#makes space for me to get into my fuck boi behavior elsewhere without as much desperation lol

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

@amyslunaticasylum

I cannot emphasize enough that the stuff I end up saying on this blog is such a small portion of what my wife has to deal with me saying around the house. The fun part of being slightly psychotic (diagnosed) and also largely unable to think in your head is all the wild ass things you think usually just come out before you realize that you're vocalizing, and with a little bit of performance energy you can basically just convince everyone that you're just very interesting and fun to be around. Sometimes we'll be watching tv and wifey will comment on the characters and my response will be so deranged that she'll drag me on her twitter before god and everyone, and other times she's just like "no, you know what, i did know from the start that i was putting my strap in crazy when we met, i really can't blame anyone else for this" so that probably covers "unhinged"

As far as "kinda hot" goes, well.

There's a reason wifey has to be REMINDED not to stick her strap in crazy, and I have to assume it has something to do with the fact that my favorite game to play in bed is "how many times in a row can I make you come before you black out?"

Turns out the answer is "single digits".

I think it's very funny that my gender is "leather and topsoil" and my sexuality is "fuck me like you want me dead" and the outcome of this has been a littany of deeply toxic girlfriends, one boytoy who was unfortunately a very gentle lover, and my wife who likes to get facefucked while high.

Realistically, I can't be trusted to date, and it's probably a good thing I got wifey tied down when I did.

[h0p3l3ssromantic]

Go Live pt 2

✨Masterlist coming soon✨

This is a work of fiction intended for readers 18 years of age and over

Please do not translate and/or post my work here or elsewhere without permission

A/n: I wasn’t planning on a part 2 to this but I fear it may become a regular series with each Hyune live. He has me in a trance, a daze, I’m down for Hwang Hyunjin and I never want to get up. Let me know if you would like these post his lives, smooches💋

“Okay fine, but don't say a word. Sit over there and don't make so much as a sound, is that clear, princess” he says, gripping your wrists and that dark look in his eyes. 

“Y-yes i won't make a sound, i promise” you replied after begging him to sit in on his live, this time just wanted to be in his space, no ulterior motive. At least that was the case for you, you hadn't seen the twisted smirk on hyune’s face as he turned away from you. He was the one with ulterior motives. It was now your turn to watch in agony as orchestrated what could only be described afterwards, as pure fucking chaos. 

You take your place in the comfy chair out of view of the camera, obeying. Thinking how the hell you convinced div1 to let you come with the boys to kcon. A lot of begging on your end and you're sure Hyune had something to do with it as well. Anyways, you didn't care, you were going to be on your best behavior, following every rule given to you…that is until Hyune starts his shit. 

About 20 minutes into the live, he texts you...1 attachment

A picture of himself, shirtless. Making you both glance at each other and smirk. 

You respond “what the hell are you up to Hwang Hyunjin??” 

No reply. 

10 minutes later, another picture, this time it's of you sucking his thumb, taken the night before the flight here. “Look under the table baby”

Don't you dare look under that table. But the sheer curiosity was burning like a hot flame in the pit of your stomach. The same place where you needed to be filled up.

Getting warmer by the second, you slide down from the chair to the floor. Dropping to your knees where you now have a view under the table…while he sits there on live, talking and laughing with stay, they don't know the antics he is up to with you, and they damn sure don't know that at this very second, Hyune currently has his pants pulled down just enough to free his dick from its confines, slowly stroking himself.

*ding* you receive another text, snapping you out of your greedy stare

This time he’s sent a video and your heart drops. You were trying. Trying to be obedient. Trying to be quiet. Trying to let him have his way tonight. He would get that anyway You were trying to be good…but as you pressed played on that fucking video, you stopped breathing for a moment, eyes widened and immediately sinking low with lust. 

You watch yourself being, fucked would be an understatement, more like ruined. Torn apart. Sat down with your legs wide open, tied open. While Hyune repeatedly abuses your clit, swiping over it in quick back and forth motions. The friction mixed with your pussy juices creating the most god forsaken sounds, one orgasm after another. Finally the video ends with you having visibly one of your hardest orgasms you have ever had, squirting everywhere, the towels placed are practically useless. You would thank him for capturing this moment but right now you were so horny it would make a succubus jealous. 

Looking back up at Hyune, he has stopped touching himself, looking completely unphased, with that stupid smirk on his phase you are now determined to wipe off his smug, menacing…cute…perfect little- fuck stay focused, stay focused

In true y/n fashion, you disregard his instructions. Crawling over to him, making your way under the table. You would not be listening to him today. Or any day for that matter. Until he puts you in your place, you run things around here and you always take what you want. 

You glide your hands up his legs, kissing quietly where your hands would soon after travel. Taking his dick in your hands, causing his breath to hitch as he stopped moving. 

She never fucking listens

Taking the entire length of him in your mouth ever so gently so as to not make a single sound.

You hear Hyune countdown the seconds on the screen until the live ends, and once it's over you attempt to take him out of your mouth. But you’re stopped by Hyune

“you know something princess, you think you run shit around here don't you?” he says as he bends down to you, giving you a tap on your cheek where the tip of his dick is now protruding. A rhetorical question, needing no answer. One hand grabbing the back of your head, the other on your chin as he forces himself down your throat. While you loved trying new things sexually with Hyune, you never deepthroated him, never had him so far down your throat. Before you could register the next thought, he pulls your hair bringing you up for some needed air. 

Bringing his palm up to your cheek with a rough love smack, “you dont make the rules around here, and you couldnt follow an instruction if it stared you in the fucking face. Open” 

Opening your mouth immediately, you have never felt so exhilarating. So wet. So needy for whatever the fuck was happening rn. He shoves his dick down your throat once more, pulling you by the hair, bringing your nose to his pelvis. You have never felt so full, so used, so breathless…literally. You couldn't breathe, your gag reflex working overtime and your eyes started fluttering. You manage to look up at him as tears begin to fall from your eyes. But he didnt care. You like that he didn't care. Putting you in your place after all. 

After cumming down your throat, pulling you off of him, there's so much spit, saliva and cum, it soaked the both of you. Gasping for air as you lay your head on the wet area, he grabs your face and pulls you up to kiss you. 

“See what happens to girls that dont listen baby?”

“Y-yes im *deep breath* i'm sorry daddy i’ll listen i prom- promise”

But you had listened. He never told you not to touch him, or move. He told you not to make a sound. And you hadn't. You’ll let him have this one, you’re too gone to protest. But you’ll be the one righting that wrong next time. The next time he goes live.

A/n: to everyone who comes across my page and likes or reblogs or comments, thank you. I’ve been here for almost a month and have received so much love. Thank you for being here, smooches💋

I think about Hyunjin everyday all day. I love him bad😔

[hockeyboysimagines]

All good boys go to Heaven but bad boys bring Heaven to you

Chapter 6

Warnings: language, sex, a fist fight, (tw) stalking, lots of angst, and some fluff.

Sorry it’s taken so long. I’ve been trying to get Say it to me softly out, and now it’s finished so this will be updated more regularly. This is a very appropriate gif for this chapter. Stay tuned💕

“Chucky watch out!” Matt turned just as a puck cracked off the side of his helmet and sent him tumbling to the ice. He hadn’t been paying attention during practice, instead thinking all the ‘not sleeping’ he had done the night before. He could hear Noah and Johnny laughing as they skated over and helped him up. He deserved that one.

“Dude you gotta pay attention. What’s going on in there today space cadet?”

He wanted nothing more than to tell them. He was not only thinking about Hallie, but also about the mysterious flowers that had obviously rattled her. So he went with amended version of the truth.

“We’ll actually.” He turned to Noah and leaned on his stick “Has Hallie ever mentioned like a bad boyfriend or anything?”

Noah looked at the ceiling and chewed on his lip for a moment before he shook his head “I don’t think so, not to me anyway. Why?”

He chose his words carefully, keeping his expression cool “Well I showed up at her place yesterday and made her have dinner with me, and while I was there she said she got flowers and she assumed they were from me. But I didn’t send her any, and she got all fucking weird about it.”

“Was there a card?”

He shook his head “No but she was definitely upset. I offered to stay but she said it was fine.”

Johnny rolled his eyes and gave him a shove “Of course you did.”

“I can ask Carly if you want. They tell eachother everything.”

“No it’s okay. I don’t wanna invade her privacy or anything. Just seemed weird to me.”

They went back to running drills but his mind was still elsewhere. The more he thought about it the more her behavior bothered him. She had seemed upset, anxious, and scared and the whole thing had rubbed him the wrong way. He didn’t want to get involved in her business but it was really bothering him.

*******

“Come on Hal we’re going to be late.” Carly complained as Hallie shoved her feet into her shoes. She locked the door behind her and dig around in her bag as they took the elevator and exited her building towards the parking lot.

As they walked through the parking lot, she was still digging for her keys when she felt Carly’s hand on her arm forcing her to stop.

“Hal?”

Hallie looked up and felt the blood feeeze in her veins. Rose petals littered her car, moving very gently in the breeze. She took a step backwards turning her head this way and that but the parking lot was empty. She turned slowly towards Carly who was looking at her alarmed.

She began to shake, eyes filling with tears. She thought when she came here this would be over, that she could finally be free and not live her life looking over her shoulder. But she was wrong.

“He found me.”

**********

“Hal? It’s me open the door.” Matt said knocking. He hadn’t heard from her all day, and was starting to get worried when Carly told him she was sick, but was them confused when she texted him and told him to come over. He heard her shuffle around on the other side of the door before she eased it open, big eyes peering at him through the crack.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, come in. Hurry up.”

She yanked him inside and clicked the lock as she shut the door. He frowned at her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine why?” She breezed past him to pick up her buzzing phone on the counter. As she read the message the color in her face drained.

“Something wrong?”

Hallie stuffed her phone in her pocket and shook her head not meeting his eye.

“No why?”

He shrugged “ you just got super weird when your phone went off that’s all.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You did but it’s none of my business.”

“Your right. It’s not.”

“Maybe I should just go.”

“No!” She grabbed his arm holding him in place “I-I mean sorry. I just had a long day is all. Stay please?” She looked uncomfortable asking him, but there was another emotion he couldn’t identify. Whatever it was, it was convincing.

“I got your mail by the way.” He said setting several white envelopes and a large Manila one down on the counter, and walking from the kitchen to the bathroom. He needed a shower, and went to rummage through the collection of clothing he had accumulated. He had hoped by pulling his shirt off and walking back past the kitchen he could entice Hallie to come shower with him but he found her standing with her back to him, looking at an article of mail in her hand. He could see her trembling from where he stood.

She had opened the large envelope first, noticing it had no return address, but felt bulky and heavy. She felt goosebumps bloom across her skin as a stack of photos slid out and she looked through them. There were dozens, her walking to work, out with friends, her and Matthew. Each photo got progressively closer and some had foul crude writing on them. Mattys face was crossed out on several of them and a few were ripped in half.

“Hallie?”

Matt was standing in the middle of the room, shirtless looking at her, concerned. She thought for a minute about hiding them but she knew that there would be no point. She held the photos out to him and he took them, frowning. His eyebrows furrowed as he shuffled through them.

“What-what is this?” He looked mad now, eyes burning. His knuckles were white as he gripped them ”Who took these?”

She took a deep breath “ His name is Ryan. I dated him for a few months before I moved here, to get away from him. He started stalking me, saying we were meant to be and he couldn’t live without me. I thought I got away from him but he found me. He left roses on my car this morning. And he texted me just now.”

“How long has this been going on?”

She looked down “A few days. That’s where the flowers came from the other day. And I got a weird phone call at my office last week. -“

“A few days? And your just telling me this now?”

“I’m sorry. I thought he would just go away. I was wrong.”

Yeah I’d say you were. We need to go to the police.”

“I already have. They can’t do anything about it. Besides he’s just trying to scare me.”

“ And what happens when that’s not enough for him anymore? What happens then? If you think this creep is going to be content to watch you forever, your wrong. He’s going to hurt you.”

“I know I’m-I’m sorry.”

“That’s it. I’m moving in here.”

“What?! No!”

“It’s not up for discussion. Till this guy goes away I’m staying here.”

She wanted to be annoyed, but in all honesty she was relieved. She felt safe with him in the apartment, and it felt good to get this off her chest.

“And what are we going to tell our friends?”

“Would it be so bad if they just knew about us? I mean really Hal. Your starting to make me feel like I’m just a good lay and that’s the only reason you keep me around.”

She looked hurt for a minute and her expression softened “Matty. I’m sorry.” She put a hand on his arm and rugged him closer “I never meant to make you feel that way. I’m just scared okay. Of this, of Ryan of everything. We will talk about this, but give me some time.”

He pursed his lips for a minute before he nodded.

“Okay. That’s fair.”

She squeezed his arm before wrapping her own around him, her head resting on his chest near his heart. He was so big and safe, any worry she had about Ryan out the window, as she stood listen to his heart beating through his shirt.

She had lived by herself for so long it was weird having a roommate. Especially one who walked around mostly shirtless and slept in her bed. She learned a lot about him in the following days. She learned how incredibly sweet he was, and how much he loved his mom and his sister. She learned he slept on the left side of the bed, that he never had a dog growing up, and that he was not the pest that everyone saw on the ice. She learned that he loved to dance, and they had spent much time slow dancing in her kitchen, and that he could talk about everything and anything late at night. His voice, which had annoyed the hell out of her just a few months ago, now soothed her every time she heard it. She liked seeing him smile at her across the table, or next to her while they brushed teeth, and his presence had become a comfort that she never knew she needed. She had fallen hard for Matthew Tkachuk, just like she knew she would.

One particular rainy Sunday morning she had woken up to his big rough hands barely brushing the bare skin of her back. She rolled over eyes still closed, lips immediately finding his in the dim light of her bedroom. He kissed her deeply, lips moving slowly, tongue pushing inside her mouth. There was already minimal clothing on, so it didn’t take long before he was pushing inside her. She let out a breath, eyes closing slowly. Each time was more enthralling than the last time. He moved slowly, lazily hot breath on her neck. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair. She could her the dull pounding of rain hitting her window, the thick grey clouds making the room dim. But she could see those eyes burning into her own, as he moved above her, curls falling into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her heavily, as his pushes became faster until he let out a ragged breath as she tensed around him, her own high coming with his.

“Can we stay in bed all day and do that again?”

Before she could answer she heard her front door open and then close. Panic rose in her throat as Matt jumped off the bed, yanking a pair of gym shorts on and banged the bedroom door open. He couldn’t believe this creep was bold enough to come into her apartment in broad daylight, but he was going to kill him before he got the chance to ever do it again.

“Matty wait!” She whispered pulling a T-shirt over her head as she hurried out behind him. To her horror it was not Ryan in her kitchen, but Noah and Carly standing there with wide eyes and open mouths.

“What the hell?” Noah said, eyebrows raised so far up his forehead they were in danger of disappearing into his hairline.

Hallies face had bypassed Red and turned Maroon as she shrank down behind him under Carly’s glare.

“Are you two serious right now?” She asked hands on her hips, looking between them.

“How long has this been going on?” Noah asked. He too was frowning, arms crossed. He knew something was up, and they had become even more suspicious when Hallie started being magically busy the past few weeks, coupled with Matthew being notably absent and coming and going at all hours. They had never though thought in a million years they would find them shacked up together in Hallies apartment.

Matthew took a deep breath and turned to look at her before looking back at their friends “Since that weekend at the lake.”

Carly sucked in a loud breath, eyes huge. She sputtered for a few moments, words completely escaping her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked after a few moments. She looked hurt. Hallie had wanted to tell her so bad, but she didn’t want to say it out loud. She was so scared that she had even let him in, but now to tell everyone else? That was terrifying.

“Let’s talk about this another time yeah?” Noah said, giving Carly’s arm a gentle squeeze.

“No.” Matt said “Let’s talk about it now. We didn’t tell you guys because we didn’t really know what to say. I honestly still don’t know what this is.”

“But there’s something else too.” Hallie reached behind her to pick up the envelope full of photos and handed them to Carly. She looked alarmed as she pulled them out, face turning white.

“Hallie.” She whispered.

“What the fuck?” Noah said, grabbing a few photos from Carly’s hand, and looking at both of them clearly confused.

“Sit down.” Matt said, patting the counter and walking to the fridge to pull out the liquor “We’ll tell you everything.”

And they did. They started with the lake house and went from there. Hallie and Carly walked Noah and Matt through the details on what had happened with Ryan and how they had come to Calgary to get away from him. Noah was so angry about the stalking, and the fact that she had kept it from them, he gave her a very stern talking to.

“This creep could have hurt you. Both of you.” He said glaring at Carly as well “We can’t keep you safe if we don’t know what we’re trying to keep you safe from.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” Carly said giving his hand a squeeze.

“Now that we’re all in the loop I think we can agree that you two can’t go places alone for right now.” Matt said rubbing his chin “It’s just the way it is. Until this guy goes away or does something to get arrested for it has to be this way. When we have away games you two have some kind of sleepover or something. Have Jay come too.”

Carly giggled “I don’t really see Jay taking down an intruder, but safety in numbers right.” They laughed and the mood seemed to change. They decided to order takeout, and Hallie realized how much better she felt not keeping secrets. To finally have her and Matt out there in the open felt good, and natural.

After Noah and Carly left, it was just them in her apartment. He was smiling at her, a smile she hadn’t seen before. He walked very slowly towards her, eyes burning into her own.

“Thank you.” He said coming to a stop in front of her, hands resting on her shoulders.

“For?”

“For telling our friends. I know it wasn’t easy, and I know you didn’t want to, and I know your not my girlfriend or anything but thank you.”

“You haven’t actually asked me to be your girlfriend.”

He shrugged “I’m not really in the market for a relationship right now so.”

She gaped at him till he burst out laughing and swept her up, carrying her down the hallway towards her bedroom.

“Come on. Let’s go do boyfriend girlfriend stuff.”

********

As news of their new relationship spread, Matthews performance on the ice skyrocketed. He was having a great season, exploding on the ice and making headlines every game. He was still a pest, and that would probably never change, but he found himself playing with a confidence he didn’t know he had.

Plus it was an added bonus to look up and see Hallie sitting in the stands, looking so damn good with his name across her back. She was a steady constant in his life, and he found that having a real relationship was better than any hookup.

After one particularly physical game, Hallie waited nervously in the hallways outside the dressing room. Noah exited followed by Johnny and came over dropping a kiss on Carly’s cheek and turning to Hallie with a smile. Johnny gave her a gentle bump on the shoulder and grinned when he saw her expression.

“He’ll be out in a second.”

She peeked our from behind Him, as the door banged open and Matt came through the doors of the locker room, wet curls falling around his face with a casual elegance, cheeks pink, tie loosened around his neck. His eyes searched around the room till they landed on her and he smiled.

That damn smile.

He accepted a few pats on the back from his teammates as he made his way over to her, and stopped a few feet in front of her. She looked him over not noticing any injuries or blood and he held his arms out wide.

“ I’m fine Hallie. “

She breathed an audible sigh of relief and fell gratefully into his arms. He was so big and warm and she closed her eyes and breathed him in.

Watching Him fight had been a confusing expression to say the least. She had seen videos of it on YouTube but watching it happen live was completely different than through the tv screen. It was horrible because he was her boyfriend and she didn’t want him to get hurt, but it was enthralling to watch him throw his 6”2 frame around with such confidence on the ice. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him or smack him and the whole experience had left her emotionally drained.

They made idle chatter as they made their way out of the SaddleDome and into the parking garage, making plans to get together with some other guys from the team the following evening.

Once they were buckled in the car he turned to find her already staring at him.

“What?”

Her eyes were squinted and her head was turned to the side and like a flash of lightning she had hopped from the passenger seat to the back. He wasted no time following her, as they hurriedly pulled at whatever clothing was necessary to come off. She tugged the zipper of his suit pants down, and hiked up her skirt. She was dressed for work, having come to the game right from there with no time to change. She motioned for him to sit but he shook his head and leaned her back against the backseat, coming in between her legs. She settled in, opening her legs. His eyes bugged as he watched her pull the skirt up to reveal she wasn’t wearing stocking, but black thigh highs, and no underwear.

