#it took me AWHILE to beat that guy. he killed me like TWICE with his hp down to the quarter and i refused to let that count to the loop

[aria0fgold]

Well that was... unsettling...

[theragethatisdesire]

cowboy jean nsfw alphabet please i beg of you🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

oh you guys are going to kill me. kill me dead!!!! but i .....i cannot resist. i lowkey thought everyone had forgotten about our yeehaw boy but he haunts my dreams so i MUST. i'm so excited hehehehe.

nsfw yeehaw daddy headcanons below the cut minors get outta here

A. Aftercare

cowboy!jean is a good ole boy. he'll never leave you sitting there panting and covered in cum, he's always going to be a gentleman and clean you up, sweetheart that he is deep down. not big into the tender loving bathtime together or anything, but he'll cuddle and make sure you're well taken care of.

B. Body part

grew up on a farm, so he appreciates a well-muscled woman, jean loves your legs, like could stare at them all day. definitely a sucker for kissing you ankle to thigh before he eats you out, takes his time. he loves late nights on the porch where you swing your feet into his lap and he can just rub on your legs for awhile as you chit chat about nothing.

C. Cum

i think cowboy!jean is the most guilty of a breeding kink. doesn't want to cum anywhere but inside you. once you tell him you've gotten on birth control and it's actually safe to cum inside you and live out his fantasy without the risk of actually getting you pregnant, he's never "wasting a drop" again, as he puts it. can't wait til the day he can put a ring on your finger and toss your pills out for good.

D. Dirty secret

would love if you took charge in the bedroom. i feel like this jean comes off as being less enthusiastic about subbing than pretty girl jean, but even though he'd never ask for/initiate it, he would go crazy watching you pin him to the bed and using him however you want to get yourself off. wants to be your personal fuck toy once or twice lol.

E. Experience

idk why all of my variations of the boys are hoes, but yes, as we saw peeking through his window (lol), jean is a true, old-fashioned wild west cowboy that has slept his way around as he travels working on different ranches, so he knows his way around a woman's body quite well. weirdly, i hc that cowboy!jean lost his virginity very young too, so he's been at it for longer than most his age.

F. Favorite position

mating press, 100%. loves seeing you pinned underneath him, powerless and wiggling against his strong grip, especially when you cum like that. also the best position to get you pregnant in (not like he researched it) again, breeding kink!!!

G. Goofy

cowboy!jean is a pretty serious person in general, very quiet and contemplative most of the time, so i wouldn't say he's too into joking around in the bedroom. afterwards, he'll stay up and giggle and trade stories with you all night, but just not during.

H. Hair

let's be real here. you're both living and working on a ranch, no one's got time to shave when they're waking up at 4:30 every morning! always has a little thatch of curly blonde hair behind the zipper without fail, and never expects you to shave for the same reason.

I. Intimacy

once you've started seeing each other more, you learn that cowboy!jean loves nothing more than a slow, sweet night between the sheets. intimacy isn't something he's well-versed in, but it comes very naturally to him. missionary, holding hands, soft little kisses, the whole nine yards. he loves to treat you like the precious little thing you are to him just as much as he loves to reduce you to tears.

J. Jack off

working on a ranch is a hard-ass job, and more often than not, jean's so achey and beat by the end of the day that he doesn't even have the energy to jack off, especially not once you've invited him to your bed. he'd much rather walk straight past his cabin over to your little house and let you take care of him with your mouth, something you're always happy to oblige. i think he literally only jacks off when you're unavailable and he really needs to, otherwise it's just not something he makes time to do when it's a choice between that or valuable sleep.

K. Kink

breeding kink obviously, but i think what really tipped him over the edge is the voyeurism kink he didn't know he had when jean realized you'd been watching him fuck around. ofc he'd never do it to you again, but the thought of you peering in, doing something so unthinkably nasty really really got him going. again, also 100% a switch, loves the rare times when you take control and take what you want from him, especially after an especially hard day at work. i think he'd also get off going to visit you at work, watching you bat your eyes at the bar patrons (for tips, ofc), knowing that he gets to be the one to take you home that night. not sure if it's a kink, but it definitely turns him on.

L. Location

once he gets over his paralyzing fear of your father, i could see cowboy!jean really having a public sex thing? like wants to take you up in the barn and fuck you in the hayloft, or take you out to a field in his truck and fuck you in the bed of it. he's just so comfortable with nature and wide open spaces that it's become a bit of a fantasy for him.

M. Motivation

cowboy!jean loves watching you get down and dirty on the ranch, especially riding your horse. one of your favorite things to do together is take your horses out and get lost in the trails and jean literally can't hold himself together and ends up fucking you against a tree out in the middle of nowhere.

N. No

definitely no impact play beyond light spanking, doesn't like to mark you up too too much in case someone on the farm could see. cowboy!jean is a gentleman, so he's not too into degradation either. think of him as the ultimate soft dom.

O. Oral

nothing, and i mean nothing in the world makes jean feel better after a long day than a sloppy blowjob. you're the best he's ever had, and he takes advantage, always beckoning you to "come get on your knees for me sugar, was thinkin' about this pretty mouth all day". and who are you to complain, i mean look at him

P. Pace/Q. Quickie

so i'm combining these solely because of cowboy!jean x reader's schedules. while a quickie isn't your preferred method of sex, it's what you're often stuck with due to his hours on the farm, your complete opposite schedule as a bartender in town, and both of your respective exhaustion after a long shift. jean won't ever let you go without even if it's just ten minutes, always makes you finish with his mouth or his fingers if he cums too quickly to get the job done fucking (which is rare). because of the nature of your schedules, jean fucks fast and hard, just the way you like it. but if you've ever both got a few days off? you're not leaving the bed, let's just put it that way.

R. Risk

cowboy!jean isn't really a risktaker in bed in my opinion. he's pretty traditional and has all of his kinks well-identified. if you really wanted to try something, i think he'd be game, but i think he prefers it to just be you and him and some consistency between you both after all the inconsistency in his life up to this point.

S. Stamina

again, cowboy!jean is such a sleepy boy LOL he needs his rest! but if he can get a day off? this dude can go for HOURS i mean like nonstop round after round after round. you're more tired on jean's day off than you are when you work a double lol. def makes the most use of his time when he can find it.

T. Toys

understands that toys are useful, but again, he likes consistency and he gets off knowing that he's the one making you feel so good. does, however, go insane when you send him videos of you playing with yourself with your toys. he has a whole folder under lock and key on his iphone 8 (LMFAO u know this man is not technologically advanced okay) of videos of you stuffing yourself with toys, moaning about how you miss him when he has to go over to other ranches to sell horses and shit.

U. Unfair

between the two of you, you are absolutely the tease. jean's just so fun to rile up. after you start sleeping together, you don't stop the antics you used to get his attention in the first place, in fact, you get worse. shorter dresses, shorter shorts, oh no! forgot to wear a bra to come check on ace down at the barn! it drives jean crazy, especially when the other stablehands are making eyes at each other and not-so-subtly nodding at your ass when you bend over to pick a few things off the ground. believe me, you're going to pay for that later.

V. Volume

dirty talker, but louder than pretty girl jean. again, lots of grunts and groans, loves to compliment you, tell you how good you're doing and how good you feel, how pretty you look, etc. again, he's the ultimate soft dom.

W. Wild card

i sort of already said this, but he loves outdoor sex. like out in nature, in the trails, bed of his truck, after swimming in the lake, etc. he just can't get enough. something about having his wild girl out in the middle of nowhere split open on him just really does it for jean.

X. X-ray

i'm going to go seven inches, but he's pretty. like, pretty pink tip, smooth, veiny. every time he pulls his pants off you just want to put him in your mouth.

Y. Yearning

i think that while jean is always super exhausted from work, when he decides in the middle of the day that your shorts are a little too tight or you've batted those pretty eyes at him one too many times, it's over. he's coming over to yours to fuck you silly, come hell or high water. with exhaustion and stress comes the need to find something to take your frustration out on, and luckily for jean, he has your body to do whatever he wants to. lucky lucky you!

Z. Zzzz

oh yes. literally within 10 minutes of you both getting cleaned up and snuggled into the sheets, jean's asleep. usually you're the one setting an alarm for the both of you so he can sneak out of your house before your father's started marching around the grounds. poor thing is just so worn out and so content laying in your arms, he's snoring before you can even turn the lamp off. precious<3

[starryse]

The Star Pitcher

Juyeon x Reader

The Boyz high school au!, 60’s au!, baseball team TBZ au!

6.8k Words

Summary: The perks of baseball season consisted of seeing your cute guy friends in their uniforms, soft pretzels, and the excuse to get out of your house and sit in the warm summer sun. The downside? One of your cute guy friends was also the team’s pitcher who you were madly in love with.

Masterlist

The neon lights cascaded across the line of skateboards and bikes outside of the diner, the shining glare reflecting onto the window next to your booth. The sky was darkening to a deep shade of purple, the street lights and passing by cars offering comfort in the oncoming night. Dusk was a beautiful time in the city, though the shadows that came from the groves of trees when you walked through the trails were disheartening to say the least. You weren’t as lucky as the rest of your bunch, not owning a motorcycle or your dads hand me down car- you weren’t even allowed a skateboard because it was “unfair” to your younger siblings. This made the long journey home after your daily hangouts quite dreadful; and as summer time grew closer, the nights became shorter, meaning the comforting blue sky disappeared twice as fast.

Your face scrunched in distaste as you focused on the increasingly dark outside, not registering the conversations going on around you. The boy next to you noticed your dazed state, his eyes glancing down to your hands as they twirled around the straw in your half empty milkshake.

“You okay?”

Blinking a few times, the dryness of your eyes slowly faded as you snapped your attention to your disformed straw in front of you. You hummed, “yeah why?” your finger gliding across the rim of the glass, strawberry cream coating your skin in result. Juyeon watched you wipe the residue on the bottom of the Jean jacket he let you borrow, his sharp eyes enlarging as he winced- his mom would surely kill him later. The slicked hair boy was brought back to his senses when you finally looked over at him, his mouth quickly stammering a response, “oh, I uh just thought you seemed a little out of it,” Juyeon awaited your reaction, continuing when you simply shrugged, “you know I can drive you home, y/n”

You groaned, pushing your back into the booths cushion while pushing your drink closer to the window sill, “Juyeon-“

“I know I know, you don’t have to tell me twice” the huffing man leaned against the table, resting his chin against his propped up arm. You rolled your eyes, poking your pouting friend in his side, causing him to jump and swat away your hand, “Don’t be a baby, baby. I can handle myself okay?”

“Yeah Yeon, don’t be a baby. Y/n has made it very clear she doesn’t want any of us to take her home because she’s embarrassed by our presence” Hyunjae’s mocking tone ceases your hands from Juyeon’s sides.

“Wha- not true asshat” you didn’t bother in defending yourself anymore when it came to Hyunjae’s smart remarks, it was a hidden show of affection between the two of you. Though it didn’t stop you from tossing the ball of straw paper into his open cup of coke. That particular action gave you a disgusted look from the brunette, his lips moving as you could only imagine the mimicking words that spilled out.

Daily hangouts with your group of angsty, sarcastic boys was your favorite thing to do when you needed a much needed break. At the end of a long day, seeing the familiar 11 faces waiting for you at the school entrance was just what you needed to relieve stress. Even if they were possibly the most annoying people you have ever had the pleasure of knowing, they were your favorite humans. Maybe except the current boy beside you who’s shoulders were shaking against yours as he laughed at Eric’s sly comment. He wasn’t as annoying as the others. Then again, the hearts that soared around your eyes as you snuck glances towards him were a dead give away you were a bit biased- the heart wants what it wants. And in this case, yours most definitely wanted the handsome baseball player, Lee Juyeon.

“Earth to Y/n. Hellooo? We’re leaving, dummy.”

“Huh?” Your head snapped up to meet the annoyed expression of Sunwoo, eyes following the boys that had been piling out of the booth as you sat confused.

Sunwoo looked to Eric for assistance, knowing fair well why you had been blatantly zoned out the last 15 minutes. Eric nodded at Sunwoo, ushering for him to head out the door with the others as he mouthed an I got this.

“Cmon’ pretty girl, I think me and you need a Juyeon free night. What do you say?” Eric grabbed the jacket you had shrugged off over the back of the booth, tossing it over his shoulder while he stood waiting for you at the exit. God you were really whipped, Eric was pretty damn sure of that as he watched the puppy dog look you sent his way in response to his question. Knowing the answer, Eric wrapped his arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer as the two of you made way back to the rowdy group.

Most of the boys had took off towards their houses, only Juyeon, Kevin, Sunwoo, and Hyunjae remaining. The boys were sat along the curb of the parking lot, shared glasses of coke being passed around while they waited for their two youngest to return.

Sunwoo broke the silence, his infamous evil smirk pointed at Juyeon and Hyunjae, “I wonder what Y/n and Eric are doing” Three heads turned to the sighing boy, eyes scrunched in curiosity as they awaited Sunwoo’s next words.

“I mean, it has been awhile right? And those two are quiteee close”

Antagonizing. That’s all he’s doing.

Did the two gullible idiots whom were currently gawking at one another realize this? No. No they didn’t. The muttering boys scrambled up from their spots on the ledge, untied shoes tripping against the pebbles that had loosened from the cement as they rose quickly to find the “quite close” pair. Sunwoo’s hand clasped tightly against his mouth, the urge to fight the oncoming cackles growing harder as he watched the gangly men run into the bike racks, their ego’s too high to even care while they bolted for the diner’s door. Kevin, not remotely amused, watched in disapproval, knowing fair well that the hyena sounding laugh near him was that of pure provoktion at the gullible dancers who, at their own expense, were a tad finicky over their youngest friend.

“You know why they’re like that, right?”

Sunwoo nodded his head, sucking in a breath as his laughter died down. Of course he knew why, whether or not he liked it, he knew everything about the diverse set of feelings in the group. He sighed, tucking a leg close to his chest while the other kicked against the pavement, “yeah of course I know. I think everyone does except Y/n herself.”

The coke was bitter in Kevin’s mouth, the acidic taste tingling against the cuts on his lips. Having enough, he set the coke by Sunwoo, using the drink as a sort of share of thoughts between the two. Uttering a thank you, Sunwoo was quick to down the rest of the fizzy soda, a grotesque burp following. Loud laughter once again surrounded the curb, though this time sounds of disgust and displeasure joined as Kevin shoved the guilty party farther away from him, his left hand fanning the air away from his nose.

“God Sunwoo-“

“What, it was a great drink!”

You and Eric finally rounded the corner of the parking lot, a fighting cat and dog duo following close behind as they beat themselves up for listening to Sunwoo, yet again. Hearing the noises behind them, Kevin and Sunwoo turned to the 4 of you, looks of relief washing over them. Sunwoo stood up, dusting the dirt off of his track pants in the process, “God finally you idiots show up, did you not notice the darkness surrounding us?? It is,” he checked the thick silver watch decorated on his wrist, a scoff leaving his lips, “8 pm”

Eric snorted, rolling his eyes in response, “okay grandpa, let’s go then”

You stood against the small tree near the end of the street, your arms crossed against your chest to shield yourself from the growing winds. The cars passing by offered some light against the darkening sky, the diner’s lights beginning to dim as closing time got closer. Summer time was supposed to be warm and bright, and yet here you stood waiting for your friends, shivers running down your body while you glanced around the city's streets. Interrupting your small bruising session, the feeling of a shoulder knocking against yours had you turning to look at the culprit, your nerves calming at the familiar face.

“Hi”

“Hey” you grinned back, eyes scanning the pretty man. The moonlight brought a look of innocence to his face, the blue fluorescents casting shadows across his skin leaving only the bundle of stars in his dark eyes to light up his appearance. Juyeon was a human of the finest features, and a stellar personality to match. The duality his eyes could perceive was always interesting to watch, you never knew to expect his sharp gaze or soft looks of adoration. Tonight, you found yourself hoping for the second option.

Juyeon reached for your hand, tugging it into his as he placed both of them into his jacket pocket. His thumb ran circles over your knuckles, the slightly rough padding of his fingers locking between yours. Your eyes peered down to his jacket, stomach knotting at the sight of your hand with his. This was okay, right?

“I figured you were cold”

You lifted your head, free hand pushing away the strands of hair that blocked your vision. Juyeons sight was casted on the other boys, watching as they fought over who got to ride with him instead of skating home in the dark, “I saw Eric with the jacket I gave you, so I kinda assumed you would be freezing your ass off by now”

Juyeon’s taunt was meant to joke around with you, and normally you’d scowl then proceed to pick at him right back. But maybe it was the way he looked under the stars, or the way your hand felt great in his as the feeling brought you warmth. Or it could be the proximity between you two, shoulders pressed against one another in comfort against the wind. Either way, the options had the same anxious thoughts of feeling the need to get over the stupid crush on your friend. Your heart tugged at the thought, it was hard to move on from someone who hid you snacks in your room every time he came over. But having a crush on your best friend who you just knew was too out of your league? That was even worse.

“Y/n, let’s bounce. I wanna start that new film series before my mom gets home from the pub!”

Oh thank God for Eric Sohn.

Mentally letting out a breath of relief, you loosened your grip from Juyeons hand, slipping away from his hold in the process. Bidding the boy goodbye, you waved over your shoulder before jogging to Eric as he began to skate back to his house. Juyeon, on the other hand, stood stone cold, watching the two of you exchange laughs and smacks on each other’s arms. He knew it was ridiculous to be pissed over two friends getting along, so why was he squeezing his jacket sleeves just a tad too hard? His jaw was slack, teeth nipping at cheeks as he yelled for the three idiots, who were still fussing over who got to ride with him home, to give him his keys.

Thankful that the trip to Eric’s was much shorter than what would have been your lonely walk home, you were pleased to already be walking up the steps of his farm porch. Knowing there was no formality needed to invite you in, Eric simply unlocked the door and waited for you to step inside before he relocked it.

Eric’s house, much like him, was always comforting. His house smelt of pine and vanilla, not surprising since he too smelt similar to that. Eric’s bedroom was on the 2nd floor, whereas his parents slept downstairs (which made for great sleepovers so you didn’t have to worry about waking his mom up who works 2nd shift).

Your shoes were tossed to the side of the wall next to Eric’s, knowing how strict his mom was when it came to keeping the house tidy, you had a designated spot for your shoes whenever you visited. Eric, who was now passing you one of the waters he grabbed from the fridge, motioned his head to the stairs, silently telling you to make way to his room.

For a teenage boy, Eric’s room wasn’t nearly as messy as one would think. His clothes were tucked away in his dresser drawers or hanging behind his closest doors, leaving the messiest thing to be his un-made bed. You plopped yourself onto the nearest side of the bed, making room for Eric on the other side. The radio that usually sat on his side table was tossed in between you two, Eric’s fingers nimbly flicking between the stations to find the baseball film he had been non-stop talking about. The TV downstairs was off limits until his parents were home, they were quite finicky as the cost for the larger box tv was a little too much to be accidentally broken by their energetic son.

Settling yourself into his pillows, you tugged the closest blanket over your torso, legs curled up to press against your chest. Eric’s sudden exclaim had you giggling at his victorious outburst, his arms fist pumping the air before turning the volume on the gadget up. Jumping beside you, the blonde shimmied to your side, wrapping one arm behind your back and the other behind his head.

“I cannot wait to watch this, Younghoon told me it was the best movie he’s ever seen!” Eric was going on and on, his eyes lighting up as if he were the same moon that glared down at Juyeon earlier. Juyeon. Right. Why did your brain have to bring him up? As if you couldn’t escape the mere presence of him, he was filling your thoughts just as often.

Noticing your lack of response, Eric craned his head down to see you pressed against his shoulder blade, eyes stuck on the bed sheets beneath you. He should have known it would be nearly impossible to have a night without the pitcher of their own baseball team being brought up.

“I can feel you staring at me”

Eric scoffed, flicking the side of your temple while looking back at the radio, “yeah well I bet my sheets could say the same thing.”

Left hanging, Eric took notice real quick at the feeling of something wet drip onto his jeans. His inner baseball player came out as he swiftly moved you up to eye height, hands pushing your shoulders back to rest against his bed frame.

“Hey, look at me”

Before you even had the time to react, Eric was already gently lifting your face up to meet his. Your eyes raised to meet Eric’s concerned brown ones, though your vision was much blurrier compared to his you could imagine. His thumb was soft against your cheeks, blue sleeves wiping the few tears that escaped past your waterline. You felt terrible. Not just because of the unreciprocated feelings you had on Juyeon. But seeing the way your usual happy-go-lucky friend was looking at you as if you were the most fragile thing on the planet- man, that stung.

“What can I do to help, Y/n?” Eric’s voice was gentle, barely audible even. His palms never left their spot against your cheeks, his fingers lightly tracing across your skin to bring you ease.

The truth was, you didn’t know how he could help. Deep down you knew there wasn’t anything anyone could do to relieve the ache you felt every time you saw Juyeon; everytime you remember that he wasn’t interested in you like that, how his heart wasn’t set on you like yours was for him. Not only did you feel utterly helpless, but you felt the gnawing feeling that you were only being annoying, making a big deal out of a stupid crush.

With a shaky breath, you placed your hands on Eric’s before pulling them down to your lap, “I want you to help me move on.”

“Are you sure you’re fine? Because I have no problem keeping you here until you are”

“Yes Eric, I promise I’m okay” you slipped your shoe over your heel, “besides, I’ll see you at school tomorrow so you’ll know if I’m not, right?”

The pout on his face raised enough that he could mumble a Pinky Promise, as he tightened his pinky around yours. You laughed at his childish antics, pulling him over for a hug, “pinky promise,” you patted the top of his head, his chest huffing after, “don’t forget to be at my house before 6! Juyeon gets there around 6:15 so I want you there before he is”

Eric nodded, pushing you towards the door, “okay leave now because I have no self control and will definitely not let you leave if you don’t go now”

Mumbling strands of okay with giggles spewn between, you finally made it out the door and began the ever boring walk home.

**As soon as you stepped inside your house house, the weight that you thought was lifted off your shoulders came hurling itself right back, and this time it brought shame along with it. Normally when you felt like shit, you’d make yourself a bowl of cereal, turn on your radio, and listen to whatever Elvis Presley interview was on. This time, thanks to Miss Shame, that wouldn’t be enough to cure your self-pity moment; no, it was time to call in the big gun.

