couldn’t help but laugh, amused at the sight of Rowan Whitethorn, the leader of The Cadre, stuttering. 

His lips snapped shut as he turned away from her and went to the wardrobe in the corner. He opened it up and knelt before reaching back into the far corner.

When he stood back up and turned to face Aelin, he was holding a little velvet bag. Aelin said nothing as she watched him suspiciously while he approached.

Clearing his throat, Rowan pulled the ring out and held it up in his fingers.

“Where did you get that,” Aelin breathed. “That was-”

“Your mother’s, yeah,” Rowan said, watching Aelin as she stared wide-eyed at the ring. “Rhoe gave it to me. To give to you.”

“But it’s a wedding ring,” she said, quietly.

Rowan laughed, breathlessly. “Yeah, it is.”

“Are you saying you want to marry me?” she asked, finally meeting his eyes. “Because if you are, you have a shitty way of asking.” 

Rowan laughed, loudly within the confines of his little bedroom. “Gods, you’re a pain in the ass. Just say you’ll marry me and put on the damn ring.”

Aelin grinned. “No. Ask me properly.”

Rowan shook his head, smile remaining. He opened his mouth, then closed it, once more. He looked away from her, toward the wall, head still shaking when he said, “Alright.” He looked back to Aelin, who was waiting, humored, expectant, and he laughed, quietly, as he said, “I love you.” Her eyes softened, and he took her hands in his. “And I want nothing more than to be your husband.”

Aelin cocked her head to the side as she rested her palm gently against his cheek. “That wasn’t a question.”

Rowan rolled his eyes as he took a slow, deep breath. Then, he asked, “Will you fucking marry me, Aelin Galathynius?”

Aelin’s grin widened as she reached up on her toes and kissed him, softly. “Of course, I will.”

He slid the ring onto her finger, her mother’s ring, before picking her up and carrying her to his bed, where he dropped her down and climbed over top of her, his future wife.

And all was well.

For a while, anyway. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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The Art of Folding Laundry

Pairing: singledad!Bucky x reader

Summary: A moment of silence is all Bucky needs.

Words: 1700

Warnings: Fluff, kids (Bucky’s kids)

A/N: This is part of my singledad!Bucky series.

Slivers of light are starting to peek through the wooden blinds in the family room, he knows he only has another hour or so before the girls wake up. They’ll poke their heads in, bleary eyed and asking him to make a special breakfast; most likely an omelet or waffles with fresh berries.  

He takes a deep breath in and enjoys the silence. The few memories of quiet days rotating around his head, usually when the girls sleep or if they spend a night at a friend's house. Memories of life before fatherhood pop up from time to time. The battles, the carnage, the loneliness.  

He doesn’t belong to that world anymore.

He’s part of a world that once had dirty diapers and burp cloths and now his world is full of hair braiding and unicorns.  

And everything is calm during these wee hours of the morning.

The calmness, the eerie stillness around him before he would fire off a shot from his rifle.  This, this was the calm that spread over him now, as he reached over to pull another towel into his hands. Corner to corner, fold, corners again, fold, and they better match up perfectly.  

Add it to the pile.  

Repeat.

Bucky found great comfort in folding the laundry.

Pick up another towel from the basket. Fold. Repeat. He often felt that it was therapeutic; his brain stopped running in circles, his thoughts generally focusing around the girls.  

His girls.

He has a hard time remembering what life was like before them. They consume his thoughts most days. Every leaf that falls, every laugh he hears – he thinks of his girls.

Maybe he’s getting softer with each year that passes. There are no longer missions for him to go on; he gave that up long ago, when fatherhood became his number one job.

Piper came first; silently she fell into this world (and his arms) 8 years ago. He cut the cord and she was handed over to him first, her tiny eyes looked up and he swore that she knew he was her dad. Bucky had never felt love like that before and if anything, it got stronger as each day passed.

He pleaded for a second child and 15 months later, Riley was born. Oh, and did she come into this world screaming; red faced and hands in fists, punching at the cold air. Every day for the last 6 years has been an adventure with his younger daughter. She was the fire he needed, the motivation; his strength to keep going each day and to not give up.  

He was forever in debt to his daughters for making him a better person.

And then there was you.

He couldn’t put a name to it yet, whatever it was that was going on.  

Friend, confidant, oh he wishes he could up the ante. Lady friend, sweetheart, lover. He shouldn’t get so far ahead; his fantasies were pulling him deeper. He hadn’t even...  

“OOF!”  

The sudden shout and then feeling of sinking yanked him out of his dream-like state. He heard her giggles before he saw her limbs flailing from the centre of the laundry pile beside him on the couch.  

“Daddy you had the goofiest look on your face and you were bitin’ at your lip and you didn’t even hear me do my sneak attack. I must be getting really good at the super spy stuff!” Riley laughed, pushing the wash cloths and towels to the floor.  

Bucky tries to make a serious dad face at Riley but the washcloth resting on her strawberry blonde curls has his smiling ear to ear. “You goof,” he laughs, swiping the blue cloth off of her head.

“But I am the best super spy, right Pops? Better than Pip, right?” She crawls out of the pile and into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.  

“Yes, my sweet girl, even better than Pips. BUT she rules when it comes to listening to other people’s... CONVERSATIONS!” Bucky reaches his left arm behind the couch and scoops up his oldest daughter, who is so full of laughter than her face is turning red and tears and almost springing from her bright blue eyes.  

“POPPPPPPS!! PUT. ME. DOWN!”

He knows this is the end of his alone time but it is also the beginning of a new day with his daughters –and nothing will ever top that.  

He does wonder about you though. What are you doing this morning? Are you sleeping still? Maybe you are thinking about him as well. He watches Piper and Riley scamper off into the kitchen and hears the clank of the bowls and utensils that girls are taking out of the drawers. Once they are out of sight, he picks his phone up from the side table and opens up his messages. Last message, two days ago – he had wished you good luck before you went for your review at work. He should send you a quick text, see how things went. Maybe you wanted to come over for breakfast. He tapped a short message and sent it off, leaving it open for her to pop by anytime this morning.

Maybe she would fold laundry with him between giggles and quick kisses while the girls ran around in the back yard.

Maybe the girls could go by their friend's house and he could forget about the laundry and kiss you longer and brush the hair back from your face. You would shy away and hide behind it but he would want to see the way your eyes sparkled before and after his lips were on yours.  

“Pops, can we have waffles? The yummy chocolate ones you make, please?” Riley asks pushing her face right into his.  

“Yes, yes. How about you pull out the mix and set everything up on the counter, ok?”

“Sure thing,” she says, smiling wide, clearly happy that she can help Bucky and have her breakfast of choice.

The girls are silent as they scoop berries and whip cream into their mouths; their waffles have long been devoured (he has left two for you in the oven, he knows you how much you love them). There’s a quick tapping at the front door and it opens slowly, your voice shouting “Barnes family, I have come to eat all of your waffles! Where are you hiding them?”  

Riley stands up on her chair shouting “In the oven! THE OVEN!”

“Oh Barnsey, trying to keep me away from my sweet waffles. I see how it is.” She walks towards where Bucky is sitting at the table and reaches out, tickling the back of neck and giggling.

He pretends to be annoyed and tries to brush her hands off of his neck but she is determined to make him squeal, maybe even scream. Standing up from his chair, her hands still trying to tickle him, he turns quickly and pretends he is going to lunge at her. His girls are quick though and wrap themselves around him, Riley has managed to cling to his right leg, while Piper is pulling his left arm and telling him she is stronger than his fancy arm. Their giggling is contagious and he can’t help but join in. Once their laughter seizes, he unwraps his youngest from him leg and sends them off to get washed and dressed for the day. They both hug y/n and set off upstairs to get changed.

She moves to the oven and reaches in with her bare hand to retrieve a waffle, instantly taking a bit of the warm square. “Oh, these are extra good today, did you put extra love in it for me,” she says winking at him and hopping down the steps to the family room. She takes one look at the laundry on the couch and floor and raises her left eyebrow. “Well Barnes, you sure know how to rile a girl up,” she says poking at the laundry on the couch. “Are these the kind of dates you have planned for me?”

Bucky just stares and keeps staring until he starts feeling a bit uncomfortable and he knows that you can tell because a smile is slowly forming on your lips. She moves forward and before he knows what you are doing (he would have been a horrible super soldier around you) you’ve tackled him down on the couch. He smirks and thinks that, this is where he wanted you in the first place and now that he has you here, what is he going to do with you. A week has passed since you had kissed, while lying in the backyard, staring at the clouds together. He’s pulled out of his thoughts when you shift above him, straddling him and staring back into his eyes.

“Well Barnes, do I get to kiss you now?” Her left eyebrow has lifted as the she speaks; he loves how she looks at the very moment and nods his head in response. “Good. A week was too long not being able to be this close to you.”

Oh, and does he ever want to be closer than this with you.

She leans down, her hair tickling his face right before their lips are touching, Bucky’s flesh hand moves to her side rubbing it softly and shifting her dress around. “Better not lift that too high Barnsey, you don’t want your girls to see anything.”

“That’s not, that’s not what I was tryin’ to...”

“I’m just trying to work you up, you goof. I know you wouldn’t even fathom doing something like that.” She leans runs a hand through his hair and leans down into another kiss.  

He hears their feet, elephant like, bounding down the stairs and quickly shifts y/n off into the laundry pile that still remains on his couch. “Is this your way of telling me that you want me to finish folding your laundry? You could have just asked instead of throwing me into it,” she jokes.

Bucky chuckles at her smart-ass response and turns to catch Riley as she is about to wrap her arms around his neck.  

“Ha! Not this time, sweet pea! I heard you thumping down the stairs like a wild animal!” He pulls his youngest into a big bear hug and kisses the top of her head. “Go get your shoes on and we’ll meet you in the backyard, ok?”  He watches Riley run off to grab Piper and their shoes a nd when he turns back around to give y/n a quick kiss she whispers in his ear,  

“So, what’s our next date? Are you going to teach me how to fluff the pillows on your bed?”  

[ibelongtonegan]

Triple Play (Negan/Reader/Simon one-shot)

This fic was originally intended to be my entry for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash​​’s birthday challenge ages ago, but then life and a moody muse turned it into a forever WIP. And yet I just could not get story idea out of my head and did not stop until it was completed.

My prompt was “Technology – Walkie Talkies”.

Summary: some secrets are better left untold…or are they?

Characters: Negan x Reader x Simon

Word count: 5,616

Warnings: angst, dirty talk, smut, swearing

Tags (tagging my forevers and those who expressed interest in this fic at some point): @negans-network​, @i-am-negan-trash​, @emoryhemsworth​, @ridingmoxley​, @ladysyn, @sleepylunarwolf​, @letsby​, @tatertotandcassie​, @annablack1102​, @genevievedarcygranger​, @daisysouthmoore​, @hughxjackman​, @ofxallxwexlost​, @negans-wife​

I appreciate feedback and most days don’t bite. So don’t be shy to comment, message or ask me anything!

“Okay, Y/N, your turn. Dwight, Negan, Simon,” Laura chirped, her voice hissing with static. 

Your lips curled up into a wide grin as you raised the radio to your mouth.

“Fuck Negan, marry Simon, kill Dwight.”

“Damn, girl. That was quick!” Arat’s laugh echoed through the speaker. “You could have at least pretended to think about it for a minute.”

The Virginia sun was beating down with all its might as you made your way through the field in the knee-high grass. You retrieved the water bottle from your backpack, but the few gulps of lukewarm water did little to wet your parched throat.

Negan had sent out a search party for two workers who were stupid enough to break into the storage room and steal various supplies, but not smart enough to take a car to make their escape. It was just a question of time before they were captured, but you hoped it was going to happen before dinner. It was Friday, and tonight’s menu was going to be mac ‘n cheese. A hot meal and a cold shower, you craved nothing more. 

You wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand while scanning the tree line for movement, but everything looked peaceful. Despite a badly decomposed walker that stumbled out of the forest about an hour ago, the search was uneventful. To kill time, Arat proposed to play ‘Fuck, marry, kill’ on the back-up channel, which she swore was safe from prying ears since nobody ever used it.

“Poor D, why would you hurt him?”

Laura could not hide the reproach in her tone. She had had a crush on Dwight since forever but didn’t dare to make a move on him, not even months after Sherry had married Negan.

“He’s a good dude, but not my type, sorry, not sorry.”

“Okay, what about Simon?” Arat chimed in. “I didn’t think you were the marrying type.”

The chorus of cicadas fell silent in the background as the transmission ended.

“I’m not, but I can’t fuck him too if I marry Negan.”

“Wait...what?”

An amused smile spread on your lips at the frantic reaction.

“Well, you know the rules. If you marry Negan, you can’t be with anybody else but him, right? But what if I want to fuck both him and Simon? The only way is to marry Simon and cheat on him with Negan. Or better yet, to coax them into a threesome.”

“Okay, I get Simon. He’s funny, has a killer swagger and that moustache must feel like heaven on your pussy,” Laura pondered. “But Negan…I mean, he’s hot, but also volatile, dangerous, and rough. He must be an animal in bed. I bet even his cum-face is scary.”

“I choose to accept the mission and find out for your peace of mind. I think he made Sherry come at least three times last night. Lucky bitch,” you sighed with envy recalling the sinful noises you overheard from Negan’s room.

“Then why don’t you volunteer to become a wife?”

“I worked my ass off to become a Savior, and will not give it up to sit around in the wives’ lounge, eat candy and paint my nails all day. I’d rather keep my job and fantasize about Negan and Simon while rubbing one out at night.”

The conversation was interrupted by your radio emitting a long beep, pulling you back to reality and the task at hand. You stopped in your tracks and switched to the primary channel.

“The search is over, we have the sorry shits in custody,” you heard Negan’s gravelly voice announce, his patience evidently worn thin. “Everybody get the fuck back to base now!”

