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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 34

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Possessiveness.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] [Warning: Mentions of Violence/Wounds Unrelated to Sex]

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Sirius dropped by to tell you your Order duties. “You’re to help Molly clean out the spare bedrooms on the seventh floor. No one’s cleaned them in years.”

You wrinkled your nose.

Seeing your less-than-enthused reaction, Sirius said, “C’mon. You pledged to be a member of the Order.”

“Then what about Rowan?” you asked.

From behind you, Rowan’s voice floated out. “Leave me out of this.”

Sirius grinned. “Well, I’ll leave him be, since he’s not a full member. But if Molly ends up roping him in anyways, I can’t save him.”

Rowan’s voice floated out again. “Much appreciated.”

Sirius looked back at you. “Also, you’re to help with Operation Escape tonight.”

“Operation Escape? Sounds like a clandestine mission.”

“It is. A group of Order members are going to Harry’s house tonight to break him out.”

“Break him out? Why? Is he not safe there anymore?”

“Didn’t you hear? Dementors went after him.”

“Dementors! Is he all right?”

“Yeah. He was able to cast a Patronus Charm and save himself and his cousin.” For a moment, Sirius’ dark eyes glinted proudly. But the next moment, his eyes took on a darker gleam. “And I’m going to find the bastards behind the attack and make them pay for it.”

You lifted your eyebrow at Sirius. “Aren’t you supposed to be keeping your head down? Dumbledore said that you aren’t supposed - ”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Sirius sighed. “But I didn’t escape Azkaban just to shut myself away in this hellhole. Anyways, you’ll be on the mission tonight. So, be ready.”

* * * * * * * * * *

At ten o’clock that night, you made your way up to the rooftop of Grimmauld Place. Everyone had already gathered around a couple of thestrals and a handful of broomsticks and were pairing off. As you were new to the team, you stood there awkwardly. Everyone already seemed to have set partners: Mad-Eye and Mundungus, Bill and Fleur, Emmeline and Hestia…

Just then, Remus appeared at your side. “Shall we take a thestral together? Since I can see them, I can promise you I won’t let you fall.”

The half-moon light was shining down on Remus and the silver light accentuated his scars. You could clearly identify the newer scars on his jaw and cheek. I know they’re new, because years ago, I spent night after night tracing his scars lightly and curiously until, before I knew it, I’d committed them to memory.

Things haven’t changed for Remus, have they? you thought. He still lets Sirius use him. I pleaded with him so many times to value himself more, and he still doesn’t.

You quickly shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of your memories. Only, it looked like you were shaking your head at Remus as you muttered, “No, thank you, I prefer a broom.”

Keeping your head down, you walked past Remus. You were so intent on walking past him that you bumped right into Tonks.

“Wotcher!�� she cried out, as she grabbed you by the arm to stop herself from falling.

“Sor - ” you began to apologize, when Tonks asked you, “Oh, is something the matter between you and Remus?”

You blinked. Before you could even say anything, Tonks said, “He’s only trying to watch out for you, you know. Since you just joined the Order and all that.”

“Oh…”

Tonks looked over your shoulder at Remus. You saw an affectionate smile appear on her face as she murmured, “I guess he is a bit awkward at first, though, huh? He’s shy, is all.”

“Oh,” you said again.

Mistaking your expression as one of worry, Tonks remarked brightly, “Don’t be worried - that’s all I’m saying!”

Feeling that it was dishonest to let Tonks go with the impression that you didn’t know Remus at all, you pieced together your scrambled brains enough to admit, “He’s not a bad person. I know that.” Only, you spoke so quietly that Tonks didn’t hear what you said.

“Huh? I didn’t catch that.”

You cleared your throat. “He’s a good person. I would never say otherwise. It’s only that – Well, I’m not very close to him. That’s all.”

“Well, he’s great. Just you wait until you get to know him better.” With a small wave, she walked away.

You watched as Tonks went ahead. Remus, seeing Tonks coming, beckoned to her. She lifted her arms and Remus helped her up onto a thestral. You turned away and silently picked up your broomstick.

* * * * * * * * * *

Playfully, Tonks said to Remus, “I think you scared the newcomer.”

“Hm?” Remus replied, as he tested out the reins.

“I think you scared her,” Tonks repeated, nodding over at you. “Don’t worry. I came to your defense.” She laughed lightly. “You can be so awkward, Remus. But I like that about you.”

Remus watched as you mounted your broom. You tilted your head up to gaze at the night sky.

For a moment, Remus recalled lying with you in your bed and telling you in soft whispers about all of the different constellations in the Ravenclaw dorm room ceiling… It felt like a different life entirely.

So, Lovely doesn’t want to be around me anymore, Remus thought. It’s just as well. Why would she want me around her? We have little relation to each other now.

Still, Remus was worried about you. The last time he had seen you at Hogwarts, you had been struggling with harboring a Nine-Tailed Fox within your soul.

What happened in the kitchen the other night, when she was furious with Sirius and suddenly collapsed… It made me think that she’s still dealing with some kind-of illness, Remus mused. I want to help her, but she doesn’t seem to need my help anymore. She has Scamander. She clearly prefers Scamander. And that’s all as it should be.

However, Remus wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but even as he watched you now, you seemed lonelier than ever. Two years ago, when you had met Remus at Hogwarts again, as professors, you had said to Remus that you had forgiven him and could be his friend again.

Only now, after you’d abruptly departed Hogwarts without a good-bye or word of explanation, and come back, as a member of the Order, Remus thought that something about you had definitely shifted. Right now, sitting on your broomstick and quietly staring up at the distant stars, you seemed much colder in your demeanor than you’d ever been before.

Even though Scamander is by her side, I have to wonder if Lovely’s all right, Remus thought. She just doesn’t seem like herself anymore.

“Remus? Are you ready to take off?” Tonks asked, jolting him out of his thoughts. “I just saw the first set of fireworks go off.”

“Right. Thanks, Nymphadora.”

“Sure thing. And hey - ” Tonks playfully flicked the back of Remus’ neck, making him shiver. “What did I say about calling me Nymphadora in front of other people, hm? You did that this morning, too, in the kitchen.”

“Ah, right,” Remus realized. “Sorry. I’ll be more careful.”

The second set of fireworks went off.

“Hold on tight now, Nympha - Tonks,” Remus quickly corrected himself.

“‘O’ for effort, ‘T’ for execution,” Tonks joked. She hugged Remus tightly as the thestral reared and took off into the sky, flapping its magnificent, leathery wings.

You ended up partnering with Kingsley Shacklebolt. You tailed his broomstick up into the sky.

In your soul, the Nine-Tailed Fox mused lazily, Oh, flight… This is nice. It’s been a while since I’ve taken to the air. She sighed. You have such a limited life, you know. And you don’t even know how to converse with the stars. How odd your limitations are.

You didn’t reply to the Fox, but when she lapsed into soft humming, you were grateful for her company. However, as the night air whooshed past you, you became aware of a different coldness growing within you, and you knew that the snow was starting to fall once more within the depths of your soul…

* * * * * * * * * *

Only Tristan and Rowan occupied Grimmauld Place that night. Cas was sending orders to MCUSA, Magdalene was preparing a proposal for the International Department, Susana was secretly tailing the dementor with the Obscurial within it, Molly and Arthur had returned to the Burrow for the night, and everyone else was on the rescue mission. Your mother, while she still resided at Grimmauld Place, had resumed her day job (with the help of some Wizard-fabricated documents explaining her absence), so she had left at five in the morning and she still had not returned by ten at night. She was not yet aware that you were at Grimmauld Place.

Tristan and Rowan were sitting in the kitchen, drinking whiskey. As Rowan had once declared, it was the only thing they shared the same taste in.

“So,” Tristan said, “what’s this I hear about you not being a proper member of the Order?”

Rowan shrugged. “It’s true. I’m not. There’s nothing to it.”

Tristan gave Rowan a doubtful look. “But why wouldn’t you be? You don’t believe in the cause?”

“Of course I believe in the cause. Voldemort’s a nutjob, we all know that.”

“Then - why not join the Order for real?”

Rowan sighed. “What the hell is this? An interrogation? Getting me drunk and then asking me everything you want to know?”

“Not at all. I don’t need to interrogate you – or get you drunk, for that matter - to know what’s going on with you.”

Rowan snorted, unimpressed. “Trying to get me drunk wouldn’t help, anyways. I’m much better at holding my liquor than you are.”

Tristan coughed politely. “I think our night out in Paris proved otherwise.”

Rowan flushed. “That doesn’t count. I’d already drank several rounds with the French Vice President before you’d arrived.”

“I know,” Tristan replied smartly. “I had to pull you out of there before you botched up a year-long international diplomacy mission.”

“I was doing just fine on my own,” Rowan retorted stubbornly. “Besides, it wasn’t a real diplomacy mission. I only went as a stand-in, as a favor to Mag.”

“And I went after you and rescued you as a favor to Mag,” Tristan replied quickly.

Rowan shrugged. “I guess Mag was busy that night.”

“Anyhow,” Tristan pressed, as he was not easily distracted, “you didn’t answer my question: Why aren’t you a full member of the Order?”

Rowan ignored his question and merely said, “Always so damn talkative. Will you quit asking stupid questions and let me enjoy my drink in peace for once?”

Tristan pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. As he put his watch away, he stated, “Rowan, believe me when I say that I don’t at all enjoy wasting my precious time arguing with you. I am asking you these questions because I am trying to get you to open up your thick skull, for once.”

Rowan looked over at Tristan. “Then just say it straight. I hate when people talk in circles.”

Tristan, who had been resting his feet on the chair besides his, kicked the chair back and sat up to face Rowan. “Fine. I’ll say it straight.” He leveled a steady look at Rowan. “You’re being a coward. You can’t even commit yourself to the things you believe in so long as you think your parents did it first. You don’t want to join the Order outright because your parents are close to Dumbledore and you don’t want to be seen as Dumbledore’s pawn - which is how you see your parents - and which, by the way, is a conclusion that I adamantly disagree with. You don’t want to become a full-fledged Magizoologist because you feel that you’ll never be as good as your father. You don’t want to join MCUSA, either, because you don’t think you’ll live up to your mother’s reputation. You won’t commit yourself to the woman you love because you think you can’t protect her from the craziness of the world you have to live in. I know what happened with Magdalene. That wasn’t your fault, Rowan. You did everything you could to keep that story out of the press - ”

Rowan suddenly interrupted, through gritted teeth, “What’s your point?”

Instead of becoming defensive, Tristan’s eyes softened, as he looked at Rowan. Still, his voice held no mercy as he said truthfully, “If you keep holding back because you’re afraid of disappointing the world, you’re going to lose all the things that are important to you.”

Rowan kept his eyes on his whiskey glass. However, his hold on the glass was so strong that his knuckles were white and the glass was in danger of shattering to pieces. Still, always the expert at faking composure, all Rowan said was, “Fine. I appreciate the warning. But my life is none of your business, Tristan. You just stick to your lane, all right? Besides, I don’t see you succeeding with the woman you love, either.”

Tristan lifted his eyebrow at Rowan. “So, you realize that I’m in love with Cas?”

Rowan scoffed. “Anyone with eyes can see that, Tristan. You’ve been in love with her since day one. It’s the only reason I haven’t cursed you off the face of the earth for sleeping with my woman.”

Tristan gave a quick shrug of his shoulder. “Cas doesn’t see it. She’s told me multiple times that I don’t love her.”

“Then she’s a bloody fool,” Rowan said decidedly.

Tristan didn’t respond to this comment right away. It was only after he downed his glass of whiskey that he stated, “But I’d rather she didn’t believe me. There’s a better guarantee for a future for her when she’s far away from me. I appreciate that she knows that instinctively. Truth be told, I love that part of her more than I love any other part of her.”

Rowan stared confusedly at Tristan. “Doesn’t that mean that she’ll always deny you?”

Tristan replied easily, “Yes, it certainly does.”

“And that doesn’t scare you or frustrate you?” Rowan wondered.

Tristan slowly shook his head. “No.” He smiled ruefully at his empty glass as he admitted, “It’s Cas, after all. There’s nothing that woman could do to change the fact that I love her to pieces.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Of course, the fact that it was only Tristan and Rowan at Grimmauld Place that night meant that Sirius was also absent. After pretending to go feed Buckbeak, Sirius escaped by climbing down the window of Grimmauld Place, (as he had done many times in his youth.) Sirius decided to go to Privet Drive.

Like Cas, Sirius excelled at Tracking Spells. It was how he had managed to find Peter Pettigrew right after he learned of Peter’s betrayal of Lily and James.

Now, starting from Privet Drive, Sirius managed to track the past presence of the two dementors that had been sent after Harry… all the way back to the residence of a Death Eater named Antonin Dolohov.

You bastard. You’ll pay for putting my godson’s life at risk, Sirius growled in his mind. Then, Sirius burst into Dolohov’s home, aggressively breaking all of the magical barriers that Dolohov had cast around his mansion.

Sirius successfully ambushed Dolohov and nearly managed to Stun him, when Dolohov, as a last resort, pressed the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark branded on his inner arm.

There was a rush of dark wind – suddenly, no less than four Death Eaters were standing in front of Sirius. They all raised their wands and shouted spells at Sirius.

“Protego Maximus!” Sirius’ shield was impressive, deflecting three of the curses aimed at him. However, the fourth curse managed to rip through the weakened shield and catch Sirius in his arm.

Sirius groaned as an extremely deep gash appeared in his arm. Blood quickly began to drip down his arm.

“Got you now, you Mudblood-lover!” Dolohov crowed, lifting his wand to finish off Sirius.

At that moment, a figure burst in through the door. It was Susana, who had been lying low and spying on Dolohov, for Dolohov was housing the dementor with the Obscurial in his basement. Susana knew that the true risk was not the four Death Eaters standing before them, but the Obscurial in the basement, who was slowly beginning to respond to the magical energy exploding from the fight and would, given only minutes, expand and burst in reaction.

“Who the hell are you?” Dolohov snarled.

Instead of answering, Susana brandished her wand in a complicated, but incredibly quick motion. “Volare ignis!” she shouted.

A black rope of fire appeared. The four Death Eaters gasped, for it was Dark Magic the likes of which they thought only Voldemort could produce. Susana controlled the rope so that it lassoed all four Death Eaters together.

The Death Eaters screamed:

“What in hell?”

“Ah, it burns!”

“I can’t cut through it!”

While the Death Eaters fought fruitlessly against the rope, Susana ran over to Sirius, grabbed him, and Disapparated.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Ahh!” Sirius groaned as Susana barely managed to get him inside of Grimmauld Place. He was in terrible pain.

“Easy there, Black,” Susana said, as she heaved him forward.

Gritting his teeth against the pain coursing up and down his bleeding arm, Sirius finally stumbled over the entranceway. Susana managed to hold him up, but they had to stop as Sirius clutched onto the wall of the hallway for support.

“Here!” Susana barked out loudly. “We need help here!”

“Ugh!” Sirius groaned again.

At that moment, Grimmauld Place was full of people. The Order had just successfully brought Harry here and were celebrating his safe return.

Hearing Sirius’ scream, everyone fell silent, however. It was Remus who immediately recognized - “Sirius!”

Remus dashed off down the hallway, with Tonks and Harry hot on his heels.

When Sirius came into view, Harry gasped, “Sirius!”

Sirius lifted his head for a moment. “Harry,” he breathed out. Then, he collapsed.

Susana barely managed to catch him.

“Sirius!” Harry yelled.

At that moment, you and Rowan appeared in the hallway. Coming forward, Rowan helped Susana lay Sirius down on the ground. Remus and Harry crouched over them to see Sirius, but they accidentally blocked out the light.

“Back away!” Rowan commanded. Turning to you, he said, “I need you to bring me two clean cloths, bandages, Dittany, a bowl of warm salt water, a Numbing Potion, and three herbs: calendula, menthe, and ocimum tenuiflorum. Can you do that for me?”

You raced off. Remus and Harry stayed with Sirius, but Tonks came with you. She was a great help, easily Summoning the Dittany, the Numbing Potion, the cloth, and the bandages, as she knew where they were and you didn’t.

You ran into the room where Molly had started to stockpile all sorts of healing potions and ingredients. You quickly rummaged through, thanking Severus in your head for all of the knowledge he’d unintentionally transmitted to you in those ten years where he had been your incredibly unwilling, yet generous, partner.

Meanwhile, Tristan appeared in the hallway. His brow furrowed as he instantly recognized, “Susana, your disguise is wavering. You’ve used your magic, haven’t you?”

With downcast eyes, Susana reluctantly nodded.

Tristan held out his hand. “Come here. We’ve got to replenish your shields, then. I can feel the Dark Magic bleeding out of you.”

Susana stood up. She was careful to gently rest Sirius’ head on the ground before coming over to Tristan. “I’m sorry, Master,” she murmured.

“No. I’d be a fool not to recognize that it was an emergency,” Tristan said. “I’m simply concerned for you. Come with me now.”

Susana followed Tristan down the hallway.

Just then, with a shout of “Here!”, you came skidding back into the hallway with a bowl of warm salt water and all of the ingredients that Rowan had asked for. Tonks returned only seconds after you, holding all of the other materials.

Rowan rolled up his sleeves. His eyes burned intensely, displaying his incredible focus. His hands were amazingly steady as he expertly treated Sirius’ wound.

Remus wiped Sirius’ face with a cool cloth. Then, standing back so as not to get into Rowan’s way, Remus put his arm around Harry reassuringly as they waited for Sirius.

You helped Rowan as much as you could, mixing the herbs with the water as necessary and applying the Dittany yourself as Rowan held Sirius carefully in place. Tonks assisted, too, by having the cloth and bandages at the ready.

Finally, Sirius’ arm had been purified, treated, and bandaged. Remus gently pulled Sirius’ uninjured arm over his shoulder and helped Sirius up to his bedroom. Harry followed.

When Sirius noticed Harry walking along behind him, Sirius murmured, “What’re you doing, acting all careful around me? Come up here, squirt. I want to see your face. I want to see how badly the stupid Dursleys have starved you.”

“Sirius,” Remus chided, “don’t talk to Harry like that.”

But Harry grinned and came loping forward. “The Dursleys were terrible. Honestly, I was kind-of relieved when the dementors came and found me. I reckon they make for better company than Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley.”

Sirius grinned. “Atta boy, Harry. That’s the spirit. Way to be optimistic.”

“Terrible. You’re both terrible,” Remus said, only he couldn’t help except to break into a soft laugh.

* * * * * * * * * *

Back in the hallway, Tonks waved her wand to clean up the mess on the floor. Then, gathering up the Potions bottles in her arms, she went back to the storage room.

Rowan let out a hard breath and slumped back against the wall. “I didn’t expect to have to do that tonight.”

“You were amazing,” you said, speaking quite honestly.

Rowan shook his head. “I only did what had to be done. Anyone would have done the same.”

You admired Rowan for his reply, but you weren’t quite sure how to respond to it. Finally, you reached your hand down and offered, “Come on. I’m sure you’re tired. Let’s go up.”

Rowan took your hand and stood up. For a moment, the two of you stood in the hallway, very close together and holding hands.

“Rowan?”

“Hm?”

“Did you drink whiskey?”

“Yeah.”

“You did?”

“Do you need proof?” Rowan lifted his eyebrow as he looked down at you.

“I’d like some, yeah,” you replied, rather cheekily.

Rowan grinned, knowing what you wanted from him. He leaned down and kissed you.

You felt the warmth of his mouth on yours and the lingering burn of the whiskey he’d drunk.

“Yeah, I can taste it,” you whispered. You pressed yourself to Rowan. As you slipped closer to him, your head fell back slightly so that you could kiss him deeply.

Rowan slid his hands into your hair and drew you tight to him. “Mm,” he breathed out. “Is this my reward for doing some good today?”

You laughed. “Yeah, you can think of it that way, I guess. You were really impressive. And you’d just had some whiskey, too, apparently. How were your hands so steady?”

“My hands are more steady because of the whiskey.” He sighed. “It’s a bad aspect of me.”

“Well, as long as you don’t overdo it,” you returned. “And I’ll be there to snatch it away from you as needed. I don’t mind a spot of whiskey myself, you know.”

Rowan smiled at you. He seemed quite tired, however, as he put his arm around your shoulders and started to lead you down the hallway.

You looked up curiously at him, wondering what was on his mind, but he didn’t say anything more as the two of you made your way back to the bedroom.

* * * * * * * * * *

That night was a memorable night. The scent and burn of whiskey matched Rowan so well - his freckles, his ginger hair, his intense brown eyes, and the easy, yet rough way in which he touched and held you. Besides that, Rowan was tired. In some ways, making love with Rowan when he was tired was lazier and slower, and he certainly made you take the lead much more than usual. However, in other ways, his being tired simply meant that his restraints were loosened so that, even though Rowan was a bit sloppier in his movements, he was more fervent and passionate than ever.

In fact, the two of you had meant to go straight to sleep. Only, as you got into bed together, you’d rolled over to him and given him a good night kiss. You pressed your mouth to his warmly, and he lazily slung his arm around your waist and held you as he kissed you back. The kiss lasted longer than it was meant to, and you found yourself having to put your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Rowan’s other hand drifted loosely down your body, tracing your curves, until his hand came to rest on your thigh. He found himself softly squeezing your thigh in his large, warm hand – and then, before you knew it, you had shifted your legs open a bit…

“You’re not sleepy at all, are you?” Rowan murmured, with his mouth still pressed against yours.

“Well…” You tried to shrug it off.

But Rowan squeezed your thigh and whispered, “Don’t pretend. Kissing me so sweetly and opening your legs for me like this – and you want to pretend that you want to go straight to sleep? If you’re going to lie about wanting me, at least make it seem credible.”

“But you seem tired,” you said softly.

“I am,” Rowan agreed. “So, how about this? You get on top.” He added, with a soft smirk, “For once.”

Rowan gently pulled at your thigh, trying to pull your leg over him so that you’d sit on top of him. However, you resisted, grabbing onto him and burying your head against his shoulder.

“C’mon,” Rowan encouraged. “You can’t be a pillow princess all the fucking time. You’ve got to do your part once in a while, babe.”

“I do do my part,” you retorted. “I keep my legs open for you, don’t I?”

Rowan chuckled, highly amused with you. “And that’s all you ever plan to do for me, huh? Open your little legs, until you get all the pleasure you want from me. Once you’ve had your fill of me, you snap them shut, roll away from me, and snore all night long.”

“Excuse me, but you’re the one who insists on being dominant all the time,” you reminded him. “You’re the bully in bed. And I don’t snore.”

“Well, I was going to make an exception for today, but since you bring it up - ” Rowan playfully reached over and pulled you into a headlock, pushing your head down softly against his chest.

You yelped. “Rowan, what - ?”

Rowan nuzzled his jaw against the top of your head. He teased you, “I always wondered how you managed to catch the Nine-Tailed Fox. But now I get it – she caught you, what with you being such a lazy ass.”

“That’s not true,” you said, trying to squirm out of his headlock.

Well, it sort-of is, the Fox said slyly, and you felt a sparkle in your chest as she laughed at you.

Rowan grinned. “I can feel the Fox agreeing with me.”

Before you could reply, Rowan reached down and gave you a gentle slap on your ass.

“Ah!” you gasped in surprise.

“Up you get,” Rowan said shortly.

“Don’t be so pushy,” you retorted, scowling at him.

Rowan reached over and gave you a soft flick on your forehead. “Don’t be so lazy.”

With a sigh, you clambered onto him.

When Rowan saw your face, he burst out laughing. You looked so sullen.

“Don’t you dare fucking pout at me,” Rowan told you, even as he was still chuckling. “You won’t get anything from me that way, you sly little nymph.”

“Well, what should I do, Rowan? Huh?”

“Do what you said you’d do. Spread your legs.”

You uncertainly dragged your thighs apart.

Rowan put his warm, broad hands on your hips to support you. “And now lift your hips up for me.”

You got up a little.

Rowan continued, “All right. Now, reach down and guide me to you.”

You reached down and wrapped your hand around Rowan. Palming the tip of his cock, you guided him to you. Then, feeling his cock press lightly against your pussy hole, you immediately wanted to be filled with him. Not needing any encouragement, you eagerly began to sink down on his cock.

Rowan breathed out. “There you go. Knew you’d get there.”

“Mm,” you sighed, feeling his cock push you open once more.

“Good girl,” Rowan praised you, giving your hips a hard squeeze. “Now, deeper… Deeper…”

“Can’t, Rowan,” you told him, feeling yourself tense up around him.

“Well, not all at once. Don’t hurt yourself now,” Rowan murmured back. “Take it slow. Take as much time as you need. But I need to be deep inside you, love.”

“Deep…?” you mumbled back.

“That’s right. Deep, sweetheart.” Rowan slid his hand up the front of your hips to your lower stomach. He patted you lightly there, as he told you, “I want to feel myself inside of you, all the way to your pretty little tummy. All right?”

When you felt his hand on your stomach, you looked down – only to see Rowan looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. His cheeks were already slightly flushed, from both the whiskey and the burning off of the adrenaline after treating Sirius. And the way Rowan was looking at you – Well, he was letting his eyes drift up and down your body, taking in your silhouette, making out your curves, and clearly appreciating the way your thighs were all spread open for him and how your pussy was being spread out by him. There, in his eyes, you could see Rowan’s desires; he was waiting to see how deep you could take him. He wanted to see you lose your mind with ecstasy as you pleasured yourself on top of him.

You hesitated. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do that, but you were afraid you might look stupid before Rowan if you were to do that. You knew Rowan – if you did anything silly, he would never let you hear the end of it.

“Well, but – I feel exposed like this,” you murmured.

“What do you mean – exposed?”

“I mean, you’re looking at me, and you can – can see me and - ”

“Of course,” Rowan said calmly. “That’s why I have you like this, love. I want to see your sweet little pussy bouncing on my cock. I want to see how hard you have to work your thighs and tummy to get what you want from me. And I want to see how stupid-looking your cute face gets when you moan for me. I want to see my little whore in action – is that so bad?”

Your thighs twitched. Hearing Rowan talk like that never failed to make you feel a strange fluttering in your tummy, but you figured you had enough dignity to protest, “It is if you say it like that.”

Rowan reached up and soothingly rubbed your thighs with his hands. “C’mon, baby. You always get to see me act like a slut for me. Why can’t you do the same for me?”

“You are a slut for me…” you mumbled in acknowledgement, taking that line to protect your sense of pride. You put your hands on Rowan’s chest and pressed your palms against him, as you repeated, “Yeah, you’re a – a real slut for me, Rowan…” As you spoke, you finally relaxed enough to close your eyes and begin moving your hips. The tip of Rowan’s cock was nestled inside of you, but only just. You rocked back and forth slowly, slowly, slowly…

You felt Rowan tense underneath you. Your eyes were closed, so you didn’t notice how it was taking every bit of restraint Rowan had not to thrust into your warm, wet little pussy.