“Hal.” He breathed as she pulled his suit pants down enough and guided him towards her entrance. Her eyes closed and she arched back against the seat at the sensation of him pushing inside of her. He pushed again, adrenaline pumping through him as he quickened his pace, pushing deeper with each thrust.

“Matty.” She breathed, pulling his face to hers so she could kiss him. She fisted his dress shirt in her hands, as she pushed her tongue inside his mouth kissing him sloppily. Her legs began to ache as his pushed became erratic, and she came, him following shortly after. They say breathing heavily for a few minutes before he pulled out of her and sat next to her, situating his suit pants and turning to her. She smiled tiredly at him, eyes closing as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“Take me home.”

********

Hallie felt a twinge of annoyance at the way the girl was so obviously flirting with him and he was doing nothing to stop her. After a long night and a lot of sex, Hallie was overly tired and hadn’t really been in the mood to go out at all. She only had because she promised Carly she would. Matthew had gone to the bar to get a drink and was immediately approached By some bimbo in a short skirt, and that was all it took to bring Hallies mood down even more than it already was.

“Relax Hal.” Carly warned. She could feel an angry heat creep up her neck as she watched him smile at the girl, way to friendly for a guy who had a ‘girlfriend.” She angrily slugged the rest of her drink before setting it down loudly on the table.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” She said stand up and storming towards the ladies room sign, glaring at the back of the girls head who was flirting with her boyfriend.

She burst through the door, startling several girls who were fixing their makeup and blinked away angry tears while she went pee. Who did he think he was? They finally tell their friends the truth and here he was laughing and smiling with some random girl in the bar.

When she exited the bathroom she felt a hand on her arm. She turned ready to chew Matt out, when she realized the hand wasn’t his. She froze. It felt like someone was pouring maple syrup over head, and it was trickling down her body suffocating her as she came face to face with Ryan.

“Hi Hallie. I’ve missed you.”

“Get away from me Ryan.”

“I’m sorry about the photos, it was the only way I knew to get a hold of you after you blocked my phone number.”

“And what about the flowers on my car? How did you find my apartment?”

“I just know that you really love pink roses.”

“How did you find my house?”

He took a step forward and backed her further into the corner. Carly had noticed the exchange from across the bar and stood suddenly knocking her stool back and startling Noah. Matt turned from the conversation he was having to look at her as she jumped over the stool.

“That’s Ryan.”

As Hallie tried to maneuver around Ryan he grabbed her arm.

“Hallie please talk to me.” As she tried to pull away there was a commotion and Ryan’s face went white, a look of terror flashing across it. She turned just in time for a fist to come flying over her shoulder and connect solidly with Ryan’s face.

“Matty no!” She tried to grab on to the back of his T-shirt as he surged forward, punching Ryan again. He was so much bigger than her and she struggled nearly falling forward, until Noah appeared and grabbed Matt around the middle hauling him backwards. Johnny was standing looking at the scene with his mouth open and Carly was attempting to help Noah pull Matt towards towards the entrance. Hallie bit back tears and gave Ryan once last glance before she followed her friends out of the bar.

She burst through the door of her apartment not checking to see if he was behind her or not. She was so angry at him for what he had done she didn’t even want to look at him.

“Look I’m sorry okay?” He said leaning against the doorframe. The cut above his eyebrow had stopped bleeding and he was flexing his fingers, bruises beginning to bloom across his knuckles. “I just. When I saw that guy grab you like that, I don’t know. I just reacted” He looked at his hand and sighed “ it’s cuz I fucking love you okay?”

“You have to stop punching first and asking questions later. You almost punched me in the face!”

“I would never punch you in face Hal-“

“Your fist was two inches from hitting me.”

He looked at his feet embarrassed before she continued.

“And don’t think I didn’t see you flirting with that girl either!”

“What? What girl?”

“The bimbo at the bar who’s chest you couldn’t stop staring at! Thanks for making a complete idiot out of me in front of everyone!”

“This is never gonna change is it? Your never going to trust me.”

“Give me one good reason why I should?! You fill my head with air about wanting to have relationship with me then you flirt with some girl at the bar!”

They were standing ten feet apart, red faced and screaming at each other.

“I don’t need this.” He snapped grabbing his he let and leaving the room. She followed him.

“No you don’t need this and you clearly don’t need me either. Get out!”

“I am. And I won’t be coming back either.” He slammed the door behind him as she stood there, fists balled up at her sides. She listened to him walk angrily down the hallway until his footsteps could no longer be heard.

[alicemitch09writes]

lame

06.

there’s things you tell your best friend, then there’s things assholes don’t deserve to know

It was another night of training with your grandfather, another night of beating if you could give it a subtitle.

As of late, you’d been sparring against Shinso to help him get into shape should he wish to transfer to the Heroics Department. And so far, he’s showing results. Just when is he going to make use of them, you’ll never know.

But, it’s summer break now, so he’s deserved a break from night training. And with that, resumes your training with your grandfather – whom you’ve never beaten once. He just loves to shift his fighting style to his liking and without warning.

And sometimes, or just because he doesn't have tact or does it on purpose, he manages to catch you off guard.

“…what.”

“You’re really making me repeat myself?” having blocked your kick, with your feet in his hands, he pushed back, causing you to slide into the mat. “Masaru called, inviting us for dinner before the boys head off to their summer camp.”

“And you said ‘yes’ without even asking me!?”

And you just saw Uncle Masaru a few days ago!

Yellow eyes stared at you, unimpressed. “Clearly, from your reaction alone, we both knew what you’d say.” He says with a gruff, circling you. “Don’t be rude, girl.”

And then, he charged towards you.

Blocking his attacks proved difficult, especially since he successfully caught you off guard.

Straining to block all his punches, you nearly missed the kick to sweep you off your feet making you jump. Landing awkwardly on your feet, he charges at you again. Picking up on his approach, you deflect at his hands, aiming to grab hold on you. Seeing an opening, you aim for a quick kick to his stomach- to which he easily caught his hands, twisting your foot with a flick of his wrist, you were twirling in the air and landing on your back, hard.

Groaning, you didn’t have to open your eyes to see the smug look on his face, but the tone of his voice was another. “You better be on your best behavior, foolish girl.”

Grumbling, you lied there, yellow eyes opening, set on the ceiling, grimacing into space.

“Tell that to him.”

Dinner later that evening, you dressed simply: wearing a simple shirt, with a print that comically read ‘plaid’ in kanji, tucked in a simple long skirt. The shirt had been a gift from Izuku, one the two of you got together at a bargain sale.

Funnily enough, when he showed up, he wore the same shirt. You two laughed at each other, enough to ignore the ash-blond eyeing the two of you.

Dinner was rather eventful, with the adults doing the talking, often asking questions to either teen. Bakugou, however, was surprisingly quiet. You pretended not to notice, but it was hard when the teen sat across you, carmine eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before you tore away first. For the rest of the dinner, you were adamant about just enjoying good company and good food.

It almost felt homey, considering the people in the table. Keyword: almost.

“So, how’s school been?” Uncle Masaru asked, a rather innocuous question directed towards the teenagers.

Izuku replies first, helping himself to another serving. “Fine, Uncle! Well, not much has changed since Kacchan has me beat in ranks.”

“Hm? What is your rank?” you asked, curious.

“Third,” Bakugou replies quickly, you blink at him just as he swallowed his meal. Pointing to Izuku with his thumb, he says, “Fourth.”

You feel your lower eye twitch, your question wasn’t really directed towards him but was rather open to either of them to answer, so you left it at that.

“Heh, that’s impressive, Izuku!” Whatever tension brewed, immediately squashed down. This was not the time for that. “Well, you’ve always been smart anyway.”

“How about (Name)?” Auntie Inko chirped, smiling.

“She’s not so bad,” your grandfather replied, sipping his tea. “she’s one of my best warriors in the martial arts club!” he says with so much pride it was practically emanating off him.

You felt your eye twitch, giving your grandfather an exasperated look. His answer was so far off.

“If you would just let me answer!” the adults laughed, Izuku included, holding onto your shirt sleeve to prevent you from attacking your grandfather. “I’m doing fine, actually. Other than my clean reputation," you emphasize for Izuku "‘s not so bad. It’s not UA, but it’s comfortable. Made some friends here and there.“

“What’s your rank?” Bakugou asked, curious.

Fixing him a look, you reminded yourself of where you were, replying politely. “Tenth, out of twenty-eight.”

“Wow, that’s impressive, (Nickname)!” Izuku smiled at you, genuinely. Smiling back at him, you took a bite of your meal, chewing slowly as you lull yourself into the comforting dinner noises.

The tension between the two young adults were not amiss to a certain ash blonde, shooting your grandfather a quick look, then to her husband, a glint of mischief.

“So, (Name)-chan, got yourself a boyfriend yet?” Auntie Mitsuki asks, rather bluntly.

Your eyes shot wide open, doubling over. 

Bakugou nearly choked on his meal, Uncle Masaru quick to pat his son’s back gently. 

“M-Mitsuki!”

Your grandfather snorted, turning the other way, holding his laughter in.

“What? I’m just asking! Ah, Shihan, you don’t mind, do you?”

Recovering, your grandfather gives a sage shake of his head, unnervingly at ease at the question thrown at you. Izuku eats away, but keeping an interesting ear – traitors, you thought.

“E-Eh, no.”

“What!? That’s too bad.” Auntie Mistuki practically yells, looking offended, too.

“I agree!” Auntie Inko seconds. “(Name)-chan grew up to be such a pretty girl, any boy or girl would be foolish enough to miss out on you!”

“Also, she’s really good in martial arts!” your grandfather adds, pride written all over his face. “Only a fool would miss out on my granddaughter!”

More like fear me, you fool of a man.

“Why is the conversation suddenly all about me,” you mutter uncomfortably, chewing your dinner. Izuku shrugs, working on a small smile.

“So, no boyfriend then, (Name)-chan?” Uncle Masaru, master of keeping the peace, asked.

You could only shrug. “No.” 

It was an honest answer, enough to quell anyone’s curiosity, but it seemed like the wrong answer to Auntie Mitsuki and your grandfather, whose shoulders dropped in disappointment. Uncle Masaru frowned at the two, shaking his head. Auntie Inko blinked innocently, unaware of the ploy of the two.

Only Bakugou Katsuki caught on, jaw clenching, one hand balled into fists under the table while you and Izuku began to chat amongst yourselves.

A white envelope was squeezed into your shoe locker one morning, a bag of chocolates – very clearly bought at the convenience store, was taped next to it, much to your confusion.

Dull (e/c) eyes stared at the items, trying to make out the items before you. Beside you, Izuku followed your gaze, a startled look on his freckled face as red soon blossomed his cheeks. “(N-Nickame)!!!!”

From his high-pitched shriek, a few girls turned your way in interest, whispering amongst themselves. Other students, who just walked in, eyed your shoe locker curiously.

You stared at it harder, not moving from your spot, arms crossed over your chest. Behind you, a small crowd had gathered - not really lingering long, but curious on your situation.

“Oh, someone actually has the guts to give one to her?”

“Well, Yoruichi’s actually not that bad looking.”

“For a quirkless.”

“Well, at least she compensates elsewhere.”

Izuku, patiently waiting on you, leaned in to whisper, amidst the chattering behind you, to you. “I-I-It might be confession letter?”

“HAH!?”

A loud explosion sounded, scaring half the middle schoolers entering the building, followed by a voice behind you. “THE FUCK!?”

“A-Ah, Ka-Kacchan! Good morning!”

“Fucking nerd, get outta my way!” yelled the blond, taking your cue to roll your eyes and rip the chocolates from your shoe locker, assessing the brand with interest, unaware of carmine eyes watching you.

“(Nickname)?” Izuku turns to you in question.

Lips pursued, you nonchalantly pocket the chocolates in your bag, taking a bite out of one of them. “Chocolate is chocolate, right?”

His freckled face only burns a darker shade of red as you put your shoes on, laughing at him.

“Izuku, you’re so cute.”

With the letter in hand, you eyed the words carefully, making sure it wasn’t a mistake: ‘To: Yoruichi (Name) of 2A’.

“Throw that piece of trash away,” mutters the blond beside you, but you pretend not to hear him and pocket the letter as well. You didn’t see the look of shock cross his face, as you turned to Izuku, forcing chocolate into his mouth, laughing more as you two head off to your classroom, nor the smoke coming out of his hand.

The rest of the day, Bakugou was in a foul mood, especially when you munched on the chocolates or gave some to Izuku (he tried to reject them because they were for you and not him).

In the end, it was a confession from a lowerclassmen which you turned down politely.

After dinner, you had volunteered to do the dishes, knowing that Izuku would join in and the other guy would go off to do whatever he does. However, since receiving his quirk, your grandfather had been interested in seeing Izuku use them in action. And with his quick muscle build-up, he was even more piqued to discover what interesting skills he's developed. Thus, your best friend was stolen away from you, leaving you to work on the dishes with…him.

Just as your grandfather has stolen Izuku away, Auntie Mitsuki yelled at Bakugou to help you with the dishes instead of shutting in his room doing god knows what.

So, two teens stood there, by the kitchen sink, a respectable distance between them, while Uncle Masaru placed the dishes, smiling apologetically. Somewhere, Auntie Mitsuki was eyeing the kitchen with a satisfied smirk whilst Auntie Inko was left in the dark.

Truthfully, you enjoyed washing the dishes, in a way, it was therapeutic alone or with a friend. Just, not with someone like him.

Then again, you had no choice. You did volunteer.

Resigned, you sighed and began to bunch your hair into a bun, getting to it. “I’ll wash, you rinse.”

Wordlessly, he nodded, and silence filled in once more.

And with that, the two of you were off to work, strictly work.

The only sounds heard were the gushing of water, scrubbing on plates, and utensils. As the night when on your heightened senses ran wild: with your hearing, you could hear the quiet chattering amongst adults in the living room, Auntie Mitsuki and Uncle Masaru inquiring about Uncle Hisashi from Auntie Inko, and outside, just faintly, you could hear Izuku floundering on the spot as your grandfather worked with him. It was enough to bring a smile to your face, only to stop when you remember the person beside you.

It was hard not to feel unbothered when you could feel his eyes on you, smell burnt sugar off him mixing with lemon dishwashing soap and hear the beating of his heart.

Soapy bubbles slowly began to fizzle one by one as you began to take the plates from the water, passing them along to Bakugou to be rinsed.

All in all, you managed to do the dishes without any bloodshed – which just seems to be the case whenever the two of you were together. However, during dinner, it was non-existent. It was probably out of courtesy, respect towards the elders who wanted to catch up. Then there were the young ones, two of three were doing the talking but only to themselves, singling the superior one out. Throughout dinner, he was the odd one out, which was strange since he's always been showered with attention - as though it was supposed to be. But no, nobody really talked to him unless asked or when curious, mostly his answers were minimal. 

“I-I told Kacchan as well…”

For some reason, your mind made you think of that. When Izuku told you his secret, you felt honored, trusted, assured.

"But he didn’t seem to take it seriously.”

But the fact he told him, that unnerved you. After all, why? He didn’t deserve a piece of Izuku he willingly tossed aside so many years ago. Izuku still held on to Bakugou for so many years despite the bullying, it irked you. You were enough, so why cling on to him?

“Your summer camp…” you tested, words slurring.

Beside you, the ash blond physically flinched, surprised that you were talking to him.

Hey, it wouldn’t hurt to talk, right? Because, like Izuku, there was some reason you still clung on to him. “How long is it?” Well, a tiny part at least.

A beat of silence. “A week.”

You hummed, watching the soapy water go down the drain. “That’s a long time.”

Call it friendship, or a sense of duty, but there was more to it. Delving deep to wonder what exactly was scared you though, so you left it at that.

When the last of the bubbles disappeared, you lifted your gaze out the kitchen window eyes searching above rooftops for the moon. Tonight’s shape was a waxing crescent, your favorite moon phase because if you tilted your head, it would’ve resembled a Cheshire grin.

Fixated on the moon, you were unaware of the way his eyes lingered on your shirt, identical to the one Izuku was wearing, his insides unsettling. Carmine eyes silently took in your form, mouth formed into a straight line, eyes shifting from (e/c) to yellow, glazed with a thousand thoughts he was barred from asking.

“They’ll probably give you hell over there,” your voice was airy, vague, comforting, testing again.

He felt his hand twitch, especially nothing that a loose strand of hair fell against the nape of your neck, over your burnt mark. He wanted to move the (h/c) strand away, to feel his fingers against your skin, marvel over something that was his doing, in a sick way – relish his mark over you.

Turning to him, you offer a small smile. “Well, have fun over there.”

And with that, you pushed yourself off the sink and walked out the kitchen.

(His hand dropped to his side, weakly, defeatedly.)

BREAKING NEWS: The League of Villains infiltrated UA's Summer Camp, several students injured, one kidnapped!

The door slid open, forcibly, everyone flinched at that, and of the person stomping in. “I-ZU-KU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the green-haired boy flinched at the volume of your voice, each syllable of his name pronounced angrily, a menacing aura emanating off you. “ARE YOU SERIOUSLY PLANNING TO GIVE ME AND AUNTIE INKO A HEART ATTACK!?” 

Green eyes widened, arms weakly making pathetic gestures in the wind. “(N-Nickname)…l-let me explain-“

Approaching his bed, your aura didn't let up. “One of these days Midoriya Izuku,” pointing at him dangerously, finger shaking in front of him. “ONE OF THESE DAYS!”

“Now, now, (Name)-chan, we’re at a hospital…” Auntie Inko calls out as she rushes in, gentle hands trying to calm you down.

“Granddaughter have some manners!” your grandfather chides, a basket full of apples in hand. “This is a hospital, y’know-“Realizing that they weren’t alone, the elder man blinks at the people crowding his room. “Ah, he has guests.”

That made you stop, stopping in your shaking of your best friend, head snapping to several eyes looking your way, they tremble under your gaze.

“W-We’ll just leave then…” Ochako states, bravely, Iida leading the group out, offering you a friendly smile on her way out. For some reason, there was more to that smile, a coded message. But you’ll get to that later.

After giving your best friend a piece of your mind, it was Auntie Inko’s turn. Well, her version was more on crying, wailing, and fussing – very Auntie Inko. Your grandfather merely huffed, arms crossed, unimpressed with Izuku’s recklessness. Nonetheless, he ruffled your best friend’s curly locks, offering his rare smiles.

“I’m glad you’re safe, Izuku-kun.”

“Y-Yes, Shihan!”

Despite seeing your best friend safe and sound, something unsettled in the pit of your stomach, had you unnerved to the bone. You weren't his best friend for nothing if you hadn't noticed it. Seeing as your grandfather and Auntie Inko were here, you knew you couldn’t ask him about it just yet.

Once the two of you were finally left together, you turned to him, eyes asking with the same mien Ochako gave off earlier. Izuku seemed to anticipate this, a look of guilt and unease colored his features.

Taking a deep breath, he began to talk.

Words were coming out, sentences forming, information settling in your brain, processing.

And then, you could only feel one thing: numb.

Numb, just like the time a punch caught you off guard.

Numb, just like when he said those venomous words at Izuku in junior high school.

Numb, just like when you lost your parents.

Just. Numb.

Tears welled in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks before you could stop yourself. They won’t stop pouring, your heart pounding wildly in your chest, your breathing was going abnormal. Shaky knees almost knocked you out, had Izuku not grabbed a hold of your arm. Coming to, you grabbed at his shirt, desperate, worry, anger. “Y-You’re going to get him back, right?” he stopped, glossy eyes meeting your own. “Y-You will…r-right?!” your voice cracked at that, fingers shaking uncontrollably.

One nod, firm, solute, and final. “I will, (Nickname). I’ll bring him back.”

Your fists tightened, head bowing, forehead pressing into his chest, tears coming faster. “Please, Izuku, bring him back. Bring back our, Katsuki!”

Guess what? You thought about it, plaguing your mind for days later.

The result? Well, it feels stupid. YOU feel stupid for a silly little crush over a short-tempered childhood friend, who forever sullied his reputation and severed ties with you.

Simple as that.

Congrats, you won a bucket load of denial slathered with angst.

Why, oh, why couldn’t you have fallen for Izuku, instead? Sweet, kind, and reliable Izuku. Life would have been so much easier and saner.