You felt a pang of sorrow for the escapees. They were no doubt going to receive a painfully thorough ironing after dinner.

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

An hour and a shower later you were on your way to the canteen with Arat and Laura in tow. The scent of melted cheese and spices filling the corridors made saliva pool in your mouth.

You devoured the plate of pasta within minutes and chugged two glasses of water to quench your thirst after the savoury meal. Feeling full and sleepy, you rested your chin in your palm, while Arat and Laura engaged in a heated debate over which of the newbie Saviors they wanted to fuck, marry and kill respectively. 

“Evening, ladies,” Simon stopped by your table, his hands resting on his hips. After giving the two girls a quick nod, his eyes settled on you. “He wants to see you, Y/N, in his room.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. Negan didn’t summon anyone but his wives at such a late hour and he had never asked to see you in his room before.

“Something wrong?”

“Everything’s A-Okay. The boss man just wants to have a word with you in private. Let’s not keep him waiting,” Simon gestured towards the door, his usual smirk never faltering.

You stood up from the table and gave Arat and Laura a wink before following Simon out of the canteen.

“I thought he was going to punish the escapees after dinner,” you stated rather than asked while trying to keep up with Simon’s long strides.

“Tomorrow,” he muttered under his breath. “There’s another matter he wants to deal with tonight.”

His curt response caught you off-guard, but you attributed it to him being hungry, since you had not seen him at dinner earlier.

Simon led you to the top floor and stopped before a large mahogany double door. Knocking twice, he turned the knob without waiting for an answer, and motioned for you to step inside.

Negan’s quarters looked nothing like other parts of the Sanctuary. It felt like entering the suite of a five-star hotel and you couldn’t stop looking around in amazement. The room was lavishly furnished with furniture and accessories from an expensive interior design store the Saviors had looted on your first run. There was a giant four poster bed to your left, decorated with grey, satin bedsheets and neatly arranged pillows, and to your right a comfortable black leather couch with two matching armchairs surrounding a coffee table. A bar area was set up in the corner complete with leather stools and a selection of spirits. The private bathroom was hidden behind a black door on the opposite wall, but you imagined it to be just as extravagant. Negan had a taste for the finer things in life, like beautiful women, good food and his luxurious apartment was no exception. Your room looked like a mouse hole in comparison.

Negan was sitting behind his desk, several papers splayed out before him next to a tumbler filled with amber liquid. His leather jacket was draped over the back of his seat, but his signature red scarf was still draped around his neck. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast an eerie light on his face. He looked up from the ledger in his hand and beckoned you closer, pointing at the chair in front of him.

Simon strode over to the couch behind you and plopped down, the leather squeaking under his weight. You were surprised to see him stay, but Negan didn’t seem to mind his number two’s presence in the room. He took a small sip of his drink and leaned back in the armchair, studying you with an unreadable expression.

Negan had always treated you fairly, appreciating your scavenging skills and rewarding your hard work. You climbed the imaginary career ladder at the community from common worker to lieutenant thanks to your tenacity, courage and ability to handle Negan’s short temper and crude humour. Along with Arat and Simon you were one of his most trusted soldiers, carrying out his orders and accompanying him on runs. You had been infatuated with him from the start and often found your eyes lingering on your formidable leader, but seemingly he had never expressed an interest in you.    

With Simon your attraction began on your first run to Alexandria, when you were assigned to ride in the same truck and hit it off right away during the long journey. Simon was funny, smart and cute in a rugged way, and soon the two men occupied your dreams, with the three of you ending up having hot, messy sex on every vertical and horizontal surface imaginable. Yet, you did your best to act professionally around them, not letting your secret obsession interfere with your work.

“Something you wanna tell me?” Negan jolted you from your thoughts. “Anything you’d like to confess?”

“I’m not a religious person, sorry,” you pursed your lips to suppress a smile.

Simon snickered behind you, but Negan seemed unfazed by your cheekiness. He swirled his whisky a few times, his touch leaving random marks on the foggy surface of the glass.

“Okay, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I took an extra serving of the apple pie at dinner last night. It was too delicious to resist.”

Negan narrowed his eyes at you and stroked his chin, his gloved fingers scraping his salt-and-pepper stubble.

“Or if this is about the crime novel I haven’t returned to the library, I know it’s almost a month overdue, but I still have two chapters left and want to know who the killer is.”

You heard the sound before your eyes could register the motion as Negan slammed down his glass on the desk. You expected it to shatter into a million pieces, but the tumbler miraculously survived the impact, the ice cubes clinking against each other in protest.

“Careful, Y/N. You don’t wanna test my patience.” 

You gulped hard, feeling an uneasy chill go down your spine. Negan was usually up for jokes, but he was evidently not in the mood for them now, and you could not shake off the thought that you were the reason for it.

He stood up and keeping his gaze fixed on you rounded the desk before leaning against it, resting his hands on the edge. His crotch was level with your eyes, and you straightened up in your seat to avoid having to look at the impressive package in his pants.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you opted for honesty.

Negan pushed himself away from the desk and started circling you. His looming presence behind you made the hair stand up on your back, but you fought the urge to turn around.

“I don’t take lightly to my Saviors keeping secrets from me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you asserted but regretted it immediately when Negan’s face appeared in your peripheral vision.

“Bullshit!” he snarled against your ear. “What about that little girl talk over the radio this afternoon?”

His words made the blood drain from your face. Closing your eyes, you wished the ground would miraculously open and swallow you up.

“Imagine my surprise when during today’s run, I heard one of my top gals confess over the back-up channel that she was fantasizing about me and my right-hand man while rubbing one out at night.”

If the blood had gone from your face before, it now rushed right back up as you felt your cheeks grow hot.

“That shit made me very, very disappointed.”

Negan stepped back in front of you, and crossing his ankles leaned against the desk. The intensity of his stare made your heart sink. You tried to guess how much of your radio conversation with Arat and Laura he could have heard. If luck was on your side, he only caught the last part. If not...

…you didn’t even want to go there.

“We were just…joking. A silly chat between us girls to pass the time,” you shrugged, feeling perspiration bead on your forehead. 

Negan studied your face intently weighing your words.

“What do you make of this, Simon?”

“She’s lying, boss,” came the merry retort from the couch.

You head snapped around in protest but Negan grabbed your chin with his gloved hand, forcing you to look at him.

“I think you’re right,” he mused in a sing-song voice, his face so close that you could smell his body wash and the faint trace of whiskey on his breath. ”Get over here and give me a hand, will you?”

You heard Simon’s heavy boots cross the room and stop behind you. Negan gave him a knowing look and before you knew it, your arms were yanked back, and held firmly behind the chair.

“Where were we, doll?” Negan let go of your chin and crouched down in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. “Oh, yes. You fantasizing about me and Simon nailing you.”

He licked his lips slowly and your eyes followed the motion instinctively.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Cat got your tongue? You were very talkative over the radio earlier,” Negan taunted sardonically.

You closed your legs to put some distance between your bodies, but Negan squeezed your thighs in warning and forced them further apart.

“Tell me what you thought about last night.”

You squirmed in your seat, Negan’s command ringing in your ears in the deafening silence that followed.

“You said that you were listening to me fucking Sherry. What did you think about to get off?”

Your eyes went wide like saucers and you desperately tried to come up with a plausible excuse, but your mind went completely blank. Sharing a kinky fantasy over the radio with your best friends was one thing. But confessing it face to face to the very subjects of it?

“Careful, Y/N,” Negan warned sensing your stalling, his mouth tightening into a thin line. “I want the truth on this one.”

You went limp in Simon’s grip with an exasperated sigh. As much as you hated to admit defeat, they cornered you. You held your head up high and gave Negan a defiant look. If he wanted to hear the truth, you were going to tell him just that, consequences be damned.

“We were in the meeting room, at the usual Monday briefing for the lieutenants. I disagreed with your order, and we got into an argument over it. I knew that I was pushing your buttons but the more riled up you got, the more it turned me on.”

Negan looked at you with a faint smirk, as if the same idea had crossed his mind before.

“You decided that if I was bold enough to backtalk in front of your men, then I would also be punished in front of them. Simon pinned me down on the meeting table, and the two of you took turns having your way with me.”

Negan’s pupils dilated, the primal reaction urging you to continue.

“All the lieutenants were watching us with hunger and envy that they could only look, but not touch or taste me. I was completely exposed and at your mercy, and yet felt safe and in control of the situation, because that was exactly what I wanted. To be taken, dominated, marked and used for your pleasure. You kept teasing me, edging me, until I was a begging mess. And in the end, you came inside me, breeding me.”

Negan tsked with a shake of his head.

“And you were hiding all of this from me? Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But don’t worry, we will rectify the situation right now.”

Your heart dropped as the meaning of his words sank in. This was it. You were going to be demoted, lose your friends, the respect of the Saviors and could never go near Negan and Simon again. Or they would kick you out of the Sanctuary even. And all of this because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Now you knew why the ironing of the escapees had been postponed. Negan had deemed your punishment more urgent.

“You wanna pay close attention to this, because I’m only going to say it once. Hearing your dirty little confession over the radio made me and Simon hard as steel. So we decided to make your wish come true.”

You blinked twice, expecting to wake up from what seemed to be the weirdest dream you had ever had. You were never going to stuff yourself full of food before bed again.

“But I have two conditions. Are you with me, doll?”

You nodded weakly as Negan’s fingers drew a zigzag pattern on your jeans.

“One: as much as the thought of fucking you in front of my men is tickling my balls, I am not letting those fuckers lay their eyes on you. It’s going to be just you, me and Simon.”

The offer sounded more than fair to you.

"Two: you know well I don’t share my gals with anyone, except for when I have a moresome with my wives, and I only allow them to fuck each other because I get to watch. What’s mine is mine.”

Your breath hitched as he moved his hands further up, the tip of his fingers skimming the apex of your thighs.

“But since your fantasy involved my right-hand man as well, I’m willing to bend the rules just this once.”

Heat pooled in your belly as you watched him, mesmerized by his usually hazel eyes darkening to dark chocolate.

“So, tonight I get exclusive membership at your pussy bar, no exceptions. You will be my little breeding bitch only,” he stroked your clothed centre, eliciting a pathetic whine from you. “As for other parts of your body, sharing is caring.” Negan looked up at Simon flashing his pearly whites, before his eyes settled back on you.

You stared at him at a loss for words. One part of you was cheering you on to seize the opportunity and accept the indecent proposal, while the other was adamant that you were going to wake up any minute. Negan lifted his gloved hand to your cheek and traced your lower lip, expecting an answer. You let your body do the talking and opened your mouth to run your tongue over his thumb, tracing a shiny path on the black leather. If this was indeed just a dream, you were going to make sure it would be a wet one. 

“Damn, Simon, I knew she was going to be trouble from the moment we met her,” Negan drawled, his eyes heavy with desire.

Grabbing the back of your head he pulled you up and claimed your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth possessively. Simon pushed the chair out of the way and pressed himself into your back trapping your body between him and Negan. Even through two layers of clothing you could feel the outline of his hard-on, earning a low moan from you.

“Easy, Simon,” Negan grinned wickedly, sucking and nibbling on your neck. “We don’t want her to cum just yet.”

Closing your eyes, you rested your head on Simon’s shoulder to offer Negan easier access to your skin. Lost in the pleasure the two men were showering you with your right hand went to cup Negan’s bulge, while you grabbed the back of Simon’s head with the other and arched your back against him.

“Looks like someone’s eager,” Simon murmured grinding into your ass.

“She’s not the only one,” Negan hissed. “Let’s get her out of these fucking clothes, before I blow my load in my pants.”

He lifted your shirt over your head, and Simon unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off your legs along with your boots. You felt self-conscious standing before the two men in nothing but your underwear but Negan’s lustful gaze and the appreciative rumble in Simon’s chest chased all your insecurities away. Simon unclasped your bra and you dropped your hands to your sides, letting it slide down onto the floor. He went for your panties next, but Negan stopped him with a grunt, reminding him of the exclusive territorial rights he had established earlier.

Simon seemed unfazed by the setback and put his plan B in motion peppering your neck with sloppy kisses. He placed his right hand on top of yours, and guided it from his crotch to your front, tracing your belly button with the tip of your fingers, before slipping them inside your panties and brushing your slit.

His ingenuity impressed you, but Negan didn’t share the sentiment. 

“Hands off, Simon, her pussy is mine,“ he bared his teeth at him.

The primal gesture combined with the possessiveness in his voice made your insides coil with anticipation. Simon held his hands up with a smug look and licked his fingertips, his eyes closing in delight as he savoured the taste of your arousal.

Negan yanked your panties down, the disapproval over your complicity in Simon’s crime evident on his face. Simon kneeled on the ground and lifted the garment to his nose to take a whiff, before letting it fall on top of your discarded clothes.

“I think we should catch up with her, Simon” Negan suggested, his eyes drinking in your nakedness.

He took off his shirt revealing tufts of dark chest hair and various tattoos, some faded, some more recent looking. You heard Simon unbuckle his belt behind you and looked back over your shoulder to steal a glance. He was bulkier than Negan, his muscles defined, and chest fully shaved. You watched the piles of clothes grow by their feet until they stood before you completely naked, their cocks standing proud against their bellies. Simon’s was thick and veiny, Negan’s long and smooth, but both impressive in its own right. You bit down on your lip, yearning to taste them.

“Like what you see, doll?” Negan flicked his tongue suggestively at you. “Get on your knees and show Simon what that smart mouth is capable of,” he instructed pointing down on the ground. “But don’t make him cum yet.”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” you purred.

“We shall see when you choke on his dick,” Negan replied darkly before turning to his right-hand man. “Show her who’s the fucking boss here.”