But Rowan held himself back, even if he was squeezing the sheets on either side of himself rather tightly, slowly but surely pulling the sheets out of their tucked ends.

“Mm, mm, mm,” you moaned out softly. Your mouth fell open a bit and you leaned forward further as you began to pant. You started to finally bounce your hips lightly.

Rowan let out a harsh sigh of relief. Yes, you were still taking just the tip, but at least you were giving him some movement.

“Mm, yeah,” you mumbled out, loving the soft pleasure building up between your legs.

“Feel good, love?” Rowan whispered.

“Yeah, so good.” Your little head went nodding off in reply to his question, nodding in time to way your hips were so sweetly jerking up and down in the air and on his cock.

“You’re getting into it, aren’t you?” Rowan asked you. He spoke softly to you, so as not to break the spell.

“Mhm, yeah,” you agreed, still nodding.

Rowan chuckled warmly. She’s so cute like this. How come she doesn’t show me this side of her more often?

But then, you made the mistake of turning your head. You did so naturally, just to moan a bit louder. However, you opened your eyes at the moment – and you happened to catch a glimpse of yourself in the window. The curtain had been drawn back and it was a dark enough night that you could clearly see yourself as a reflection.

Suddenly, you could see yourself. It was strange, seeing yourself sitting on and shivering all over Rowan. You could see how bright pink your thighs were and how wet you were getting, with your inner thighs glistening slightly when you moved your hips.

Rowan looked over to the side, too, following your gaze. He recognized that you had caught your own image and he saw the doubt creep back onto your face. “Don’t look at your reflection, then, silly.” He reached up and gently brushed back your hair for you – and then proceeded to fist it tightly and yank you forward, making you fall on top of him. Your hands came out and landed on his chest, as you tried to keep yourself up, with your hips hovering above his, and all the meanwhile, his cock was still inside your pussy.

Rowan kissed you – it was hard, ragged kiss that took your breath away. He even bit down on your lower lip and tugged at it with his teeth before he finally dropped back onto his pillow.

You exhaled loudly. “Ah… Rowan…”

“What are you actually all shy for? Huh? It’s too late for that. I already know all about you,” Rowan murmured, and he gave your ponytail another impatient tug. “Forget about what we look like. I’ve seen you with fucking fox ears on your head, remember? I don’t care. I never have. Because I just – All I want is to feel you, sweetheart. That’s what matters.”

With his other hand, Rowan reached down and grasped your hip firmly. You felt Rowan’s hands start to guide you, though he never pushed you onto him; he only tugged slightly to help you gain a sense of movement.

Finally, you slowly and gently started to move your hips again, taking his cock a little deeper inside your warm little pussy.

“That’s it,” Rowan encouraged you. “I prefer you like this – as yourself, with no inhibitions.”

“But I feel - ”

“- Vulnerable, I know,” Rowan finished for you. “But that’s all right. ‘Cause I’ve got you, sweetheart. That’s what I’m here for. To protect you. How many times do I have to tell you? You’re safe with me. I’m gonna keep you safe, for as long as I can.”

“Rowan,” you murmured, touched by his words. But it was all getting a bit confusing, because even as you were having this heartfelt moment, there was a rather distracting warmth starting to take over in your pussy. Your hips went up and down and your thighs were straining slightly as you began to move more and more – until you were bouncing on his cock.

Throughout this, Rowan held onto your hair tightly, keeping you down with him so he could kiss you even as you were starting to properly take his cock inside of yourself like a good girl. After a few minutes, your shoulders were burning with the effort of holding yourself up and you were huffing out hard breaths as you were finally taking as much of Rowan as you could inside of yourself.

“Mm,” Rowan growled, and his hips twitched under you. His cock was thick and throbbing and filled you up so, so well. You felt that you were getting drunk with Rowan, getting lost in the heat of him. That heat between your legs was because of him, that heat under your palms was because of his chest and his quickly beating heart, and that heat in your chest was from him, as he drove the breaths out of you, even without moving, because his cock was so unforgivingly thick and you were moving your hips quickly now – greedily, even – and you were working your entire body hard to have him, and you were already all out of breath – “Hah!”

You suddenly felt a hot flash between your legs. For a moment, it felt like a bright golden string was humming out a soft, yet overwhelming tune in your mind. For those few seconds, all you could think about was that overarching note – and then, with your legs and arms trembling all over, your thighs caved in and you fell back onto Rowan.

Rowan felt you cum all over his cock, and he was prepared to catch you as you collapsed on top of him. Just as he had promised, you found yourself warm and safe with him, held tightly in his arms, as you slowly came down from your climax.

“Getting all wet, my little fox girl,” Rowan groaned. For your thighs were still trembling and your pussy still squeezing, squeezing, squeezing -

“Fuck,” Rowan growled. His voice was raspy with tiredness, but you heard the way his growl pushed through that and rumbled up through his chest until it reached your ear. “Your pussy’s still so tight,” he moaned. “Gripping me like that, you’re just asking for my cum, aren’t you?” His hand snuck up to your neck. His fingers extended to wrap around your throat and he gently squeezed…

“Ah…” you breathed out.

“You’re such a little slut,” Rowan groaned. “Mmm, I love it. I love when you’re with me like this.” He thrust sloppily into you just then.

You moaned loudly. “Uhnnn!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Feels good to get lost with me like this, right?” Rowan asked you, as he bit softly all down your ear. His hand slid off of your neck and down to your breasts, where he massaged your breasts roughly with his hands.

“Ah, yeah,” you panted out.

“Yeah, it does?”

“M-Mhm. Feels s-so good and so d-deep, a-ah, ah, ah, Rowan!”

“I want to be even deeper inside you,” Rowan growled at you, as he squeezed your breasts again.

“G-God, yes,” you begged. “Want to - Want to feel you, Rowan! Mm, yes, please!”

“Yes, baby. All right, c’mon, move for me. I’ll move for you. I’ll take you the way you need to be taken, hard and rough – treat you like a fucking slut tonight,” Rowan breathed harshly at you. While he spoke, Rowan pushed you over onto your side. Rowan followed you so that he, too, was on his side, just lying behind you.

Rowan reached down and lifted your leg while he shifted down slightly. Then, with an aggressive thrust of his hips, he was able to push into you quite deep.

A soft, pink light flooded your vision. Your tummy clenched. Your mind breathed out in a warm, wanting thought, Ohhh…

“Mmm,” Rowan moaned throatily, as he pushed his cock yet again into your wet, waiting pussy.

“Nngh!” You shut your eyes tightly as you felt yourself receiving Rowan’s hard, deep thrusts.

So rough… A part of your mind whispered. And the other part of your mind was quick to whisper back, So good! Mm!

After only a few thrusts, you lifted a trembling hand and reached behind you. Quick to notice whenever you needed him, Rowan grabbed your hand and clenched it tightly in his.

At the same time, Rowan buried his face against your neck and kissed your neck all over before sucking hard at your neck. You heard his muffled groan and you felt his deep tones reverberate down into your own chest…

“Ah…! Hah! Ah! Ah!” You gasped loudly as you felt your entire body singing and tingling along with his. With Rowan thrusting into you so hard, you breathed when he breathed, and whenever Rowan growled, you could feel the deep rumble go through his chest and ring all down your own body, because you were pressed so tightly to him and because he wasn’t letting you part from him, not one bit. It made you feel so safe, to be taken and all wrapped up in one person like this. There was just so much of Rowan, claiming every bit of you, and you loved it.

Yes, the Fox whispered. Let him have you, little one. He’ll fix that hole in your chest.

However, you were slightly confused. I thought I wanted freedom more than anything else. What does it mean, though, if I’ve found someone I can be vulnerable with? What if I love that someone keeps me safe? You wondered blearily, as Rowan’s thick, hard cock kept driving into your wet cunt, What does that all… mean…? And it’s all with Rowan, all with him… Is that love…? Or is that something else?

It can be, the Fox told you. It can be love.

Can be…?

Rowan’s hand slipped down your arm and he slid his arm across you, pressing his arm against your soft breasts, as he held you. “Down,” he whispered into your ear, while he squeezed your thigh in his other hand. “Move your hips down.”

“Ah…” You let out a pleased, though exhausted moan, as you shifted down a little and jutted your hips out. You bent your leg slightly and drew it up higher, too, opening yourself up fully for Rowan.

“Yes, just like that,” Rowan whispered. “Fuck, look at that wet little pussy. All wet and asking for cock. I’ll give it to you, love.” He took a deep breath - and then he pushed into you again.

“Uhn!” You moaned wantingly. Your head fell back against Rowan’s shoulder. You felt your hips shift back and forth, dragging along the sheets, as Rowan fucked you hard.

“Mm,” Rowan growled back. “Such a good girl. Yes, baby… Uhn… You f-feel so g-good…”

You loved hearing Rowan moan right into your ear. Even when he started to pound into you and you started to pant, with your chest rising and falling repeatedly, you tried to keep lying back on him, so you could hear his husky voice in your ear.

For his part, Rowan enjoyed being able to glance down and see your open, panting mouth crying out for him, as well as the flush of your cheeks getting steadily brighter. At one point, you cried out loudly and for a moment, your entire body tensed and you naturally lifted your leg higher for a second. In that moment, Rowan’s gaze swept down the line of your body and he saw the way your curve was suddenly accentuated and how your thighs trembled as you fought to keep your legs steady enough to keep taking his cock. Seeing such a lovely sight, what else could Rowan do except give you appreciative, rough bites on your shoulder – just hard enough to make you cry out even more?

Huffing out tight little breaths, you reached over and crossed your arms on top of his and you clutched onto his arms. You were trying hard to hold onto a sense of reality, while Rowan kept pushing into your tight cunt with his stiff, throbbing cock, over and over again, plugging you up all the way up to your tummy, pushing the breath out of you, and making you go all flushed and feverish as he took you both to that place of intense, heart-wrenching ecstasy.

“G-God, that’s d-deep, Rowan – uhn!” you cried out loudly, as the pleasure once more became entirely overwhelming.

And there was Rowan again, making you blush all over and pant even harder, with the way he whispered directly into your ear, “About to cum again? You’re such a fucking slut, baby. Your pussy just adores cock. You try to deny it, but I can feel it. I can feel you.”

You shut your eyes tightly and tried to hold back your moans. You didn’t want to sound any more desperate than you already did. But it was damn near impossible, what with the rough pounding Rowan was giving you. You bit down hard on your lower lip.

But Rowan could tell anyways. “Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured knowingly.

You shook your head furiously, but you kept your lips pressed together tightly, not daring to make a sound.

“What are you holding back your moans for?” Rowan teased you. “Open your mouth, sweetheart. Open your fucking mouth.” He reached up and slipped his index finger between your lips, breaking apart the tight bite you had inflicted on yourself.

At once, a series of desperate, incomprehensible moans left your mouth. “U-Uhn – nngh – Mmmm, mmm!”

Rowan laughed meanly. “Ah, no wonder you held back. Now I see – you do sound like a slut.”

You clamped your mouth shut at once. But it was too late, now. Your shield had been broken. Muffled moans escaped you anyways, “Mm – ah – mm – mmmm!”

“What did I say about holding back?” Rowan muttered warningly into your ear. “It’s useless, anyways. I know how to make you let go, love.” He reached down and rubbed your clit in hard, tight circles as he kept pushing his cock inside of your wet little hole.

“Ah – a-ah – Ah!” you gasped. “Ahh!”

“That’s right. Now, cum for me,” Rowan growled, and he thrust hard.

“O-Oh!” Your mind blanked out for the second time that night.

“Cum,” Rowan repeated, snarling into your ear. “Make me feel how hard you can cum. Want to feel you all down my cock, little nymph.” He thrust his cock once more into your tight little hole.

“Hah…! Ah! A-Ah!” You arched your back dramatically and you moaned loudly, no longer caring if anyone heard you. You simply couldn’t think. How could you, when you were being ravaged like this – so mercilessly and yet so adoringly? Your pussy clamped down on Rowan’s cock again, and you came.

Rowan exhaled heavily, feeling your pussy spasm all over his cock. Loving the way you felt when you came, Rowan wouldn’t move, not one bit, so you had to cum, yet again, around his cock. It was a difficult feeling to describe – having to come so hard when you were still all filled up, right up to your tummy, with Rowan’s stiff cock. Not being able to cum freely, you actually ended up cumming harder, out of pure desperation. It took everything you had to cum, and yet, you couldn’t not cum. This was how Rowan dominated you. Because here you were, having to keep your legs wide open and having to cum heavily when your pussy couldn’t tighten as much as it wanted to.

You ended up with your pussy throbbing hotly as you came long and hard for Rowan. Rowan moaned, feeling the way your pussy kept fluttering and grasping all over his cock. It was absolutely heavenly for him, too. Yours was the tightest little pussy he’d ever been in and he savored how hard you could squeeze him. Not to mention, when you trembled so beautifully in his arms, it made Rowan feel very protective of you – and right now, you were his to have and his to hold. As much as he felt protective of you, he could reach out and hug you to him – and that was important to him.

Slowly, your cum began to trickle down your thighs and down Rowan’s cock. Rowan kissed your neck softly in thanks. He loved to feel your cum drench his cock, because it meant that he had been able to please you, his woman, and he loved feeling that sense of giving to you.

You finally toppled over, sliding off Rowan until your face hit the soft pillow next to his pillow, as you ended up lying face-down besides Rowan.

“Hah…” you breathed out pitifully. Your tummy and thighs were quivering as you slowly came down from your orgasm.

“Well,” Rowan teased you, poking you in the side, “all those moans you were trying to hold back came bursting out of you anyways, you little slut. You were so loud.”

You shook your head, with your face buried in your pillow still.

“You were,” Rowan insisted.

Annoyed, you breathed out, “Ugh, I don’t know. I was too busy…”

“Mhm, too busy cumming, weren’t you?” Rowan said, amused. As he spoke, he sat up. He placed his knees on either side of your hips so that he was hovering over you, while you were lying face-down on the bed.

Rowan ran his hands up your back. A moment later, you felt him grip your shoulders hard and you felt his strong thighs sandwich your legs. He told you in a deep, raspy voice, “We’re not done. I have to have you again.”

Oh, God, you moaned in your head, for you knew you were in for an even rougher pounding. You shivered all over with excitement, knowing that your pussy was now covered with your own cum, all wet and ready for a pounding, and also knowing that no matter how wet you got, Rowan would make you feel that intense, burning heat between your legs and all the way down into your tummy…

You reached out and grabbed the ends of the pillow in anticipation.

Rowan spread open your pert little cheeks and slowly began to push back inside of you.

You bit onto the edge of the pillow and moaned, with your eyes rolling back for a moment as you reveled over how good it felt to have Rowan inside of you like this…

“Look at that. Look at you,” Rowan whispered huskily, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock at once. “All wet and tight… Your pussy’s all ready for a proper pounding, isn’t it, sweetheart? That was all just a warm-up and now your slutty little pussy’s saying, please, please, please, right?”

You found yourself nodding in reply and stuttering out, “Y-Yeah…”

“Yeah? Well, I’ll give you one.” Rowan murmured to you. “Hold onto that pillow tighter.”

You squeezed the ends of the pillows even harder.

“Yes, like that. Good girl.” Rowan groaned as he began to push you into a little harder and faster.

“Ah…” you gasped softly.

Rowan breathed out, “Yeah… Good – Good girl, uhn…” He started to move his hips in earnest.

“Mmmm!” you moaned long and loud. Your pussy felt so very sensitive, with how long and hard you’d been fucked already tonight, and feeling his cock delve back inside of your wet, pulsing folds made your head spin wonderfully fast.

“Shush,” Rowan reminded you. “What’s the matter with you? Being so loud tonight…”

Knowing that Rowan was teasing you, you mumbled out, “S-Sod off. It’s a-all your f-fault.”

Smirking, Rowan continued playfully, “You were the one who couldn’t sleep, baby. Anyways, you want to wake everyone up? You want everyone to know what a slut you are for me?”

Rowan leaned forward slightly to fuck you harder and his voice suddenly dropped into a much more deeper tone, as he confessed, “Though, I have to admit that I like that thought. I like the thought of everyone knowing that you’re being fucked hard by me and how you can’t help cumming for me over and over and over again…”

Rowan’s nails dug into your shoulders as he groaned, “Oh, fuck, I’d love for people to see, mmm…” He suddenly yanked you to him, forcing you up onto your knees, even though your face was still buried in your pillow – and then he thrust hard, squeezing his entire length into your tight, gripping pussy.

“Rowan,” you gasped out. “R-Rowan! Ah!”

“Take it,” he whispered, leaning down until his hands slipped off of your shoulders onto the pillow underneath you. “Take what’s yours, sweetheart – all of it - and I’ll take what’s mine.”

While keeping his cock entirely sheathed inside of you, Rowan rolled his hips fervently against you. “My pussy,” he moaned wantingly. “Mine, mine, mine.” He heaved out a hard breath and promised you fervently, “Gonna make you cum, sweetheart.”

You bleated out a pitiful little “you already h-have - uhn!” and you gripped the pillow as hard as you could – until your legs gave out and you collapsed entirely onto the bed, sinking into the mattress.

Rowan laughed meanly. “Are you tired?” he teased you, as he waited for you to get your breath back at least a little before he continued. “Is it hard for my little slut to get what she wants, hm? Can’t take a little pounding, but she wants to cum, am I right?”

Rather nonsensically, you reached down and ran your hands all over your thighs and tummy, trying very hard to calm yourself. It was as if you had to remind yourself that your body was yours, because it was buzzing all over and so very feverish from taking Rowan that you almost felt like your body wasn’t yours anymore.”

“You poor little thing,” Rowan whispered, but his voice slipped into being gentle. “All flushed and feverish… Can’t even take what’s hers.” He reached down, slipping his hand between your cheek and the pillow. He grasped your face rather roughly as he made you turn your head to look back at him, but then he gave you a soft, lingering kiss – and you swore that he gave you your breath back. With his lips grazing yours softly, Rowan whispered in a fervent voice, “Did you hear me? I said I’m yours, sweetheart.”

You let out a sigh of wonderful relief and then – you gently pushed your quivering hips back at Rowan, wanting to continue this strange, heated night with him.

Mine. Rowan said he’s mine. Why does that make me so happy?

Inside of your soul, the Fox hummed an ancient song, a golden song, to help bind the two of you together.

Rowan smiled fondly at you. “You still want more, sweetheart? I know that Fox inside of you does. I can feel her energy through you.”

You nodded, panting hard and giving a half-dazed gaze that Rowan found to be unexpectedly alluring on you.

“All right, baby. You lie down,” Rowan said, while caressing your cheek. “You did so well tonight already. Watching you bounce on my cock like that… Mm, you were so pretty love. Now, let me do my part. You just lie there and keep those thighs of yours spread open, all right? You said you were good at that, mind.”

You nodded dutifully and spread your legs further apart, hoping that Rowan would live up to his promise and give you a good, hard, and rough fucking. And he did.

Rowan grabbed your hips and then thrust into your pussy over and over again, until you were a blubbering, weeping mess. Rowan ended up leaving handprints on your hips from gripping you so hard and keeping you in place as he gave you an absolutely brutal pounding. He honestly made you see stars float by. You lost all sense of being anchored to reality, and the only thing you were anchored to was Rowan – and that soft, little pillow he’d told you to clutch onto. And you did, you did clutch onto it with all of your might, as Rowan lived up to his promise (as he always did) and gave you the intense heat and pleasure you were seeking.

Finally, when Rowan had cum in you – with a deep, heavy growl and a hard thrust that made you positively yelp - and filled your pussy up with a soft, hot, white cream, you managed to pull Rowan back down onto the bed with you, and you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him as hard as you could as you panted and cried your little heart out for want of help in taking all the heat and pleasure he was giving you.

“Ah!” you gasped desperately, right into his ear. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Rowan moaned as he kept himself deep inside of you and painted your warm, velvety pussy walls with cum. He absolutely made you his woman that night, and he loved how you clutched onto him and begged for him with your moans as he did so.

For his part, Rowan was incredibly patient with you, soothing you by running his large, warm hands all down your back and through your hair to bring you back down to earth with him. When he began to shift away from you, you hurriedly locked your legs around his hips, and so, he stayed with you.

Once you seemed more yourself, though, Rowan couldn’t help but tease you a bit at how flushed and dazed you looked. He chuckled as he tugged sharply at your hair and whispered to you, in a mean, raspy voice, “God, you look so stupid. What’re you looking so lost for, huh? Silly. You’re right where you need to be. In bed with me.” But the next moment, he broke and laughed warmly as he rolled over, only to pull you into his arms and drape the blankets over you, to keep you warm.

Just before you fell asleep, Rowan whispered victoriously in your ear, “By the way, you do snore.”

You took a minute to try to scowl, but you felt so tired that you ultimately gave up and, much to Rowan’s delight, you settled for sleeping happily in Rowan’s warm arms.

* * * * * * * * * *

Years later, you would remember a little piece of that night. You would recall how, over an hour later, you were blearily blinking your eyes, as both of you lay on the bed together, totally exhausted, and you found yourself staring at your own hands, curled up inside of Rowan’s much bigger hands. He was holding your hands so tightly in his. It made you pause and think… and it made you feel closer to him… and it made you recognize his powerful warmth and loyalty to you… You turned your head, then, and kissed the inside crook of his elbow, before you snuggled up to his side and fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder. The scent of whiskey was all but gone now, but a little bit of that cinnamon burn, that wasn’t the whiskey at all, actually, but was Rowan and his sunfire spirit, stayed with you, and kept the mythical frost of the Nine-Tailed Fox in your soul at bay.

Within your soul, the Fox felt a bit of melancholy hope – because it seemed that there was now a possibility that Rowan might save you and in doing so, the Fox would lose her long, enchanted life. The Fox softly wrapped herself in her tails and closed her silver, sharp eyes, wondering how many more nights of sleep she had left before she passed from this world to the next.

But it’s not certain yet, the Fox realized, as she felt a cold breeze still slipping through the cracks of the barely mended hollow in your heart. No, not just yet.

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attila-werther · 2 years ago

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I want to talk about these OCs so bad but explaining the character relationships (which is about 80% of the fun) takes up so much space but fuck me I love these characters. I keep looking at the original overclocking scene I wrote Years Ago and making this :') face at them. but also this >:) face because the scene is funny to me---

A: Well, what are you two doing here after hours with a blowtorch?

D: I. uh. We're. (D turns to F) Man, I can't do this. I'm folding.

F: Are you kidding me right now.

D: I'm so bad at lying. You know this. I can't bluff in cards, you think I can lie to the guy who pays us?

F: I can't fucking believe you. Why did I hire you. Christ.

D: Because I blunt force hacked my way into your computer and shut down all the superficial services on your block on a dare when I was in college and you thought it was funny.

F: You shut down the banks one time. A federal government website. You were an absolute menace. I can't BELIEVE your fatal flaw is a debilitating inability to tell a lie.

---when I think about how D's hacking style comes up later in the story

J: There's no one else here but you and me, so let's cut the bullshit. If I take you out, everyone else falls, right? (He leans over, hand on D's face)

D: Fuck you.

J: Cute. (He presses his thumb underneath D's left eye) They said you got this one in an accident, but this is a matching luxury prosthetic, like your hand. They don't use these in emergency situations.

J: Check mate, baby. (It's quick, but the panel beats stutter: this HURTS, and for D it's an eternity. J pulls out the eye, and then crushes the outer shell of it, revealing a small usb drive)

J: Some people have a delicate hand about this, but you like things to swing heavy and hard. I bet this shuts everything down, no exceptions. (He turns on the laptop) You were a DDoS type of guy back in the day, right? Wonder how that's going to work out for your friends.

#listen there's an inherent comedy to having a crush on your boss because he's physically part of your body #(high end luxury cybernetic arm with his filigree design on it)#and going 'ah yes. the catholicism of it all' only it turns out your boss (CEO) and your best friend who is also your boss #(head of your department) are friends and they keep inviting you out for drinks and oh no your boss (CEO) is really fun to talk to #but we dont have time to examine this because we have crimes to commit on the company dime!#anyway what D actually did with F is more like. he shut down 3 major entertainment platforms for an hour nationwide #AND tried to break into F's personal computer #he got pretty far! F rerouted him tho and then crashed D's entire system. they're best friends now.

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bratshaws · 2 years ago

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through the hourglass 29. brb x oc

a/n: OH BO Y OH BOY

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, mid angst cause rooster's job is dangerous, this baby will have too many uncles and a u n t s

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Beatrice knew Rooster was sweet, sometimes saccharine…but seeing Rooster taking his role as a father miles away from her was absolutely precious. He tried talking to her more via messages, at least whenever he could, to ask about her health and the baby’s, ask if she was going to take another ultrasound and she could almost see how happy he was when she said she only would do that when he was back so they could see it together.

He told Maverick, who eventually blurted out to everyone. Phoenix cried, Payback cried, Coyote sobbed and Hangman excused himself from the room, but they were all happy. In the same note, Beatrice told her parents…her mother fainted and had to drink sugar water for a few minutes to get back together, then told her siblings - Michael already got the onesies ready for the baby and Marina said that if they needed help with the hospital all they had to do was call Derek and let him know.

That was when she remembered one thing she wanted to talk about with him: the names. Maybe it was better to have them in mind already, especially the one she thought about that week.

Roos (12:22)

Sure thing, babe. Hit me. What do you got?

Bea (12:24)

Well, I was thinking for a while and, if you don’t think it’s a good idea then it’s fine but I was thinking of maybe paying a homage to your parents? Well, I was thinking that if it’s a boy we name him Nicholas but…well if it was a girl, I really like Nicole. It’s also a mix of your parents' names! And a feminine version of your dad’s but,well what do you think?

And what she gets after that is silence, the sound of Jack and Eleanor play fighting in the kitchen - their siblings now living with Leo and Michael - and the tv playing in the background. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea, maybe she should’ve thought more about it…it’s still a sore spot, it’s still fresh for him. Beatrice chews the corner of her lip while looking down at her phone, hoping and fearing on seeing the chat bubble again, mentally preparing herself when he finally did reply.

Roos (12:26)

Are you serious?

Bea (12:26)

Well…yeah. If you don’t want it that’s fine though, Roos.

Roos (12:27)

Did I tell you how much I fucking love you?

Beatrice blinks at his response, but her body relaxes when the tension seeps out.

Bea (12:28)

Oh, well, you did but I don’t mind hearing it often :)

Roos (12:29)

I’m serious Bea,I love you so much…the fact you want my parents to be remembered and you do that every time is…it means a lot to me.