** “I’m sorry, you did what?” Sangyeon sat across from you, his legs tucked under his butt as he shifted his position so he could properly look at you.

“I had sex with Eric” your voice trailed off at the end, eyes glued to your hands that currently were tugging off loose string on your jeans.

The sound of silence only made you more tense, terrified of what your eldest friend was thinking, or even feeling, at the moment. Growing frustrated with the lack of response, you begin to try and explain yourself- though the assertive tone that Sangyeon had when he called your name out had you quickly pursing your lips.

Sangyeon went on a tangent for what felt like forever, his hands doing the dramatics besides the substantial amount of sighs he produced, “I- I just don’t think I understand why, emphasis on the why by the way,” his hands finally went down from their long phase of being tossed around in the air, “you would go and do something so stupid like that?”

“I told you-“

“Stop, I understand what you told me,” the frustrated man interrupted you, “I’m just failing to see why you both thought it was the correct solution”

Quite frankly you were puzzled about it yourself. Fucking your other best friend, and the one you didn’t have feelings for, definitely wasn’t in the itenery when you joined the odd bunch of athletes. You were frustrated. Depressed. And just tired of being the last choice. And in the moment, sitting there being comforted by Eric, you finally felt like you were the most important person in the world and not just the star pitcher of your school’s baseball teams groupie.

“Eric only did it because he knew I was hurting, he just thought he was being a good friend- which he was. As for me, well I. God Sangyeon I just-“ A tissue suddenly sat in your open palm, sangyeon softly smiling as pointed at your eyes. What the hell? We’re you seriously crying right now? Wiping the stray tears that had fallen, you took a long chug of your water before continuing, “I just wanted to be something important for once. I didn’t want to be the pathetic little girl that had a crush on her best friend, Juyeon, the popular pitcher who could have the hearts of any girl on those stupid bleachers. I’m sorry, Sangyeon. I fucked up, huh?”

“Pft hell yeah you did”

At times, you forget just how blunt your friend was, this being one of those times as you sat with your eyebrows raised in slight shock at his confession. Sangyeon noticed your look, raising his hand at you to signal you to just listen.

“But we all make mistakes, right? Sure your mistake was Eric’s dick, but I guess that’s just what you needed to figure things out. Which, you need to definitely do as soon as possible because I have a hunch things are going to work out just fine” Sangyeon opened his arms, waiting for you to thank him with his favorite hug (news flash, he loved your hugs a lot.)

You squeezed your arms around him, slightly shaking you both back and forth. The sound of your thank you was muffled by the white and blue shirt he wore, causing you both to laugh at the disformed words. You leaned back, Sangyeons eyes still partially crinkled from laughing, “thank you for being the best dad a girl could have”

Sangyeon scoffed, his grin widening even more as he shoved you back, “whatever, weirdo”

Mondays. Also known as Satan’s asshole.

Eric kept his promise, showing up before Juyeon could arrive to take you to school like normal. That, you were eternally grateful for. You weren’t ignoring your best friend persay, just simply giving him space until you could realize what the hell you were going to do about your feelings. And that was starting today, as you and Eric skateboarded (or in your case walked) past Juyeon as he made his way down your street. You’d be lying if the look on his face didn’t make you want to run back to his car and apologize endlessly, but you were raised to be strong, and that’s what you were. Kind of.

The perks of baseball season consisted of seeing your cute guy friends in their uniforms, soft pretzels, and the excuse to get out of your house and sit in the warm summer sun. The downside? One of your cute guy friends was also the team’s pitcher who you were madly in love with.

Since you were the boyz’s (ha) best friend, you had attended every game since they formed the team 2 years ago. And even today, as you sit front row on the cold, metal bleachers, you were still cheering them on despite the fact you had sworn you were going to distance yourself from Juyeon. Maybe you would have succeeded in that promise, but the way Juyeon looked at you right now as he struck yet another player out, well, it had you wondering why you even thought of such a blasphemous idea in the first place.

With only one out remaining, the opposing team was bound to have to forfeit as the gap between the teams was only increasing. You could only imagine the pride running through your friends’ veins as they got even more amped up knowing they were soon to claim victory. The amount of talent they had could match their love for the game, the two qualities mixing to create one hell of a baseball team; you were sure even the opposing team could see that as their energy levels drained with each strike or out they received. And while you wanted to feel bad, you knew there was no use- because even the team who knew they were bound to lose, had smiles written on their faces while they half-fived their teammates when running past one another.

The sound of bats clinking against dugout cement floors, helmets being tossed to the side of the field and the overlapping good games being said to one another signified the end of the short-live scrimmage. Watching the boys finish their lineup and run to do their large group hug was heartwarming, the other fans in the audience snapping pictures with their disposable cameras could agree. Your moment of proudness was cut short as Haknyeon and Younghoon yelled for you to join them on the field, their hands waving frantically at you to get your attention. Not wanting to cause anymore attention to flood your way, you quickly gathered your bag and rushed to your boys, an embarrassed laugh bubbling in your throat as you were welcomed into the hug. Loud smacks were heard, the cheering players aiming to slap each other in utter happiness over their win- of course you ducked between their arms in an attempt to hide yourself from said slaps (unfortunately for you your ass was not covered and they gladly gave you a few victory whacks.)

“God pretty soon you guys are going to win the championships, then imma be the biggest groupie ever” your comment had the group in fits, heads shaking in amusement.

“Yeah well you’re the best groupie ever” sunwoo pushed your shoulder, a cheesy grin lighting up his face. Hollers and whoops were made in agreement, the two closest to you (Sunwoo and Jacob) tugging you closer into their sides so they could ruffle your hair (leaving you very displeased as you spent quite a while that morning carefully taking the hair rollers out to have stable curls). Trying to tame your now frizzy hair, you weren’t able to control the smile that grew to match the boys’ around you.

Seeing you smile wide in happiness and hearing the laughs that you fabricated, Juyeon couldn’t help himself from staring at you. Watching your nose crinkle from the side pokes the boys littered on you, or seeing the way your eyes were filled with light as you joked right along with the others, it only made the man wish you were standing next to only him and not his attractive friends. Normally, he wasn’t one to be possessive or even jealous. Though when it came to you, someone who’s supported him at every game, waken him up at the crack of dawn to adventure to the sea side of town, and have feverishly grown on him over the few years you've known him? He’s positive he’d go to the end of the world for you.

With the amount of time he spent with you, attached to one another's hips, it was utterly impossible for him to not have developed feelings for you. You were beyond sensational. In his eyes, you were a stellar person- someone with a heart of gold who would probably sell their soul to protect the ones they loved. You had always been the first person he’d call when he needed someone the most, there was never a second of doubt that you couldn’t help him through anything he went through. When he tore the ligament in his elbow and couldn’t participate in 2 weeks worth of games, he was devastated. He had spent forever just trying to wrap his head around the fact he couldn’t be there for his team when they needed him the most, beating himself up over an injury he couldn’t have prepared for. You were the only reason he kept going after that, why he continued to get out of bed everyday to watch his brothers practice even if he couldn’t do so himself. Truly, Juyeon knew you were his foundation. His beautiful, intoxicating, better-half best friend who he had finally realized, as he stood across from you now watching you look as perfect as ever in his extra jersey he gave you to wear at games, just how in love with you he was. And he has absolutely no idea what the hell he was going to do about it.

You weren’t dense, you could feel Juyeon’s non-trailing eyes on you. You didn’t think you made it obvious you were trying (and clearly failing so far) to distance yourself from him, unless he was that intelligent he knew something was off already, so why was he very blatantly staring at you? You couldn’t stop the questions from piling up, your thoughts keeping you distracted from the winners high the boys clearly still had. To meet his eyes and stand your ground was what you should have done, but alas, you squeezed your arms together and slipped away from the sweaty, compact group. With a mix of genuinely overheating due to being stuck to the sweating boys and the gaze Juyeon had locked on you, you were quite aware of how hot you felt at the moment. You tried to escape as quietly as possible, wanting nothing more than to get back to your house and sob until you the tears stopped flowing. Unfortunately for you, your group of friends all had overprotective spidey senses over you, practically able to sense your every move before you could even make it. The moment you turned your back from the group, you were instantly met with whines from the boys, a hand tugging you back to the middle of the circle.

“Eh eh eh, where do you think you’re going missy?” Chanhee poked your stomach, earning a light tap to his forehead from you in return.

You groaned in response, “I was trying to leaveee.” Noises of complaints erupted from the group, sounds of why’s and no’s sounding from each boy.

“Uh sorry but you can’t”

You turned around in Chanhee’s hold, head cocking in confusion. “Uh why not?” you mocked his tone. Chanhee opened his mouth to respond, his eyes rolling at your taunt. Though he was cut off before he could he even begin,

“Because. We can’t celebrate without you, you’re my- I mean- our good luck charm” Juyeon stuttered, just merely missing total embarrassment.

You, who was very much not expecting Juyeon to comment something like that, were quick to shut up. The internal struggle of what to say was hounding you, your eyes looking anywhere but Juyeon. So you hid closer to Chanhee instead, stealthily sneaking your hand behind him to pinch his elbow in an attempt to get him to help you out. Chanhee, getting the hint, smoothly answered for you, “Y/n would love to come, but unfortunately she has our psych project to working, right Y/n?” The white haired male looked at you, his eyes narrowing while he nudged your side.

“O-oh yeah. The projects worth a lot and I can’t take another bad grade in that class” you voiced, gaze finally meeting Juyeon’s. It didn’t take a genius to see the soft glaze of disappointment that lingered in his eyes, even after he masked it with a smile.

Taking that as your cue to exit, you waved at the group, their previous wide eyes and grins much more tamed as they stood glancing between you and their friend. They watched you walk away, waiting until they couldn’t see you or thought you couldn't overhear them to start murmuring amongst each other.

“So that was obviously a lie” Changmin stated as if it were a fact, his sight still locked to where you walked off at.

Jacob, who could either be considered too nice for his own good or just gullible, furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what the brunette meant. Changmin, who was more than pleased to explain himself, responded to Jacob’s puzzled expression, “I’m in her psych class, and there’s no project due. At least that I’m aware of, anyhow”

Chanhee felt his heart jump out of his stomach, his stomach buzzing as he was caught in the lie. He had to cover for you, and yet he had absolutely no idea how. They already knew he was lying once, they would surely realize it a second time. He could feel the pairs of eyes make way to him, his fingers drumming against his thighs to ease his nerves.

“Well what I meant was-“

“He meant to say Y/n had thrown up earlier and wasn’t feeling up to the whole party scene” Sangyeon covered for his friend, locking eyes with Chanhee’s grateful ones as he mouthed a thank you in which Sangyeon nodded his head in approval.

The boys seemed to believe their captains' claim, most of them backing up and leaving it as is wanting to just celebrate their victory. Of course, Sunwoo hadn’t believed a word of what Sangyeon said. The round eyed boy snorted to himself, knowing very well as to why you left in such a rush. And then there was Juyeon, and even Hyunjae, who couldn’t help but feel there was a hidden truth to the line. Both boys chose to not speak up, deeming it as just a weird feeling instead.

“Anywho, can we go get food now? The other teams already leaving and we’re still standing here like weirdos” the youngests outburst had the group in fits, loud laughs filling their ears once again. Whining, Eric let out strings of protest as his friends shook his head and left him taps of affection on his butt. Leave it to Eric to lift the sour moods of his teammates, even if he himself was a bit tense.

The team was sure to have made an appearance at your group's famous hangout, meaning snagging a burger and fries on your way home had been out of the question. You opted to just scavenge your cupboards, hoping to find at least something dinner worthy; unfortunately, you were sure you’d end up eating ramen again, as per usual.

You were correct, ramen was indeed the main dish of the night, you had been remotely blessed with packs of spam to fry up along with some eggs and rice. Though you had been content with what you were able to eat, the rising feeling of guilt couldn’t stop itself from making an appearance as you sat alone at your small kitchen table. You couldn’t help but to imagine your friends right now, knowing fair well they were probably messing around and eating the familiar greasy food you all had grown to love. And yet here you were, eating dinner by yourself, just because you couldn’t grow a pair and accept that you had feelings for Juyeon. Instead, you went to the measures of ignoring not only him, but the 10 other people who had been nothing but great friends to you.

It wasn’t like you could just call them up, the diner only had one wall phone and it was for emergency use only, and your wall phone was currently broken as your dog had chewed the cord. And God forbid you walked all the way to the diner at this time of night, your anxiety would have you running right on back to the confines of your rural home as soon as you made it down your road. Regret was a thing you tried not to experience, you tended to just live doing what you liked and that was that. But this time, it was eating you up.

The food in front of you had gone cold, not that you cared considering your mind was obviously worrying about other things- or people. Your thoughts had drifted off to Juyeon, specifically to him earlier. Logic wanted you to believe that he was merely looking at you because of where you were standing, though your heart had other things in mind. No matter how many times you told yourself there was no way Juyeon could have reciprocated your feelings, something always told you to believe otherwise. Sure you knew he could have practically any girl he wanted, he was absolutely gorgeous and his personality was even better. But was it so hard to believe he could maybe, just maybe, like someone like you? His teams #1 fan who went to all of their matches. Someone who not only had his back, but your shared friends as well? You wanted to believe that, you really did. But why else would you be sitting here, alone, not with Juyeon?

Continuous knocking on your door startled you, your previously sulking shoulder now standing straight as you made way to the abrupt sound. You hadn’t expected your family home until rather late that night, considering they were an hour away at your aunts house. The boys were all at the diner, so you had presumed, and you didn’t exactly have other friends besides them. Maybe it was the tofu cart?

The halt your feet made as you opened the door was sudden, your eyes enlarging at the man in front of you. The wavy tuffs of black hair certainly did not belong to the tofu delivery man, unless he had a strikingly good looking son who looked way too similar to Juyeon you didn’t know about.

“Can I come in?” Juyeon looked down at you, hands twisting the ring on his fair in a habit of anxiety. He didn’t expect you to say no, which is why he sucked in a deep breath of anticipation as he entered your home.

You were fairly shocked yourself, following Juyeon’s figure as he went to his favorite spot in your house- the bar stool Island in your kitchen. It wasn’t surprising he went there, though it only spiked your nerves more knowing he chose to sit there instead of your bedroom; the two of you considered the counter in your kitchen your “deep discussion” area, it was a place you had always found yourselves in the early hours of the morning, talking about the little things that been bugging you lately. Which is why you couldn’t help the way your heartbeat sped up as you sat across from Juyeon, moving the scraps of your dinner to the side in order to have no distractions.

You weren’t sure what to say, deeming it as Juyeon must have had plenty in the way he tapped furiously st the countertop before jumping straight to the point. Oh how you wish you didn’t open the door.

“Are you in love with me?”

You understood what they felt in the movies now. When the camera pans in on the character during the aftermath of the climax, the environment around them seeming to slow down with a blur. “I-I’m sorry, what?” You choked back the saliva that had gotten stuck, not feeling like haphazardly dying in front of your crush.

Juyeon sighed, drawing his fingers back to his lap as he glanced up to you, “Eric told me what happened”

Now normally you weren’t one for violence, in fact, you were rather just passive aggressive in all that you did. But at the moment, you wanted nothing more than to strangle the blonde haired snitch. Placing your hands over your face, you let out a long drawn groan, “that little bitch, of course he did”

Juyeon couldn’t stop the short chuckle that escaped his lips, “you didn’t answer my question”

Apparently the opportunity to confess then be brutally rejected was a lot closer than you had hoped. It was now or never. You’d much rather choose never, but it seems that your friend couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.

“Yes”

“Yes what?” Juyeon spoke, unable to focus on anything but the way your mouth moved in response to the question.

“I’m in love with you. Did you really have to ask? I thought it was pretty damn obvious, myself” sarcasm rolled easily off your tongue as if it were a form of defense getting ready to face rejection.

Juyeon huffed, leaning forward to flick your forehead at your retort, “I had to make sure it wasn’t a one-sided thing, dummy”

The remark you had saved next was useless now, your tongue ostensibly getting caught in your throat. If now wasn’t a better time to choke on spit, what was? Juyeon jumped up from his seat, grabbing a water from the fridge to pass to your choking frame. You, unable to speak clearly, stuck a thumbs up in appreciation, to which he found incredibly cute.

After recovering from the fit, you finally made eye contact with the softly smiling boy in front of you for the first time since you (unwillingly) confessed, “does that mean I didn’t just get rejected?” Your lips were in a mix of a pout and smirk, your face resemble that of a duck.

“I love you too” Juyeon was grinning wide at this point, his heart pounding in his chest at the affectionate exchange.

You were beyond giddy, body quickly leaning close to Juyeon’s to press a soft, quick kiss to his lips. As you pulled back, neither of you could say anything, the fond gazes you had on one another and the heating of your cheeks conveying the right words for you. Juyeon, for one, was ready to do nothing but return the kisses- and that’s exactly what he did.

Note: Hi y’all, I’m back (kind of). This is my first full fledge AU, and I’m so happy it was for Juyeon! I’m a sucker for baseball tbz au’s, so I just had to make one myself! Stay tuned for a special announcement regarding Star Pitcher ;)

Extra Note: pls don’t be afraid to leave feedback (reply, message, reblog), it would help me tremendously and I’d really appreciate it! I love seeing what y’all think! :)

[bigskydreaming]

Okay, long time followers will probably remember having read this, but I can’t find the original post and I’m trying to like.....force-reboot/jumpstart me working on my ‘Kings of the Sky’ AU again because I haven’t touched it in awhile and I have like literally eight different installments in various stages of completion and that’s ridiculous even for me. So here’s a repost of the first part of “Teachable Moments” the canon-divergence point of that AU series, where Jason calls Dick for advice after the Garzonas case and everything changes from there.

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The way Jason Todd warily eyed the device in his hand, one might think it was an instrument of great and terrible destructive power, rather than just…his own personal cell-phone.

To be fair, he was Robin, and pretty used to the idea that even the most unlikely of things could be used for evil in Gotham. It could’ve been stolen and replaced at some point by a henchperson of Mr. Freeze, and using it could unleash some kind of cryogenic freeze ray that would turn him into a Robinsicle. Mad Hatter could be up to shit again, and dialing the phone at this very minute might mean syncing it up with a remote radio signal that would override his natural brainwaves and turn him into Tetch’s mindless minion of like…doom and stuff. Or…or…

Or sometimes, even in Gotham a phone is just a phone, and Freud is still a dumbass. And neither of the above possibilities had anything to do with why Jason was being a giant freaking pansy about entering the last digit of the phone number he would never ever admit to having had memorized for months now.

Nightwing had said to call if he ever needed to talk. He wouldn’t have done that if he didn’t actually want Jason to call, right? Like, its not as if Jason had remotely been expecting him to do that, so its not the sort of thing someone did just because it was ‘expected’ or shit. He was pretty sure. Rich people manners were weird though. Had to factor that in.

But Nightwing had also even made a point to say not talking to people about stuff was Bruce’s problem and that Jason shouldn’t let it be his problem too, and even though months ago Jason had been a starry-eyed dumbass who was totally drunk on the Bruce is the Bestest Kool-Aid or whatever, ‘Wing had definitely known what he was talking about there. So maybe he’d get it, and having this conversation with him wouldn’t be. Like. The actual worst idea in the history of ever.

Deductive logic said that Jason was getting worked up over nothing and there was no rational reason for him to be this nervous about dialing a fucking phone number. And he’d gotten pretty good at the whole deduction shit, given all the work he and Bruce had put into training his mind to view the world through entirely new paradigms, so Jason was pretty sure his math on that checked out. But on the other hand, Bruce was a hypocritical asshat that Jason was currently not speaking to, so what the fuck did he know about anything?

Aaaaand he was back to square one. Well damn. This was excellent. Very productive. Good hustle out there, Jay.

Sighing gustily, Jason flopped back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to pretend he hadn’t gotten used to how luxurious and cushion-y his ridiculously expensive mattress was. He’d gotten soft, he told himself. Then he scoffed at the idea that the past year and a half of rigorous Robin training and patrols had made him less tough than the pipsqueak he’d been back when living on the street, getting his ass kicked by bigger and badder on the regular. That hadn’t been hardness, that had been bravado.

But it had gotten him this far in life, so maybe there was something to be said for it after all?

Ugh. Decisions were hard. He objected on principle. He also really wanted to understand why he was this nervous…if he could literally fill the guy’s shoes and kick supervillain ass as Robin, what freaking sense did it make that he couldn’t even call him up on the phone?

Maybe you just know better than to ask him questions you don’t really want to hear his answer to, a smug voice said in the back of his mind. It sounded suspiciously like Willis Todd, which was all kinds of weird and fucked up, cuz Jason was damn sure his abusive a-hole of a deadbeat dad had never said anything that insightful in his life.

Which meant it was his own screwed up subconscious - presenting in the voice of his not so dearly departed douchebag dad, no less - that had Jason reacting out of spite, entering the last number and hitting Talk, all while totally on autopilot. Because apparently we’re all making healthy life choices in this Chili’s tonight, Jason snickered somewhat hysterically while his phone rang once, twice, three times.

Ugh. Was he always this fucked up in the head and he just never noticed, or was it a side effect of running around rooftops in a cape. Inquiring minds wanted to know.

“Hello?” Someone said then, answering on the fourth ring. Jason sat bolt upright, his nervous humor vanishing as quickly and unexpectedly as it’d hijacked him in the first place. For all that he’d only actually interacted with the older man a few times, his voice was instantly recognizable. As was his slight confusion.

Right. Because why would Nightwing have the untraceable number of the latest burner phone Bruce had given Jason, when the ever paranoid Bat had him swapping out phones every freaking week? Duh, Jay.

“Uh, its me,” Jason said hastily, as if he could somehow catch up to and overtake the epically long ten second silence he let lapse before his mouth started making words again. “Jason?”

“Jaybird! Hey! What’s going on?” The older vigilante’s tone instantly morphed into one of surprised delight, so apparent even across the phone that Jason actually pulled it away from his ear and stared at it, as if that could explain Nightwing’s inexplicable giddiness. He’d literally only met the dude three times. Give or take a concussion he was forgetting about maybe? Weird.

Then again, the older man was a circus performer from birth. Might just be good at faking being super excited to hear from people? Whatever. Still weird.

“Uh, you said to call if I was ever having, I dunno, issues with Bruce I guess? So I kinda had a question? I mean, if you’re not busy or anything.”