Simon didn’t need to be told twice and placing his hand on your shoulder pushed you down on the carpet. You grabbed his cock and gave it a few pumps before licking off the drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip. He sighed out loud, as you closed your mouth over the head and sucked gently, enjoying the salty taste. You swallowed him inch by inch, tracing every vein with your tongue, until he was buried deep in your throat. His hands tightened in your hair to keep you still, eliciting a muffled whine from you, your lips vibrating around his length. When you could no longer fight the need to gag, you began to move, bobbing your head up and down.

Opening your eyes, you searched for Negan and found him getting comfortable in the chair you had been sitting in before. He was watching your every move, legs wide open, stroking himself lazily. You mirrored his pace instinctively and sucked on Simon in sync with his palm fisting his dick. Negan sucked on his teeth as he watched your cheeks bulge rhythmically.

You pulled back and swirled your tongue around the crown like catching drips from a melting ice cream cone. Simon lowered his hand to the back of your head, spreading his fingers wide for a solid hold, and started fucking your mouth with abandon. Your throat was contracting and burning with every thrust but you didn’t mind the discomfort, feeling a rush of blood go to your core from him using you just like you had imagined.

“That’s enough,” Negan barked, but Simon was too far gone in pleasure to listen, his eyes closed, and head thrown back. You kept your eyes on Negan to show him that you had heard him and doubled your efforts, forming a ring with your thumb and index finger around the root of Simon’s shaft, and cupping his balls in your free hand. You knew that you were playing with fire, but the thrill was too tempting to resist.

Negan’s mouth twisted into a snarl and he jumped up from the chair to advance on you, his manhood swinging with every step like a metronome. You felt a sharp tug on your hair and let Simon slip from your mouth, a string of saliva hanging off your chin.

“I said, enough!” Negan repeated and pulled you up into a standing position. “Simon, take a time-out before you bust a nut.” 

You felt him swat your ass hard and yelped in surprise.

“This may be your fantasy, doll, but I call the fucking shots here and will not hesitate to dole out some hard punishment, if you don’t follow my orders,” he seethed.

Still holding you by the make-shift ponytail he pushed you towards the bed and showed you down on the mattress.

“On your back, arms above your head.”

You laid back down against the pillows as you were told. Negan knelt between your legs and spread them apart by your knees.

“Well, would you look at this creamy little mess in here!” his eyes gleamed with unadulterated joy.

Getting on his elbows, he traced your mound with his lips, his mouth barely touching you, the combination of the scruff of his beard and his warm breath tickling deliciously. Your hands fisted the sheets as he licked your pussy from bottom to top, before dripping the tip into your opening, and lapping up your juices with relish. He peeked up at you through his long lashes, watching your reactions. His lips were sticky with your arousal as he ate you out shamelessly as if you had been his last meal on Earth.

You looked to your right to find Simon sitting on the couch, watching the two of you with drowsy eyes. He was trying hard to comply with Negan’s orders, but it was evident how much he wanted to touch himself as he fidgeted in his seat, his cock begging for attention.

Negan moved his tongue to your clit and sucked it between his teeth, the sensation exquisite and overwhelming at the same time. You cried out and digging your heels into the mattress lifted your body to move away from him, but he wrapped his fingers around your thighs holding you in place. His tongue continued its sensual assault alternating between slow, soft flicks, and fast, greedy slurps. The variation of the tempo and intensity combined with the thrill of not knowing what his next move would be was driving you crazy with want.

You bucked your hips to maximize the contact between your bodies, he, however, had other plans and sat back on his heels. Pulling you down by the waist until he was kneeling between your thighs, he lined himself up at your entrance and began grinding against your heat, coating his length with your wetness.

“Negan...” you whimpered and raised your pelvis to make him slide inside you, but he restrained you by putting his hand on your stomach.

“Not yet.”

Getting impatient you reached for his dick, but he slapped your hand away.

“I said, not yet! Simon, come here!”

You felt the bed dip and calloused hands pinning your wrists down on the mattress. Tilting your head to the side you continued to suck on Simon, eager to finish what Negan’s intervention had interrupted earlier.

You arched your back off the mattress as Negan pinched your right nipple and rolled it between his fingers. He grazed your left nipple with his teeth, before sucking it into his mouth and blowing on the stiff peak, his saliva feeling like a cool ointment against your overheated skin.

“Please...” you gasped, not sure if you were asking him to stop or to go on.

“I think she’s learned her lesson,” Simon gritted his words, the sensory overload of your lips on him, and the sight of Negan toying with you pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

“I don’t think so, Simon. But it looks like she will milk you dry any minute, and I want to fuck this pretty pussy raw finally.”

Negan positioned himself at your dripping cunt and slid inside, inch by inch. You cried out in ecstasy from the sweet pressure of him stretching you wide. When he was buried to the hilt, he remained still, and taking hold of your ankles, spread your legs wide.

“Look at that, Simon, how she is taking my big, fat dick like a champ?”

He finally began to move in a painfully slow rhythm, enjoying as your warmth enveloped him. Crossing your legs for a closer fit he placed your feet on his shoulder, the penetration so deep that you let out a cry with every thrust. Your entire body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and your damp strands of hair stuck to your forehead. You were exposed and at the mercy of the two men, but had never felt this free and complete. Tension was building in your stomach and you closed your eyes to absorb yourself in the moment.

Negan, however, pulled out abruptly, earning him a frustrated mewl from you that he rewarded with a slap delivered on your swollen clit.

“On all fours, doll. I want to fill this fertile pussy full of my cum.”

Simon let go of your arms and sat back against the headboard. You rolled over lifting yourself up on your elbows, barely able to support your own weight. Negan lifted your ass up and placing his palm between your shoulder blades pushed you down in Simon’s lap. When he was satisfied with the angle, he rammed into you again, his fingers digging into your hips. 

“Are you going to cum on my cock, like a good girl?” he growled and spanked your ass hard.

You cried out an affirmative and continued to pleasure Simon while chasing your own release. A few seconds later you felt every nerve ending in your body tingle and warmth spread to your core. Your toes curled inward as your body surrendered to the inevitable and waves of ecstasy washed over you, dulling your senses for what felt like several minutes. The vibrations of your moans around him made Simon succumb to his own climax. He started twitching and throbbing, before spurting his seed down your throat. You swallowed every drop hungrily before releasing his softening member from your mouth.

Negan let you ride out your high, and then picked up the speed again. Fisting your hair, he pulled your head back twisting your body in an unnatural shape as he continued to pound you. His hand curled around your neck, his fingers squeezing hard enough to make black spots appear in your vision and blood drum in your ears. Drops of sweat fell from his chest to your ass tickling down to your sides and onto the sheet as he rode you, not losing his rhythm for a second.

His moves became more urgent, until he buried himself inside you one last time. He groaned a series of expletives under his breath before biting down on your shoulder as he came inside you, coating your inner walls with his cum. His fingers released their grip around your throat, allowing much-needed oxygen to fill your lungs and a second orgasm, even more intense than the first, consume you. You collapsed on the bed all strength leaving your limbs, as the room came back into focus, your heightened senses perceiving everything all at once.

Negan rolled off of you onto his back, his arm resting over his eyes, as Simon laid down against the pillows, a sly grin plastered over his face.

“Damn, boss,“ he wiped his brow with his thumb. “If only all dreams came true.”

Your reply was a tired but satisfied hum of agreement. A girl could dream, but making it come true was so much better.

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You stirred awake at the break of dawn. Taking in your surroundings you realized that you were still in Negan’s bed. It was dark outside, but the first rays of the sun peeked through the heavy curtains. You felt spent and sore, your skin sticky with the remnants of sweat and dried cum. The bitemark on your neck was still tender, but you wore it with pride as proof of Negan’s claim over you. Turning your head, you found him lying sprawled out on his stomach, his breathing deep and even, but Simon’s side of the bed was empty, the wrinkled sheets cold already.

You sat up carefully, searching for your clothes in the dim light, when you felt a strong arm circle around your waist.

“Where do you think you’re going, doll?” Negan’s raspy drawl made you shiver.

“Back to my room?” you looked at him over your shoulder.

“Nuh-uh,” he pulled you back against his chest. “You are staying. I want you all to myself for round two in the morning. And after that I may even change my mind about fucking you at the Monday briefing.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” you tried to untangle yourself from his hold but were easily overpowered after a playful struggle and his expert fingers finding your tickle spot.

“Just sass me, doll, and you shall see, along with all the filthy ideas I have on my mind.”

The alluring promise made you relax against him, dark words whispered in the twilight lulling you back to sleep, and another fantasy taking shape in your imagination already.

[a-jynx]

A Family’s Matter |Part 1: Another Paradise

They fell in love, they moved away to California, they got hitched and had a shotgun wedding. A surrogate was kind enough to give them their daughter, Maxine. Billy got his dream job, along with signing up to take over his own mechanic garage... Their lives seemed perfect - well, almost perfect. 

Pairing| Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington 

Warnings| Cursing, mentions of abuse, small amounts of drinking, smoking, physical fighting, blood {chapter will have warnings appropriate it!}

Taglist is opened and people can be added or removed! Just let me know! 

Please, enjoy it! Feedback is the glue to my writing! 💕

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Have you ever found paradise? Not THE paradise, but… the paradise that belongs to -  you? That holds you tightly in the middle of the night after a nightmare? Makes your coffee the way you like? Or, perhaps gives you a life that you believed you would never live? 

Because Steve James Harrington did. 

The cold winds and bone-chilling pasts that lived back in Hawkins, Indiana still haunted the back of his mind - scratching at his brain and thoughts as if trying to claw it’s way back into his mainframe. However, he escaped that. He escaped that cage that was made of homophobes and tall trees, the small town sitting pretty in the middle of fuck-ton nowhere. But, here he was. The California sky bright and blue, the practically white sun glaring down and easily - quickly - warming the Harrington-Hargrove apartment. Steve could live with a smile, a genuine one, almost all the time. He lived happily with his Billy Boy by his side… He couldn’t be happier. 

“Steve! Have you seen my button-up?!” Billy called from their bedroom, the sound of his boots stomping around on the soft carpet made Steve smile to himself. 

“Babe, it’s in the bathroom on the back of the door... Y’know? Where you hung it after you took your shower?” Steve couldn’t help but laugh to himself while waiting for the coffee to finish before turning to be greeted by the sight of his husband sautering in. He looked good - better than he had back in that hellhole. Billy Hargrove’s signature mullet had been chopped when they first arrived home, the long lush curls now sitting on top of his head while the sides and back were shaved. The greased white tanktop, the baby blue button-up that flashed his name stitched on. Then the dark denim jeans that hung around Billy’s hips loosely while his work boots squeaked against the small tiled kitchen. 

“Find it?” 

“Obviously,” Billy grinned as Steve took a step forward, meeting him halfway as their lips clashed sweetly. It wasn’t rushed, secretive… It was sweet, caring, and chaste. A squeak escaped Steve’s throat as Billy gripped his ass, his lips peeling into a shit-eating grin before Steve reached up, smacking his shoulder. 

“Hurry up and get to work! I’m sure Andy and Matthew are already there and waiting for you,” 

“Let them wait,” he mumbled against Steve’s shoulder, nuzzling his face into his throat with a gentle, opened-mouth kiss. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s a good way to run your business,” Steve snorted, shouldering away his husband, who merely whined at the lost before standing back up. “I’ll swing by at lunch, okay? Hell, I’ll even make your favorite and bring it by.” 

Billy hummed, grinning almost wolfishly before swooping in to gather another kiss before slowly moving towards the front door. He stopped short of the door, scooting around the pack n’ play, bending down and pressing a kiss to his daughters’ thick chocolate curls while swiping his rough thumb across her soft cheek, already feeling the warmth practically leaking from her skin. 

“I’ll see you later, Max-a-million.” He whispered softly, careful to not wake the sleeping infant. 

Steve moved towards the loves of his life, carefully stepping to stand next to Billy before pecking his cheek and gently tugging him towards the front door. “Y’ know if you keep staring at her, or kissing me, you’ll never make it to work,” he grinned as Billy snatched his backpack from the coatrack before pressing another kiss to Steve’s temple. 

“This is very true, that’s why I usually leave earlier,” he smirked as Steve gently shoved at his back, grinning as he leaned against the doorframe with a smile. He stepped backward, closing the door with a soft thud, however… Maxine began to sniffle and squirm against the soft pad beneath her. 

“Oh, my little, Maxi! I know, I know, I miss him already too,” he paused, lifting the squirming infant with a little shush, tapping his palm against her bottom as he held her close. “We’ll see him later, but you gotta be a good girl, okay?” Steve grinned to himself as the sour face that had covered his daughters’ face quickly subdued as he tottered from side-to-side, holding her against his heart. 

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Hours pass, Maxine was asleep in her pack ‘n play again after finishing her early lunch, Steve was cooking away in the kitchen to get Billy and his lunch finished before having to pack up the Camaro to head towards the garage. Humming softly along to ‘Juice’ by Lizzo before a loud, frantic knocking came from the front door. 

Peaking his head from the kitchen, he wiped at his hands before glancing towards Maxine, who was sleeping peacefully still. Swallowing at the lump building in his throat, gently tossing the hand towel onto his shoulder, before taking a few careful steps towards the door. He shouldn’t be afraid to open their front door for Christ's sake... Billy had made sure - a million times - that they were going to live in a good neighborhood where they could see the beach, walk to the garage, and raise their child… But that doesn’t mean nothing bad could slither into the happy home they’ve set up. 

Gently opening the door and fitting himself against the frame and edge of the white door, Steve glanced up to meet the frantic and almost wild-looking eyes of a young woman. The thick waves of hair on her head were a little greasy and matted looking, the AC/DC shirt she wore was torn while the shorts around her thin legs seemed to almost fall off. He blinked before his vision settled on her face - Jesus - her left eye swelled black and blue while a bit of blood ushered from the corner. Taking a mental note of that… 

“Can I help you?” His voice wavered as she audibly swallowed, licking her lips before shooting him a sheepish grin. 