But as that one stupid song goes: the heart wants what it wants.

Why the fuck did it want him? Bakugou Katsuki?

The cons weighed so much than the pros, you could go on and on. But at the end of the way, the pros could still weigh over those cons, no matter how little you presented.

It’s fine, you thought, this’ll pass.

A stupid little crush like this will pass and you’ll find yourself laughing at it when you’re older, sober, and probably mature.

Your only hope was to distance yourself from him, which worked for a time since he goes to UA and has resided there since his kidnapping/All Might’s retirement.

Yet, you live in the same area.

Your only REAL hope was for him to graduate, get into hero work that’ll make him work hundreds of miles away, OR, you graduating, getting into university and moving away from town. Both possibilities worked. There was more.

However, Izuku thought otherwise.

“You’re being a coward, (Nickname). You’re basically running away.” He’d berate, a disapproving look on his face.

Ducking, you played with the ends of your hair. “Isnt it better this way?” You muttered, looking away, not wanting to be at the receiving end of his look. You hated that look, it reminded you of your mom, dad, Shihan, and Aizawa-san – it made you feel like a child.

“It’s not fair to Kacchan.” you deadpanned with a roll of your eyes.

“Well, he was never fair with us anyway. Call it even.”

Izuku sighed heavily. “(Nickname)...”

Turning to him, you asked, a bit miffed. “Why are you defending him? How can you forgive him so easily?!”

“Well, it’s never good to dwell in the past…” His words, you never trusted them whenever the blond became the topic of your conversations – which is minimal, by the way. There was something he wasn’t telling you completely, something he had to figure out for himself first.

And you were patient, so you left him at that. “We’re becoming civil now. You two, should as well!”

“BIG. PASS.”

He gave a weary sigh, from the weight of your words.

Honestly, you couldn’t sleep the night you received news that their summer camp had been invaded by the League of Villains. You were worried sick for both of them. You wanted them to be safe. And since Bakugou was kidnapped-

“(Nickname), you should be more honest with your feelings. Especially towards Kacchan.”

Of course, he’d see right through you, he was your best friend with a brain so great after all.

“Pass.”

“(N-Nickname)…”

“I want nothing to do with that dead fuck, after everything he’s done to us, to you.”

“I’ve already forgiven him for that.”

“Good for you then.”

“(Nickname),” his tone was berating, again.

Sighing, aggravatingly, you beg with your eyes. “Don’t do this, Izuku. Please.”

“But, you’ve always liked him-“

“THAT WAS BEFOR-!” you stopped mid-yell, balled fists shaking, taking a deep breath, you repeated your words. “That was before.”

Izuku had the gall to look unconvinced, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, head tilted at you – since when did he learn to be this snarky!?

Exhaling through your nose, you stood your ground. “I’m not sorry for yelling. I’m not planning to forgive him now, or any time soon, I can never forgive him for what he did. And I’m sorry I can’t be as forgiving as you.”

Green eyes softened, his pose unchanging, but he fixed his head to look at you better. Worry coloured his features. “But (Nickname), it isn’t good to hold on to your anger forever, you know that, right?” Somewhere deep in your heart, you swore you felt a skip, your knuckles suddenly felt hot. “I’m not saying that you should forgive him now, but at your own pace. You can deny how you feel, but you can never escape it forever, (Nickname).”

Weakly looking up to him, his green eyes were unwavering, swallowing you whole.

“I hate when you’re right.”

“I always am.” The corners of his lips lift, a bit smug.

Your eyes narrow. “I hate you.”

“I love you, too, (Nickname).”

From: (Name) Yuroichi

To: Bakugou Katsuki

I’m glad you’re safe.

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A/N: This was initially supposed to be smut but my brain went hay wire and ended in angst. More Mayans coming next week! 

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Word Count: 2210

Ezekiel Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language, angst, Ez being an asshole, heartbreak, more angst 

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Ezekiel couldn’t resist ogling Y/N from across the overly crowded bar. Cigar smoke filtrated throughout, pool cues ricocheted, and Y/N dawned that brilliant smile of hers. Her candied glimpse combined with her impeccably short dress, and irrevocably sexiness drove Ez to the brink of combustion. Ez perched an elbow against the wood bar top watching Y/N’s hypnotizing demeanor. She shot him a playful glance unwilling to draw her attention elsewhere than from the beautiful man across the room.

Her voice oozed of alcoholic flirtation as she bit her lower lip catching his interest and walking his way.

“Come here often, hotshot?”

There was no denying the sly chuckle that slipped off his lips; “Smooth line. How often does that one actually work?”

Her kittenish nature only stoked his fire lighting a fire in his belly.  

“Well…my boyfriend usually falls for it but he’s kinda into that cutesy bullshit. Come to think of it, you might know him. Tall, dark, and handsome? Ring any bells?”

Her insinuated attitude was driving him crazy. Unbeknownst to Y/N, his cock stirred in the confines of his jeans. She wanted to force his hand, compel to his more dominant side. His blood seethed as his eardrums hummed of desolate waves. Ez bit his tongue to stop the trickle of words begging to slink from his lips.

“Sounds like a sucker. Didn’t think a pretty chica like you to be taken? Such a shame.”

Y/N’s raised an eyebrow in curiosity wondering how much longer she could push him before he turned into putty.

“Now, now. I don’t appreciate you talking shit about my man. It’d be best if you watch yourself.”

Y/N excelled when a challenge presented itself.  Defiance buried in her very pitch as she scooted closer to the man in question. Now elbow to elbow, Y/N rested her cheek against her knuckles coyishly.

“Baby, if you keep smiling like that, my panties will be drenched before we have the chance to do a damn thing about it.”

Leaning closer in;” Please don’t fuck it up.”

“Oh, so you’re admitting I turn you on…make you wet?” There was no hiding the devilish grin cemented on his perfect face.

Her face furiously flushed at his choice words; “Most definitely, E. In all honesty, I’m not wearing underwear because matter of fact just looking at that gorgeous jawline of yours is way too much for my ovaries to handle.”

His tongue met the roof of his mouth creating a tsk sound reverberating from his mouth. Y/N rubbed her thighs together in hopes of alleviating her eccentric inner bits. Y/N pushed her falling tendrils from her face tilting her head his direction. Her hand made quick work caressing her inner breasts as Ez watched her chest beat rapidly.

“Mmmhm, and this girl is hoping her boyfriend just might be able to sneak away from his boys for a minute to properly fuck his girl. But I’d hate to force your hand….”

“I hope you know the punishment that ensues for this behavior baby girl…”

“Oh, so you admit you’ll punish me? God, I’ve been dying for you to fuck me all night. Finally, you got the hint, Prospect.”

Ezekiel chucked at her cleverness. He’d long fallen for the woman before him, but he appreciated the constant challenge she reciprocated time and time again.

“What are you trying to hint at, Y/N?”

“You know exactly what I want and you’re playing coy if you don’t.”

Y/N rested her hand atop his shoulder as his hand perched upon the dip of her luscious hip. Leaning in dangerously close, she trailed sleek kisses against the slick of his neck. Each smooth trailed upwards towards his ear as Y/N leaned in seductively close.

“It’s cute thinking you don’t want to fuck the shit out of me here. Your bashfulness never seizes to amaze me.”

Her hands grazed down his defined abs brutishly stroking the outer layer of his jeans.

“But your dick seems to tell another story.”

Ezekiel gazed around the room watching his brothers too distracted by pool cues and babes to notice their interaction laughing aloud.

“If you haven’t noticed I’m still their bitch boy and I can’t just slip away without someone noticing.”

“Oh, but I promise you won’t have to travel far. The bathrooms are only a few feet away. So, if you’re interested in fucking your super-horny girlfriend, meet me there in five minutes. If not, I’ll just have to do the job myself. But don’t worry, I’ll send you the video.”

“You’re such a goddamn brat, you know that? …” Ez moved his hand grazing his clothed crotch as a moan alluded her.

“Can’t you feel how hard I am for you right now? It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yes, dear boyfriend. If you’re bating me then yes, I do want to fuck you here and now.”

“So quick to make demands when you’re in no position to do so. Shit, I can’t wait to nestle so fucking deep within you, to hear you begging for me. Someone needs to fuck the brat outta ya.”

“Oh, it’s so cute you think I’ll beg. My pussy is your haven, don’t forget that.”

Y/N added just an inch of space between their sweltering bodies unwilling to give into him so easily.

“So, I’ll take your erect cock as a yes. You know where I’ll be…”

Y/N walked by him dripping in her own seductive nature. Ez reached towards her gripping her arm in exchange; “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

“Well guess you can prove it to me.”

“Oh, you tease….”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!”

“You little…”

“Brat? That’s right, only one person makes me act this way, feel this way and that person is you. So, whether you like it or not, deal with it.”

“Oh, I’ll deal with you alright. Soon enough you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

“I completely intend on it. In fact, I’ll leave the ball in your court.”

Y/N sauntered past him making sure to graze her breasts against his trunk; “You know where I’ll be.” She winked his way hoping for Ez to catch her hint before walking towards the bathroom hoping the one person she’d hoped would follow. Ezekiel Reyes was genuinely her other half, someone who understood every intricate design she’d been allotted.

 Coco approached the Ez clasping his shoulder; “How are you the luckiest bastard outta all of us, Prospect? You get to tap that on the daily? Not fair cabrón.”

His angelic curls fell gently upon his forehead as that signature smirk of his appeared.

“In my defense, she’s a little shit that she tests my patience every damn day. But, yes, I gotta agree with you. I’m the luckiest bastard outta all of us.”

“So quit fuckin talking to me and go get yo girl, newbie.”

Ez nodded agreeing with Coco. He was torn between his club obligations and chasing after Y/N, his eyes bouncing back and forth.

“Don’t worry. I’ll cover you. 10 minutes… now go before I change my mind!”

“Thanks, brother. I owe you one.”

“Damn right you do, now go!”

His boots pounded against the wood; his strides picked up taking him quickly to his destination. Ez’s anticipation peaked as he neared the bathroom door rattling the handle. Ez stood dumbfounded to find the door locked…

“Querida, I know you’re in there. I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, ain’t I?”

Y/N whispered back through the door; “I’m counting on it.”

The click of the door gave way unlocking as Ez stepped inside swiftly shutting the door behind him. He eyed Y/N like she was his last and final meal wanting to devour her from the outside in. The startled look in her misty eyes only excited him more. He stalked towards her; Y/N walked backwards in sync with him. Soon enough, the back of her thighs met the cold cabinet. Her skin crawled of goosebumps as her panting increased significantly.

“You bait me all night, wearing this ungodly short piece of fabric that barely covers anything on this gorgeous body of yours, and you have the audacity to talk shit?”

Electricity stifled their small quarters as Ez’s hands played with her hemline. Wet kisses tickled down her collar bone. Y/N tilted her head allowing Ez easier access. Torturously slow, Ez pressed the material upwards above her curvy hips revealing her bare pussy.

“No underwear. Glad to see you weren’t lying.”

Y/N slapped his chest in jest; “One thing I will never do is lie to you Ezekiel Reyes.”

“Yeah, yeah.”  

Only adding fuel to the fire, Y/N grasped his chin between her fingers forcing his gaze to remain on her and only her. She squeezed tightly enough to grab his fleeting attention.

“I don’t joke about that shit, E. I’ve never felt this way before. Don’t spoil it just yet.”

The crow’s feet near his eyes softened exhaling all the excess air loitering in his lungs. His infamous puppy dog looks triggered charging their electricity. Forgetting her momentarily exposure, Y/N closed the gap kissing him with every inch of might fathomable. She mustered every ounce of desire to which Ez gladly reciprocated.

Their moans intermingled as Ez tapped her thigh signaling to jump on the counter. Her legs spread unconscious creating the perfect amount of space for him to slide into. His hands travelled along her sides before finding home and squeezing the globes of her luscious ass.  Every dimple and indention turned him on. An illicit squeak was the only other sound accompanying their heavy breathing.

“Please, E.” A whiny undertone whirred to life.

“Please what? I’m right here.”

Her legs wrapped around his hips securely pulling him closer. His jeans rubbed deliciously against her exposed thighs only teasing her further.

“I want you. All of you, Ezekiel Reyes. Forever.”

Something unexplainable shifted in that moment as Ez gazed down at the girl pinned beneath him. For so long, he’d wanted this, dreamt of her, and now he wasn’t sure how to handle himself. The last time he gave himself so freely to another ended up burning him. Emily was his first love but Y/N, Y/N was his epic love. The twinkle in her eyes welcomed him time and time again silently begging for permission. Suddenly it wasn’t just about sex and pleasure but an opportunity of redemption.

“You feel it too, right?”

Y/N pulled back from his grasp embarrassed at her newfound honesty. “Ugh, I’m fucking it up, aren’t I? I didn’t mean for things to get so intense in a fucking bathroom of all places?”

Just as she moved to hop down, Ez stopped her. His this, this life he chose was no place for a woman like Y/N. And though his heart beat victoriously in his chest, Ezekiel knew what had to done. There was no way in hell he’d allow her to morph into his fucked-up life. He wanted to shout it to the rooftops; I’m in love with you too.

He was ripping at the seams dying to scream his unprofessed love but once again denying the beast within him. His silence was enough of an answer. Y/N frowned trying to hide the quiver of her chin. Looking away, Y/N furiously blinked hoping to will her unshed tears into oblivion. Her purity and compassion were too much at risk to sacrifice.

“Y/N….”

“No, don’t Ezekiel.”

“I think we want different things, things I can’t offer you.”

The rumbles in her chest cascaded violently like waves attacking a cliff. His rejection stung like ravenous bees.

“You can but you won’t. There’s a difference! God! I fall for this shit every time. You lure me back in and just when I break through your heavily guarded walls you pull back and shoo me away. How many times do you have to remind me you don’t want me, E?”

A lone tear streaked down her cheek. Sadness swallowed her whole plummeting to an unimaginable depth. His thumb inadvertently reached for the droplet but she flinched in the nick of time. Defeat coursed through his blood. His subconscious screamed for him to speak but nothing came out. Her words seared him, his own personal brand of pain. Calm down heart.

“Tell me you feeling nothing and I’ll never ask again.”

The somber quietness remained suffocating both parties. It was then that the truth finally dawned on him like boulders falling from the sky. Sometimes the hardest battle we fight is the battle within ourselves.

“Jeez, Ez. Guess I got my answer. Next time you have one of your urges, don’t call me, ever.”

Her warm palm pressed against his pectoral lightly shoving him. The minute distance was enough to destroy him. Her rejection simmered into her movements. With her strength fast depleting, Y/N craved fresh fall air. She stopped in place looking over her sunken shoulder; “It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew. Have a nice life, Reyes.”

Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free. Free to mourn the love she so tragically denied. She distracted herself to save herself. After all, how often do we get a second chance…

~~~~~

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[butgilinsky]

angels & demons // rc

warning; angst, language, drugs, alcohol, alludes to violence but not graphic, basically everything that comes with rafe cameron, a toxic relationship

summary; y/n knows that rafe has demons, but for some reason she can’t pull herself away from him

word count; 1.8k+

i’m in no way trying to romanticize things that rafe does in the show, and i sure as hell don’t condone any of it. i’m not trying to romanticize toxic relationships or anything that comes w them, i just LOVE this song and it gives me rafe vibes soo.. idk i recommend listening to this song, it’s v good and this fic kind of reminds me of my dark writing style. if you’ve read my unfinished series rivals, it gives me those vibes a little.

based on angels & demons by jxdn

Two face, two face, yeah Black white, left right, yeah Up down, all night, yeah

the second they entered the house, rafe was ripped away from y/n. she rolled her eyes at the empty feeling in her hand, knowing that it would’ve happened sooner or later, despite the string of promises she received on the way to the house. 

“baby, i’ll be by your side, i promise.” 

the promise was empty, but most of the promises that rafe offered were. she’d fallen accustomed to the lies and the broken promises, barely batting an eye anymore. 

so she linked her arm around her friend’s neck and smiled at the happy expression she received. the girl locked her arms around y/n and swayed from side to side, rambling about how she didn’t think she’d see y/n at all tonight. 

the next time she saw rafe he was high, though that didn’t surprise her either. his arm wrapped around her abdomen, a soft kiss pressed to the back of her head before she leaned back and offered her lips to him. 

“you smell like beer.” she commented softly, hearing him hum before disregarding the statement all together. 

“i’ve had a lot.” he shrugged softly, the alcohol barely a factor in his behavior due to his tolerance. with the help of his height and his build, rafe had built a tolerance over the years. excessive drinking in high school had helped with that. 

she turned back to her conversation, smiling drunkenly at the girl that had been talking to her for the past half hour before rafe tugged on her waist subtly. the girl that was talking wasn’t picking up on rafe’s sudden urge to leave, but y/n was painfully aware of it all. 

“let’s go.” his lips pressed to the back of her ear, gripping her hip tighter when she didn’t respond right away. 

she smiled at the girl again and told her she had to go since it was getting late, before turning and looking up at rafe who wore a dazed smile. she nudged him softly, hand falling in his before he pulled her through the crowd and out of the house. 

Can't escape it ever Don't forget my name I don't feel the same On a trip, no train

rafe’s head fell backwards, his eyes screwed shut as he sighed out into the air above him. the breeze was cold against his searing skin, and his nose began to itch. it had only been a few lines, but it was enough to drown out the voice in his head, numbing the thoughts but not the ache in his chest. 

his eyes locked on his girlfriend, just a few yards away from him talking to a boy he’d forgotten the name of due to the lack of interest in it. her eyes found rafe’s quickly, and it only took a clenched jaw from rafe to dismiss herself from the conversation. 

she sent the boy a polite smile before stalking over to rafe, his hand reaching out for her when she was close enough. he pulled her into his lap easily, ignoring the fact that she definitely did not want to sit at the coke covered table. 

her head fell on top of his, her cheek smushing to the side slightly while she let her mind drift off elsewhere. rafe was talking to somebody across the table but she wasn’t paying attention, absentmindedly bringing her cup to her lips to drown out the sounds. 

“you alright?” she asked rafe after he’d gone quiet after a while, and he nodded shortly. “you look kind of out of it.” 

“need another line.” he said simply, tapping the side of her thigh quickly. 

she sighed but shuffled out of rafe’s lap at the silent command. she stayed close by, knowing she’d be sought out for if she wandered off, and it would ultimately cause more problems than not. 

And all these angels and demons Keep shouting and screaming I'm falling from Eden

she knocked on the door quickly, bouncing on her feet impatiently while waiting for the door to swing open. when it finally did, topper threw his thumb over his shoulder and she slid through the doorway. 

she jogged upstairs and around every corner, hearing the shouting all the way from the front door. the sight of her boyfriend pacing around the room filled her vision. he was tugging at his hair and mumbling incoherent thoughts while kelce stared at him in defeat. 

“rafe.” both pair of eyes snapped up to meet hers, finally allowing her to see the tears running down rafe’s cheeks as he crashed. 

he sighed softly, sending her an exhausted look before she walked over to him. she wrapped her arms around the boy, smiling at kelce when he excused himself out of the room to give the couple space. 

y/n pulled rafe to sit on the bed, letting him lean into her fully and cry into her chest. she knew how it was when he came down from a high, especially when his high was meant to cover up a shitty day. 

“i can’t stop thinking.” she sighed, trying to calm the boy, despite the constant ringing in his ears. 

“i’m right here, baby. you’re okay.”

So fuck me like a rockstar Dancing on a cop car Nothing in the world can stop me now

“rafe, get down, right now!” rafe scoffed loudly at his girlfriend five feet below him, waving her off when topper reached up to hand him a freshly filled cup. 

“dance with me, baby.” he bent his knees, nearing her height but still hovering over her. he held out his hand but she pushed it away quickly, glaring at him in the process. 

“rafe you’re going to get arrested. you can’t sit in a jail cell while you’re high, baby, get down.” he rolled his eyes and stood back up, wearing a drunken smirk while he ignored his girlfriend’s pleas. 

she watched for a moment longer before turning on her heels and storming off. she wasn’t going to sit around and watch rafe dig a hole from himself, though she seemed to be doing that for years at this point. 

Fucked up like a rockstar Ridin' in a cop car No one in the world can help me now

she grabbed her card back from the woman across the desk, not even bothering to smile while she signed multiple papers. her head snapped at the sound of a husky voice she’d recognize anywhere, though this time it made her growl in anger. 

“baby, i’m so sorry. thank you for coming-” 

“i don’t want to hear it, rafe.” she handed the papers back to the woman and waited for the man to unlock rafe’s cuffs before she walked out of the station, rafe hot on her heels. 

“y/n, please, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to fuck up again baby, i swear.” she stopped on the sidewalk, turning to face the boy as her anger practically seeped out of her. 

“that’s the thing, rafe. you keep fucking your life up no matter how much i try to stop you. i can’t help you if you don’t want to be helped, rafe.” he looked down at his feet, the words he’d heard her say multiple times ringing between both of his ears. “just get in the car. you’re lucky they didn’t call your dad, rafe.” 

Everybody said that I'm falling Took another line I'm calling I'm so sick of the nonsense I'mma dive into the mosh pit

“can you stop lecturing me for one fucking second?” his voice was loud and harsh, and would’ve knocked anyone else down a notch. fortunately for the girl in front of him, she’d grown to figure out how to stand her ground for the time being. 

“i’m not lecturing you. i’m trying to help you, rafe-”

“well you’re not fucking helping! i’m sick of the bullshit, y/n. i’m sick of trying to make everyone happy, so just let me deal with my own shit.” she stood firm in her place on the sand, watching rafe stomp off. 

she ignored the burning gazes on her, turning around and walking off of the beach. if rafe didn’t want her to bother him, then she would stop bothering him. so she left the boneyard, slipped into her car and drove away. 

I don't really think I'm the problem I don't really think it's a problem Me plus me is a problem One gun shot could solve 'em

her back leaned against the door, her eyes trained on the carpet below her though she was painfully aware of the sobs that filled the room. she hadn’t spoken in almost an hour, listening to his string of apologies and excuses. one minute he didn’t think anything was wrong with him, and the next he claimed his world was crashing around him. 

he fell to his knees in front of her, digging his face into her stomach and gripping her hips. she sighed softly, ignoring the single tear rolling down her cheek and dropped her hand on top of his head. she scratched at his scalp gently, hearing his sobs turn to sniffles. 

“i’m so sorry.” he spoke softly, almost too soft for her to hear. 

“i’ve hear that too many times, rafe.” he shook his head quickly, looking up at y/n with wide eyes that glistened from the sheen of tears that covered them. the moon that seeped through his window casted a beautiful light across his face, one that reminded her how she’d ended up in this messy love story. 

“i mean it, y/n. i know i went too far this time and i’m sorry.” 

she wanted to laugh. too far was an understatement. he’d committed, arguably, the worst crime known to man, and he called it ‘too far’. every day of her life before this one, she would’ve sworn that anything like that would’ve driven her away from a person, no matter her ties to them. 

but somehow, the boy on his knees in front of her looked up at her with a look in his eyes that she couldn’t imagine never seeing again. she couldn’t imagine never waking up next to him, or never feeling his lips pressed against hers. she couldn’t imagine a life without rafe cameron, and part of her hated that. 

unfortunately, she saw how rafe tried to rationalize his actions. she saw how deeply rooted his demons were, and she saw how his mind ticked in such a way that she’d never seen a person tick before. she knew his intentions were less than pure, but they were far from malicious. 

“run away with me.” he looked up at her with such desperation, the thought of a life where the two of them could forget about everything around them bringing him a joy he hadn’t felt in years. “baby, let’s run away.” 

she hated that that sounded like heaven to her. 

[briabell]

don't pay attention to other boys

 {garou x reader}

summary: garou finds out you've been giving other boys attention and he decides to claim you in more ways than one

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, really rough, this was hella self indulgent

a/n: so I got a ton of nsfw garou requests and I decided to knock them all out in this one shot!

You opened you apartment door (not surprised) to see your, friend, Garou sprawled out on your couch not doing particularly nothing but looking into space. He looked bored.

"Honey, I'm home!" You said in an overly joyful voice as you walked in putting you keys in the bowl on a table next to the door along with your keys, you sat your bag on the same table and took off your shoes. Your presence caused him to sit up and direct his attention towards you, watching you as you plopped down on the couch next to him.

"It's about time. I'm bored." He said. You were about to ask him how he got in this time but you saw a window in your kitchen opened.

'Hm, that's how.' You thought.

You and Garou had an interesting relationship. It was more than just a friendship of course but nothing as serious as an actual relationship. He likes coming to you for attention, care and casual sex. It never went deeper than that. You told yourself not to get too attached because he's made it clear that love wasn't his cup of tea.

Your phone dinged signaling you got a text and you smiled at the sender:

Flashy Flash ✨❤️

'Hey beauty.'

"Who are you texting?" He takes your phone from you and stands up reading your messages to this person.

"Hey! Give it back!" You stood up quickly trying to get your phone back but he was too tall and in the way.

"Flashy Flash? The S-Class hero?" He turned to you with furrowed brows.

"I mean, yeah.. he asked for my number today and we've been talking... He's sweet." You said.

"And what's it to you?! Give me my shit back!" You jumped to try to reach for your phone but he wasn't budging. He kept looking down at you with that same look on his face, you couldn't read exactly what it was but he didn't seem happy, or at least indifferent about it.

"How do you know him? Do you know other heroes?" He asked, your gaze on your phone was broken by his question. You fell flat on your feet and stopped reaching for your device, only looking up at his hard face.

"I work for the Hero Association, I thought you knew that. I'm close with a lot of heroes believe it or not." You put your hands on your hips and tilted your head.

"Now can I please have my phone?" You asked holding your hand out. To your surprise, he gave it back without even a slick comment.

Was he..? Upset? No. That can't be he's Garou, the guy who fucks you and leaves in the early morning without so much as a goodbye. You gave him a skeptical look and before you could say something your phone dinged. You got another message from the hero:

Flashy Flash ✨❤️

'Maybe we should go out sometime, Sometime soon?'

You smiled down at the text when suddenly Garou picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"Garou..! Wait what are you doing?" You asked feeling the blood rush to your head from being upside down.

"Aw, honeybunch, isn't it obvious? We're gonna fuck." He said with a nonchalant attitude.

Garou took you to the bedroom and threw you onto the bed and immediately attacked your neck with his lips. You weren't complaining but you were so confused at his behavior. You knew he was odd but he's never acted like this before.

Soon his big hands started to massage your sides and slipped under your shirt to massage your chest and play with your hardening nipples.

"Garou, what's gotten into you?" You asked trying not to get too lost in the sensations you were feeling.

"Stop talking." He said curtly and kissed your lips for the first time since the last hook up. His lips were so soft, wet and hot on yours. God, you could kiss him all day. But kisses with Garou were a rare commodity, you never initiated he always did.

He lifted your shirt above your head and threw it to the side soon followed your bra and pants leaving you only in your panties. He stood tall above you looking at you like you were a hot meal and he hasn't eaten in weeks. The bulge of his cock was prominent in his gray sweats and you could have sworn you seen it twitch. Garou took off shirt exposing his extremely fit body. He's by far the hottest man you've ever had the pleasure of fucking.

You sat up and pulled on the waistband of his sweats with your pointer finger. You wanted to choke on it.

"Can I?" You looked up at him. Without a word he took out his hard member and placed it at your lips. You opened your mouth and took as much as you could into your mouth. Garou was impressed: you could almost fit all of him in your mouth without choking. He put both of his hands on both sides of you head and started fucking your face. Your hands flew to his hips, your nails digging into his skin.

"I'm lmpressed, have you been practicing on other men? other heroes?" He fucked your mouth harder. "I can't hear you, sweetheart." Garou taunted you further and it only made you wetter. He could feel his orgasm sneaking up on him and he selfishly chased after it.

"Fuck.." Garou's thrusts suddenly stopped and you soon felt him release in your mouth. You made sure to swallow and he soon pulled out of your mouth. He enjoyed seeing your lips swollen and wet as they gasped for oxygen.

Garou's cock was still hard and standing at attention because his recovery time was nonexistent. Garou pushed you back onto the bed and pulled your panties down.

Garou then flipped you on your stomach and pulled your hips up so your ass was in the air. You felt a hard slap on your ass making you whimper and bite your lip.

"'m gonna fuck you until you can't walk." Garou said as positioned himself behind you, rubbing at your hole with the tip of his cock. Without a warning he quickly eased himself into you until his hip bones were hitting your ass.

"H-Holy shit-!" You let out a lewd moan and balled the sheets up in your fists trying to grab onto something.

"God, you're so fucking tight," Garou started thrusting at a slow and sickening pace.

"No matter how many times I fuck you into the matress it still feels like the first time." Garou leaned over and grabbed a fistful of your hair tugging at it hard as he fucked you.

"G-Garou, faster please!" You moaned out trying to fuck yourself on his dick. He slapped your ass again.

"I said stop talking." His thrusts became harder and faster until he was just outright pounding you.

"Fuck! 'm gonna fill you up, baby," Garou let go of your hair causing you to fall back onto the bed. He spread your ass looking at himself slide in and out of your hole.

"You're gonna be full of my cum." Garou said through gritted teeth.

You were getting close to your orgasm, that knot deep down in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter with every thrust.

'I wanna see your face' He said mentally.

Garou pulled out making you instantly miss his thick member inside of you. He turned you over and laid you on your back then pulling you in closer to him by your thighs. Garou's hands were at the hooks of your legs and spread them as far as he could. It was all so lewd. His member laid on your lower belly and you ran your finger tips over it. You took his cock and guided it back into your awaiting hole.

Garou sank deeper into you filling you better and deeper than before. He was hitting a new spot within you that was driving you insane. You were going to cum.

"You're gonna take my fucking kids and be happy like a good little bitch," Garou's thrusts became harder than ever before. The sheer amount of power from his thrusts hurt so good. You reached down and quickly rubbed at your clit.

"You gonna cum, baby? Do it, I wanna feel you tighten around my dick." Garou's dirty talk was more than enough to put you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit you like a train. You let out an loud moan and tightened around Garou's member. Your hips started to buck and shake out of control until Garou's hands pinned you down.

The feeling and sight of you cumming got to Garou. He was so close.

"I'm gonna cum, you're mine okay? Mine," Garou threw one of your legs over his shoulder and wrapped his arms around your leg holding onto it like it was his lifeline.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Garou!"

He started fucking you into oblivion.

"Oh shit, oh shit-! I'm gonna get you pregnant, I'm gonna cum deep inside you-!" Garou moaned into your leg as he bit down onto it. His whole body stiffened and released his hot load deep inside you. It felt like it just kept coming and coming.

Garou pulled out and watched his cum leak out of your hole. Soon after he laid on his back next to you, his softening member laid on his stomach. He reached over and gently rubbed and patted your womanhood almost like he was trying to comfort you.

"Nhmgh-!" You hugged onto his bicep tightly and closed your eyes shut. You were still extremely sensitive so your thighs clasped around his hand.

"You're going to be sore in the morning." He said.

After a few moments on silence you spoke up.

"Were you mad at me earlier?" You asked the man relaxing beside you.

"Mad? No. Irritated, yes." He answered honestly.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because you're giving other guys attention and its not me." He said nonchalantly.

"Well you've already stated you're not pursuing me romantically, so of course I'm going go elsewhere dipshit." You said becoming more than a little irritated at his mixed signals.

Garou didn't like that so he rubbed your still sensitive clit. You took a sharp intake of breath and shut your eyes tightly.

"How straightforward do you want me to be? Fuck, I like you okay? Do I not make that obvious enough?" He sat up and looked at you. You sat up as well and covered your chest.

"No you don't, asshole!" You yelled, Garou and pushed you down back onto the bed and grabbed your face with one of his big hands squishing your cheeks together. He body weight was holding you down.

"You have a slick fucking mouth." Garou said causing you to giggle. Pissing him off was so fun.

"Why didn't you just fucking tell me you liked me instead of throwing me mixed signals? God, I hate you so fucking mucnnnhm-!" Garou covered your mouth causing the rest of you sentence to be muffled.

"Shh, shut up. You talk too much. Do you like me back?" He asked and you nodded you head with a muffled yes.

"Good, consider this a first date." Garou had a wicked smile on his face and you moved his hand from your mouth.

"I want a kiss." You requested and Garou leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips.

[boonki]

Draco was not a dramatic man.

Sure, he’d given in to the stereotype over the years, laughing about it with his friends and letting them neatly label his erratic behaviors and eccentricities as such, and at times, had even leaned into it, getting away with actions and ideals because of this simple belief his friends had in him.

But the thing was, Draco was not, in fact, dramatic.

There was just a certain order to things. Things were meant to be the way they were meant to be. And as any civil and educated member of society, he trusted and upheld that those practices, ideologies, and traditions had meaning to them. That they gave way to a more poignant, established, and refined lifestyle.

Which was why, under no circumstances, he was making this man’s order.

“But,” the man practically sputtered, “I’m the customer.”

Draco hitched an eyebrow. “And I’m the owner, and I say absolutely not.”

The disbelief and uncertainty was almost comical, had it not been leading to his coffee shop’s financial decline. Well, not a fatal decline, given it was late into the evening and most of the seats were still occupied, surely assisted by the decline in weather and onset of exam week. But still, every dollar counted. To someone poorer than him, Draco speculated. But still, on principle.  

“But it’s what I want, and I’m paying you to do it.” The man pushed the money closer to Draco, as if bribery were going to suddenly peel away his sense of morality. He’d like to see this man try and break down Draco’s strict sense of self.

“You’re asking me to make you a latte with five shots of espresso and about half the bottle of vanilla to compensate. If you’re this desperate into your exams and are in need of a heart attack, I would recommend letting your marks come out and having things run their due course, no?”

Draco was impressed with this man’s persistence, if anything. His glasses hung crooked on his nose, drawing attention away from his rather startling green eyes, and Draco, though strongly disinclined to touching strangers, was fighting back the urge to smooth down his great tuft of hair. Instead, he feigned clearing a smudge off the face of the register.

“Fine.”

Draco looked up, quickly relaxing his face to veil the shock. His mouth pulled to the side, and he shifted his stance.

“So what’ll it be?”

“Just a latte then, I suppose.” The man, to his credit, didn’t look as frustrated as Draco was sure he felt.

Draco did end up putting an extra shot in, out of pity.

____

The night after, he was back.

“Okay, listen, I know it’s a bit unconventional, but I have not slept in weeks, and I need to pass this class. My friends like this place, so I can’t go elsewhere. Can I please have a five shot latte with extra vanilla syrup?” He was breathing a little harder than he should’ve been, impassioned by his short speech, his ragged flannel undulated with the rise and fall of the man’s sturdy-looking chest. Draco, although amused, was a hard man to crack.

“No.”

“Please.”

“Still no.”

The man pursed his lips, looking up at the sky. He turned on his heel, and back to his table, where his two friends, one a young woman with bushy hair and an air of efficiency, and the other looking hopelessly lost with his material, looked up at him, and then right at Draco. The young woman stood harshly, letting the legs of the chair scrape against the floor, drawing the attention of the nearby customers, and stalked over to the register.

She took a deep breath before talking. “Can I have a-”

Draco was doing his best not to smile. “No.”

She looked taken aback, eyebrows furrowing together. “But you haven’t even heard what I’m asking for.”

Draco gave her a level stare. “You’re going to ask for the drink that I won’t make your friend, and my answer is still no. It’s not even coffee at that point, just a stroke waiting to happen.”

“This has got to be illegal.” She stated, very matter-of-fact.

“If you can find the law, then I’ll follow it. Best of luck.” He countered.

She pursed her lips, letting out a sharp breath through her nose. “Fine. I will.”

He almost believed that she actually would, too.

____

The next time the man came, he came alone, and sat with his head buried in books for the better half of the night.

Draco was nearly intrigued. Why come here with no friends if he couldn’t even get his order?

The customers were fairly sparse tonight, and Draco was getting a bit tired of wiping down the same mugs and rinsing out the same milk pitchers. So, he decided to take a chance, deviate from himself for a bit. Just to see what would happen. Not because he wanted to. Naturally, he would never tell anyone about this, lest his reputation be completely ruined.