Just one question? Willis’ voice asked snidely, echoing in time with the rapid tripartite beat of Jason’s heart. Since apparently everything Jason said was trying to come out with a question mark attached to the end of it at the moment. Ugh, fuck you, subconscious, Jason thought forcefully, even as he ransacked the recesses of his mind for that bravado he was thinking about earlier. It had to be in here somewhere…

“No worries dude, I’ve got time. Hit me!” Nightwing said cheerfully. His lighthearted cadences were so at odds with the sweat suddenly breaking out on Jason’s forehead, the younger teen couldn’t help but wince in anticipation of its inevitable change once he got his actual question out. This was a bad idea, he decided, way too fucking late for it to make a difference. He had a hunch Nightwing wouldn’t be content to ‘just forget it’ or whatever even if Jason chickened out now.

So he took a deep breath, shrugged and did what Jason Todd did best. Said fuck it, put pedal to the metal, and drove at full speed for the metaphorical police barricade that was his way of picturing all the things telling him He Should Definitely Just Not.

“Do you think I’m someone who could kill somebody in like, cold blood?”

Aaaaand there went the lightheartedness. Well, he’d definitely stone cold killed that, Jason thought grimly into the silence that followed.

“Huh,” Nightwing said at last. “You’re gonna have to give me a second to switch gears here, Jay. I was kinda expecting something along the lines of ‘how do I avoid Bruce giving me the safe sex talk.’”

Jason flushed and nodded jerkily, not that the older man could see it. Still, it’d been enough of a workout just getting to this point. He didn’t trust what might come out of his mouth next if he kept trying to force it. Thankfully Nightwing didn’t make him wait too long before continuing.

“I think anyone’s capable of killing somebody in the right circumstances,” Jason’s predecessor began carefully. Except that was not remotely what he wanted to hear. Or helpful.

“I’m not looking for platitudes,” Jason grit out, not angry at the other vigilante so much as the whole fucked up mess and his inability to think about anything else at this point. “It’s just a simple fucking question. You’ve met me, do you think like, I’d be capable of just killing somebody or not.”

“I’m not offering platitudes,” Nightwing continued calmly, as if he wasn’t phased by the younger boy’s interruption or sudden aggression at all. “And its not a simple question at all. Speaking from experience, most people wouldn’t think of an eight year old as a cold-blooded killer, but that’s what I could have been if Bruce hadn’t stopped me from killing my parents’ murderer when I first tracked him down. And yet that’s still totally different from when I held a gun on Two-Face barely a couple years later, about to shoot him because somebody else told me to, and because I wanted to hurt him like he’d hurt me. Wouldn’t you agree those are two different situations and two different ‘kinds’ of cold-blooded killer? Context is kinda a big deal here.”

Huh. First off…what the fuck? Jason stared blankly up at the ceiling, trying to hurry up the processing functions of his brain because, again, what the fuck? He was like ninety nine percent positive none of that had been in the Dick Grayson Is The Greatest and Here Are All The Reasons Why brochure he’d had read to him every time someone new found out he was Wayne’s newest stray, and like. Uh. Yeah, that part would have definitely stood out. Because once more, with feeling:

“What the fuck?”

Oops. That hadn’t been supposed to be out loud. Bad mouth. Bad.

Nightwing just did a weird kinda half laugh half sigh combo. Rueful, Jason would describe it, if he were describing it to someone else, which it kind of felt like he was, relaying the conversation to himself now that it’d taken a hard right turn into the surreal.

“Blindsided you with that, huh? Sorry, should’ve figured neither of those are the kinda stories Bruce would want to share with you. Then again, I don’t really have any idea what Bruce has told you about me.”

“Not much,” Jason admitted. Which was a major source of irritation, if he was being honest. The much sung praises of Dick Grayson came from literally everyone he met except for Bruce. Who usually just got a pinched expression whenever Jason brought him up, and a rapid subject change that was not nearly as subtle as Bruce seemed to think it was.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Nightwing sighed. “I hope you haven’t put too much stock in anything else you’ve heard about me then. I’ll admit to a bad habit of enjoying my mystique, so secondhand hearsay tends to lose my best nuances.”

Despite himself, Jason’s lips curved up and he let out a rueful huff of his own. “I mean, this definitely isn’t where I saw this conversation going.”

The older man chuckled. “Thought I was going to just assume the worst and chuck the book at you?”

“Well. Yeah.” Jason shrugged, even though he knew it wouldn’t come across. “Bruce did.”

Nightwing heaved an exasperated breath. “Yeah, that’s kinda the thing about B. Sometimes, he’s great. Other times, he’s an ass. Its kinda an either or thing. He’s never really mastered the art of finding a midpoint between two extremes. Mostly because he’s never seen the point of aiming for middle ground.”

“Well its not like he’s ever really had to,” Jason griped. It just slipped out before he could stop it, leaving him feeling guilty for bad-mouthing B when he wasn’t around to defend himself. Especially since he knew Nightwing wasn’t the guy’s biggest fan these days. But he couldn’t deny it also felt good, in a way.

To his surprise, Nightwing just laughed. And not even in a malicious, spiteful kind of way, but almost relieved.

“God, thank you. You’d think that ‘hey, so my billionaire guardian kinda has entitlement issues’ would be a water is wet kind of revelation, but try saying something like that to pretty much anyone else…”

“And they look at you like you’re an ungrateful asshole?” Jason finished for him. Not that he’d ever actually tried saying that to anyone before, though he’d definitely thought it a time or two. But he could all too easily imagine the reactions he’d get, which was pretty much why he’d never gone so far as to speak the words.

“Yup,” Nightwing drawled, dragging out the p and popping it with emphasis. “And its not about being grateful or not, its just…there are some parts of everyone that just aren’t up for grabs, for other people to weigh in on or take charge of, you know? And a lot of people just don’t get that…because nobody’s ever tried it with them, or had to deal with expectations that…overstep, let’s call it?”

“Is that why you left?”

Jason winced the second it left his mouth. Too far. Definitely way too far, but he’d just gotten unexpectedly comfortable with the back and forth, and now he’d done the overstepping thing himself and was left with just dead air.

But ten seconds of heavy silence stretched into twenty, and went no further, as Nightwing sighed into his side of the phone again.

“The spiteful part of me wants to say it was more of a push than me just up and leaving,” he laughed again, but this time with unmistakable bitterness. “But even while that’s true, its not really the right answer to your question, because no matter how much of a clusterfuck that was at the time, its not…I mean, I knew at the time how to fix it. Where and how I needed to cave in order to make up with him and let things get back not quite to normal, but at least close enough.”

The pause wasn’t as heavy or tense this time, as Jason could almost sense the older man gathering his thoughts, trying to put them into words. He bit his lip rather than risk any more unexpected utterances escaping. This might not have been where he’d thought his phone call would lead, but now that he was here, hearing the answers to questions he’d wanted to ask for over a year and finding them almost comfortably familiar, he wasn’t going to risk distracting Nightwing or shutting him up for well. Anything.

“But it would have meant me caving. Settling in ways that I just…couldn’t. So in a way, yeah, I did leave, it was still my choice. And all of that was definitely a big part of it. I love Bruce, I do. I just couldn’t live with him anymore. Not without feeling like I had to give up my own autonomy and just be what he wanted. Or what he’d expected me to grow up to be, back when he first took me in. And as grateful as I am to him for that, I can’t honestly say I would have stuck around back then if I knew that was the price tag attached. I’m not…I don’t do well with people trying to force me to stick to one place, one thing. I was born on the road, you know? When I was a kid, I expected to spend the rest of my life living like that. Home was people. Not places. And so Gotham…its never fit me quite right, the way it does him, or even Barbara. Its not like I was miserable there, its just.”

“It wouldn’t have been your first choice,” Jason finished again, quietly. There was silence again for awhile.

“No. No, it wouldn’t have been. Not then.”

[dumbass-mha-simp]

Hawks x Reader

This is very self indulgent tbh. Mostly gender neutral but does mention make up. Also the reader has mega family trauma cuz same.

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, reader is drunk but keigo is vv respectful & doesn't try anything, reader doesn't talk to their family, past family abuse, reader is kinda mean to him at first

I wrote this at like 4am and my phone is wonky and keeps autocorrecting "you" to "he" for no reason but i did like one quick pass through before posting so hopefully it's good enough, this is probably one of the first times I've actually published my fanfiction so hopefully it ain't shit,

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For the last couple months you've been teasing him. Practically any other girl in your position would swoon in your position. But where's the fun in letting him get what he wants so quick?

Pro Hero Hawks, had seemingly everyone wrapped around his finger. With eyes pierced in deep gold and, blazing, ruby red wings, it's hard for anyone to not be attracted to him.

You stood in the back corner of a "special hero party," trying to discern if you should sneak out and do anything more interesting than standing with a bunch of other heros.

"Hello there, beautiful." A thick and sweet voice called as you turned your head to them. "Looking lonely all alone back here, let me join?" Hawks, the number two hero was offering to stand with you. Staying it is I suppose.

"I admire your work, you're really dedicated kid. I like watching your stuff." He says taking a slow sip of his drink.

"You? You watch me?" The disbelief of it rung through in sarcasm. How were you to expect someone like him watched your work. You continued sipping from your drink, even if it was a boring party there was free fancy alcohol and that's all a hero could ever need.

"I wanna see more of you, and not just on the screen or anything. I want to get to know you, you know, maybe take you out a bit, hottie." He uses his middle finger to gently lift your chin up.

"And why do you think I'd immediately just accept some date from a guy I've never even talked to?" You dryly laugh out taking another sip.

"C'mon pretty thing, you know me. Your friendly neighborhood Hawks. The hottest, and most loved person you'll ever meet."

"Ah that's what you are, the hot, amazing, charming, hero to any and all." You scoffed

"The one and only."

You spent the rest of the night either playing hard to get, or annoyed at him. You couldn't exactly tell.

This carried on for months, every event you attended, he was right there on your heels like an abandoned, clingy puppy. He's even started patrolling with you.

"Say when are you gonna quit and just accept a date dollie?" He charmed up behind you.

"I'm at work, Hawks." Your boots cracked on the wet pavement as the last bits of rain desperately clung to the air.

"Why do you play so hard to get?" He questioned in a more serious tone. He was genuinely curious about you. "Most people would kill to have me begging for them, let alone after giving me to cold shoulder so many times." You could hear the upturn in his lips as he spoke.

"Why do you happen to find me the one person worth going for?" You retorted back.

"You interest me. There's very few people I'm genuinely curious about, but one of them's you, kid." He looked up into your eyes from the street. Something you'd never thought you'd see in Hawks' eyes was sincerity over such a topic. He genuinely wanted to know you.

".........Let's just say letting people in isn't my forte." You say quickly but with a slight hint of pain. You begin to walk off again and he doesn't question. He doesn't push you to tell him why. But you could see the way he processes your words on his face.

A bar, on a Thursday night, alone. How pathetic of you. Luckily you had no work tomorrow, a big mission the week before let them cut a couple weekends longer. As you downed your refill you questioned how many you've had.

"How long have I been here?" You whispered slightly to yourself before bringing it to your lips.

The warm rush reflow through your body as you let yourself fall to it. The bartender looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm cutting you off for the night." He looks earnestly at you.

"Now that's not very nice there." You laugh back at him.

You pull out your phone and attempt to call some friends but lucky enough for you, you chose a night they were all at work to recklessly get drunk in the middle of the city. The only other contact you could think of was Hawks.

There's no way he'll pick up. He's gotta be busy. I could find literally anyone else to do it. You mutter in your brain as you go into his contact and start a call.

It rings twice before his voice calls out to you. "Hey this is hawks. ... (Y/h/n), are you there?"

Okay act cool and sober. "Heeeeyyy bird." Shit.

You could practically feel his shit eating grin across the phone. "You in need of a hero babe?"

"Can you please pick me up?" A whine took over your voice. You hated being drunk in front of people like him. That soft affectionate side seems to burst its way out when the alcohol takes control.

"Tell me where you are birdie." He said as you heard some ruffling. "(Bar name idk)." You rough out tiredly.

"Be right there angel." He called before hanging up.

You put the phone down on the counter and groaned. Why him? You try so hard to make sure you don't fall for people. They always end up like the last. You feel like they stop caring once they really meet you. Like they don't want the cake after the first bite.

Used, alone, and forgotten. It's a stabbing feeling that your used to. A feeling of burning heaviness in your stomach.

You sit slumped down onto the bar contemplating your feelings for the winged hero for awhile. Why can't emotions just be controlled?

"Hey-o!" You heard a voice from behind you break through the thoughts corrupting your mind. Hawks smiled and thanked the bartender before reaching his arms around you and helping you off the stool.

I didn't know he could be so gentle..

He walked you out the door and held your arms softly, but supportedly as he looked you in the face. "I'm gonna fly us okay? Don't wriggle to much." With that he picks you up and starts beating his wings.

"Hawks?" You call slurred and quiet.

"Yeah, kid?" He glances down at you with a light smile.

"What's your real name?"

"Well why would I tell you that when you refuse to tell me yours so often?" He chuckled.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)"

"W..what?"

"My name. It's (Y/n) (y/l/n)." You replied back.

You could see the confusion of your open demeanor. But there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't put your finger on.

"Soooooooo....." you trailed off with a smile.

"Keigo Takami." He chortled at your ridiculous smile.

"That's a lot prettier than I thought it would be." You stared into his face. How could anyone not find him attractive. The perfect mix of facial hair, jawline, that dumb grin that was insanely attractive, those eyes that were the perfect gold.

"You're gorgeous, Keigo." You whisper more to yourself than him.

"And you apparently drank a lot more than I suspected." He tried to brush off but you could feel a bit more heat from his face.

"Here it is." He lands gingerly and places you down on the ground, wrapping his arm under your shoulder and holding onto the small of your back. "Let's get you in bed."

"Have you eaten today?" He calls after setting you on the couch and going to the kitchen to get you some water. You shake your head and he looks a little concerned but doesn't push it. He hasn't either so late take out it is.

"What do you want?" He looks to you above the old paper menu he has saved from a place not to far from here. "Cuddles." You pout looking through your phone.

"I meant for dinner (y/n)." He laughs at you. "Oooh that makes sense." You laugh too, "anything with noodles and shrimp, I reaaaaally like shrimp." You smile at him wholesomely as he looks at you with the same missing thing as earlier in his eyes.

He orders for the both of you then takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter with your bag. "Makeup remover?" He asked placing your bag on your lap. You pull out some individual wipes as he gentle pulls them from your fingers and moves the bag to the side.

He softly wipes at your face as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his hands. After wiping the makeup off he wipes down your face with water to make sure there's no remover left either.

"Beautiful. Now do you want to go watch something while we wait for the food?"

His eyes gleamed at you and it filled you with that feeling of admiration. He was being so considerate and kind. Nothing like you imagined. You were safe. Safe here with him by your side.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

"(Y/nn)," he closed his eyes softly taking in the tingle of where your lips pressed. "You're drunk off your ass, baby. Lets get you fed and in bed, dear." You nod tiredly as he pulls you down from the counter.

You sit back down on his couch as he answers the door and takes the food. "Someone order shrimp?"

"Oooo!" You clap your hands rapidly and look to him excitedly. He giggles at you and hands you the food.

You sit and eat together. Talking about whatever comes to mind first and building on from wherever it wandered.

"So, what's your family like?" He asked innocently enough. "Eh." You brushed off. A subject you never liked was family.

"I get that." He tried to laugh but it seemed forced. "I was born with two parents and couldn't get a single one to even care about me." You laughed to him.

"Do you talk to them?" He looks like he wants your answer. Like he cares about what you say.

"I try not to. I cut them off when I was a teen, everyone blamed it on me being a dumb rebellious kid. No one ever tried to see what happened in those walls." You trailed off.

"Were you hurt?" He tilts his head as concern covers his features. "That's an understatement." You force a smile back at him and take a bite.

"I...I think I kinda understand what you feel in a way." You meet his eyes as they lazily traveled to the floor. His thoughts stiring from behind his pupils.

"No parent buddies?" You put out your hand for a fist bump. He laughs and fist bumps you, "Yeah, no parent buddies."

You lean a bit closer to him. "I'm sorry you were hurt. They didn't deserve the control they had over you." You went a bit more serious as you draw your eyes up to him.

"Im sorry for you too." He breathed out to you. "Now let's get you in bed." A smile took over as he moved your empty food package onto the table and picked you up.

"PUT ME DOWN KEIGO!" You laugh and softly hit your hands against him. He laughs with you then throws you onto the bed.

"Why am I on the bed?" You frown. "Why wouldn't you be?" He looks as he places your water on the night stand next to you.

"It's your bed."

"And I get to choose who sleeps in it."

He places a feather-light kiss on your temples then goes to the door.

"Keigo-" he turns, "cuddle me?"

"I'll clean up and be back here soon okay?" He smiles at you. "Okay"

After twenty minutes of struggling to keep yourself up you feel a weight press into the mattress, keeping some distance.

You roll up next to him and wrap yourself around him.

"Sweet dreams Keigo."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

And there he was when you woke up. Right beside you. After awhile you got used to seeing his face when you woke up. Always being able to see the look in his eyes you tried so hard to put your finger on. The lovestruck stupid he was for you.

[smokahuntis]

Curae

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Reader X Derek Morgan

Warnings: SMUT! Threesome, Faciels, blow job, cukholdy.

Requested: yes

Summery: You’ve been married to Hotch for almost 3 years now and you’ve finally convinced him to explore with a new partner, but he only wants someone he trusts.

Authors note: I do not own these gifs! I can’t find the owner of them either and I’m sorry but they are so nice to whoever owns them! Also, I’m so sorry this took so long and that it’s probably garbage! But I love you guys!

Pulling into the parking lot at headquarters like she always did when he was here. She had lunch with him anytime she could, it wasn’t often enough she got to see him but she didn’t mind, she was used to it, and most time she had jack. But right now jack was on spring break and his aunt Jessica had decided to take him for awhile so (y/n) and Aaron could have real alone time, and jack could go to the beach with her.

Stepping out of the small silver car she grabbed her purse and the lunch she picked up for them. Not being able to make one today because she ended up having a meeting with a client before coming here. Making her way into the building she was let in without a problem, everyone knew who she was and who she was married to so they didn’t need to look twice when they saw her. Mrs.Hotchner, it had been three years but still everytime she heard the name it made her blush.

Making her way to the BAU she was welcomed with open arms as Prentiss saw her. “(Y/n)! I didn’t know you were coming today!” She said hugging her and smiling.

“I almost thought I wouldn’t make it, I got a case this morning and had to meet with a client.” She confirmed as she pulled away from Emily, Emily had been her best friend since she moved to D.C, she was the only who introduced her to Aaron all those years ago.

“New case?” She asked as they began to walk towards her husbands office. Her eyes were on Emily how ever, not noticing what was happening threw the window.

“I’m the lawyer for the Chesapeake family...” she said grief covering her voice, Emily knew what she was talking about, it was only two weeks ago that the BAU helped catch the man who killed their daughter.

“All the evidence is there it should be easy.” Emily enquired as she stopped in-front I’d the stairs to Hotch’s office.

“Hopefully, I haven’t had a case from you guys in so long”

“How long has it been?” Emily asked.

“I don’t know...” she started and pausing to think about it, quickly coming to a realization. “Since I got married to Aaron...” she finished and her friend quickly connected the dots that pinged on her head. “I should go talk to him...”

“Yea, see you later” Emily said letting her walk into Hotch’s office.

When she opened the door slightly and knocked gently she found Her husband sitting down, across from him, Derek.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asked quietly and Aaron shook his head before smiling at her.

“No, no I was just leaving.” Derek said standing up and going the door, not before giving her a small smile and a wink. Leaving them alone she went over and say in front of him.

“What was that about?” She asked setting their food down on his desk, he quickly moved to take it out of the bags.

“I was thinking about what you said.” He said looking at her, she didn’t need to ask to know what he was talking about . She shook her head and grabbed his hand.

“You don’t need to do that if you aren’t comfortable...” she said rubbing circles into his knuckles, he only looked at her and replied.

“No, (y/n) I’ve been (((((Thinking))))) about it...” he said and her mouth quickly fell into an O shape as she realized what he meant.

“W-With Derek?” She asked looking at him trying to find any sign of regret.

“I trust derek with my life, and I’d trust him with my Wife as well...” he kissed her knuckles before looking her into the eyes, she could tell he meant his words. “If this is going to happen I don’t want it to be with anyone else.”

—

The door bell rung and (y/n) quickly got off the couch to get it, Aaron following after her. She smiled opening the door, surprised to be met by the familiar warm smile of Derek Morgan.

“Derek! And wine!” She said smiling moving so he could come in, Aaron’s hand resting on the small of her back as she did so, pressing the soft fabric of his large shirt into her skin.

“Well I figured it would help with your nerves, but you seem pretty excited.” He chuckled setting down the wine bottle. (Y/n) and Aaron has already talked about the whole thing while waiting for him, she knew exactly how this would go.

“Oh I’m more then excited you’ll ever know.” She said giggling and moving towards him, away from Aaron’s hands and she used hers to grip Dereks face and pull him into a tender kiss. He was shocked at first put quickly moved his hands to her waist, pulling at the shirt that was 2x bigger then her. He had to stop himself before he ripped it off of her.

“Calm down there princess, let me at least know the rules first.” He said looking from her to Aaron, he chuckled and started walking to the bedroom, she followed pulling Derek with her. He followed without a problem, shocked when he saw how large their room was, and how big the bed was to match.

“Don’t cum in her, don’t leave marks, remember she is mine.” Aaron said sitting down in a chair in the corner of the room by their closet. His voice was the same as at work, commanding and strong. Derek nodded before looking back at (y/n) who stood by the edge of the bed lifting off the shirt that’s covered her, Beautiful body.

Derek was at a loss for words, he wanted this long then he’d ever admit, specially to Hotch.

“Go ahead, you can touch her...” Aaron said, his voice deep and tainted with lust as he watched the way Derek looked at her. Derek didn’t miss a beat as he moved forward, placing hands on her sides, pulling her small body against his gently, leaving down and kissing her softly, as her hands undid his shirt. Pushing it off his shoulders and moving to his pants, she sunk to her knees before undoing his belt and his pants. Pulling him from his boxers she was surprised with how thick he was, not sure if she could fit it in her mouth as she licked her lips. Derek chuckled noticing her expression, he moved his hand threw her hair pushing it from her face.