“Hi, uh… This is probably very, very strange but… This is the Harrington-Hargrove residence, right?” Her voice came out faint but rushed almost panicked sounding. Steve frowned, before sliding himself further into the little hole, blocking any way to see his sleeping daughter. 

“Yes. Is there something you needed?” 

“Oh, oh thank God! Uh, first off, hello, I’m actually your neighbor from apartment 12? My name is Y/N and I… I understand you’re married to Billy, the mechanic, right?” Her brows furrowed in worry as Steve blinked. Sure, he was used to people showing up to their door asking about Billy, but they usually could find the shop no problem… 

“Yes… He’s working as we speak, I’m sorry but is there a reason you’re here or… Or do I need to call the police?” Steve’s voice wavered, but he held it as the woman’s - Y/N’s - eyes grew wide. 

“No! No, please, you don’t need to do that, I just… Dammit, I’m terribly sorry, but I need some help. My car shit on me last week and I… My job is threatening to cut me loose if I can’t show up on time,” Steve’s eyes narrowed, searching the woman’s face for any sign of lying or fibs. 

“I’ll pay! I’ll… I’ll pay whatever you want, hell, even the last couple bills I have to my name, just, please… I - I need to keep this job. I need the money.” She whispered the last part, her brows furrowed as Steve swallowed, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip before sighing. 

“I’ll… I’ll have a talk with him later tonight, though, I can’t promise anything…” 

“Yes! Of course, thank - thank you, really. I… I can’t show you how grateful I am for you even ask. As I mentioned, I live in apartment 12, my names Y/N L/N and I…” She paused, making Steve cock a brow as she stood straight, grinning gently. “I hope to hear from you two soon. Have a good afternoon, Mr. Harrington-Hargrove.” And just as quickly as she appeared, she was gone. The only sound being the small smacking steps from her bare feet hitting the pavement. 

Gently closing the door, Steve leaned against it with his arms crossed over his chest. Blinking, he glanced at the clock and grew wide-eyed, he needed to hurry and pack everything for lunch - now. Quickly moving back into the small kitchen, he began to pack up small tuber wares of chicken alfredo with a bit of extra sauce in Billy’s because that’s how he likes his pasta - extra saucy. 

Packing them away into his own bag, he gathered up a few extra things for Maxine to play with before gathering her into his arms and moving outside, locking the front door and moving downstairs with her snuggled against his hammering heart. His steps only faltered for a moment as he passed the apartment 12… It was eerily quiet. Like the forest back in Hawkins, the eery feel that surrounded his hometown somehow had wiggled its way into his paradise. Shaking his head, he quickly moved to where the Camaro was parked, sitting Maxine into her car seat before putting the food bag in the floorboard underneath her. Climbing into the old girl, he paused for a mere second, breathing in the leathery, smokey, and sweet scent that filtered throughout the muscle car. It smelt heavily of his husband and he was in another small paradise. 

“Alright, Max-a-million, let’s go see papa!” Steve grinned as little grumbles came from the small car seat, making his grin grow wider as he put the car in reverse and took a steady stroll towards the shop. On the way, Steve tapped his fingers along to the radio, the salty scent from the ocean soaking into his nasal cavity, mixing with the imprinted scent of Billy - he felt almost dizzy. He felt good. Happy. But, his mind kept warping back to that girl, the creepy vibes that followed her to his homes’ door. It felt like the Upside Down all over again… 

Shaking his head, he pulled into his usual parking spot, climbing out and only to be greeted by the other workers and customers he’s come to know and love. Gathering the food and his little girl, he quickly wandered inside, looking for his husband in hopes he could help keep his mind at ease… And the eery thoughts in the back of his mind.

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Ooo, part one of the Mechanic!Billy prompt I’ve come up with! I hope this makes sense and turns out as good as I hope/plan! <3 

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[devilbat]

The Mummy

Warning: violence, guns, implied smut. Getting handsy.

James Conrad x reader. (This is My first James one shot)

A/n: another one to add to my classic Movie monster AUs Tom Hiddleston character. 

Happy Halloween 🎃

           This was your first real big break as a archaeologist. You had always been at the desk in the museum working on and restoring old artifacts. When you heard that your predecessor was ill and couldn't not make the Journey to Egypt. You jumped at the chance. Begging him to let you. At first he didn't want you to go. Being you were a woman and a lot could happen during this time and age. With a lot of convincing and arguments, you were on your way with his long time buddy James Conrad a former British army SAS Captain. Now freelance bodyguard as you put it. He was not what you were expecting. When you met him. You were bubbly and looking for Adventure. He was bruty, always on Guard and seemed to be annoyed all the time. Well at least around you.

        Handsomely overly attractive how could one man be that rugged, ruff around the edges and still be so damn hot. His jawline line was sharp with a bit of stubble. Oi and let's not forget his deep velvet smooth English accent, could make your panties drop with just one word. He was getting on your nerves. You could never stray to far from him. The first night in Egypt, you just wanted explore the rich culture, the food. James had other plans for you. As you were set to stay in the hotel room until dawn. When you would embark the long travel by camel to the valley of the kings.

            To say you were hot was understatement. The camel that was unpleasantly jilting you around on, had this obsession to nip at you ever chance he got when you weren't paying attention to him. Let's not forget he had bit of a smell to him. If you had a hose and some soap he would, damn well get a bath. The long days turned in to short moments of coolness from the heat of the sun. You had decided to name the stupid animal after one of your ex's just because he was acting as an ass. When your group stop to rest. You complained about you ass hurting and in need of a shower. Mostly you were talking with Carl your camel. But you saw the roll of Conrad eyes directed at you. Making you huff, you were sure he just saw you as some rich city girl that knew nothing of a hard life.

          James couldn't help be a bit annoyed when his friend asked to take a team of archaeologists to search some dusty old tomb. Sure his friend paid him well. What was one more favor. Even if James save that mans life more then once while they served together. He was no babysitter and the girl, the girl was a bit of an inconvenience. Knowing she was going to somehow get her cute ass in some kind of trouble. Right now all he really wanted to do is go back to some hole in the wall bar and drink himself to death, perhaps. 

             "Owe, You know Carl we've had this moment there where you didn't nip at me and now you've gone and done it." You hissed softly Swatting at the camel pushing his head away from you butt.

            "Why did you name the Camel Carl?" James question, never looking over from what he was doing as he pulled the canteen from the rucksack on the camels back.

           "Why are you ease dropping?" You huffed glaring over at the back of the mans head, eyes wondering over his back as ever muscle flexed when he moved about taking a long drink of water. You licked you lips at the sit. His Adam's apple bobbing along as he drank. Sweat trickling down his neck. If your mouth wasn't dry before it was dry now. No amount of water quench that thirst. The thought of running you tongue along his neck. Tasting that saltiness of his skin. You mind started to wonder about the Captain. "Owe! Carl that was more then enough ass the last time" You shrieked. The camel In question bit a little hard this time taking a bigger bite. Carl made a grunting and what sounded like a laughing noise. Making James choke on water as he tried not to laugh. "Hey! Don't side with Carl."

              "I think he likes you." James smiled a bit more. You huffed in announce mumbling 'men' under your breath, and walked away. Carl followed closely behind nudging at you backside. "Knock it off." You hissed pushing the camels head away from you. James chuckled more audibly after his small bit of coughing mostly trying to cover his laughter. But he couldn't help it the camel had a thing for you. It was quite cute. Seeing Conrad smile finally after only seeing him with a bruting expression, was kind of nice. He was just as handsome if not more with a smirk on his face. Sure you wouldn't mind kissing it off of him. No wait you wanted to punch it off of him. Cause he was an ass like Carl, who was not taking no for an answer.

           The valley of Kings, was without a doubt the most breath taking view so far. After about a month of excavating and exploring. Strange things started happening. You swear you heard your name being called late at night, after everyone was asleep. Thinking it was James messing with you. Calling him an ass later that morning, as you walked passed him. You were digging in an empty room, one of many. You needed some distance between you and the captain. You couldn't focus around the man. So when he wasn't looking you snuck off. With one other, one of the many sent to help you excavate. Everything was going well, until the sand floor of the tomb started to move. Like sand in an hour glass. It took you down with it.

          "Help." You called up from where you had landed. You could hear your name from above you. So that meant you weren’t to far down. "Down here." The dark room made it impossible for your to see what was around you. Knowing if you stayed put Jame even though he would be not to please with you. Would more then find you. It was what he did. Even if the itch to feel your way about the area was driving you to scratch.

         "Y/n?" You heard your name. It sounded like it was coming from beside you.

         "James, I'm down here." You yelled, Not sure if you should move. This eerie feeling crowded up you spine. It almost felt like someone was next to you. You heard your name again. Knowing you had a lighter in your pocked, digging in to retrieve it. Striking the lighter with your thumb, the flame flickered. Helping you see a bit. As you turned around slowly. 

          A blood curdling scream ripped through your throat. When your eyes landed on the man in front of you. Ratty old dusty bandages wrapped around its entire form. This man looked to have been dried up like he had been in the sun for months on end. His lifeless empty eyes stared at you. A moaning like a zombie, erupted from its throat. It wasn't a man it had to of been one of the mummies you were in Search for. The lifeless corpse jerking as it moved towards you. Another scream was pulled from you as you attempt to move away. Only to fall flat on your bitten bruised ass, damn Carl. Hitting your head on something hard, the last thing you heard was James from above calling for you. Telling you to "stay put." Tell that to the thing pulling at your leg. That was not going to be an option.

        Hands that's what you were feeling. Strong boney fingers roaming around expose heated skin. Though your don't remember at any point taking you clothes off for the night. You moaned out James name. His hands were ruff most likely from working with them. Holding a gun with those hands and now they were on you. James strong voice calling your name, making you squirm. You eyes fluttered open, the room was large and brightly lit by glowing flames along the walls. Were you back in the city? Oh but those hands still roaming. Your movement was minimal like there were wall around you. Your were in a sarcophagus. Panic set in as your eyes moved to see those hands that were on you. You shrieked as you grabbed the mummy like hands that moved without a body.

            Sitting up you could see the room clearly now. You head felt heavy like something was on top of it. Your hand moved feeling the large head pice. Pulling it off to get a better look. It was incrusted with jewels and a beetle in the center of it. It was beautiful. Looking down you saw that your breasts were cover not by much. But were covered with some kind of bird that laid between your breasts as the wing covered you nipples. It too was covered in jewels. The same went with your lower half. But only shear fabric covered front and back of your legs leaving the side exposed.

         This had to be a dream still. Mummies could not come back to life. Nor could they kidnap a girl and dresser her in practically nothing, like some Egyptian goddess. Where was James? Hell where was Carl your loyal ass of a camel. And where the hell did those hands go. Pulling yourself out once you figured it was safe. Standing on unsteady legs, you lurched forward almost falling.  Slowly walking around. The sand was cool on the bottom of your bare feet. A shiver ran down your spine.

It felt like something was behind you. And there was, the mummy stood there arms without hand reached out for you as you lurched forward. The dried bones clothed hand grabbed at your ankles cause you to fall on you back and the mummy attack you. Screaming as you tried pulling away. Hands finally meeting arms, as you struggled to get what shouldn't have weighed that much, off you. You name being called from the mummy. Pushing it off of you scrabbles to your feet, it did too. The corpse backing you into a corner. You closed your eyes tears fell free, you called for help. A loud bang followed by another, then another. You opened your eyes to see James in the clearing of the wall. Armed with his pistol, amid at the mummy. It longed at James. But this time James amid for the head. And it seemed the mummy stayed down.

        "Y/n, are you all right?" He asked, before he could get a chance to look you over for any injuries, you wrapped yourself around his midsection shanking. Tears soaking his light blue almost grey shirt. "Hey, shhh, it's all right. I'm here, I'm here." He rubbed your exposed back. Finding a tapestry on the wall, he wrapped it around you holding you closer to him. The sun had long set as he guided you out of the pyramid, taking you back to your tent.

        "Y/n, I'm going to take a look to see if you’re injured now, ok?" James voice was above a whisper. Setting you on the cot like bed. He pulled the tapestry off your shoulders. He had someone fetch him a first aid kit. His eyes roamed over your form. To say you were absolutely stunning was an understatement. He didn't realize what a Beaty you truly were until he though you were lost or worse. The kid with the first aid kit pulled James out of this thoughts. Clearing his dry throat as pulled the kit open. You winced a bit when he gently dabbed at a scratch. "Sorry."

          "Thank you." You mumbled, looking at him as he gently whipped each cut. Each time made you whimper.

             "I wasn't going to leave you down there. And that, that.." James trailed off.

            "The Mummy." You hissed out as James hit a deep bruise. "I think it's safe to say everywhere hurts. Besides my forehead." You announced when he tried to press on a bandage. Not noticed his sly smile, he kissed your forehead. His warm lips lingering a bit before pulling away. "My cheek as well." James lips moved to your cheek. Lips pressed firmly against it. His stubble scratch just a bit at smooth flesh.

         "Anywhere else?" James mumbled against you cheek before he moved away. You hands pressed against you lips.

          "And maybe my lips?" You question, before moving your fingers. As soon as your fingers left your lips. His lips were on yours before you could breath out. Finding yourself kissing back. Your own hands gripping the nap of his neck and tangled into short hair. You felt your back on the cot and James chest pressed against yours. His strong warm hands glide easily over your skin. Cupping the underside of your breasts that were exposed. You moaned out His name. His lips left your swollen lips, tracing along your jawline before moving to you neck. His other hand rounded over your backside, large hand grabbing, groped at you. Pulling at your thigh lifting up over, giving him better access.

You gasped at the feel of his length pressing against you. Both of you jumped when you heard a grunt followed by a roar. Both of you looked over at the opening of the tent. Carl head poked through the now opening. Grunting out, his foot stomped and dragged, clearly not happy. James huffed but turned back to you, his lips back on to yours. Trying to ignore the beast. Carl didn’t like this and pulled his body in more grunting his displeasure.