Five shots and half a bottle of vanilla it was, if that would allow him to sit across from this man and ask him what compels him to bring on his own early demise.

He made the drink, reeling with disgust the entire time, almost threw it out on two different occasions, but found himself placing it on the man’s table before Draco really had the time to figure out what he was going to say. He stood there, like a complete nitwit, while the man looked down at the cup and then back up at him.

“I’m Draco.” He said.

The man hesitated, uncertainty and confusion written clearly in the open mouth, cocked head, and wrinkled forehead. “Uh… Harry Potter.” He finally settled on.

Draco made a face he hoped came across as pleasant. “What are you studying for?”

Harry blinked at him, and then startled down to his textbooks, as if he forgot they were there. “Oh, uh, business.”

“Business, good.” Draco said, like a fucking idiot.

Harry nodded, just a small nod, and gave a flash of a smile that was really more polite than welcoming.

“Right. Well. Enjoy.”

Draco sauntered back to his counter, wanting to dissolve into the ground and melt right into hell. That was terrible. God, where did his wit go? He might as well close up shop and move locations.

Not that, under any circumstances, Draco was dramatic. This was a completely normal reaction to making a fucking buffoon of oneself in front of someone that might, objectively, be considered attractive.

____

“But  you made it last time!”

“No.”

“Then why did you make it in the first place?”

“You looked so pathetic, sitting there all alone. I was hoping the caffeine would make you do something worthwhile with yourself.”

Harry took a deep breath, the kind that is more a warning, a threat, than just a breath. “You know what? Fine. Okay. Just give me a regular vanilla latte then.”

Draco made his special drink, and said absolutely nothing of his own atrocities. God, who was he turning into?

“Here’s your latte.”

“Thanks for nothing.” Harry grumbled.

“Anytime, Potter.”

Draco watched the back of Harry as he walked away, watched his stupid sweater stretch over his broad shoulders. Maybe he should throw in some whip-cream next time.

___

“He fancies you, you know.” The bushy-haired friend was back, this time with a much more agreeable mood. She handed him her card, and he mindlessly swiped it through his machine.

Draco’s stomach muscles clenched. Why on earth would he do that?

“Why on earth would he do that?” He said, holding her card out between them.

She took it, and laughed. “I don’t know either, not to be rude," she added, after looking at his face, "but you should say something, I don’t think he will. He’ll just keep coming here and be miserable the whole time.”

“Hmm, that sounds like a personal problem.” It was an interesting development. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with the information.

He placed her coffee on the counter--"thank you"--and went back to wiping mugs, totally not purposefully avoiding looking over at his table, but rather… circumstantially always finding things to do that required the back wall.

Draco nearly-- nearly, because he’s fucking good at his job-- messed up the next drink that came through, and blamed it on the fact that he didn’t get much sleep the night before. Can insomnia cause a racing heart?

___

Draco was not a dramatic man.

He simply believed there was a way to do things properly, and that you couldn’t casually ask someone out over coffee at your own coffee shop. Things like this required dinner, maybe flowers, a candle or two, hair gel, and some confidence.

Which is how he found himself closing his shop early, turning the sign to Closed hours before he normally did, and waiting on his own front steps for nearly a fucking hour before the golden trio came trekking to his store, bags heavy and books in hand.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, as if it wasn’t obvious Draco was waiting for someone. Harry’s scarf was hanging askew on his neck, and Draco wanted to stand up and fix it for him.

“Waiting, obviously.” Draco said, looking him dead in the eye, expression perfectly neutral.

“For…” Harry dragged out the 'r', leaving the question mark behind, waiting for Draco to finish the sentence.

“Well, you.”

Harry’s bushy-haired friend’s eyes widened, and she tugged the red-headed boy’s arm fervently, who looked altogether baffled. “We, uh, I actually need to run to the library quick. Bye, Harry!” The red-head sputtered a rather futile protest before being swept away. Draco was secretly grateful for her rather poor excuse.

“Wait--” Harry started, turning his head in between Draco and the now-vacant spot where his friends had previously stood.

Draco stood up, suddenly conscious of the empty space between them where a counter usually occupied. “If you can make it one night without studying, would you like to go to dinner?”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead, just about reaching his daft mess of hair. He simply stood there, books in hand, scarf askew, breathing in the cold air as if Draco hadn’t said anything at all.

“Hello?” Draco tried again.

“Yes, I would… yes. Tonight?” Harry said.

“That was the plan.”

“Uh, okay. Sure. Where are we going?”

Draco smiled, just a turn up of one side of his mouth. “I know a place. You just can’t order anything stupid and ridiculous. And no coffee, god, you’re probably going to die of a heart attack.”

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Draco was not a dramatic man, nor was he prone to making rushed decisions and leaping to conclusions.

He was methodical, careful, calculating, and did not take kindly to strangers invading his personal space. He valued his privacy, his sanctuary at home that was undisturbed by the outside world. He usually didn’t date, and would never consider adopting a pet. He liked being alone.

But he was pretty sure he was going to keep this man.

(And never, ever make him a five shot latte again, not if he wanted his boyfriend alive.)

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Choking On Sapphires 72

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Stay In My Corner

Word Count: 4200+ 

Summary: On a night out with Arthur, reminiscing over drinks at Alfie's club, a face she hasn't seen since she was young appears out of nowhere and stirs up all the bad feelings and past trauma that it brought upon her. Alfie reads her as always and finds out the truth, even if it hurts her too much to tell him herself. He delivers on his promise of no one ever hurting her and getting away it. **Chapter song is Stay in My Corner by The Arcs.**

Warnings/Tags: References to past sexual assault. Not graphically described. Language. Protective Alfie. Revenge by Alfie for Gen. Alfie finds out why Gen left home all those years ago.

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Arthur had come down to London for business for Tommy. Having already finished that part of his trip, he decides to call you and see if you'd like to get together for the evening. He makes it a point to call this time around because the effects of not doing so last time were still burned into his memory when he found Alfie having his way with you on top of your desk.

You sit at a more secluded booth in Alfie's club. Both you and Arthur are drunk, sharing stories and talking about marriage and babies and life outside of crime. You would seem just as normal as anyone else if you'd eavesdropped on the conversation. You got to suspend reality a bit as Alfie made snarky comments and came and went to handle business and schmoozing as the opportunities presented themselves. He'd never admit it, but he was thankful for having Arthur around, he kept you good and distracted and he knew he wouldn't let harm come to a single hair on your head. If there was something he had in common with the Shelby's, and particularly Arthur, it was that they would always fight for and protect you. His suspicions of you and Arthur having more than friendship between you had long since passed and he was thankful for it.

The hefty payout for the job done for the country, the killing of the fascists and Nazi's had certainly helped sway Alfie in his acceptance of the Shelby's as allies. You'd told him as you rode back from Birmingham the night you'd gotten drunk and sang for the entire bar how elated you were that he would entertain working with Tommy again for you. You poured out how proud you were of him, how touched he would change his stubborn ways for you and even though you were drunk, he felt that you really meant it. You also profusely apologized for Tommy having lied to him, but he understood. He knee jerk reaction was to get angry, and he admitted that, but he saw your point of view very clearly. He'd had to test the loyalty of many men and he knew how little trust he had in them personally, so he could only imagine with what you'd been through how low most men will go when they want something. He gave you a little bit of hell for it, whenever you would ask him to do something simple, such as fetch you a drink if he was going to the kitchen, he would ask you if you were sure you trusted him to do such a thing. At first, you had taken it seriously and he felt guilty afterward as he watched your previously cheerful face fall and your shoulders slump. He'd had to dig his way out of that one with kisses. But you soon caught on it was his way of making you pay for having done it and that was a totally acceptable price in your opinion.

With no secrets between you, you were both rather content with your lives at the moment. Living together was a dream for you, getting him to yourself so often, getting to wake up to him every morning and at least get to have him in your bed every night. He had started sending you gifts again, not all grand, sometimes something as simple as flowers or a batch of fresh bread to the house during the day. He didn't want you to feel like you weren't being doted on, what with your insistence that you cut back on your admittedly, lavish spending habits. Claire had been in shock when you sat down with the books in front of her and told her it was time to go through them, organize them and see where to cut corners. But you weren't about to cut anywhere that would affect anyone else, only yourself. So you went without shipments of special soaps and perfumes from France, canceled your portrait painting, saying you should put it off until you were married and have one done together. You were honing in the ways you'd stayed wild while culling the reckless behavior you'd been unlearning with your time in London. You felt good, solid like you were really getting a hold on yourself and your life again. Alfie satisfied your sexual needs, willing to play and experiment with you and as you loved the man it kept you perfectly happy, never considering looking elsewhere. If you'd known being in love with someone could've helped you from wanting to flight about the pretty boys you would've tried harder long ago to find it.

So when you were out with Arthur one evening, drunk and happy and not a care in the world, when a person from your past comes into your line of sight it shakes you more than it would have if you'd been on your toes and sober. Alfie is standing and talking to some of his men, his barked words all white noise to you as Arthur gossiped and shared stories. You rose a glass of wine to your lips and when you freeze in mid-motion, it even catches you off guard.

Arthur's face frowns deeply, seeing your eyes go wide, your face pale out. "What is it Genny?" he asks loudly, his drunken voice an echoing boom no matter what he tried to make it sound like.

You take a shaky inhale, seeing the man in an expensive tailored suit, walking on the lower level and looking around. When your mouth opens, tongue moving and lips trembling but no words come out, Arthur switches into protective mode.

He sets his glass down, scooting closer, speaking more quietly, putting his hand over yours and lowering your glass to the table as your hand had begun to shake. "Genny. What's wrong?" he asks with a low brow.

"Someone's here." your answer barely above a whisper. "In the tall hat. The man in the three-piece suit and the mustache." Your eyes start to blur and sting, having not blinked since you saw him. You begin to get flustered. You lower your gaze and put your hands on the table.

Alfie notices the sudden silence and seeing your body language stiff he turns his attention to you, leaning over the back of the booth to put his hands on your shoulders. "Somefin' wrong?" he asks, quirking his brow to Arthur.

"She said 'ere's a man here. She's frozen, poor thing." Arthurs observes, keeping his eyes on you.

"Who, love?" Alfie asks.

"The man in the tall hat. Mustache. Three piece suit. In front of the bar." you say softly, your hands up and touching Alfie's for comfort, your face down at your lap.

"Is that... fuck me that innit Prittance is it?" Arthur says with such disdain in his voice that Alfie knows something is wrong. He signals to his men to stay where they are next to him.

You nod and swallow loudly. "I need to..." you begin, clearing your throat and trying to get out of the booth. "Please move Arthur I need to be excused."

"Right, right." he says, sliding out of the booth and helping you.

"Who is that, love?" Alfie asks, pulling you to him as you try to leave for the restroom, blocking you from the man's sight.

"I need to go to the loo Alfie, please." you say not meeting his eyes, but he could see they were scared.

"Genny, what'd he do to you?" he cuts through the needless questions and gets to the point.

You shake your head and try to move gently away again.

"Genny you know you have to tell me. What the fuck am I supposed to do when ya start acting like a scared little bird? Tryin' to fly away. My Genny bee doesn't fly away does she?" he tries to be supportive and lift your chin up.

You take his hand and hold it, lowering it but forcing your eyes to meet him. "If I told you, you would kill him." you say flatly, holding his eyes to show you were serious. He lets you go, his forehead wrinkling, eyes batting in confusion, mind firing off options quicker than he could explore them.

"You follow her. Don't let her out of your sight except for in the loo. If you hear ANYFIN' that sounds wrong you go in, yeah?"

The young man nods and follows behind you quickly.

He turns to Arthur, who is watching you shrink into the distance with sad eyes.

"Now who the fuck is that and what the fuck did he do to our Genny?" Alfie spits out quietly, his shoulders hunched and body language ready to tear the man apart.

"I 'on't know if it's my place to say, mate." he shakes his head, his lips in a tight line as he sighs.

"I fuckin' swear Shelby if you don't tell me I'll beat it out of ya. She innit gonna tell me, she's fuckin' terrified. Now, who the fuck would scare her in such a way?" he demands.

Arthur looks back to meet Alfie's eyes, they're clearly hesitant, but he knew he's right. "Well." he begins, taking a deep breath. "She told me one night when we's pissed yeah? Talkin' 'bout our fucked up childhoods 'n that ya know? Reminiscing the 'ol trauma." he shrugs. "Apparently that man." he turns to finds him on the floor again, moving slowly about the space. "Did some awful things. And he's the reason she were kicked out of 'er own home when she was but a wee girl." he nods.

"What'd he do?" Alfie's voice is deep and dark, more animal than human now.

"She wouldn't say." he shakes his head. "But my guess is it's something fuckin' awful. As awful a thing as a man like 'im can do to a young girl." he shakes his head and looks to the ground. "I don't even wanna think about it."

Alfie shoots daggers with his eyes at the man who is oblivious to it. "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot him." he says, hand twitching for his gun.

"Ya can't fuckin' go off like some fuckin' cowboy there, Solomons, he's a powerful man, ya gotta bide your time if you want to take someone like him out."

"Powerful?"

"Some member of government me thinks? Somethin' of the sort." he tries to recall.

"Someone her father would know." he states coldly.

"Exactly." he gives a nod. "She's comin' back. Don't look so bloody angry." he suggests. "'Ello Genny." Arthur greets you with a sad smile.

"Alfie, love? Could we go home?" you ask with your purse clutched in your hands tightly.

"'Course sweetie." he says, rubbing his hands on your arms. "Ollie take her out the back, will you? I'll be out in just a moment, love. Just gotta tell 'ese boys what to do for the night. Fuckin' useless innit that?" he smiles and kisses your head. His eyes are dark as Ollie takes your arm and escorts you to the back. "That man 'ere. I want him followed. But don't get fuckin' caught. If you do get caught. You don't fuckin' know me, right? Ya got it? If he leaves here, I want him followed. I'll be back later for 'im. Abe, set up the basement for me." he adds with a dark tone to his order.

"The basement, sir?" he asks with raised brows, suprised by the request.

"Did I fuckin' stutter? Yes the fuckin' basement." he hisses, his chin jutting out at the man.

"Yes, sir." they all nod and break away, Alfie getting his coat and putting it on, taking a deep breath to center himself, to put on an indifferent face for you for the night.

Alfie tells Arthur to stay for a bit, look like things are normal, have some drinks, flirt, fuck whatever it was he did these days then to come back to Gen's he'd need him there for the night.

Alfie baby's you and you don't mind in the least. You're feeling terribly small like you had all those years ago. You'd been doing so well, feeling so confident and in control and then this man who had at one point destroyed your life, stripping you from everything that you'd once had appears out of nowhere. You believe it not be coincidence. What with George trying to fuck with you now. Of course, it was London and Alfie's club was popular, but you don't know why someone who worked with your father would be at a Jewish owned club. But perhaps he didn't even know who's it was, it wasn't like he was from London.

"You need to slow that mind down, pet." Alfie says, pulling you into his side. "I see those eyes dartin' about." he taps you on the nose and let out a heavy sigh.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Nuffin' to apologize for." he clarifies, kissing your head. "Ya want me to fetch ya little sleepy vial for ya? Help ya calm down? he offers, rubbing your arm reassuringly.

"Yes, please." you give in, rubbing your temples as he goes to your cabinet and brings it to you, sliding back into the bed. "Thank you." you speak softly, taking a drink of it and putting it on the bedside table.

"You've been doin' very well wif talkin' 'bout your feelin's as of late. Would that help you now?" he asks, pushing your hair back from your face, as he laid on his side, pulling you into his chest.

"I don't... it hurts to recall." you admit. You feel him nod, his chin moving in your hair.

"You know I'd happily remove anyone who hurts you from the face of the fuckin' earth, my love." he offers.

"I know. But you can't kill him." you mutter.

"Why not?" he asks, stroking your hair down your back as he knows relaxes you.

"Just can't. Not him." you say, your words mumbling now, he knows the potion you took was working.

"Is he important to ya love?" he asks.

"No." you slur out and snuggle your face into his chest. "He's just bad." you let out before sleep takes you. He holds you until your breathing is still, your lips parted with little snoozes escaping them.

"I'm gonna get him for you, my love." he says, kissing your forehead as he covers you up with the blankets. You don't register it at all, he touches your cheek one last time before he leaves.

He dresses, moving to the phone after waiting for Arthur to come home. "Do ya have him?" He asks his men on the phone. "And he's left? Right." he pauses, rubbing his chin. "You have the boys what don't look Jewish get him yeah? Steal a car, don't let no one see ya. Get him quiet and fast. And people have seen him elsewhere since he's left the club? Good." he nods. "Get him to the basement then. String him up. I'll be there soon."

"Ya gonna get 'im anyway?" Arthurs' voice carries from the doorway.

"No one hurts her and lives." he says, pointing in the direction of your bedroom. "I need you here, yeah? I need you to be able to say I was here all night. I got her out with her little sleepy time medicine, right? So she'll be fine for a while."

"Ah. Need me to be an alibi I see."

"I do." he nods, moving to the foyer of your home.

"And what about us?" he hears Claire with arms crossed across her chest, Aggie standing sheepishly behind her.

"Fuckin' 'ell." he groans, his shoulders slumping. "I was hopin' you were asleep." he says obviously.

"She told me who she saw tonight. I know what you think you're going to do." Claire announces walking towards him.

"What I fink? It's what I am gonna do, Claire. No thinkin' 'bout it. It's good as done."

"You are right about the no thinking part." she scolds and he purses his lips.

"I need you all here for my alibi as well. She's sleepin', she'll think I've been there the whole time. She won't know."

"So more lies?" She spits out and Alfie feels his face burn.

This was a secret, wasn't it? He sighs at the realization, so easily falling into his old habits that he hadn't even realized. "Then I'll tell her after it's done, yeah?"

"She told you not to do that." Claire says harshly.

"No one does whatever that man did to her and gets away with it. She won't let me kill her fuckin' father, thinks it'd be too obvious but I'll be damned if I've not got men on him every minute of the day to do such a thing. I told her I would protect her and that's what I'm gonna fuckin do, yeah? No one hurts her and lives." he spits out, his finger once again pointing in your direction.

Claire takes a deep breath and turns to Aggie. "Go see to her, Aggie. I need to depart some knowledge that you don't want to relive onto Mr. Solomons," she says with a solemn nod and Aggie frowns, knowing she was right. She waits for her to be out of earshot, a quiet room with only the patter of Aggie's feet echoing down the hall. "You can't kill him." she states plainly.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because Gen wouldn't want you to." her arms go back across her chest, a look of disappointment on her face. "He's in a government position. People will try to find out what happened. He isn't some disposable lad who has no one."

"And I have killed people more important than 'im and here I stand, yeah? I pay the cops, Claire. I'm not some daft fuckin' donkey who doesn't know what he's doin'." his tone showing he takes clear offense to her statement. "So you tell me what he did to her so I can know what punishment to give 'im." he says moving closer to her, his voice seething and his head low. "I can see you hate him too." he says nodding her way.

"I do. I've wished him dead for years." she states coldly.

"Then tell me and we can all have our revenge." he offers.

The deal is a sweet one if it worked out. She knew Alfie was no amateur, and if anyone could pull it off, it would be him. She saw in his eyes he meant everything he said and that as long as he was around, no one would hurt you and get away with it. "She had to leave home because of him." she says, taking a less aggressive sigh and looking away from his intense gaze.

"Why?" he asks after her pause goes on too long.

"He's a friend of her fathers. Genevieve was rejecting every suitor that he sent her way. And in no delicate way. She was always very outspoken and rebellious towards anything her father tried to make her do. As you can imagine." she shrugs. "So George told her he was forcing her to marry that man. So when he was invited over, George leaves them in a room together alone, and displeased with her reaction when he tells her this... he..." she lets out a long sigh and closes her eyes. "He abused her." she forces out and waits before opening her eyes again. "I was there. I heard them and was locked away across the hall with the other girls. We were powerless." she shakes her head, rubbing her arms recalling the dark days. "He told her no one would believe her. Her word against his. That she had no right to refuse, she was his property now and after he was done with her no one would want a broken, used thing like her."

Alfie is deadly still, his face showing no emotion and that was how she knew he was close to exploding. "Go on." he grits out between clenched teeth.

"So, she runs to her mother. Who was horrified by the whole thing and approached George about it. There was fight that nearly tore that old, gilded house down. You know how bad Gen gets, so you can imagine the behavior of the woman who birthed her." her brows are high and her lips tight. "He refused to believe them, despite there being clear proof of it. I still remember how shaken Gen was. Dealing with that at such an impressionable age and then being treated in such a way by her father. To call her a liar with her looking like she did." she slumps her shoulders. "It wasn't as if she thought George loved her or anything but you can understand how she was broken by it nonetheless. He forced her out, saying he disowned her. Awful things were screamed and said, slaps and shoves given and taken by both. He said things no young girl should ever hear from anyone. Let alone their father. It broke her. She's carried those words with her all these years. They've fueled her to be better, most times, but they also fuel her demons. They made her think there was something wrong with her, deep down. Thinking there was something amiss about her that she couldn't fix, that she was unwanted, unlovable. It fueled a lot of her reckless and wild behavior. If it wasn't for Altar reigning her in, who even knows what would've happened. He gave her focus. Her mother eventually, under the guise of caring about the family's public image, of course, talked George into keeping her in the family for legal reasons. But it took him a long time to come to that decision and she had to build herself up from nothing on her own after that." her shoulder shrug, her hands up in defeat.