“Don’t be shy, honey.” Aaron started, already palming himself threw his pants. “Show him how well you use your mouth...” he almost growled the last part, he never thought he’d be so turned on by this.

She nodded listening to her husband, licking a long strip up Dereks cock before taking his tip into her mouth, tasting the salty precum that’s already leaked out. Derek let out a deep groan as his hands gripped her hair gently, pulling it back into a makeshift pony tail as she took him into her mouth as far as she could, using her hand to pump the rest. Derek let out a deep groan as he felt her throat stretch to take him in, it was enough to make him never want to leave this bed room.

“God Damn (y/n)” he groaned looking down at her, watching her (e/c) eyes look up at him from her spot of the floor. She took him so well, but he needed her now. Picking her up from her spot on the floor and moved her to the bed, Aaron moving to the side of the bed with them, sitting next to her head.

Her hand instantly coming up to Her husbands cock, pumping it slowly as she watch Derek line up at her entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts baby girl.” He said gripping her waist, she nodded and Aaron responded for her.

“Don’t worry, she can take it” he said looking at derek before looking back down at her. “Can’t you baby?”

“Yes daddy-“ she was cut off by the quick and painful stretch that Derek caused her when he thrusted into her, causing her to arch her back and moan out, her small hands still pumping Aaron’s cock as she did so. They were both already huge, but Derek was thicker then Aaron, so he stretched her so much more. Her other hand came down to grab the sheets but gripped dereks hand, he smirked and gave her hand a small squeeze before he started to move in and out of her.

She became a moaning mess, and as much as Aaron and Derek loved the noise she was a little to loud for the neighbors. So hotch moved onto his knees turning her head to face him, she quickly got the message as she took her husband into her mouth, moaning around his dripping cock as she did so. Soon her eyes began to water with the pleasure of being stretched in both ways by both men. Her throat being used by her husband while agent Morgan took advantage of her dripping cunt.

The way she gripped the sheets told both men she was close and caused Aaron to smirk. “Look at her, already so close us.” He cooed looking down at his squirming wife, he knew her body like the back of his hand, and right now he can tell she’s so close.

“Fuck, I am too” Derek moaned as he kept pushing into her. Their thrusts got sloppy as they ruined her, Their hands traveling everywhere they could reach to explore her before she finally came undone around Derek. Her walls tightening as he back arched and her head fell back releasing Aaron’s cock from her mouth as both men left her body. But quickly left their warm seed covering her stomach, chest, and face. Leaving her a complete mess as Derek fell to her side. Aaron hummed at the sight of them both worn out, quickly moving to the bathroom to get a wet cloth and cleaning her off gently.

Derek finally caught his breathe before shaking his head and sitting up to grab his clothes.

“Leaving already?” (Y/n) asked watching him. He turned looking at the two of them his thick brows furrowed as he looked at her.

“You don’t want me to?” Be asked sliding his pants up his legs, putting them back on. She looked up at her husband waiting for an answer.

“Let’s let him go home darling...” he pushed hair away from her face gently as he spoke. “Maybe he can stay next time..”

“Next time?” She asked excitedly.

“Next time?” Derek asked shocked.

Aaron chuckled and looked at Derek. “Yea, next time” he chuckled looking down at her then back at derek. “I expect to see you at work tomorrow, Morgan.”

“Of course, Hotch” he looked down one last time giving (y/n) a wink.

“I hope to see you too beautiful.”

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[tirednerd2012]

Ian Missing, Part 2

Hey, guys. I changed my mind about the video timeline. The last one will be sent on Ian’s birthday rather than Barley’s.

Good news: they had taken the straps off his bed. Bad news: Barley was constantly under surveillance and not allowed to leave until he was deemed mentally stable. How on earth was he supposed to be stable when his little brother was out there, alone and hurt? With a fucking lunatic?

Oh, and more bad news, it was now day 6 of Ian missing. But he was supposed to be okay with that?

Barley groaned as he sat up. The stitches from the bullet were healing nicely at least. His mom said she would see what she could do about getting him out once he healed more, because deep down she knew there was nothing that was going to stop Barley from getting to Ian.

He couldn’t focus on anything else. He knew he loved Ian, but he didn’t imagine it would be this hard. The idea of never seeing his brother again, which he heard the police tell Colt outside his hospital room was a legitimate possibility, drove him insane. Ian. What on earth would he do without him? What would his life be like without him?

His mind wandered back to when he was clinging to life a week ago. He heard Ian’s voice. It was so broken and desperate, like he blamed himself for something he should have known Barley would do. He admitted he thought he was a mistake, that he should have never been born. Barley always tried to see the good in things. He always tried to look at the positive side, but what good was left in this world if it really took Ian from him?

He didn’t plan on going back home. Not only was it hours away, but he didn’t think he could handle the idea of going somewhere that Ian wouldn’t be? He wouldn’t be upstairs doing his homework where Barley could occasionally hear the chair move because Ian would fidget when doing his essays. He wouldn’t hear his laugh when Blazey came in his room and jumped on him. He wouldn’t hear him tell their mother how much he loved her. He wouldn’t see Ian in his room. Ian wouldn’t be coming into his room just to see what he was up to or just because he wanted a hug.

None of that would be home for him, and he knew that. He felt like he was missing his half. Like a huge part of him was missing and there was nothing else but that thing that could fill the void in him. He couldn’t just pretend like everything was fine. He needed to find Ian.

Nothing was going to stop him.

“Barley? Hey,” Colt said, as he knocked on the door to the hospital room. His stepfather came in and sighed. “No luck yet, but we’re getting the state police involved. Hopefully get a federal investigation going soon.”

Barley didn’t respond.

“I talked to your doctors. Said you haven’t really been talking or eating much. If you want something other than hospital food, I can go get it,” Colt offered. “Whatever you want.”

“If I get better, can I join the search?” Barley asked. Colt hesitated before sitting down beside the young man. “I know Mom doesn’t want me to, but you both know I’m going to with or without your permission. Might as well try to be on the same side.”

“I am on your side,” Colt said. “I know I don’t always seem like I am, but I want Ian home, too, and I won’t stop until we make that happen.”

“Then am I going with you or am I doing this on my own?”

“I’ll let you go with me, but first I need to see that you are in the health to do this. I know you want to find Ian and Kirk. I know what you want to do to Kirk, and truthfully, I plan on looking the other way. Ian is the only thing that matters right now. But I need to know, before I send you out in a dangerous situation, that you can handle it.”

“I’ll do whatever I have to. Like you said, Ian is the only thing that matters right now.”

Colt sighed and stepped out of the room. Barley didn’t care if he was being difficult, he just wanted his little brother back.

His phone buzzed and he glanced down and saw a video message from an unknown number. He opened it and a video of Kirk appeared.

“Hey, Barley, how’s it going? Hope you’re still alive, otherwise this video is going to be a little awkward,” he said. He was sitting in a chair, and he had the same smirk Barley wanted to wipe off his horrible face. “Don’t worry, I’m taking real good care of your little brother. I would have sent this video awhile ago, but I wanted you to sit there and worry. I imagine you’re losing your mind now that I have your little brother in my possession.”

“I fucking hate this guy,” Barley grumbled, feeling a horrible sick feeling in his stomach. The video changed to Ian, in chains, somewhere Barley couldn’t recognize. His brother was physically shaking and trying to fight his way out of the chains that held him there.

“Your brother is hardly in the condition to do anything, and even if he was, no one is going to find you, Ian. No one knows where you are, and no one can hear you scream. This attic is hidden, and we are nowhere near your home,” Kirk told him, and pulled up a chair by his struggling brother. “Don’t you understand? I won.”

“No, you haven’t,” Ian snapped, bitterly.

“Why? Because your precious big brother is still out there? Because he’s going to find you?” Kirk asked.

“My brother is twice the man you’ll ever be. You know that; it’s why you’re so afraid of him,” Ian said, fiercely and with passion. “He’s going to find me, and I’d hate to be you when he gets here because whatever you do to me is nothing compared to what’s coming for you.”

“I think he’s the scared one right now,” Kirk responded. “After all, he’s not around. And you look so small in those chains.”

Barley noticed Ian was in clothes way too big for him. He continued to struggle, but Kirk just seemed to be enjoying the game. That’s what it was to this bastard, a game. And he would not stand for it for another second. He was going to rip this guy’s head off his head first chance he got.

Kirk got up and ran his hand through Ian’s hair. Something Barley does to comfort his little brother was now being used against him. But Ian did something Barley didn’t see coming. He spit in Kirk’s face.

The older boy backed away for a second.

“Don’t touch me,” Ian demanded.

“Guess you’re about to learn the hard way,” Kirk snapped and then beat Ian. Barley had tears pouring down his face at the sight of his younger brother on the ground, gasping for air. Kirk knelt down and started playing with his hair again. “You’re never leaving again Luke. I’m never letting you escape again.”

The video cut and Barley sobbed again. He couldn’t stay here. He didn’t care about his injuries. He didn’t care if this killed him. He was going to get his brother back and he was going to do it now.

He ripped the cords off, ignoring the sound of the machine running wild. Colt rushed in and Barley shoved him away and ran past the nurses and doctors, until suddenly his entire body stopped. Everything in him burned and shut down at once. He hit the ground.

Weeks went by. A week turned into a month. Barley had tried to escape the hospital so many times he made his health worse. He didn’t care about that. All he wanted was to find Ian. No one could find any signs of him. The police took the video Kirk sent him but found nothing from it. Who the hell was Luke? Figuring that out could make all of this faster.

Eventually, they started sedating Barley regularly so he wouldn’t keep making himself worse. His mom was in and out, but he was asleep most of the time she was around. He felt her play with his hair or hug him, but everyone was worried that he would snap.

Ian couldn’t remember a time he was in so much pain. Kirk started to use a shock collar to control him, but at least he wasn’t in shackles anymore. He was getting enough to survive, but he honestly didn’t even want to eat. He wanted to curl up and just die because that would be so much easier than the hell Kirk were putting him through.

“Well, well, Ian, guess what? It’s been a month. An entire month and your brother still isn’t here,” Kirk said. He didn’t bother glaring. He didn’t feel like being shocked. Kirk had the same smirk he’s had all month.

“You’re lying.”

“Really? Look at the date, smart one,” Kirk responded, holding up his phone and Ian saw the date. July 18th. Barley was taken to the hospital June 17th and Ian was kidnapped the following day. It had been an entire month. And Barley wasn’t here.

For a split second, he wondered if anyone had given up. If Barley had stopped looking.

“Now, are we ready for practice today?” Kirk said and brought out Ian’s staff. He handed it to him and then put his hand on the remote that controlled the shock collar. Then he brought out a box that had a dead mouse inside.

“What do you want me to do?” Ian snapped.

“We’re going to bring it back to life,” Kirk responded.

“I can’t bring things back to life,” Ian said. His mind wandered back to Luke. Over time, he managed to learn that Luke was Kirk’s little brother. He frequently called Ian Luke, especially when he was drunk, which was more often than it probably should have been. One of two things. Either Luke was dead, now seeming a lot more possible, or he ran away and left Kirk. But now he was starting to gain an understanding of what really happened.

He tried to keep his voice steady and watched his words carefully as he spoke next. Maybe, just maybe, he could break through to Kirk.

“Why do you need me to bring something back to life?” he asked, gently. The older boy didn’t answer. “Kirk, it’s not possible. Everything happens for a reason and some things can’t be changed. I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”

“You will.”

“I can’t. It’s not possible.”

“That’s Barley talking. He refused to get you to your full potential. He was too soft on you.”

“You’re just jealous of him,” Ian snapped. “My brother is twice the man you could ever hope to be. He doesn’t need to use fear to control people. He cares and he is a good person.”

“If he cares so much about you, then where is he? It’s been a month. I have beaten the absolute shit out of you, shocked you and if you don’t bring this mouse back to life, you’re in for a lot worse. He’s not here because he doesn’t give a shit about you.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Am I? Then where is he?” Kirk snapped, then shook his head. “Forget it. Just bring the damn mouse back to life.”

“I can’t.”

“You will.”

“No, I won’t. I don’t know who Luke is, but I’m not bringing him back. Even if I could, I’m sure he’s suffered enough as is and I won’t bring him back just so you can hurt him all over again,” Ian snapped, and Kirk became quiet. He didn’t say anything as he snatched the staff out of Ian’s hands and left the attic. He returned a few minutes later with a small pot of boiling water. He splashed the water all over Ian’s stomach and arms.

Everything burned. Ian howled in pain and collapsed, curling into a ball and prayed for some kind of relief.

“You don’t know anything about Luke. And you’re going to bring him back whether you want to or not.”

[scarletwinterxx]

First and Last pt. 4

Hello! I was going to post earlier but got distracted. had to pause writing for bit bcs I was watching Hyuck’s vlive. Anywayyysss thank you for all the love and support. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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“Do you think he’ll like it?”

“He said he likes tiramisu so yea” Jeno answered

“But I don’t want it to seem like I’m bribing him with food. Maybe I should just-“

“Y/N-ah, it’s fine. Jaemin will love it. And he’s not really mad at you, you know. He’s just sad and disappointed” Jeno assured the girl who was currently fiddling with the cake she was holding.

When Y/N came to Jeno, asking him for help he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He knew the situation was a bit complicated considering his friends are not on speaking terms at the moment. 

He could only imagine the tension over at Haechan and Renjun’s dorm.

“You know that doesn’t make it any better” y/n deadpanned, the boy sitting across her just shooting her one of his famous eye smile

“Don’t worry about it, where is Haechan by the way?” Jeno asked

“He still has two more classes, I had to call him this morning to make sure he actually got out of bed” y/n stated, Jeno was just smiling to himself as Y/n speaks about his friend.

Even if their relationship was pretend at the beginning, it looks like it isn’t anymore. He’s just not sure if those two were aware of it.

The first time he saw y/n and Haechan together, he didn’t even think twice about their relationship. They just clicked so easily it seemed like they’ve been dating for a long time.

All those times the two were together, it wouldn’t even cross anyone’s mind that it was fake. 

They brought out sides of each other, better sides, without even realizing it.

“I should go over and see if he’s okay but I don’t want to bother Renjun, I’m sure I’m the last person he would want to see” The girl mumbled, she looked so down and ridden with guilt

“That’s not true, he just needs some time. He’ll come around” Jeno said then shot Y/N a comforting smile. The two didn’t notice Jaemin approaching the bench they were sitting on

“Hello” Jaemin said making the pair jump in surprise. Y/N immediately stood up and bowed her head, holding out the box towards Jaemin

“I’m really really sorry about making you upset and lying to you. I understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, here’s a little peace offering to lessen your sadness atleast for a bit” Y/N said, her voice getting lower as she speaks more

Jaemin leaned his head down, standing in line of Y/N’s sight

“My eyes are not on the floor though” the blue haired boy chuckled

“Sorry” 

“You need to stop apologizing for everything, like I said I wasn’t mad” Jaemin shot the girl a small smile then accepting the gift she was handing over

“Sorr- I mean... Yea...” Y/N stuttered, trying to stop herself from saying sorry again

“Don’t worry, thanks for this. You didn’t have to but thank you”

“I really do apologize for making you upset. That was never the intention we had when we did it” Y/N told him and also Jeno

“May I know why? Why did you do it?”

“Hyuck... he just doesn’t want people to give him the pity looks anymore. I would never understand what it’s like to be in his place, no one should ever know what it’s like to be cheated on. He just got tired of being reminded of that everyday”

“We don’t even talk about it” Jaemin mumbled, a pout forming on his lips as he recall if they ever mentioned Lia in any conversation they’ve had. Renjun was very adamant about never speaking her name ever again so he can’t remember much

“I know but you also have been treating him with baby gloves, Hyuck won’t break you know. He might have been upset, sad and broken about it but he’s also trying to get better. If you tiptoe around him then he’ll feel like he’s not making any progress” Y/N explained, the two boys now understanding more 

“Did he tell you this?” Jeno asked, wondering if he should have listened more to his friend or if he could have done something more

“No, but I can see it. He didn’t have to tell me. That’s why I agreed to do it, not because I wanted to make Lia jealous or to fool you guys but because I saw he was tired of tiptoeing too. He needed some room to breath, if having a fake girlfriend is what it takes to get that then why not” 

"Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like he was using me. If anything we really helped each other out. These past few months have been an adventure compared to the past 20 years of my life, I’m thankful for that”

After Y/N’s explanation, they finally get why.

“Thank you, too” Jaemin said surprising Y/N 

“For what?” she asked back

“You understood our bestfriend more than we did. You saw right through him and helped him when he needed it and he didn’t even say a word, thank you for being there for him”

Y/N smiled warmly at him, getting a little teary eyed

“Ya don’t cry, Haechan will kill me if he sees you crying” Jaemin said making the girl laugh

“Thank you”

“So we’re good now? Shall we eat this cake? Thanks by the way. Now I’m going to prove how Tiramisu cake is so much better” Jaemin said, the atmosphere significantly lifting. 

To say Y/N feels nervous is an understatement, she’s currently standing outside Renjun and Hyuck’s dorm waiting for the door to open. 

When it finally did, she felt like her heart skipped and she lost all the words she was about to say, 

“What are you doing here? Hyuck’s not here yet” Renjun answered, his voice devoid of any emotion making Y/N feel more nervous but she knew she had to do it. 

“I actually came to talk to you” she told the boy, honestly speaking she was expecting to have the door slammed on her face but Renjun just opened the door wider and gestured for her to go in. 

“You can sit, you know” Renjun said when he saw Y/N standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room

Renjun sat on the seat across from Y/N, still sporting a blank look on his face. 

Y/N took a deep breath before speaking. 

“I fully understand why you got mad, I’m sorry for lying. I do feel bad for fooling you like that-”

“Then why do it?” Renjun asked, never the one to beat around the bush always straight to the point

“Hyuck. And some selfish reason I had, trying to feel something more”

Renjun raised his brow at this, a signal for Y/N to explain some more

“It was never his intention to hurt you guys, he just needed a little more room to breath. He does appreciate you caring for him, especially you. He never tells you guys but he does. He cherishes you all” 

“I had to watch him be so down for months, did you know he ran away?” to this Y/N shook her head, this story new to her

“You already know he never confronted Lia, we were all telling him to talk to her and that he didn’t deserve to be treated like that but he was waiting for her to say her side. Then when Lia broke up with him, making it look like he was the bad guy, he just ran away”

“Last summer, we thought he just went home but when we decided to visit him his mom told us he hasn’t been home all summer. He went back to Jeju for awhile, by himself. He only came back after we went there and literally had to drag him” as Renjun retold the story, a little smile appears on the side of his face.

“He looked so lost, I’ve never seen him like that. I wish I never see him like that ever again. That’s why we’ve been very cautious around him”

“You’re a good friend, sounds like you helped him alot” Y/N said

“Looks like he doesn’t want that help though”

“I needed the help, I didn’t know I did but apparently I do. I’ve always been alone, I’m never anyone’s first choice. No one would ever ask me first to be their partner in a project or ask me to go out and hang out. I was always that girl in the background, only being asked so it won’t get awkward. When Donghyuck asked me to be his girlfriend, well fake girlfriend, my first question was why me”

At this, it was Y/N turn to smile

“Out of everyone in that room, he saw me and somehow thought ‘Oh I pick her’. When we did that project last semester, I was already expecting I was going to do it alone but suddenly Hyuck was sitting next to me going on about when should we start doing the project, my first thought was ‘someone picked me’“

Y/N was fiddling with her fingers, a habit she developed when she gets anxious

“It takes strength to admit your weaknesses, I admit I’m not the best when it comes to making friends or expressing myself. It’s a big fault of mine, I overthink a lot. I worry over things I shouldn’t be worrying about. I’m a mess” Y/N said

Renjun now understand why she was saying. 

Out of everyone, she understood what it feels like to be a mess. They all were but Y/N saw the mess Haechan was trying so hard to hide. She saw how he was struggling but unlike the rest of them, she didn’t pressure him into getting better. She just let him take the steps he needed until Hyuck felt okay again. 

“Hyuck knows when to give me space when I need it, he reminds me not to worry about things I absolutely have no control over”

“He gives you that room to breath” Renjun finished the sentence for her, the girl nodding her head gently 

“It still gets hard at times but now I know I have someone with me”

While the two were having a serious talk they didn’t hear the door open, Donghyuck entering the dorm room and hearing his bestfriend and the girl he likes having what looks like to be a very serious talk. 

“Sometimes you just need to get lost to find yourself again. I get lost a lot, now I met someone who can anchor me down. Am I a bad person for putting that on him?” Y/N asked, a confused look crossing Donghyuck’s face having no clue what they were talking about

“No, he looks like he actually likes it” Renjun chuckled

“I’m sorry, I really am. You didn’t deserve being lied to” Y/N said, apologizing to the boy sitting across from her. For a while Renjun didn’t say anything, the tension rising inside the room

“Do you like him? Like for real?” Renjun asked, Hyuck unconsciously holding his breath waiting for Y/N’s answer. 

“I do”

There are moments when it's just the two of them that tells Hyuck she feels the same way about him, but then it goes as fast as it came. He wanted so bad to talk to her about it but he didn’t want to pressure Y/N into anything. 

Things started out complicated, their whole relationship wasn’t the typical one. Hyuck knew there are a lot of things to set straight, he’s just finding the right time to do so. 

“But this isn’t about us right now. We can resolve that later” Y/N said with a gentle smile, “He needs his bestfriend more than he needs a girlfriend”

“I think right now he prefers you more” Renjun said, Hyuck held in a chuckle. He could already imagine the blush on Y/N cheeks

“I- well... I mean we’re friends”

“What happens to the two of you?”

“I thought I just said this isn’t about us, I’m trying to fix your friendship” Y/N mumbled, Renjun letting out a little laugh before speaking again

“He won’t get rid of me that easily, I just needed the time. As much as we fight and bicker, I don’t think I can live without him. Don’t tell him though”

Little did Renjun knew, Hyuck was standing near by waiting. 

“I really am sorry” Y/N said once again

“I understand”

“Now back to my question, so what happens to the two of you. I’m pretty sure Haechan like-” before Renjun could say more Hyuck decided this is a good time to make his presence known

“What is happening here?” Hyuck saw Y/N jump a bit on her seat at the sound of his voice, the girl turning to where he was standing. Acting as if he just arrived and didn’t hear the conversation that just took place between the two. 