“I don’t think he likes you.” You mumbled against his lips. James groaned in annoyance. Knowing that camel would not stop. James pulled away from you. Which made you whimper. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone at least not tonight.” James smiled and did as he was commanded. Though he did give you his shirt so you wouldn’t be that distracting. It really didn’t help either.

Everything in the camp was packed up. After what happened to you. The locals said this was cursed grounds and would not continue. Leaving you no choice to pack up and leave. Which hurt you to have to leave knowing there was so much that was yet to be discovered. Even with the items that your wore and the tapestry James used to cover you amongst other things. Walking towards James, Carl trailing behind. He smiled at you, still wearing the shirt he given you last night.

“You know, I have to say Carl is a real hero. He really did save my life.” You teased, making James raise his eyebrow at you.

“What about me?” James pouted a bit. Hands pulling you against him.

“Well I guess you helped too. You were like the side kick. Carl and Captain James Conrad. I mean you did do all the heavy lifting.” You smirked wrapping you arms around him.

“Really?” He smirked pulling you in to a passionate heated kiss. His other arm wrapped around your waist holding you close. Carl hissed and grunted in annoyance. Not getting his way, he moved forward nipping James right in the ass. Making the man yelp. You giggled as James rubbed at his ass. Which you may have placed your there instead.

“I think he likes you.” Kissing his cheek. Before pulling away.

“Oh I can’t wait until he is returned to his owner.” James hissed.

“I don’t know I think I might keep him.” You teased.

[goldenkookietae]

Pebbles and Paper balls

BTS one shot

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jimin x reader

Word count: 1,662 words

Warnings: Fluff, cute

Summary:  You’re the head of your college’s editing club and the magazine that is to go out takes up all of your time, including that you spend with your boyfriend, Jimin. To your surprise, he visits you in the night saying he has missed you.

Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.

Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.

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In the eerie silence of a cold winter night, Y/N was snuggled up in her favourite yellow blanket, which hid her Kookie onesie underneath. Her iPod fell onto the carpet right next to her bed, having   slipped from her grasp as she dozed off. The music still playing in her earphones never woke her, instead it lulled her into a deeper slumber.

This wasn’t the first time she had fallen asleep to his voice. And that was enough of a reason for her to have a playlist on her phone, which had just his voice, whether it be his songs, his sweet laughter or secretly recorded calls. It was a blessing for a very light sleeper.

Her dreams were all peaceful this night, no characters, no stories, no memories, but just colours. A hue of light pastel colours that made her calm even in her sleep. Her lips stretched into a teeny tiny smile, as she puffed out a relaxed breath.

In that moment, her brows furrowed at the light tapping noise that came every few seconds. For someone who had an obsession with organising stuff, it wasn’t a surprise to see that the irregularity in the taps was what bothered her the most. As she slipped out of the sleepy haze, the taps got louder, which were followed by slightly smaller taps.

After a few attempts to ignore the noise, a sharp sting on her arm jolted her out of her sleep.

“Oww!” Y/N muttered to herself as she rubbed her arm. Her eyes wandered to the clock set on her bedside table, the neon letters of which glowed with a bright 2:00 AM. As she still held her arm, she looked around as to what could’ve woken her up from such a relaxing nap, her eyes scrunched at all the crumpled pieces of paper lying on the floor and her books strewn across her bed.

She sighed, slightly disappointed at herself for falling asleep in the middle of studying when she had set up a schedule to finish for the day. She had been up late nights for quite a few weeks, what with the deadline for the magazine getting closer every second. And after that, the comfort that his voice offered, it was inevitable.

It had been so long since she had seen him. His very thought brought a million images of happiness to her mind and quite a few funny ones too.

“OWW! What is that?!” Y/N groaned, much more aware of her surroundings as she rubbed the small bump that was starting to form on her forehead. It didn’t take her long to find the small pebble lying next to her hand, and she was pretty sure this was exactly what hit her.

She scrutinised the pebble in her hand for a second, as though expecting an apology from it before she huffed­­. Pebbles never come flying in through an open window on the second floor to hit someone on the head. Not on their own, at least.

“Who the hell?” she growled, jumping off of her bed and making her way to the open window, brushing aside the mess on the floor. Just as she was about to place her hands on sill, another pebble, a bigger one this time, came soaring at her, which she dodged just in time.

“HEY!” she yelled, as she looked out the window, curses at the tip of her tongue, ready to fire away at just about anybody. Instead, her eyes met his. Crescents because of the wide smile on his lips, her favourite pair. And just like that, her anger was all forgotten.

Not even a minute had passed, and she was already at the door, fumbling with lock in excitement. As soon as she got it open, he was there, waiting, and she jumped.

“Jimin!”

He giggled as they both landed on the soft grass of the freshly mowed yard, his arms wrapping around her frame.

“You’re kinda heavy ya know?” He chuckled patting her thigh as Y/N rolled her eyes, landing a light punch on his chest. They laid there for a few minutes before they got up dusting themselves and looking at each other.

“That was dramatic.” Y/N chuckled as she slipped her hand into his, pulling him closer.

“Yes, it was. You must’ve really missed me. I have. I hardly see you these days.” Jimin pouted, squeezing her hand.

“Yeah sorry about that, I’ve so busy with-”

“The magazine.” Jimin finished, while Y/N chewed on her lip, suddenly feeling guilty about not giving Jimin the attention he deserved. Sure, she thought about him all day, spoke of him to everyone she met, practically fell asleep listening to his voice every night, and yet, she had not made an effort to call him up. And he was here, at two in the night, because he missed her.

“You’re thinking too much again. Stop thinking.” She blinked when Jimin tapped her forehead twice, and tried to smooth out her furrowed brows.

 Even before she could reply to that, he pulled her hand, dragging her outside the fence and onto the road.

“Jimin! What?! It’s almost two, where are you taking me?” Y/N whispered, her words coming out louder in the silence of the night, but she got no response, the only change was her being dragged a faster pace.

The convenience store was just a minutes’ walk away from her house, she knew that, but she saw no reason for them to be there so late in the night. Through the aisles and shelves they went, until Jimin found what he had been looking for.

“Ice cream.” They both said in unison, looking at each other after and giggling. It was their favourite thing to do after a long day at school, no matter the season, no matter the time. It was a race from there, as to who would pick the only cup of cookie dough ice cream. It wasn’t about the flavour, it was about who would claim the last standing cup of any flavour.

They settled down on a wooden bench outside, sharing flavours and not focusing on much more till they threw the cups in the bin.

“Also, babe, you know you could’ve just called me right? You didn’t have to throw pebbles through the window!” Y/N shook her head, turning to face Jimin.

“Okay look, my original plan wasn’t to throw pebbles okay? I had planned it all to be romantic but your sleepy ass had to ruin it.”

“Don’t blame me mister. What is so romantic about getting hit by pebbles seriously.”

“Will you shut up? In case you had not noticed, I threw paper balls first. And you were supposed to wake up, but you didn’t and I ran out of paper, so then I thought the pebbles would work.” Jimin shrugged.

“But you didn’t have to hit my arm ya know?” Y/N looked at him accusingly, holding out her arm for him to see.

“Shit, it hit your arm? I’m sorry, I was actually aiming for your head though.” Jimin replied very casually.

“You hit my head too.” Y/N grit her teeth.

“Ah! Bulls eye!” Jimin clapped his hands together, before getting smacked on the shoulder.

Jimin was very quick with his actions as he pulled her onto his lap and wound his arms around her bringing her closer.

“I’m sorry babe,” his mellow voice whispered, his lips at her ear, “Let me kiss it to make it all better, hm?” Jimin peppered her face with kisses, every so often coming back to the bump on her forehead, and a lingering kiss onto her lips. Y/N enjoyed the warmth, her mind getting fuzzy as his touch began to lull her into sleep. She snuggled into the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent letting herself draw comfort from him.

It was only the next morning that Y/N woke up with a satisfied hum, a pink paper ball clutched tight in her hands. Her eyes shifted to the floor, and indeed, paper balls littered the floor, the variety in the colours making the mess look chaotically pretty. She broke out into a huge smile as the fuzzy memory of a Jimin’s voice came back to her mind. He sang her to sleep. That she was sure of. She smoothed out the paper ball in her hand, laying it out on her bed carefully.

‘Good morning angel, did you sleep well? Of course you did. You fell asleep on me outside the store and drooled all over my shirt during the piggy back ride home. Sleepyhead! But that tells me how little of sleep you’ve been getting baby, please don’t stress yourself out like this. Make sure to eat a lot and sleep a lot okay? Don’t worry about the magazine, I know it will be perfecto. I’m cheering for you! Do call me, I miss you a lot. Even more now when all I keep seeing, is your bunny tail wiggling in that cute onesie. I love you so much cutie.

-Love, the most romantic boyfriend ever, Chim

P.S. I’ve written something in all the other paper balls too. I hope you’ll like them.

P.P.S. I have pictures of you drooling. And it’s my wallpaper now.’

Y/N squealed, holding the paper close to her chest, her cheeks dusting a bright red as everything struck her at once. The fact that she had drooled over him which he claimed to have pictures of, the fact that she went around the city in her bunny onesie, the ‘I love you’.

She reached for her phone and quickly dialed his number, a contented sigh escaping her lips as his sleepy morning voice spoke on the other side. It took him a few seconds before he was wide awake, his tone concerned as to why she had called him this early in the morning. She cut him off.

“I love you, Jimin.”

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[steviemae]

babysitter // sp - pt.10

babysitter masterlist.

You sat in the auditorium staring at the set wall your best friend was hanging from. Blood everywhere. The air was calm but eerie. You sat frozen, unable to move anything but your eyes as you looked at your surroundings. Suddenly a dark figure appeared in front of you. You couldn’t make out any of their features. Slowly they moved into the light revealing nothing but green eyes behind the black hood they bared to keep their identity a secret. You felt yourself start to panic but you couldn’t move a muscle to try and get away. You were paralyzed. Stuck in your seat as the black hood moved closer and closer to you. Slowly as if he was stalking his prey before he pounced. You couldn’t scream or cry. You were shaking viciously awaiting your fate.

Jolting awake, tears streaming down your face. Your breathing was fast and no matter how hard you tried to take in a deep breath, it just wasn’t happening. You choked every time. Sweet Pea moved next to you, feeling you jump awake. Hearing your ragged breathing he sat up quickly, “y/n, baby. What’s wrong?” His voice was rough as he had just woke up. You couldn’t say anything in return due to your inability to control your breathing. You became dizzy and your hand searched the bed for Sweet Pea’s hand, trying to find anything to bring you back to reality. You made yourself focus on the softness of the blanket as your fingers ran across it searching for his hand. The warmth of his skin against yours as you finally found it, intertwining your fingers. How rough his fingers felt from the multiple calluses from working on his motorcycle. You focused on how his room smelled like his cologne and the damp air from the rain that poured outside. The slight tapping sounds you hear as the rain hit the tin roof of Sweet Pea’s trailer. Sweet Pea’s soft voice whispering gravelly trying to calm you down the best he could. Slowly but surely, your breathing calmed and you were able to take the long, deep breath you’ve been dying to since you woke up.

“You want to talk about it?” Sweet Pea asked pulling you so you lay on top of him with your head resting on his chest. You shook your head not wanting to risk another anxiety attack by talking about the horrid dream you just had.

“Just hold me, please.” You whispered burying your head in the crook of his neck. You closed your eyes in hopes of more sleep.

--

You missed school for a few days only returning after Midge’s funeral. You didn’t want to go back right away but you knew that Midge wouldn’t want you to miss assignments and your gpa to drop, so you returned. You sat in one of the desks working on some Blue and Gold stuff, like you always do, as the younger Serpents had their meeting. Soon the door busted open and Reggie walked in followed by some other bulldogs and Kevin, “Which one of you reptiles was screwing Midge? I’m guessing it was you, Sweet Pea.”

“You ass, i’m with y/n. And i didn’t even know Midge, but i could see why she wouldn’t want flee’s from you mangy bulldogs.” He said causing Reggie to push him and a fight to break out. You didn’t move from your desk, letting Jughead and Archie take care of stopping the fight. Sweet Pea pushed Fangs off him, glaring at Reggie as he and the other bulldogs walked out of the classroom. Fangs walked over to you leaning against the desk next to you, “Can we talk, y/n?” He asked. You looked at him and saw the urgency in his eyes along with a hint of fear. You nodded quickly shutting your laptop closed.

Fangs didn’t say anything as the two of you walked along the track that surrounded the football field. The cold wind nipping at your cheeks causing you to pull Sweet Pea’s hoodie closer to your body. You let Fangs walk in silence for as long as he needed too, knowing that it was something serious that was eating at him. You knew not to push or he’d shut down and not tell you.

“I don’t really know how to say this but you have to promise me you won’t freak out or tell anyone.” he said. You could hear the hesitation in his voice but he needed to talk to someone and you were more than willing to listen. You grabbed his hand lightly, giving it a squeeze, “i promise. I doubt anything you tell me is going to make me freak out, Fangs.” You said. He held on tightly to your hand not wanting you to let go, so you didn’t.

“The other night, at the musical when you and Jughead came into Midge’s dressing room, i wasn’t giving her last minute pointers.” He admitted.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused at what he was saying.

“I was the one sleeping with Midge.” He whispered.

“Why would you think i would freak out?” you asked him.

“I don’t know. She was your best friend and she was with Moose. I kind of expected you to go off on me about guy code or whatever.”

“Moose and Midge’s relationship was a long one, but it wasn’t meant to last. They both cheated on each other all the time. Moose and Kev messed around a lot and Midge definitely had her fair share of guys. They just didn’t have the heart to end it with one another.” you told him. He stayed quite staring off into space still gripping your hand. You looked at him and saw that same glint of fear you saw earlier when he asked you to talk.

