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Chapter 13
Not Fine At All
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Mercedes was too hyped up with adrenaline to sleep, so I had to silence her with some tape over her mouth so I could catch a wink of sleep myself. Although she could easily reach, she didnât dare take it off. I could hear her sob quietly into her pillow, so I knew she wasnât up to anything.
Erick was still in his corner, picking at the wallpaper, probably not getting a lot of sleep either. But that wasnât my problem for now. At least it seemed like I could still trust him to behave, even after Jonas spooked him.
When I woke up from my light sleep as my phone started ringing, both of them hadnât moved an inch from where I left them. I rubbed my eyes while reaching for my phone, checking the time. Ten AM. I overslept it seemed. I checked the caller ID and saw it was Tito, so I quickly picked up.
âHey, itâs me,â I said.
âFetcher! Good news!â Tito said.
âRansom paid?â I asked.
âNot yet,â Tito said, âbut Mr Grant called me this morning in tears, begging for forgiveness, so thatâs a start.â
âYeah, about that,â I said, âyou tell me no bruises and then send Jonas to chop off her damn finger?â
âHe convinced me it would be a good idea,â Tito said.
I rolled my eyes. Of course he did.
âSo when can I drop her off?â I asked.
âIâm meeting her father in about an hour, and weâll probably have to settle for a payment plan because he did spend some of the money already,â Tito said, âin the meantime, why donât you get her ready, and once weâve made a deal Iâll text you the address where you can drop her off, agreed?â
âYeah, got it,â I said, âalsoâŚthanks for the info. You mind if I use the motel for a day or two longer?â
âNot at all,â Tito said, âjust be prepared to clear out in case I need it for someone else, alright?â
âYouâll know how to reach me,â I said, before hanging up and getting up.
My back was a bit stiff, but I would live. I headed into the bathroom to freshen up a bit, before giving both teens a chance, starting with the girl.
âKeep that bandage dry, you have ten minutes,â I said, helping her get up and nudging her into the bathroom.
While she was in there, I cut Erick free and let him have his pick from the food I had left.
âFor behaving so well,â I said, while he hesitantly picked up a small bag of mixed nuts.
âUmâŚy-you want some, sir?â he asked quietly, âitâs the only oneâŚâ
âJust leave the almonds for me, you can have the rest,â I said, handing him another bottle of water as well, before knocking on the bathroom door to warn the girl.
âFive minutes left! â Do you need to use the bathroom too, kid?â
âY-yeahâŚif thatâs okay, sir?â
âOf course, I donât plan on cleaning up after you,â I said.
âYouâd make me clean up after myselfâŚâ
âWhat was that?â
âN-nothing, sir!â
I shook my head, giving him a nudge before turning back to the girl as she hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom. I sat her down, taking the tape off of her mouth and let her have some water.
âIn about an hour weâre going to take a lil trip,â I said, âare you going to behave?â
She nodded, biting her lip a bit to keep it from trembling.
âP-pleaseâŚI just want to go homeâŚâ
âYouâll get home,â I said, âif you behave.â
She nodded again, and sipped her water quietly. I gestured at Erick that he could use the bathroom now, to which he put his food down and headed inside.
While he was in there, I grabbed one of my bags and pulled out a couple coils of rope and some tape. I probably wasnât gonna get anything back, so I just planned to use disposables while hanging on to my handcuffsâŚwhich were still covered in blood.
Mercedes struggled as I took her water away, pleading for me to stop in exchange for her behaviour, but I wasnât in the mood for it, so I gagged her with the tape first, pinning her against the mattress after uncuffing her so I could wrench her arms into a boxtie.
While I was trying to think of what to do with her legs, Erick emerged from the bathroom, keeping his eyes aimed at the floor as he didnât want to look at the girl.
âGet over here,â I said.
âButââ
âIt wasnât a question!â I snapped.
He quickly stepped over, keeping his head turned away, but that didnât matter. I handed him the bloodied handcuffs.
âClean these,â I said, âand make sure to dry them so they donât rust.â
He paled a bit at the sight of the blood, before sheepishly turning around and heading back into the bathroom to do as he was told. Or at least, I assumed he did as he closed the door behind him and I was trying to not get kicked in the face as I tied the girlâs legs together.
Just when I finally finished, Erick also stepped out of the bathroom and handed me the handcuffs, clean and dry.
âGood job,â I said, ânow, when I receive a message from my client, Iâll have to take this girl away to reunite her with her family. Youâll have to stay here on your own until I get back. Understood?â
âY-yes, sirâŚI-Iâll be goodâŚâ
âThatâs what I like to hear,â I said, âfinish your food.â
I ignored the girlâs muffled pleading as I took the leftover almonds from Erick before opening a granola bar to fill myself up a bit. I hoped wherever I had to drop the girl off had coffee, or perhaps I could get some on the way back somewhere. I could figure that out later.
âYou all done?â I asked after Erick finished his water.
âY-yes, sirâŚâ
âGood. Come here.â
I grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the bathroom while pulling the freshly cleaned handcuffs from my pocket. I could feel him stiffen a bit in fear, but he didnât protest as I pulled him to the sink, cuffing one wrist, looping the cuffs around the piping before cuffing his other wrist.
âI wonât be long,â I said, âand when I get back itâll probably be your turn to go home.â
âP-probably?â
âI donât make promises I canât keep,â I said, âit could take another week too. I donât know what the future brings. Just be quiet and stay put until I get back.â
âOkay��s-sirâŚâ
I nodded satisfied, leaving him in there while stepping back outside. I should buy a new lighter too. I was dying for another smoke by now.
Fortunately I didnât have to wait much longer. Only fifteen minutes after Tito was supposed to meet with the girlâs father, he texted me an address with the instruction to park on the third floor near the broken pipe.
I assumed he meant some sort of parking garage. How else was I supposed to get a van to a third floor? Either way, I lifted Mercedes from the bed, ignoring her scared, muffled shrieking as I carried her outside and towards my van.
After securing her in place with the hook in the floor, I went back to make sure the room was locked. Pocketing the key so anyone would know it was occupied.
It was about a half hour drive to the address Tito had given me. It was an underground parking structure, which I carefully entered, rolling down to the third floor. The broken pipe he mentioned was easy to find, as it was leaking water and no one wanted to park near it, except for the one car that was already there, but I assumed they were waiting for me.
I could usually recognise Titoâs henchmen simply from their surprising manners. They looked like thugs, but gave you the respectful replies you would expect from an educated white man. And sure enough, as I parked next to the car, two of these thugs got out.
âGood day, sir. Are you Chase Fetcher?â one of them asked after I rolled down my window.
âThe one and only,â I said, âTito sent you?â
âYes, sir,â the second thug replied, âMr Rana tasked us with dropping the girl off at hospital.â
âWell, sheâs all yours,â I said, getting out and opening the side door.
I stepped aside as the two of them pulled the girl from my van and put her in the backseat of their car. One of them got in next to her, beginning to untie her it seemed, while the other handed me a wad of cash.
âFor your troubles, sir.â
âHuh, didnât even agree on a payment,â I said, but of course I wasnât going to decline, pocketing the cash, âso you got it from here?â
âYes, sir. Weâve done this plenty times before.â
âAlright, have a good one. And watch out, she kicks,â I said, closing the side door of my van and getting back behind the wheel.
The thug inclined his head at me as I drove off, before they all soon disappeared from sight. Easy money. Now I could definitely afford a coffee and a new lighter.
I returned to the motel with a fresh stash of nicotine and caffeine in my bloodstream, lighting another cigarette before unlocking the door to the room. As I pushed the door open, I was met by an unexpected sight.
Rather than being in the bathroom where I left him, Erick was now seated on the floor, his back leaning against one of the beds, his legs, wrists, hands and the lower half of his face wrapped in tape. He looked up at me with the usual teary eyes, but something wasnât right about themâŚwell, besides the fact that I didnât do this.
He tried to tell me something, his words muted by the tape of course. But I knew what he was trying to tell me. I knew as soon as I heard the click to my right. He tried to warn me, but I already had a gun aimed at my head.
I glanced aside, sighing as I recognised the invader, so I knew it was safe to take a drag from my cigarette without them thinking I was up to something.