“I can feel my ears burning, are you talking about me?” Hyuck asked again

“Only the embarrassing stuff you’ve done” Renjun replied, any tension that was there during that party was long gone. 

“You two must have been here all day then” Hyuck said then took the seat beside Y/N, 

“I heard you bought Jaemin cake” the boy tells Y/N

“As a peace offering”

“Where’s my peace offering?” Renjun asked jokingly, “Uh- well... I thought about how to approach you and a cake didn’t sound like a good plan” Y/N explained seriously

“He’s kidding, he likes hotpot though. If you ever need him to do something, try that” Hyuck told the girl, she just chuckled at his advice

“Stop exposing me like that”

After Y/N and Renjun’s talk, all was well again. The trio had dinner then decided to call it a night, Hyuck volunteering to walk Y/N back to her dorm even when the girl insisted she can just walk alone

“I can go home by myself, it’s been a long day”

“Sorry I can’t hear you” Hyuck said as he throw the take away bags they just finished, Renjun already in the kitchen clearing the rest of the dishes while quietly listening to the two

“I said I can walk home alone” this time Y/N pulled on Hyuck’s shoulder and spekaing directly into Hyuck’s ear, meanwhile the boy just smiles at Y/N’s action

Renjun rolling his eyes at the two but also smiling at them. They were perfect for each other, he thought. 

“I heard you this time but deciding not to listen still” Hyuck said then walked to the door, already putting on his shoes

“I swear one day, I’m going to hit you” Y/N mumbled under her breath but the two boys heard it. Renjun laughing at her statement while Hyuck had a smirk on his lips, “And like I said before, I don’t mind being hit on as long as it’s-” Y/N eyes widden, already knowing what Hyuck was about to say so she cut him off

“Okay okay okay, fine. Let’s go. Bye, Renjun” she waved at the boy, Renjun saying a quick goodbye

After the two were out the door, he could hear the faint sound of their playful argument. Y/N must feel that comfortable around Hyuck, he has only ever seen her like that when it’s with Hyuck. 

With this thought he pulled his phone out, quickly calling his other friends

“I’d give it 2 weeks, loser treats the winners” Renjun said as Jaemin picks up the call, he didn’t even need to explain 

On the other side of the line, Jaemin was smiling widely. Jeno saw this and asked who was on the phone so Jaemin put it on speaker 

“I say a week” Jaemin answered

“What are we talking about?” Jeno asked, “How long will it take for Y/N and Haechan to get together for real” Renjun explained, 

The other two already understood that Hyuck, Renjun and Y/N made up. 

“I don’t think we should be betting on this” Jeno mumbled, meanwhile Renjun rolled his eyes at this statement

“Just say your guess, Jen” Renjun deadpanned

“Injun said two weeks, I said 1″ Jaemin told the boy, “Three” Jeno answered

“Weeks? no way, they like each other too much”

“Day. Three days” Jeno clarified, feeling confident about his guess

“It’s on”

[bbygilre]

Hello, I hope you are doing well! If you are taking requests, may I request headcanons for the DMC guys (or just V or Dante) and their reaction to their significant other giving them really good massages? It can be sfw or NSFW, thank you for taking the time to read this and have a good day/ night!

I WANNA BE YOURS

Omg hello hello, I was quite busy with real life stuff!! Im sorry if this is late. 🥺👉👈 Here is it!!

(Dante x F! Reader )

P. S NSFW CONTENT HERE!!

It was around 9:30 in the evening when the telephone rang at Dante's desk. It was odd, people usually call Dante during the day because they know Dante won't answer their vendetta's during the night. I let the phone ring twice before answering it.

"Good evening, this is assistant of Mr. Dante Sparda. I'm sorry to tell you that we won't be attending jobs or gig during the night." I responded in a formal way, just as what I was instructed.

If Dante's not around it is my duty to answer the calls. Strange, someone called tonight.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This is just to inform you will be receiving mails. This is from the post office,"

"Ah, very well. Strange that you guys called us this time of the day."

"We called during th afternoon yet it seems that no one answered."

Oh damn, there is no electricity during the afternoon cause Dante can't pay his bill right.

"Oh, we are sorry to inform you that we cannot answer calls during the afternoon because we have problems with the err— electricity." I sighed

"No problem ma'am, we'll be sending these mails to you, have a good Mrs. Sparda."

"I am not his wife—" before I could even protest, he hanged up.

WHAT? MRS? MRS SPARDA?

Mrs. Sparda...

It actually sound pretty nice. My name plus Dante's family name...

I like it.

"Y/N Sparda. Hm, not bad." I smiled before heaving a sigh, the smile still plastered over my lips. Goddamn it, this is not the perfect time to think about it.

For months, I have been working for Dante. He's quite different from the people I have worked with and one thing to describe him is that he is cocky. Sometimes he plays around yet when he's serious, I see a different version of himself. Dante himself isn't just an ordinary person. He is a half demon.

I grew up knowing that people described demons as entities that looked horrible and ugly, in Dante's case, he isn't one of those in fact, he looks like a living god. His family definitely has good genes, especially his mother.

I took the picture frame that was placed at his desk. It was like a prized possession of Dante, a fragment of his good memories with his dearest mother. She looked beautiful, piece of art work. I smiled as I adored her timeless beauty.

"What are you doing?" A raspy voice snickered behind me before he blew a thin air to the back of my neck.

I warm breath touched my neck and in a moment, I quickly placed the picture frame back to the desk and eagerly faced this man who just surprised me like that.

"Do you really have to do that?" My cheeks were flushed, I could feel my ears heat up.

He is so damn close, damn.close.

"Do what, Mrs. Sparda?" He let out a booming laugh, before he messed his long ivory white hair. "I heard that mail man called you Mrs. Sparda,"

"H-he did not!"

Stop.

"Hm, very well." He smiled before winking at me. He then turned around and went to his sofa, taking a comfy sit and closing his eyes.

This man, does he even know the word 'SPACE'?

I heaved a sigh, placing my palm over my chest. My heart was beating so fast that it wanted to leap put of my chest so bad. I took a glance at him and noticed he closed his eyes and sighed, his long ivory white hair was tied. His strong and well chiseled jaw clenched before he groaned.

"Y/N..."

"Y-yes?" Oh shit, I could feel my cheeks heating up again and my heart beating so fast.

"Can I ask for a favor? It won't be much."

"What is it then?"

He cleared this throat, his adams apple swallowing before he flew his eyes at me. When I said that Dante looked like I living god, I meant it.

"Can you massage my shoulder and my back too?"

I, an obedient kitten, shyly nodded at him.

I feel so nervous! Not that its not my first time doing a massage to someone but actually giving my boss a massage. I haven't touched Dante, I never had the chance to touch his skin or have any physical contact with him. Now once again my heart was beating so loud and beating so fast. My cheeks were flushed and so was my ears.

I positioned myself behind him and trying to get myself to calm down and collect my thoughts. My hands were shaking and my thoughts were scattered everywhere. Before I could even touch him, he quickly took off his shirt and revealed his skin.

It was holy. Everything about Dante looked so goddamn holy. I was too afraid to touch him yet there was this feeling of also wanting to touch this god.

"What's the matter Y/N?" He looked back and gazed at me.

"N-No nothing..." I shook my head and bit my lower lips.

Gosh, I have never been this crazy. Nobody made me feel this way except the son of Sparda.

"Well then,"

I bit my lower lips before pressing my fingers against his bare back. He was well built and that made him look tough. His shoulders were broad and his back was well chiseled, his muscles well evident. I guess exterminating demons is quite a workout for him. There wasn't any scar visible at his smooth skin nor any imperfections and it was a sign that he wasn't a normal being and it's not a bad thing at all.

I rubbed my palms together to create heat before gently pressing it as his broad shoulders. I started to massage his shoulder by extending my your while pulling my fingers together and curling them slightly, forming a loose letter "C".

I bit my lower lips and continued giving him a massage. I heard him growl and groan and it somewhat made me flustered. I didn't know if it was good or not.

My thoughts were scattered as he continued to growl and groan. I didn't know what to do next, It felt like he just swiped my feet like that. No matter how many times I tell myself to calm down, my curiosity gets the best of me. I slowly ran my fingers to his back and felt his skin.

My breath hitched.

"Y/N,"

He called my name and it almost seemed like a thunder. It was deep and raspy, almost like a Greek god calling a peasant like me.

"Y-yes?"I yelped.

"Curiosity kills." He looked back with a devilish smiled plastered at his lips. He reached for my left hand and pressed his lips against it.

Shit. I think I'm loosing my sanity.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N."He snickered before he maneuvered me and lead me, now here I am standing in front of this god.

Please. Please. Not now. Dante...

"I-I was just..."

He stood up and leveled my gaze. He's tall. And when I said that he's tall, he fucking is.

"If you're going to touch me like that, your curiosity taking over you, at least let me look at you." He kissed my left knuckle before he guided my hands into his bare chest.

I hitched my breath once more, biting my lower lips.

Damn it.

He let go of my hand and let my itching hands roam his bare chest. It was well chiseled,well defined. My fingers slowly creeping to his abs.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

I circled my fingers around his abs once before covering my face with the both of my palms. I'm getting crazy. Dear Lord please help me.

I didn't know what to do next. I was just giving him a good massage awhile ago and here I am getting crazy over this man's body.

Fuck.

He looks so damn...damn holy that my body tells me that it's a big sin to touch him. To touch every detail of his.

"Baby..."

Dante, not now please...

"...baby please."

He took my palms away from my face and raised my chin using his fingers, now my gaze fixated at him.

The lights were dim at his office because it was only his neon lights were turned on at this time. It was the usual routine. Now I see that glow from the neon calligraphy hits different when you're getting sensual.

"Dante..."

I can't even recognize my voice anymore.

"You're driving me so damn crazy," he spoke in a rough and raspy tone.

As he moved closer to me, I was able to smell him. His musk lingered around, making me dizzy.

"Oh please,"

He didn't waste his time by just looking at me. His hunger took the best of him and it was quite evident. He harshly pressed his soft lips against mine, intruding my mouth. He was skilled, he know what he's doing.

I let out a muffled moan under our kisses, I wasn't able to catch up with his pace. His hands locked unto my waist, wrapping it around before he decided to carry me towards the wall.

My back was now against the hard wall. I couldn't think straight, all I know that this man is kissing me until Im crazy. Now that we positioned ourselves well, he roamed his warm calloused palm to my chest and broke our kisses.

He wasn't satisfied by just touching my mounds against my offending night satin gown. He rudely ripped it off and threw it way, revealing my skin. His warm palm cupped my right mound, gently kneeding it. I have never been aroused like this. Even his simple touch makes me crazy, what more his lust for desire and sex combined with his touch.

"Ahh!" A soft moan escaped my mouth, vulgarly leaping out each kneed he makes. "Oh Dante..."

My eyes widened when I saw him lower his head, his lips trailing a kiss from my jaw to my collar bone to my left mound. Now the loneliness from my other mound was swept away.

"Oh my goodness—" I yelped when I felt his tongue playfully lick and suck my erect peak. He swirled it and sucked it like a greedy baby. His eyes were fixated at me and it seemed that he was amused seeing me getting crazy about it. I tried to push his head away yet I felt so week and he kept going.

The skill.

He knows what he's doing.

He unfortunately stopped licking my erect peak and fixated his gaze at me. His palms were now on each sides of my thighs, spreading my legs open. Grinning, he harshly pinned me once again on the wall and this time, I can feel his arousal against the thin cloth against my crotch.

It's warm and hard. I bit my lower lips as he slowly rocked his hips, his hardness brushing my folds. I can't believe that he's rock hard by just kissing me and I can't believe that Im already soaking wet down there.

Fuck.

His gaze was now serious, ruthless even when he started to change his pace of brushing his rod against mine from slow to a fast one. It felt so good making me arch my back while I pull his hair. The pleasure felt too much and he was brushing a spot that whenever his rod brushes against it, I loose my sanity.

"Y/N..."

I looked up at him and noticed that he was panting and his jaw was clenched. A planted a small kiss at my forehead before once again stopped brushing.

"I need you..."

"H-huh?" I looked at him, flushed and my eyes were dreamy.

Did I just hear it right... He needs me...

"I need you, my hands won't hush me." He looked at me with desire and scorching lust. His voice was rough and deep making him look even ten times sexy.

In a moment the next thing I knew that he swiped my thin panties to the side and his finger slowly entering my sex. My eyes widened when I felt a foreign sensation as he started to finger my sex. I rested my forehead to his shoulder and moaned softly, letting the feeling sink over me. It was a slow and gentle rhythm, letting his finger brush inside me.

"I can't take it anymore." He said in a stern tone, frustrated and wanting.

I was actually clueless at first but when I heard him unzip his pants, I knew that we were going to do it. I didn't care anymore, I want him. I need him too. I want him so bad.

"I can't take it anymore but I just can't put it in—"

I cut him off by facing him, my cheeks were burning red and my heart was raising so fast.

"J-just d-do it..."

Wow, I actually can't believe I said that.

He smirked at me once again, this devil. This man literally know how to drive me crazy, even if he's just smirking or even smiling.

Am I considered lucky because I'm actually making out with the Son of Sparda? I guess I do, I'm sure girls would've said yes to this. He's Dante Sparda, he's just more than a devil hunter. In a moment, I sure felt lost but then, a tingling sensation when a hot rod slowly went inside me. I quickly hid my face when I realized he's burrowing his hard staff inside me even more. I feel so full inside, my mind is spinning, my body feels hot against him.

"Fuck..." I heard him growl in a deep and husky voice, frustrated yet aroused.

Dante started to move slowly, gentle. I felt him inside me, by detail. It was driving me crazy, I'm absolutely enticed by the pleasure I am feeling and this is no joke, I'm swayed by it. I kept my moans low by biting my lower lips and it awfully stings now knowing that I've been biting it.

"Y/N..." He groaned while he whispered my name.

Damn it.

He slowly changed his pace to much more rougher one. His tip continuously hitting a sweet and delicious spot and his length brushing inside.

He looked like he is still controlling his lust and desire for it, I can feel it. He took a tighter grip on my thighs and it felt like wanted to have a tighter grip on it even more. His pounding was rough, wanting. I could still hear him groan over it.

"Fucking hell..." He suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving me empty and lonely. I quickly looked at him, my eyes wanting for an answer.

"I want to see you, you're just hiding your face," he gently kissed my right before planting a small kiss on my left cheek. He seem to have started to walk towards his huge ass wooden table with a smirk.

He gently put me down against the hard wood of table, letting my lie down afterwards. Now that he placed me at this table, I surely feel so embarrassed knowing that Im showing all of me, even the littlest imperfections I have, my flaws. I covered my face with my palms, flushed and shy.

"You are beautiful..."

He chuckled before taking my palms away. His eyes were intently looking at me but I can see his sincere and passion eyes at the same time.

"You are beautiful, even your flaws, they're beautiful. Your littlest detail, it's so beautiful."

No fair, this man truly knows how to drive me crazy. Even at this time.

"You are a piece of art, a masterpiece."

It was so intense, full of passion. Sex is usually for couples, full of love and scorching passion. But in my case, I really don't know what to say... All I know that I love this man. For months of working for him, I loved him. For once, I wanted to be selfish and asked the universe to grant me luck with what selfishness I ask for. Now, this is it. Even just for tonight, I'll claim Dante as my own. Even just for tonight.

"I wanna be yours..." I whispered so soft and gentle and it almost felt that I was fragile. He didn't probably hear it, and Im quite sad about it. I slowly parted my legs, once more inviting him to my secret garden. He never hesitated to enter it anyway.

The feeling of pleasure once more sunk in me, taking over my system. We made love all night, over and over again. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure and lust combined with passion kept us all night. Our bodies against each other, our thoughts flying away. Our voices calling out our names, begging and wanting for more.

Until we got tired.

Until we got satisfied.

Until we reach our limit.

Until we passed out with so much.

Until my selfish time that I asked runs out.

I feel so full, sore, and tired. A complete mess even.

Oh dear universe, does this man even know that I love him? That I adore him?

"You're beautiful." He caressed my cheeks, repeating the same line over and over again.

"Do you even realize that I..." I didn't have the strength to even open my mouth and talk.

"I do. I do wanna be yours..." His voice slowly fainted as I slowly fell into slumber.

[eddie-and-richie]

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Mayward Week 2020

Day 1: “People are staring” + Getting Together

There really wasn’t much that Pope didn’t like love about JJ. He was fearless, strong, witty, bold, sexy, loyal, cute, and at times a little obnoxious. But, Pope would defend this minor flaw till the day he died. JJ didn’t get a lot of attention growing up and so he had to make sure that people wouldn’t forget about him. Honestly, more times than not Pope found JJ’s rambunctious behavior more adorable than anything else, so it didn’t really bother him anyway. It was part of what made JJ JJ and Pope loved JJ. Except for one small, itsy bitsy tiny little detail that if he could he might maybe consider possibly changing: JJ was candid. He said the first thing that popped into his head and never thought twice about it. Which would be totally fine if more often then not it didn’t make Pope’s cheeks heat up and have him wish that he could grow gills and hide in the water for the rest of his life. 

It was always little comments. Just small absent-minded things that JJ would say to be funny and everyone else would pass off as a joke, but that Pope would stay up at night analyzing in his head. Like the time he wore a new pair of bright blue swimming trunks out on the HMS Pogue and after staring for a little too long (Making Pope feel a little embarrassed and feel like maybe he should have went for a large instead of a medium) made the comment “Damn Pope I think blue might be your color” and then after awkwardly patting him on the shoulder jumped into the water and didn’t emerge for another fifteen minutes. Or like how anytime the Pogues would do anything that required them partnering up JJ would immediately grab Pope’s hand and call “dibs”, and that anytime he would wear one of JJ’s shirts that he would lazily leave in his bedroom after spending the night, JJ would tell him that he “Looked better in it than him anyway,” Like what the fuck was Pope supposed to do with that information?

Pope thought that maybe he could handle the flirting if he did it to everyone. If it was just JJ being his free-spoken self and loving his friends in the flirtatious way that he did, but he didn’t do it to anyone else but him. Every once in awhile he would tease Kie about how hot she was and that she could get any girl on the island but, with her, it was obviously just that, teasing. When JJ would comment something about Pope it had too much heart, it cut too deep. It killed him. It killed him because Pope couldn’t do anything about it. 

JJ was straight. He flirted with girls, he talked about girls, he even hooked up with girls. But then just like clockwork every day, after hooking up with some random touron he would come back out on the boat and tell Pope that he had a pretty smile. Making the poor boy’s heart swell and head hurt at the same time. Pope wished he could just tell him to stop. That it made him uncomfortable and he didn’t want JJ to say stuff like that anymore. Only they didn’t make Pope feel uncomfortable, they made him flustered. They made him feel hopeless because JJ didn’t really mean these things and he wanted him to more than anything in the world. Beside bros should be able to listen to their bros call them cute without wanting to pin them down and kiss them until neither of them could breathe so Pope was kind of fucked either way. 

There was a party happening at the Boneyard and it was probably going to be one of the last of the year. The air was getting colder and the number of tourons was steadily decreasing. JJ was making most of the party and dancing with girls, drinking beers, sloppily singing along to whatever lame songs the radio was playing. After a while, he came over to Pope and wrapped an arm around his shoulders with a bright smile “There’s my golden boy,” he placed a wet kiss on Pope’s cheek and Pope did his best to not go weak in the knees. “You drunk yet?” He teased and took a sip out of the plastic cup that JJ was carrying around, surprised for the sizzling of coke to burn his tongue. “Nah, I’m DD tonight,” JJ smiled, dimples dotting his cheeks “So, that you guys can have fun, I did my partying this year, I figured it’d be fair.” 

Pope shook his head with a fond smile “That’s sweet of you J,” He praised and could have sworn he saw a faint blush appear on the boy’s cheeks, but it was probably just the chilled wind hitting his face. JJ shrugged “Yeah well,” He moved to grab Pope’s shoulders and shake him “Come on man I’m doing this for you! Party!” He shouted and Pope giggled and moved to cover JJ’s mouth with his hand “Shhhh,” He teased “JJ stop people are staring,” He released JJ’s mouth with a wide smile on his face, but still kept his arms around his friend. “Well yeah, of course they’re staring,” JJ stated without missing a beat “You’re the hottest guy here.”

Pope’s face fell and he let go of JJ. “Why do you always do that?” He mumbled and JJ’s eyes widened. “Wait Pope I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean it like that,” The blonde spoke with panic in his voice. “Yeah JJ I know you didn’t mean it like that, so why the hell did you have to say it?” He shouted “Why do you always have to make me feel like maybe just maybe you might like me back and then rip it away seconds later. If fucking hurts man.” JJ’s mouth gaped open “Like you back?” He whispered. “You like me?” 

“Well duh JJ of course I like you! I’ve always liked you and every time you say that I’m hot or cute or anything else you make it so much harder to get over it so can please for the sake of our friendship just for once in your life shut-” Pope was interrupted by cold hands cupping his cheeks and a warm mouth pressing against his. His eyes widened before he quickly melted into the kiss and wrapping his arms around JJ’s waist. After a few seconds, JJ pulled away for air and too check and make sure Pope didn’t still want to punch him. “Up,” Pope finished his rant with a dazed look in his eyes. 

“I don’t just call anyone hot Heyward. You should know that by now,” JJ smiled and earned a breathy laugh from Pope. “I think people really are staring now,” Pope whispered but didn’t dare look anywhere that wasn’t JJ. “Let em,” JJ whispered back before capturing Pope’s lips once again. 

[basketballandtextbooks]

Bat how do you feel after watching the special

There are multiple levels to my thoughts.