"That man." Alfie nods, his face red and his brow almost hiding his eyes. "That man did this to my Chanah?" he chokes out, his throat tight.

Claire looks at him with pity, knowing how much it hurt to know something like that about someone you loved. She simply nods.

"Has he had any contact with her since? She acted like she saw a ghost."

"She's been forced to be civil in social dinner situations. Her father kept inviting him, so even if she came home he was there and she eventually stopped going."

His heart breaks, his blood pumps faster, his face seems as if he's looking far away. His eyes narrow and twitch, darting back and forth in their clear overload of emotion. He knew this meant there had been no remorse from his man's end and he didn't feel bad in the least for about what he was about to do to him. In fact, he had started to feel a lot better about it. Certain things about your behavior start to make a lot more sense. Overwhelmed didn't begin to cover how he felt. He clears his throat as he felt a bit as if he were drowning in his emotions, both for your sake and his. "I am going to make him pay. For what he did to her. For what I'm sure he's done to others like her." he points at the door.

"I wish I could say I was against it." she shakes her head, her face now sad, lost in memories. "But I'm not. If you tell her after the fact, I can let you go. Because she deserves peace. Seeing her like that tonight I..." she swallows and wipes her face quickly as a tear threatens to show.

"I saw it too." he says with a nod.

"Nothing scares her anymore and she was..."

"Terrified."

"Yes." she nods and sighs. "I was hoping she had put it behind her but..." she shrugs. "Things like that don't fade so easily." she almost mumbles, but Alfie is close enough to hear.

"They do not." he says in agreement. "I will tell her, yeah? I will be careful. I will make him pay for what he's done to our girl. Be sure of that. She won't let me kill her father, but I will kill this man." he gives a stern nod.

"Be quick." Claire manages a whisper. "He doesn't deserve it but the sooner you're back-"

"The betta, yeah, I know." he says standing back up straight, fixing his coat and moving towards the door. "Thank you Claire. For telling me."

She gives a sad smile a nod. "I believe you to be the man for her. I wouldn't tell you otherwise. She's a complicated woman who has been through a lot and if I can share things like this with you and her not know I told you, then your ability to handle her better is worth the minor betrayal on my behalf."

"And I thank you for it. She will not know it was you. I guarantee that. I will be back as soon as I can." he gives a curt nod and with that, he disappears into the night to do the devil's work.

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Wings (Castiel x Reader)

A/N: hiii! Its kelly again with another one shot (soulmate au). This one is about my absolutely favorite character, Castiel. He is just so sweet and perfect but so shy and gosh, hes so fun to write about. In this soulmate au, the winchesters know cas is keeping a secret from them, and they also find it a bit weird that their good friend y/n is the only human that can see his wings…

word count: 6, 000~

I remember the first time I met the man I’ve grown to love. Castiel, angel of the Lord, best friend to the Winchester brothers, and unfortunately, the object of my affection. He was just so breathtaking in every sense of the word. Not only did my world revolve around him, but I became a total fool when he was around. Even upon our first meeting, I was a mess.

It was late at night, and I was pulling into the parking spot of some cheap, run-down motel the Winchesters were stopped at. This particular case was quite interesting: meaning difficult and tricky, so much that even Sam was unable to find any new leads. It just so happened that I was in town, and after not seeing the boys in a couple years, they called to see if I would give them a hand.

Fourteen murders and seventeen injured, all separate, but of the same circumstances. Turns out the killer was a merman, as insane as that sounds. But I suppose that’s what happens in a boating and fishing district like that one.

I hoped out of my little car and slung my bag over my shoulder. I would be renting a room first so I made my arrangements and dropped off my things, making sure to tuck my gun and a silver blade in my pants, just in case. Room 26, they said they were bunked in. Four down from my own.

When I knocked on the door, it was opened almost immediately. And then, I was swiftly pulled inside and into a warm hug, an abrupt but comforting embrace. I took in the deep scent of motor oil and gunpowder, a sigh leaving my lips. Arms wound around his neck carefully, and I leaned my head against his shoulder.

“Dean.”

“It’s been too long, Y/N,” he said softly, pulling away to get a good look at me. His green eyes scanned my body and I flushed, looking to the side. Even after this long, I still got self conscious like a high school girl when someone observed me. “You’ve grown, too,” he commented.

With a scoff, I rolled my eyes and hugged my waist. “If by grown, you mean gained a couple pounds, then yeah.”

He pinched my hip, making me jump. I wasn’t mad, but a little irritated when he winked at me. “Only in the right places, sweetheart,” he chuckled my way, his bright white grin sending my stomach into a frenzy. I had no feelings for him, but receiving compliments from a handsome man was still quite shocking to me.

I waved over his shoulder at Sam, who was working in front of his laptop. Only, my eyes widened when I noticed another person, someone unfamiliar standing to the side, watching me with slightly narrowed, yet curious eyes. My breath was stolen away from me at the mere sight of this man. He was the epitome of gorgeous, inhumanly so.

My hands fell to my sides, and my jaw was slack. This man, whatever he was, had wings. They spanned nearly the width of the room if not for them being tucked in a bit. They were the deepest of black in color, so rich that they sucked me in and threatened to never let go. Beautiful. Completely jaw-dropping.

Dean noticed my gaze trained on his companion and quirked a brow. “You okay, Y/N? That’s just our friend, Castiel.”

“Oh. I-I’m sorry. It’s just, well, he’s…” I trailed off, not wanting to sound like a stalker or a creep for finding their winged friend absolutely entrancing. I bit my lip and shook my head, brushing the thoughts from my mind. “Nice to meet you, Castiel. I’m Y/N L/N, an old friend of the Winchesters’,” I told him, correcting my awkward behavior from before.

“Ah, yes, Y/N. They have told me much about you.”

I spun around, eyes wide with surprise and a bit of flattery, flickering between Sam and his brother. “You talk about me to your friends?” I asked, genuinely happy that they did.

Sam shrugged, but Dean was almost proud of the fact. He slung his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side tightly. The familiar softness of flannel and leather rubbed against my arm, and I was sent back to the past for a moment to times I hugged them as a child, or borrowed their clothes on long hunts when mine got ruined.

“You’re practically a little sister to us. Why wouldn’t we mention you to our angel?”

I frowned and glanced up at him incredulously. What did he mean by that? “Angel…?” I repeated, waiting impatiently for him to explain his phrasing. He rolled his eyes and motioned to Castiel, who looked quite uncomfortable, given the circumstances. Was Dean really saying that this man was...an angel? I wasn’t even aware those existed.

“Yeah. Cas might not look like it, but he’s a real life angel. Turns out there are thousands of them.”

Oh.

I nodded, shuffling uncomfortably out of his arms. For some reason, my eyes wouldn’t stop drifting over to that dark haired man in the corner. I wanted to approach him. To run my fingers down the stubble on his cheeks and his jaw. I wanted to brush his feathers along my fingertips and feel their softness against my skin. I wanted to speak to him alone, to be without the company of Sam and Dean.

I wanted this strange man- or angel...whatever he was. I wanted him so much in that moment that it could have left my quivering. He was just so alluring, tugging me into his trap with each breath.

What was I thinking? Did I need to be slapped to knock myself away from these insane thoughts? I’d never felt this way about anyone in my life so why was it beginning with this total stranger who wasn’t even human?

I pinched myself hard on the arm and winced. Maybe that would bring me down to reality, I prayed.

It did. Sort of. While I did skip the rest of the small talk and introductions to walk over to where Sam sat, I couldn’t keep myself focused on the task at hand. My knee bounced in place where I sat on the hard wooden dining chair, which no one noticed. Sam didn’t notice the unusual tremors that made their way through my hands occasionally. He was oblivious to my internal struggle. He couldn’t see how on edge I was, thank God.

And after a couple hours of sitting in the room with these men, my heart racing constantly throughout, I was ready to head to my room and get some well deserved shut eye. The clock struck one in the morning by the time I stood, and the chime of the weird little grandfather clock by the door rung out loudly in my ear like an echo.

“At least now we know where we have to look tomorrow, right?” I asked, stretching my arms high above my head as a loud yawn escaped my lips. Contagiously, the yawn made its way to Dean and it caused me to crack a smile. Tiredly, I ran my fingers through my messy hair, throwing the part to the side and out of my eyes. “Imma head back to my room for the night then.”

“Yeah, thanks for the help, Y/N. Wouldn’t have figured half of this out without you,” Sam piped up, motioning to all the writing and articles we had spread out on the small dining table. I laughed, agreeing with him.

Dean, who laid in his bed only waved to me and called groggily, “See ya, Y/N.”

As I was making my way to the door to leave, I froze. Castiel, who was standing toward the center of the room, had failed to bring in his wings, and unfortunately, they were so magnificently large that they blocked my way. I cleared my throat and peered over at him shyly. He still made my stomach turn loops and my heart to palpitate like I was on a rollercoaster.

Of course I wasn’t going to be rude and move them out of the way myself. That would probably embarrass me and invade his personal space.

He looked over at me curiously, as he had whenever we spoke. Those looks, the ones where his eyes would widen and his lips would part just a bit, his full attention directed at me; those moments made me feel like I would collapse under the pressure. He was just...perfect. To me, at least.

“Yes?”

“Do you mind, you know, moving so I can get by?” I muttered awkwardly, my gaze quickly dropping from his the further my blush no doubt darkened.

He quirked a brow, so did Sam. “There’s like four feet of space between you two-”

“No, I mean- It’s fine, I’ll just,” I said softly before ducking under his wings and straightening on the other side, making sure to carefully maneuver so I hadn’t so much as skimmed his wings with my touch. “Sorry, your wings are just so big and intimidating, I kinda don’t know how to address them without sounding stupid,” I confessed, tugging at the edge of my sleeve.

“Wings? Y/N, what are you talking about?” Dean asked, rolling over to glare at me, my voice obviously keeping him from getting any sleep. I opened my mouth to say something, but I only shut it a moment after, not knowing what to say. What the hell were they talking about? The huge wings right in the middle of the room, sticking out of this dude’s back? For fuck’s sake, they were pretty hard to miss.

The angel, the subject of our conversation, turned to me and stared deeply. I felt so scrutinized under his gaze, and feared for the worse. As I suspected, I must have said something wrong. Something to offend him. “You can see them?”

“Well, of course. They’re pretty distinct, Castiel,” I said simply. I raised my hand to the wing and carefully, very carefully, touched the very edge of one of his feathers. He let out a shaky breath as my fingers skimmed the surface and his eyes shut tightly. “They are so soft and...beautiful. I-I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“No, no. You did nothing wrong, Miss Y/N,” he assured me, but I still felt like there was tension, something bad that he wasn’t telling me. “If you would excuse me, I have business to attend to elsewhere.” And with those being his last words to me, he left with a flutter of his wings and a gust of air.

I felt a rush of emotions tug at my heart, but I mainly was left confused. I turned to look at my friends, who were just as in the dark as I was. My voice broke the silence left by his absence. “So, you can’t see or touch his wings?”

“No. Never met anyone who could.”

“What does that mean for me?”

Sam shook his head and smiled wearily, “I don’t know.”

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After meeting Castiel, it seemed that I was in danger much more than I was before. I would often have run ins with other angels, ones that wanted to hurt me. Sadly, I could do nothing to fight back against them without an angel blade. I was faced with so many terrifying situations that Sam and Dean eventually suggested that I come to live with them in their bunker, which was warded against everything evil , even God’s first creations. They said it was safe for me there, and I couldn’t return home if I was being hunted.

When I asked Castiel why his brothers and sisters were on my back all the time, he merely replied with, “It’s too complicated to explain right now” and that was sufficient enough for him. I never fought him on his answer, knowing that he would tell me when the time was right.

I was, fortunately, given an angel blade and taught the many sigils that would protect me in case Castiel could not make it to me in time. When I went on hunts and I found myself in trouble, at any time, I would pray to Castiel and he promised he would arrive as soon as he could. Typically, it would only take a matter of seconds for him to show at my side.

You could say that Castiel and I grew to hold a special bond. We had a strong friendship, which, although harbored secrets, wasn’t breaking any time soon.

Often, he would visit us and sit in my room with me at night, or when I was alone and the boys went on a dangerous hunt he would join me for dinner, even though he never ate. It was the thought that counted. The thought that he didn’t want me to be alone. He was and would never stop being my best friend. My favorite angel and my best friend.

I still felt that strange tug to him, and I never stopped seeing his wings whether they be extended or tucked away. His voice was deep and rough and so intoxicating that I found myself lost in it when he rambled. And his eyes were like pools of wonder, pools of pure magic that I was perpetually drowning in. But for Castiel, I was more than happy to drown.

Again, I wasn’t the least bit aware of why I felt this way for the angel, but I wasn’t fighting it anymore. As long as he stayed by my side as a friend, I couldn’t complain. Sure, I began to have feelings for him that I probably should not. Ones that I did not have for Sam or Dean or Jack. These feelings were strong and intense and they made my heart feel heavy in my chest.

I was falling in love with an angel. And I hated myself for it.

He was a celestial being, not some play thing for me. He was too high and mighty for me to lust after. To him, I was like a weak child, nothing close to a lover. I was someone he had to protect. A burden, if you wanted to put it that way. He would never love me. He wouldn’t want me the way I wanted him. It was sickening and I wanted to cry when I thought about the reality of it all.

No man has ever been able to make me cry. Not even the most vicious of break ups or the harshest of rejections has left me feeling so empty and broken. Castiel, the inevitable rejection that I would face from him...it left me feeling useless and damaged, like a broken record. These feelings kept playing on and on but it was the same note again and again, and the entire thing was driving me insane.

I sat on the table in the library as Sam researched something about witches and a spell that I didn’t care about it. It was for a mission, only I would not be going on it. I was still injured and recovering from the last one I went on. Castiel offered to heal me, in fact, he begged for me to let him just place his fingers on my head and let his grace do the work. I refused. The pain was a reminder that I needed to be careful.

What if we didn’t have Cas? Then what? We would suffer far worse than we do now. I didn’t want to take advantage of him and his abilities.

Castiel stood by my side, as he did. He rarely left me alone when there wasn’t a crucial task for him to do. It was almost like he was attached at my hip sometimes, and Dean was sure to point it out, more than I liked.

I turned to the angel at my side and smiled softly, my eyes flicking up to his shyly. Even though he was always around and we were comfortable, I still felt shy and nervous around him. It’s hard not to when you’re constantly reminded of how genuinely perfect he is.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

I bit my lip and trailed my eyes to the bunker entrance. “Wanna come with me on a drive?”

“A drive? To where?” he asked, but he was more than ready to come with me. He shoved his hands in his pockets and eyed me curiously. Normally, I didn’t just leave the bunker. I wasn’t really a fan of driving at night either.

I sighed, a gentle hum leaving my lips. “I’m not sure yet. I just know that I want to feel the gas under my feet and the wind in my hair,” I confessed, referring to my beautiful convertible that I stole a couple years ago. Castiel simply nodded and extended his hand for me to take, so he could help me off the table and escort me to the garage. Delicately, I placed my cold hand in his warm one and followed after him, waving to Sam on the way out.

I snatched my keys from the bowl by the door and tugged on my jacket hanging on a hook. It wasn’t freezing outside, but enough that you would get goosebumps if you weren’t careful. He also grabbed a scarf and tossed it around my neck. “You get cold so easily, Y/N.”

“I know, but I don’t want to be stuffy.” Still, I wore the scarf; after all, he was so kind to think of me.

The drive was quiet as I pulled out of the bunker and onto the empty road. The night lights illuminated the abandoned road, and it was blissful. The feeling of being in this car with the rush of wind in my ears, the steering wheel held tightly in my hands, and the love of my life in the seat beside me. I felt the edge of his feathers skin against my shoulder and a soft smile stretched on my cheeks.

“Castiel,” I spoke. He looked over at me, and I took a quick peek away from the road to see the wonder in his eyes. I turned back to the road and let out a breath. “Why is it that only I can see your wings?” I’d asked before, time and time again, and each time, I thought I would receive an answer. Just like tonight.

“You know it’s complicated, Y/N.” The same thing, every time. The vague answer that left me wondering.

“I know. But it just doesn’t make sense. Out of all the humans you’ve met, why only me? Is there something wrong with me?” I questioned. I paused when I came to a stop light and leaned over in my seat a bit, getting a good look at him finally. He was tense, and he wasn’t looking at me now, almost as if he were afraid to face me. So, I continued, “It’s weird that I can’t see any other angel’s wings either, and there are barely any books written on angels since you are so complicated. I worry about it sometimes, what’s happening with me and you.”

The light turned green, and I quickly turned back to the wheel and drove straight across the intersection. He cleared his throat. “It’s because you’re a very special human being, Y/N,” he finally said something I had yet to hear before. “You were born different from other humans, not because of your parentage, but because of a gift my father gave to you.”

“So, you’re saying that this ability I have, to see your wings...it’s because of something God did to me?”

“Yes. He had special plans for you, Y/N. Only a few humans in all of history have ever been able to see an angel’s wings.”

“Well, I know that! I want to know what these plans are. What does this all mean?” I asked, prying once again. He was spilling more knowledge than usual, and wished he would just give me the bulk of it. What could God possibly want with me, a plain hunter from a broke little town in Kansas?

He shook his head and kept his lips sealed once again. I felt defeated, but at least I discovered a bit more about him. “Thank you, Cas. You’re the best friend I could ask for, despite being a secretive little jerk,” I laughed, taking one hand off the wheel to reach over and poke his shoulder playfully.

He exhaled and nodded, but there was something false about his smile that I couldn’t place. Something in his eyes that seemed so pained and miserable. It worried me. God, was I worried.

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Gabriel the Archangel. I was tasked with taking care of him while the others were gone on an important mission too dangerous for my liking. I brought him sweets that he would normally enjoy, ones that Sam had sworn from the house. A bag of dum dums and a bowl of ice cream. He was feeling better these days, and I hoped he was feeling up to eating something.

Sure, angels didn’t need to eat, in fact, most of them hated to. Yet, Gabriel wasn’t himself without a lollipop in his mouth and a little sugar on his tongue.

I sat down at his bedside, just on the edge of his bed and placed the snacks on the table. “Hey, Gabe. Hope you’re feeling better this morning because I’ve brought some goodies,” I said, smiling at him. “Don’t tell Sam, though. He’ll have my neck.” I held out the bowl to him, and he took it.

The thought of being a mere human and tending to an all-powerful archangel was terrifying. But he wasn’t completely full of his grace yet so he was a bit weaker. Just the thought though, of being in his presence was enough to make my mind swell with prideful thoughts, and a few fearful ones.

He took the bowl of mint chocolate from my hands and began munching on the ice cream, much to my relief. He really was back to his old self, minus some of the firepower of course. I popped one of the dum dums in my mouth myself and scooched further on the bed beside my friend so I sat against the headboard next to him, my legs kicked out and my mismatched socks shown proudly.

“Trouble getting dressed this morning, sugar?” he referred to them with a small grin.

“Nope. I just really hate pairing socks after I fold the laundry,” I informed him, to which he agreed. He didn’t have to do laundry, but he would probably hate it too. It’s pretty boring, and we all know Gabriel likes to live life to the fullest.

He eyed me for a moment before looking back down at his ice cream. “So, how come you’re not out with your friends hunting whatever it is they’re busy with?”

“Too dangerous for me. Cas doesn’t like letting me go if there’s a chance I could die.”

“Really? Well, you’re not in the right line of work then, honeybuns,” he chuckled. He wasn’t completely aware of my strange connection with Castiel yet, although he knew we were very close friends. I’m sure he was only joking when he spoke next. “Castiel really cares for you, almost like he loves you. Wouldn’t doubt it, with the way he stares at your ass every time you turn around.”

I choked on my breath, and glared at the angel beside me. He laughed at my stunned expression. “What? I’m only joking. He’s much more focused on your face. He’s always staring at you. Surprised you don’t find it creepy,” he commented. My cheeks flared and I wanted to smack him for making me so embarrassed. It wasn’t Gabriel’s fault for pointing it out, though. He was only messing with me, riling me up like he does so much.

“Are you sure he looks at me differently than everyone else? I mean, he does have a tendency to stare,” I mumbled, fiddling with the stick of my candy.

He was quick to reply with amusement still clear in his soft chuckles, “Yep. Never seen him so entranced. You got him wrapped around your little finger, sugar.”

“Sometimes, I like to think that, but I know it’s not true. He doesn’t care for me that way,” I sighed. The room turned silent under my self-pity, all the self-doubt piling around me. Gabriel remained quiet, obviously waiting for me to elaborate. I felt so pathetic as I told him, “Castiel only cares for me the way he does because he feels obligated to. He told me that I was special, and his father created me for a purpose. I think he just stays around because his dad wants him to protect me. It’s sad, that our friendship might not even be real, but it’s gotta be true.”

“Special?” he echoed. “How so?”

I rolled my eyes at the thought of my ability, which proved to be only trouble for me. “It’s really not much. It’s just that I can see and feel Cas’ wings. No one else can, and I always ask him why and he never gives me a straight answer. It’s actually really frustrating,” I confided.

Once I finished, and Gabriel had a moment to think, to process what I had told him, i could only watch in shock as one of the brightest smiles I’ve seen from him spread across his cheeks. His golden eyes gleamed with a bit of mischief and joy, and it made me feel confused but relieved. At least now I knew I wasn’t in any trouble.

“Well, well, well, isn’t Castiel the lucky one,” he muttered to himself, tossing his head back against the headboard.

“Lucky? How? You know why I can see them?” I was so excited. I felt jolts of energy run through my veins and flood my chest. I found myself leaning forward, now on my knees and close to him, so curious I could feel the questions about to burst from my ears. My eyes found his twinkling ones, and I almost hugged him when he nodded in reply.