âMiss ThorneâŚâ
âItâs nothing personal,â the woman said, lowering her shades with her free hand, âdrop your gun and finish your cigarette, dear. Weâre going for a little ride.â
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My Babyâs Got A Gun. || Mafia!Eddie Munson x Black!Fem Reader 1/2
Summary: You get kidnapped and Eddie loses his shit.
Triggers: Mentions of future violence, overheard violence against reader, use of pet names, no use of y/n.
Ageless blogs and minors, dni.
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You Should See Me In A Crown
The Night We Met
                         Part One.
âNo more street runners, not a single one.â
 Eddie stood in front of his fatherâs men, now his men, in his office. He had ditched the suit jacket five minutes into the meeting, the expensive jacket strewn on the back of a leather armchair. In a black crisp shirt rolled up to his elbows with Saniderm covering a fresh tattoo of your lips on his forearm, he pointedly ignored their shocked faces.
âBut sir, we need them to do the drops, distract the cops.â One dared to speak up but a dark look in his direction instantly shut him up.
âThen we put our guys on that, not a bunch of teens, they donât need to be out there with this shit. Pull the runners we have, make sure they are paid, and get Owens to find them good homes, not assholes looking to make a few bucks by taking in a kid they donât give a shit about. Make it happen and report back to me by midnight.â Eddie responded in a tone that left no room for complaint or disagreement.
The men disperse quickly, some still having the audacity to mutter under their breath or shake their head in disbelief that the boy that used to be the butt of Alâs jokes had taken his empire and spared their lives.Â
Sometimes he couldnât believe it himself when he woke up each morning, blurry eyed under satin sheets, like a kid who fell asleep during a christmas party who got put in the big bed by mistake.
But then heâd look at you, deep brown skin, completely naked under those same sheets a silk scarf covering your curls, your head on his chest sleeping peacefully and remember what truly mattered to him.
A knock on the door and his visions of a naked you are replaced by his assistant waiting patiently at the door with no doubt the next round of paperwork he had to complete.
âSorry Mr. Munson, you told me to let you know when it was six so you could meet your wife for dinner.â He said, nervously.
âThanks Fred. Has my wife called yet?â Eddie asked, given the fact you call and try to talk him out of taking you somewhere outside of Hawkins and go to Enzoâs for dinner instead like clockwork.
âNot yet. A courier just dropped this off though, he was in a bit of a hurry.â Fred said, dropping a slim envelope on the desk and all but running out of the room.
To escape the paperwork, Eddie picked up the envelope, a dark stain coming through the other side. He ripped the envelope open, a piece of paper and a metal object tumbling into his hand.
He forced his eyes to focus, the confusion began to fade and a fearful rage spread through this entire being as his rational mind confirmed what was in his hand.
Your wedding ring.
Your blood stained wedding ring.
âFred, get everyone back here, now!âÂ
Eddie turned over the tiny slip of paper, hands shaking.
                 LOST SOMETHING FREAK?
                        555-555-555
âSir, they are on their way now.â Fred quickly backed out of the room as Eddie shut his office door calmly and picked up the office phone. Laughter crackles through the phone, the same hellish laughter that followed him through high school into adulthood.
âHey freak.â
Jason Carver.
âYou have 10 seconds to put my wife on the phone, Carver. Iâve already started counting.â Eddie stated.
âDid you honestly think killing your old man would make us scared of you? I know you, Eddie, I know the pathetic little shit you think you buried deep down all these years is who you really are and because weâve known each other so long, Iâm only asking for 80k but then again, how much is your wife truly worth to you?â
âPut her on the fucking phone.â
Thereâs a commotion in the background, the breaking of glass and cursing.
âEddie?â Your voice, shaky and scared, comes through the phone and his heart breaks right then and there.
âBaby, Iâm coming to get you. Did they hurt you?â Eddie asked desperately.
âEddie, I-
Your screams of pain shut down the rest of the conversation and it takes everything in Eddie not to throw the phone.
â I changed my mind so now itâs 200k. Bennyâs in two hours or I will put your lovely wife in the ground.âÂ
âI want you to know that in the next two hours, Iâm going to kill you, Iâm going to kill your men, Iâm going to erase everything you have built, because I can. You are going to die anyway, but you touch my wife again and there will be nothing for your family to bury.â Eddie softly whispered into the phone.
The last he hears before the line goes dead is you crying.
At the sound of his desk flipping, Eddieâs men came rushing back into his office.
âBoss?â
Eddie said nothing for a moment, slipping his gun holster over his shoulders before straightening up and turned to face his men.Â
â Carver has taken Mrs. Munson. Half of you will go to his place, burn it down, plant whatever you need to plant and tip off Hopper. The rest of you will come with me, weâre leaving in five minutes.â Eddie said quietly, loading each gun with intention.
Inside Eddie Munson, there was a box.Â
A box where he put every single bad thing about him, every time he took a life, every time his father nearly ended his life. A box of rage and cruelty ,the darkest parts of himself he wouldnât let you see.
His freak box.
With your wedding ring in his pocket and the sound of your screams still ringing in his ears, it was time to open that box.Â
I know I said no multi-chapter but part 2 will be posted tomorrow :) Okay bye!
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Butterflies
Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned
Genre: Straight up smut
A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. I decided to make a wallpaper to go with it, feel free to use it đ¤
It was a regular Friday night, you were with your friends, drinking and sharing your complaints and joys about life. Your phone had been going off for a solid twenty minutes, youâd put it on silent and tossed it into the bottom of purse. You knew who it was at this time of night on a Friday. He always called to get you to come to wherever he was to drink with his friends. It usually ended with you and him in a hotel room.
Youâve told yourself many times to stop running to this man whenever he called because afterwards heâd treat even more like shit. Heâd gaslight you every time making you feel so small and useless. But today, for reasons unknown to you, you decided not to answer and ignore him. The best way to do so was to silence your phone and put it out of sight out of mind.
You sighed after laughing the story your friend told about her kid whoâd just turned one. He was adorable and nearly a splitting image of her. It low key made you wonder where youâd be in a couple years if you decided to marry and start a family. But than those thoughts of hurt that this man and others had put into your head haunted you. You took a drink from the glass you were holding and sat it down, just as a familiar face appeared.
âWow, I havenât seen you guys in a while.â It was Seungsik and a few other guys. He smiled happily at everyone as it became a little louder with everyone passing greetings.
SeungsikâŚâŚ..the guy you crushed on freshman year of college all the way up until junior year when he started dating some other girl. He presence always made your stomach flutter, you used to get shy and become quiet. But not now, after some circumstances you took the innocent naive shy girl and locked her away somewhere in your heart for protection.
The conversations around the table were going smoothly as everyone laughed and talked like nothing changed. Youâd add your own input every now and again, but you my dear, was too busy drinking, no work tomorrow, who gives a damn about a hangover right now.
Seungsik who was seated beside you noted how you werenât slowing down so he quietly asked if you were okay and suggested you slow down. Your ass just smiled at him and nodded saying thanks for caring. Thinking to yourself, he really had no idea what was really going on in your head. The bar door opened and he, the guy youâd been currently ignoring walked in.
Seeing you next to Seungsik, who was sitting a little too close made this man jealous as fuck. He took it on himself to approach your table and call your name. You sighed, not completely wasted yet and looked up at him confused as to why he was there. Like did he intentionally track you down?
âWhy havenât you been answering your phone?â He frowned at you sounding aggressive.
You pushed your hair back and sighed a little, you wanted so badly to clown but you couldnât curse him out, because he was of course your boss and your job laid in his hands. That alone was the reason you were always running to his every call after work hours. He was handsome and everything a girl could want on the outside, but the inside was a twisted disturbing pile of shit.
âSir, itâs Friday,â you finally answers after the table was completely quiet, none of your friends knew who he was or what the connection between the two of you was, âIâm currently not on the clock and I donât think itâs proper for me to answer work calls while drinking.â You sighed.
He stared at you for a moment ready to blow a fuse. He couldnât because he didnât want to blow his own cover. The only people that knew that the two of you were sleeping together was his friends and they dared not say a word either.