On a satire level, they bungled a lot of the information. They were trying to take an “all sides are stupid stance” on an issue where people are dying daily and there are actual medical reasons for one stance to be factually incorrect so taking an “all sides” stance is... fucking tone deaf. To be fair to them, I enjoyed the amount of meta that informed their episode about knowing that their episode was doing more harm than good and using Randy as a tool for that particular satire was a smart and effective mood. That said, it was a mixed message that promoted a lot of misinformation. While the meta parts were funny, lamp-shading how poor your satire is doesn’t actually make your satire good. It just means you’re lamp-shading the issue. It was disappointing because I had hoped for better as they frequently write good satire. Stan’s character journey was the only cohesive one throughout the episode and while it was a good one, there was so much of the episode that was tone deaf to the severity of this issue. While I think it’s valid to bring levity to the issue and I was hoping they would, they missed the mark by a long-shot. That said, they usually don’t do well with medical issues. The last time they bungled their satire this badly was the vaccination episode. And they infamously bungle literally every trans-related episode. There were aspects of the episode that were poignant, well thought out, and well executed, but the majority was an under-researched in-cohesive mess. Which to some extent I think that’s what they were aiming for because they view the pandemic as an in-cohesive mess. The issue is that one of the reasons that pandemic is such a pervasive issue (especially in the states) is the mass spread of misinformation so when they spread misinformation to criticize the spread of misinformation... it’s just stupid.

However on a character level I very much enjoyed the episode. It was yet another Randy focused episode and as I’ve expressed on a few occasions I just don’t find him funny. Oh no, he jizzed on the weed, that’s sooooo surprising. Honestly Randy is a very one-note character. He does something horrifying, people are horrified, he faces no consequences, rinse, repeat. That all established, I think it’s important character information that he cheated on Sharon twice in China with no guilt whatsoever. He only wanted to hide his crime because “my wife is a bitch”. Also considering he cheated with non-human entities, I think this is strong proof of Rowelie’s viability so take that as you will Rowelie shippers. Also the fact that people grow Randy mustache’s if they ingest his cum and Sharon had a mustache at the end... I sort of hate that Randy took that as proof that she smoked his weed. Now, even if she had smoked it his behavior still is completely and disgustingly inexcusable but also... everyone in South Park is openly smoking so she could have very easily gotten second hand Randy-stache. Or just given her husband a blow job. Also it’s interesting information that within universe Randy’s cum has mutagenic properties. Again for the Rowelie shippers: you could use this as an excuse as to how Towelie turns into a human, Randy’s cum mutated him. Also I think it’s likely that microwaving his balls could be what caused his radioactive jizz. Or one of the times he was experimented on by aliens. Or both. Altogether Randy was a repulsive bastard within the episode who I find boring at best BUT the amount of meta information that he introduced will be very useful to inform my theories. (Also again, the fact that he so easily and guilelessly cheats on Sharon tells me that he that he has done it a multitude of times. My theory is that after he gave Gerald a handy in the hot-tub and was forgiven he just never stopped, basically assuming the permission to do it once was broad permission to do it forever) (oh and second note: this is the second time within canon that Randy has poisoned people’s weed so uh... that’s fucked up)

Freaked out a lot about Jimbo dying, I’m really scared they’ll kill Jimbo but also since they already killed Ned I wonder if the two of them can be happy in the afterlife together because no one can convince me that Jimbo and Ned aren’t canon. Also Randy’s blatant racism and lack of empathy for Jimbo’s illness was really yikes. I dunno guys, I’ve always had a soft spot for Jimbo. He’s a stupid stereotypical red-neck but he had a sort of charm to him and I thought he was funny. I miss when him and Ned were regulars on the show.

CARTMAN DANCING AND SINGING WAS ACTUALLY THE CUTEST THING EVER ON THIS FUCKING EARTH, FIGHT ME I LOVE THIS STUPID SELFISH LITTLE CRETIN also it’s yet another episode to add to the list of “times Cartman shows he can grow into a better person” and list of “times Cartman seems to show a special soft spot for Stan”. Cartman does tend to listen more frequently when Stan asks and less frequently for literally anyone else. So the Stanman was strong in this one. Also really enjoyed the Stutters. While yes, Stan was completely using Butters as a tool to project his own feelings of unease I think it really says something that he chose Butters for that role. I think to some extent he felt that Butters might be feeling the same mortality-panic he was feeling (whether it was true or not) and that kinship he felt with Butters led him to feel that Butters was also feeling the way he did. He was panicked and he thought out of all his friends that Butters was the one who might share his feelings. I enjoy that sort of subtle connection between them and it’s been a consistent thread within the show that Butters and Stan just treat each other a little different than they do literally everyone else. It’s worth thinking about.

I think Stan was also at his limit because he was already suffering from isolation issues due to Tegridy Farms from before the pandemic. He’s always been a social boy and this brought him to the brink of what he could handle.

THEY SHOT TOKEN AND I SWEAR TO GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LOUD I WAS SCREAMING AT THE TV I THINK I PISSED OFF MY NEIGHBORS i fucking knew it was coming too. The fucking SECOND they shoved those fucking corrupt ass cops in the same room as Token.... I fucking feared for his life. They’ve killed off fairly major background characters before and killing Token would be... topical. I will make it my mission to personally destroy every fucking cop in South Park (Barbrady gets a pass... BARELY). I hate them all. I’ve hated them all for a long time but they murdered several children (including Kenny, the bastards) and they SHOT MY BOY TOKEN I WILL RIP OFF THEIR FUCKING ARMS SEE HOW WELL YOU CAN SHOOT THEN YOU TRASH BASTARDS

Nothing big Kenny happened this episode, insert sad fanboy noises

There were some strong Kyman moments. Cartman went to Kyle’s house for help at the beginning of the episode, obsessed over whether or not he’d be in the same room as Kyle, tried to vomit on Kyle, AND THEN KYLE FUCKING JUMPED HIM AND BEAT HIS ASS DOWN, FUCK ALL OF YOU WHO INCORRECTLY THINK DIFFERENT KYLE IS A FUCKING DOMINANT TOP, HE DOESN’T TAKE IT, HE GIVES IT

Adding that to my long list of “episodes where Kyle shows he isn’t a pushover, is very violent, and can easily kick Cartman’s bitch ass” because every so once in awhile I have to break out that list when someone insists upon how submissive Kyle is. Bitttttttccchhhhhh, you haven’t watched the show if you think that. My favorite kid doesn’t take your shit

Very interested in Red’s new canon last name (McArthur) but I’m also unsure about it because in the scene’s where it’s shown I couldn’t quite tell if it was actually Red or Powder. She kept being shown from odd angles and her hair looked a little shorter than normal. That said, I’m happy if it is her because I’ve been wanting a canon last name for Red for a long-ass time. Even presuming you go by the cousin’s headcanon for Craig and Red, there’s no guarantee they would have the same last name.

Let’s see, I think I had some other thoughts but those were the main points

OH PAUSE THE SCREEN WHEN THE PARENTS ARE ON ZOOM it’s really cute/funny what the usernames are. For example Annie’s mom is totally just using Annie’s account so she’s probably not very tech savvy. There’s actually a lot of minor character detail that you can infer from those screen-names.

Yeah those are my major thoughts: Randy is trash, nothing new, Cartman was ADORABLE and also lots of good meta for him (I have some hcs that one of the reasons he adored the social distancing so much isn’t because he hates human contact because we know from previous seasons that he’s a bit of a lonely boy, but he likes the social distancing explicitly because it gives him an excuse to reject other people before they can reject him), good stutters moments, good kyman moments, good stanman moments, there were some style moments if you squint? Kyle was one of the people Stan consulted about his feelings of unease but since it wasn’t just Kyle that he consulted it didn’t really feel like that was a special personal part of their relationship, moreso that he wanted Kyle to kiss his booboo and make it better. Although further proof that Kyle is the dom in that relationship. Kyle was agitated over the situation but overall rational, Stan was flipping the fuck out. Stan came to him submissive, scared, and asking for Kyle to make him feel better. Kyle remained calm and logical. I swear to god if I read one more cutesy-innocent Kyle post I might flip a table. Literally Kyle’s canonical self is RIGHT THERE

OH YEAH MY BUTTERS THOUGHTS there’s nothing really new here but it continues the trend of Butters being a self centered prick. (I love him but he is) Instead of even trying to understand the number of people dying or the gravity of the situation, he’s just upset and throwing tantrums because he doesn’t get to play at Build a Bear. And it’s made explicit in the writing that unlike Stan he isn’t struggling with the nebulous fear of death (probably brought on by his uncle getting sick). Butters is just bitter that he doesn’t get to have special things. Also Stan was the only one who tried even a little to save Butters from getting taken by the guards. No one else tried to stop or warn Butters. So again, very cute Stutters moment where Stan is overtly worried for Butters’ well-being even when he’s throwing a bratty tantrum. (I don’t know how anyone perceives Butters as an altruistic person, he’s a selfish twat. he’s a lovable selfish twat, like Cartman, but he’s still a selfish twat. and none of his shitty behavior in this episode was even remotely related to Cartman so you can’t connect it to him. Butters, on his own and without anyone else’s influence, does and acts like a shit-head). There is the excuse that he’s only ten but literally everyone in that cafeteria is only ten. But Butters is the only one kicking other people’s food because he didn’t get his special prize.

This all sounds like I hate Butters. I love Butters, warts and all, I just get really annoyed when fandom ignores his warts because his warts are PART OF THE REASON I LOVE BUTTERS. Also it’s like... blatantly and observably canon that he’s selfish.

I’m going to happily ruminate on Stan feeling a strong pang of protectiveness towards Butters though. That was quite illuminating.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Undercover Lover prt 22 prt 1

22

To Eren’s complete surprise he didn’t wind up in bed with Levi at the end of the night. He’d drunk enough to be nicely buzzed, but Isabel had been at the bar with her daughter, who’d taken an instant liking to him. Hanging onto him, Hannah wouldn’t listen to “Daddy Farlan”, or “Mummy Izzy”. The four year old squarely sitting in his lap and deciding they were now best friends. Erwin had been on guard over the whole thing, Farlan cranky he’d been temporarily misplaced, but no one could argue with the logic of a four year old and it was kind of really nice to be a “hero” again, like he’d been to Mina and Thomas.

His drinks had swapped to water, the little girl in his lap talked on and on about all sorts of things until Isabel placed a colouring book in front of her to try to settle her down. That only made her more excited as she asked Eren all about the colours and told him off when he got the names of things in the pictures wrong. Seated beside Levi, Levi wasn’t handling having Hannah being messy beside him. Eren using his arm to keep her from annoying “Uncle Levi” too much. Part of him was jealous. Jealous that Mikasa had experienced pregnancy twice before he’d even found his mate. He’d always kind of gone first to protect his friends, then she’d gone and done the one thing he’d never thought he could do. Seeing her pregnant had been hard, but he’s been so proud of her and loved his niece and nephew fiercely, thinking they’d be the closest thing he’d ever to his own children.

“Eren! You’re not listening to me”

Taking a pencil up the nose, Eren supposed he deserved it. He couldn’t help wanting to watch Levi from the corner of his eye. His body deciding to be extra clucky, except Levi really did seem to prefer some distance between him and Hannah

“I’m sorry, Hannah. I was thinking and it hurt”

“I bet it did. I don’t know what colour to do the dress”

Everything was creatively coloured as it was. The princess in the picture now with blue and green skin

“Hmmm... what’s mummy’s favourite colour?”

“How am I supposed to know that?”

“Fair point. What about red? Like mummy’s hair?”

“She can’t wear a red dress! Her skin is green!”

Hannah made it sound like some inexcusable crime. Eren snorting. Kids were so damn brutal

“Okay, what about pink?”

“Pink is dumb”

Picking up the pink pencil, Eren had a feeling that was something someone had told Hannah and not her actual feelings on the colour. Colouring the edge of the dress, Eren shrugged, sounding as casual as he could

“I don’t know. I think it’s pretty nice...”

“I like pink too”

Ah. Yep. There it was

“Then you should colour her dress in. You’re doing a great job there”

Hannah lit up under the praise. All children seemed to become show offs for every single adult that wasn’t their parent. Cupping her hand, Hannah “whispered”

“I know. Don’t tell mummy but she’s really bad at this”

“Okay... I won’t. But I bet mummy tries really hard”

Sighing at how hard her little life was, Hannah was once again brutal

“Uncle Levi says she’s very trying”

Across the table Hanji snorted with laughter. She and Erwin had been talking back and forth until Hanji’s husband Moblit had arrived. The night had gotten pretty late and Isabel and Farlan were bussing tables and cleaning up. Levi banned from helping them in a way that didn’t sit right with Eren. Levi couldn’t help his OCD tendencies, and didn’t need to be ragged on for cleaning things within an inch of their life

“No, honey. It’s Uncle Levi that’s trying”

“The only thing Uncle Levi is trying to do is grow up... Even mummy’s taller than him”

Hanji cackled. Eren finding himself upset that his mate was being picked on. Poking Hannah gently in the side, he frowned at her over her shoulder

“Now. That’s not very nice. Your Uncle Levi loves you very much. People come in all shapes and sizes and that’s okay”

“You can say that because you’re huge”

“And you little missy are tiny...”

Tickling Hannah’s sides gently, Hannah howled with laughter. A gentle explanation was always his preferred to a harsh scolding

“Nooooo!”

Stopping tickling Hannah, Hannah stared up at him. Shit. He really really missed Mina

“Are you okay? You look sad. Sometimes you need to do a big poo when you’re sad”

That sounded like an adapted “getting shit over and done with”

“Did your Uncle tell you that?”

“Daddy did”

“I’m sure he has a point. He’s a smart man”

“He is. But he does smelly poos”

This kid was killing him. Farlan calling over to them from the bar

“That’s enough, Hannah. Finish up your picture, it’s bed time”

“I wanna stay here!”

“I know, but it’s past your bedtime as it is!”

It well and truly was. It was past his bedtime too. Isabel explained she hadn’t been able to get a sitter, but Farlan couldn’t clean up on his own

“You know, even I have a bedtime”

Hannah’s eyes went wide

“You do?”

“Yep. I get up and go to work super early”

“That’s stupid. I don’t want to go to bed”

Nope. Hannah was on the verge of an overtired meltdown. Eren could see it on her face. He’d managed to avoid waterworks so far, time to be distracting again

“If you work fast, we can finish this picture before you do. I’d really like to see it all coloured in”

With Hannah falling asleep against him, the other said their goodbyes while he and Levi waited for Farlan and Isabel to finish up. Erwin was oddly nice when he thought about things. He hadn’t snarked at him once, though he had been on edge when Hannah started clinging to the omega. With Moblit being the designated sober driver, Hanji was hanging off her husband, demanding Erwin come back to their’s for more drinks. Levi sighing as Moblit apologised, but Eren felt Levi was more or less sighing at him becoming a pillow for the four year old when all the alpha wanted to do was go home. His very important job as a pillow rendering them stuck until for a further half an hour where Eren carried little miss Hannah out to the car, so Isabel had her hands free to unclip the car seat and triple check she had everything before Eren lowered Hannah into place.

Left out of the “boys club” Farlan and Levi were having a cigarette together near the back door of the bar. Eren unable to stop himself from shooting a wistful glance at the cigarette he really wished he was having

“Sooo. You and my big brother?”

Not another one... Clipping Hannah into place, Isabel re-emerged out the car, a mischievous smile on her face

“Are friends. I ended up with no place to stay and he took in a stray”

“Mhmm. I might believe it if it wasn’t big brother Levi. He took me and Farlan in, but that was years ago... before he was so... anal about things”

Eren wasn’t touching that one

“Our piece of sh...sugar boss had me training him. We’ve been working together for a few months now”

Isabel crossed her arms, her expression turning serious

“Thank you for looking after Hannah tonight, but if you’re thinking of hurting my brother...”

“Don’t worry, I’ve had the talk repeatedly. No. I’m not thinking of hurting Levi”

Looking him up and down, Isabel snorted a giggle, covering her mouth as she did

“I’m sorry. I can’t. Yeah, no. Don’t worry. I’m not going to pull an Erwin on you. I can tell you’re an okay guy. I mean, Hannah absolutely adores you already, and you were really great with her”

“My adoptive sister has two of her own. I’m the cool uncle”

“I’m sure you are. Look, I don’t know what’s going on between you and Levi, but I know he’s not going to be happy tonight. He’s not that great at dealing with Hannah’s whims. I mean, he tries, but it’s hard for him with his...”

Isabel gestured, leaving Eren to nod understandingly

“His need for clean? I know. I noticed how he wanted to join in, but kept stopping himself. Thanks for the heads up”

“He really must think you’re special if he’s bringing you around again. He’s been hurt a lot, it’s not for me stay but he stayed with his uncle for a bit, then his uncle up and left him. Sometimes it’s like he thinks we’ll leave him too. He’s a good man. I mean, he didn’t have to help me and Farlan out, but he’s always been there for us. Maybe you can get through to him that he’s okay being himself”

“I’m not sure about that. I mean, he has his quirks, but I think that’s just him...”

“You’re being dense on purpose. Look, he likes you and you like him. Don’t break his heart or Farlan will really break your neck”

“I don’t plan on it”

“Then you’re welcome back any time... though I shouldn’t really say that as it’s not Rod’s territory here and Rod is a total tosser”

“Isabel, the last thing I want to do is cause drama. I know how important family is, and it’s not always blood family that makes an actual family. I don’t want Levi getting caught up in my sh-sugar, and I don’t want anything happening to him...”

Choosing now to start walking over to them, Eren let his sentence trail off. Isabel giggling over it as she smiled brightly. He didn’t need her to tell him not to hurt Levi. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Even blowing his cover was preferable to Levi ending up hurt or locked away. All he could do was wait patiently until Pixis had signed off on the arrest warrants and they could move in for the bust.

Slinging his arm around Isabel’s shoulder, Farlan actually smiled at him

“Thanks for looking after Hannah. I wasn’t sure you had it in you”

Hopefully he hadn’t given everyone the wrong impression with his longing to see his family again. Wrapping his arms around himself, Eren lamented how nice the night was. It’d be perfect for a long ride down to the coast

“She reminds me of my niece... well, and my sister. I haven’t seen them in awhile, they’re not close... Sorry. Anyway, yeah. Thanks for tonight. I was pretty sure either you or Erwin were plotting my death, so it’s nice to know I’m going to be around for a little longer”

Ending with a nervous laugh Eren hoped he hadn’t just ruined all the nights work. Farlan wasn’t giving him anything. Levi put his hand on Eren’s arm, Eren’s heart giving a weird beat as he tried to avoid looking at Isabel who wore a smirk on her face. Okay. He couldn’t do anything about this, but it didn’t have to mean anything if he didn’t let it

“Tch. No one’s about to kill you. I’ll come see you guys soon. We’re leaving, brat”

The “goodbye” felt a little awkward. Isabel smacking Farlan for something the man whispered as they walked away. To make matters more confusing, Levi kept his hand on Eren’s arm right up until they reached the alpha’s car

“You’re right to drive, right?”

Eren cocked his head in confusion

“I can if you want me to. I didn’t think you drank that much”

“I didn’t... you just had a look on your face like you were thinking about something far away”

“Oh, it’s fine. I was just thinking this a nice night to go for a ride”

“You’re not getting on your motorbike after drinking”

“But you’ll let me drive your car?”

Levi huffed, he’d somehow pissed the alpha off

“If you don’t want to drive, I’ll fucking drive”

“No. It’s okay. I don’t mind. You had a pretty long night and I’m the one who had a nap”

Handing over the keys, Levi finally took his hand off Eren’s arm. Levi’s hands carried a certain kind of warmth that he’d been starved of for so long

“You crash my car...”

“Yeah, yeah. Anywhere in particular, or just home?”

“Whatever. Where do you usually go when you go out on your bike?”

“That’s a bit of a drive”

“Then don’t fucking crash”

*

Levi fell asleep during the drive. Eren stopping at a 24 hour service station to pick up a coffee and a tea for the sleeping alpha, before continuing the drive out to the coast. The first time he’d come to the beach had been with his friends, kind of like a last hurrah before they plunged into the world of adulthood. Parking up near the park before the pier, there was a certain kind of magic that came with being near the ocean at night. Leaving the car running and the heater on, Eren took his coffee as he left Levi sleeping, making the walk to the closest bench to sit and think about how Levi’s car needed a new ignition barrel seeing the car was on and the keys were in his pocket.

Their trip to the beach was the last time Mikasa confessed her feelings for him. Maybe he would have felt something if they hadn’t been brother and sister, something that felt almost instant when Mikasa joined their family. Heck, in under a year, he’d gained a sister only a little older than he was, and a new best friend. His mother had adored Mikasa. Mikasa who got the perfect grades and to which everything came as naturally as breathing air. Okay, that might be a little harsh, but it’d certainly shown his mother how much he was lacking.

Stretching out, it was amazing what the mind remembered. He didn’t remember the whole trip. He couldn’t remember who brought them to the beach, but he could remember things like failing hard at beach volleyball ball, and Sasha eating a whole watermelon by herself. Jean had been stupid enough to get a mouthful of water on his forest dive under the waves, their friend Conny laughing hard as Jean complained about how salty it had tasted. He’d known for a long time he didn’t want to be a doctor. When his dad started acting crazy after his mother’s death, he’d honestly been terrified to death at time of his father’s mental instability. Fortunately, all his father’s disappointments fell on his shoulders, not Mikasa’s. One night his father took it too far. He’d driven him out to the middle of the forest and just lost it completely. The fear he felt... he never wanted anyone else to feel it... and with no one having all that much belief in him, he’d turned into a right little shit. How he managed to graduate, he still wasn’t sure. He just knew he had to get out. That there was a world out there, and there were people suffering because no one would speak up for them.

So. He’d become an officer. Mikasa and Armin right there beside him... His Armin... who hadn’t even been able to stand up to bullies. He wanted more for Armin, but Armin made his mind up. By some twist of fate, he had no idea until he was at the training academy that Jean, Marco, Connie, and Sasha had all sort of followed him. Each of them wanting to escape the shit in their lives and not wanting to lose what they had as a group. Over time they spilt up, then came back together, split up again, then came back together when Mikasa and Jean married. Fast forward a few more years and Marco was dead, and there he was feeling sorry for himself. He hadn’t been the best officer. He’d had more than one written warning over his conduct, but he worked hard at his cases the best he could.

Lost in contemplation, Eren jumped as Levi came up behind him

“The next time you piss in a cup, don’t leave in the car”

“It’s not my fault service station tea isn’t to your liking. It cost me a whole dollar. You should be grateful”

“Says the lunatic that’s kidnapped me”

Tilting his head back, Eren stared up at the star shot sky

“You asked where I went. Normally I’d go along the coast, but this is nice”

Other than the waves and the very distant sounds of the port the place was fairly quiet. Shinganshima had hit its housing boom in his teen years, people wanting more and more to live closer to the coast. Thanks development laws, there were still nice patches of coast like this.