“I don’t think you killed Midge if that’s what you’re scared of. I know you and you’re definitely not a murderer.” you said wrapping your other hand around his upper arm.

“I’m glad you think that because once Jughead releases that documentary footage to the police, i’m a dead man. They’re going to pin the blame on me because i was the last one with Midge before she died.” it broke your heart seeing Fangs so upset about what was possibly going to happen to him. You stopped walking and pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly.

“It’s going to be okay, Fangs. I’ll vouch for you. You’re not a bad guy for fooling around with Midge.” you told him. You saw Sweet Pea and Jughead walking over to you.

“The guys are coming. Do either of them know?” You asked wiping a tear that fell from his eye. He shook his head, “no, but i need to tell Jughead so he can try to get that footage back from the Sheriff.” he said taking a deep breath.

“What’s going on guys?” Sweet Pea said throwing his arm over your shoulders.

“Nothing. Fangs and i were just talking. He was making sure i was okay after everything that happened in the past week and Midge being the straw that broke the camel’s back, he just wanted to give me a listening ear, that’s all.” You said covering for Fangs. He gave you a thankful nod.

“You can talk to me, you know that right?” Sweet Pea said looking down at you slightly offended.

“I know that and i do talk to you. Fangs was just being a good friend.” You said wrapping your arms around Sweet Pea’s waist cuddling into his side. He reached over and slapped his hand on Fangs’ shoulder, “you good man?” he asked, noticing Fangs watery eyes. Fangs nodded, “The wind is making my eyes water.” He said wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Walking back into the school, you all went your separate ways to your classes. Sweet Pea walked you to yours and kissed your forehead telling you he’d be waiting out here when your class ended. When you walked into the class you were greeted by Reggie leaning against your desk with his arms crossed, glaring at you making your way over.

“Y’know if you’re not careful, that snake will kill you too.” he said when you reached him.

“Fuck off, Reggie. Sweet Pea didn’t kill Midge and neither did any of the other Serpents.” you grumbled.

“You sure about that? What does Sweet Pea do when he’s not around you, hmm? That boy’s got a temper. Maybe Midge said something that set him off. Maybe he was sleeping with her behind your back and Midge threatened to tell you because she felt bad for fucking her best friends man, making him snap and kill her.” His words started to become a roaring hum as your anger took over. Without thinking you dropped your bag to the floor and punch Reggie dead in his mouth. You hadn’t noticed Weatherbee standing in the doorway until he yelled your name, “In my office. Now.” He said sternly. You grabbed your bag and stalked off towards his office not giving a damn that you were probably going to be in detention for the next week for punching one of his precious bulldogs in the face.

“What has gotten into you, Ms. y/l/n. This isn’t like you.” He asked taking a seat behind his desk and motioning for you to do the same in the chairs in front of you.

“He was talking bad about Midge and i snapped. Can you just give me my punishment so i can go back to class?” You asked, bored by the conversation.

“I know you and Ms. Klump were good friends. Did you want to meet with the counselor to talk about it?” He gave you a look of pity and you shook your head.

“I don’t need to talk about my feelings with someone who is only listening because they get paid to. I’m fine Principal Weatherbee. How long do i have detention for?”

He sighed before writing on a detention slip, “i’ll go easy on you given the circumstances. Detention today and tomorrow, after that you’re off the hook. Don’t let it happen again, Ms. y/l/n.” You grabbed the slip from him and got up to leave. Seeing Fangs and Sweet Pea sitting in the chairs by the door. Word really does travel fast in the halls of Riverdale High.

“I have detention today and tomorrow for punching Reggie in the mouth.” You said handing Sweet Pea the slip.

“That’s my girl.” He said smiling proudly at you. They got up and followed you into the hallway.

“Why did you punch Mantle in the mouth? Not that i’m complaining, maybe he’ll get the hint and finally shut it.” Fangs asked you.

“He just went to far with his theory that Sweets and Midge were sleeping together. He had it coming.” you shrugged not really caring about the situation anymore.

--

Walking out of your last class of the day you saw Fangs being thrown on the ground by police. You ran over asking what the hell was going on. Jughead grabbed your arm and pulled you back so you wouldn’t do anything stupid. “They’re arresting him for his switchblade, but they were originally bringing him in to question him about Midge. The new Sheriff in town thinks Fangs killed her. We’re meeting at the Wyrm to figure all of this out.” He informed you.

“I’ll call my aunt. She’ll take on Fangs’ case and get him out as soon as possible. Unless you have someone else in mind.”  

“I do but in case they fall through, call your aunt. He needs all the help he can get right now.” You nodded and he dropped his hand from your arm to allow you to go find Sweet Pea who had stormed outside after witnessing his best friend get arrested. When you reached the parking lot you saw that Fangs bike was missing, meaning Sweet Pea left with it. You rushed to your car and headed to the Wyrm hoping your boyfriend wasn’t causing trouble and letting his anger get the best of him. As you reached for your door handle, you heard a voice calling your name and heeled footsteps running after you. When you turned around you were met with Betty who looked bothered and upset.

“Hey, B. What’s up?” you asked

“I just - can we talk?” her eyes were bloodshot and she looked tired.

“I have to find Sweet Pea but you can ride with me. I’m heading to the Wyrm.” You said earning a nod from her.

“So what’s on your mind, Bets?” you said when you guys got in your car. She immediately started crying. You grabbed her hand in yours, using your other hand to rub her back.

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

“For what, Betty?” you asked softly trying your best to calm her tears that were falling profusely from her tired eyes.

“I think my dad is the black hood, which means he's the one who’s been tormenting you. He’s the one who killed Midge. And i’m just so incredibly sorry.”

“Betty this isn’t your fault. You don’t need to apologize for something you had no control over, okay? I hold no ill will towards you if your father is the black hood. He’s the monster, not you.” You reassured. She nodded wiping her face on her sweater sleeves, “Do you want to go with me to the Wyrm? Jughead’s there.” She nodded and you took off.

Upon arriving to the Wyrm, Betty ran straight for Jughead and you found Sweet Pea playing pool with Johnny. They both looked at you and you shook your head at Johnny before nodding over to Betty and Jughead so he’d get the hint. He nodded understanding what you were saying and continuing the game.

“Hey, Sweets.” You said when you reached him, planting a small kiss against his cheek, “Thanks for leaving me behind.” You joked.

“Sorry, i wasn’t thinking straight.” he apologized giving you a chaste kiss on your lips.

“What’s the plan for Fangs?”

“Jones is going to the station tomorrow seeing as they won’t let anyone see or talk to him today.”

“Tess said they were holding him for possession of a weapon on school property. If they don’t have any proof that he killed Midge within the next twenty-four hours, they have to let him go. She also said Sierra McCoy was going to take over from there.”

The rest of the night, all of you hung around the Wyrm. When Betty and Jughead left, you walked over to Johnny who was sitting at the bar.

“So are you going to talk to me normally now or yell at me then hold a knife to my boyfriends neck again?” You asked pulling the stool out next to him and taking a seat.

“There’s nothing more to tell you, y/n. You know everything.” He said lazily.

“I don’t think i do.” You snapped. Johnny just shrugged his shoulders and turned his back to you and started a conversation with the older Serpent next to him, dismissing your conversation. You rolled your eyes and got up stomping over to Sweet Pea.

“I’m going home. I need to talk to Tess.”

“Want me to go with you?” He asked. You shook your head, “No, it’s okay. I’m going to ask her about my parents and if it goes anything like it did with Johnny, there will be lots of yelling and i doubt you want to hear my family drama.” You said goodbye, Sweet Pea telling you he’d be back soon and you walked outside. You stopped in your tracks when you saw the flat tires on just about every bike in front of the Wyrm. Some mirrors smashed on a few. You looked over at your car and saw that all four of your tires were slashed and your windshield was busted. In the distance you heard yelling and looked over to see a group in letterman jackets running towards the northside.

“Son of a bitch.” You yelled before storming back inside the Wyrm.

“Reggie and his band of goons slashed tires and busted mirrors on every bike outside including my car.” You huffed angrily as you told FP. “Not one bike outside was left untouched.”

“God dammit.” He slammed his fist down on the table he sat at gaining everyone's attention.

“Northsiders came to our territory and trashed our bikes. Sweet Pea, i’ll need you to talk to Sully at the shop see if he can squeeze in the bikes and fix up Ey/n’s car. In the meantime, everyone will have to walk home. Don’t take matters into your own hands either. We got enough heat on us with Fangs being in jail, we don’t need anymore.” He announced. Sweet Pea walked over to you, putting his jacket over your shoulders, “Come on, princess. We got a long walk ahead of us.” He said throwing his arm over your shoulders.

--

At home you and Tess sat on the couch in the living room with mugs of hot chocolate. Sweet Pea went upstairs to allow you and Tess to talk alone.

“I need to know what happened to mom and dad.” you finally said. Tess grabbed your mug and sat both yours and hers on the coffee table before grabbing your hands in hers.

“You know they died in a house fire, Baby.”

“Did they? Or is that some lie you and Johnny made up to keep the truth from me?” Tessa looked at you in disbelief, the sudden anger in your words shocking her.

“y/n, i don’t know where you’re getting these ideas that your brother and i are lying to you, but you need to stop this. Digging isn’t going to give you the answers you’re looking for so listen to me when i tell you, stop asking questions. It’s only going to make matters worse.” she said sternly. You and your aunt never had any issues. Always being close. You could always talk to her about anything, same with Johnny. But whenever you asked about your parents, they’d tell you the same story over and over, like they were trying to convince not only you, but themselves too. Giving Tessa a nod realizing you weren’t going to get anything out of her, you grabbed your mug off the table and stood up, “i’m going to head to bed. I have to speak with the sheriff tomorrow, give my statement for Midge’s case.” you turned before she could reply and headed upstairs to Sweet Pea’s room.

“How’d it go?” He asked sitting up in his bed when you walked in.

“It didn’t. She told me they died in a fire. Same story Johnathan tells me. Do you know any of the older Serpents that might have been friends with my dad?” you said crawling in beside him and resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Do you think that’s a good idea, y/n? Going behind Johnny and Tessa’s backs like that?”

“You can either help me or i’ll do this alone, Sweet Pea. I need to know.” Sweet Pea let out a sigh, “I can’t help you with this, princess. If Johnny and your aunt think it’s best you stop digging, then as your full-time babysitter, i’m going to have to agree.” he tried to throw in a joke to lighten the mood, knowing you were going to be mad that he’s taking your aunt and brother’s side. But that was his decision. Just means you’ll have to recruit someone else to help you.

--

You left for school super early leaving Sweet Pea still sleeping in his bed. It was 5am and school doesn’t start for another three hours but you wanted to get started on trying to figure out what really happened to your parents, so you text Jughead to meet you at Pop’s. Since Reggie and his circle of asshole’s ruined your car, you had to walk. Sweet Pea was going to kill you, but you also knew had you woke him up to take you, he’d try to talk you out of it.

“Hey Juggie” you greeted sliding into the booth and sitting across from him.

“What with this secret meeting three hours before school, y/n?”

“I need your help. Johnny and Tessa won’t tell me anything about my parents. Just that they died in a fire and i don’t believe a word of it. So, since you like to play inspector gadget all the time, i thought i’d ask you to help me snoop around.” You explained.

“There’s nothing else to find out, y/n. Johnny’s telling you all he knows.” Jughead said shoveling the eggs he ordered in his mouth.

“He’s hiding something and it sounds like you’re not going to help me either so this meeting is over.” You were angry and hurt that not only was your family keeping secrets but they’ve also wrangled your friends into keeping those secrets too. You threw your bag over your shoulder ignoring Jughead’s pleas for you to sit back down. You pulled out your phone realizing that you’ve asked the wrong people and if there’s one person that would help you, it would be the ponytail bearing girl-next-door. You starting walking in the direction of her house knowing her and her family would be awake at this time having their family breakfast before they all left for work and school.

When you arrived, you knocked on the door softly but hard enough they’d hear it and Alice opened the door, “y/n, what a nice surprise. Come in.” She moved from in front of the door. “You hungry?” you gave her a nod and followed her into the dining room.

“Hey, y/n. i didn’t know you were coming.” Betty gave you a hug.

“It was last minute, i need to ask you a favor, but we’ll talk on the way to school.” You made small talk with Alice trying to avoid Chic’s gaze trying not to make it obvious that he was making you uncomfortable. Soon you guys finished breakfast and you and Betty headed out for school.

“So this favor… What is it?” Betty started.

“I need you to help me figure out what really happened to my parents and for that to happen there are things i need to tell you that literally no one knows and i hope it doesn’t change anything. I can trust you, right?” You asked.

“Of course, y/n.” She exclaimed linking your arms together. With that, you explained everything. Telling her about Johnny and the real reason you and Sweet Pea became friends and then eventually ended up together. You told her your dad was a Serpent and your mom grew up on the southside. Everything you were keeping from everyone, you spilled to Betty. Her eyes were wide as she tried to process every bit of information you just told her.

“That’s a lot. But i will do everything i can to help you.” She agreed.

“I also need you to not tell Jughead. I asked him this morning and he told me that i shouldn’t put my nose in it. Just keep this between us, okay.” You said as Betty nodded at you. Since you still had about an hour or so to kill, you both decided to head to the Blue and Gold room to start your research. Your phone starting ringing and you saw Sweet Pea’s name. Telling Betty to go ahead, that you’d catch up you swiped to answer the call.

“Where the hell are you?” He growled.

“I’m at the school with Betty. We’re working on the Blue and Gold. I just didn’t want to wake you cause i ruined your sleep the night before.” You explained.

“You can’t just up and leave without me or without telling me, y/n. There’s a serial killer with your name on his hit list.” He said sharply into the phone.

“Then by all means, Sweet Pea, come to the school, but would you really have gotten up at five this morning to watch me and Betty play around with layouts for three hours?” you were annoyed that he made it seem like you went walking around woods by Sweetwater River alone.