Bea (12:31)

Well…I just know how much they mean to you and I know you miss them a lot. I just thought it’d be a good idea.

Roos (12:32)

It’s a great idea. It’s an amazing idea…thank you babe. I really mean that.

Beatrice’s smile was bright enough to put the sun to shame after that, they both had already decided on a name for the Mini Bradshaw, which was one step out of the way. After talking to Rooster, telling him good night/ good day and that she loved him, Bea turned on her side and shut off her phone.

That is until she noticed another weird account popping up.

Her brows furrowed and then she decided to do something everyone was against, she decided to talk to them. She decided that not only was she annoyed, but she was starting to worry at how many of these are showing up in the past months. So, she didn’t block them, private messaged them a simple question ‘Who are you?’

She honestly didn’t expect a response, but she didn’t expect either to be blocked by the account. Beatrice gasped in offense, narrowing her eyes at it “What the hell?” now she was sure there was an actual person there and she was going to figure out who it was, one way or another. Beatrice, now that she could no longer check the profile, finally turned off the phone and set to her nightstand.

She wasn’t going to worry about this now, especially because there was nothing she could do yet. She knew Carmen couldn’t help her, so she was pretty much on her own investigative work until then, figuring out as she went.

As she felt her body relax and the faint caresses of sleep approaching her, she started to forget about it, she was too tired and all she wanted was to take a very long and relaxed slumber.

Except she couldn’t.

She woke up in the middle of the night, three a.m to be exact, with her eyes snapping open in the dark and her body feeling restless. Beatrice blinks her eyes in the pitch black, rolling to her back to look up to the ceiling and try to see the different textures and shapes the night illusions showed her. The brunette huffed, a mix of annoyance and tiredness, before kicking the covers off and deciding that there was no way she could fall asleep right now.

She didn’t know if it was the anxiety about the accounts or the anxiety about the pregnancy, but she needed to distract herself until she was tired enough. Thank God she didn’t have work the very next day because she’d probably sleep most of it depending how late she got back to bed.

But Beatrice decided that instead of watching TV as she planned to do, she was going to finish the baby room. Not only she thought it was a good idea because as soon as the baby grew she wouldn’t be able to crouch down and kneel too much so better get that out of the way. Plus, she just painted the backgrounds, the main characters still needed working.

She now kept the baby room’s door open a smidge, enough for the air to enter and remove the smell of nothingness from inside. There was the sharp scent of the paint now, but it wasn’t too strong that she’d need to cover her nose, honestly she preferred that over the smell of stale air from before. Beatrice rolls her mid sleeves to her shoulders, knotted the end of her shirt above her shorts so the paint wouldn’t land on it and grabbed her things from the corner of the room.

She decided to leave the bears for last, they were her favorite ones to draw after all, and started on the foxes instead. The sound of the night around their house was broken by the soft rumble of thunder and light drizzle hitting the windows, nothing like what had happened a week ago, it was extremely relaxing. Beatrice looks over to the window where she could see the orange light from the lamp close to their neighbor’s house in the middle of the night, making the mental note that they needed to get blackout curtains when the baby arrived.

But she was going shopping with Rooster, which was already showing to be quite the feature if his reaction to everything was any hint. She smiled while following the lines of the fox’s snout with her brush, the burnt orange color spreading over the surface, giving the lines an actual shape this time, “Well, I hope you like your room.” she whispers to the air, looking down at her stomach and the tiny thing still growing in there, “You can always paint over it when you are older though, I don’t mind. This is just something for you now.”

She spins the brush to paint more of the wall, licking her lips before continuing, “You know, you are going to have so many uncles and aunts. Not only from my side, but if I know the Dagger Squad, which I know them quite well, they might step into the role very quickly…if they didn’t already.” considering their reactions to Bradley telling them about it, she wouldn’t be surprised at all to know that.

Imagining the Dagger Squad all stepping in as the surrogate uncles and aunts because they were Rooster’s family was enough to make her smile widen, “They’ll love you so much, oh! And Shells and Ev and Liz and Carmen and Jenny too…and Penny! And Amelia!Well, Amelia is in college right now, so she might not meet you until a bit later, you know? But they’ll love you.” she pauses for a second, stopping the repetitive painting motions, “They mean a lot to me…and they mean a lot to your dad. You’ll also have Mav, who is just an amazing guy too and, he’s your dad’s godfather/uncle/father figure.”

She giggles, hearing nothing but imagining Maverick picking the Mini Bradshaw up and carrying them like he did Rooster when he was much younger, “...I wish you could’ve met the two inspirations for your name though. I…your dad misses them a lot. And well, from what I’ve heard from them they were really amazing people. Maybe they’ll be with us when you are here, huh? Just like your bisnonna.” she returns to the wall, slanting the brush on the fox’s tail, “She’d love you, God she’d love you so much.”

If she thought about the amount of people who’d love the Mini Bradshaw she’d be there for hours, she was however very glad that Rooster accepted the idea for the baby’s name, which honestly she had a feeling he would’ve liked from the beginning. “Just wait until your daddy gets here.” she smiles, “He loves you before you’ve been even born.”

“Rooster, look,” the younger pilot stops writing down his paperwork to see Maverick coming in with a smile so big it’d probably rip his face in half, “Look, it’s a full set.” ever since Mav found out Beatrice was pregnant that has been his pastime while away from Cali, he really has been looking up baby clothes whenever possible and showing it to Rooster.

Honestly, Rooster didn’t mind, not at all…because he was doing the same thing. Him and his godfather really had the same brain. When his eyes locked on the picture Maverick was showing him, he smiles just like his godfather did, “It’s really cute Mav…but I really want to see Bea first and see the baby and while I do the same as you do, looking up clothes right now, especially toddler age, isn’t really wise.”

Pete hummed, turning the phone back to himself with his lips pursed, “Well, you are right I guess. it’ll be an infant before it grows all the way.” he slides his phone back in his pocket, then drops his gaze to the papers Rooster was signing, “Report from the last missions?”

A sharp inhale, “Yeah.”

“Did you tell Beatrice?”

Another even sharper inhale, “No,” he flips the page so he doesn’t read the words anymore, “Especially now that she’s pregnant,Mav. I can’t put that type of stress on her…I’m fine, everyone is fine, no one got hurt. That’s all that matters.”

The last mission shook him up just a bit, he was used to hiccups, he was used to mistakes but the last one really made him feel unbelievably small. No one expected to hear explosions so soon in the morning, no one scampered away so fast, no one really imagined to see a factory not far from where they currently were flying suddenly blow up in flames. Shrapnel and debris flew over like it was an actual bullet, almost hitting Payback and Fanboy, almost hitting him and Maverick when they all tried to avoid it.

It was terrifying, because it wasn’t expected, it wasn’t planned and no one was imagining that it’d just blow up to smithereens. Apparently there was no foul play, it was abandoned for years, no one saw anything suspicious these past weeks before they arrived so it was a terrifying and dangerous coincidence, thank God.

He had to take a breather once he got back, well everyone did to be honest, and as soon as his heart stopped feeling like it’d blow out of his chest, he messaged Beatrice. And then he found out he’d be a father, which made him wonder if that was just the reward for getting back alive and unharmed. “While I do understand that, Rooster.” Mav begins, grabbing the finished reports from his nephew’s hand, “I think it’s very important that hiding things from Beatrice isn’t the way to go. It’s better if she hears from you than from anyone else.”

��Who else would tell her about it?”

His uncle gives him a look, then jabs his thumb over his shoulder, “I’m sorry, do you not remember who you work with?” he arches his eyebrows for emphasis, “The ones who often bet on you and Beatrice, who babbled out how you were crushing hard on her as well? Those people?”

He was right, but Rooster didn’t want to do that now, “...I will do that once I know it’s safe to.” he begins, “The first trimester is always the most fragile,I read it online.” he answers when his uncle gives him a surprised look, “And I want Bea to have a good and calm pregnancy,Mav. That’s all.”

“I know Rooster.” he reiterates, placing a hand on his nephew’s shoulder, “But it’s Bea and she worried about you because she cares. Just don’t wait too long to tell her, okay? If she finds out from anyone but you…it might not be great.”

“...did my father-”

“Yep.” Mav cuts him off, “Twice. Carole was really,really mad.”

The muscle on Bradley’s jaw pops when he clenches his teeth, not only because of the image of his mother having a very reasonable reaction to his father hiding things from her, but also because he knew that Beatrice would be really upset if he doesn’t share it with her. “I will do that. I promise.”

“Okay,I’ll take these back.” Mav says, waving the reports up, “You enjoy the time off, new dad, before we have to leave again.”

Bradley gives his uncle a thankful smile, pulling out his phone to check on Beatrice’s messages, his chest warming at her suggestion for the names. He hadn’t told Mav yet, he knew if he did his uncle would lose his mind and need a moment, but he would do it so eventually. He was swarming himself with the warmth of the joys of fatherhood.

He wasn’t expecting to get another message from Bea, knowing it was so late at night back in California.

Bea (11:30)

Brad, so I couldn’t sleep and then I decided to distract myself and so I finished the baby’s room.

Roos (11:31)

You finished it? Baby, should you even be doing that?

Bea (11:31)

Yeah!It’s fine! I decided to do it now since I won’t be able to in these coming months…I could send you a picture but honestly I think it’d be better if you see it yourself when you come back :)

Roos (11:32)

I’d love that, gorgeous. Any reason why you lost sleep?

Bea (11:34)

Dunno, maybe I just am…having these pregnancy moments. Sabrina had these as well and Marina had some pregnancy nightmares early on. So, maybe that’s why.

Roos (11:35)

Did you have any nightmares?

Bea (11:36)

Oh no, I didn’t :3 I just woke up randomly and now I am…painting more stuff, just not the room. It’s all safe! I looked it up and the paints I have are okay to use.

Roos (11:38)

Just please go to bed soon, gorgeous. Don’t lose sleep when you need to, okay?

Honestly if he could he’d spend the whole day talking to Beatrice, Heaven knows how much she helped him without even knowing. Besides, now that she was pregnant he just wanted to know everything about it, hell he was going to talk to her as soon as he could even if he was tired as fuck, he wanted to know what to expect when he returned.

And his own research lead to the first trimester being complicated, led to a list of good foods for pregnant women and how there were certain activities that’d be really good for the mom. Was he thankful? Immensely. Because the longer he was away from his wife, the worse it was when he returned, he missed her sure, but he missed everything they’d do together…not only in the less usual sense of the word.

Bea (11:45)

And Jack and Eleanor are okay too, I might get Jolene actually spayed once they are a bit older. Maybe do it to all of them so Jack isn’t a father and Eleanor doesn’t bring more kids into the house.

Roos (11:46)

Well you know I never say no to dogs, gorgeous.

Bea (11:47)

Me too and while the house is pretty spacious we’d have a baby and that’s always something more to think about. Oh! So, I talked to my doctor and she said we can go back to have another ultrasound when you return! She also suggested those pregnancy classes too so we know what to do and such.

Roos (11:48)

Am I going to be able to hear the heartbeat?

Bea (11:48)

:) yes Roos, you are.

Roos (11: 49)

That’s…that’s so cool. Holy shit.

It doesn’t take too long after this last message for Beatrice’s words to come out as mixed up and short, with several typos and that could only mean that the sleep was finally catching up to her. So he told her good night, again, and told her to take care, let him know anything she found important to share. She didn’t reply and he was pretty sure she just fell asleep with the phone in her hand, snuggling his pillow.

God he missed her.

And after what happened, he missed her even more.

But he had a few more weeks left here and he had to make sure he’d come home in one piece for her and for the baby - and the puppies - so he couldn’t get too distracted before he left. He smiles reading her last messages, then sighs deeply, folding his arms on the table and dropping his head on top, giving himself more of a breather after everything that happened.

He was a dad now, his focus should be doubled no matter what. When he lifts his head after a few seconds enjoying the silence, he runs his hand over his face to snap himself back together, “Alright. Just a few more weeks.” he mutters to himself, sliding his phone into his pocket, “Just a few more weeks and I’ll get home to her and the baby, it’ll be all good.”

“Rooster!” he hears Fanboy call him, “Hey, what do you think your baby will be, boy or girl?”

“...are you guys betting on us again?”

“No.” answers Payback whose head pops from behind the door, “We are just curious.”

“Wait,really?”

“Hell no it’s definitely a bet.” Fanboy laughs, rubbing his hands together, “Come on, throw it out here man, let us know your thoughts.”

“I didn’t even see my baby yet.”

“Even better,” Payback adds, “It helps to build up suspense.”

Rooster opened his mouth to speak, to brush them off but he suddenly remembered about the little girl in Palermo and his mouth works quicker than his mouth does, “Girl.” he says suddenly, then blinks in surprise, “I think.”

“Yes!” Payback claps his hands in triumph, “Told ya!”

“They could have twins, we don’t know yet.”

“You could also accept defeat.”

Rooster just watches his friends bicker to one another with a soft laugh, but his brows furrow when he thinks about it a bit more…why does he feel so strongly it’ll be a girl? Maybe the father's instincts were kicking in already. That had to be it.

“Can I join in the bet?”

“No,” both pilots answer and Rooster makes a displeased face, “You can’t do that,” it was Fanboy who spoke this time, “You are the dad, we are the ones who will…enjoy the earnings.”

“But–”

“That’s how it always was, Rooster.” Payback smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, “We’ve been doing this since your crush on Bea, it’s not going to stop. Even if we did allow you to join last time’s bet, it was one thing only and we back on schedule.”

Rooster just narrows his eyes, “You guys will be terrible uncles.” he chuckles and he could see how his friends’ chest puffed up with pride, “Gotta keep my kid away from your bets.”

“Hey,” Payback laughs, “They all gotta start early at some point.”

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hickeys | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a “bad influence” drabble

— summary; Jungkook gets a bit jealous. Not that he’d ever admit it.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits, jealousy/possessiveness!!, kind of angry sex (it’s one-sided, jk is going through a Moment), unprotected sex, marking (hickeys, mentions of bruises), dirty talk, overstimulation, creampie, mentions of oral (f rec) and of cum eating, jk has a big dick, the oc being clueless but overall having a good time

— words; 2,2k

— author’s note; this was supposed to be shorter but, well, that’s the story of my life. A few people asked for a bit of jealous!jk so here I am to deliver it 😌 Inspired by this ask I got.

Jungkook hated the wintertime. He hated the fact that you no longer used skirts because of the cold weather, hated that you had to go away for a few weeks because of winter break and, above all, hated those stupid turtlenecks you wore.

Not because you didn’t look good in them — in fact, he had grown to appreciate them over the weeks, the way they made your breasts pop out and how your body felt so comfortable and warm against his — but because it became extremely easy for you to cover up the hickeys he gave you. Which completely missed the point of even having hickeys in the first place.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” You asked him, fingers pulling slightly on the messy strings of his dark hair. Jungkook was hovering above you in bed, his mouth glued to the skin of your neck, sucking on the flesh. He simply moaned in response, hoping that the roll of his hips against yours would make you shut up. Which obviously didn’t happen. “You better not be doing it.”

Jungkook pulled away from your skin with a pop!, watching the blossoming red that appeared close to your jaw. It would be hard to cover up that one. “And what if I am?” He smirked, placing a kiss against your lips. His cock was deep inside you, and it was incredibly difficult to argue with him when he was fucking you so well. Not that it would stop you from trying. “What are you going to do about it?”

You playfully hit him on the shoulder, the frown on your face only making him smile wider. “You’re such a jerk, I’m going to spend all the concealer I have left with this one,” you complained, and Jungkook hummed and leaned back towards your neck, resuming his devilish ministrations. Only one hickey wouldn’t be enough, Jungkook realized, he wanted you to go out to buy more makeup for that. “What’s the deal with you today?” You tried again.

Jungkook’s irritated groan vibrated throughout your skin, his hands tightening around your hips as a flame of anger sparked inside his chest. His deal was that you had cancelled on him at least three times last week to go out with some stupid guy named Jimin from your Wednesday afternoon class. He knew that he shouldn’t care about it — you two were obviously not exclusive, barely even a thing, and you didn’t seem to give a single fuck when he told you about one of the girls that he was going out with. And yet there he was: pissed off out of his mind because someone else might have interest in you, fucking you hard into the mattress because he wanted you to remember that no one could be as good as he was.

There was also a second layer of indignation when it came to that subject: Jungkook was frustrated with himself because he was balls deep inside your pussy and he couldn’t even focus on it without thinking about your stupid date. It was the fourth week of the semester, he hadn’t seen you for the entirety of winter break, and it was the first time that he was fucking you in your bed (since your roommate was out in some idiotic spiritual retreat). He could actually have you for as long as he wanted, as loud as he wanted, not a single worry about being interrupted. And how was he using that time? Being jealous of a guy he barely even knew, just because he took you out for coffee or whatever.

It really wasn’t his best moment.

“Jungkook, that’s so good,” you cried out, sucking him out of his thoughts. Jungkook grunted at the desperate tone of your voice, his name sounding so perfect coming from your mouth, and he just wanted to hear more of it. His cock was slipping in and out of you with ease, your wetness dripping down his length, and he forced himself to pay attention to you for the rest of the night. “I’m getting close.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook groaned and pressed his forehead against yours — he could tell that already from the way you were tightening so perfectly around him, hugging his cock like you were meant to take it. “You like when I fuck your pussy like this, baby?”

“Y-Yeah, I love it.” You closed your eyes, back arching off the bed as he continued to drill his fat cock in and out of you. No matter how many times he gave it to you, you couldn’t get used to the incredible pressure of his girth against your walls, filling you up so perfectly. “Feels so good…”

“Is this all for me baby?” Jungkook finished his sentence with a particularly hard slam of his hips against yours — you didn’t even need to ask him to fuck you rougher, he already knew that was what you wanted. His eyes were a deep dark storm, glued to your parted lips as you moaned out for him, your perfect little cunt pulsating around him. Jungkook could only think about how wonderful you felt, how he couldn’t find someone better even if he tried. “Is this pussy mine? Was it made for me?”

Jungkook was fucking you so well that you could not help but nod, a pathetic whimper tearing itself from your throat as your hands fumbled to hold onto the nape of his neck. Your nails scratched his skin, the sensation making him groan.

“Yeah, it’s yours.” You said it because you knew that it was all pretend, all his weird possessiveness that he only showed when he was hitting that deep inside you. Jungkook also knew that it was bullshit — but he allowed himself to dive into that fantasy as he felt himself throb inside you. “Fuck, Jungkook, I’m really close.”

But he didn’t relent. Jungkook shoved his head on the curve of your neck, grunting as he quickened his pace in and out of you. He could feel your thighs trembling, your pussy fluttering around him, and yet it didn’t feel like it was enough. “Say it again,” he roared, hands digging to the flesh of your hips. It would leave a mark, both of you were aware of that, and yet there was a shared sense of wonder when you saw the purple bruises that he would leave behind. “Say that it’s mine.”

“This pussy is yours, Jungkook,” you whined, head pressed hard against the soft pillows. At that point, you’d say and do anything he asked you to. “O-Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice hoarse and deep as sin. Jungkook was drilling into you like a madman, hoping that the ache between your legs would be enough to remind you of him, of what he could do to you. He wanted you to keep that in the back of your head next time you had to pick between him and some other dude who wouldn’t know how to treat you. “All mine, this is all mine. Made for me.”

He quickly got lost in his own praises, mind whitening out at the pleasure that monopolized his body. When you came around him, just as perfectly as you had many times before, Jungkook felt a wave of pride washing over him. It pierced its sharp teeth in his flesh, sucked him out of his worries — suddenly he didn’t give a shit about Jimin from your Wednesday class, because he knew that no amount of stupid coffee dates would ever equate to the way he had you. It was just a matter of time before you realized that as well.

He felt you shivering beneath him, the way you always did when your pleasure was starting to become a bit too much. Jungkook leaned back so he could see your face, that blushy mess that got him sinking deeper inside you, the thin veil of tears that swam over your unfocused eyes. He would bet real money that Jimin from Wednesday class wouldn’t get you like that in a million years. Not that he was jealous or anything. It was just a fact.

“J-Jungkook, that’s too much,” you whined.

And he knew that it was, but he also wanted you to feel it all, and wanted you to cum around him as many times as you could. After all, you finally had some alone time, so he was definitely going to make good use of it.

“Take it for me, baby,” he asked breathlessly, the rising pitch of his voice signaling that he was close too. Jungkook could feel his own orgasm growing closer, building up at the base of his spine and tugging at his balls, threatening to overflow. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You bit your lip, fighting against a sob as he continued his frantic movements. You wanted to be good for him, wanted to fight through that sensitivity for him. But sometimes it was hard to focus, and the space between the pain and the pleasure could be a bit too long sometimes. “A-Are you close?” You asked.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter,” he spat. Jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on your own, watching as a coat of desperation painted your features. “What’s the matter, baby? You don’t wanna get eaten out after I’m done here?”

“God, Jungkook,” you said. If you weren’t so lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, you’d probably argue with him further, perhaps try and ask for the millionth time what had possessed him. But you seriously couldn’t be bothered with any more arguments and your brain wasn’t fully functional yet, so you settled for a quick and objective, “Are you trying to kill me?”

Jungkook chuckled, lowering himself so he could place a kiss against your lips. “I'm trying to make you feel good. Let me eat my cum out of you, baby,” he teased, feeling as your walls pulsated around him at the idea. The fact that he hadn’t cum yet was a miracle on its own, because he had been about to tip over for a while now. “Unless you want to keep it inside you.”

The interesting part was that Jungkook didn’t fully understand his second option until it had spilled from his lips. Now that it had been spoken out loud, manifested into the universe if you will, it made his cock throb with the mental imagery of you walking around stuffed with his cum, making other guys think they had a chance when you were already his. He’d seriously have to try that sometime.

Before he could stop himself, his hooded eyes centralized on the hickeys he had embellished your neck with, and his marking was enough to make him spill himself inside you, painting your walls with waves of his warm cum. Jungkook called out what sounded like a broken version of your name, throwing his head back and listening to the wonderful whimpers you were producing for him. Just for him.

At that point, both of you were considering buying your roommate something as a way to thank her for her wonderful idea of a spiritual retreat.

Jungkook breathed out hard and removed his cock from your pussy, watching as the white liquid dripped between your glistening folds, accumulating on the sheets. If you weren’t so exhausted, you’d probably have yelled at him for ruining your mattress.

“Have you made up your mind?” He asked, flickering his gaze up at you. You were such a pretty mess, and he lived for the fact that it was all because of him. “Wanna keep it in or want me to eat it out?”

Honestly, he realized there was no wrong choice and, yet, he wanted to know what you would pick.

You bit your lip and, after a moment of hesitation, you answered. “Eat it out,” you said.

Jungkook smirked, lowering his head between your legs. “Good girl.”

Jungkook saw you wearing a scarf the next day and he wanted to smack himself across the face for not considering that possibility. It hid all his efforts to mark you, didn’t make you nervous talking to other people. He could see from the faint coat of sweat on your face that you were feeling hot, but he also saw you smirking at him enough times to know that you were planning to endure that for as long as necessary. He was stupid to believe he’d actually get what he wanted for once: it had been too easy.

He really fucking hated the wintertime.

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genshin-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Your blog is everything I wanted and more. Im a lurker for your writings ahaha if you can guess who i am 👀

How about the guys reacting to s/o's death. Can be a group writing but if its too much, just Diluc, Childe, Razor and Kaeya would be nice. I think they would have interesting reactions >:3

First of all, Anon. I LOVE YOU. I wanted to write this out but thought it might be a bit too much but then you went and requested it!! I guess I have no choice but to write this out! >:) (That’s also why I did all the characters) second. Guess who you are o: may I get a hint? I have 2 people in my mind tho o: Warnings: Death, mentions of blood, angst. Pure angst.

Sidenote: The woman in this is my OC named Toxin! Whenever I need a really big, bad villain, she’s my go-to! That’s all!

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Venti, Diluc, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, and Childe!

Scaramouche & Zhongli Here | Part 2 Here

You Die!

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you, desperate for an escape. A scream erupted from your lips as the ground shook beneath you, causing you to stumble and fall over. You had received an emergency request to help fight… someone. The request wasn’t very detailed but someone needed help and you couldn’t turn your back on them. So, you went ahead and tried to help.

You should’ve been careful. You should’ve brought help. But you didn’t and you were paying for your stupidity. The person that you were fighting was strong. She was tall, pale, and had long black hair. Her unearthly glowing green eyes were terrifying. She was fast and all of your attacks were unable to touch her.

As you ran, only one thought crossed your mind. The smiling image of your boyfriend. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to run. How you wished you could be in his arms, feeling safe and sound.

As you ran out of the forest and down the field, the woman appeared in front of you, catching you in her arms and stabbing you with a poison dagger. You shrieked as your hands curled around her clothes. The sharp pain turned into a burning sensation and you looked up at her. Her face was inches away and she smirked, her eyes glowing bright by the second.

“Finally. But you’re not the only one I wanted to break.” What? What did she mean? Her head turned to the left and you followed her gaze and the second you saw what she was looking at, your heart shattered.

The woman pulled the dagger out and it seemed to vanish as she smirked at your boyfriend. The tears slid down your cheeks as you weakly reached out to him for help.

“(F/N)!” His heart stopped as he watched the woman disappear and you fall to the floor. He sprinted to you, picking you up in his arms as blood poured out of the wound. “H-hey! Hey, keep your eyes open! J-Just stay awake!” He held your head against his chest, trying to calm himself, but how could he? You were bleeding out in front of him.

He looked down and ran his fingers along your cheek as your skin started to turn purple. The poison had taken its effect and it was moving fast. You were leaving, you would leave him just like Lumine left him. He was gonna be alone all over again.

“A-Aether… I-I l-love you.”

“I love you too! You’ll be fine, everything’s g-gonna be ok.” Who was he kidding? You weren’t going to make it. But he couldn’t admit it. Aether still had yet to find Lumine and he’d never gotten over losing her. You, you were his light. You were his guiding start. You were his moon, his everything.

To think that he could lose you? No, no! He didn’t want it. He didn’t want a world without you. A world without you was pure torture. So why? Why was the universe so hellbent on taking things away from him? Why did it demand everything precious to him?!

Why you?

A pained cry left his lips as your hand fell to your side and that light disappeared from your eyes. “N-no. No, no, no, no! W-wake up! Please wake up! Do-don’t leave me! Don’t you leave me too! Not like this! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” He held your lifeless body against him, his head pressed against your chest. He couldn’t hear it… he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“No… NO!” He ran as fast as his feet could carry him and caught you before you hit the ground. The woman had disappeared but he didn’t care. You were… you were dying! How could he stop it? He wanted to stop the bleeding, he wanted to stop the way your color was changing, he wanted to stop time!