Your boss looked at Seungsik and back at you because you had unconsciously rested your head on his shoulder. He was angry because he felt like you belong only with him. I mean youâre his type, cute and quiet, easy to manipulate and mold into whatever he wanted you to be. But seriously though, this was why you locked that side of you away, youâd naively let your boss do you, saying it was a one time thing. That along with the fact that every guy you thought was for you always took what they wanted from you and left. So with that, more it happened the more you closed her off to become cold.
He sighed furiously before speaking, âMonday, weâll talk about this Monday. You left work without finishing your report.â
You huffed out a small slur of curse words under your breath before speaking, âI hear you.â looking him dead in the eyes. Telling him to leave you the fuck alone, rebelling against him for the first time and so openly at that. Was it the alcohol, or was it because youâd finally had enough and you just wanted some peace? Maybe bothâŚ.
He was about to say something further but his friends stopped him and told him to cool it . He obliged but reluctantly, if he had it his way he wouldâve dragged you out, why, you were his, he molded you for his own purposes.
âY/N,â Seungsik called your name softly, after some time had passed and everyone seemed to go back to normal. You looked at him, your vision a little hazy, he was very concerned about you, âyou should go home, do you want me to walk you?â He added.
You smirked at him, and nodded, this was like old times, when he used to walk you to your dorm when you stayed out too late, he feared for your safety then and now. Only now, you sorta felt like he treated you like a sister of some sorts back then but that was completely wrong. He actually liked you and had feelings for you.
He thought you only saw him as friend, why, because you were different with him. Your body language and your tone seemed to change in his presence. You worked hard all the time and thatâs what drew him to you, you smiled regardless of the circumstances and you were kind to everyone. Both of you misunderstood the others feelings, so when a random girl asked him out, he accepted it not knowing it had hurt you. You both stopped talking then and went your separate ways, one not wanting to get in the way of a relationship and the other trying to close his heart to the person he loved. Can I call foolishness!
Halfway home, you stopped and puked in a random bush while he patted your back. Some water and a sit down later, you were seemingly back to normal. Causing you to strike up a conversation to ease the worried look in his eyes away. It worked but as you made it to your building you noted the familiar car sitting out front of your apartment building. You sighed and your smile dropped a little, hoping Seungsik wouldnât notice but he did as he glance at the car discreetly before speaking.
âAwe man,â he frowned looking at the time, âI missed the last bus home,â he paused and looked at you, before clearing his throat, âso you mind if I stay the night, I donât think I have the energy to take cabâ he threw his hands up in defense, âI wonât try anything I swear.â
You smacked your lips and glanced at the car again not wanting to deal with that man you pursed your lips before speaking, âIâm warning you, I have a cat and she doesnât like meeting new people.â You responded with a small nod, what could it hurt? Not a thing right?âŚâŚâŚWrong
After getting inside and settling down, you were a little surprised your cat didnât strike up a fight or an intense glare of death at him. After finding the biggest set of clothing you had you gave them to Seungsik and headed to bed. Leaving him in the living room.
Now sis, somewhere in the later in the night, your phone rang and you answered it half asleep forgetting that Seungsik was in the living room supposedly asleep. But who can sleep when your cat was harassing him with her tail by sitting on the arm wrest where his head was and dangling it in his face and trying to lay on his head? Usually sheâd sleep in the bed with you but tonight was very different.
âHello,â you answered the call with your eyes halfway open.
âWhat game are you playing at!?â Your boss yelled in your ear, you could tell he was drunk.
âIts three am,â you sighed groggily after checking the time.
He laughed and then started going on a rampage belittling you and ripping you apart as usual. Youâd sat up in bed quietly listening to him curse you out. Youâd become so used to this you just took it without saying a word. When he was done making you feel small and unfit he ordered you to come down right now before hanging the phone up in your face.
You felt so tired and helpless at that moment, thinking to yourself maybe you were less. You dropped your phone down on your bed just as a single tear found a way to make its way down your cheek. Sighing you figured maybe you were still a little drunk because youâd long since given up on crying, because it didnât seem to get you any where.
The bed shift as you wiped you face again, the tears kept coming, but no sound left your lips, nor did your body shiver as they kept coming. Hands reaching up and wiping them away brought back from the darkness you were drowning in. Looking at Seungsik you felt like nothing in front of him, so you pushed his hands away and turned your head away from him.
âHow long has this been going on?â He asked. The man had heard everything in your quiet apartment, thanks to your cat that is. It seemed the cat was keeping him awake for a reason.
You didnât utter a word as you finally took a deep breath and wiped your face one last time, preparing to get out of bed. Seungsik repeated the question more loudly and urgently making you stop and look at him. The cold part of you spoke without a second thought.
âIt doesnât matterâ.â Your words were emotionless making his heart sink.
âWhy, wonât you quit and find another job.â He urged.
You scoffed out a a false laugh, âLike thatâs going to help. I donât think you know how powerful he is.â
âPower or not,â Seungsik took your hand in his, âhe has no right to treat you like this.â
âWell at least he doesnât treat me like his guy friends.â You mumbled out wanting to hurt someone and make them feel like how you felt.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean.â Seungsik asked with narrowed eyes, his head tilting just a little.
You sighed deciding to be honest, thinking youâd never see him again and maybe it was now or never to tell him your feelings.
You took a deep breath before speaking, âI liked you,â you paused and dropped your head feeling low but wanting to let out, âI still like you, youâve always made my stomach flutter. But you didnât like me that way, so you dated someone else. I can understand it though,â you kept going not realizing heâd gotten closer to you, âIâm not that pretty, Iâm plain and shy. Not to mention being a plaything for my boss. Heâs right, maybe I am only good in bed. Itâs the only thing thatâs attractive about me rightâŚ.â
Speechless, Seungsik stared at you, how could you think so little about yourself? How could he have been so stupid? The version of you smiling brightly at him was now replaced with a cold look and emotionless empty words.
âY/N,â Seungsik called your name earnestly as if he was begging you to look at him, âyouâre wrong,â he told you, âyou were so cute to me then but when I see you, your beautiful. I thought you didnât like me. Youâre an amazing person, you deserve to be treated like a queen.â
You huffed not believing a word he said to you, wanting to call him a liar as you looked up at him. Your words fell short when his lips met yours, your hands went up to push him away, but instead your hands gripped his shirt in tight fist. Your stomach fluttered but differently this time, it felt hot almost as if it wanted to burn you up.
He too felt himself heat up like cast iron in the dead of winter. His heart began to race as he fought with the decision to stop himself. He didnât want to be added to list of trashy guys youâve been with. Alas, it failed miserably when you pulled him closer and began pulling at his pants. You desperately wanted to feel something other than emptiness, with someone you told yourself youâd ever see again. Just one time, you keep thinking, just one time fuck me.
Seungsik pulled away from you abruptly, his breathing was ragged and his mind was a mess. He felt he should attempt one last time to leave before he couldnât stop his mind from buzzing and his body reacting to your fire, but you pulled your shirt off and grabbed him not wanting him to get away from you again constantly saying to yourself, if only for one night before you go back to your gloom.
Clothes vanished and legs became parted, like a sudden breeze followed by lavender colored butterflies filling the room as Seungsik went down to taste your sweet nectar. Licking and swirling his tongue about making you want to clench your legs, but a tight grip he held you wide open to taste you more. Your hands were in his hair as you made sounds only for him to hear, your chest rose and fell as your walls clenched.
Whimpering out with eyes shut tight you called his name and begged for more, your body jerked and your back arched while he had you locked down so he could taste every last part. Your cries didnât matter, music to his ears, watching your pleasure as he worked. Fulfilled as he watched you become a midnight flame, flickering and fluttering about. You trembled you breathing hitched and he stopped, licking and kissing his way up his eyes stayed on you.
Taking each breast into his mouth one at a time, Seungsik entered your folds slowly. Kissing at your breast and leaving you breathless. He fucked you deep and slow, then he kissed your lips, you were so tight around him he felt weak and lightheaded. He wasnât going to stop, he wanted to see you explode, he wanted you to feel like the a velvet queen.
Crystal butterflies kissed his back and shoulders where your hands gripped and nails left scars. He grunted from deep his throat as he picked up the pace. Fucking you harder he whispered your name, right into your ear breathlessly. In the crock of your neck he laid lavender kisses as your stomach clenched. You were close, he could tell by how your hands went to hips. He pounded into you deeper a few times, then pinned your legs wide open.