“Now, I’m sure my little bro wouldn’t like me telling you this, but seeing as he’s too cowardly to tell you himself, I guess I’ll take it upon myself,” he hummed. “Castiel is your soulmate. You were meant to be together from the very point of all creation, and he has waited hundreds of millenia just to meet you.”

“What?” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. This was news to me. Soulmates? That sounded positively absurd and made up and just something I couldn’t believe. Castiel and I were meant to be together, made just for each other? It sounded like some sappy story my mind would conjure up at night to comfort my unrequited love.

Gabriel sighed and shook his head. “My father created thousands of angels, but it would be cruel to not give them something to look forward to cherishing. So he gave a bit of each angel’s grace to one of his other creations. It’s rare for an angel to ever meet their soulmate, but there are cases in which it happens. Just so happens Castiel met his match.”

Blink. Holy shit. I felt like my heart was soaring, and my mind raced with thoughts a mile and minute. Never in my most wild dreams had I imagined being this important to Castiel. Never did I think we had this intense a connection. I just thought God made a mistake and I could somehow see his wings. I gaped at the archangel and stumbled for words. “Wow. So...I have Cas’s grace in me?”

“Right-o, honeybuns. It’s weaved into your soul.”

“Why wouldn’t Cas tell me? It’s been five years.”

“Could be scared. After you met, I’m guessing you faced a lot of trouble? Angel trouble specifically?” I nodded. “It’s dangerous to be the soulmate of an angel. A lot of people hate Castiel’s guts, if you couldn’t tell. Killing you, or using you to get to Cas would be pretty beneficial to his enemies,” he explained, and suddenly it all made sense.

It made sense why I was so attracted to Castiel from the moment we met, why I loved him so much that it hurt, why he stuck by my side and kept me from harm’s way, why he held me when I cried or when I was scared, why he would do anything in the world just for me.

Castiel belonged with me. He was mine alone. And ever since the beginning, I was all his.

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I found myself, without heed, praying to Castiel that night. I lied in my bed deep into the night with the covers pulled over my head, just repeating the things that Gabriel had told me. Castiel was my soulmate. We shared the same grace. We were one of the same, and we belonged together.

Yet, we were both afraid. Living this life, the way of a hunter, it wasn’t easy. We were pawns of God, and he was playing us into danger with every twist and turn of the path. The problem was, despite with everything spinning around us, I still wanted Cas more than anything. All the warning signs were out the window.

I loved him.

I sat up in bed and pulled at my hair. Being without him, it was hurting me. It made my chest feel tight and my mind to sink into a hole it couldn’t rise from. “Castiel. I need you now more than ever,” I whispered under my breath. I didn’t expect him to hear me, or reply. He was probably too busy with hunting or angel stuff to care.

But then again, I was a part of him that he needed. That he had been waiting millions of years for.

A few seconds later, the flutter of wings and a gust of hair signalled that he had arrived in my bedroom. I peered up at him, standing tall and strong at the foot of my bed. His wings were extended to their grandest span, and he held a dangerous look in his eye. When he scanned over me, and his eyes flicked around the room, realizing I wasn’t in danger, he lowered his guard and tucked in his wings.

“Y/N. What is it you needed?” he questioned, his blue eyes piercing into my own drowsy ones.

“You.”

I never wanted to kiss anyone more than I did in that moment. I wanted to grab him by the collar of his coat and yank him onto me, chest to chest and lips to lips. I wanted to tangle my legs with his and feel the warmth radiate from his form. I wanted to whisper sweet nothings and dirty somethings into his ear, and trail sloppy kisses down his jaw and his neck. I wanted everything so fucking much.

“I-I don’t understand.” He stumbled for words. Of course he didn’t know. But I just prayed he felt the same way.

“The reason I can see your wings, Cas, Gabriel told me everything,” I told him. His eyes widened and his jaw fell slack at my words. A lump was swallowed in his throat as the tension grew in the room. I could cut the air with a knife, it was so thick and heavy, nearly suffocating. I could only imagine what it was doing to the man at my feet. “Why would you keep this a secret from me?”

He closed his eyes and took a minute to get himself together, to gather the words he needed to explain himself to me. I knew it must be hard for him, my poor, sweet angel, and I didn’t mean to pressure him. This was just so important to me. Important for us. I needed to know.

“If you knew, and you lost me, it would hurt you. You don’t need to be burdened by me, Y/N. You are the perfect human being. You are beautiful and kind and smart, and I’m convinced that you could do much better than me,” he confessed, sorrow dripping from his voice. He was pained and angry with himself, but he mainly seemed defeated.

I bit my lip and felt tears spring at the corners of my eyes. They stung, the salty water dripping down my cheeks. No one had ever said something that thoughtful to me. No one ever considered my feelings like this angel, nor had they treated me so well. I furiously wiped off my tears and gazed at him with an unsteady frown.

“Cas, you are the most genuine, kind, gentle person I have ever met in my life, and you have treated me like a princess for years now without a single complaint. I’ve never felt this way for anyone other than you, and honestly, I don’t think I could ever want anyone else.” I let out the breath that I had been holding, feeling my tears start to flow once again, this time in hot, heavy drops.

He leaned forward and wiped them away with both his thumbs, his rough, calloused hands skimming across my cheekbones and beneath my eyes, working their way to sit on either side of my neck, cradling my head in his hands.

“You’re my soulmate, and I have never loved anything more than I have come to love you, Y/N.”

“Goddammit, I love you so much, Cas,” my voice cracked under the pressure. I pressed my hand to my lips and sobbed into it, unable to stop myself anymore. He was so perfect. So special to me. And I could finally have him all to myself. He loved me. He truly and unconditionally loved me.

He lifted my hand from my lips and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. I felt myself leaning closer to him and soon enough, his lips were pressed to mine. His lips were chapped but they were so flawless against mine. It was almost as if our lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle. I reached up to wrap my hands around his neck, running my thumbs up and down on the nape of his neck with feather-like softness.

His lips moved so agonizingly slow against mine, but I’d never experienced this much passion in my life. I tugged him further onto me, our chests pressed together and his wings slowly encircling the both of us in a protective cave. I smiled against his lips and pulled away just enough so that I could speak.

“I love you.”

He let out a shaky laugh. “And I love you, my princess.”

Once again, I pressed my lips to his, and together, we lost ourselves in a world we’d been hiding from since the moment we met. Pure and utter bliss.

[sugar-petals]

Submissive Jungkook

All my ladies noonas, put your hands up!

And everyone else interested in sub!Kook. 

If you have time, join me here for this huge trainwreck of a post.

First: analysis for a general impression

Get ready for some psychology and body language reading

Then: submissive JK in a relationship & in bed 

Drawing inspiration from real life, then comes the fictional element

Without further ado, let’s begin with some awkward throwback

Have you seen the hidden camera prank from Rookie King

Jeon... was lost and in panic

Default reaction when anything sexual happens: freeze and look elsewhere

Bunnies are very timid animals. It’s no coincidence that it’s his nickname besides the physical resemblance

He really is a bunny. JK as a person clings to his idea of polite invisibility or gets defensive using his shenanigans after enduring a whole lot. 

I’ll use the member interactions to show you an example of what I mean. Like when Taehyung tries to get cuddles from him, aggressively so 

Jungkook says Jimin by comparison tries two times, then goes away

But V keeps going and going and going, Kook tolerating it endlessly until he carries Taehyung away 

To me, Jimin has a submissive streak, Taehyung a dominant one. Or at least it came out like that in the situation. Now in which case did you have an actual interaction? The latter. Two subs inevitably part, there’s no incentive while D and S stick like glue. 

Going by this anecdote we can already tell what position’s made for Jeon. Not in terms of Taekook or Jikook or another pairing, but a general attitude. 

Going on the offensive - that’s not his thing except when he goes bowling. But those are pins, not people

Let’s have another example that reveals his mentality and sexual reflexes.

When Namjoon and Jimin talked about the difference between a kiss and a peck, when they asked Jungkook about tongue action

He acted like he was cleaning his body and then, poof! Disappeared

Too pure. Literally.

Playing devil’s advocate: Is he asexual? Nope. The boy was whipped for Victoria from AHL. He was put on the spot cause that’s the only time we see BTS having to act super intimate and even raunchy with girls. Let’s look at that closely.

You can see the full extent of his horniness in body language there

Never did he go all out like that again

But it exposed his entire sexual response pattern

Movements do not lie. Especially when you see the person is in constant unrestricted motion. Body language experts say “the body sings”. And he definitely was really animated. In general, Jungkook’s body language is straight-forward and you’re like “duh”. It’s because he’s very lively which leaves nothing left to guess

He was dancing, jumping, nodding, and clapping when Victoria showed up, biggest bunny smile showing. It was a genuine smile because his eyes followed his mouth. A fake smile is just teeth showing, the rest of the face is still. Meanwhile, Jungkook was eye-smiling his way through the entire episode, pupils wide even with that sunny weather. He side-eyed Victoria countless times, but couldn’t look into her eyes directly. He did the head tilt signature gesture thing which I think is like a “Phew, alright”. 

From then he started taking very deep breaths. His cheeks were also flushed, all that makeup couldn’t hide it. JK constantly fanned himself with his hands, was licking/biting his lips (that’s prep for kissing), and asking for water. He said: “I’m burning up”. “I’m really hot right now.” You’re always hot Kookie ♥

It all fits together: He was in high agreement with the situation, increased heart rate/blood circulation going on. All beyond sheer nervosity because he also expressed eagerness, excitement, and arousal. A person who shows all of these signs in a dense cluster is ready to fuck. Or to get fucked as we will discover now:

He fumbled at his face ALL THE TIME (blocking gesture, trying to hide your reactions in embarrassment), groomed himself, especially eye region/hair and upper body where most attention naturally goes. He propped up his chest, had one hand akimbo to claim space and attention. That’s the peacock JK coming out just a bit. But then his eyes were shyly downcast constantly, what a sub. He also rubbed his hands while doing that (sign of expecting benefit). 

The major thing that gave it away, he presented and touched his neck every so often, covered his eyes, that’s a big submission gesture. He’s not the one looking - he’s being looked at. First, he wanted to be seen, then he felt ashamed, not showing initiative but still kept fanning. Shit was he turned on with nowhere to go. Thank god he had a long shirt. Boy also cooled his neck with the water bottle, whew... erogenous zone out of control.

Like damn, the war of hormone got hold of his ass. 

He even started stress eating all the props hiding in the kitchen

He’s just so adorable, I need a moment

And yes I know. I keep digging up some cringey BTS treasures there. But it’s to show what Kookie does when things are at stake sexually. That was the most visible when confronted with women who’re older than him so far

So here it is: Fight < flight or stay still. It’s not just in AHL, it’s his consistent reaction

Something else that adds to that

He demonstrates high flusteredness paired with dodging all possible interactions, paired with low self-esteem (aka not thinking about yourself in a positive manner). Like when the other boys interacted with the girls he was putting himself down a lot, trying to escape. Suga shows the exact same pattern. Exact same. 

Fearful-avoidant attachment style in psychology 

It’s the hardest attachment style to tackle, it’s neither confident and secure enough to be J-Hope level easy-going

Jungkook needs someone dominant to back him up there and give him, I quote JK himself: “Safety first, safety second, coolness third”

Safety to express himself in particular so all that good erotic energy can go somewhere. His attachment style might be careful but his sex drive, mmmh. It’d grow to be strong and healthy. I think you could easily access him via that route. Especially given that Jungkook is extremely sensitive toward everything physical and learns quickly there

The issue to handle is: Even if he has the dirtiest of thoughts, he doesn’t have the nerve to bring them out completely. It tortures him from the inside. As I said he is very “all in” but lacking release in his behavior

No way on earth you can pair him up with someone equally reserved or anxious. 

Bold extrovert strongly required. 

Though not someone who got the mindset of helping or saving Jungkook from his angsty inner world or overall bashfulness 

Or at worst, playing with that irresponsibly. It needs someone who thinks one step further - it’s about just loving him how he is.

Jungkook likes to be carefree and himself. If he can be unbothered like that everything is fine. The members say he’s really talkative in his comfort zone. Like when he floated on the pool in AHL, he was just himself. Or in that “Jungkook is still a baby” Bangtan Bomb. Or recently in that BTS run episode where he was all sleepy and cuddly.

You have to understand, him being nervous shows much of his investment and desire to do well, but also feeling a bit hindered to show his fun side

And the fearful, insecure attitude anticipates being taken care of by you.

Thus he still doesn’t like to be labeled as the oppa who’s supposed to have everything under control like a true senior. He just can’t and shouldn’t live up to it. Kookie’s just perfect the way he is as a baby boy.

He replicates the relationship of his parents, did you notice. His mom’s calling the shots and his shy dad got chased for his handsomeness. Compare with Victoria analysis above. Sounds familiar? 

I think more and more of his capricious character comes out when you’re being all mommy for Kook, and he’ll love to fool around. The relationship will be very light-hearted.

At some point he reciprocates the care, it’ll be mutual.

He likes feeding others and being fed. Lamb skewers ;) Oral fixation! That can lead to a lot more if you venture into your bedroom

As we know now, his neck is the key.

Imagine pinning him down playfully and leaving some hickeys

While feeding each other some nice dessert. Jungkook can suck your fingers and you’ll steal a bunch of kisses to remove some cream from his chin

The bunny nickname prophecy applies again. After warming up you’ll actually fuck like rabbits. He got the body for it. You’ll be immensely passionate with him. Jungkook, before he even grows into making an expertly smooth conversation with you, can please you like a pro in the sheets it’s incredible

He communicates better between your thighs. Oh Jesus take the wheel, on your entire body. He’ll cup your breasts gently, massage your belly and back, stroke your hair, kiss your forehead, your feet, nose, eyelids.  

Granted, he’ll still be shy, but follows your lead quite enthusiastically

Eagerness and excitement, remember. 

You can ride him good and wild, hands on his - alert, alert - chest

And guide you through your orgasms securely. You’ll reassure Kook how gorgeous he is, so cute and, well. Hot

And he’ll be all smiley and happy.

So

Now you know it

Submissive Jungkook is just absolutely precious.

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day and leave comments if you like. Should I write something like this for another member? Any requests welcome.

[bastardnev]

Do You Want Me To Leave?

Under any other circumstances, Wade would be preparing to hit Neville with some choice comments of his own, usually about his ears. This time, however, was different. For the first time ever, he was hoping that he could actually help him.

based off of the first prompt from this list + takes place the night after payback 2015

i have no idea where the sudden urge to post this came from but!! oh well!! here it is!!

Wade had heard about what happened from Zack.

Originally, he had only caught the tail end of the incident, a clearly upset Neville storming past him in the hall away from the locker room. A red-faced Dolph was heading in the opposite direction, slamming into a door and marching out into the parking lot. A fight had very obviously happened between the two ‘lovebirds’, although for the life of him Wade couldn’t figure out what it was over. They seemingly had a perfect relationship, so what could have gone wrong?

Wade learned the details later on in the night before Raw started. Zack was loitering in catering--a typical Monday night for him--and appeared distracted, like his mind was elsewhere. It didn’t take much probing from Wade to get him to speak.

As it turns out, Dolph and Neville had made plans to hang out the night before following Payback. Dolph insisted on going out and celebrating Neville’s (countout) win. Neville was supposed to wait for him down in the lobby of the hotel that they were staying at. No matter how long he waited, however, Dolph never showed up, nor did he respond to any texts that he was sent. Neville was beginning to worry, wondering if maybe they’d missed each other or--even worse--something bad had happened to Dolph.

Then he checked Instagram.

The very first thing that popped up on his newsfeed was a photo of Dolph out partying with other people. As he continued to scroll, more and more pictures from the night began to pop up, Dolph looking progressively drunker in each one. All that Neville could do in that moment was turn off his phone and head up to his room, vowing to confront him about his nonsense in person the next night.

Clearly, that didn’t go very well. Neville had approached Dolph while he was in the locker room, asking why he felt the need to go out without even sending him so much as a text to let him know that their plans were off. Dolph responded in a way that only he could--aloof and inattentive. He clearly didn’t see this as being that big of a deal, much to the annoyance of Neville. When he pointed this out, Dolph lashed out at him, wondering why he was making such a big fuss out of nothing.

He didn’t stop there, though. Harsh word after harsh word came out of Dolph’s mouth, leaving Neville in shock. He couldn’t even find the words to defend himself as Dolph called him ‘clingy’ and said that he need to ‘just get over it’ and let him ‘have fun for once.’ All that Neville could do was dash out of the room, trying to ignore the gazes of his co-workers who had just witnessed the whole humiliating scene.

This brought Wade to where he was now, rushing through the hallway and trying to find where Neville went. Under any other circumstances, Wade would be preparing to hit Neville with some choice comments of his own, usually about his ears. This time, however, was different. For the first time ever, he was hoping that he could actually help him.

Wade rounded a corner, eyes darting around and landing on some equipment crates shoved in the very back of the hall. There was some space behind them, just enough room for someone to hide. He approached them, listening carefully for any signs that Neville was back there. The closer that he got, the louder the sound of labored breathing grew, as if whoever was back there had been crying.

“Neville?” Wade called out. He moved closer and peered around the side of the crates. Sure enough, Neville was sitting behind them, his face resting in his knees. “Hey, kid, you alright?”

Neville responded by lifting his head up and looking at Wade, wiping at his tear stained cheeks. He stared back down at his lap before saying, “What do you want?”

“I, um… heard about what happened. Y’know, with you and Dolph.” Wade sat down on the floor next to him.

“Who hasn’t?” Neville replied feebly, fresh tears beginning to form in his eyes. “The whole damn company knows about it at this point. I can’t wait until those damn pigs on the dirtsheets catch wind of this. This’ll be their top story for the next three years…”

Wade reached into his back pocket, pulling out the mini pack of tissues that he carried with him and handing it over. “Here, take some of these.”

Neville looked down at it a bit warily. He appeared almost surprised by Wade’s behavior, like he didn’t expect to be comforted by someone who he normally considered an enemy. His damp eyes looked from the pack up to Wade before he slowly took it from him. “Thanks…”

Neither of them spoke for a minute, Neville’s sniffles being the only sounds before Wade finally said, “I’m… really sorry about what happened. You didn’t deserve that. No one does.”

No response. Then again, Wade can’t say he expected any different. The two of them weren’t even friends--it made sense that Neville wouldn’t want to talk to him about something this personal. “Do you want me to leave?” Wade asked. “You probably want to be alone. I’ll leave you be, okay? You can come out when you’re ready.” He made to stand up.

“...Wait.” Neville suddenly grabbed on to Wade’s wrist, causing him to pause. “Stay with me. Please. Don’t leave me.”

“Are you sure?” Wade waited for Neville to nod before he sat back down, leaning back against the wall. He understood that Neville probably needed someone to vent to about what happened, even if that person is Wade. “Tell me what’s on your mind, kiddo.”

Neville took a deep breath, licking his lips before saying, “It just… sucks how this all went down, y’know? If that was gonna happen, I would’ve preferred that it be in private. Everyone saw…”

“It’s horrible. I understand how you feel.” Wade knew that breakups were never fun, but to have a relationship end so poorly in front of your co-workers must be humiliating.

“I don’t get why he had to yell at me like that. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something offensive?”

“No,” Wade said immediately. “You didn’t do anything that warranted that kind of childish reaction. Dolph has always been an asshole with a short fuse. He knows he’s the one in the wrong and doesn’t want to admit it, so he throws a tantrum.”

“He really has always been this way, huh…” Neville sighed. “I was so blinded by his good looks that I barely paid any attention to his little ‘antics’. It’s my own fault that this happened.”

“Now, what did I just say? I told you that you weren’t to blame here. This is entirely Dolph’s fault. He’s a douche.”

“I should’ve seen this coming, though!” Neville gripped the tissues tightly in his hands, the plastic wrapper crinkling. “Looking back at it, everyone around me was basically telling me that he was no good, and I ignored them. I had so much faith him and that he was a good person, and now that’s come to bite me in the ass.”

“So you had faith in your romantic partner, big whoop. That’s a normal thing that people in relationships do. You’re not bad for that, Nev.”

“But it’s so embarrassing… I’m almost afraid to go back to the locker room because I know someone’s gonna make a comment about what happened. I’m not in the mood to listen to any ‘I told you so’s.”

“If anyone says that to you, then I’ll kick their ass.” Wade shrugged. “Simple.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously! You’re clearly upset, and anyone who feels the need to joke about it deserves a swift kick in the ass. I’ll do the honors. Although, I personally don’t think anyone’s gonna say anything.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because no one thinks poorly of you at all. Nev, listen to me.” Wade threw an arm around Neville’s shoulders, scooching closer to him. “I know for a fact that everyone is on your side.”

“...Really?”

“Yes, really. I overheard some people talking about it before. They’re all defending you. Zack’s on your side, Paige’s on your side, Eva’s on your side, I’m on your side…”

“You? You really mean that?” Neville’s eyes widened.

“Nev, I see you as a rival, but… I also don’t wanna see you upset,” Wade admitted. “I don’t want to see you sad, especially over some stupid boy. There’s only one stupid boy around here who’s supposed to bug you this much, and that’s me. I’ll be damned if I let fucking Ziggler of all people take my place. I’ll kick his ass too along with everyone else’s.”

“Heh, I guess you’re right…” Neville sniffled, a small grin working it’s way onto his face.

“Hey, is that a smile I see?” Wade teased, poking Neville’s cheek.

“Stop that.” Neville swatted away his hand, his grin wider this time. “Um… Thanks for listening to me.”

“Of course. I’ve got your back, kiddo.” Wade gave him a pat on the shoulder.