“K-Kaeya… h-how-”

“I was told to come here. A messenger came to me and said you called me and told me to come here.” He explained, taking your cold hand into his, pressing a kiss against it.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“No. Don’t apologize and don’t close your eyes. Please, just stay up a little longer.” He wanted to pick you up and run to the nearest doctor, but he knew… it wasn’t worth it. He wouldn’t make it. He’d never felt so worthless and weak. He swore to protect you and keep you safe and now that you needed him… he was useless.

“T-tired…” Slowly, your eyes closed and your hand fell limp in his. Kaeya’s eyes widened as the tears slid down his cheek.

“(f-f/n)? B-baby! No, wait! Don’t do this! Pl-please no!” He took your hand and pressed it against his cheek, but the second he loosened his grip, it fell. Kaeya shook his head, tears flooding down his cheek as a scream erupted from his mouth. “(F/N)!!!”

Slow. He was too slow. Why couldn’t he be fast enough?! That woman, he knew her. He knew her and he vowed to hunt her down and tear her to shreds. But right now…

Venti picked you up with trembling hands, letting his now bloodied hands touch your cheek. He couldn’t even talk, his voice quivered as he looked down into your eyes. No. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t going to leave him like this.

“H-hey, love. E-everything’s going to be just fine. You’re fine.” He tried to keep his smile up but it was so damn hard when he knew the truth. He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even lie to himself. You were slipping away and all he could do was watch. He knew he was the weakest of all archons but why? Why couldn’t he be a little bit stronger to save you.

“I-I wa-wanna sl-sleep-”

“NO!” He frowned and pressed a kiss to your lips. “No, don’t sleep. Not yet. Just stay awake a little longer and then we can both sleep together tonight.” You weakly nodded, but you couldn’t stay awake any longer. You felt like you were moving, but your body was slowly going numb, until everything disappeared. “(f/n)? (f-f/n)? H-hey! Hey this isn’t a joke! WAKE UP! WAKE UP, PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!”

The second he saw the woman step away from you, a fiery phoenix flew towards her, but she’d disappeared before it could hit her. Diluc ran to you as he watched your body fall to the ground.

He fell to his knees and quickly picked you up, shaking you a little. There was something that snapped inside. He’d always kept his composure, but after seeing what had happened, his emotions burst out of him. He wasn’t in control of anything. He couldn’t control his thoughts, emotions… or your death.

“It’ll be fine! Everything’s fine!” He said, pressing his hand to the wound. You winced at the pain as your skin started to turn purple and blood spilled out of your mouth.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” He shook his head, taking your face in his hands.

“No. I’m sorry. I sh-should’ve gotten here faster.” He was still trying to convince himself you were going to be fine, but deep down, he knew the truth. He knew the ugly truth that was coming up.

“D-Diluc… y-you’re pretty.” His eyes clenched shut at your words as a tear slid down his cheek.

“Don’t leave. Th-there are so many things I-I want to do with you. Pl-please don’t leave me. Wh-what d-do I do?” You smiled weakly at him.

“Y-you b-be the Darknight H-hero…” He scoffed and looked down at you.

“Without you… I’m nothing.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to deny his words, but you were so tired. Slowly, the world faded away and you could no longer hear his cries. “No! NO! NO!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! STOP! COME BACK! PLEASE BRING MY (F/N) BACK!”

The wolf within had appeared but he wasn’t able to catch up before the woman disappeared. He ran to you and picked you up, seeing the blood gushing out of the wound.

“N-no! (f/n)!” Tears flooded his eyes as he watched your color turn purple. That woman, she reeked of poison so she must’ve poisoned you.

“Shhh…” You muttered, holding your hand to his cheek. “D-don’t c-cry.” He didn’t know what to do. He felt so lost and helpless, but the worst part… he knew what was coming. He shook his head vehemently and tried to pick you up, but you let out a cry of pain, making him lower you back down.

“I c-can save you!”

“I-it’s ok… it’s ok, Razor. I… I’ll be ok.” He hated those words. He hated everything you were saying so much. Razor adored you, he missed you every second he couldn't be with you and normally, he’d never hate your words. But today… right now, he hated how right you were. He shook his head as the tears slid down his cheeks as he felt you slip away.

“Do-don’t do this t-to me. Not you too… they left me. Why do you want to leave me too?” You weakly tugged him down and made him kiss you, but half way through the kiss, he felt your head fall back and he knew. You were gone.

He knew that woman that had done this to you. He knew her and he was going to make sure she paid. But right now… right now you were more important. Xiao took you in his arms as tears started to fill his eyes. He’d never felt like this before and he hated feeling like this.

You made him feel so powerful, so invincible, so untouchable. But right now, he felt so vulnerable and broken. If he had been faster, if he had just gotten here faster he could’ve saved you. He could’ve been hugging you, seeing your skin bright with life, seeing your glimmering eyes, seeing that dazzling smile. But no, he was a failure.

A sob escaped his lips as he watched you starting to slip away. He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“D-don’t do this. Pl-please don’t leave me. Y-you pro-promised you w-wouldn’t do this to me!” He looked down at you but you still had that angelic smile on your face. Why? Why would you do this?! You touched his cheek and spoke; your voice was a quiet whisper, but he heard it.

“I-I love y-you, Xiao…” He shook his head and glared at the sky before shutting his eyes. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see this happening to you.

“I love you too. S-so much.” He felt your body go limp and another sob escaped his lips. “Y-you pr-promised you’d c-come back to me.” He raised your face closer to him and pressed a kiss against your lips. “P-please come back to me. I-I can’t live without you… I do-don’t want to.”

He sprinted down the hill towards where you lay, gathering you in his arms when he was at the bottom. He didn’t know what to do, there was so much blood, so much poison, and no hope. He fell beside you and pressed his hands onto the wound as blood gushed out.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, it’s ok, it’s ok, everything’s just fine!” You winced in pain in your torso, but it didn’t last very long. It only took a minute before you lost feeling in your legs and arms.

“Xingqiu… i-it hurts.”

“I know, I know and I’m so sorry! If I was faster, I could’ve helped you. It’ll be ok, I promise, my love. I won’t stop until you’re taken care of.” Why didn’t he believe his own words? Maybe it was the fading light in your eyes, maybe it was the color draining from your face, maybe it was the sheer amount of blood that poured from the wound… but Xingqiu didn’t have a single ounce of hope. Why? Why was the world doing this to him? Why was it punishing you like this? Did he do something? Did he commit a sin that was so unforgivable that the universe or the gods would punish someone as sweet and amazing as you?

He wanted to cry, but he bit his lip to hold the tears back. His eyes were glossy and his vision was blurry, but he refused to cry. He wasn’t going to show you the fleeting hope in him. He wasn’t going to show you that he was a liar.

“Xingqiu… w-will y-you g-give me one l-last kiss?” His head snapped to you and he shook his head.

“It won’t be our last kiss! We’ll have more chances. We’ll have so many more chances.” He did kiss you however. It was short and sweet, as he returned to applying pressure onto the wound. His eyes flickered to you for a second before his entire body tensed. You were staring at the sky… with dull, lifeless eyes. “(f-f/n)? H-hey… hey wake up.” He gently shook your shoulders. “Hey, stop. Th-this isn’t funny! I know you like playing tricks on me but this isn’t funny! St-stop!!” Finally, he broke. He laid his head on your chest as his tears started to flow.

“NO!” Oh, he knew that woman well. He’d worked with her once. She was, indeed, powerful. She was a killing machine and there was a time where he was impressed by her. But right now he felt nothing but pure hatred for her. But that had to wait, because you… you were dying.

Childe pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest and kissing your head. He was trembling and his emotions were a mess. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he looked down at you. The wound oozed with red and purple, so he knew you’d been poisoned.

“H-hey, darling. You ok? Everything’s just gonna be ok, you hear me?” You gave him a weak nod as you looked down at the wound. However, he took your face and made you look up at him. “No, no. Just look at me. Nothing but me.”

“I-I won’t… I’m tired.”

“HEY! Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes on me! Everything’s going to be fine! Everything… everything is fine. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare even think about leaving me. Don’t you… don’t do it. Please, god I’m begging you (f/n)! Don’t leave me all alone in this world!”

“I-I ca-can’t stay…”

“Yes, y-yes you can! You can’t leave me, please d-don’t.. I-I don’t know what to do! What am I supposed to do?! Just go on, pretending everything’s ok?! JUST PRETEND LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE DIDN’T LEAVE ME?!”

“Shh… d-don’t get so angry.”

“I-” He sighed, taking in a shaky breath, “I love you so much i-it’s hard to breathe without you. Do-don’t take away m-my reason for li-living.” You didn’t answer. You only weakly smiled before your eyes closed and your head fell back. Childe’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “N-no. No- HEY! No, no, no! Please no!” He held you against his chest as he let out a scream. What else could he do besides cry.

Your boyfriend stood up, holding you tightly in his arms. There was only one thought in his mind as he glared in the direction the woman had gone.

There was nothing left for him. So he wouldn’t stop; he would relentlessly hunt that woman down and tear her apart completely. That way, she could feel an ounce of his pain.

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yoonpobs · 4 years ago

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bad boy good thing ii. | m

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 245

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

The next time you see Jungkook you’re slower than he is when it comes to avoiding his presence. You were smart but Jungkook was sneaky—a characteristic that allowed him to weasel his way into your heart and your mind.

“Sweets.” He calls, tone smiling and your heart flutters unconsciously to the term of endearment that sounded a lot more taunting than it should be.

“We’re in public.” You hiss, reminding him of what you were—his secret.

He seems pleased with your reaction like he enjoys flustering you till no end that proves his upper hand when it came to your dynamics. You weren’t sure when it happened but one day he decided he wasn’t your younger friend Jungkook but Jungkook who could dampen your panties with just his smile.

“You didn’t seem to mind at the party.” He shrugs.

You glare at him shifting away from his body that leans closer when he joined you in the study booth. You chose this particular place because it was secluded away from the main area of the library, tucked in a corner where no one ever goes because it was deadly silent.

So you have no idea what the hell is Jungkook doing here, especially when you knew he had a game earlier; given he’s still in his jersey and with the musky scent of sweat and his laundry detergent.

“I’m studying.” You clip.

You avoid Jungkook’s gaze because you know one look and you’ll melt. But you needed to toughen up because you weren’t going to fall pliant to his touch anymore, or his smile or his smooth words. You remember who he is and who you were.

“Me too.” Jungkook retorts, purposefully sliding closer with a random book he’s snatched from the shelves.

You purse your lips and straighten your back, focusing purely on the task at hand rather than the fact that Jungkook was trying his best to make as much contact with your shoulder as he possibly could with his own.

Jungkook huffs when he realises that you weren’t budging, fully stuck in a half-study-half-dazed mode whenever he was around. What he didn’t know was that with every press against your stature, was a flutter in response.

“Why aren’t you celebrating?” You mutter.

Jungkook grins when he realises you’re casually flipping through your textbook while you await his response. He leans on his palm while staring straight at your face, eyes set directly on your cheek that it makes you flush harder.

“I am.” He replies smoothly, “With you.”

You roll your eyes at the flirtatious attempt even if it did make your stomach feel funny. Jungkook made you feel things out of your own control but you knew better than to continue falling for the same tricks over and over again.

“I need to study so leave me alone.” You clip.

Jungkook pouts in a mocking manner before leaning back into his chair, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair.

“You’ve been avoiding me, sweets.”

You freeze at the statement, fingers tightly gripping the sheets of paper while you force yourself to keep a neutral expression.

“No, I haven’t.” You say tightly.

Jungkook scoffs, “I’m not stupid, babe. You’ve been avoiding me ever since the night of the party.”

The night of the party was a reminder to yourself that Jungkook was horrible for you because he made you act out of your rationale, willing you to do things that you’d never do. And you made that mistake once and you weren’t going to make it again.

“And if I was?” You retort.

Jungkook tongues the inside his cheek before looking ahead, a light smirk painting his face. It’s an expression you know intimately because it’s a look he only has when he knows you’ve always been pliant for him, ready to please.

“Then I’d be really disappointed.”

“Good. I was serious.” You snap, eyes finally darting to his face in slits and he’s already looking at you.

“But you’re not pushing me away, are you?” Jungkook asks in a low voice, and somehow his palm has splayed itself on your thigh, spreading them wide enough for him to rub tempting circles on your skin.

You don’t, because while his touch is scalding it’s just as addictive.

“Leave me alone, Jungkook.” You say through a shaky breath.

He chuckles darkly and then his nose is nudging your jaw, breath hot on your neck while he hikes his hand higher up your skirt.

“You don’t seem like you want me to leave you alone, hm?” He mumbles onto your neck, causing goosebumps to arise.

Your grip on the desk tightens when he brushes his finger over the fabric of your panties and you’re mortified to realise that it’s already damp. Jungkook realises this too and he chuckles against your jaw, biting into the flesh that has you gasping.

“I-I need to study …” You choke when he presses firmly onto your clit, your hips jumping at the stimulation.

“I heard you, sweets.” He hums, “Think you can multitask?”

You hate how he reduced you to nothing but mush, reasoning and pride out the window when he pushes your panties aside to spread the slickness of your pussy with his index finger.

“J-Jungkook …” You whimper.

His nose is pressed against your cheek when he trails his lips across your jaw, down your chin and eventually your neck. The feeling of his lips is familiar but distant and it only makes your heart clench at the unattainable feeling.

You remember that he wasn’t yours. That he is as much Jennie’s as you were his; and your eyes widen in alarm, hands reaching out to grip at his wrist before he can slip a digit into your leaking hole.

“I said we can’t keep doing this.” You say weakly.

Jungkook frowns at you when you pull away completely, crossing your legs so that he won’t have easy access anymore. Your cheeks are hot and it’s both in arousal and embarrassment because you’ve easily allowed him into your heart via your body yet again, despite your own mind warning against it.

“What gives?” He asks irritatedly like he doesn’t understand why you’re pulling away.

You don’t expect him to, not when he has all the options in the world and the only person that sees you like this is … him.

“I’m busy.” You lie through your teeth. You haven’t been paying attention to your books the moment he’s arrived and you were far too distracted to continue.

Jungkook scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you when you firmly avoid his stare.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You’ve been acting weird ever since the party and you literally just upped and left when I joined you and Jimin the other day.” He bites, “So I’m asking again: what gives?”

You keep your lips shut because you don’t have the courage to tell him that it’s your heart that’s tired. That you don’t think you can do this anymore because it hurts too much when he pulls away and pretends like nothing happened, only to return when it’s convenient.

“You know I don’t like it when people don’t answer me, baby.” He growls, mouth impossibly close to your ear.

You tighten your grip on the table as you clench your jaw, trying to even out your breathing so you don’t say anything rash.

“You’re really testing my patience here, ______.”

And you’re still floored at how this was the same Jungkook that used to thank you with a wide grin every time you offered help with his homework in high school, or when he’d hold umbrellas for the both of you. This was Jungkook, but older, and a lot meaner.

“I just need to study, Jungkook …” You say softly, hoping he’d take that as his queue to leave.

“And I just want to have fun, sweets.” He whispers, lips close to the shell of your ear.

The word throws you off, and you feel the anger rise.

“Fun? That’s all I am to you? A fun time?” You fume.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sudden one-eighty shift of your mood when you snap at him. But like you mentioned, he wasn’t the same, shy Jungkook that used to follow you around everywhere—this was someone different.

“What are you implying?” He furrows his brows at you.

“I’m saying—” You poke into his chest with fierce eyes, “—I don’t want to be just a fun time anymore. I’m done with … whatever this is, Jungkook.”

Jungkook locks his jaw before staring at you with dark and unreadable eyes.

“You say this now but we both know that I’m the only one that can make you scream the way you do.” He whispers.

You shiver but stand your ground.

“I don’t care. What my mind and what my body wants are two different things. And I’m telling you that all of this has to stop.” You gesture to your bodies.

“What is this really about?” He sighs, “Come on. Tell me like a big girl.”

He leans back, brash and with a lazy smirk on his face like he’s half-expecting you to apologise and fall back onto him, mouth on his cock like an apology letter. But you’re so so tired and your heart hurts because you think of Jennie. You think of the same mouth that holds all the words to hurt you on hers, and you prepare for it.

“It’s because I’m done with you, Jungkook!” You seethe, “You can’t have two girls at once especially when you’re only halfway in my door and living in her house.”

Jungkook furrows his brows, “Two girls—?”

“I saw the video of you and Jennie.” You whisper, “I don’t know when the fuck that happened. If it was before you pulled that stunt in the bathroom or after—but I don’t want anything to do with that.”

You quickly clear your belongings and stand up to leave, but Jungkook has a tight grip on your wrist so that you can’t walk away.

“Why are you mad about that?” He asks, genuinely confused.

You gape at him, opening and closing your mouth to find the right words to say but they all fall short.

“Why—what? Are you not hearing yourself? Of course, I’m fucking pissed! You finger me like some fucking pornstar and kiss me like I’m yours and the next thing you know it you’re kissing some other girl while pretending like I don’t exist. Like we weren’t friends that grew up together or the fact that you and I were close before you turned into this asshole.”

Jungkook blinks at you.

“We are still friends …” He says slowly.

You want to rip your hair out because having this conversation only tires and hurts you further, but Jungkook is oblivious to the internal dilemma that you were having with your own heart.

“Friends don’t do this shit to each other, Jungkook.” You hiss, “You don’t fuck someone over because you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

“Why are you acting as if you weren’t as into it as I was?” Jungkook retorts, tone defensive.

“It’s because I was! I was so fucking into it that it blindsided me! I don’t do this shit, Jungkook—not with anyone else and it just had to be you that this happened to me with.”

Jungkook pauses, and his eyes turn impossible dark. His face is terrifying when he inches closer, all evidence of other emotions but blankness and fury painting his features.

“If it wasn’t me then no one would’ve ever touched you.” He spits as your eyes widen at his tone, “I did you a favour by deciding that you were worth it. And maybe you’re not because clearly you got attached and you want shit to be exclusive, right?”

You stare at Jungkook because Jungkook was mean but never like this. Never personal and poking at all your unhealed wounds.

“Jung—”

“Shut up,” He sneers, “I strung you around because I felt bad for you. Twenty-five and a virgin? If not me then who else, hm? Jimin wouldn’t touch you and neither would Tae. You’re just an uptight prude with a stick up her ass that can’t do anything but study. And yeah—I kissed Jennie. Right after I fingered you so hard that you cried because at least she won’t just sit there like a starfish and take whatever’s given to her.”

You blink at Jungkook, arms limp by your sides when he spits all the venomous words to your face, unapologetic when his eyes burn with intense disdain for the person he was talking to.

Everything is numb, and you can’t react because you don’t know how to. But you feel a tear slip past your eye because it’s hot—it’s hot compared to the cold atmosphere that crackles in the air.

Every single one of your insecurities was thrown out the window without a single care and Jungkook looked damned sure that he meant every word. And it hurts even more because you remember confiding him in the same things he was weaponising.

You don’t say anything at all, but your body reacts and more tears fall despite your mortification.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Jungkook.” You say through a choked breath, shoving past him with your belongings tucked tightly against your body.

Jungkook doesn’t even chase after you, frozen into place with his own words that left his mouth.

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popes-jj · 3 years ago

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Paradise on Earth - Pogues x Routledge!OC PART 1

Summary: this story follows Cassie Routledge, John B’s twin sister through the events of OBX seasons 1+2.

Parings: rafe x Routledge!oc + Routledge!oc x the pogues + some JJ x Routledge!oc + everyone else.

[specifically rafe x Routledge!oc]

Disclaimer: kind of fanon rafe in some future parts, this is not condoning this type of relationship or Rafes behaviour, this is not me saying anything, it is just a story. Also in this, I have changed Rafe to be 18 and OC & the pogues are 17 in s1 not 16 :)

Warnings: mentions of drugs/drug use, mentions of death, violence, mention of violence, sexual innuendos, mentions of sex (not detailed), toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, sad content, psychotic behaviour/tendencies, bad mental health, abuse, sexual language, swearing. (I think that is all)

This is my own work but I do not own OBX or their storyline or characters!!!

MASTERLIST

The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth.. or so they say. For people like Cassie Routledge, it was just home. Well, the cut was at least, born and raised where she lived with her brother and father, that was until her father went missing 9 months ago. Lost at sea..

It had been hard for Cassie and John B since their fathers disappearance, they lived alone in their 'Chateau'. They tried their best to cope with the bills that just seemed to very stop, and their friends constant need to party and drink, not that the two didn't partake, they did of course. Cassie's day to day was mostly parties and constant noise from their friend group.

They all proudly call themselves Pogues, all of them being born and raised in The Cut, almost all anyway, Kiara was the only exception to that, have being a Kook initially, but they welcomed her in the Pogue life.

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"That's what, a three-story fall to the deck?" Cassie opened her eyes to Popes voice breaking the groups comfortable silence. "I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival." Cassie rolled her eyes, looking up at her brother that was balancing on top of the buildings roof. Idiot.

"Hm.." John B licked his finger, pointing it to the air. Everyone's attention now on the boy above. "Should I do it?" He asked, a smile on his face.

"Yeah you should jump. I'll shoot you on the way down." Pope laughed, holding a drill tool up towards the Routledge boy.

"Yeah, let's see if you can break both legs at once." Cassie spoke up, standing up from her position on the floor. Hand over her eyes so she could get a proper look at her brother. This wasn't uncommon for the group, to be sat around a construction site on a random evening, summer had just started and they had already found themselves to be bored.

"You'll shoot me?" John B spoke, amused by the boy below.

"Yep."

The two made shooting noises to each other, JJ and Cassie locked eyes, and laughed slightly to each other, amused at the two boys being stupid.

Kiara stormed out of the unfinished building, clearly annoyed. "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers.."

"Of course!" JJ spoke up, "Why wouldn't they?"

"This used to be a turtle habitat but who cares about the turtles, I guess.." Kiara said, looking around.

"I can't have cold towels!" JJ joked.

Kiara looked up at John B, as he stood upon the roof still. "Can you not kill yourself please?" She asked.

"No!" Cassie whined, jokingly. "If he falls, I get a bigger room. John B, as you were." She smiled at her brother who faked being hurt, putting on a fake frown at her.

"Wow, feelings are hurt, Cassandra."

"Oh, shut up." She rolled her eyes at the use of her full name, she walked over and climbed up and perched herself to be sat next to JJ on some scaffolding, snatching the beer from his hands and taking a sip.

"Don't spill that beer, I'm not giving you another one!" JJ shouted up.

John B lifted his leg up, trying to balance on the edge of the roof, his beer falling from his hand and slamming against the deck. "Good job!" Cassie put her thumbs up to her brother who just laughed.

"Of course you did! Right when I asked you not to." JJ laughed as John B groaned about his fallen beer.

"A plus!" Pope clapped.

"HEY!" A deep male voice shouted.

"Hey, uh, security's here." Pope said calming, leaning over the wooden railing. "Let's wrap it up."

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll." JJ called to John B.

JJ hopped down off the scaffolding and held his arms out of Cassie. "M'lady" Cassie took the help down and ran off into the house with her friends, all laughing as they did so.

The guards chased the group through the house, trying to catch them, almost catching JJ as he slid over the floor. The five of them hopped the fence and made it to their van, 'The Twinkie', John B in front seat, Cassie hopped in next to him in the passenger seat. Kiara made it to the back and left the van door open for JJ and Pope to hop in as they had small trouble getting over the fence.

They all laughed as they continued down the road, van door wide open as JJ jokingly called after the guard that was chasing them down on foot. "C'mon Gary!" JJ taunted.

"You're gonna give him a heart attack!" Kiara laughed.

"I don't know, Kie, I think he looks thirsty!" Cassie called out from the front.

"I think you are right, Cass. Hey, Gary! Want a beer?" JJ threw a beer at the running security guard, "They don't pay you enough, bro!"

"JJ, stop! Stop." Kiara sternly told the blonde boy.

"Oh, C'mon. That sort of the initiative is begging to be punished." JJ laughed, looking back at the guard. They closed the van door and continued on their drive, laughing whilst doing so.

"Okay, so, party tonight?" JJ spoke up as he rolled a blunt, resting his head against the back of the drivers seat.

"Is that even a question at this point?" Cassie asked, holding her hand out to the blonde boy. He placed the blunt in her hand along with his lighter. She studied the lighter for a second, rubbing her thumb over the words 'JJ' that was carved into the silver lighter.

"No.. well- I don't know. Sometimes Pope isn't fun Pope and has to 'study'" JJ made quote signs in the air with his hands awkwardly, watching as the Routledge girl placed the blunt between her lips and lit it. "Pope?" He asked, turning away to look at the boy.

"It's summer, J." Pope looked around confused, unsure if the boy was making a bad joke.

"Great! Lovely to hear!" JJ clapped his hands together and turned back to Cassie. "Cassie, if I may?" Cassie handed him back the blunt reluctantly, getting a small glare from John B.

parts 1-3 up on my wattpadd now :)

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visionmarred-archive · 3 years ago

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I know he is a very controversial character, how would you would change Xander character?

What would you change in his arc? Lines, motivations, whole scenes?

And what would you keep the same?