âShit,â he groaned out, âcome for me. I want to see it.â He encouraged.
This was new, most men youâd been with got what they wanted and that was it. This was the first time anyone had begged you to come first. You felt it, those butterflies, dancing around in your stomach making you clench up again a you shook you head no as if you couldnât.
Seungsik wasnât having it, he pulled out and began eating at your fold again. You cried out a loud moan, orgasming finally with stars in you eyes. You body convulsed and trembled as Seungsik ate you a little more, watching as you shined like glitter. He entered your folds again and fucked you harder this time, with some hard deep thrust his came deep inside you. Chest to chest he lay as he emptied every last drop in you.
Out of breathe he lay down beside you, you still trembled a little more, feeling hot but cold all at once. Seungsik wrapped his arms around you and held you close, kissing your forehead. Your phone rang but you were too out of it to hear it, you could only hear your breathing and his heart beat. But Seungsik heard your phone going off amid his muffled mind , he answered it, knowing who it was.
âShe quit,â Seungsik stated with so much authority in his voice, âdonât call her anymore.â He hung the phone up and powered it off, putting it on the nightstand he went back to holding you in his arms. He whispered painted words to you as you fell into a velvet oasis, trimmed with lace. Just you and him tucked away inside rose whispering, giving and taking care of each other, until every butterfly burst into glitter and dustâŚâŚ..
Now, the next day you woke up alone, memories slow played back to as you wrapped your head around what had happened. To you it wasnât a surprise to wake up alone after a night of sex. Yet this time it was different, yet, you opted not to ponder on it and let your weekend roll by without thinking or doing anything. But come Monday morning when you dressed for work, picking an outfit that was alluring but work appropriate and headed out as usual you knew you had some making up to do.
Sighing to yourself as you entered the building, you headed straight to your desk, speaking to everyone as if nothing had happened. But the moment your boss realized you were there he called you to his office, you internally started cursing knowing what itâd take to get this over with.
The moment you set foot into his office he slammed the door and proceeded to curse and yell at you making it seem like it was about work but you knew different. You stood there quietly waiting until he was finished to say anything. Taking a deep breath you walked over to his desk and stood in front of it with your head hung low.
âHow does it feel,â he remarked, âhe got what he wanted and left after saying you quit. You canât quit no one else will hire you, Iâll make sure they wonât,â he paused and looked you up and down, âyou will pay for making me wait while you played around.â
âYes sir.â You answered softly, but inside you wanted to hit him and spit in his face.
A sudden commotion outside reached your ears as you listened to your boss continue to talk down about you with no regard. You were curious, thinking something happened outside not knowing the commotion was coming your way.
Your boss stood up from his desk finally and walked around it to you, just as he reached up to play with a strand of your hair, the door opened causing both of you to look up.
âY/N,â Seungsik called your name as he made his way to you, followed by four other men, he pulled you away from your boss and behind him, as he continued calling to your bossâs full name, âas of today, you are relieved of your position, you have three hours to clear out all of your belongings,â he handed him a letter, âdo it while Iâm asking nicely.â
Your coworkers were all standing in the door way watching confused, along with you. Your bossâs face turned red, he was angry and couldnât grasp what he was seeing and hearing.
âWho do you think you are?â Your boss yelled, âis this some kind of joke?â He was referring to Friday night, thinking this was some kind of set up.
âThis is no joke, if it were I wouldnât have come in in such a hurry.â Seungsik responded coolly.
âHey,â you tried to speak wanting to know yourself what was going on.
Seungsik looked at you âY/N,â he said sweetly, âlet me do my work okay my love.â
You looked at him with a blank face and blinked, cause what the fuck was that? The four men behind you seemed annoyed and tired looking very antsy I must say.
âIâm not leaving until you tell me exactly who you are!â Your boss yelled.
Seungsik sighed, âI am the new head director of this company, the one you were supposed to meet this week but that wonât be happening thanks to your behavior last weekend.â He explained.
Shocked and feeling overwhelmed your bossâs entire demeanor changed. Seungsik only stood there and smiled gentlemanly with his hands in his pockets, watching him began to fold and beg for his job, like you begged for yours.
âSeungsik,â you called his name again also surprised, âwhat the fu-,â
He shushed you cutting you off, before he started talking. But only loud enough for you and the other four men to hear, his words were the same belittling words he said to you to make you feel small and inadequate, he ended by threatening him saying heâll never work at a company like this again.
This man, the one that had a strong hold on you was now a weak crying mess begging for his job. He was pathetic and miserable, no matter how handsome he was on the outside, he was disgusting to look at. When his pleading fell to dead ears, he looked at you and pleaded with you to spare his job, going so far as to drop down to his knees and beg your forgiveness but little did he know, you had no control over that.
Seungsik sighed, rolling his eyes, having seen enough, âYou have three hours,â he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, âhelp him pack his things, we donât need him wasting anymore or company time.â He said to the four men as he pulled you out of the office with him.
Everyone was shocked and confused by what was going and so were you at the elevators, you pulled your hand out of his and looked at him, âwhatâs going on?â You asked him sternly.
âIâll explain later.â Seungsik replied.
âNo,â you started again, âIâve known you for a long time,â you paused you pushing your hair back trying to make some sense somewhere, âyou even fucked me-,â
Seungsik covered your mouth cutting you off because you didnât realize you had an audience, âY/N,â he sighed looking at your annoyed confused expression, âletâs go out and talk.â
âMotherfucker-,â started again loudly this time.
He cut you off again and gestured behind you. You looked and noticed the curious eyes and ears listening way too hard. You folded your arms before speaking, âIâm not the one that made a scene on this early Monday morning.â You stated.
He smiled and agreed, âBut I did look cool though right?â He stated trying to lighten the mood. You stared at him and hit him just as the elevator dinged, âow,â he frowned, âbe gentle.â
You rolled your eyes and he ushered you into the elevators. He took you to the roof and sat down on one of the benches, where he explained everything. You sat and listened quietly when he was done you gave him a look of uncertainty, trying to decide if you wanted to voice it or not.
âThe other night,â he began again slowly, âI meant what I said.â
âYou like me,â you started, âused and thrown away me? The same as you liked the naive and kind hearted me?â
âYes,â he answered without hesitation, âyou are very special to me. Nothing in this world can change that.â
âYou couldâve told me you were going to be the new head director.â You frowned and folded your arms.
âJust found out myself that you work for this company and so does he,â he paused, âthat piece of garbage.â He added swearing a little.
You stared at him for a brief moment and huffed looking at the time, âIâm out,â you stated, âI have work to do.â You turned to leave and he quickly grabbed your hand and spun you around, he kissed your forehead.
âSee you at home. â He stated and walked a head of you.
âHey man,â you started, âthatâs not fair,â you started walking faster to catch up to him, despite your heels slowing you down, âthatâs not how you ask someone to be your girlfriend!â
He laughed at you and stopped, holding his hand out, for you to take, you did and smacked your lips at his teasing. He still smiled at you, it was that smile that made your stomach flutter again, you blushed and looked down.
âThatâs not fair.â You remarked earning a small laugh from him, as you both headed back inside for whatever awaited.
#kpop boys#kpop smut#lush#victon seungsik#seungsik#victon scenarios#victon#victon smut#love ya bye#dump#do not archive#i miss him#kang seungsik
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Weird roadtrip au kind of thing??? in small random scenes?
TW for a moment of emetophobia in one scene
eventual steddyhands.
pls know that this entire fic literally only stemmed from me thinking abt Con doing that arm around the passenger seat thing while backing up a car and going đł đđ over it. That's it. It's been three days ajsndnfngn
anyway pls enjoy
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"I don't mind driving," Izzy mocks himself. "Why did you say that? Why would you ever say that?"
"Do you not like driving?"
Izzy jumps at the sound of Frenchie's voice. "Thought you were helping order food."
"There's a slight argument over fries and them being salted or not," Frenchie says. "And it was getting..."
"Uncomfortable?"
"Putting it mildly considering it's literally just fries and Roach literally carries packets of salt and pepper and other stuff with him because...well, Roach," Frenchie replies. "I think we've been in the car too long."