They both jumped at the sound of pyro going off, signalling the start of the show. “Jesus Christ, that’s really loud,” Wade commented. “We should probably be going.” He stood up, offering Neville his hand to help him up. “We have a match to get ready for.”

“Oh, right, we’re facing each other later.” Neville frowned. “Shit, I look like hell. I don’t want the fans to see me like this.”

“Here, come with me to the men’s room. Eva told me about this trick she learned to make it seem like you weren’t just crying. It worked for her, so it’ll probably work for you too.”

“You’re seriously taking beauty tips from Eva Marie? You really do like her, don’t you?”

“Eh, I’d rather not talk about it. It’s complicated. Come on, we don’t have time to waste.” Wade began to walk away from the crates.

“Lead the way,” Neville replied, unable to hide the smile on his face from the fact that--even though there was no reason for them to--they were still holding hands.

Neville knew that this camaraderie between them probably wouldn’t last past tonight, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it for what it was.

[reesesxxpieces-blog]

Spencer James "They are up and at 'em and ready to play while waiting for their daddy to get home from work. Meanwhile, I think I'm mentally still in bed and I might have just poured salt in my coffee instead of sugar. It's gonna be a fun day." 

Johnny William Stepping in the house, the man was literally filthy as he always was after a nights work but still reaching down. "What's this?" He asked of both playfully as he was tickling one of River's clothes feeties before his free hand was at Rhys' side. "Wide awake and ready for trouble, huh?"

Spencer James Standing in the kitchen, Spencer poured out her cup of coffee after realizing it was in fact salt that she’d poured into the mug. Rinsing the mug out before she’d start again as John came in from work. In nothing more than his t-shirt, she leaned against the counter, pouring a cup for herself once again as John’s was already at the edge of the counter without the addition of salt within. “Been at it for at least ten minutes,” she offered, giving him a bit of insight as to what he’d missed that morning which wasn’t much more than what he saw there aside from the diaper change from hell on the little one. “Apparently sleeping with his feet to my throat is how River gets his best sleep and Rhys, well, let's just say his sheets are in the washer already this morning."

Johnny William Hearing the update on his two little guys. He'd smirk softly as his eyes glanced over towards her looking like an absolute Dream in his t-shirt and nothing else like nothing had happened at all. "One of them mornings, huh?" He'd ask, rubbing River's back as he managed to sneak a kiss to the crown of his head and the same for Rhys before he rose to his feet.

Spencer James Unaware of his admiration in that moment, all she felt was a mess. She brought both hands to her mug, bringing it to her lips for a sip before she was nodding her head. "I think they have a conspiracy going on. They've figured me out and now they are just fucking with me at the same times instead of splitting it up," she offered, certain of that which she claimed. As he rose to his feet, she lowered her coffee back to the counter, knowing it was her turn for that greeting.

Johnny William "Maybe...they could have run Morse code cables between their cribs and could be secretly communicating to sabotage." Approaching as he watched her settle down her coffee, his arms extending to sweep around her.

Spencer James Drawn easily into his hold, her face buried into his chest regardless of how dirty he was as her hands found his sides. "I missed you," she confessed through a whisper, breathing him in as she finally felt complete once again, no longer concerned with the conspiracy of their boys or salted coffee.

Johnny William "I missed you too." He'd confess as he felt her at his sides despite that the man was absolutely filthy. Reaching for his collar to draw up his shirt where it could join a laundry pile of things that never would look quite the same.

Spencer James Drawing back from him, she’d let him draw off that shirt, even if she wore some of that debris against the shirt of his that she wore, though she didn’t care and knew better than to try to shower before he got home anyway as she just couldn’t resist the man, dirt and all. Once the shirt was removed, she was back where she belonged, hands to his side, face to his chest as she lifted her chin to find the kiss she had yet to receive.

Johnny William "You got it on you now." He pointed out as she pressed to his chest, hands pushing at her sides in attempt to sweep the dust off of her clothing. Watching as she lifted her chin to him where he'd press his lips to hers.

Spencer James Not remotely bothered by the dirt to her shirt, it probably wasn’t the worst thing she had on it if she was honest. As his lips found her own, her hands tensed there at his sides, finally feeling as though he was really home now that she’d had that kiss that she looked forward to so much. A fit of laughter from the boys in the living room would have her drawing back from his kiss if only to glance over and find them still tangled up in one another, cracking themselves up. “Those boys are something else,” she stated honestly with a light shake of her head, not moving from where she was before him as the side of her face found his bare chest once again.

Johnny William Feeling her draw back at the sound of the laughter, his lips finding her temple as she turned her head before she was at his chest. Lips at her forehead. "How was your night?"

Spencer James Slipping her arms around his back, her hands drew at his lower back as she secured herself against him while keeping an eye on the two on the living room floor. "First few hours were alright until Riv woke up and wanted Paw patrol. The computer got knocked off the bed about 3 a.m. and I'm not sure it's going to live to see another day. The rest of the night, he had his feet in my throat. So I'd say pretty average. How about yours?"

Johnny William Hearing her mention River who had been an absolute handful lately in preparation of the terrible twos. "I'm sorry." He added, still feeling the need to apologize for his son and his bad behavior. "We'll check out your computer to see what's up with it. All else fails, we'll grab a new one..." he stated, a shrug at the mention of his night. "As fun as it sounds."

Spencer James Hearing his apology, it was not necessary, nor would it ever be as she wasn't upset. There wasn't much that little guy could do that would truly upset her as she seemed to understand it all just went hand in hand with figuring out the world and growing day by day. If the computer was broken, she didn't much care, except for the fact that later that night, the same little guy was going to want Paw Patrol and his mother hadn't quite figured out how to work Netflix on the television to make that happen. "I want to hear about it," she urged, drawing back to turn and find his coffee there on the counter top waiting for him. Bringing it to his hands, her eyes lifted to his where a not-so-tired smile was there against her features as the man's presence seemed to be enough to fuel her as he was the very kickstart to the day that she needed.

Johnny William Hearing her urging as she found that coffee. Bringing it to him where he'd glance down into the surface. Grateful for it as he allowed himself a seat at the island counter. "Every night is just like working with a bunch of drunk toddlers. I know I'm supposed to hire the club but goddamn, I need someone with some training, someone who knows what they are doing. I haven't had a single project yet that hasn't required an extension and I don't want to start to build that reputation."

Spencer James As he took his seat and the flood gates opened, he held nothing back as he expressed himself openly with more words than John James typically offered and yet she was grateful for each and every one of them for in them was trust. In them was the very core of a relationship that was perhaps never meant to be. In them was the reality of the lives they led together, functioning together, interested in one another, over a cup of coffee that luckily held no salt. She leaned against the counter, her eyes there to his as her hands cradled her own cup, hanging on his every word as though she could put the pieces together and solve his problems and make his nights better even if she couldn't solve the problem of a toddler's feet kicking into her neck at four in the morning while a dog cried outside of a baby's door to alert her to the scent within. "I'm sorry you are frustrated," she stated honestly as she would not diminish his own ability to solve his own issues, though she had ideas ready to pour forth, yet not in this moment. This was his time, his expression, his opportunity to relieve the weight that resided against his chest and she would be what she thought he needed; a sounding board to reflect his frustrations against, to rid himself of it so that he might be able to relax, to breathe, to enjoy his family until the chime of the alarm would send him through that door again. She'd make no effort at her own cup of coffee as she simply heard him through, drawing a breath as she brought one hand free of the mug to find the calloused fingers that wrapped against the ceramic of his own. Tiny fingers gripped to his thick wrist, a suggestion of support to a man that was surely thought to need very little.

Johnny William Frustration filled his words and created more of them. Thinking he could have gone for about three hours after as he heard her apologize. Seeming to hum unenthused as he appreciated the apology as much as he could as he resolved himself back to who he was. Lips to his coffee cup as he felt her to his wrist. "It's whatever." He'd dismiss deeply, voice rougher than usual with the dust in his throat that was dangerous to anyone let alone him.

Spencer James He said it was whatever, but she knew it was anything but that. With the sound of their children laughing in the open space that joined to the kitchen, she could give her focus to him entirely, which she did without hesitation. She wasn't sure if her apology should have been held, but she couldn't help but feel there was more that needed to be released. She rose from where she had leaned against the counter's surface, no longer needing it to prop her up as there were far more important matters between them. She rounded the edge of the counter to where he sat, her cup of saltless coffee abandoned where it sat, once held by her hands, now vacated as her hands had been called elsewhere. She came behind him, her hands to his shoulders, her lips to the back of his neck. It might've read seduction as she stood bare beneath his shirt behind him, yet it would be anything but that as her fingers took a gentle kneading motion against the tension that existed in his shoulders... in his back... in every inch that she would touch with her fingertips or with her lips. She breathed out against him, deft fingertips working to aide him in any manner she thought might be of some assistance, yet the fact was, she couldn't fix what he faced any more than he could fix that which she faced professionally. Yet fixing it all wasn't what it was about. He didn't need her to fix it any more than she needed him to fix her own. Only knowing that his support meant the world to her in moments such as these when the roles were reversed, therefore she would do for him what she thought best, what she was driven to do, obeying the pull that forever existed in a space where she would never fight against it. Her fingers drew deeper, accessing the root of his tension upon discovery. "Are they requiring your entire crew to be made up of the club or is it possible to bring in skilled laborers to keep things on time? Something to take some of the weight off of you and save the reputation so that the latest project doesn't become the last?" she asked, her lips pressing to the base of his neck as she concluded her question, easing such a question in as a potential suggestion though they both knew her knowledge of the field was below minimal, yet she'd learn what she needed to learn if only to converse with the man and be of some assistance to him when the weight of the world outside of these four walls felt too heavy, to help him carry a load that did not bear her name for it bore his and it was enough to make her wish to.

Johnny William It wasn't whatever. He had a million more complaints but for what purpose would they serve in truth? Still, it was weeks worth of complaints building up all at once as she approached and found his back. Knowing she had had quite the night herself but she was always selfless as ever. Closing his eyes briefly as he heard her question. "If it was up to me, I'd bring in skilled labor to lead each team but they'd never listen. The club is about seniority. They don't listen to someone who hasn't paid their dues." he'd remind her, still not sure how to work this out. "All I know is that I get tired and I get bitchy because they got all the free time in the world to fuck around and take extra time and do things over again but I don't. Every minute away from here is a minute away from my sons and I don't have the patience to fuck around anymore."

Spencer James As he began to speak again, she couldn't be sure how much the man would have to say, but the flow of information had her warming inside as she pressed another kiss to the back of his neck as her hands worked against him. If there was one thing she did understand, it was seniority as it existed in every walk of life. It was something she could imagine and picture, though she wasn't entirely sure how it was that her husband of all people was without a voice. "Then maybe you need to find the middle. Someone with more of a voice than you hold right now that might be able to speak to what the crew's needs are. A voice that will be yours, yet delivered by another, to get things done. The club stands to gain from it, but sometimes you gotta find someone bigger to do the bidding. Green talks, so maybe a payoff would help sway an opinion or two," she suggested, knowing he knew she wasn't above a take or ten, the higher the better, as it would quickly put anyone's loyalties and convictions into question. "Sometimes we need a little help to get something done," she added in a whisper, her voice remaining soft even through that natural rasp that was only worse in those early morning hours. Her hands worked down his back as she felt tiny hands to the back of her thigh, prompting her to turn her head and flash a smile down to Rhys who was using her to pull up against. "John," she whispered, as there appeared to be a new trick taking place right there behind them, not entirely sure how he'd be able to manage the view of it without her moving at all, but as she stood to be Rhys' balance in that moment, she'd remain as still as possible. "Look at this," she urged as Rhys took to his knees, pushing up against his foot to try to find himself in the same upright position his mother held before him, attempting to stand at his full height for the first time in his life.

Johnny William "I'm not talking about my voice. I'm saying they won't listen to a laborer leading teams because they aren't part of the club. I sign their paychecks." He reminded her as that was far from what he was talking about. He demanded respect from all walks and by all means, he was one to be feared as that wasn't even close to the truth. A shake of his head as he absolutely was not paying anyone off. Sighing low as he settled into silence before the call of his name. Not sure what she was after before she mentioned looking over. Leaning up to look over towards Rhys who was finally about to do it. "Uh oh, Rhysies." He'd state gently, the boy recognizing that nickname as neither wanted to touch him to see if he could pull it off.

Spencer James Understanding how she had gotten it all wrong, it wouldn't be the first or the last time that the woman had misunderstood something in her attempts to help, but the desire was still there just the same. The conversation fell short by the distraction of a little boy exactly two weeks from his first birthday rising to one foot and then pushing against the other a moment later. Spencer held her breath as she kept her eyes down to the little guy, not sure she'd ever experienced anything quite like this in all of her years. She bit against her lower tier, watching as he found that second foot and grunted as he pushed his weight up, holding onto Spencer's leg for dear life. Slowly drawing one hand from John's back, she'd reach down slowly to keep her hand hovering against the little one's back, barely touching him, but there to save him from the fall that would surely take him when he came face to face with the reality of gravity. "What are you doooing?" she asked, her other hand tensing into John's back, not sure what she was to do to help the little one as River caught on to what was happening and squealed in delight at the sight of his brother standing up, prompting a round of laughter from his lips as he clapped his hands loudly, jumping up and down as his excitement was pure and unrestrained.

Johnny William "Rhys." Looking back towards the boy as his brother clapped for him. Joining in the same to show his excitement that the little guy seemed to recognize his accomplishment. Thinking his mom was going to lose it yet still so happy he was home to see it. "Look at that big boy." He'd remark, smiling down at him.

Spencer James A part of her wanted to pick him up in that very moment to save him from falling, but she knew she had to let him stand. As he found both feet and found his full height, his eyes were instantly to his father, then his brother, then his mother, almost checking to be sure everyone saw what he was doing until he released his hands from her leg to clap for himself as his brother and father were doing for him while Spencer continued her efforts to remain entirely still. All at once, in what seemed to be slow motion, yet a motion that even she could not stop, he fell backwards against his bottom, laughter spilling from his lips as his clapping continued. In a quick shift, Spencer was on her knees in front of him as he took what was his first stand directly followed by his first fall, nearly inspecting him for injury though it was clear the child was more than alright. Her hands slipped under his arms as she lifted him against her, his feet finding the floor once again as she supported him to her chest. "What did you do, Rhys? What did you do?" she asked, as though he would tell her, as though she had not just seen it. She pressed a kiss to his neck as his toes pushed against the floor, demanding he be let to do it once again. Lifting her head, she'd look up at John, shaking her head as she couldn't be the one to support it again. "This one's all you daddy," she assigned as she couldn't even trust herself with it, but her trust in John was endless in all things, but of the greatest measure when it came to his boys.

Johnny William "Good job, bud." Watching as he applauded for himself before landing on his butt while John didn't move. Knowing he was fine as his instant reaction was laughter. Watching the two before she assigned him the task. "He's fine. Just take his hands and let him support himself." He instructed, wanting her to do this for her first time and while it would be his own as well as he wasn't there for River standing, it seemed an important thing for the two.

Spencer James With her hands to Rhys' back, she shook her head no as John told her what to do here. It was as though he was the infant in the hospital the first time she'd been offered to hold him, refusing, too afraid she might break him. Things were changing and as excited as she was for it, she was terrified at the same time. River screamed out as he ran over, ready to take the little one's hand and help him out himself which would be the one thing that would have Spencer interjected upon. "It's okay, Riv. I'll help him and you can help me," she offered, bringing one hand to River's to place his little hand against her own shoulder. "Can you hold here and help me be strong for brother?" she asked, involving River in the safest manner she could think of as uncertainty resided in her eyes as she looked up to John. Bringing her now freed hand to one of Rhys', she brought her other hand to his other as she glanced to River. "You got me?" she asked, assuring he understood his job to which River nodded his head excitedly. Drawing back a bit from Rhys, she'd give him the space to press his feet to the floor and stand tall with the security of his mother's hands there in his at which point River failed in his job as he started clapping once again.

Johnny William Watching as River quickly fell apart, John was standing. Standing behind Spence just to get a look at the little boy as he began. Drawing out his phone as he managed a quick photo yet willing to live the moment himself as he placed the phone back down to live it

Spencer James Feeling the shift of John there behind her, she'd hear the sound of a photo being taken, glad he was able to think that far because she was entirely too engrossed in what was happening to think they might want pictures of this moment. Face to face with the little man, he lifted one foot and put it back down, stomping with all of his might before his knees gave out to the weight of him and he fell there in her hold, yet this time would not meet the floor giving her the opportunity to laugh this time as she drew him into her arms and hugged him tightly as River started stomping his feet too as though to show his brother how to walk as he started stomping through the living room and kitchen. Rising to her feet, she turned into John, passing the boy to his father as she felt the moisture taking the corners of her eyes. "I can't. He's getting too big. I don't know how this happened." Complaining as it all came to her at once as to what had just happened there, she had no idea how long they would have until he was completely mobile, but his determination seemed to be the best and the worst of his parents meaning it wouldn't take him long at all and would round a close to the baby times and open up an entirely different world, a world that River dominated and couldn't wait to welcome his brother into.

Johnny William Watching her as she passed off Rhys into his hands, he could only watch her knowing the motions she was going through as he held onto Rhys. Kissing the tip of his tiny nose where per usual he was complaining about the feeling of his father's facial hair too close to his skin. Free arm sweeping out for his wife as he had no words of comfort and all he could do was hold onto her.

Spencer James Where John could manage holding both Rhys and herself and sometimes River in that mix as well, Rhys took up all of her arms these days and made it nearly impossible for her to manage much more than just him, therefore passing him off to John and then taking up that space at John's side where she'd bury her face against his side was the best fit as the man seemed to be able to hold the weight of the world and the weight of his family all within his arms at the same time. She'd control her emotion for the time being, the moisture at the corners of her eyes not amounting to too much, yet she felt that tension swelling within her, bound to release at some point in time. John's chest was still bare as dirt clung to the rest of him while Spence remained in only his shirt that she'd slept in while the boys were still in their feetie pajamas, promising the early start to the day would be just the beginning of Rhys' attempts at growing up far too early for his mother's liking, though in truth he was right on point with others his age, taking those monumental steps that she'd never truly be ready for.

Johnny William Knowing River was on the floor and probably getting antsy at the prospect of being kept out of this, he'd glance down to see him on the floor. Assuring he knew that he saw him as he gently rubbed his hand over his wife's back. Knowing he needed that shower but it could wait for that moment. "But he's always going to be your baby regardless." he reminded her as he looked down towards Rhys now reaching for his mom to see what was wrong.

Spencer James As John spoke to her, her eyes lifted to him as a tiny fist grasped the longer strands of hair at his mother's head, pulling against her as if he wanted to be the one to hold her yet his wingspan couldn't support her frame quite yet. Her eyes drifted from John's to Rhys' where she'd smile at the little one who tugged at her hair so affectionately, prompting a laugh from her lips as she leaned into that touch if only to keep it from hurting. "Okay, okay," she offered, slipping in closer to Rhys, yet allowing John to keep control of him as she wanted both of them in that moment before she'd feel another set of hands at the back of her legs, pulling at the hem of her shirt making her suddenly aware at the lack of shorts beneath it. Turning, she reached down to lift up River who was demanding what was turning into a family rally around Rhys, or maybe it was around John, but either way, River knew his place was there in the center of it all. She brought him up to his father's other side, willing to give up the feeling of John's arm around herself if it meant he could have both of his boys at the same time after he was the one that had worked through the night to get to come home to this family he built. John's words ran through her mind, knowing they were true, and yet all she saw before her was a growing boy that was demanding his own place in the world, knowing somehow that it began with being able to rise to his own feet, to stand his ground, and to stomp until something happened. Bringing her free hand to her own eyes, she'd wipe it away as she came back down from the emotions that threatened to take her, not wanting to fall apart there in front of either of the boys as this was meant to be happy and all she felt was sadness that they wouldn't quite understand, even if John did.

-May 17, 2017