Walking around the bench, Levi dropped down next to him, before grimacing as he sipped his tea

“Maybe if you added sugar the taste wouldn’t be so bad?”

“I don’t think sugar can save this piss”

“Probably not. The coffee wasn’t awful...”

“It’s the middle of the night, don’t blame me when you can’t sleep”

“I’ll be fine...”

Tilting his head forward again, Eren looked to Levi as he spoke

“... but speaking of that, are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seemed a little on edge when Hannah was colouring in”

Levi gazed at the lid of his tea, the alpha tensing momentarily, then relaxing again

“I guess I’m not used to kids. I don’t dislike her... she’s my niece... but I don’t know what to do”

“I didn’t know what to do either at first... She kept making me miss my niece...”

“You could call them?”

“Nah. I mean, I don’t want my sister coming down and getting mixed up with Rod”

“Fair call. I didn’t expect you to be so good with her”

“Must be an omega thing. Though, when you look at Mikasa, she’s the one who’s got it figured out. Not me. I didn’t really realise how jealous I was of her...”

There he went, letting himself talk too much again

“You want kids?”

“I don’t know. I never thought it’d be an option outside of adoption. Honestly, Armin is the only one who knew how hard I took Mikasa falling pregnant. She’s always been the best out of the three of us. I sound so pathetic right now”

“I think you earned the right to being pathetic after babysitting most of the night”

Eren snorted. Kids weren’t hard... adults were the tricky bit of life

“She was fine. Like I said, I was more worried about you”

“Tch. It’s about a decade too soon for you to be worrying about me”

“Still... Sorry. I’m probably making you uncomfortable”

A long moment turned to several before Levi replied. The alpha’s voice low, almost mumbled

“I know I’m not the best at human interactions... I also know I shouldn’t let myself be controlled by my need to clean...”

It sounded an awful lot like Levi was about to apologise

“Don’t. Yeah, I might not get it. But I’m not the one in your head being frustrated by it all. You’re okay to act how you need to act. It’s just another part of you. I know I’m not going to be the best room mate but I respect that it’s your apartment and that things need to be a certain way. I want you to feel like you can tell me off if I’ve done something wrong”

Great. They were plunged into silence again. Eren didn’t know how he kept saying the wrong thing. Finishing his tea, Levi leaned right back on the park bench

“I don’t understand what there’s to be jealous about, but you don’t have to judge yourself by everyone else’s standards”

And Levi called him weird...

“It’s pretty bad to be jealous of your own sister...”

“It’s worse to act on that jealousy”

Still. He was. Twice Mikasa had grown this whole other little human in her belly. Twice she’d given birth. Even if he experienced it, he was afraid he’d feel inferior seeing Mikasa had been there and done all that before him

“I shouldn’t have brought it up. I mean, I love my niece and nephew... I just... feel left behind because my dynamic is messed up”

“Tch. You have so little confidence that it’s amazing you made it anywhere in life. Of course you’re allowed to feel jealous. I read some of those sites on beta-omegas and they’re fucking shit”

He’d pushed Levi as it was. He didn’t want the alpha expiring from the embarrassment of showing he cared enough to try work Eren out

“Pretty much. Hurrah! You’re broken, but you can still get on your hands and knees and lick your alphas feet. I don’t want to be like that”

“That’s fucking revolting. Do you know how dirty feet are?”

“Especially ours. Here I was, trying to let you know you can talk to me, and I’ve turned it into a shitty counselling session”

“It’s fine. We make a great shitty pair”

“Us against the world. Wouldn’t it be nice if we just jump on a boat? Sail away like our enemies weren’t out there waiting for us”

“Don’t remind. Rod wants me in Eldia next weekend for some major underground fight. The way he spoke to begin with, I thought I’d have more time. I’ll leave the Thursday night and be back Monday morning”

If Levi was going away, he’d have to find a place to stay. Not that he didn’t have to as it was. He couldn’t very well follow Rod to the fight

“I’ll book a hotel tomorrow”

“Why?”

“You won’t be home”

“Tch. It’s your apartment too for now. It’s fine. Don’t shit on the benches and we won’t have problem”

“What if I shit in the fridge?”

“Then... I don’t know. Fuck”

Eren chuckled. It wasn’t often he managed to confuse Levi into not knowing what to say

“It’s okay, I promise I won’t. I still feel bad you took me in”

“I’m not sorry to see the last of those stairs. Are you sure it’s okay leaving your shit there?”

He wasn’t giving up his lease. He hadn’t really wanted to leave in the first place, it was simply too risky to be caught by Rod’s morons at the wrong moment

“Yeah. I got what was important. Plus, don’t forget those stairs. If Rod wants to break in, his goons have to go up those stairs again. Imagine the effort of trying to rob the place when you have to go up and down. Perfect deterrent”

“They could just toss all your shit out the window”

“That’s not the most comforting of thoughts”

His stuff would be looted within half of an hour of it being turfed out the window. Though, if it had to be stolen, having it stolen by people who actually needed it wasn’t so bad

“I’m not the most comforting of people”

“I don’t think you’re all that bad. Even if I know fuck all about you”

Levi snorted

“Not much to fucking tell. Never knew my dad, then when I was kid, my mum got sick and passed away. I was what they call “heading down the wrong path” when I fell in with Erwin. He knew Hanji and Moblit before I did...”

“I think there’s many people who’d say being a street fighter working for a thug is still heading down the wrong path”

“Probably. Yeah. But when you’ve been fighting your whole life, there’s not that many options open”

“Mmm. Trying being a killer...”

“You’re not a killer... I... I don’t know the situation but I do know you wouldn’t have killed your partner. How do you feel about the police force now?”

He honestly couldn’t blame them for the fallout and eventually all would come out when he was reinstated

“I don’t hate them. None of us can say for sure what happened... I’m okay where I am now... kind of. I mean, things used to be simpler, but I don’t feel like I’m just existing anymore”

Thanks to Levi. Having a friend... He hadn’t realised how much he missed someone who was going through kind of the same thing. Being a different dynamic meant a different point of view, yet Levi was his what helped make work more bearable than it had been

“Shit, brat. You’re being nice. Maybe I shouldn’t have let you drive”

“Fuck off. I got us here, didn’t I?”

“Yep. Bumfuck nowhere”

“Pretty much. Still, it’s different on a bike. We should get you a helmet”

“Or we could not”

Eren snorted. Levi just didn’t get the feeling of freedom at all

“Can we compromise?”

“No. I’ve seen too many accidents... on the news, I mean...”

“That’s not always the case. Look, with Hannah, you don’t have to try so hard. Yeah, kids are sticky and messy, but as long as you’re nice, they’re not that bad. I think she wanted your attention tonight”

“I’m already juggling one brat, I don’t need two”

[lxvesickreality]

fix you

Request: Bucky x reader just absolute raging angst with the promise of a happy ending? ✨♥️

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of suicide

Word Count: 1866

Add on: song being used is called Fix You by Coldplay 

gif is NOT mine, credits to owners

Please do not read if easily triggered by talk of suicide and dark pasts. If you are feeling in that way at all even if you didn’t read this, my inbox is always open and you can private message me anytime. 

When you try your best but you don't succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

You never had an easy childhood and you had no role models to look up to as you grew. Your parents got into a fatal car crash on the way to get induced to have you since your mother was almost two weeks past her due date. You almost didn’t make it because your mom was dying quickly. You were born on a street that 12 minutes away from the hospital and you were taken away from your mother the minute you came out. Your parents passed away that night. As you grew up, you were told this story by many social workers that made you jump home to home to live with foster homes. It devastated you and sent you to a dark place.

Many homes you grew up in weren’t very nice to you. When you were 8 years old, you were struck by the male figure in the house for not finishing your peas on your plate. He called you ungrateful, selfish, and even a bitch. You were sent to your room that was as small as a bathroom. Each time your social worker came, they put on a front and wouldn’t let them know you lived in a small room, not in the normal sized bedroom like they said. From 8 years old to 13, you lived in that place until you were able to get on the phone with your social worker to explain what had been going on. You left the next day to a different home. The next couple of years was like that until your 15th birthday. You found a home where they wanted you and made you feel welcomed by embracing you with open arms. They adopted you and gave you a better chance at an education so you can do what you wanted. You had everything you had ever wanted but something wasn’t right. You would try your damndest to show how happy and appreciative you were to find someone like them because you knew kids in the foster system either never made it out or stayed in a really bad home until they were considered an adult. You just missed your family.

You ended up in a really dark place by your 16th birthday. You caused your adoptive family a lot of money with the therapist and psychiatrist they provided you with. They knew how sad you were. Who wouldn’t be sad? What they didn’t know was you were depressed and developed PTSD along the way. Your psychiatrist put you on several different medications to help you stay focused in school, let you sleep properly, and feel okay for once. One day, you tossed and turned all night because that day was really bad for you. It was your birthday and though your adoptive family went all out for you, buying you a car and your own laptop so you could write down your thoughts, you were feeling weighed down. You felt sorry that you disrupted their lives and blamed yourself for it. You continuously would blame yourself for your parents’ death. You should’ve felt happy but instead it felt reversed so you did something you regretted; you took half the bottle of antidepressants.

When the tears come streaming down your face

'Cause you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

What could it be worse?

The person who wanted you to call mom came to check up on you when you unexpectedly left to go to bed at 8pm a few weeks after you attempted suicide, she caught you crying into your pillow. Her heart clenched at the sight of a girl she desperately wanted to be her daughter. She wasn’t able to have kids so she felt incredibly lucky to have you by her side. Your sobs were loud enough to draw her husband and their small Cockapoo, Pilot upstairs so the small family of theirs comforted you in every way they possibly could. 

You told them, “I feel so alone. I miss my parents. I barely even knew them but I remember the safeness and security I felt around them. I was a baby, a newborn and they passed away. I didn’t even get to know them.” they wanted to know more but didn’t want to push you. You eventually continued, “The first family I lived with was a good family. I lived with them for 5 years I believe and it was so great. I was loved but they told social worker back then they no longer wanted me. Their explanation was they finally got pregnant. With twins! Three kids were too much so they let me go. I lost a family I loved but I guess they didn’t love me back, you know? It just went to waste. When I got to my first abusive home, I lost a part of my self-respect that day and I never got it back. I lost so much the first time that asshole struck me. He made me think the worst of myself at 8 years old up until I was 13. Did you know he beat me till I passed out because I started my period for the first time?”

You went on for awhile and they all listened to you until you fell asleep on your adoptive mother’s lap while she stroked your hair gently to get the knots out. That day was memorable for you because you started to feel more loved. 

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

At 18, you felt different. It was as if you had this electricity surging through you dying to get out and to be used. You didn’t know what it was until you got into a fight with someone on the street for trying to pay you for a certain action no one in their right mind would want to do to some random old guy. He was found dead in the morning inside of a dark alley you dragged him to. Their diagnosis was that he was killed by 12,000 volts of electricity which must’ve been from the telephone pole near him. The police didn’t think anything of it but you did then a few days later, S.H.I.E.L.D. found you. It seems as your adoptive parents knew exactly what was going on. You became an agent that night with every intent on controlling and managing your powers. They called you Carmina, Latin word for electro. 

Years rolled by in a blur but time stopped when you met him. 

But high up above or down below

When you are too in love to let it show

Oh but if you never try you'll never know

Just what you're worth

Bucky Barnes was in no way perfect, in fact he was probably the most imperfect guy on this entire universe. His past was dark and foggy to him but he knew what had happened, of course, he did. Nobody would forget the murders they committed and he didn’t wish to be a part of anyone’s life. He barely let his best friend back in because of the things he did to him and his team but you were the most unique, gorgeous person he had ever met. He didn’t know what drew him in, maybe it was the sweet smile you gave everyone that you knew and didn’t know; or the twinkle in your eye when you talked about something you were very passionate about; maybe it was the same mutual darkness in the back of your brain that matched his. It was something and it made a change for everything. 

You were the first to ask him out. It was a pretty big risk for you seeing as you didn’t trust people very often given your past but he had something separating him from every guy you’ve ever met. He was perfectly imperfect to you. Oh god was he imperfect. It just made you fall even more for him. 

You both were very closed off people making it difficult to talk to one another without giving too much information about yourselves but you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent so you had a file. Bucky didn’t think twice to look at it and you did the same with his from H.Y.D.R.A. You both weren’t ready to mention the files you took a peek at because you wanted it to be told in your own way from the heart so it took a while to warm up to each other but eventually you did and it was epic. You fell head over heels in love with each other from one date, the very first date. But the moment you opened up was tragic.

5th date and you were crying but he didn’t understand why. Your past was nowhere near as bad as he was yet you felt like you were barely worth anything. He didn’t understand why you were crying so hard because you worth everything so he told you his past in bits and pieces. You cried in each others arms together, comforting and kissing each other to make yourselves feel better. You felt happy and content to find someone who loves you for you and vice versa. 

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you

From the very beginning, you felt unlucky and like you were bad luck because nothing good ever happened to you. Your parents passing away was the beginning of a tragic story or that’s what you thought before you found your adoptive family. The loneliness and constant worry about yourself followed you every home you went to. Your depression was something you never imagined you would have and it was the worst thing you imagined. You would never wish that upon your worst enemies because that was real and it controlled everything you did. You didn’t try to kill yourself because of it, you did it to get away from the pain and you were so lucky to still be here because you wouldn’t have died feeling loved. You would’ve died feeling sad and alone. You weren’t alone. You survived. 

Bucky Barnes helped you through your journey of recovery after dropping your therapist and psychiatrist for good. He and your family guided you through the tunnel that you couldn’t see in. Your family taught you to love. He taught you to open up. Life wasn’t all that bad anymore. You weren’t unlucky nor were you a bad charm to anyone. You started that way but it didn’t define who you were. 

Bucky and you tied the knot 6 years of being together and had the biggest family. You felt at peace. That’s what life wanted you to have. It just gave you a dark tunnel in the beginning and you found your way through. You were finally happy. 

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Motorcycle Race

Has a bit of Mick and Lisa friendship. Takes place between Rogue Air and Family of Rogues.  "Okay peoples let's get this party started!!!!!" Shawna shouted in the middle of the crowd in Saints & Sinners. 

Mark Axel, and Hartley burst in quickly behind her. Mark's small hurricanes blew the door hinges off and people ran screaming out. Mick, Leonard and Lisa dragged behind. 

"I can't believe we're robbing this place." Leonard muttered disgustedly as the crowds pushed and ran past them. 

"Aww c'mon on Lenny. It's Shawna's birthday let her rob S&S if she wants to. Besides look at all the wallets people are leaving around." Lisa grinned as another patron ran away screaming, not noticing Lisa's hand dipping into her pocket as she ran past her. "I already got 7!" 

Leonard shook his head with his usual "Why-in-hell-am-I-related-to-you-and-why-did-I-agree-to-this-stupidity" sigh.

Lisa rolled her eyes, he was the one who created the group who wanted to do said stupidity. He was the one that had wanted to get more villains to go against the Scarlet Speedster, and now they were stuck with them. 

It all had started when Shawna came to the warehouse with a bunch of shopping bags, announcing that no one should go to her room tonight because it was her birthday. Then Axel came up with the idea that they should celebrate. And with Rogues, what better way to celebrate than by filling their pockets with cash, jewelry and other stuff they got for free. Shawna insisted on Saints & Sinners because she wanted to crash at the bar so off they went. 

Lenny hadn't wanted to go, but Lisa had goaded him to it because what would it look like if the leader of the Rogues was so noticeably absent from a theft. 

"Like he is the only sane one, so that's why he's the leader" He drawled. He ended up going anyway because he didn't want anyone to end up in jail before going on their next heist. 

Lisa had to admit, she had been against the idea of having more in the Rogues besides the three of them. Sort of an exclusivity. But it had been generally okay. Mark and Axel were all over her when Lenny wasn't around and it was nice to be so pampered and admired. 

Despite his lovesick gazes, Axel was the jokester and she thought he was the best one to hang out with. who wouldn't love a buy who stole the cold gun, freezed the hallway and started sledding races. She didn't know quite what to think of Mark and Hartley they mostly stood to each other or by themselves. But as long as they didn't mess up her life with whatever inner angst they were holding up she didn't care. 

Shawna was fun to be around, it was nice to have another girl in villainy and they sometimes compared notes on Cisco and made fun of him and the other Rogues when they went clubbing. But she also had a sneaking suspicion that she had been using her powers to get into her room, and steal her make up which was not cool at all. She had stolen those Clinique bottles through her own hard work and she wasn't going to share. The place was finally clear, the owner of the bar stared at them through widened eyes. He looked like he was going to stand his ground but one glare from Mick sent him scurrying off. 

“Best day ever" Shawna sighed satisfied sipping her bottle of vodka she took from the bar. Axel and Hartley were jamming up the cash register and Mark seemed to be trying to take off the disco ball with his mind. 

"So how long do we get to crash before the police arrive?" Mick asked absent-mindedl, lighting a cigarette. 

"10, 8 minutes or so" Leonard said checking his watch.

"Cool we stay here until last second and then off out" Shawna grinned, as she spotted a sequined purse lying under one of the tables.

"Maybe you can but we can't." Mark said, looking at the locked front door.

“Oh yeah, it must suck that you have to leave early because you're not fast enough to outrun the cops" Shawna mock-pouted "Poor baby.”

"I can out-run the cops anytime I want.”Hartley shot back.

“No way, your stick legs can't outrun a snail" Axel jeered.

“Yes I can" Hartley shoved him. "No way" Shawna called out.

"Forget running, best way to go is by motorcycle" Mick said.

"And that title is held by me" Lisa added.

“Please" Mick snorted.

"Please what?" Lisa scowled.

"I'm the one that actually taught you how to drive fast. No way you can beat the master." Mick smirked. It was true. Len had been the one that taught her to drive car, how to drive a motorcycle, how to repair the, but Mick was the one that taught her how to drive fast ad dangerously. They used to drive around Central, breaking all kinds of speed limits. 

"Mick, stop talking drunk and be serious.” Lisa snorted.

“Guys, I have the perfect way to solve this" Shawna grinned.

"Beer" Mark said helpfully.” 

“Yes, that and we race on it." Shawna suggested. The Rogues stared at each other and ran out of S&S. They headed to the old dump yard at the edge of the skate park, and took some bicycles lying around while Leonard, Mick, and Lisa took their own motorcycles. "Okay first up,” Lisa announced "You four go race starting at the half pipe, to S&S and back again. Then Mick and I will go, winner race winners." Leonard just settled down at the park bench watching them intently.

“Do we get to use our powers?" Hartley asked eagerly.

"Of course" Lisa purred "What fun would it be if we didn't?"

The four got on their bikes, and glared at the lights of S&S and the police cars in the distance.

"Ready, set go!" Lisa called Axel started up the fight by setting off parachute bombs at Shawna who was up front, she disappeared just as the bombs hit the ground. 

Which made Mark and Hartley scramble off balance into some trees. Mark fought back as lightning blast out of the sky, making Axel zig-zag into the street.

 "SHIT!! Biker coming through" he yelled as car honked and barreled toward him. Shawna reappeared once more in front but was soon overpowered by Hartley when he aimed his sonic gloves at the ground. The whole race sorta crumbled after that. 

They got so distracted with fighting each other that jumped off their motorcycle and use their powers and combat skills in a four way fight. 

"Guess we can get started then," Mick commented. “Done" Lisa pulled on her helmet, and crouched on her golden motorcycle "See you at the finish line old man" Lisa crowed.

Mick grunted. Leonard placed their guns next to him and called out "Start!”

It had been fast and furious, without the added distraction of firing fireballs me gold at each other they swerved precisely and smoothly across the streets. Lisa sorely tempted to drive over by him and hit him against the curb, but one thing she re breed from racing him years ago that knocking out you're opponent also made sure you slowed down too. 

They made it to S&S and we're greeted by the police, and the owner. "Yes, they helped rob the place!" 

"Drive back, drive back, tactical retreat" Mick shouted at her, she didn't need to be told twice. 

She zig zagged as people always said to do if you don't want to get shot by the police. She certainly didn't want to today and in this outfit. The blood would stain the chiffon for sure. She heard the squeal of tires blowing out, and cursed to see her motorcycle tire with a bullet in it. Mick was a little ways ahead of her, already getting dragged off by the police officers. 

She shook her head, dejectedly and let them cuff her without a fight. Without a gun, against their many many holsters, it didn't seem worth it. 

As she got shoved in with Mick, he huffed on yet another cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Ya know your brother is gonna killed us." 

“He could kill Shawna... She was the one with the whole birthday robbery idea and then the motorcycle race." Lisa said, "This is not worth getting killed over. If anything he would kill you for screwing me.” 

She was thinking of Leonard's ever present threat, to murder anyone, especially partners having sexual relations with her. 

"He wouldn't kill me" Mick said, carelessly.

"Really?" Lisa added doubtfully, she knew Mick was like Leonard's closest and only friend but she didn't think their friendship extended that far. Hell, he said that Mick was the last person he wanted her having sex with. “I believe his exact words were, If you think one impure thought about her I will catastrate you, boil your nuts and burn you alive." Mick said thoughtfully as Lisa stared at him in horror, with more than just the threat in mind 

“Did you like me?" She would never admit but she had a crush on Mick for a few months when she was 14. Nothing big, and it was before she knew the extent of his craziness. All she knew was that he had a car with license, had wicked prison tattoos, and an intriguing deep guttural voice. It went away after awhile but never once did she think Mick would have looked at her the same way. 

"I just saw you in a one of your evening dresses, and happened to compliment your rack out loud. That was it." Mick said. “That explains it" Lisa smiled, "And you and I dating. Never. I don't go for balding, old men."

"I don't go for idiotic train wrecks" Mick retorted.

They settled to an easy silence before she broke it again, “So what do you think of the whole Rogues thing?" 

“Worst plan ever. A guy who can make thunderstorms whenever he cries, a disappearing act that thinks robbing S&S is big game, a dumbass engineer with parental issues, and a daddy's boy with bombs. Len couldn't pick up someone cool and useful like someone who could control minds, or an assassin." Mick snorted. 

“Let’s face it. The original three of us pulled off more cons than we did with the rest." Lisa agreed. 

"Well we're stuck with them for now. It'll be like our own reality TV mess." Mick snorted. 