They have, all of them, almost definitely. But Stede insisted that a cross country trip to a country none of them had been to would be good for them all. Bonding and fun and freedom!
Except he chose the United States, aka the biggest fucking desert of a country Izzy's ever had the displeasure to drive through. Not that it's all actually desert of course, but with how far away some cities are from the next, it may as well be.
Add in highway hypnosis now in the prairie states, and Izzy...Izzy is done.
"We've got to get to California yet," Izzy says. "Or Washington. Not sure if Stede and Ed have finally decided."
"How close are we?"
"We," Izzy announces as he peers at the maps app on his phone. "Are currently in Minnesota. That is approximately...1,400 miles and some change away. If we drive without stopping, it says we could get there in less than a day."
"Yeah, in an empty car that'll roll off a cliff into the sea," Frenchie snorts. "Well, not empty I guess. I think we'll all have killed each other by then, without a single break. So our corpses would be in there. Bloodstained windows the only sign of life as we roll through town..."
Izzy stares at Frenchie. "I think we should stick to taking breaks."
"Probably should."
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"Seriously?" Izzy scoffs. "We were pulled to the side of the road before I started eating! The car is off!"
"All I see is a driver, in the driver's seat, eating. That's illegal here," the cop replies, shoving a ticket at him. "Not sure what else you expected."
"I expected after hours of driving while my food got cold, I could pull into an empty gravel fucking field near the highway and eat," Izzy scowls.
The cop studies him. "Step out of the car."
"Oh for fuck's sake-"
"Sir, I do not appreciate that tone. Out of the car, now."
Izzy looks back to his sleeping companions, all apparently out hard enough that none of this has so much as made them blink an eye open.
He steps out and hands over everything the cop asks for, down to his passport. Then he leans on the car and waits while everything is looked over.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits.
"What on earth are you doing out there?"
Izzy peers into the car. "How did you get to the front seat, Bonnet?"
"Crawled."
"Why?"
Stede pauses. "I'm not sure. I think I was still half asleep."
"Well, I'm in trouble for daring to eat in a stopped vehicle," Izzy mutters. "Asshole has been over at his car for ages now, 'checking documentation.' Surprised he didn't ask for-"
"Sir?" the cop trundles over. "I'm gonna need the paperwork for everyone in the car, and I've called a drug dog as I have reason to suspect you might be carrying something we don't want in this state."
Izzy gestures to Stede. "See?"
Stede clambers out of the driver's side door awkwardly to stand by Izzy. "Let me handle this! Sir, sir! I need to speak with you about this before you escalate things!"
The cop turns to them. "I'm escalating things?! Who the fuck even are you; where did you come from?"
Stede scoffs. "The car! Where else? Now this is a silly misunderstanding and I want this resolved!"
The cop blinks, then smirks with a lick of his lips. "Everyone out of the car."
"What?" Stede asks, clearly aghast.
"OUT OF THE CAR, NOW!"
"What did you two do?" Ed asks groggily as everyone makes a half asleep panic dash out of the car.
"I was eating," Izzy replies. It's not a lie.
"I got out of the car," Stede says.
Also not a lie.
Ed frowns. "I don't believe either of you, but I'm too cold and tired to dig into this. Can we just bribe him and leave?"
"Ed!" Stede hisses, then pauses. "Oh. You did read about that being done in the States now and again, didn't you?"
"I did. We don't plan to come back here, right?"
"Absolutely not," Izzy says, before Stede can make any differing plans for them.
"Then let's try it," Ed sighs, arms wrapped around himself in his oversized hoodie. "I want to go back to sleep. At this rate, I might be doing that in a jail cell no matter what."
Stede is the one to step forward, a couple of hundreds in his palm. "Um. Sir?"
Ten minutes later, they're a few hundred poorer and back on the road.
"Thank fuck that worked," Ed sighs in the backseat, snuggled against Wee John and Frenchie. "Now hopefully he doesn't realise those are the fakes Frenchie made up."
Stede, now up front in the passenger seat beside Izzy, shoots him a look.
Izzy presses the gas pedal slightly harder, and focuses on how many miles are left to get them out of North Dakota.
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"Why is this place so much?" The Swede mutters. "Too much land."
"Too much to drive across," Izzy agrees. "They all out again?"
The Swede nods towards the backseat. "Think the food at the diner did it. So much food..."
"Stede wants us to experience the richness of the country," Izzy sighs. "And that was all certainly rich."
"He kept the leftovers in the cooler," The Swede mutters. "I can't. Maybe tomorrow I could try more, but I don't think I'll even be hungry for dinner."
"Buttons will eat whatever the rest of us can't," Izzy says. "Buttons with his iron stomach."
There's a tense pause, and Izzy instinctively slows the car just slightly.
"About to be sick?" The Swede asks. "Me too."
"Yup, give me a second to get us pulled off the road."
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"We've decided on Washington!" Ed announces. "For sure this time."
"Please," Izzy mutters. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, you can put this town into the GPS," Stede adds, handing over a sticky note with a hastily scribbled name on it.
"This isn't in Washington," Izzy says. "This is in Oregon."
"Portland?" Stede wrinkles his nose. "No, we have it right."
"There was some sketch show literally set there," Jim says. "With the town name in the show name. That made clear the town is in Oregon."
"Was it any good?" Roach asks.
"I'm curious too," Stede says.
"Look," Izzy says, just loud enough to be heard over the beginning din. "I will drive to one state. Choose one. Google the fucking city and make sure of where it is. Otherwise I decide which city we stop at."
"Geez, fine Dad," Frenchie snorts. "Will you turn the car around next?"
"Yeah," Izzy whips around in his seat to stare Frenchie down. "Yeah. I fuckin' will. And then we'll have to spend another fucking...I don't even know how many hours in this car!"
He regrets it immediately. "Fuck. Frenchie, I'm sorry. And Bonnet-"
"No," Stede hesitates. "This was maybe too much all at once."
"No, it," Izzy splutters. "It... I'm just tired."
"I think we all are," Fang says softly. "Why don't we find an actual hotel instead of sleeping in the car, and start fresh tomorrow?"
"I can cover it," Izzy says, and puts the car back into gear before anyone can argue. Normally he'd have no wish to stay any longer in a place as bland as Idaho, but desperate times and desperate measures.
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"Izzy," Stede sighs. "What is this I hear about you not buying yourself a room?"
"I'm good in the car," Izzy says through a mouthful of stale danish stolen from an ice cold brunch platter in the hotel lobby. "I haven't gotten to fully lay down in the backseat once yet. I'm excited for it."
"You're not serious."
"As serious as I am about stealing the rest of these when the clerk goes back into their office," Izzy gestures towards the remaining four danishes. "Fucking starving."
"I noticed you didn't eat much at the last drive thru," Stede says, arms crossed, bouncing lightly on his feet. "What's that about?"
"Only had time for a bite if we wanted to stay on schedule," Izzy replies. "And I wasn't going to try and eat in the car again after that last incident."
"Come on," Stede holds out his hand. "You accidentally got Ed and I a room with two queens."
"So long as you two are in there, yeah."
Stede snorts. "Well, we need a third one in there with us."
"You're okay sharing a bed with me?"
"What on earth do you mean?" Stede asks. "Ed-"
"Likes to sprawl out. And hasn't been able to for days on end. I got you two beds in the room for a reason."
"He'll end up on one alone, stretched out every which way," Stede says. "Never mind, good call."
"You still want to share with me?"
"I am not letting you sleep in the car," Stede replies, and snags his hand. "Forget the danishes. I told the clerk to switch out your credit card for mine for the rest of the charges on our room. They have room service until midnight, and it's only ten right now..."
"You'll spoil me," Izzy chuckles, but he's happily surprised. "I am sorry. About the thing in the car. This hasn't been all bad by any stretch."
"Yeah, but it has been...intense," Stede says as they wait for an elevator. "Maybe next trip, we pick one city and stay there for a week, hm?"
"Where do you have in mind?"
"I don't know. New Orleans?"
"It'll either be amazing or a complete disaster," Izzy says. "As long as someone else does more of the driving, I'll go."