I didn't think anybody was paying any attention to my BtVS ramblings so ty! I'm flattered you'd like my opinion on it :o

I'm putting my longer and Opinionated (tm) answer under a cut because wow I cannot shut up when asked my opinion on smth, sorry about that. TL;DR: Wh/don doesn't get Xander anymore, my OC now bc I know him better and I love his potential. also J/ss Wh/don critical bc uhh yeah. a lot of my issues are w that guy.

what I like: Xander is meant to be the heart of the Scoobies - literally, via the fight with Adam - and he has these amazing moments where it shows! he's loyal and he loves his friends. he's a guy who, at 16 years old, decided that he was going to help this girl he'd only just met. his worldview's just changed, one of his best friends just died, but he stays and he helps. I don't think he's given enough credit for just how brave he is. him disliking Angel's presence in s3 bc of Angelus's crimes in s2 feels like Xander is meant to be the bad guy, since Buffy and Angel are the main romance, but imo Xander was totally justified in calling Buffy out there. (that could just be me not like Angel in BtVS but liking him in AtS though, so grains of salt ksdfjsg)

what I don't: the misogyny that's present with his character in every season. the cheating arc in s3, which feels stupid all around as a plotline ngl?? his tendency to be like "okay honey" long-suffering with Anya even though he loves her. his crush on Buffy. the character shilling for Riley. the slut-shaming, as part of the misogyny; how he consistently talks to Cordelia and his reaction to Buffy sleeping with Spike in s6. which is... hmm. bc remember when he thought Buffybot was Buffy banging Spike?? and was concerned but not nearly as aggressive? okay Xand

these are just the top of my head, I'm sure I could add more to both if I thought about it? but that's the gist of it. get rid of a lot of those issues and emphasize the heart and loyalty he has, and I think that would be an improvement over what we got in the show is my shortest answer there 🥴

it's kind of like... I guess to preface, a lot of my issues with Xander are things that pop up all over in Wh/don's writing? or seem to be Wh/don issues in general? now these are absolutely just my opinions here, nobody has any obligation to agree or w/e, but Nicholas Brendon himself said that Xander is meant to be a stand-in for Wh/don iirc. "that's why he gets all the best lines" or so the quote goes, I think.

in my opinion, it shows in ways aside from the sarcasm; Xander is often used to give Wh/don's opinions about things going on in the show, and imo, represent Wh/don's own relationship with women. it's something that pops up later with the Trio in season six, who are mocked routinely for their nerdy interests. it's something that comes front and center with them in most of their scenes, at least until they stop being a joke in the second half of the season, and even after that they're still made fun of for it. and back to Xander: there are a lot of issues with his character, he's controversial like you said, but imo, what he's usually called out for in-universe is being a nerd. the jocks pick on him for it for sure, but the ladies too. Cordelia, for instance, tends to go for the "loser" insult if she's gonna rag on him. Xander slut-shames her in return when they argue. idk how to explain it terribly well, but that feels like a thing that pops up a lot in Wh/don's writing: men are insulted because they aren't manly enough and/or they have nerdy interests, women are slut-shamed or called other slurs. definitely not every single instance, but enough of a pattern that feels like Wh/don's own feelings on the matter and it affects how Xander is written and characterized, imo. Xander is either in the right about issues, or he's being punished and mocked for the wrong reasons.

also, the character shilling with Riley; he wasn't a popular love interest for Buffy, but afaik, Wh/don was tired of the vampire romances and wanted Buffy to have a more "normal" guy, so enter Xander's speech about how great Riley is. to me personally, it feels like Xander's been taken over to be Wh/don's "look what you made Buffy give up" to the audience. his relationship with Anya also feels like symptoms of the larger problem, how Anya was relegated to a blunt walking punchline instead of this amazing 1000+ year old woman who's experienced a lot. Xander is affectionately long-suffering, which reflects how the writing, imo, wants us to feel about Anya.

so I guess it's like... Xander on his own, the concept of him as the heart of the team? I love that guy. I love him a lot. one of my absolute favorite Xander scenes is in "The Freshman", when he makes that unexpected return from his road trip and gives Buffy a pep talk that gives her her confidence back. or another instance, the famous yellow crayon and "I love you" talk that cooled Willow down at the end of season six. I don't think this trait is shown as much as it could be, but Xander has these amazing moments of showing his absolute love and loyalty to his friends. it's my favorite thing about him and, ultimately, why I still like him for the most part. I think they should've emphasized that more. it's the Xander who's supposed to represent Wh/don's views on things happening in-universe or about topics in general that I loathe. no, pal, you aren't single bc you're a nerd, you're single bc you're being creepy around women and make those gross comments. Nice Guy (tm) fedora syndrome.

what I'd change is... mildly complicated bc a lot of it feels like symptoms of the show's writing in general?? but to start: get rid of the Nice Guy attitude he has w Buffy. and in general. just drop that crush bc I don't like it much, personally. give him a better relationship with Giles! it makes me sad that Giles just kinda tolerates him at best where he's basically adopted Buffy and Willow. have him confront his issues with women; I would've loved to see Xander start, like, taking women's studies classes at a community college or something after he starts dating Anya, because women scorned and issues with men are sort of her thing?? that could've been really nice to see with him, especially since Anya came to Sunnydale because of him in the first place. confront some of those issues he has with women there. he comes out as bi bc that's my hc for him lol. also, mentioning Jesse and how that affected him :( dude gets forgotten after the first two eps and that's sad. I read a meta a while back about how much more powerful Xander's march to save Buffy in "Prophecy Girl" would've been if it was motivated by platonic love and the desire to save his friend this time, as opposed to a crush on Buffy. also also: Xander very clearly has an awful home life, if the dude is willing to sleep outside in Sunnydale instead of be inside with his family on Christmas. maybe we could explore that a bit??? you see bits of it in "Hell's Bells" and vague references throughout the series, same w Willow's home life, but Joyce is p much the only parent that's really ever talked about. once again, we could give a better relationship w Giles there by having Giles take Xander in for the night when things are rough. let him show some affection and sympathy, man. let anybody show affection and sympathy please?? also also also: wtf is w him and Dawn in the comics. that just squicks me out, personally. please let's not.

if you read all this then bless ksdfjghdsg I hope this made sense?? I feel like I rambled a bit and it's not as coherent as it could be but them's my thoughts! I'm adopting him as my OC now so that he can't be used as a mouthpiece anymore and he can just be his own dude.

#Sierra's Asks #Anonymous #BtVS stuff #anti Joss Whedon #to be on the safe side and to tag properly #Xander Harris for ts

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years ago

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New Life Pt.2

Word Count: 1,730

Characters: Young!Derek Hale, Zach Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (brief), OC Characters, Reader

Pairings: Zach Salvatore x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, small fluff, TW: death

A/N: okay! since my other series is coming to an end, I decided to start this one up again. This series is a crossover between The Vampire Diaries and Teen Wolf, taking place after the Hale fire, in Mystic Falls. You do not need to know anything about Vampire Diaries to read this series, nor do you need to know much about Teen Wolf.

A/N 2: This series is sort of a pre-series to another series that I have planned after this one, which will take place around season 3 of teen wolf, and around season 4-5 of Vampire Diaries

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“Happy birthday (Y/N)!” you heard your mom’s voice as she walked into your room, waking you up.

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around her.

“Thanks, Mom,” she stroked your cheek softly before kissing your forehead.

“Come get ready, there’s a surprise for you downstairs, okay?” she said.

You nodded your head before she hugged you once again.

“My baby’s growing up,” she said to herself, before leaving your room.

---

Your body shot up in your bed as you opened your eyes, taking deep breaths. You were still in your room at Zach’s house. You let out a shaky breath before looking at the clock. It was only 4. There was no way you were going back to sleep now.

You continued to sit on your bed for a while, taking a breath while you thought back to the events of the past year. It had already been one year, something you seemed to have trouble gripping. It was now April 16th, your 16th birthday came.

You changed your clothes, trying to keep your mind off what today was as you tied up your hair, leaving a note for Zach that you’d be out on a run. Music and running always seemed to help clear your mind. You raised the volume as high as it would go, plugging in both headphones before you walked out of the house.

---

“Mom?” you walked downstairs, finding your boyfriend instead of your mom.

“Jay, what are you doing here?!” you exclaimed happily, while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You thought I was gonna forget your birthday?” he smirked, making warmth flutter throughout your body.

“I’m really happy you’re here,” you felt a slight blush on your cheeks.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, come with me.”

---

You dug your nails into your hand, walking into school.

The only thing you could think of was your mom. You knew what happened was all your fault and your mom was the one who had to suffer because of your dumb mistakes.

“Hey, happy birthday, (Y/N),” you heard Dean’s voice from behind you as you turned to face him.

“Uhm, thanks,” you gave him a tight smile.

“You idiot!” you saw Emily yell at Dean, before smacking his arm.

“Ow!” he exclaimed.

“Don’t you remember last year? She doesn't want to celebrate her birthday this year!” Emily whisper-yelled, and seemed to forget about you standing right there.

“Em, leave him be. I’m fine. But we need to get to class,” your and Emily’s relationship was confusing to most people.

The two of you hated each other, but were always the first ones in line to protect one another from anything or anyone. Sometimes, she would annoy you, but other times you were grateful, not that you’d ever admit that to her.

Emily wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“You don't have to pretend to be so brave,” she squeezed you in a tight hug while you groaned.

“Emily, really, get to class,” you saw Derek approaching you, looking a little upset.

Oh, great

“I was under the impression that you were gonna give me a ride to school today,” he started.

“Oh, what made you think that?” you were slightly annoyed by him while he groaned.

“Because! I asked you last night! You said that you’d give me a ride,” he replied.

“Okay, wolf-boy, calm down. It was an accident,” you rolled your eyes, leaving Derek standing there with his mouth open, in shock.

Just as he thought the two of you were becoming friends.

You walked into your first-period class, sitting in your seat.

----

“Mom?” you groaned softly, putting your head up as you squinted your eyes, looking around the dark room.

“Mom!” you felt the ropes tied to your wrists and ankles as panic began to rise in your chest.

“Mom!” you cried out again.

“(Y/N)! I-I’m right here,” she cried out.

The lights flipped on, while you saw your mom in front of you, tied to a chair with blood dripping from wounds.

Your eyes watered immediately, as you tried to pull yourself out of the ropes, screaming out for your mom.

“(Y/N), calm down,” your mother’s voice remained calm while you cried softly.

“Mom, you’re bleeding,” you cried.

“I know, I know, kiddo. Just stay calm,” she said softly.

“W-Who… Who did this?” your voice was shaking as you saw a familiar figure walk into the room.

“J-Jay… what are you doing?”

---

“Miss (Y/L/N)!” you peaked your head up, hearing your teacher call your name.

“Yes, sir,” you cleared your throat.

“What’s the equation?” you flipped through your notebook, before reading it aloud.

“A squared plus B squared plus C times x plus D times x plus E,” your teacher gave you a look before looking back at the board.

“Did you just fall asleep?” you heard Derek whisper to you.

“Shut up, I’m trying to learn,” you replied.

“What's going on with you? Really? You're acting differently,” he asked.

“Shut up, Derek,” you said again.

“Derek, (Y/N). Detention,” you rolled your eyes, clenching your jaw before glaring at him.

His face softened before he leaned back in his chair.

“Now, open up to page 384…”

---

“You got me detention! I’m allowed to be mad at you!” you slammed the door shut as you and Derek entered the Salvatore house.

“I already said sorry! I just wanted to know what’s wrong-”

“Have you ever considered that you’re my problem?! You with your constant blabbering! I couldn't care less about you and your life!” you yelled at him, while he flinched.

Your face softened before you clenched your jaw.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed.

“Don’t… I’ll leave you alone,” you could feel guilt immediately washing over you as he walked away, going to his room while you heard the door close.

“(Y/N)?” Zach walked to you, looking concerned.

You groaned softly, before shaking your head.

“I was being dumb,” you replied softly.

“What’s wrong?”

---

“What did we ever do to you?!” you screamed, watching as your boyfriend tied a cloth around your mom's mouth, holding a knife to her throat.

“She killed my parents!” he yelled.

“N-No, you’re getting it confused, o-okay?” you cried.

“So your mom isn’t an ex-hunter?” he scoffed.

“S-She… She is but she never did anything wrong!” you cried.

“My family was innocent!” he yelled. you saw his eyes glow grey, while he growled at you.

“Tell her what happened, Mrs. (Y/L/N)...”

---

“(Y/N),” you heard Zach knock at your door as you wiped your tears, sitting up.

“Is Derek okay? I-I didn't mean to scare… I would never hurt him,” you said softly.

“I think he was just surprised. But he’s fine. He’s actually asking how you’re doing,” Zach sighed.

“I’m fine,” you shrugged.

“Do you think I forgot what today is?” he sat down on your bed next to you.

You looked down, keeping your focus on your hands.

“What happened… what happened was terrible, and there's no way to fix it or make it go away,” Zach started.

“Zach, stop,” you shook your head, blinking back your tears. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your words.

“I-I…” your voice cracked as you dug your nails into your palms.

“Every time I close my eyes, I can see my mom dying. I-I can see Jay killing her,” you buried your face in your lap, trying to hold back your cries.

“You never told me that before,” he said.

“I thought you’d be mad at me,” you said softly.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“B-Because… you were ready to propose to my m-mom, and then I got her killed,” he caressed your back, trying to calm you.

“It wasn’t your fault. Things happen for a reason,” you knew he wouldn't be able to convince you it wasn't your fault, so you just nodded your head.

“How about you get some rest?” he kissed your forehead softly while you nodded before he left your room.

---

“Your family killed people. That’s why they’re dead,” you spat.

“(Y/N), just stop. Jay, I-I’m so, so sorry,” your mom apologized.

“No! It’s too late! They're dead!” he yelled.

“Jay, please. The past is the past. Please don’t hurt her,” you begged.

“She killed my parents and I had to watch. Now you’ll know how it feels,” you screamed out while he dragged the knife into her throat, while you watched the blood drip from her throat, her body going limp.

You cried loudly, screaming out as you pulled as hard as you could, trying to break free of the ropes.

“(Y/N)? Oh my god,” Stefan ran to you, taking the ropes off as he gasped, looking at your mom.

You fell into his arms, sobbing as he wrapped his arms around your shaking figure, trying to calm you.

---

You stood in front of Derek’s door, debating on whether or not to go in or not. You felt guilt for what you did to him, but were never one that was good with confrontation.

You froze in front of the door, before it opened, Derek’s surprised look in front of you.

“(Y/N),” he replied.

“Hey! Uhm, well, I just wanted to say…” you started, your voice drifting off.

He crossed his arm, leaning against his doorway, with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, don’t strain yourself,” he muttered.

You gasped, smacking his arm lightly before shaking your head, earning a small chuckle from him.

“I wanted to say sorry for snapping at you, okay? You don’t have to be an asshole,” you replied.

“Wow, thank you for that, I can’t imagine how hard that must have been on you,” you could hear the sarcasm in his voice as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m trying to be nice,” you scoffed.

“Oh, yeah, I forgave you hours ago. It’s just fun to see you like this,” he laughed.

“Derek!” you started.

“I know it’ll kill you to talk about. Now, what do you say we just go to a movie, and you pay, okay?”

“Oh, god, yes,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder before the two of you made your way downstairs.

“Oh, happy birthday, by the way,” you raised an eyebrow, before he gave you a look, walking out of the house with you.

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blackandgoldandeverythingnice · 4 years ago

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i don’t remember me (before you) - j. debrusk [part ii]

Pairing: Jake DeBrusk x female!OC

Summary: Could it be more cliche than falling in love with your neighbor when she wasn’t exactly available? What happens when getting her to fall in love with you isn’t even the hard part?

Word Count: 9,077

A/N: so, part ii - maybe one day i’ll get good at summaries and update them accordingly but honestly, no promises. this one has a LOT of warnings and i’ll adore any and all feedback.

Warnings: adult themes, alcohol consumption, abuse [very much the abuse in this part so please be warned], shitty boyfriend/ex-boyfriend, swearing...I think that’s it

part ii

“I have travelled many miles, I don't wanna walk no more Every road and every highway led me right back to your door” -lord huron

Jake was pretty sure he’d never seen Alina nervous before. Normally she was the quintessential Russian: serious, blank face that belied nothing about how she was feeling. But right now she was tapping her foot nervously and gnawing on her bottom lip. Her hair was up in a little half ponytail thing and he forgot he usually only saw her in scrubs, his sweats or a mini dress for a night out. This version of Alina was softer, not as sexy as ‘club Alina’ but he thought he might like it better. She had on a pair of ripped jeans with a loose cardigan buttoned up, cutting in a low v on her chest. They didn’t speak much in the car ride over but Jake kept a hand on her knee, rubbing at the bare skin he could get to.

When she’d showed up at his apartment after getting ready, she shoved a bottle of wine into his hand and anxiously asked if he thought it would be good enough. Jake had managed to make her laugh when he’d snorted at her, asking how it was she thought he would know what wine was good or not.

That same bottle was now being grasped tightly in one hand, her other squeezing at his thigh tightly.

“Ease up, Leenie – you’re gonna leave a mark.” He teased, tapping her hand softly.

“Oh! Sorry, Jed.” But she didn’t loosen her grip much and he just let her keep clinging to him. He realized while she was usually a blank face to everyone around her, lately – more often than not – she was completely and purely herself around him. It’s like a wall that had been blocking back emotions before had come down and now everything she thought played clearly on her face for him to see. But only for him.

It wasn’t a long ride to get to Charlie’s and when they pulled up, Jake went to climb out of the car but realized that Alina was still sitting quietly in the back seat.

“Maybe you should just go without me. I can have him take me back home.” She nodded at the driver who was frowning and looked like he was a minute away from yelling at them to get in or out.

“Nope.” Jake responded, reaching into the car and physically dragging her out. She stumbled slightly as she hit the curb and he managed to shut the door to the car mere seconds before the driver pulled away.

“Jake…” she practically whined. “They don’t like me. I should just go, you’ll have a better time without me.”

“Leenie, if you don’t go, I’m sure as hell not going. I spend all my time with these idiots, I want to be wherever you are.” The hesitance remained on her face and he stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “If you really don’t want to go, we’ll go home. Or out to dinner. Whatever you want. Ride or die.”

That earned him a giggle. “Ride or die?”

“I’m your ride or die, whatever you want, we’ll do.” He nodded seriously until she finally gave him a smile, her facing turning determined.

“Okay. We’ll go. But if they’re not nice to you, I’m gonna let ‘em have it.”

“I expect nothing less.” He teased, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Forehead kisses had become more and more frequent. As had holding hands, cuddling and the way Alina would nudge her nose into his neck, brushing her lashes against his skin. At this point, they were more affectionate than he’d been with any previous girlfriend.

It still wasn’t enough but he instinctively knew he needed to go slow, knew that he couldn’t risk pushing her into something she wasn’t ready for. Shit, he wasn’t even sure if she felt the same as he did. All he had was a ‘feeling’ that things between them were different, that they were out of the sure footing that had been their friendship and in some weird limbo zone where they were both trying to figure out what the other wanted.

Sighing to himself, he took her free hand and pulled her towards Charlie’s building. He had forgotten to ask exactly who was going to be there and now that they were in the elevator, he felt a little panicky about what they were walking into.

While he’d deny it to her, he knew Alina wasn’t his friends’ favorite. And her desire to protect him meant she overreacted to the smallest chirp that was thrown his way even when it didn’t bother him. He only hoped that tonight would go okay.

Walking into Charlie’s apartment, Jake immediately felt like this was the wrong decision. There were at least eight couples and some of the girls were looking at Alina critically, from the bottle of wine in her hand to the way she was clinging onto Jake. Looking friendly wasn’t something Alina excelled at so the stoic look that Jake knew came from a place of nervousness or shyness, instead made her look like a mega bitch.

He squeezed her hand gently and turned his face into her ear. “Smile, babe. You look entirely too Russian right now.”

Alina snorted, squeezing his hand back and relaxing slightly, smiling at him. “It’s just my face, I can’t help it.”

Jake rolled his eyes, dropping her hand and placing it on her lower back to lead her through the room. He wanted to find Charlie and, more importantly, Charlie’s girlfriend. Kiley was one of the sweetest girls he knew and had always been kind to Alina, usually the only one she’d talk to while waiting for him after games.

Walking into the kitchen, he found the hosts putting the finishing touch on plates of charcuterie. And really, that just meant they were unwrapping the clearly pre-made platters.

“So much for doing the heavy lifting,” Jake teased, bundling Kiley up into a big hug. Charlie hit him but stepped around him to pull Alina into a hug. Jake noticed her stiffen slightly but return the hug before pulling away quickly.

“Ki – you remember Alina.” Jake gestured, returning to her side and throwing an arm around her shoulders.

“Of course! Welcome.” She pulled her into a hug before accepting the offered bottle of wine. “Oh wow, this is really nice – you shouldn’t have.”

Alina flushed slightly, waving a hand dismissively. “It was always one of my favorites so I thought I’d share.”

“Well thank you.” Kiley said sincerely and Jake couldn’t help smiling at her. Charlie really had found a good one. “I say we open this in here and just save it for the two of us.”

“Great idea.” She grinned back conspiratorially. “Can I help with anything?”

“Grab a few glasses, yeah? And are you any good at opening wine?”

“Am I ever!” she responded, grabbing a wine key and getting to work on the wine she’d brought. “I used to work in my Dedushka’s restaurant, if you fucked up the bottle, you had to pay for it but you also got to drink it.”

Kiley grinned at the story, taking it at face value but Jake’s head shot up at the sound of her talking about being younger. He’d never once heard her mention anything about working in a restaurant.

“What’s a ‘dad-kush-kah’?” Charlie asked earning a little smile from Alina who promptly corrected his pronunciation.

“Grandfather.” She got a little faraway look in her eyes but quickly returned to the task at hand.

“Come on, man – come say hi to the rest of the guys.” Charlie tried to shove him back in the direction of the living room but he dug his heels in, twirling around to escape and slide next to Alina.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, leaning down so only she could hear him. “You okay? I can stay with you.”

It looked like she was thinking about it, her gray eyes searching his before she shook her head slightly. “Go on, I’m good – I’ll be a wine opening maniac.”

Instinctively, he pressed a kiss to her temple and ignored the look that Charlie and Kiley exchanged before following Chuck into the living room. He greeted his teammates and their significant others, smiling good-naturedly as the boys all yelled his name or teased him about one thing or another. He was just happy that Alina didn’t hear them or she’d end up lighting them up in his defense.

He managed to stay in the room for all of fourteen minutes before drifting back into the kitchen. Despite Charlie saying it was going to be just couples, a few of the girlfriends had brought friends and he got the distinct feeling Charlie Coyle’s girlfriend was trying to set him up with one of them. He walked back into the kitchen to find Alina perched on the counter, chatting animatedly with Kiley. He paused in the doorway to watch her as she gestured dramatically with one hand, large glass of wine in the other, only pausing her story to take a long sip and accept a piece of cheese that Ki had handed her. The sweater she had on had slipped off one shoulder and he eyed the bare skin greedily, aching to touch her.

It was a relief to see her getting along with at least one of the girls, a light floaty feeling filled him at the sight. Baby steps, he told himself, baby steps.

Eventually, he couldn’t resist interrupting, moving towards Alina and fitting himself between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on the top of his while continuing to talk to Kiley.

“But yeah, I’m super lucky the other nurses are so experienced and are actually super sweet. Have you been doing nights or days?”

The two girls continued the conversation around him like he hadn’t even joined and he contented himself with sharing Alina’s glass of wine and helping himself to one of the smaller trays that hadn’t been circulated out into the living room yet. They spent the better part of an hour in there, switching to a different bottle when Alina’s fancy one had been finished.

“If you’re not gonna get your own glass, you have to be the refill bitch.” She muttered in his ear, pressing an errant kiss to the side of his head before refocusing on whatever Kiley was saying to her.

He pushed back from the counter to refill from a new bottle, pouring it nearly to the brim before returning to his position. A couple other girls had wandered in to join them and Jake felt Alina stiffen slightly as the kitchen got more crowded.

“Ohh, boujee! Who brought this?” one of the girls cooed, picking up the now empty bottle that Alina had brought. “This is like 200 bucks.”

Surprised, he turned to catch Alina’s eye but she avoided his stare, cheeks flushing at the attention.

“JD’s gir – uh, neighbor brought it.” Kiley answered. Half a dozen people turned to look at Alina who just waved awkwardly and tightened her grip on him.

“That was – ” one of the girls who Jake was pretty sure was a friend of a friend paused to eye the way Alina and Jake were tangled together before continuing, “Generous of you, Jake.”

He knew what she was doing. It was something all the guys had to deal with: girls that wanted to be with a player because of the money. And if a girl was like that she usually assumed all the others were. Jake flushed with anger, opening his mouth to respond but Alina beat him to it.

“Actually, I bought it myself.” She answered stiffly, tugging the glass from Jake’s hand to take a sip.

The kitchen felt ice cold and tense, nothing like it had been when it had just been Kiley and Alina chatting. Thankfully, Chuck and Gryz came flying into the room shouting about everyone going into the living room. The girls that had just come in exchanged looks before turning to go while Alina stayed put. Kiley shot the two of them a concerned look but grabbed a few things to bring into the living room, leaving them alone.

He turned around so he could face her, placing a hand on either side of her body and leaning his forehead against hers. “Leen, ignore them.”

“I told you your friends hated me.” She mumbled, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Those are absolutely not my friends.” He nudged her nose with his. “Do you wanna go? I told you, the second you want to leave, we can.”

She was quiet for a second, fingers trailing along the sliver of skin between his shirt collar and hair. He practically melted into her at the sensation. “No, no – I need to be nicer. I do want your friends to like me…”

“How bout this: we spend another hour or so here, drink a bit more fancy wine and eat some cheese then we’ll go out to dinner – just you and me.”

That earned him a smile and her eyes brightened for the first time that night. “You’d do that for me?”

He sighed, feeling the wine loosen his tongue slightly. “Leenie, when’re you gonna learn I’d do anything for you?”

“I don’t deserve you, Jed.” She mumbled, staring straight at him, her eyes serious and intense.

“We’re not gonna do our little argument about who deserves who.” He teased but she stayed serious, eyes dropping slightly to his lips.

“Jake, I – ” he wasn’t sure what she was going to say, he wasn’t sure if she even knew because she cut herself off.

Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips gently to his. It caught him so off-guard he hesitated for a second but thankfully his instinct kicked in before she could pull back in embarrassment and he caught the back of back of her head, pulling her in closer.

It was like everything he’d been dreaming about but better. Alina tasted sweet like honey, her mouth hot on his as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. He wound the hand not buried in her hair around her waist, tucking up under her sweater to press his palm against her skin.

Reluctantly, she pulled back, staring at him seriously. “I’m sorry.”

“Why the fuck are you sorry, Leen? Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

She giggled, sliding off the counter and burying her face into his chest before turning up to look at him. “You still wanna stay?” she teased, eyes sparkling.

“Fuck,” he grumbled into the top of her head. “I really really don’t but we should.”

Just as he was leaning down to steal another kiss, Charlie bounced back into the room. “Heyo, what’re you two doing? Come have some more wine before we have to switch to the boxed stuff.”

He stared at the two of them, tangled around each other and faces flushed but that didn’t stop him from continuing to egg them on about moving into the living room with the rest of the party.

“Alright, alright – we’re coming!” he yelled over his shoulder finally, shooting him a dirty look for interrupting. He turned back to face Alina, resting his head against hers. “Maybe we’ll stay for like twenty minutes?”

Smirking, she stood on tiptoe to press the lightest kiss to his lips before moving around him to go into the living room. He scurried behind her to follow, catching up easily. He wrapped his arm around her waist, feeling her relax at his touch. The move wasn’t lost on nearly everyone in the room. While officially Alina had been introduced as his neighbor, he was pretty sure a blind person could see the way he was touching her and staring at her and refusing to be farther than an inch away from her.

Alina remained controlled with her drinking, sipping wine slower than she had been drinking lately and that in and of itself felt like a victory. She did relax slightly but Jake noticed how she tended to stay close to him or Kiley. If she was ever talking to another of the girls, Kiley was also involved and if she moved along, Alina would do the same after a minute or so. She’d finally settled into a conversation with Charlie Coyle and his girlfriend leaving Jake to talk to a few other people while still keeping a close eye on her.