“I’m already on my way. And to answer your question, would i have wanted to? No. Would i have? Yes.” With that he hung up. He was beyond pissed at you and the fact that he just woke up and is always cranky in the mornings doesn’t help that either.

“Sweet Pea is on his way and he’s pissed so let’s just work on the Blue and Gold for now. I’ll lose him at lunch and we can investigate then.” You told her.

“He doesn’t think it’s a good idea either?” she asked. You shook your head, “He thinks that if Johnny and Tessa both are telling me not to dig then i probably shouldn’t. But i can’t keep believing lies. It was fine when i wasn’t being hunted like fresh game but now, i just can’t let it go.”

You and Betty got a lot of work done. Proofreading all of the articles for next week's addition and working on the layouts for the events page, confirming dates and times. Sweet Pea came in, still as pissed as he was on the phone. He walked over and kissed the top of your head giving you and Betty a low and irritated ‘hey’.

“So Jones told me that you met him at Pop’s this morning to ask if he’d help you.” Sweet Pea broke the silence as you and Betty worked.

“I did, but he also told me it was a stupid idea so i gave up.” You lied.

“Good. Tessa will tell you when she thinks it’s right.” He said. You stopped what you were doing and whirled around in your seat.

“Are you keeping things from me too? Do you and Jughead know?” You immediately got angry.

“No, i’m just saying if there is more to the story then Tessa will tell you when he thinks you’re ready. No one is keeping anything from you, Elle.” He defended.

“Help you with what?” Betty asked playing dumb as if you didn’t just tell her everything.

“I asked Tessa for more information about my parents and she told me not to dig so i’m not going to. It’s just frustrating.” You played along. You guys dropped the conversation and continued working while Sweet Pea sat in silence in the corner reading one of the random books that was stacked on the desk.

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[noelacciari]

Mission: Climb The Ranks

guess what I added on to that Castle AU like a year later so yeah

Relationship: Nursey/Dex

Tags: Castle AU, author nursey, detective dex,K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Read Nurse Series on AO3 | Part 1 On Tumblr 

6 Months Earlier

“Let me get this straight.”

Derek bites back the ‘good luck with that’ that’s on the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to remember that Lardo isn’t a free spirited art major anymore. No, she’s a sergeant in the NYPD who carries a gun and probably would not hesitate to shoot his toe or something to prove a point.

“You are working on a new series, and instead of just doing research like a normal fucking person, you want to shadow one of my detectives?” Lardo rubs at her temple, giving Derek a look like she’s totally over his bull shit.

“This detective,” Derek clarifies, tapping the newspaper article sitting between them on Lardo’s desk. “He’s the one.”

“Derek…” Lardo squints at him, her mouth tilting up in a sideways smirk. “I’m not going to burden my best detective with your distracting ass if this is just about your thing for gingers in uniform.”

Derek lets out an undignified squawk of protest. “This is serious Lards!” He yelps, throwing his hands up in the air. “I want this series to have that grit to them, that real life feel, and I can’t do that without being immersed in a case!”

They stare at each other for a tense moment, Lardo’s dark brown eyes undoubtedly trying to set him on fire or something terrible. He’s not being dramatic okay, Larissa Duan can be fucking scary when she wants to be.

“Fine.” Lardo reaches for her desk phone, pressing a few buttons and cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder. Derek can hear the tinny sound of a greeting on the other end. “Poindexter,” Lardo snaps in her I’m In Charge voice. “Can you come on in to my office, I have an assignment for you.” She hangs up before the voice on the other end can even respond.

A silence descends over the office, and Derek can’t help but start to get jittery. Because the thing is… the thing is that he was being truthful with Lardo, he definitely needs this, and Poindexter’s the best detective in the City, but like also… he’s hot as fuck. So like, Derek might be a little bit nervous about this, is all. After another moment he jumps up out of his chair, pacing around for a few seconds before settling awkwardly on the corner of Lardo’s desk.

“What the fuck, Nursey?” She whispers, but Derek isn’t about to look at her. He’s focusing deeply on maintaining that cool, collected, charming exterior he’s perfected over the years, ever since his publisher insisted on putting his photo on the book jacket for Blood on the Beach. Luckily a knock on the door interrupts any further harassment from Lardo. And then the door swings open, and Derek realizes that this was a terrible, terrible idea.

Present Day

Derek sighs and rolls over for what feels like the hundredth time in half an hour. This was probably all part of Shay’s plan to make his life miserable. Or well, she’s not doing it in a malicious way, she undoubtedly thinks it’s for his own good, but god dammit this is fucking torture.

He can still see it clearly in his mind, the first time he saw Dex in the flesh. It was like some kind of wet dream, Dex’s hair slightly damp, his stiff blue button up shirt hanging open to reveal a thin white undershirt beneath. That white fabric was tight and translucent and Derek swore he could see the outline of Dex’s pecs from across the room. Dex had darted a glance at him, eyes widening just barely, a slight flush rising on his cheeks, and Derek had kind of wanted to die. Dex said something about coming back from the gym to Lardo, but all Derek could think about was how he wanted to get his mouth all over that.

And now, thanks to his evil ex-wife, he has gotten his mouth all up on that. Or well, they’ve kissed, twice. And the second kiss was definitely not something he would be forgetting about soon. He knew the fake boyfriends thing was a terrible idea, but Derek has never claimed to have good ideas, especially when it comes to pretty boys.

Closing his eyes, he breathes in deeply, starting to count down from one hundred. He makes it all the way to seventy five before the numbers in his head are replaced with the image of Angela pouncing on Dex, giggling as Dex fakes his own death with over the top dramatics. Dex is laughing too, his chin tilted back and his eyes sparkling, and Derek’s stomach hurts with how much he wants. From there it’s only natural to replay the kiss, starting with Dex’s big hands curled around his forearms. He can almost taste Dex’s lips, warm and soft and sweet with wine. He can still hear Dex calling him Buttercup, can still see the way Dex’s pupils were blown wide when they broke the kiss, can still feel the tingle from Dex’s stubble dragging against his own.

Derek sighs and starts counting again. It’s going to be a long night.  

The next morning, he considers not going in to the station. It’s not his actual job or anything, and like, he could always claim that he needed to take a day to work on some actual writing instead of following Poindexter around like lost puppy. (And yes, in the daylight it’s Poindexter, not Dex). But he knows what that will look like to Poindexter, and he doesn’t have it in him to leave Poindexter to deal with Birkholtz and Chow’s harassment all by himself. It’ll be fine, he reasons. He can act like last night was all a great and amazing joke, like he can’t still feel the ghost of Poindexter’s lips against his own.

“Not fucking cool,” Derek whispers to himself as he pushes apart the elevator doors, eyes going immediately to Poindexter. Over the past six months, Derek had gotten fairly used to Poindexter and all of his ridiculousness. He doesn’t laugh awkwardly at Poindexter’s jokes anymore, didn’t stare too long at his biceps or anything weird. But Poindexter had the nerve to wear a god damn sweater today, and for some reason all Derek can think about is getting his hands all over it. Which is just… not fucking cool.

“Hey Poindexter, your boyfriend’s here!” Birkholtz bellows, his chuckle bordering on obnoxious. Derek considers hitting him, because the dude can be annoying as fuck, but he gets distracted by the bright flush spreading from Poindexter’s oversized ears to his cheeks. A grown ass man blushing shouldn’t do anything for Derek, but it has his chest feeling tight and an urge to press kisses all across that pink skin rising up inside him regardless.

“Hey babe,” Derek says, shooting finger guns at Poindexter for good measure. It makes Chow laugh, and Poindexter rolls his eyes, but Derek can’t stop staring at Poindexter’s mouth. He doesn’t even have good lips, is the fucking thing. They’re thin and always grimacing or frowning, and really, not ideal for kissing. But last night… last night Derek just wanted those stupid lips all over his entire body.

“Fingerprints came back on our vic,” Poindexter starts as Derek half falls into his chair, setting the tray of coffees down beside him. “Ryanne Combs, nineteen, worked as a go-go dancer at a nightclub, lives at home with her mother in Queens.” Poindexter is all business, though it doesn’t really go with that indecently soft looking blue sweater or the faint blush still covering his cheeks. Derek is staring, and he knows it, but he can’t quite bring himself to stop. “You two,” Poindexter continues, pointing at Chow and Birkholtz, “Go visit the mother. She’s already been notified of her daughter’s death. See if she knows what Ryanne was doing in Greenwich Village. Nurse and I are going to take her place of employment.”

“Spending some more quality time together, huh?” Birkholtz adds, waggling his eyebrows. Nurse would flip him off, but Poindexter’s already glaring, so he figures he should try not to add more fuel to the fire.

“As if you and Chow want to be split up,” Poindexter shoots back easily, standing up in one smooth motion. Derek can’t help but watch as Poindexter holsters his gun and pins on his badge, his NYPD jacket pulling tight across his broad shoulders. It’s a powerful image, something full of serious responsibility and just a tinge of raw sexuality that Derek has been trying to capture in writing Detective Wilder for months now. Grabbing his pen, he hastily scribbles down as few sentences in his notepad, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he can trick his readers into falling in love with Wilder, the same way he accidently fell in love with Poindexter.

It takes Derek a moment to realize he just thought the love word to himself, about Poindexter, and he kind of wants to bleach out his brain. This was not part of the plan, this cannot be happening, there is a big difference between lust and love and Derek did not realize he was so close to that dangerous line.

“Coming Nurse? Or you gonna hang out and write weird metaphors all day?” Poindexter smirks at him, that smug little grin that shows off his teeth and makes Derek’s skin feel too hot.

“I must follow the detective with hair the color of a taco bell hot sauce packet – mild, of course,” Derek half sings. Poindexter laughs, and not for the first time, Derek thanks his parents for skin that doesn’t easily flush. He is so, so, fucked.

The Grind is exactly the kind of place Derek would have as a backdrop for one of his more cheesy mystery novels. In the light of day the place is almost eerie, all those blank walls and velvet couches lit up with sunlight. In the dark with colored lights and fog machines going, it probably seems more… sensual, but for now, it’s just kind of strange. Of course it doesn’t help that Poindexter would be out of place here no matter the time of day, clearly uncomfortable with the atmosphere judging by the stiffness of his movements. It would probably be comical, if Derek could stop thinking about the good time he’d show Poindexter at one of the clubs he likes to frequent. He can just imagine Poindexter with glitter sticking to his sweaty skin, smiling easier with a beer in his hand, pupils blown wide as he watches Derek dance.

“Yeah I know Ryanne,” the club manager huffs, wiping a cloth across the sticky top of one of the VIP tables. “She’s missed three shifts now, what kind of trouble has she gotten into this time?” The manager seems tired, her violet braids tied up in a big bun on top of her head. She looks like what Derek imagines Aphrodite to be, with her deep brown eyes and darker skin, her body full of soft curves, from her lips to her hips and waist. He knows instantly that he’ll be writing a character around her at some point, almost captivated with the way her lips part in shock when Poindexter breaks the news to her.

“Well now that I think of it,” she’s saying as Derek brings himself back to reality. “There was a guy, he showed up here several times, always on Ryanne’s nights… he’d just stand there and stare at her while she danced. It was creepy as hell. I don’t think he was here during the shifts she missed either.”

Poindexter nods seriously, scribbling something down in his notebook. “Could you help us identify this man? We need to track him down.”

“He was here just a few days ago, I can have someone in security pull the footage from the front door and send it over.”

“That would be great, thanks Olivia.” Poindexter hands her his card, shoving his notebook back in his pocket. “Give me a call when you find the footage, or if you think of anything else.”

Derek follows Poindexter out of the club in a haze, mind working overtime as he thinks about how he will add Olivia to his book. Perhaps as Detective Wilder’s best friend, who he has unmistakable UST with. Or maybe as a rival FBI agent, always showing up to take over Wilder’s cases before he can solve them. There’s so many possibilities here, and it feels good to add a character that’s outside of Wilder’s core group of fellow detectives that the story is built around.  

“So,” Poindexter says, his voice catching in his throat. Derek blinks and forces himself to the present, only to realize that they’re in Poindexter’s SUV, and have been driving for a few minutes at least. “About last night…” Derek swallows hard. He has no idea where Poindexter is going with this, but he’s pretty sure he’s not going to like it. “When we… um… kissed… I just uh, wanted to make sure that I didn’t like over step or anything… you know, we didn’t really talk about it.”

Derek can’t help but grin. Poindexter’s actually being almost chivalrous. It’s ridiculous, is what it is, but god dammit, it’s kind of cute. “Dude, you’re all good, don’t worry about it,” Derek pats absently at Poindexter’s arm. “That was like, top five material anyways bro, so thanks for that.”

Poindexter lets out a choking sound, and when Derek looks at him, his entire face has gone bright red. Derek replays that last sentence in his head.

“Uh…” he starts, wracking his brain for some sort of explanation that isn’t totally humiliating but also doesn’t totally wreck his chances of getting to kiss Poindexter again.

“Top five material,” Poindexter asks, his voice jumping an octave. “Only top five, seriously?”

And that isn’t exactly where Derek thought this was going. He shifts sideways in his seat so that he can smirk at Poindexter head on. “Where do you rank our kiss, Poindexter?”

“This isn’t about my experiences,” Poindexter scowls, full flush returning to his ears and neck. “It’s just not acceptable to me to be any lower than third place.” He sets his jaw, defiant, as they pull into the precinct lot, and Derek has to tamp down on the sudden urge to set his teeth on the sharp edge of Poindexter’s jawbone.

“Well you’re sitting solidly in fifth place,” Derek lies, purposefully not moving from his seat as Poindexter parks the SUV. He can feel his heart pounding in his fingertips, blood racing hot through his veins. “Moving up in the ranks is all up to you, dude.”