"Good," Stede grins as they step into the first elevator and head up to the twelfth floor. "It might be an amazing disaster, you know."
"True," Izzy smiles.
"I was planning to give Ed a blowjob in Storyville, so long as I can find an appropriate place for it," Stede continues, leading Izzy out of the elevator and towards their room. "I'd love to do the same for you."
"What?"
"Iz!" Ed shouts as Stede opens the door. "I'm glad you listened to him and came up!"
"Did you hear him?" Izzy asks.
"About the blowjobs? Yeah," Ed smiles. "Come lay down! We've got bad movies to watch and room service to order."
"Okay," Izzy lets the tension flow out of his shoulders for the first time in days. "That all sounds good...blowjob included."
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"This," Izzy sighs. "Isn't bad at all."
"That's it?" Ed giggles. "Poetry, Iz."
"Shush," Izzy scolds him playfully, tucked against him by Ed's arm around his waist.
On his other side is Bonnet, taking in the view of the sea from the grass and rocks near West Point Lighthouse.
"It was worth it," Frenchie says as he and Wee John pass by them to head back closer to the lighthouse. "By the way. Thanks for this, Stede."
"And Izzy, for doing so much driving!" Stede adds as they walk away. "Ah. Sorry about that."
"S'alright," Izzy says. "I know they're glad they didn't have to do much of it."
"I know it's sort of cold," Ed says. "But you guys wanna sit here for a little bit longer?"
Stede nods. "Everyone is either doing the same or wandering it seems. I think we have the time."
They carefully settle themselves down onto the ground, before resuming their previous snuggle.
"I know we had planned to fly out in the next day or so," Izzy says. "But maybe we stay an extra few days."
"I told you he was still having fun," Ed faux whispers and gently jabs Stede. "See?"
"I think that would be lovely," Stede smiles. "We'll get some hotel rooms and make another few days of it here."
Izzy nods and lets himself fully relax into Ed, listening to the crash of the waves.
#text post#ofmd fic#this...was not supposed to get this long#I've been working on it for three days when i wanted it done in an hour when i first started it#anyway!!!#steddyhands#by the end at least lol#i will get this up on my ao3 too just probably not anymore tonight nabsjfnf
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I hope it's cool if I also wrote something, only it's very short
"Open the fucking door, Peter!" The door slammed against the frame as his boyfriend, soon to be ex, beat against it. Peter curled into the back of the bathtub, but he didn't dare hide behind the curtain. His eyes were locked on the rattling door as Howard tore at the wood like he'd pound his way through it.
Peter rubbed his sore wrist. It was ringed with burst blood vessels. He was just glad it didn't seem broken, but his eyes were swelling up and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to see out of it. He put his head down against his knees and cried, choking down sobs that would only make his situation worse. This was the last time for sure. He'd said it before but he meant it now. He was done.
"Fucking bitch! You're gonna fucking regret this!"
He closed his eyes and imagined he was somewhere safe. That he had someone in his life who would protect him from assholes like this.
You ever need anything, kid, here's my number.
You serious? Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.
Peter sat up as he remembered the interaction. He was just a delivery boy. It wasn't even a real job, just some stupid gig app. Howard didn't like him to work, but he also wouldn't buy anything for him. Peter borrowed his retired neighbor's car during the day when Howard was gone to run a few orders. Mr. Stark tipped so well that he thought maybe someday he'd be able to get his own place.
He knew about Tony Stark. The guy was scary and dangerous and there was no way he'd meant he'd do Peter a favor out of the kindness of his heart. But Howard wasn't just going to let him go. Hell. He'd be lucky if he was safe leaving the bathroom for a few days at this point.
Luckily he'd managed to grab his phone without Howard seeing or he would be raging about that, too. He always thought Peter was cheating on him.
He called the number. It picked up after only the first ring.
"I wondered when you'd call," Tony purred over the line. He sounded so pleased.
"It's Peter. I'm so sorry to bother you, sir, but you said you would help me if I needed it. Wait- how did you know it was me? I didn't give you my number."
The man just laughed. "How can I help you-"
"Who the fuck are you talking to? That the bitch you're cheating on me with? You're such a pathetic fucking cock sucker you know that!" Howard raged.
Peter swallowed. He was shaking and his head felt light. But Mr. Stark would help him. Maybe he wasn't a good man, but he kept his word. That was what people said anyway.
"Who's that?" The cheery tone was gone from his voice.
"That's Howie," Peter whimpered. "Howard. He's my boyfriend. That's kind of what I need help with."
"Howard?"
"Open this god dammed door and give me that phone or I'm gonna break both your fucking legs! You cheating fucking whore!"
Peter watched the doorknob jiggle like it might break. It didn't open. Nothing broke. Howard went back to beating his fists against it. After a moment he walked away and Peter heard him breaking things in the living room.
"Please, Mr. Stark. I know it's a lot to ask, but I gotta get out of this apartment. If I open that door he's gonna kill me."
"Text me the address. I'm on my way."
"Thank you, sir," Peter sighed. Relief flooded his scattered brain. He sank down in the tub only to sit up again when the TV shattered against the floor.
"Now look what you did! You're gonna fucking pay for that!" Howard screamed.
"Are you hurt?" Tony asked.
"No, no. He's just breaking all the furniture. I'm okay. Just hurry please. Eventually he's gonna figure out how to kick the door down."
"Be there soon."
They hung up and Peter texted him the address. He sat holding his phone between his hands like a lifeline. He just hoped Howard didn't hurt Tony. Sure, he was a scary guy, but Howard was mean and he was going to assume Tony was sleeping with him. Heart pounding in his ears, he pressed the throbbing side of his face against the cool tub. He could only hope New York traffic was kind today. Which was just as insane of a hope as thinking a crime lord was going to save him from his violent boyfriend.
The breaking was still going on when the front door was kicked in. Peter jumped, adrenaline rushing through him once again.
"Who the fuck are you?" Howard screamed. Peter heard him hit the floor. He heard the grunts and groans of not fighting, but Howard absolutely getting the shit beat out of him. He heard the hum of a deeper, steadier voice, but he couldn't make out what was being said.
He almost felt bad.
Peter wrapped his arms around his legs and waited for it to be over. After a few minutes, a soft knock came at the door.
"Peter? It's me. It's safe now," Tony called.
Peter took a deep breath. He got up and opened the door. There the man stood, not a scratch on him. When he saw Peter's face his own moved from worry to disgust. His eye had swollen up pretty good. He'd forget about the bruises on his neck if it wasn't so miserable to swallow.
"He did that?" Tony asked. Peter just nodded.
"What did you do to him?" Peter rasped.
"You'll never see him again. Do you have somewhere to go?"
"This was kind of my apartment... I could stay with a friend, though."
Tony nodded. "I'll handle the landlord. You just get somewhere you feel safe."
Peter shook his head. "I can't ask you for that much, sir. I already owe you more than I can possibly afford."
"Nah, this one's on me."
"Seriously?"
"Yep." He looked down the hall at the wreckage. "Actually, you can do me a favor instead."
His stomach dropped. "What is it?"
Tony looked back at him. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip and a smile broke over his face like he was laughing at himself. "You can let me take you out this weekend."
Prompt:
Peter is Mob Boss Tony's favorite [ stripper/waiter/hotel receptionist/coffee/deli/newspaper delivery whatever person] so sure he offers to help Peter out if he needs him. Which we all know means you are gonna owe him a favor.
But as Peter is locked in the bathroom at his boyfriends apartment, nursing a bruised eye, busted lip and a sprained wrist.
He finally calls him to help him escape the bathroom. Maybe even have the threats toward Peter being over heard on the phone when he calls.
And cause I like dramatics.... wouldn't it it be funny that Peter's boyfriends name was Howard. And it gives Tony flash backs of his abusive dad???? Just maybe he will help out for free...
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Anklets and Necklaces
Inspired by this tweet.
@5-secondsofcolor Iâm not sorry.
Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.
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Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when itâs off, he feels a little incomplete. Itâs an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.
âOkay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or Iâm going to get hangry,â she states.
Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. âOh no. Not hangry,â he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. âWhat do you want? Thai? Mexican?â
âWould you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?â
The pout on her lips makes him laugh, âNo, I could never. Usual then?â
âYes, please.â
Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. âBe lucky youâre cute,â she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. âAnd squishy.â
âAinât nothing on me squishy,â he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.