He desperately wanted to leave, wanted to get her alone so they could talk or make out or do more, he didn’t know. But he also wanted to give her the chance to get along with the group because he was hoping she’d be part of it soon.

“Slim! My guy! You crash any cars lately?” Khuls came blazing in loudly and Jake noticed Alina’s eyes shooting over and narrowing at the words.

He rubbed at his neck, “Er, not lately, man.”

Once the can was open, a few of the other guys started to chirp him, mostly around if he was going to grow a mullet again this year or if he’d been working out instead of going to McDonalds every night. He kept glancing over at Alina who was back to Russian Bitch Face and he was worried about what was about to come next if the guys didn’t stop.

And sure enough, Karson said something else about his driving and then Alina was at his side, threading her fingers with his. There was barely contained rage on her face but she seemed to swallow it down, instead squeezing his hand tightly.

Standing on tiptoe, she pressed her lips to his ear. “I’m ready to go if you are.”

He knew she was trying to make an effort, trying to get his friends to like her and in this case that meant not saying a word to them when they were chirping him.

He knew his face gave away everything when he looked down at her with a goofy smile. “Yeah, Leens – let’s go.”

“You guys are leaving already?” Kiley pouted and rather than admit Alina had just about had enough of being around so many people she wasn’t comfortable with he shrugged, swinging their clasped hands lightly.

“Sorry, Ki – we have late dinner plans.”

“Where are you going?” the girl that had been bitchy about the wine Alina had brought cut in and Jake was never outwardly rude so he just gave her a tight smile.

“Committee, down by the waterfront near our place.” He liked saying ‘our place’ like they lived together for real instead of just in the same building. “It’s Leenie’s favorite.” He added to get this girl to realize Alina wasn’t just some random girl that he’d brought out for a good time.

“Nice.” Chuck gave a reassuring nod, seeming to understand that it was time for them to leave. “Thanks for coming, bro.”

They made their goodbyes as quickly as possible but it still took about fifteen minutes to get out of there. By the time they were heading down the hall, Jake was thrumming with energy at getting to be alone with Alina. As they stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut, Alina was wrapping herself around his body and pulling him to her lips for a soft kiss.

He pulled back, grinning down at her. “Do you actually want dinner?” he teased and she flushed slightly before smacking his stomach.

“I’m a classy lady, I need dinner first.” She smirked back at him, stepping up for another kiss but he pulled back so she couldn’t reach him.

“You know this is more than that, eh?” He paused, serious as he brushed her hair back off her shoulders.

She squeezed his waist, tucking one hand under his t-shirt and tugging on the belt loop with her other. “If it was just that, I would’ve taken advantage of the four times I’ve woken up to your hard cock poking me in the ass.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, flushing red and feeling his body overheat at her words. “You noticed that?”

“Jesus – yeah. I noticed it.” Now she was flushing, biting on her lip teasingly and trailing her fingers down his torso. “But yeah, Jakey – let’s go to dinner first.”

She seemed to have timed it perfectly, winking up at him just as the elevator door slid open and then she slinked out, heading towards their waiting Uber, leaving Jake shaking his head like a puppy. Before the doors could close on him he hurried after her, catching her around the waist just as she was opening the car door and he hustled them inside.

The couple glasses of wine they’d both drank seemed to have made them both more relaxed and Jake spent the ride back to South Boston contenting himself with sweet, slow kisses and brushing his fingers along the waistband of her jeans. He was aching just thinking about what it would be like when they got home. It was tempting to just race home and throw her on the mattress but Jake wanted to talk about it first. Make sure this wasn’t a rebound or a hookup. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take it if they weren’t on the same page.

By the time they got to the restaurant, Jake was half hard and regretting his plan to go through dinner. The Uber driver had given them a sharp warning to stop getting handsy and Alina had just replied back in Russian angrily which seemed to scare him into leaving them alone.

They were both happy it was a Tuesday and the restaurant was only half full. Jake requested a table in the back corner and while he’d always made fun of couples that sat on the same side, it was impossible to separate himself from being close to her. So he slid in next to her, crowding into her space until she was playfully trying to push him away.

“What?” he asked, ducking in close so he could kiss her. “You think I can sit all the way over there when you’re here looking like that?”

“Like what?” she teased.

“How you always do,” Jake shrugged. “Perfect.”

Alina flushed and Jake was pretty sure he’d never seen her blush as much as she had tonight. She slid her hand along his thigh, dancing her fingertips up along his leg until he was inhaling sharply and caught her wrist with his hand.

“Why won’t you let me play?” she teased, pressing her face against his neck.

Jake had to take in a few deep calming breaths and he felt grateful when the server stopped by. They ordered cocktails and an appetizer but he didn’t think the two of them had the patience for actual dinner.

As soon as the server walked away, Alina was back to teasing her fingers along his leg and he had to get hold of the situation before he wasn’t able to think straight.

“Leenie…can we talk? For just a minute?”

She frowned slightly, pulling back when she realized he was being serious. “Um, of course. I just – you want this too, right?”

The question caught him so off-guard he was quiet for a beat too long. Alina looked up at him sadly, biting hard on her lower lip. He panicked slightly, turning to face her so he could hold her face and she couldn’t avoid his stare.

“Alina,” he started seriously. “I want this. I want you. But I also want more.”

He held his breath, waiting for his words to sink in. She was gripping on to his wrist tightly, eyes scanning his nervously. “Like…you like me?”

He huffed a breath out. How could she not know?

“Yeah, Leens. I like you. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”

“A lot a lot?”

“More than you could know.” He admitted, heart pounding in his chest. He’d watched Alina go through a traumatic relationship and he liked to think he’d helped her start to heal. Over the last year and a bit of knowing her, he’d fallen hard and stupid but it had felt like she’d been right there with him.

She opened her mouth to respond but shut it, looking shier than he’d ever seen her before. It felt like she was quiet for hours until she finally spoke.

“I – I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about someone before.” She admitted quietly, rubbing her thumb along the underside of his wrist. “I’m – shit…I’m not easy and kind of a disaster but you make me feel good; feel like someone that deserves to be loved. I want to try this. I want to be with you if you want to be with me.”

“We’ll go slow. I don’t want to push you but I need you to know I’m not gonna give up or go away just because you get a little too drunk one night or you yell at half my friends.” He teased slightly and she gave a watery little chuckle.

“Can we still have sex tonight though?” she asked and he choked on air, glaring at her when she started laughing.

“I might hold out on you just for that.” He answered with zero truth in his words. She raised one eyebrow and just leaned back without a word before he huffed a sigh. “Yeah okay, there’s no way I’m ever going to deny you anything.”

It was obvious he wasn’t just talking about tonight and instead of speaking, Alina just leaned forward to kiss him gently.

Their drinks arrived and then the food shortly after while the two of them went back to their normal relationship, joking and teasing each other except this time there were kisses and sly touches mixed in. Jake felt like he was floating. It was everything he’d been wanting for more than a year and it was better than he’d ever imagined.

Before the server could even ask if they wanted more food or drinks, Jake was sliding his credit card over. All he wanted was to get Alina alone. The restaurant was only a block away from their building and as soon as the check was signed, he was bundling her out the door and practically dragging her along as they walked.

Alina giggled behind him and he just squeezed her hand tighter. “I’m not gonna run away from you, Jed.”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you it’s that you’re a drunk runner.”

“Trust me,” she started to say and he glanced over at her, drinking in the happy glow around her and the way her eyes were sparkling back at him. “I’m not running away from this.”

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“Holy shit.” Jake exhaled into Alina’s neck as he tried to catch his breath.

He’d collapsed on top of her and he could feel her still pulsing around him and her heart racing. He lifted his head to see her staring back at him, eyes soft and a happy little smile playing on her kiss-bruised lips. She ran a hand through his hair as he finally rolled off of her, hissing slightly at the loss of her around him.

“We’ve been cuddling for weeks when we could’ve been doing that?” she whispered, rolling into him so she could wrap around his body. He lifted his arm up to hold her close, smirking and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“To be fair, I’ve been thinking about doing that for more than a year.”

“Oh?” she raised an eyebrow at him. “And how did you prepare? Watch some game tape?”

He threw his head back with a laugh, sliding a hand down her side to land on her ass. “Lotta nights alone in hotel rooms thinking about what I’d do if I had you in my bed.”

“Did it live up to your expectations?”

“Not even a little.” He answered, grinning at the glare she gave him. Before she could say anything he tilted her head up to catch her lips in another kiss then pulled back. “It was a million times better.”

They fell quiet, content to stay cuddled up in the little cocoon they’d made. Alina’s bed was a massive king but they stayed on top of each other, the sheets tangled around them. Jake felt like he was moving through a dream. Last night he had been arguing with his teammates about Alina and how they were ‘just friends’ and now he was in her bed with her naked body pressed against him, trailing her fingers up and down his stomach gently. He traced the length of her spine, a little smile playing on his lips.

He stared down at her, eyes drinking in her features. There was a little birthmark he’d never noticed right on her temple. Her hair was a mess, the dark waves tickling his arm. She was staring across the room sleepily, eyes hooded and a satisfied little smile on her lips. The warmth of her body and the way she was distractedly running her fingers along his skin was making him sleepy. Eventually, her movements slowed and they both dropped off to sleep.

The next thing Jake knew a loud banging was startling the two of them awake. Alina shot up into a sitting position next to him, blinking awake and alert faster than he was. The banging continued, coupled with muffled yelling.

Frantically, she rolled out of the bed, grabbing her phone before snagging his button down and pulling it on as she hurried out of the room.

“Fuck.” Jake hissed, jumping out to follow her only pausing to grab a pair of shorts he’d left at some point.

The banging was deafening in the living room, shouts coming through the door and it wasn’t hard to guess who was out there based on the language and the sheer fear on Alina’s face.

“Baby, let me – ” he moved towards the door but she got between him, pushing back on his chest.

She started to yell back through the door in Russian, clearly telling her ex to go away but he just kept pounding loudly. It was nearly three in the morning and he was going to wake up the neighbors if he didn’t leave soon. Nothing she was saying was working and Jake felt helpless. There was pure fear etched on her face and he stepped behind her to place a calming hand on her back.

“Do you want me to call the police?” it was the only thing he could think of except opening the door and telling him to fuck off himself. He was bigger than her ex but he’d always noticed there was something unhinged that reflected in his eyes. But if it meant protecting Alina, he’d go toe to toe with the guy.

“Yes – no – shit, they never help. I’ll just – I – fuck. I’m going to open the door but keep the chain on. He – he’s yelling about you.” She whispered at him, panic and fear overwhelming her momentarily and some of what she said made no sense. “There’s something on Instagram?”

Jake paled wondering what the fuck could’ve been posted in the last few hours to put this guy in a rage. He could only imagine that it wasn’t good.

Alina cracked the door slightly, hissing back in Russian as her ex pushed hard against the door trying to snap the chain. She jumped back in fear and there was zero-way Jake was going to let this continue.

He stepped forward, pushing Alina behind him. The second her ex caught his eye, his face turned red and he shook the door harder.

“Stay fuck away Alinochka.” His words were followed by another hard bang as he tried to muscle through the chain.

“You need to leave.” Jake shot back, forgetting he was standing in just a pair of shorts while Alina was wearing his shirt which was only making the guy angrier.

He switched back to Russian, yelling angrily at Alina who was responding but her voice was shaking.

“Leen – this isn’t okay, I’m getting rid of him.”

The fear grew on her face and she grabbed his arm frantically. “Jake, no. You can’t get into a fight because of me.”

“He’s a piece of shit, I don’t want him anywhere near you.” He squeezed her arm softly before turning back to the door and inhaling deeply, trying to control his own temper. He threw the door open and thankfully her ex was smaller than he remembered. Definitely still an angry maniac who hit women but Jake was stronger.

Her ex tried to barrel through the door, attempting to get by him and to Alina, shoving into Jake who pushed him back. “Not gonna say it again, man. Get the fuck out of here. And don’t fucking come back.”

He tried again to get past Jake who muscled him back. He had tunnel vision, entirely focused on getting her ex the fuck away from her. He really didn’t want to get into a fist fight in the middle of the night but he would if it meant keeping her safe. Another shove and this time Jake was knocked back into the apartment. Alina gave a little shriek of panic and he heard her on the phone, giving their address and begging for someone to come quickly.

Again, her ex barreled towards him and this time, caught him around the waist. Jake fell back with a thud and just barely had time to get his arm up to protect himself from a punch. The second one landed, cracking him dully on the side of the head. Going off instinct, he pushed his hands on his chest, shoving as hard as he could to get him off of him.

The move managed to allow him to scramble up and reposition himself in front of Alina who looked like she was having a panic attack. But he barely had time to glance at her before returning his focus to her absolute fucking psycho ex who was preparing to take another swing at him. Ducking from the blow, he managed to hit him squarely in the face, hearing the satisfying crunch of a broken nose. Blood started to drip onto the floor and it slowed him down long enough for two cops to come barreling into the room, one grabbing her ex and the other pushing him back.

One cop tried to get control of the screaming Russian who was spewing blood all over the place while Jake immediately threw his hands up defensively to show he wasn’t doing anything. It only took about thirty seconds for the cops to recognize him.

“Jesus, DeBrusk?” the one that had initially tried to restrain him before realizing he wasn’t the problem. He was an older guy, maybe his dad’s age while the guy trying to hold onto Alina’s ex was younger and beefier, practically a John Cena clone.

“Yeah – can you guys get this asshole away from my girlfriend?” he snarled angrily, stepping over to snag Alina’s hand and pull her close to him. He was trying to calm his breathing, shaking out his hand that was already killing him while pulling her into his side.

“Okay, let’s all calm down here. Jesus – does this guy speak English?” the other officer said, still struggling to control him.

“Sir, officer, I’m sorry – he does but his English isn’t great.” Alina managed to get out, her voice cracking slightly. “His name is Mikhail Drozdov.”

Mikhail’s eyes flashed dangerously at Alina and he tried again to lunge forward to grab at her.

“None of that.” Officer Cena clone grunted, using one hand to twist Mikhail’s arm back behind him at a painful angle to snag his handcuffs before finally restraining him and plopping him down on the floor. “Stay. Does he understand ‘stay’?”

Alina hissed at Mikhail, her words sounding harsh and bitter. He was still glaring at the way she was tucked protectively into Jake’s side. The longer he was sitting there, the stronger the scent of vodka grew and Jake realized the guy was completely obliterated.

“Now that he’s restrained, can I ask you two a few questions?”

“Yes, sir.” Jake said, turning to his media training. He was going to get lit up by the front office if this got out but he was just happy he’d been here to protect Alina and now he just wanted to focus on getting everyone the fuck out of her apartment. “Can we grab some clothes first?”

The officer smirked at the pair of them in their state of undress. Alina was trying to cover herself and Jake made a point to shield as much of her body as she could.

“Go ahead, kids. We’ll try to interview Igor over here while we wait.”

Jake turned carefully, still keeping her as covered as he could as he nudged her back towards her bedroom. The second they were in the room Alina burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.

“Holy shit, Jake – I’m so sorry. So so fucking sorry.” She rambled into the crook of his neck, her tears soaking into his skin. “I don’t know what happened. He was yelling about something on Instagram? What does that even mean? How did he know we were together?”

Jake’s stomach flipped. Someone from the party had to have posted something that showed the pair of them together. He didn’t think it would be from the restaurant, that would take a lot to find but if it was in the background of one of the guys’ stories, it was possible.

He drew back so he could look at her, pushing her hair off her face and pressing a quick kiss to her nose. “I don’t know, baby. Maybe one of the guys shared something? And we were in the back? I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.”

“How much trouble are you going to be in?” she asked, focusing her worry on him. It made his heart hurt a little to think about the fact that some asshole had just physically tried to assault her and she was worried about him. Carefully, she brushed at his eye where the punch had landed. “I bet the cops would let you go back to your place. You don’t have to be involved. It’ll just be me and Mikhail.”

“Leen, I’m not leaving you. We didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll talk to Bergy in the morning. He’ll help but right now we have to go talk to them.”

Nervously, she nodded through wide, watery eyes. He hated seeing the terror on her face so he pulled her in for a kiss, pressing his lips to hers and holding her tightly for a long moment. When he released her, they quickly got dressed; Jake pulling on a Bruins sweatshirt of his that Alina had stolen a couple weeks ago while she dragged on a pair of yoga pants while keeping his shirt on. The buttons were crooked and only two of them done up so he paused to carefully fix it for her.

Finally they emerged from her room to find two more cops had arrived and Mikhail still on the floor, spitting an angry stream of Russian at those around him. When he spotted Alina he snarled and tried to move forward.

“Where’d you find this guy?” Cena clone asked, kicking at his leg slightly.

Alina ignored him, walking back towards the first cop they’d talked to. “I’m Alina Agapov.”

“Yes, ma’am. We pulled your info. I’m Sergeant McDonald. Let’s take a seat in the kitchen, okay?” It was like a switch had flipped, the police officer turning into a kindly uncle as he led Alina and Jake towards the kitchen island where the two of them sat down. “Looks like you have an active restraining order against Mr. Drozdov.”

Jake shot a surprised look at Alina. He had no idea that she’d taken her ex to court and he hated himself for not having been around to help her through it. And that she hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him about it.

She swallowed hard, moving closer to Jake and he wrapped his arm around her, letting her lead the conversation.

“Yes, that’s right. We just had the hearing a few weeks ago. He – he’s not supposed to come near me.”

“No, ma’am. We’re going to bring him into the station and hold him. He’ll have the option of bail but the more times he breaks the order, the worse it’ll be.” Sergeant McDonald said softly but his words did nothing to calm Jake’s anger.

“‘More times he breaks it’? What the fuck does that mean – he’ll just keep trying to attack her but bail will go up?”

“Calm down.” He said sharply, shooting Jake a stern look.

Alina squeezed his leg. “Jake, please. It’s okay.”

“No, it fucking isn’t.” He huffed under his breath but fell quiet as they were asked more questions. They recounted the night, explaining that they’d been asleep when Mikhail had showed up screaming then all that had happened to get to this point.

Jake chanced a glance behind him to see two of the officers hauling Mikhail out of the apartment. He sighed slightly, pulling Alina in tighter to him. After another ten minutes of answering questions, the officer finally seemed satisfied and offered a card to Alina.

“This is where we’ll be holding him and that’s where you can get a copy of the report. Recommend you call your lawyer in the morning, he’ll know what to do next.” He looked awkward, unsure of how to deal with a girl that was so clearly emotionally drained and then slid his gaze to Jake. “Listen – we, uh, we don’t have to put your name in the report or anything.”

Surprised, Jake looked at him. “That – that doesn’t seem right. I broke his nose.”

“We can work around that, son. The guy is gonna go to jail regardless, your girl has like seven police reports filed against him so it shouldn’t be a hard decision for the judge.”

The fact that Alina had filed so many reports hit him like a truck. It had clearly been far worse than he’d even realized. In a daze, knowing the cop was giving him an out because of who he was, he looked down at Alina.

“He’s right, Jake – this can fuck things up for you.” She said softly, her gray eyes pleading with him to think about himself.

It didn’t feel right. He was worried if there was anything that wasn’t right in that report, Mikhail would be able to work around it and get back at Alina.

So he shook his head no. “Just – write it as it happened, sir. I’ll sign it or whatever but it should be right.”

Sighing, Sergeant McDonald flipped his notebook closed. “Okay…we’ll do our best to keep it quiet though. And uh, good luck – you’re playing like a beast.”

He gave him a tight smile. The fact that they were talking about his play when a guy had just violently gone after his girlfriend didn’t exactly sit right with him.

But he walked him to the door, saying goodbye to the other cop who was lingering as well, staring curiously at Alina. This had been a nightmare of a night and there was still blood all over the floor. As he shut the door behind them, he leaned against it, tapping his head lightly against the surface.

He squeezed his eyes tightly before turning to face Alina. Her face was pale, quiet tears streaming down her cheeks. He rushed towards her, dragging her into his arms and holding her as she cried.

What a fucking night.

It was almost five in the morning. He had practice in a few hours and he knew he’d need to go in early to let management know about what had happened but right now all he could think about was holding Alina.

He rubbed her back gently, tilting her face up to his. “Baby, let’s go to my place – we can lay down for a bit longer.”

She sniffled, wiping her nose with his sleeve. “This is humiliating. I’m sorry, Jakey. Maybe you should just go – ”

“Stop apologizing. And there’s no way I’m going to leave you. I told you earlier I wasn’t going to give up on you. On us.”

“You called me your girlfriend.” She said softly, hands gripping his waist tightly.

He smiled down at her, “That’s because you are. At least, I want you to be.”

“So much for slow.” She managed to tease through a watery smile. “I like it. I like you.”

“Then come on, girlfriend. Let’s go home.”

Trying to ignore the blood on the floor, he told her he’d call someone to clean it tomorrow when she tried to pause to take care of it. He kept a tight hold on her hand as they walked the length of the hall to get to his apartment. It was quiet and peaceful in his place compared to what they’d just walked out of. He didn’t want to push her but he had more questions than answers at this point. There wasn’t anything she could do that would make him not want to be with her; that didn’t mean she could cut him out and not tell him things.

Alina went straight into his bedroom, pulling him along by his hand. She slid out of her yoga pants but kept his shirt on as she crawled into his bed. He pulled his sweatshirt off then slid in next to her, wrapping around her body.

“Can we talk, Leenie?” he whispered in her ear. “I need you to talk to me.”

She inhaled sharply, sniffling as she did and he felt her shake slightly. He wasn’t sure she’d share but then she started to speak softly. “We – we started dating when I was fifteen. My uh – my parents died when I was ten. That’s why I moved to the States. To be with my Dedushka. He lived in this neighborhood in Brooklyn that was mostly Russian and I met Mikhail there. It just – it was easy to talk to him, he knew what it was like. Leaving home and being in a place where people glared if you fucked up your English.”

Jake felt his heart pounding as she shook slightly in his arms. She pushed back into him to try to get closer and he just hugged her tightly, pressing a kiss to her head as she continued.

“I’d spent five years barely talking to anyone. Too scared to speak until my English was perfect. Then Mikhail showed up. He was always with his dad when they came to my Dedushka’s restaurant. He made me remember where I’d come from. His parents were from the same city I’d grown up in. He was familiar in the most comforting way.”

She paused, trying to catch her breath. Jake ran his fingers down her arm so he could lace their fingers together.

“He wasn’t always so terrible. My Deduskha would’ve kill him, that’s for sure.” She gave a watery little chuckle before continuing. “But then…” she paused and Jake could hear her sniffling again, a little whimper slipping from her lips.

“Baby, come’re.” he whispered against her head, loosening his grip so he could turn him towards him. Her eyes were filled with tears and he used his thumbs to wipe them away. “I’m sorry, if it’s too much – we can talk la – ”

“No,” she said sharper than he expected before her features softened. “I – I know I haven’t shared a lot with you. And you deserve to hear this after tonight.”

He leaned forward to kiss her gently, nudging his nose against hers until she smiled. It was harder for her now, facing him as she spoke. She stayed quiet for a long moment before finally staring up at him and continuing.

“My Dedushka died when I was nineteen. And then it was just me.” She whispered.

Jake swallowed hard. No wonder she never talked about family: she didn’t have any. He rubbed her back lightly as she tried to swallow back her tears.

“He was all I really had left. I’ve never made friends very easily and my whole life was in that little neighborhood in Brooklyn. But…well you saw him. The older he got, the more controlling. He expected us to get married and me to be his little wife and have babies but I didn’t want that.

“I wanted to be a nurse. I wanted to see what else was out there beyond the little corner I knew. We made a deal that we would go to Boston for a couple years and if he did that for me, I’d marry him.”

Her voice was so soft, he barely heard her but the words hit him like a truck. The idea that he would’ve never had this made him sick. But he stayed quiet, rubbing her back gently as she talked.

“He got a job in Boston easily with this international accounting firm, managing the Russian relationships. He settled in better than I did – going out with the guys he worked with constantly. I was studying and working so much, exhausted all the time but I noticed how bad his drinking got. He’d come home sometimes just…so fucking angry for no reason. He didn’t get rough until a year or so ago. But it was a pattern I’d seen from Mikhail’s own father. His mama was so…broken. I started to see that becoming my future.

“It just kept getting worse. The cheating. Yelling. The hitting. But then I met you.” She smiled slightly, looking up at him and pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. “And you just…were this light, funny, perfect guy. Who was soft and gentle with me and I started to fall for you but I didn’t know how to get away from Mikhail.”

“I wish I’d – I…” he struggled for the words, feeling lost and a little blindsided. “I didn’t know how to help you.”

“Jake, you did help me.” She swore, brushing his hair back off his forehead. “You couldn’t fix everything, I needed to fix a lot of it myself first. And I made mistakes by letting Mikhail back in so many times but he was my past – the closest thing I had to family and that was hard to let go.”

“Tell me about the restraining order.” He asked softly, bracing himself for how hard it would be to hear what she had to say.

“I did the right thing – the thing you’re supposed to which is report the abuse. So I started to. He was…it was usually the worst when you were out of town. It’s like he waited until you were gone then he’d come over raging like you just saw. I almost got evicted over the summer from the number of times they had to call the cops but the management company was surprisingly good about it.”

“Jesus, Leen – why didn’t you tell me?” Jake asked, trying not to get upset.

Her eyes filled with tears again. “It’s humiliating. All the neighbors hearing him scream at me and throw things then the cops showing up at all hours. I didn’t want you to know that about me.”

“I would’ve come back. I would’ve helped.” He drew her in closer, squeezing her against his chest.

“I know you would’ve, but you deserved your summer. Deserved time with your family and friends.” Her voice was muffled into his chest and she was crying softly again.

“Hey now,” he whispered, grasping her chin to turn her face up to his. “No more crying. Let’s get some sleep, you’re exhausted. This is still the best night of my life.”

That earned him another little laugh as she angled up to kiss him softly. “You haven’t had a very good life then, babe.”

He scoffed. “I’m in the NHL. Very important and cool and do a lot of things. You’re still the best thing I’ve ever done.” He pressed kisses along her face as she giggled and swatted him away.

“Oh, so now I’m just something you’ve done?” she raised an eyebrow at him and he groaned, flopping his head back on the pillow. She kept a smile on her face as she rolled on top of him, straddling his waist.

He caught her hips to keep her steady, rubbing his thumb along her skin. “This is a nice view.”

Leaning back, she grabbed for his right hand. “You okay?” She pressed a kiss to each knuckle, frowning at how red they were before focusing on his face. Gently, she brushed her fingers along his tender cheek. “Do you need ice? I think this is gonna be a black eye.”