The tension in the car is palpable, like electricity zipping back and forth between Derek and Poindexter as they stare at each other across the center console. Poindexter’s eyes flick down to Derek’s lips and back up again, and Derek feels like he’s suddenly back at sixteen and kissing Tiffany Brown for the very first time. “Yeah, okay,” Poindexter breathes, his voice low and thick and full of determination. Derek’s not ready for Poindexter to reach for him, one big, calloused hand curling around the back of his neck, dragging him gently forward. He’s not ready for the slow drag of Poindexter’s upturned nose up the length of his throat, the shivery heat of his breath against his ear. He is ready by the time their eyes lock though, ready for Dex’s lips on his, ready for anything Dex could throw at him.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Dex asks, and it’s cliché and annoying, and the answer is obviously yes, and Derek clearly shouldn’t be swooning, but he is. Oh he is.

“Yeah,” Derek breathes, already starting to close the distance between them. This kiss is different than the last, rougher, hotter. Their lips slot together for only a moment before Dex’s teeth are involved, nipping and tugging, soothing the sting with his tongue. Derek thinks he might be dying, possibly, when he pushes his fingers into Dex’s hair and Dex straight up whines. He’s uncomfortably aware of how hard his dick is all of a sudden, but he can’t really bring himself to care, when Dex’s teeth tug gently at his ear. “Jesus Dex,” he sighs, tilting his head to the side in an effort to offer up more skin.

Dex hums, pressing chaste kisses all along Derek’s jaw as he works his way back to his mouth. When their lips meet again it’s clearly with the distinct purpose of reducing Derek to a puddle in the passenger seat of this SUV. It’s the perfect combination of tongue and teeth and lips, like Dex somehow got his hands on a Kissing Derek Nurse: For Dummies book and memorized it word for word. Derek wants to take off Dex’s shirt, wants to take off his own shirt, wants to move this to the backseat and take Dex apart piece by piece. He wants to take Dex home, wants him in his bed and in his kitchen and wants to watch him read Harry Potter to Angela at bed time.

And that… that is scary as fuck, but he’s pretty sure he’s passed the point of no return on this one.

“So,” Dex whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of Derek’s lips. “Where do I rank now?” Derek blinks at him, for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to play this.

“Solid third,” he says finally, watching a smirk lift Dex’s lips. “Can’t give you any higher than that though.” Dex’s eyes narrow momentarily, before a smug (insanely hot) grin takes over his face.

“We’ll see about that.” Dex has the audacity to wink at him before turning and climbing out of the SUV, an irritating swagger evident as he heads towards the precinct. Derek hurries after him, praying that he doesn’t look freshly ravaged and beyond annoyed that it’s still daylight and he’s reverted to referring to him as Dex in his head instead of Poindexter.

Dex holds the door for him, which is completely out of character, but Derek isn’t going to complain about getting to enjoy a tension filled elevator ride with the guy he apparently wants to get all domestic with. “You know,” Dex says, as the elevator passes the second floor. “You’re probably like, a solid fifth for me.” It’s a lie, Derek thinks, judging by the vaguely guilty look on Dex’s face.

Derek can’t help but grin as the elevator opens on the third floor, more than happy to watch the flex of Dex’s shoulders as he shoves the doors all the way open. “We’ll see about that.”

Dex flips him the bird over his shoulder, but it’s totally worth it.    

[buckywintersoldierbarnes2017]

A Hidden Pain - Part 6

Original request from anon: Could you please write a Bucky x reader where she works as the teams assistant? She’s got a violent bf but no one knows about it until he assaults her at one of Starks parties. Bucky steps in and kicks his ass. He helps her move out of her place to live with him since he’s got his own floor at the tower.

Note: I still can’t believe how much has come out of this request. I knew it would be one that would be more than a one shot but to already be on Part 6?! Just.....wow! I hope you are all enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it <3 I reckon there will be two more parts after this one and then the story will be complete. Bucky x Abused!Reader Words: 2,460 Warnings: Threat of life, blood, intimidating behaviour, serious injury, swearing and angst. Disclaimer: First GIF is not mine so all credit goes to its creator <3 Last one was created by me.

A Hidden Pain Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Any trace of hope you’d had for Bucky gaining control again disappeared the second he started to hit you again. No more words escaped you as the pain hit you in a barrage of waves, over and over again, your heart breaking that little bit more with each punch he threw at you. He was lost….well and truly….and the only thing you could do now was let him complete the job he had been ordered to do.

“That’s enough soldier.”

All you had been able to hear was the blood rushing through your ears, the rapid thumping of your heart, but Josh’s voice cut through it all as his words stopped the actions of the cold-blooded super soldier before you. Your eyes had long since left his, not wanting to see that they were now so void of emotion, and when you knew another blow wasn’t going to come you hung your head down along so that your chin was resting on your chest.

“I think our little guest here needs some time alone to think about what it is she needs to do. Maybe then she will say the words and set herself free.”

The tears ran down your bloodied and bruised cheeks, feeling like acid as they sank into open wounds, but it was only when you knew that the two men had left the room that you let out a loud, anguished, cry. It wasn’t a short one either because as soon as it escaped you all of the emotion you had refused to show in front of both the soldier and Josh came flooding out. It echoed out around you bouncing off each of the bare walls of the building.

This was all your fault. If you hadn’t have gone to the stupid party that night Bucky would never have become involved in this…..he would never have lost his mind to the horrors of Hydra. Steve, if you ever even saw him again, was never going to forgive you for this. His best friend, the man he had known all his life, was once again erased as the assassin side of him took over. Because of you.

During the latest round of blows the Winter Soldier had delivered to you both your wrists had constantly tried to pull themselves free from the rope restraints and were now red raw to the point where even the slightest twitch of a muscle caused you to whimper from the pain it installed in you. But it was those twitches that had you noticing through your hazy state that the ropes had actually become loose; thank god Josh’s knots never lasted long, something which you had learned whilst on a sailing trip with his father one year, now you had some kind of chance at getting out of here.

Biting back the inevitable pain you felt as you wriggled your wrists out of the rope until you heard the soft thud of the blood-soaked material as it fell onto the floor behind the chair. Once your hands were free you made quick work of the binds around your ankles…now all you needed to do was figure out a way to leave unnoticed. It would be easy enough if it was just Josh you had to get away from but a super soldier? You knew all too well that with the serum they had given him each of his senses had been heightened….you didn’t know to what extent but there was every possibility he could hear you moving from over a mile away.

Not the most comforting thought when you needed to keep your wits about you.

You were more than aware of the door they had both exited from, which was a no-go, but this derelict building was huge and there was bound to be at least one other exit and Josh would never have walked here either which meant there would be some sort of vehicle too. All you needed to do was to get in it and drive off from here as fast as you could….get up to a high enough speed and even the Winter Soldier wouldn’t be able to catch up to you.

You left the seat that you had been strapped to for what felt like hours now and immediately headed for the shadows. If they returned now you would be found anyway but something about the darkness surrounding you made you feel a little more comfortable, like you were protected somewhat.

Luck must have been on your side at that moment because you were only in the shadows for a few brief seconds before you found your hand brushing up against a door handle. Even through the intense swelling and bruising on your face a small smile was evident as you very carefully wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it down. Never before had you tried so hard to be quiet; if you’d have been in a normal building then the moves you made wouldn’t have been amplified so much but this derelict building was creaking and groaning with each step you took as though it was actually alive….so, of course, as soon as you pulled down the handle it’s groan echoed out all around you so loud it made you instantly grimace.

Your hands were shaking from the shock that was beginning to set in, your catalogue of injuries really beginning to set in now, but you couldn’t focus on the pain; the handle was already making as much noise as you could so you needed to do this quickly…like ripping off a band aid from a healed wound.

The choice to swing the door open quickly proved to be the right choice because not even a full second after it had closed behind you your ears picked up on the two men entering the building again.

“So, [y/n], I hope you’re ready for round tw-“ Josh’s voice trailed off and although you couldn’t see the scene inside for yourself you knew he would have just come to the realisation that you were no longer tied to the chair. He was going to be furious “WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!”

His angered shout was your cue to leave at that moment, knowing that he would soon send the Winter Soldier out looking for you, and immediately your eyes scanned around the darkness the night had brought with it until they fell on the very thing you needed to get out of here….Josh’s car.

Your legs felt like complete jelly at this moment in time as your weakened state hit you and the run you attempted to get yourself to the vehicle felt like that which you would experience in a dream…where no matter how hard you tried to move you just didn’t get anywhere, it was almost like your legs were gradually forgetting how to move.

As soon as you were close enough you threw yourself at the car so that you had something to lean on before entering the unlocked car. Hotwiring it wasn’t an issue for you even in your injured state as it had been one of the first thing Steve (yes, Steve ‘Goody Two Shoes’ Rogers himself!) had taught you. He was incredibly protective over those he considered family and he probably had a scenario similar to this running through his mind as he gave you the lesson….if you made it out of here alive you were going to have to make sure you thanked him because the engine soon roared to life around you.

For the first time in what seemed liked days you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you put the car into gear and pushed your foot down onto the accelerator.

The car should have sped off, leaving the eerie building far behind you, but even as the engine revved violently you didn’t feel yourself going anywhere. Panic set in as you repeatedly put your foot onto the accelerator hoping that it was just a small problem and it would get moving at some point but nothing was happening. Out of instinct your eyes travelled up to the rear-view mirror and that was when you saw him, his whole form illuminated by the car’s rear lights, and his metal hand was resting on top of the trunk, keeping the car firmly in its place.

Running from him was something you weren’t capable of doing at all right now but there didn’t seem to be any other choice. You were going to have to grit your teeth through the pain and just hope for the best.

You hadn’t even finished opening the door when you felt the cold feeling of metal wrapping around your throat and yanking you out of the driver’s seat. The eyes that you came face to face with were void of any emotion, just as they had been back in the warehouse, but this time you refused to just take whatever it was he had in mind for you. This time you were determined to get through to him.

No words escaped your lips and even though his grip on your throat was fast beginning to cut off your airway you didn’t even let out a choked gasp; instead you raised up a single bloodied hand and placed it onto his cheek, just as you had done on that first night you had witnessed him having nightmares and numerous times since, and let your thumb trace gentle patterns on his rough skin. Your eyes never left his and the black dots that were beginning to swamp your vision didn’t make your actions falter at all.

His grip loosened on your throat, causing an audible gasp to finally escape you as you took in as much air as you could, and his flesh hand came up to meet with yours that was still resting on his cheek.

“Get out of here.” It was him. It was Bucky….it had to be. There was no way the Winter Soldier would have been telling you to leave, unless of course this was no more than a game of cat and mouse for him, a small smile tugged up on your lips but it soon faded when you saw the look of sheer heartbreak in his beautiful eyes. He was staring at the injuries he had given you himself….the blood that decorated your face was because of him, and it made him feel more sick than he had ever done in his life. “Go now! Get away from me!”

Before you could protest he pushed you away from him gently as he took a few steps back from you. He couldn’t even force back the tears that had gathered inside his eyes and they soon started to fall. He couldn’t bear to look at what he had done to you, it was killing him to do so, but he was horribly aware that he had no right to be able to look away from the results of his violent actions.

You wanted, no you needed to feel him underneath your touch again, hold him closer than ever, but he was never going to allow that to happen. He was now terrified that he was going to hurt you again…so much so that he was paying no attention to the heightened senses he had, to the fact that Josh was currently sneaking up behind him with an infuriated snarl curling up onto his face. A glint of something appeared in the corner of your eye, drawing your attention to whatever it was, and your swollen eyes widened in horror when you saw that it was a kitchen knife.

“You, Soldier, are a disg-“

“NO!”

Your cry was loud as your body launched itself towards where Josh was. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion but not enough for Bucky to be able to react quick enough to stop the next event from happening. As you reached Josh you felt an agonising pain course through you as both flesh and muscle were torn apart by the steel blade. You had placed yourself between the two men at the last moment and so the force in which Josh had put into his action to hurt the soldier wasn’t lessened at all when you appeared….meaning the knife didn’t stop until the handle reached your open wound.

A strong pair of arms wrapped around your body before it could hit the floor and when you turned your head to see that it was the man you had fallen head over heels in love with hysterical sobs began to consume you.

“Buck.”

You smiled up at him, not realising that blood was already beginning to pool inside of your mouth and was covering your teeth, you had managed to bring him back. Steve wasn’t going to have to go through with losing his best friend again.

“Jesus fucking Christ [y/n] I….I’m so sorry.”

“Ssssh…do-don’t even st-start with….with that.” You wanted to raise up a hand so that you could place a finger onto his lips and silence his unneeded apology but the pain that shot through you as you tried to was far too much for you to handle and it caused you to cry out. Bucky’s hold on you tightening as his tears fell onto you. “Not….Not your fault.”

A tiredness consumed you once you had spoken and you were now fighting to keep yourself awake as blood continued to pour from the wound despite the knife still being inside it. Bucky shook you desperately to stop you from falling unconscious.

“Stay with me [y/n]. Don’t you dare fall asleep. I love you too….” He remembered the last words you had spoken to him seconds before he had fallen into his assassin mode and even through the trauma your body was experiencing you still felt your heart skip a beat. “…which means you don’t get away from me this easily. You’re….You’re stuck with my crazy arse now.” His flesh hand came to rest on your cheek, forcing you to look at him, it was trembling uncontrollably and you so longed to be able to comfort him right now. “I am never going to leave you. Just wake up DAMNIT!”

Your eyes had won the battle and they now refused to open as you started to slip into the dark and lonely world of unconsciousness.

“I….I didn’t…..the silly bitch wasn’t supposed to stand in the fucking way alright! This isn’t my fault!”

Josh’s voice was one of the last things you heard before you lost yourself to the world but it was quickly silenced after an animal-like growl sounded from Bucky followed by a noise that could only be described as someone’s bones being crunched.

Then there was nothing……

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