"I bet I could get Shawna in a fight with Mark over the bathroom and then have Axel and Hartley making out in the closet in no time." Lisa smiled, mischevious thoughts running through her mind.

"Mark and Hartley in the closet? I bet Mark and Hartley. In Leonard's office" Mick corrected.

“You're on. I can't wait to see Lenny's face when that happens" Lisa grinned.

 "After we get out of this, we're going for another round though" Mick added.

 "You want to get beaten by me twice?" “I was way ahead of you before the cops came." Mick sneered.

"You have proof?" "I don't need proof, I'm better motorcyclist than you'll ever be. I was back then and I am now.” Mick snarled. "Things changed, Rory. I'm number one now." Lisa glared back at him. 

“Things haven't changed that much, Glider. You still need to learn how to zig zag without getting shot, don't you think for a second you're not the same kid that I had to drive to school and help with...with Brazilian waxing" Mick said, with a rare smile at the memory. 

Leonard had forced Mick to go to her wax appointment with her when he got stuck at a job with Lewis. It had been a hard ordeal for both of them, and Mick ended up with a broken wrist. "It was my first time, and you wouldn't let me hold your.." 

The truck stopped with a halt, and Shawna appeared in front of them. "You're anti-heroes of the day have arrived" she cheered, opening the door and pushing them out. They fell to the ground, "Would you mind, uncuffing us first" Lisa spit dirt out of her mouth.

“Oh of course!" "Here let me help!" Mark and Axel scrambled to uncuff her.

“A little help here" Mick hissed, jingling his cuffs, as Leonard rolled his eyes to help. “That's enough for tonight" Leonard used his stern, leader tone and gestured to the motorcycles waiting at the bench.  

"You head out, we have a score to settle" Lisa said, and winked at Mick. “Yeah Goldie wants to get her ass kicked.

"Don't get so cocky, Rory" Lisa smiled, revved her engine and the two roared off to the pipeline. 

[wondersbeyondcompare]

Underpaid Security Guard

Word Count: 2929

Characters: Majid, Jamil, some mentions of Kalim

TW: None

Some Notes: An explanation on how Majid became a “security guard” of Scarabia; basically the boi is a stubborn first year brat and Jamil is taking no shit smh

Majid lay upon the pavilion located at Scarabia’s entrance, gazing at the stars that peeked out from the awning above him. The coolness of the marble against his back pleasantly numb his stinging muscles from the accidental impact he had with the floor just a few moments ago. 

In other words, Majid had fallen and couldn’t have cared to get up. 

Besides, it was a nice night to be outside. It wasn’t unbearably hot (as the dorm could sometimes get during the day) nor was it too cold. There was a bit of wind that picked up once and awhile, but it only passed as a light breeze, ruffling through Majid’s already unruly blonde hair. 

The night sky, or at least the part he could see, was lovely that evening too. Despite there being no moon in sight, the multitude of stars that he saw made up for its absence, putting even the finest of gems to shame in their brilliance. Majid was almost tempted to reach out and snatch a handful of them from the sky just to add them to his collection of wealth. Surely no diamond on Earth could compare to these glittering lights so far beyond his reach. He wondered how many constellations he might be able to hold within his grasp, how the celestial bodies would look scattered and eternally dancing between his fingers.

It must have been getting really late in the evening for him to have such sentimental thoughts. 

Unfortunately, his perfectly sentimental evening was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Majid lifted his head as much as he could from his place on the ground to see who it was. Upon catching a glimpse of sleek black hair pulled back into braids and a disapproving expression, he just as quickly lowered his head and shut his eyes. Darn. It was the vice dorm leader. He was definitely going to get scolded by him. 

The footsteps stopped a couple inches away from him and was followed by a sigh. “It’s you again. You do realize we have bedrooms back at our dorm, correct? Or perhaps you got ‘lost’ and ended up passing out from exhaustion again? That trick will only work once, Majid. It was troublesome to carry you back to the dorm, and Kaiden still complains of back problems to this day.”

‘Well, it wasn’t as if I asked him to carry me in the first place,’ Majid mentally protested, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe if he stayed still long enough, Jamil would give up and go away. That would be the best case scenario despite having to listen to his reprimands. Worst case scenario: Jamil somehow manages to convince him to get up by his own accord, but that was even more unlikely than the first option. Simply put, the odds seemed to be in Majid’s favor for the night.

“Then if it’s not that, could it be… ah, yes. You were waiting to stick your arm out the entrance mirror to scare students on the other side. As much as I respect your determination to wait until the morning to do so, I cannot condone such childish behavior. I’ll have no choice but to put you on dish duty for a week-”

Knowing how many parties Scarabia normally holds in a few days and feeling his arms already begin to ache, Majid shot up to a sitting position, casting a scornful glare at Jamil. “I only tried doing that once, okay? The rest of those times were just Amir and his stupid group of dumbass friends,” seethed Majid. 

Jamil, however, didn’t seem fazed by the younger boy’s irritation. In fact, he looked bored. A first year’s minor offenses were nothing compared to the shenanigans Kalim got up to. He placed a hand on his hip, slightly lifting up his chin as he noted, “Oh? Seems like you were awake after all. If that’s the case, why don’t you go back to your dorm room, Majid? With your own two legs of course.”

Majid’s expression soured at that last comment. So in the end, Jamil ruined his plans anyway. He even managed to get Majid to fake wake-up. How annoying.

But he wasn’t going to give up just yet. Majid laid back down in a childish act of rebellion. “I’m graciously sorry, Jamil-senpai, but I’d much rather prefer to stay out here for tonight. I promise I won’t pull any pranks with the mirror-”

“That I can’t allow,” Jamil immediately shot back, causing Majid’s brow to twitch. Well there goes his ‘be overly polite and maybe he’ll let you do whatever’ plan. “All members of Scarabia must follow their curfew to prevent any student from sneaking off to places they shouldn’t be in. Not only that, but you’re also a first year, so I can’t possibly trust your promise not to cause any trouble. Furthermore-”

“Aaaaa, I GET IT, I GET IT,” Majid groaned as he slowly sat back up. Geez, how did Kalim put up with this guy’s constant nagging? Majid felt if he spent even a second longer listening to Jamil that his head would explode. 

Actually… his head exploding seemed much more preferable than having to listen to his senior. He wondered if it was possible for one’s head to explode from constant nagging and what that would feel like if the moment ever came. 

Wait, no, he was getting off track.

Although he had been caught and pushed into a corner, Majid decided to try this again one last time, still refusing to stand up. He confronted Jamil with narrowed eyes. “Why are you even here in the first place? Shouldn’t you be following that all important curfew too?” he bitterly remarked.

“Of course. But since one of our first years decided to go on a late night stroll and leave one of their personal belongings behind in the lounge, it’s not as if I could,” responded Jamil. 

Personal belongings…? What could he possibly mean by that? It took a couple of seconds before Majid realized that his left arm felt lighter than usual. In a panic, he grabbed at his wrist and upon feeling only a beaded bracelet, he quickly got to his feet. He extended a hand towards Jamil, trying (and failing) to keep his countenance under control. “Please give it back, Jamil-senpai,” he requested in a steely tone.

Jamil studied Majid’s face carefully before folding his arms against his chest. Oh? What an interesting reaction. “Does that bracelet hold some sort of significance to you?” he inquired.

Majid’s face twisted and turned as he tried to think of what to say next. There was always the option of lying, but he wasn’t exactly fond of that. Plus, he had already shown too much emotion to hide anything now. But to tell Jamil the truth wouldn’t give him much of an advantage either…

The junior grit his teeth, agonizing over these options before stiffly bowing to his senior. “...Please give it back. I promise I won’t come out here again after curfew,” muttered Majid, his words just barely audible as they left his mouth.

Unfortunately, Jamil remained unmoved. “You didn’t answer my question, Majid. Is this bracelet important to you or not? We don’t have all night.”

“...”

“Glaring at me like that isn’t going to help.”

Sighing, Majid closed his eyes and irritably ran a hand through his hair. So there goes the good ol’ intimidation tactic. Now what? Refusing to explain wasn’t getting him anywhere. His hand found its way to the back of his neck, gripping at the hair that grew around there as he worked his brain to the max. Well, there was always the option of using magic, but starting a fight against the vice dorm leader seemed like a bad idea. Physically knocking him out would be even worse. 

If only he hadn’t panicked when it was first brought up!

“It’s… important to me, yes,” was what Majid decided to answer with, speaking as vague as he could possibly be. 

“Hmmm… I see…” Jamil mused, bringing one of his arms in front of him as if checking the time.

But Majid had never seen him wear a watch before. His eyes widened when he recognized the familiar golden glint of the scarab beetle bracelet around Jamil’s wrist. When did he-?!

Majid almost felt his heart leap out of his throat as he watched his fingers alight upon the two separate halves of the beetle. There was a strange expression on Jamil’s face as he did this. A mixture of disgust and curiosity. “I could have sworn this beetle was whole before. Did I break it or…?”

Seeing him begin to slide the halves toward each other, Majid instinctively lunged at him with an outstretched hand. “WAIT-”

The scarab beetle’s parts came together with a satisfying click of the metal. The entire bracelet began to glow with an intense golden light, and the little beetle beat its wings twice, as if preparing for lift-off, before Majid promptly dissolved into a flurry of sand. 

It took much too long for Jamil to register what just happened. For a good chunk of that time, he thought he had killed Majid and genuinely worried over how he was going to explain this to the headmaster. To say that he was just messing around with some bracelet and somehow ended up murdering his junior in the process probably wouldn’t be a sufficient explanation. There was no body to recover either.

Trying to keep calm, Jamil looked back down at the bracelet. Ah. The scarab beetle had come apart again. He placed his fingers upon the two halves once more. “Maybe if I do this again-”

He was quickly startled out of his thoughts upon hearing a raspy “NO” followed by a series of dry coughs. 

Jamil turned to see Majid kneeling on the ground behind him, his hand gripping at his chest while he continued to cough, hacking up some sand from his throat as he did so. This caused the former to look upon the scene with alarm. “Are you alright?! Did the sand make its way into your lungs? I’ll call for Kaiden to take you over to the infirmary-”

“NOT KAIDEN.” Majid looked up at Jamil with a scowl and a hand twisting even harder at the fabric of his shirt. Anybody but Kaiden. “I’m fine. Just swallowed some sand when I shouted at you earlier. It tasted awful, but I’ll live,” he grumbled.

After making sure that he was mostly okay, Jamil relaxed his shoulders. Ah, good. He didn’t kill him.

But what exactly happened at that moment?!

“Majid, do you have an explanation for this?” he asked, gesturing to the bracelet around his wrist. Seeing him begin to say “no”, Jamil placed his hand on the beetle once more. “If you refuse to explain, I’ll continue to do whatever… this is, “ he added.

This caused Majid to shut up and actually try to come up with a better response. A full minute passed until he finally decided to tell the whole truth.

“I’m cursed.”

“... Come again?”

“It’s not that serious, it’s just…” Majid gave a pained expression, seeming as if he really, really didn’t want to talk about it, before letting out a heavy sigh and standing up. “When I helped out this one guy, he gave me that bracelet along with a couple of other things as payment. Turns out by doing so, he passed both the ownership and the curse that it carried onto me. Whenever you join the two parts like that, I teleport to whoever’s holding the bracelet,” he explained.

“Then the reason it’s whole when it’s with you..”

“Well, I can’t teleport to myself, can I?”

“Of course.” Jamil examined the bracelet more closely, twisting and turning the bangle in the light of the pavilion. The metal was in stunningly perfect condition, showing no scratches, dents, or anything else that would indicate wear and tear. “Did this happen recently?”

“It was… six years ago, I think? Around when I was ten or eleven.”

“Seriously?” Jamil muttered to himself, now removing his hand from the bracelet in an almost fearful astonishment. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought of it as new. It seemed way too unlikely for Majid, whose dorm room floor was littered with similar pieces of jewelry, would have been able to maintain such a flawless condition for the item over the years. This must have been an effect of the curse.

His suspicions were confirmed when Majid spoke up again, noticing how much attention Jamil was giving to his bracelet. “I tried getting rid of it at first. Burning it, throwing it away in the garbage. But then some dumb kid got ahold of it while he was digging through the trash and accidentally summoned me. Had to punch him to get it back. Ah, but we were both kids when that happened, so it wasn’t as bad as it sounds.”

“...Yes, of course,” replied Jamil after a moment of hesitation. He looked over at Majid to see how he was feeling about all of this. Compared to before, the boy seemed unnervingly unconcerned when talking about this part of his past. With his hands casually placed in his pants pockets and a glazed look in his eyes, any outsider could have thought they were talking about the weather rather than a potentially dangerous object. “You seem awfully calm for someone who’s cursed.”

He received a shrug in response. “Like I said, it’s not that serious. The only reason I freaked out so much at first was because I didn’t want you to get any weird ideas about it, but I guess we’re past that now. Besides, it’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Anyway-” Majid reached out his hand with his palm facing upward. “That’s why I keep it with me at all times. Can I have it back now? You know what it does, so it can’t be that useful to you-”

“No, I believe that I can think of some use for this, though.”

“WHAT.”

Jamil smiled at Majid, sending a chill down the latter’s spine. This guy… There was no warmth in his expression. So he really did come up with some weird ideas after all. “This is still your bracelet, so the curse won’t transfer to me, correct?”

Although Majid didn’t quite understand where he was going with this, he nodded in response. “Yeah, but does that mean you’ll give it to me?” he asked.

“No.”

“But you said-!”

“Not yet anyway. I won’t claim ownership over this; I’ll simply borrow it for a while.”

Narrowed eyes. “And how long is ‘a while’?”

Jamil pretended not to hear his question and continued to prattle on. “I’ll allow you one benefit, though. You can stay out here provided that you watch for any intruders and immediately report back to me. After all, this bracelet makes tracking your movements much easier.”

“Intruders?” echoed Majid.

“Thieves, for example. Or assassins.”

“Assassins?! At school? I can understand keeping out guys from other dorms, but isn’t that too extreme?” As soon as these words left his mouth, something else clicked in his head. Scarabia was a dorm known for its resourceful attitude and, even more notably, its wealth. This wealth was provided by none other than the famed heir to the Al-Asim family: Kalim Al-Asim. Considering how generously the boy distributed his riches, it wouldn’t have been hard to get to it, so murder was unnecessary. No, the only thing more valuable than the wealth itself was-

“Is this about Prefect Kalim? Do you really think things will ever get that bad?”

There was a beat of silence before Jamil responded, his hand moving to rest on his chest. “Kalim is the eldest son of a multi-billionaire household; it would only be foolish to assume nothing bad could ever befall upon him, especially at this point. My family has served his for many generations, so it is my duty to keep him safe at all costs. That is all.”

Majid didn’t say much after that, simply agreeing to the rest of Jamil’s terms before walking back to his dorm room for the night. This silence could have been mistaken as a sign of him finally becoming obedient or perhaps moved by Jamil’s loyalty.

However, it was quite the contrary.

Unbeknownst to his senior, he had used his unique magic on Jamil as he was speaking about Kalim. Majid’s Measure of Worth had given him insight into what the vice dorm leader was truly thinking in some notions. As far as Majid could tell, Jamil was telling the truth about his duties and his responsibility for Kalim.

But his intentions were a different story. There was a brewing resentment in Jamil’s carefully chosen words. It wasn’t the first time Majid had felt Jamil’s utter frustration with the dorm leader (really, any normal person would have picked up on it as well), but he hadn’t realized how deep it had truly become.

And it wasn’t pure malice that solely ran through Jamil’s veins either. There was a surprising amount of conflict going on within him, almost as if there was something far greater than basic etiquette and ingrained responsibility that held him back. 

For now the boy’s feelings lay coiled like a sleeping viper deep inside its den. When he would finally come out and strike, however, was a day he hoped would never come.

[tirednerd2012]

What if Kirk manages to get inside the Lightfoot house in the middle of the night when everyone is sleeping? He makes it to Ian's room, and he ties him to his bed and gags him so that he can't call for help or make noise, since Barley's room is right below his. Kirk wants to spend the next few hours hurting Ian, the gag muffling his screams, so that he can leave him that way in the morning for his brother to find, and as a message to Barley that Ian isn't safe anywhere.

TOURTURE MENTIONED. READ WITH CAUTION. It's starting to get real, guys.

It had been two weeks since Kirk kidnapped Ian, but things still hadn't calmed down. He still woke up in the dead of the night, but last week he stopped going into Barley's room every time he had a nightmare. He hated seeing the exhaustion and worry in his brother's eyes, the way he knew Barley was blaming himself and there was nothing anyone could say or do to convince him it wasn't his fault.

Ian didn't blame Barley. He blamed Kirk. He blamed Drew. While he was terrified of Kirk, he couldn't help but feel a little thankful this one hadn't hurt Barley the way Drew did.

As time went on, Ian started remembering more of what happened that night. He remembered Kirk going to his bedroom. Before Ian could do anything, Kirk put a rag with chloroform to the Lightfoot's face and held him down until his body went limp. He woke up during the drive and tried to escape, but Kirk simply grabbed a fistful of his hair and busted his head against the window.

Ian shuttered at the memory and looked around in his dark room. Barley was right downstairs. If he needed him, all he had to do was yell, right?

Ian hugged his pillow a little tighter and tried to sleep. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, and after about an hour, sleep took him captive and provided an escape from his horrible reality.

Until Ian woke up to someone with their hand on his mouth and a knife to his neck. He felt the cool metal and then whoever it was jerked him back to where he was laying on his back. He looked up and saw Kirk.

His heart skipped a beat and he went to scream, but Kirk pressed his finger against his lips and the knife got a little closer.

"If you scream, not only will I kill you, but I'm going to kill your mom and brother and I'll keep you alive long enough to watch," he said. "Nod if you understand."

Ian did. While he was completely petrified about what was about to happen to him, he didn't want anything to happen to his family. He remained silent as Kirk lifted his hand, only to put a gag in his mouth and then duct taped his mouth.

Ian struggled against the boy when he started duct taping him to his own bed, but Kirk was on top of him and refused to move. He managed to hold Ian in place pretty easily and then tied the rest of his limbs to his bed.

"Good, now that the hard part is over," he said with a smile as he brought out some things and laid them on Ian's desk to where he couldn't see, "let's get started."

He first cut Ian's shirt off and then ran the knife across his stomach to the tip of his neck, but didn't cut him. Ian tried to control his breathing and prevent the tears from spilling as Kirk seemed to contemplate what he wanted to do first.

Barley, Mom, someone, please wake up right now, he couldn't help but think. If Barley woke up, Kirk wouldn't stand a chance. He would be livid at the sight of Ian and surely be able to help.

Kirk knew that. It's why he never faced Barley. Ian reminded himself that Kirk was nothing but a coward.

Kirk smiled and brought out what looked like a pen and brought it to Ian's stomach and shocked him. The small taser burnt his skin and Ian felt the tears pour down his face as he continued to struggle against the bonds that held him to his bed. He continued to use it all across Ian's body, on his arms and legs and stomach, twice on the neck. Ian's body felt like it was on fire. His insides were screaming and he wasn't sure how much electricity it would take so he wouldn't feel like he was being burned alive.

"This is just the beginning, Ian. I'll take you somewhere else and trust me, you'll grow to miss this," Kirk said and started to pet Ian's hair. It wasn't like when Barley comforted him. Barley's affection was nice and safe. It was his way of telling his brother he loved him.

Kirk's was to mock Ian. To let him know he had no control over the situation. He couldn't move, fight back or even scream for help. His family was asleep downstairs, completely unaware of the horror that was happening.

The older boy walked away for a moment to light a cigarette. He puffed and then pressed the end against Ian's skin. He did this repeatedly, like he was writing something on Ian's arm. Ian's muffled screams barely filled the room and Kirk wiped away some of the tears from his cheek.

"So much for an older brother who would do anything for you, huh, Ian? I mean, he is right downstairs and I'm right here," Kirk said, and then started playing with his hair again. "You're not safe, Ian. You'll never be safe from me. And we are still only in round one. How can you possibly hope to fight me?"

Ian struggled against the duct tape as Kirk brought out his lighter and started burning Ian's arms and legs. He screamed and cried, but nothing would come out. Kirk put his hands around his throat and choked him just until he didn't lose consciousness and then beat him with his fists.

Ian looked up with a blurred vision and a pounding head and saw his body broken and bloody with burn and shock marks everywhere. His head fell back against his pillow and Kirk sat beside him.

"I think that's enough for one night. I just want you to know I have your new home nice and ready for you. Barley can't save you, Ian. No one can save you from me. You're going to be mine very soon and this is child's play compared to what's coming for you," he said.

He got up and started packing his things.

"I'll leave you like this so Barley can find you," Kirk said, but in Ian's head the words started to slur together and he could hardly understand anything. Kirk said goodbye, but Ian could have sworn he heard him say Luke instead of his own name.

Everything darkened.

Barley woke up the next morning and got dressed without much thought. His mind was still racing with ideas on what to do about Kirk and last night was the first time in awhile he decided he just needed to sleep.

He went in the kitchen and saw his mom making breakfast.

"Morning, Mom," he said and then kissed her cheek and hugged her.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said. Barley noticed lately his mother's hugs were a lot tighter, but he decided not to mention it in fear of upsetting her. "Hey, can you get Ian out of bed for me? I'm almost done here."

"Sure," he said and then went up to his brother's room. He realized halfway up the stairs that Ian didn't stop by his room last night, which would make it a full week since. Barley wasn't sure if it was because Ian's nightmares were easing, which he doubted, or if Ian just didn't want to worry him, which seemed much more probable.

He opened the door and cried out when he saw Ian. His brother was tied and gagged with duct tape to his bed, with burn marks all across his body. He ran towards Ian and got him free, hating how his brother cried out with the duct tape being removed from his skin.

"Ian!" he cried and the moment Ian was free he threw his arms around Barley and sobbed.

"Kirk. He was here last night," he explained in between his sobs and hyperventilation. Barley held his brother closer in his arms and saw that a burn mark on his arm was branded to say K. It looked like a cigarette burn, but Barley wasn't sure.

Kirk was here. Right above where Barley slept. Yet he didn't hear anything. It wasn't safe for Ian to be here. He needed to find somewhere else. They had to leave home.

Barley couldn't let Kirk win. Not like this and he sure as hell wasn't going to go down without a fight.