“I’m fine. Come’re,” he urged and pulled her down to him so he could thread his hands through her hair to pull her down to his lips. “Want a kiss. Then it’s bedtime.”

“Shit – what time do you have practice?”

“Eleven. I’m gonna go around ten though. I need to talk to Bergy and figure out who to talk to on the team.”

Alina frowned. “I told you I was a train wreck. It’s not too late to – ”

Jake cut her off, leaning forward to kiss her before pulling back. “Leen, I mean this is the nicest way possible – shut up. You’re my girl.”

“Thank you, Jakey.” She whispered, sliding off him and nestling back into his side.

He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up before I go.”

She mumbled something in Russian, pressing her lips to his chest and then she was out like a light. He lay awake for a while after she’d fallen asleep, holding her against him and thinking about the night. Everything she’d told him about her life made things so much clearer: the way she was so strong and stubborn yet had continually gone back to an abusive boyfriend, how she never talked about her past or her family. He wished she’d told him sooner but he knew he couldn’t have dragged this out of her until she was ready.

The sun was just starting to peak through the windows when he finally dropped off to sleep, dreading what waited for him at practice later but still happier than he’d been in a long time.

#jake debrusk #jake debrusk fic #hockey fic #hockey fanfiction #writing #hockeyblr #nhl #nhl fic #hockey writing #boston bruins #bruins #boston bruins fic #so here is two!#I hope it's okay #and yes #darker than the first part

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geraldineswriting · 4 years ago

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𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

(𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁)

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 = 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘙𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 = 3.6𝘬

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 = 𝘖𝘊 𝘹 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 = 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 & 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

(𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘧, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳!)

Rylee was tired of everything. She was tired of having to live in her tiny motel room for the past five months. She was exhausted by the fact that she was working five days a week to pay for the four college classes that seemed to be forever marked on her calendar. She was so damn tired of being alone in a town that was new to her in every way, even if she has already called it her home for almost half a year. She moved here to get away from her parents that seemed to constantly be looking over Rylee’s shoulder, but she didn’t know that the price would be loneliness. She wanted friends and freedom and maybe even love if that was a possibility but it seemed like those cards weren’t in her deck.

God decided to finally give Rylee a break when she found a small studio apartment that was close to not only her job but also her school. She knew that she was going to have to take a few extra shifts to afford the rent but at least she had a mailbox and stove, a luxury that she would never take for granted again. The downside to moving was that she needed to actually move her belongings into the damn place, which she would have to do alone. Luckily, Rylee’s parents bought her a small ski boat when she moved out since they knew boats seemed to be more popular than cars in the Outer Banks area.

So now, on her one real day off, Rylee was going to move all of her things into her new home, which meant she also had to cross the marsh about ten times since the old motel was across town. She never knew how lonely moving could make someone feel until her ninth and final trip back with only two boxes in her boat left. She felt relieved that it was over but sad that she had no one to celebrate this small victory with. She did it, she was moving into her first real home even if it went by the title, “apartment.” She was proud of herself, at least until the boat suddenly stopped. At first she was confused because the gas tank was at least half full after she filled it up two trips ago. She wasn’t an irresponsible girl, especially when it came to boat ownership and Rylee was having a hard time understanding why it was now deciding not to move. But that confusion quickly turned into violent terror when the boat started to sink. She was at least five miles away from the docks and swimming that far at eight o’clock at night didn’t seem safe. The water had started to come over the bow and was quickly rushing towards her feet. The situation was becoming worse by the second and Rylee knew she needed to make a decision on what to do. She knew she had no other choice but to put on a life vest and swim home. She quickly found the orange life preserver under one of the many seats, snapping shut each clip. As she was about to jump from the boat, she decided to grab one of the two boxes, wanting to lose the least amount of possessions as possible.

She was almost five hundred feet away when she looked back to see the boat fully under, leaving no evidence that it was even there at all. Rylee immediately started crying, because how could she not. She just lost her only way of transportation and her only sense of freedom that she had a grasp on. Her parents were going to be not only pissed, but also distrust her in every sense of the word. She felt like she was in this epic battle between the world and her, and as she used every bit of strength to get home, she felt like she was losing.

It was starting to become hard to breathe as the tears rolled down her reddened cheeks and the soreness in her arms and legs was getting to the point of unbearable. She prayed for some miracle that would get her home because she was starting to lose hope in making it back safely. For as long as she could remember, Rylee felt like the little girl who was always being supervised by her parents. The irresponsible, unreliable and selfish girl who had the constant urge to prove to everybody that she was anything but those things. It wasn’t until she moved to the Outer Banks that she finally felt like a woman. A strong, valiant and beautiful woman who was worth more than everybody else’s opinion about her. But now as she weakly swam through the marsh at almost nine o’clock at night, she once again felt like that little girl. She not only felt weak and stupid but believed it as well.

It was once Rylee had been swimming for about an hour when she knew she wasn’t going to make it home if she didn’t get help. She had dropped her previously held box about fifteen minutes back, but still the ache in her lungs was only building while the wanting of hope was dissipating. She tried taking short breaks, while also getting rid of the soaking wet jeans and sweater to make herself lighter. Nothing was working.

At this same time, Rafe Cameron was getting into his boat hurriedly, deciding that a late night drive was what he needed. Like every other night, Rafe’s father had decided that getting into a degrading screaming match with his son was a good plan, which of course caused Rafe to shut down and leave. This had become the regular program and at this point, Rafe was used to it. So as Rafe drove his boat through the seagrass ridden marsh, he was startled to say the least when he heard someone yelling, no screaming, for help.

Rafe wasn’t the savior type and if anything believed to never get involved with anybody’s business that wasn’t his own but when he heard the pleas, he knew he had to help. Rafe sped up until the screams became more prominent and understandable. He didn’t really know what to do or how to feel when he saw this half naked girl whose face was bright red and covered in tears but beautiful nonetheless. If he was being honest, it was mostly fear that sprung up into his heart when he saw her face, because she made him feel something that for once wasn’t pain or loneliness. He wasn’t sure what it was yet but it was good.

Rylee could not explain the amount of thankfulness she felt once she saw a boat approaching. She wanted to scream with joy but to do that she would have to stop crying, a thing that was too much to ask for at the moment. When the red boat pulled up beside her, she looked up to find a blond and built young man staring down at her. She immediately thought he was handsome but was too traumatized to wander any further into that thought. The only thing she wanted to do at the moment was get out of that water. Even though the weather in the Outer Banks was anything but cold, she couldn’t help but shiver due to the late hour and now freezing water.

“P-Please help m-me out of h-here.” Rylee stuttered, while Rafe went on his knees to pull her up from her waist.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her chest against his as her pale and cold body was pulled from the water. Rafe was startled when he felt her body and it reminded him of ice.

“Thank you, thank you s-so much. J-Just thank you.” She stuffed her face into his neck, crying with tears of joy but also terror. She was terrified of the event that she just experienced and it left her mind in a state of shock to think that she survived it. But she couldn’t have been more thankful that this stranger saved her life.

“It’s okay, no need to thank me.” Rafe whispered, holding her a little tighter when he felt some of her tears dripping onto his shoulder.

Rafe Cameron was not a person who liked emotions of any sort and would rather jump from a cliff then admit he felt anything at all. That wasn’t his thing and he was scared that that would never change until he felt her hands grasped onto his shoulders and her nose brushed against his neck. He was feeling things that he truly never knew existed, feelings that he thought were reserved for anyone but him. He had only just met her and yes, he was well aware that the thoughts roaming around his head were a little much, but still he felt them.

“Um, do you have a b-blanket or towel? I’m just a little cold.”

“Yes, yeah, of course.” He rushed out, gently pushing her into one of the seats as he haphazardly searched for a towel.

Once he finally found one, he wrapped it around her shoulders whispering, “There, how’s that?”

“I’ve never been so happy to meet a stranger in my life. Thank you so much.” Rylee meant it with her whole heart, and as she calmed down, she took her time to look up at him.

She had already identified him in her head as gorgeous but now that he had saved her, and the moon was lighting up his eyes like stars, she wasn’t surprised to feel her chest expand. He was the epitome of handsome, but she was starting to feel like he was much more than a pretty face.

“I’m just glad I was out here. I mean, what happened? Are you okay?” His mind was swirling with possibilities, one of them including the thought of an attacker which only made his face burn with anger.

“I’m not exactly sure. All I know is that my boat sank along with some of the boxes that I was moving to my new apartment. I don’t really know how or why.”

“How long were you out there in the water?”

“About an hour, maybe more, maybe less.” It was strange for those words to be spilling from her lips. It left an uneasy feeling pooling around her stomach.

“Wow, I’m so- wow that’s horrible. God, you’re a strong woman, plenty of people I know wouldn’t have been able to make it that long.”

She blushed at his response, “Yeah, I’m glad I made it too. Again, thank you.”

“Well, where are you heading so I can take you home?”

His face had briefly caused her to forget that she had a home in the first place.

“The apartment complex on willow street, it's only about a block away from the docks.” She didn’t want to put him out, and lord knows, nobody’s plan for their Saturday night was helping some poor stranger get home.

“You don’t have to walk me home, honestly just dropping me off at the docks is fine if that’s easier for you.” She added quickly, rushing the words together out of embarrassment from her predicament as the boat started moving.

“I’m walking you home, especially since you don’t have any real clothes on. It’s no bother, really.”

She looked down at the mention of her clothing, or lack thereof and felt her heart ache with humiliation. She probably looked like the fool of the century.

“Y-yeah, sorry a-about that.” She whispered so quietly, she almost wished he didn’t hear her at all.

“Don’t apologize, I understand. You took ‘em off to make yourself lighter in the water right? No need to be embarrassed about that.” He looked back to give her a show stopping smile that made her feel at ease. She really liked his smile.

“What’s your name?” She asked after he turned frontward again.

“Rafe, what about you?”

“Rylee. It’s nice to meet you Rafe.”

“Trust me, it’s very nice to meet you too.”

She rose out of her seat, brushing the wet hair out of her face as she walked to stand next to him. Once she stood there at his side, she felt nervous and slightly self-conscious but mostly giddy. With her body still shaking from being cold and the heat radiating off of his body, it felt warm in many ways to be there. He gently rubbed his hand up and down her back, leaving a smile across her face and a quicker beat in her chest.

She had been alone for so long that it had become a companion. A feeling that now carried itself with her wherever she went, and though she never liked it, she got used to it. High school was not an experience that she liked to remember including the people that came along with it. She was alone in every way imaginable, so it felt quite fragile but exhilarating to be with this new friend. A person who made her feel things that past friends never made her feel. He made her feel like she was enough.

“So Rafe, what were you doing out at this time of night anyway? You don’t seem like the type of guy who’s out looking in random marsh’s to save even randomer girls.” She asked with an edge of worry to her voice, fully realizing that she knew nothing about him. As attracted to him as she was, she didn’t know him. If his plan was to kill her or lure her or hurt her, there was nothing she could do. All she could do really was trust that he wasn’t going to do anything of those things.

Rafe stiffened at her question, “Uh-,” He didn’t know if he should be honest about the scuff up with his dad that was slowly leaving a bruise below his eye. He thought maybe that would be too overwhelming to talk about, especially since they had just met and she was still pretty shaken up. He decided that he would lie, but if she caught on then he would tell the truth.

“I was bored and really had not much else to do. Thought the stars might look nice on the marsh.”

“You sure that’s all?” She looked him in the eye, having a small suspicion that it wasn’t true. She was always good at reading people, and she felt like he was maybe a little upset. Maybe not at her but at something.

“What do you mean?” He laughed uneasily, meeting her stare.

“You hesitated and your answer was pretty vague. I’m just guessing though, obviously I could be wrong.”

“I uh- yeah you’re right. It’s really not a big deal, another fight with my dad, that’s all.” He admitted, looking down in shame. He felt embarrassed that he was caught lying but also confused by the fact that she just knew something was wrong. Like he was a book and she read him without even looking at the cover.

“I get it, I mean, not to get so deep but I’ve never had a good relationship with my parents so you’re really just preaching to the choir. I’m sorry though, I know that won’t fix it nor is it probably something you even want to hear but yeah, I’m sorry.” She hoped her honesty didn’t make him uncomfortable because all she received was silence. She felt he was upset but she didn’t think her comment would make him shut down.

It wasn’t until she finally looked him back in the eyes that she saw them tear up, almost spilling over. Rylee was suddenly sure that she didn’t make him uncomfortable with her silence but he was just uncomfortable with showing his emotions. She understood that feeling all too well. She decided the best thing to do was to wrap her hand into the crook of his elbow, as his hand sat on the steering wheel. He looked down at her and gave her a forced but at the same time authentic smile. She gave it right back.

“We’re here.” Rafe announced a few minutes later, as she pulled her hand back to herself. They quietly leapt out of the boat, as he tied it to the dock, no words nor stares being shared between them. It wasn’t awkward, it was just quiet.

“Shit, I’m barefoot.” She spoke to herself, quickly trying to mentally figure out what to do for the next block or two that they would have to walk. It wasn’t until Rafe stepped in front of her and surprisingly picked her up bridal-style that those worries went away.

“You sure you want to carry me? ‘S not the easiest job and I really don’t mind being barefoot.” She spoke with her head lying against his chest and her arms around his neck. It was so comfortable though and with his arms under her waist and legs, she just wanted to fall asleep.

“Knock it off, you’re lighter than a feather. Oh, and trust me, there’s no way I’m risking you cutting up your feet. It’s just not worth it.” He spoke so softly, it was like a lullaby singing her to sleep.

“Though before you pass out love, where’s your apartment?”

“Green complex, door thirteen, second floor.”

“Alright, close your eyes. We’ll be there in a few minutes.” As she closed her eyes, she thought about how if she wasn’t so tired, she would’ve kissed him.

It wasn’t until she felt her body being put onto a soft mattress that her eyes opened once again. The first thing she saw was his hands, pulling her tan comforter over her exhausted body. They had small, disappearing bruises scattered on the knuckles. Before he had the chance to pull them away she gently grasped one in hers. His skin was soft, littered with tiny calluses on his fingertips. She looked up into his eyes, giving him a tired smile. He gave one back.

“Rafe, thank you so much. I don’t know what else to say except that. Thank you.” He squeezed her hand unapologetically hard.

“You’re giving me too much credit. You’re the one who made it and was strong enough to make it. If we were closer I’d probably tell you that I’m really proud of you.”

“I’m proud of me too, even if I lost my boat and some of my things. I still did it.” He had this look on his face that was hard to read, but one that still gave her the feeling of achievement and care.

“Exactly.” He hesitated as he sat there and thought about the different array of choices he had sitting in front of him. He really didn’t know what to do. She was so pretty and strong and mature that he didn’t know how to react. Rafe honestly believed that there was no option that included her ever going on a date with him. Maybe the best thing for him to do was to leave.

“I should go, you’ve had a long day to say the least.” He retracted his hand and pulled the covers little tighter around her arms. He started to back up towards the door, making sure to study her face as he was leaving because he didn’t want to forget it. If this was the extent of the relationship they shared, he wanted to remember every piece of it.

“O-Okay. Um, well thank you. Drive o-or walk or whatever you’re doing safely. Thanks again.” She spoke quietly. She felt abandoned again. For the millionth time she felt like someone was leaving and that she would go back to being alone. This person who saved her life made her feel wanted and cared for and like she was a real breathing person. Not just a shell of a human, walking around with nothing but a heartbeat to remind her she was alive.

Rafe gave her a small wave, hesitating as he backed out the final few feet. She heard his feet down the hall and with each step, her mind began to search for any type of courage left in her body. He couldn’t leave like this, especially since they both knew this wasn’t just strangers helping each other out. This was special and rare.

Rylee heard his footsteps stop briefly as he opened the front door.

“No, fuck no. Rafe!” Rylee yelled, cutting through the silence with passion. She rose from her bed with anger and determination and courage.

“What are you doing?” He asked her as she appeared at the other end of the room, even though he was pretty sure he already understood.

“I’m not letting you leave like this. Everyone always does that. Maybe I’m just batshit crazy but I don’t know. I don’t think I really have to say it, do I?”

Rafe stared back at her, fondness carved into his eyes. She was much more courageous than him, that was a fact he wholeheartedly believed.

“No, you don’t.”

“Well then are you going to kiss me or what?” She spoke bravely, a shy smile springing up from her face. They both stood there, opposite ends of the room until he slowly walked towards her. When he reached her, his hands landed softly around her naked waist, with hers on his cheeks.

They kissed hesitantly, careful about how their lips meshed together, savoring as much of the feeling as they could. Rafe really liked Rylee and Rylee really liked Rafe. All she knew was she no longer was upset that her boat mysteriously sank, nor was she scared about calling her parents. She was just grateful that she now had someone, someone who’s plan was to never leave.

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mammoney-honey · 5 years ago

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Summoning Circles: What to Offer the Brothers GN!MC

MC doesn’t need to set up anything to summon them since they have their pact but sometimes its just nice to add a bit of drama. It’s also a good way to get the brothers to accept Just Because gifts. So what would would MC lay out as an offering for their favorite demon in their pentagram?

Lucifer

Lucifer is hard to get gifts for because hes a man of few words and fewer guilty pleasures

MC does their best to keep an eye out for things he does like and finally sets things up when they feel that Luci needs a bit of a break

They mostly offer things that would make for a good date night but with one small exception: special gourmet dog treats

He won’t admit it, he says Cerberus is just a well trained guard dog, but that big boy gets only the best and MC knows that Lucifer will appreciate the gesture

The rest is all about setting the mood so Lucifer couldn’t possibly say no to staying

The first thing to accomplish this is the finest bottle of hellfire aged wine, a special request put through to Diavolo for whatever he thought Lucifer would like most

And to accompany a good drink you need some good food as well. A charcuterie board supplied with recommendations from Barbatos and Luke. The little guy should be called a mouse rather than a dog with how much he loves cheese. It took a long time for him to stop talking about it

One of the things that MC looks most fondly on of their time with Lucifer was quiet nights in listening and dancing to new music. They didn’t always share the same tastes but they were always willing to give it a go

So MC would find a vinyl, the only thing Lucifer would listen to the purest that he is, of their most recent favorite song or band so that they could share it with him

The last thing offered is that which Lucifer would want above all else as his own, MC

They can think of nothing else that would gain Lucifer’s attention more than offering their full and complete self. His pride could never allow him to deny taking MC when they offer themselves so willingly

He appears in full demon form, he can’t think of who would be ballsy enough to try and summon him and he has to pull back on his full power once he sees its MC

“MC, my dearest love, the pageantry is appreciated but overall unneeded. All you ever have to do is call my name, all I wish is to hear my name on your lips. But now that I’m here lets make sure you are screaming it”

Mammon

He is another one who is hard to gift things to but for the opposite reason as Lucifer. He likes too many things, wants everything and so it makes it impossible to tell what would actually mean something to him

MC tries their best to lay out things that will show how much they love and appreciate their favorite demon

Money of course is the first thing that is set out but not just spare Grimm or human cash

No, MC will put gift cards out for Mammon’s favorite places or for a date that they can have together. It feels more personal that way and they hope it shows that they pay attention to the things he likes

Mammon has a wardrobe to rival Asmo’s but he insists that it all has to do with his job as a model. Gotta keep up appearances and all that yanno. Hes just a label whore though and everyone knows it

He also just melts at the idea that MC might be thinking of what he would look good in so if they put out a new outfit or accessory, even if its just new sunglasses or a belt, he just about explodes

He will scoff and say that hes not sure if human styles are really his thing but of course puts whatever it is on quickly

Next would be a very special edition of the TSL dvds, a directors cut that even Levi couldn’t get his hands on. He has watched it with MC so many times he could practically recite it but they were always borrowing from Levi so it was about time to start wearing out their own copy

The last two things are more personal, something that shows just how much MC thinks of and misses being with him

The first of that is MC’s favorite set of pictures they took with Mammon, a silly photo booth strip that captured their first kiss. MC had surprised him on the first snapshot and it showed a progression of him getting redder and redder before finally kissing them back

Lastly is a page from their diary, as intimate an offering as they can possibly give. Its from a day where the longing for Mammon was at its strongest and filled with sweet words of how much they miss their first man

Mammon is freaked out at first thinking he is being summoned by another witch and is confused to see MC before taking it all in

“H-hey you don’t have to go through all this. I mean of course The Great Mammon won’t say no to the the things he deserves but ... b-but you only ever need to say my name, there is no where I’d rather be than with you”

Levi

Levi has a bad habit of just buying whatever he wants but considering that he has so many fandom’s its not hard to find some piece or another he doesn’t have

MC feels like his brothers don’t give much thought to his gifts though, just typing in a name they know and getting whatever they find. They want to give him something more personal and can’t just be bought and shipped in two days

MC starts to watch a lot of craft, cooking and cosplay YouTubers to try and put everything together themselves. It felt more genuine that way at least to them

MC tries to keep things diverse, hitting a couple of Levi’s favorites but mostly avoiding anything Ruri related since they are afraid of messing it up lmao

Instead they focus on the anime’s and games that they watched and played together. Almost like a collection of inside jokes that they are using to summon him

The first thing MC sets out is a prettily decorated plate of macrons, doing their best to replicate the colors and flavors described in the one bakery time management game they always played

MC also went through Levi’s super secret fanfiction accounts I will fight you he is totally a fic writer because he has so many self inserts and fix it fics and wrote out comments for every single thing he had written. They printed them out not because they didn’t think he read them but to show that they were the ones that left them

Along with the comments MC also created art for Levi’s most beloved OC, creating cute enamel pins of them in chibi form with the cannon character he paired them with

The last two things came as a sort of combo, a couples cosplay from the romance anime they had watched together. The protagonist had been a shut in otaku who had found his soulmate when they were reborn into his world and Levi had latched onto him immediately

It had taken a lot of blood sweat and tears trying to get both of the outfits cannon perfect but damn it MC was not going to settle for anything less

At one point they forgot they were making it for Levi and just got caught up in the the drama that was finding the perfect buttons and trim color

Overall they were so proud of the sewing skills they just wanted to call on him the moment they were done so he could see but they got a hold of themselves so they could set up what they had planned

Levi was summoned into the circle still wearing his headset and fingers tapping at a controller that had been left behind

His demon side comes out at having been cost a serious match from the sounds of it but his anger turns to confusion at seeing MC and then into wide eyed amazement at all of the things in front of him

He started to gush about every single thing he saw before he realized that MC was there beaming at him

“You went through all this trouble to prove that you aren’t a normie and yet you summon me this way?? J-just say my name like you’re supposed to! I kind of like hearing you say it anyway ...”

Satan

Satan surprisingly doesn’t like being the center of attention and thus doesn’t really like surprises or receiving gifts. He also doubts that anyone understands him enough to give him what he wants cocky ass that he is

The idea for the things to set out in his summoning circle came to MC when discussing love potions with Satan and Solomon one day. They were talking about how smell plays such a strong part and Satan let slip some of the things he might smell after MC listed some of theirs

So while MC doesn’t have much, well any, experience in magic or potions they do want to try to stir up those feelings those smells produce in Satan

The first thing he had said came as a surprise to no one, the smell of parchment and ink

MC used each of them as their own separate offering on the pentagram. They used a fancy new calligraphy quill dipped in green ink that matched his eyes to write a long love note for him

The ink was still wet on the parchment that they set down and left the quill and remaining ink as the second gift

The next thing he mentioned was another one MC expected: tea leaves

So MC just walked into their local tea shop and let their nose lead the way. Anything that caught their attention or made them want to keep smelling they bought, creating their own special blend just for Satan

It wasn’t necessarily something that Satan would say for himself but MC had started to burn different candles in their room when he would come to rant when he was angry, trying to find a scent that he could associate with being calm when they helped him work through the anger

Whatever candle seemed to work the best is the candle that MC sets out for him. Probably something woodsy, pine or balsam or even sandalwood. It brings back good memories for MC, kissing all those worries of his away and hopes it does the same

The last item is one that made MC blush when they heard Satan admit it, he had liked the scent of their shampoo

He hadn’t said that specifically but he had closed his eyes and described a scent that he couldnt place but that he adored and when MC was taking their shower that night it clicked

It might have been a little lame, leaving a bottle of shampoo out for Satan but MC knew that when he realized what that scent he loved so much was that he would get the cutest blush

They weren’t disappointed when they summoned Satan. He hid his shock of being summoned this way well, taking his time to walk around the circle and examine each offering. He immediately knew where they had gotten the inspiration and teased them about being such a sap

He stopped when he got to the shampoo though, not sure how that fit into the equation until he smelled it. It dawned on him and there was that blush that he tried to hide by turning his face away

“You always did like to make things difficult on yourself didn’t you? I’m only ever a call away for you kitten. Now come here and let me really breath you in, you’re simply intoxicating to me and I can’t stay away.”

Asmo

Asmo is never shy about when he doesn’t like gifts that people have given him but he has only ever cherished what MC has gotten him. Every small trinket and gift he has on full display in his room and he will wear something that MC got them when he misses them the most

He also will do it when he wants to bother his brothers and show off that MC simply lavished him in gifts (Mammon and Levi are the only ones who fall for it lmao)

So MC decides to offer Asmo things that will allow him to parade around their love for him, things to keep them close when MC isn’t there

The first thing that MC gets Asmo is new nail polish, a color that they agonized over finding because they wanted it to match his eyes perfectly

Asmo has a very organized planner, its how he keeps track of all the events he is invited to, when he has dates, who hes slept with, who hes going to sleep with and everything in between

MC commissions custom made stickers for him so he can decorate the pages of his planner even more. Specifically a whole sheet of cute stickers of them together he could use for when they planned date nights

The next thing was something for Asmo’s room which he was always changing and refreshing so it looked forever interesting for Devilgram pics

MC gets a large print of Asmo’s favorite picture of them together and puts it in a beautiful frame that perfectly matched his favorite decorating style. Perfect to show to the world that Asmo was their favorite demon and that they looked so good together

And so they can take even more pictures of themselves together MC buys a Polaroid camera for Asmo. His phone will always be his favorite thing to take pics on but this way they could have them printed instantly and it continues to let him be trendy

Lastly MC gets Asmo a necklace. A dainty rose gold chain that he can wear with practically everything and with a diamond accented heart shaped locket that could easily be tucked away if needed. It was an enchanted locket, thanks to the help of Solomon, and it warmed when MC was thinking of him

Its the first thing Asmo grabs and quickly puts on, showing it off for MC

“Oh MC you are simply the cutest thing I have ever seen~ I’m sorry I don’t have something to give you in return. I hope the fact that my heart beats only for you will make up for it, now come here I’ve been without kisses too long.”