She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while itâd be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. âI think all the right things on you are squishy.â
âYeah, what are those?â
âYour cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.â
Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. âTake that back.â
She shakes her head. âNo, I donât think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.â
Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that itâs all out of love--whatâs sheâs saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. âBe lucky I love you.â
âI am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. Itâs not like we donât do that anyways.â
And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person thatâs been with him on his bad mental days. Sheâs been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person thatâs been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.
âCat got your tongue now, huh?â
This--this Calum can respond too. Itâs all too easy. âI know what else my tongue can have.â
âI know something your tongue can have too.â
âReally now?â Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. âFood will be here in fifteen minutes though. So thatâs up to you.â
âNot nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,â she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.
âBesides what?â he prompts again.
âBesides, I need the mail to be delivered first.â
âWhat did you buy?â
âYouâll see later. I promise. Itâs really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But Iâve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set Iâm trying to complete.â
Thereâs the black mesh set that sheâs slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasnât any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. âWhich one is it?â
âIâm not saying.â
âOh please,â he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.
âNo, Calum. Iâve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-â she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. âYouâre going to have to do better than that.â
Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. âThis is killing me, you know?â
âWell, you ainât dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.â
âBegrudgingly--I want you to know that.â
She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. âYour sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.â The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. âDo you want anything?â she calls.
âIâm good,â he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. âYou watching that?â
Calum answers with a shrug. He wasnât anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadnât slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.
âGo crazy,â he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on.Â
The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes itâs the mail. When itâs not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. âYour nugs, my queen,â he teases.
âThank you, my good sir,â she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. âYou wouldnât have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?â
Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. âNo, why would I ever want that?â
âOh I donât know,â she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Dukeâs paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.
Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? Itâs not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. Itâs just her, when sheâs munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. Itâs when she hums as she cooks. Itâs the dancing she does when sheâs cleaning. Itâs the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.
Itâs when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said sheâd be damned if she didnât make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calumâs not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.
And itâs just the moments that sheâs not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.
âI love you,â he states.
She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. âI love you.â Her brows furrow just a little. âYou okay? Youâve hardly touched your food.â
âYeah, yeah. Iâm fine.â
âIf you didnât want McDonalds, I couldâve done something else. Literally anything else,â she continues on almost as if she hadnât heard him.
âItâs not the food,â he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. âIâm okay.â
She nods. âOkay.â
âI just love you, thatâs all. Wanted to share it with you.â
Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. âGood because youâre not getting rid of me that easy.â
âI wouldnât dare dream of getting rid of you.â
Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. âDo you want me to screen it for you?â
âYes please!â If itâs one of the guys, they wonât mind her answering. If itâs someone important, he doesnât want to miss the call.
âCalumâs phone,â she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. âOkay, Ash. Iâll keep that in mind.â Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. âNo, I canât say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?â Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. âYeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. Iâm going to pass along the phone now.â
She hands the phone over. âHe said it was important.â
âThank you,â Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. âYeah, Ash?â
Calumâs not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashtonâs trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but itâs not there. And Ashtonâs trying to make sure that he doesnât miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.
But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, theyâre laughing. Calum doesnât even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But itâs closed fully.
âYou okay, gramps?â Calum asks Duke.
âOh fuck off, mate!â Ashton laughs.
âNot you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.â
âOh!â Ashton giggles. âSorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.â
âI donât have to try and do that to you.â
âOi, donât start something bro.â The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Dukeâs ears. âAlright, thanks for confirming that meeting. Iâll see you tomorrow in the studio?â
âYeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.â The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. Itâs not exactly something new--as in something that sheâs never worn before. But it doesnât mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.
The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.
âSo,â Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. âNot the black lingerie I was anticipating.â
âNo, Iâm waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didnât like the collar I liked so Iâm still searching.â
âIt wasnât that I didnât like it. Itâs just too similar to one we already bought.â
âYouâre right, but still.â
Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. âBut enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.â
She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. âItâs less about the outfit and more about these,â she says, tapping at the thin black band.
âAnd those are?â Calum asks. Itâs one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly itâs some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. âOh,â he breathes.
She continues slowly to approach Calum and when sheâs just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calumâs entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon itâs black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.
âA harness garter belt--what do you think?â she asks in a whisper.
Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. âI think you look beautiful,â he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.
Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. âNot too silly?â
His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think itâs too silly? Thereâs nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. âAngel--Iâll be damned if I ever think this is silly.â
Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. âThank you, love.â
Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. âSo you said this technically isnât lingerie?â
âNo--I donât think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.â
They share a kiss, much too quick for Calumâs liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesnât really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. âI like it. In fact,â Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. âI really like them.â
Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calumâs fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. Itâs feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. âCal,â she hums.
âYes baby?â
Thereâs nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if sheâs at peace with him between her legs.
âWas there something you wanted to say, darlinâ?â Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.
With her eyes still closed, she smiles. âI want to know,â she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, âif youâd so kindly want to make love to me?â
Calum canât help his own small tuft of laughter. âDarlinâ, Iâd do so happily.â They donât always wind up in bed like this--but itâs nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.
Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. âGive me a twirl,â he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. âSilly girl,â Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.
Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. âBut you love it.â
âI do. I love you.â
They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks sheâs going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that sheâd love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.
Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.
Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like itâs being set on fire. One that heâd happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.
His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. Sheâs always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close sheâs willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.
Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. âYes?â she grins standing to her full height.
Calum presses their foreheads together. âI missed you.â
âWell how dare I keep a man like you waiting?â With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. âTurn around,â he whispers into her ear, âplease.â
The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesnât want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.
âOh,â he groans. âSo wet for me,â he hums with approval.
âAlways for you,â she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.
Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. âTaste just like heaven,â he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.
More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calumâs tongue licks a wide stripe up her. Heâs careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness wonât last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.
She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess sheâs bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calumâs name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldnât possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.
âFuck,â she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.
Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days itâs just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. âGonna be a good girl?â Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.
âYes, oh yes, I will.â
âGonna cum for me?â
âI want to, yes Iâll come for you. Make me your good girl.â Her voice sounds far away, as if sheâs not fully cognizant of what sheâs saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.
Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and sheâs pleading. Though, sheâs not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.
Then it finally happens, one moment sheâs sure sheâs nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that itâs too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.
Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. âYouâre beautiful, you know?â he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.
âNo kidding?â she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calumâs tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.
Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and sheâs quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.
He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. âBaby,â he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.
When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. âWelcome back, handsome,â she greets.
âOh, itâs so good to be back,â he returns, grinning.
She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. Thereâs no way heâs real and it shouldnât ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Calum asks.
âHow much I love you,â she answers softly.
âI love you too,â he returns, bending down to kiss her. Itâs soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. Itâs a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.
âI havenât forgotten, love,â he exhales in a breathy laugh. âTrust me, I could never forget.â Once lined up, Calumâs slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that sheâs ready to take him.
Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. Heâs slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.
The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.
The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. âGod,â she huffs. âYouâre everywhere.â And though itâs a bit of strain to get the words out because Calumâs pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.
âYou always take me so well,â he praises, watching the way her face contorts. âOh, so soon, love? Youâre going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.â
Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. âPlease, baby, please,â she begs.
âAs you wish,â he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.
âFuck, baby,â he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath sheâd definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. âYouâre okay, youâre okay,â he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.
âShit, oh my god,â she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Thereâs a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It wonât be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. âThank you,â she whispers. âMade me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,â she hums.
And while Calumâs trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. âFuck,â he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and heâs so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.
She doesnât say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. âOh, thatâs what I wanted,â she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.
They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. âDonât--I canât,â he laughs.
âSorry. Didnât mean to.â Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. Heâs slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and itâs almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.
âYou okay?â he asks.
âSleepy now,â she returns.
âLetâs get cleaned up first and then we can nap.â His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.
The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. âI want pancakes after our nap,â she mutters.