Beel

Its SO hard not to just grab whatever is in the kitchen at the time and throw it in the summoning circle and call it a day for Beel

But he is more than just his hunger and MC is always striving to show him that they understand that

It was harder than expected, just because asking anyone what Beel might want always got them food answers. They thought Belphie might be helpful but only got told “he probably just wants a nap ... its what I would want”

MC starts to think of all the most special moments they had with Beel, trying to think what about them made them so memorable and they knew for a fact that it wasn’t the food

The first thing they come up with is a banner that MC made to cheer him on at one of his games. It had gotten a little tattered and torn because it had rained that day but they just couldn’t let it go

Mostly because Beel after winning had ran up into the stands and kissed them for the first time. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t ever kissed but they had always been the one to make the first move but this time Beel had come to them. Of course in the biggest gesture possible

It was cheating a little bit offering a cookbook, it was still food related, but it felt better than putting in actual food

This particular cookbook was special to MC too, they had spent several months trying to recreate one of the recipes from it down in the Devildom when MC didn’t have it. Even their D.D.D had been no help in finding the human world dish they were trying so hard to recreate

It had finally been Beel who had found someplace that sold the food they had been craving. He had even been able to bring it back completely untouched just so that they could have it all though he didn’t complain when they offered him several bites from their fork

MC pulls the next thing from their own shelves at home, a well read copy of Lord of the Flies. The spine cracked and little notes about their favorite parts scribbled in the margin

It was one of the human novels that Satan had and one of MCs favorites from school. Beel had caught them reading it and thought the title was ironic but the more he watched MC get engrossed in reading the more curious he got

He eventually asked MC to read it to him, he actually liked books even if most didn’t take him for the type it was just that he had a hard time actually reading himself. He always got distracted by food but audio books always worked well for him when he was working out, it turned out to be even better when MC read to him when he was eating

It was the best of both worlds for him and he found the story actually pretty funny, slightly worrying MC but they figured they couldn’t blame a demon for getting enjoyment out of a story like that. He did find their lack of food concerning though so at least there was that

One of the things that Beel often complained about when MC was living in the devildom was that when he went to go eat they weren’t always there. Sure Beel would ask them to tag along whenever possible but it didn’t always happen. He would call them from the kitchen at times and tell them that he missed them

MC was sure the other brothers would have something to say about it but knew that Beel would genuinely enjoy the next thing MC offered. Amagnet with his favorite picture of them. It was MC caught in a candid he took, mid bite in a dessert he had made them and his hand could just be seen wiping some whipped cream off MC’s cheek

It was a way that Beel could have MC with him at his favorite place every time

The last thing that MC laid out was something that was inspired by Beel. He had once given them a coupon for a free meal by him and they had thought it was just about the cutest thing ever

They made him a whole coupon book of favors ranging from cooking any meal he wanted to recording his workouts for him and of course lots of coupons for hugs and kisses

Beel isn’t used to being summoned at all so hes slightly disoriented when he finds himself suddenly in the human world. As soon as he sees MC though its nothing but smiles and he doesn’t even notice the gifts until after

“MC did you know I was thinking about you? Sometimes I just say your name and hope you will appear ... so if you ever think of me just say my name. I want to be here, even if its during dinner”

Belphie

Belphie is not one to beat around the bush at all. He is a creature of habit and just wants more of the same things that he already has. Dont fix something if its not broke right?

So its fairly easy to fill his summoning circle with things that he loves, just adding to his ever growing collection of happy nap time things

That isn’t to say that MC just grabs whatever blanket or pillows they have laying around, they still want it to be special for him

So yes the first two things they offer to Belphie is a pillow and blanket, there was never going to be anything else but MC spent a long time putting their love into finding just the right ones for him ... and still couldn’t find what they wanted

MC used this as an excuse to create something themselves for their sleepy boy. They dived deep into youtube and pintrest and spent more money than they care to admit on materials until finally they made what they wanted

The first was a quilt large enough for three cause the twins like to make MC a sandwich in a cow print pattern that matched his pillow and demon form marks, lined with the softest fabric she could find that was the same purple as his eyes

His pillow was another quilted design, this time of a cloudy night sky with a sleepy cow jumping over the moon. MC stitched his name in pretty gold thread on the back long with a sweet ‘I love you’

There was one last fluffy thing to give to him, this one MC knew he would probably scoff and tease them about but they couldn’t help it. They saw the angry looking cow plushie and just could not walk away

They have actually been sleeping with it when they miss him most and even if he doesn’t like the plushie the fact they have slept with it so much will make him a bit fonder of it

Even though they were pretty sure that Belphie knew every star in the sky MC couldn’t help but get a book with stories about the constellations. He might already know them all but they thought that he might still enjoy hearing them read to him as he drifted to sleep

The last thing MC has to offer him is also star related. A star map of the day that they made their pact. It was the day that MC had fully forgiven everything that had happened before and their relationship had truly began

When Belphie was summoned he was half asleep but knew who it must be even in his sluggish state. He gave a big yawn and looked around at all the things around him

“At least things are already set up for the perfect nap, including having you. MC next time just say my name alright? Its much more of a drag this way ... and I want to know when you are dreaming of me”

#obey me #obey me hc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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crystalstar8 · 4 years ago

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Eye of the Sky

Ch. 3

Pairing: Namjoon x oc

Genre: heist au, action

word count: 1,245

warnings: action, violence, gun violence, car chases, car crashes, swearing, blood probably

notes: heist au, action, adventure, crime, enemies to lovers, ooc namjoon, because he has his license lol

Summary: Ten years ago, Namjoon's father was killed by his best friend and partner in crime, A man who now goes by the name Hawthorne. Now, Namjoon wants to get into the family business in order to avenge his father's death. After finding the man who killed his father, Namjoon builds a team and creates an elaborate plan to finally take the man down.

But will they be able to get through Hawthorne's state-of-the-art security system? And will they succeed with a mysterious assassin chasing them? Let's just say, it's a good thing Namjoon's team members keep surprising him with useful skills.

@mozy-j @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @daechwitad-2

“Remember to practice your forms before next week, because we’ll be learning new stuff!” Jungkook shouted as the kids ran to their parents at the front door. Jimin and Jungkook had long since removed their belts, letting their jackets hang open because they were sweaty.

“Excuse me, Sensei,” one of the mothers said, approaching Jungkook and Jimin, the two teachers. Her six-year-old daughter was clinging to her pantleg, her brand-new green belt clutched in her hand. “I hate to do this, Minji really loves coming here every week, but money is getting a bit tight these days. We’re going to have to cut corners where we can in order to just pay rent-“

Jimin didn’t let her continue. There were no other children around with their parents, but he still lowered his voice when he said, “We can give you a few weeks for free.”

“Yeah, Minji is one of our best students, we can tell she loves it,” said Jungkook. “She’s the youngest in the class to earn a green belt.”

“Are you sure?” Minji’s mother asked. “I hate to take advantage…”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it,” said Jungkook. “We know how the economy is these days, if you need to take some time to get your feet back on the ground, we understand.”

“Thank you! Thank you both so much!” she said, bowing deeply. After saying their goodbyes and congratulating Minji on her green belt one last time, the front doors finally fell shut.

“How long do you think we can keep this place open?” Jungkook asked.

“I’m sorry, I know we promised we wouldn’t let this happen again but-“ Jimin began.

“No, it’s okay. I was going to do the exact same thing if you hadn’t,” said Jungkook. “I can always ask my cousin if I can borrow money…”

Just then, the doors opened, letting in a gust of wind. It blew their jackets and hair back in slow motion as they turned to see who was entering.

Jin was the first to walk in, followed by Namjoon and Taehyung.

“I heard you needed to borrow my money?” said Jin.

“Were you listening at the door or something?” Jungkook asked in shock.

“No, my money senses were tingling,” said Jin.

Namjoon pushed to the front and said, “Before the bickering starts, we should tell you why we’re here. Jin told us that you two were martial arts masters and gymnasts. We could really use you on our team.”

“Who are you guys?” asked Jimin.

“Oh, pardon us,” said Jin. “I’m Jungkook’s cousin, Kim Seokjin. You might know me from my latest movie, ‘A Heart’s Desires: Fate Unknown: A sequel’. And this is Namjoon and Taehyung. Guys, this is Jeon Jeongguk and Park Jimin.”

“Is there somewhere more private where we could talk?” asked Namjoon. “Anyone could walk through those doors.”

“I’ll go lock them,” said Jimin, running off to the doors.

“We have a job for you both,” said Namjoon. “It will be dangerous, but if everything works out right, which it will, it will pay very, very well.”

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

“Park Jimin…Park Jimin…” Namjoon paced his apartment, mumbling the name over and over again. “Why does that name sound familiar?”

Jin shrugged and continued flipping through an Italian Vogue magazine from his spot on the couch. Taehyung had gone back to the museum. Jungkook and Jimin had agreed to do the job. Jimin was especially enthusiastic about it, eyes lighting up when he heard the name of the item they would be stealing. Jimin didn’t even know them. Why was he so enthusiastic about the job? It was suspicious.

Namjoon went to his laptop and began a search for Park Jimin. Not much showed up on social media accept the website for their dojo. All of a sudden, the screen went dark and green text began typing itself at the top.

You might want to refrain from doing a Naver search for your teammates on a laptop riddled with porn viruses.

Namjoon stared at his laptop with wide eyes and mouth hanging open for several seconds before saying, “Hey, Jin. You might want to look at this.”

Jin tossed his magazine onto the coffee table then walked over. As soon as he caught a glimpse of the screen, he choked on a laugh, slapping a hand over his mouth. Namjoon swatted at him. The green text erased itself and then began typing again.

I know what you’re doing. I know what your plan is. You won’t succeed, but you will with my help.

“Try to type back,” said Jin. Namjoon started typing.

Namjoon: Who are you?

?: be at your apartment at 7:30 pm tonight and you’ll find out.

?: make sure you’re alone.

Namjoon and Jin stared at the screen for several seconds before Jin spoke.

“I’ll be on standby,” he said. “I’ll wait in my car in the garage downstairs. Just call me if you need backup.”

“Good idea,” said Namjoon. “But I have a good feeling about this.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” said Namjoon. “I think we just got ourselves a hacker.”

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

Yoongi had been keeping an eye on Namjoon and his little escapades for a while now, but he had never seen the inside of the man’s apartment. Finally seeing it in person, it was obvious Namjoon came from money. The décor was obviously professionally done and everything looked expensive and high-end. Even the coffee he was sipping from was better than anything Yoongi could afford in his budget.

“Are you sure you don’t want cream and sugar?” Namjoon asked, rummaging through his smart fridge.

“This is fine,” Yoongi said as Namjoon fumbled with a jar of pickles falling from one of the door shelves. He caught it before it could hit the floor then closed the fridge.

“You said I needed your help?” Namjoon asked, turning to face Yoongi, who was sitting at the breakfast bar, his laptop open beside him.

“How much do you know about Hawthorne’s security system?” Yoongi asked.

“I know that it uses state of the art technology and that it’s hack proof,” said Namjoon. “That’s why I wasn’t sure what you meant when you said-“

“Nothing is hack proof,” said Yoongi, taking a sip of coffee before continuing. “The thing is, though, I need codes. And those only exist in the lab his tech was created.”

“How do we get into the lab? How do we know where to find the codes? Are they on a flash drive or something?” Namjoon asked.

“Probably,” Yoongi said with a shrug. “We can just ask the person who made his security system. I know her.”

Namjoon’s eyes lit up. “How? How do you know she’ll help us?”

“Because Hawthorne had her fired after she tried to tell him there were still flaws in the design,” said Yoongi. “Not enough to be a detriment to Hawthorne, so he took it anyway. He ran her out of the country and everything. I was thinking I’d set up a meeting with her for you. You can ask her about where to find her old office and stuff.”

“How do you know her?” Namjoon asked.

“We went to college together,” said Yoongi. “And I…also used to work at the lab with her. It was a long time ago. I didn’t stay long before quitting and going freelance.”

“Well, when can we meet?” asked Namjoon.

Yoongi hid a smirk in his coffee cup and said, “I’ll give her a call.”

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liannyeong · 4 years ago

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Unfinished #2

Summary: A collection of unfinished fics. The main theme is inequality between the rich and poor, and gender stereotypes, though poorly challenged lol. Also, mechanic!Jaebeom hehe

Word count: 3109

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): Angst

A/N: I had this idea back in 2017, inspired by the song ‘Uptown girl’.

"Hey, Jaebum! Come over here for a minute!"

Jaebum sighs. He stares at the engine longingly, as if it could help him think of the solution to the car. He ran several tests on the vehicle, yet he seemed not be able to get the engine to function normally.

"Hey Jaebum!" Mark shouts from across the workshop again.

"Just a moment!" Jaebum yells back. Jaebum slams the hood shut and pulls out a cloth from his back pocket. He wipes his greasy hands and arms as he approaches the red-haired male. Mark has his crimson hair slicked back, the sleeves of his blue uniform rolled above his elbows. For a mechanic, he's probably the most scrawny person ever, but no one knows better than to mess around with him. Anyone who ever gets on his bad side will never look at people his size the same way again.

"Meet the new mechanic!" Mark says cheerfully as he gestures to the person next to him. Jaebum raises his brows at the sight of the new mechanic, before flicking his eyes back at Mark. The older male doesn't seem to get Jaebum's incredulous look. Or even he does, he doesn't show it.

"A girl. Nice," Jaebum spells it out for Mark.

The girl seems to be taken aback from his comment. Her smile previously faltered a little. Her mouth opens to say something but Mark beats her to it. "What's wrong with that?"

"It's just that... A girl... A mechanic... Sounds like a weird combination to me," Jaebum shrugs.

"Why, does my gender bother you?" the girl snaps this time, much to Jaebum's surprise. He stares at the female, wide-eyed, as if she just did something miraculous in front of him. How dare she speak to him like that? His expression schools into something like annoyance. He folds his arms, leaning in closer.

"No female works in a place like this."

"Hey, hey," Mark tries to intervene the heated atmosphere, a hand pressed against Jaebum's chest.

"Well then, I'm not like other girls!" Her face turns a little red, and Jaebum cannot help but laugh at her expression. She reminds him of a child who throws a tantrum when he doesn't get a toy he wants.

"Sure," Jaebum's tone lowers as he challenges the female, "let's see if you can stand working here for a week."

Eyebrows furrowed together, her tone sharper, she questions, "Are you looking down on me?"

"Why? Can't handle it?" Jaebum sneers. "Then why don't you go home and cry to your mommy if you're not up for this?" He waves his hand mockingly.

"Alright, that's enough!" Mark bellows, shoving the younger male away with a glare that means "I'll deal with you later". He then turns to the female, bringing her away from Jaebum. Her eyes linger on the black-haired male, her eyes darker and there's a flame behind it that Jaebum reckons as anger. Mark ushers her around the workshop, doing a tour for her.

Jaebum doesn't waste his time and heads back to the car he was working on earlier.

---

"The heck's your problem?" Mark snarls. He keeps his volume low, considering the female is in earshot. From the clinking sounds in the workshop, Jaebum guesses she has already started working on her first vehicle. There's no one else in the workshop apart from the three of them. Jackson, their boss and their friend, was out of town for a little business trip.

"The girl's the problem. She's not fit for the job," Jaebum spits, not bothered if she could hear him.

"How do you know that? You've never seen her work before!"

"She's a girl!" Jaebum growls. The red-haired male was about to argue back but Jaebum gives him no chance. "This is a car workshop, Mark! How is that puny kid gonna handle all the work here? She's probably gonna collapse one day! We're running a business, for goodness' sake! Not some stupid fairytale that has princes saving the princess' ass all the time!"

Mark scoffs. "Seriously? That's your reason? I'm starting to wonder who is the real girl here."

Jaebum rolls his eyes, mumbling curses under his breath. "How the heck did you even get this kid?"

"I didn't. She came to me, bringing a recommendation letter from Jackson."

Jaebum frowns. Jackson sent her? Then it would mean that-

"That just shows how good she is. Don't you think so?" Mark smiles, clapping his shoulder. "Give her a chance. Who knows, you might come around to like her." He winks, and Jaebum raises his arm across his chest as if he's going to hit the older male. The red-haired just laughs, ruffling Jaebum's hair, and walks away.

---

Days and weeks went by and Jaebum still doesn't change his way of treatment towards her. No, it's not that he hates her. In fact, it's their way of interaction. Jaebum has soften towards the female, that's for sure. He teases her a lot, and they do still bicker frequently too, but both of them knows that it's nothing personal. Their friendship was born on bickering and arguments, and it continues to stay that way.

He's no longer skeptical of her abilities for she has proven her expertise. She's able to diagnose the problem and provide the solution quicker than anyone in the workshop. She doesn't have any problems carrying the tires around or any other tools too. If anything, she's the most competent in the job, but Jaebum will never say that aloud.

Mark and Jackson has become more comfortable around her - in fact, way too comfortable - joking around with her. She smiles and laughs a lot around them too. Her laughter rings in the air, not as high pitched as Mark's or as hysterical as Jackson's, but it's there. There's elegance in the way she laughs, now that Jaebum realizes, and there's elegance in the way she moves and acts. While the girls in the neighborhood laughs normally, she doesn't. She has a hand over her mouth as she laughs. It's as if it's a sin if she were to show her mouth as she laughs. Jaebum finds it weird, but he decides not to care anyway. Besides, why the hell is he even paying so much attention on her?

"You like her, don't you?" Mark said one day, cheek resting against his palm, as he watched the black-haired does his work.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jaebum questioned back, annoyance evident in his tone.

"I see the way you look at her. It's obvious, Jaebum." A knowing grin plastered on the older male's face, and Jaebum wanted nothing but to scrub it away.

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me," the red-haired said as he patted his chest. He sent the younger a wink, to which Jaebum rolled his eyes and threw a dirty and greasy cloth at his face. Mark only laughed as he threw it back.

"Jaebum! Let's have dinner at the diner after this!" Mark yells from the other side of the workshop, breaking Jaebum from his reverie. His mind snaps back to reality and Jackson's screeching laughter finally flows into his ears. His eyes float from Mark to Jackson, who is playfully joking around with her. It's as if Jackson is just a child in the workshop, not the boss. Her lips are curled up into a huge smile, her eyes crinkling into crescents and Jaebum feels both warmth and a twinge in his heart. Jaebum's eyes fleet back to Mark, who already has a knowing look on his face. Jaebum ignores it, holding up an 'okay' sign and nothing more.

---

Jaebum hears her name being called by a voice rather deep yet calming and soft. He looks up to see a male standing over at their table, eyes blinking at the female. He's tall and lean, black shirt tucked into his denim jeans. His hair is carded back and a pair of glasses is perched on the bridge of his nose.

"J-Jinyoung!" she stutters, and Jaebum's attention is directed to her. Jaebum is seated across her, and he notices the stiff on her shoulders. Her face is so red, eyes blown wide at the sight of the stranger. "W-what are you doing here?"

Amused, the stranger named Jinyoung softly chuckles. "Eating dinner, of course," he says as he lifts his food tray a little.

"D-dinner?" she echoes. Jaebum notices how cautious and wary she is now with the sudden presence of the stranger. Why is she so flustered? Who is this Jinyoung anyway? Why does his presence affect her so much? Does she... like him?

She stretches her neck and looks around the diner, as if searching for something - or someone. What is she so scared about?

Jinyoung must have noticed this behavior too, for he says, "I'm alone." It's evident how relief washed over her: her body relaxes, her shoulders slumped downwards, and the dusty pink cheeks drained.

"I see," she lets out at last.

"Join us, then," Jackson cheerfully suggests to the stranger. If Jaebum could, he would love to kick his boss in the guts. Why should they let a stranger join their dinner table? He knows Jackson is a social butterfly, that bulky man loves creating new connections but why involve him?

"That's really nice-"

"No!" she interjects midway into Jinyoung's sentence, much to Jaebum's surprise. There's a hint of agitation in her tone, and Jaebum wonders just what kind of secret is she holding from them. Why else would she insist so badly that Jinyoung shouldn't join them? Of course, Jaebum is more than happy with that decision. But her behavior around this Jinyoung intrigues him. What's truly happening? Why is she like this? What is she desperately trying to hide away from them? "I need to talk to Jinyoung, actually," she says, grabbing the said male's arm and forcing him to move. She has never been a touchy person. To see that moment of skin contact surprises Jaebum beyond words. "I'll join back later!"

As Jinyoung leads them to his table, Jaebum just watches the duo with hawk eyes. She doesn't even let go of his arm until they reached the table at the far corner of the diner. Such a shady corner where couples would always be seen making out as if they are invisible. Disgusting, really, but Jaebum desperately hopes they don't do anything like that. That they aren't anything like that.

So Jaebum ends up glancing at the two from time to time. They're deep in conversation, and she doesn't even look back at them once, despite Jackson's hysterical laughter and Mark's high-pitched one. Just what's so important that makes her attention to be fully focused on him only? It's like they are in their own world, tuned out from the rest of the world.

Both Jinyoung and her stands up and the male just smiles at her warmly. Jaebum wonders if she likes that Jinyoung. After all, he is handsome. And that air of elegance around him, there's some class attached to him. He seems like a nice guy too, a gentleman too. Jaebum wonders if she's attracted to men like that. And for once, the anger surge within him once more. Why is he even like this?

The two part ways, the male leaving the diner while she heads back to their table.

"Who was that?" Jackson asks when the female takes the empty seat next to him.

"Just a friend," she answers as she grabs her abandoned glass, pouring soda into it. The drink sizzles. Jaebum watches as the air bubble rises from the bottom to the top, which then pops.

"Just a friend?" Mark echoes, curiosity in his face.

"Actually, he's a neighbor," she answers. "We grew up together, that's all."

Then why was she so eager to talk to him? She could have waited till they reach home. Jaebum wonders, questions burning in his head. He doesn't speak them out. Instead, he clenches his fingers around his glass. Why is she so secretive? So... unreachable?

That's when it struck Jaebum hard. She has always been far away. That same elegance, he has it too. His aura has never been the same like the others in the neighborhood. Just as she does, he laughs with his hand clasp over his mouth. Just as she does, he has the same prim and proper attitude. They're so similar, and Jaebum just can't work it out in his head. How can they be so similar? Yet so different from the people around him? Different from him? And it dawns on Jaebum. That thought irks him.

Mark nudges his elbow, nodding at his fingers around his glass. Jaebum follows his gaze and stares at his white knuckles. He didn't even realize how hard he was clenching around his glass. He loosens his grip, but picks the glass up and gulps down the contents. For the rest of the night, Jaebum pretends that everything's fine, even though his heart feels restless.

---

"Jaebum, are you okay?" she asks, drawing his attention from his thoughts. Suddenly, the air feels heavy and tense, as if it weighs on his shoulder. Jaebum just nods, making sure his gaze is straight ahead and not on her face. He doesn't know why he does so, but he just couldn't stand looking at her these days. His fingers fiddles with his mug, hoping that she leaves the pantry soon.

But of course she doesn't.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" she asks once more, slipping onto the empty space on the couch. "You're not sick or anything?" Her face is so close to his, and Jaebum can't help but suck in his breath. At the close proximity, he notices how her skin seems soft, almost flawless despite working at the mechanics. Her lashes are long and curled upwards prettily. Jaebum's heart beats faster, his body burns up, his palms turn sweaty, and suddenly he's so conscious of everything.

Even though she has been working with them for half a year already, only now did Jaebum finally realize.

He has fallen for her.

No wonder he's always annoyed whenever there are guys around her. No wonder he gets mad when she smiles at other guys. He's jealous. That's why he dislikes the idea of other guys getting too close to her. That he dislikes the idea that other guys can see her adorable smiles. That he detests the idea that she's not his. That she might fall for other guys. Guys who are more capable than him. Guys who are smarter. More handsome. Wealthier. Guys like Jinyoung.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he spits, disdain on his tone. It's more of a lie that he wants to believe in. That he didn't just realized his newfound feelings. That he didn't just fallen for the mechanic girl that he dislikes so much. Damn, Mark will laugh at him.

"Are you sure?" she repeats her question. "Look, if I did anything wrong, will you please tell me?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why won't you look at me in the eye?"

Well, shit. Jaebum inhales sharply. He pretends he doesn't hear her. He stands up, dumps his mug into the sink and exits the pantry. He hears her calling after him, but he ignores her. He heads over to the car he's supposed to work on, trying his best to tune the girl's voice out. But the said girl storms over to where he's working, questioning him once more. "What's wrong, Jaebum? Tell me if I did anything wrong!" She has been so insistent that it pushes him to his limits. She slams his toolkit shut. A wrong move.

Irate, Jaebum shoves her away. "Can you back off? I'm trying to do my job here!" Jaebum feels a pang of guilt in his chest, seeing the mixture of hurt and shock across her face. Jaebum has never been so rough at her, despite their usual bickers. Jaebum has always been careful not to touch the female no matter how much she gets on his nerves back then. But this was the first. And rough too.

"What the hell?" is what she spits a moment later.

"Just leave me alone. I've got work to do," Jaebum utters coldly, turning his back on the female.

"Yeah, sure, but you needn't shove me away like that! What's wrong with you?"

Jaebum slams his hands onto the rim of the car hood. He turns on his heels to face the female once more. "What's wrong with me?" he echoes as he stomps forward, only stopping when he's a few inches away from her face. Jabbing a finger onto her chest, he shouts, "What's wrong with you? Why the hell do you even work here?"

"What are you-"

"You're an uptown girl, aren't you?" Jaebum spits. The way her eyes dilate tells him that it's the truth. Before she can even utter another word, he adds, "That guy back there. He's an uptown guy too, isn't he?"

"So what?" she snaps, after she musters the courage.

Jaebum sneers. "Why don't you just stay at your mansion and be a pretty girl and let those filthy rich bastards woo you? Why the heck do you have to come here? Are you turning us into a joke that you can tell to your whiny friends back there?"

"What the hell?! You think I would do such thing?!"

"Of course you would! You're an uptown girl! You're a spoiled brat who gets everything your way! People like you disgust me the most! People like you are the ones I hate the most!" Jaebum hurls those words at her without a second thought. His chest heaves, and as much as he feels satisfied for spitting such words to her, regret slowly blooms in his chest. But he decides to pay no attention to it.

"How could you- Even after all this while, you still think I'm that kind of person?!" she screams back. Jaebum sees how her eyes turn moist and her face turns scarlet red. By now, Mark and Jackson have rushed over to them, pulling them away from one another. "You know nothing about me! But fine! Since I disgust you the most, I'll leave! I'll freaking leave and disappear from your sight forever!" she yells. She pushes Jackson out of her way and bolts away into the direction to the locker room.

"Leave then! As if I care!" Jaebum shouts after her.

Mark grabs his collar, eyebrows furrowed in anger. "What the hell are you doing?"

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