âI think we still have some blueberries.â
She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. âItâs like you can read my mind.â
Calum laughs. âMaybe just a little bit.â
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So happy to see your request open! Iâd like to request a NON CON where Mafia JK fell in love at first sight with innocent reader and bought her in an auction. He is obsessed with her so he marries her and deflowered her, stuffing his thick manhood in her and. JK has a bloodplay kink. He wouldnât stop fucking her until she passed out everyday. Milking her dry from orgasms. Thank you đ
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âGet the hell up, you have to get ready.â
The man kicked you in your stomach and grabbed your arm, pulling you upstairs to the bathroom
âWear this dress and fix up your face.â
He left the bathroom and you quickly jumped into the shower
Today was the âbig dayâ
You were being auctioned off
Obviously, you were terrified and nervous
However, your current âownersâ said that if someone doesnât buy you today, theyâll make your life a living hell
They were hungry for money and if no one wanted you, you wouldâve been a big waste of their money, time and energy
Well, not really â they just needed to blame someone for their lack of success
Plus, youâre the first person that theyâre selling
They kidnapped you when you were walking home from the train station
You didnât have much family nor friends which kinda made you the perfect target
You cooperated with your two âownersâ because you didnât want to get hurt
Yet, it still happened anyways
Theyâd often kick you, or slap you, or pull your hair
Nevertheless, you didnât complain because you wanted to stay out of trouble
When you finished getting ready, your âownersâ tied your arms and legs together and threw you into the trunk
The auction event was big
You could tell that you this event had plenty of rich and powerful people just by looking at all the cars
Your owners took you inside through the back door and told you to fix your hair
Once you did, they dragged you behind the stage and made you wait there for nearly 3 hours
There were other girls lined up in front and behind you, half looking terrified and half looking excited
In those three hours you overheard some girls talking about a certain man they wished to be bought by
Those were the girls who were âexcitedâ
They were talking about how they went âall outâ to impress him
You tend to not judge people but, you couldnât help yourself
Who the fuck wants to be sold to anyone?
You couldnât wrap your head around their thought process
They were practically gushing about this mafia guy who was supposedly young and handsome
Even if he was, why the hell would you want to be someone elseâs property?
You muted their voices so you didnât have to hear their nonsense and soon enough the auction started
One by one, girls and boys went up on stage and the bidding started
You were surprised because some of those girls got sold for only a couple hundred bucks
When it was your turn, your owners basically dragged you on stage and held you wrist as tight as they could so you couldnât run
âA young, ripe, virgin finishing up university. Starting bid, $50,000.â
One by one, people raised their auction paddles and offered more for you
Your owners went wide eyed after the bids started increasing by $10,000
You eventually passed 1 million and were near 2 million
Random old men were raising their paddles higher and higher, determined to buy you
Eventually one of them had enough and said â5 million dollars!â
The room went silent and your owners were about to say âsold!â when someone interrupted and said â10 million dollarsâ
Even your mouth dropped
10 million?!
The man stood up and walked closer to the stage
Your two owners recognized him and started bowing multiple times
âS-Sheâs all yours, Mr. Jeon! Thank you so much. Please take her.â
This was the first time you saw the two males scared and nervous
And it kinda frightened you
It took a lot to scare those two but, this guy did it effortlessly
So, what in the world would happen to you?
You got dragged off stage again and the auction continued
You were dragged into a private room where the man who had just bought you gave the two men 10 million in cash
7 brief cases stacked on top of each other, full of hundreds
The two males happily accepted and let you go with the man
He didnât want to stick around for the event so, he pulled you out of the building and pushed you into the car
âAnders, drive us home.â
The car ride was silent in the beginning
Youâre eyes were glued on the window and his were glued on his phone
About an hour later, you fell asleep against the window and he noticed
He slapped you across the face and pulled youâre body away from the door
âWhatâre you sleeping for? You did absolutely nothing today. Do you think youâre some kind of princess? Do you think can sleep wherever you want whenever you want? Keep your eyes open. If I catch you sleeping again, Iâll make you regret it.â
Tears gathered in your eyes and you couldnât hold it in
You started to sniffle, making Jungkook look over at you
âShut up! If I hear you cry, Iâll force you to walk all the way home, barefootâ
You covered your mouth with your hand and lowered your head
After taking a moment to breathe normally, you apologized
âIâm sorry, Mr. Jeon. I didnât mean to fall asleep.â
Jungkook raised his eyebrows
âHow do you know my last name?â
âI heard my owners call you by that na-â
Another smack on your cheek, this time a little harder
âHow dare you call them your owners?!â
Your eyes held so much terror, and it was a turn on for Jungkook
That was the moment he realized how much control he had over you
You were so naive and innocent, it made him want to ruin you
âIâm so sorry, Mr. Jeon! I didnât realize! It was an honest mistake.â
âJust wait until we get homeâ he muttered under his breath but you were able to make it out
You were terrified and rightfully so
Once you got home, Jungkook didnât have any mercy on you
You were running from him, not knowing where you were going
You ran upstairs into a large bedroom and locked the door
âPlease, donât hurt me!â You cried, clutching onto the top of your dress that he ripped apart
You thought he was on the other side of the door, calming down but the closet door busted open and there he was
You tried to open the room door but he was faster and pulled you back onto the bed
âAlready causing so much trouble for me, little one.â
He hovered over you
âIâm sorry. Iâm scared. Please, donât kill me.â
You started to cry under him
You looked so precious, begging for your life
He couldnât resist
He took off his suit and ripped your dress open
Underneath, you were wearing a red and black lace lingerie
He let out a low growl before attacking your neck and marking you all over
âWait! Sir! Please! Mr- agh! Mr- Mr. Jeon! No! Iâll give you money! Please! I can give you all the money in my bank account if you just let me go! $59,000 is all I have! I can-â
Jungkook started to chuckle against your neck
â59,000 dollars? Thatâs all? You expect me to set you free after you give me 59,000 dollars?â
He laughed right in your face which broke your heart
It was your hard earned money
You hated to see someone discredit your hard work just like that
You frowned and got tearful
âItâs all the money I have.â
You said in a quavering voice
Jungkook looked at you
You were dead serious
âI bought you for 10 million dollars and you want me to set you free for $59,000. Anyone with a brain would deny that offer.â
He slapped you again and continued on
Jungkook sucked your neck, breast and chest; leaving dark, purple marks all over
âWait! Mr. Jeon, I-Iâm actually waiting till m-marriage.â
âThat doesnât matter, anymore. Youâll be getting married to me, anyways.â
âNo! Please!â
Jungkook pulled down your underwear and rubbed two fingers up your slit, making you shiver
âSo pretty. I canât wait anymore.â
He pulled out his thick shaft and you started to panic
âNo! No, no, please! I donât want this! I donât want to do this, please!â
He spat on your opening for some lub and pushed his whole length in harshly
You groaned in pain when he did but couldnât fight back
Your hands were against his chest but, pushing him off wasnât easy
He started thrusting inside of you at a cruel speed, causing you gasp really loudly before wailing
âHey! Stop! Please! It hurts!â
Jungkook pinned your wrist next to your head and fucked you deeply
After hours of fucking, cum and blood covered his cock and the bedsheet
He smeared the blood and cum mix all over your body
âLook at you, covered in your virgin blood mixed with my cum. You look so pretty.â
You were mumbling incoherent words, unable to think straight
He forced three orgasms out of you, of course you werenât able to think straight
Sweat covered your forehead and your tight hole was leaking cum and blood
He pushed in one more time and began fucking you hard
You were squealing under him, telling him to stop yet he slapped your ass and grabbed your throat
âYour cunt seems to love my cock. Thatâs why youâre cumming so much around me. So stop telling me that it hurts because I know itâs a lie.â
One more deep push and you both came together
He laid down next to you and pulled you onto his chest
âNext week, youâll officially be mine.â
You werenât listening
Because you were passed out
It was your first time and he had made you cum at least 17 times
It would be surprising if you didnât pass out
Jungkook didnât lie when he said that youâll be his in the next week
He made one phone call and whoever was on the end of the line planned a huge wedding in a week
You woke up one day and were forced into a white gown
Once you put the pieces together, you had a panic attack
You were getting married to this man youâve only known for a week
You were being so uncooperative to the point where Jungkook had to come to you and set you straight
He quickly fucked you back into submission and made you get ready for your wedding
After your wedding, loads of fucking
You guys didnât even show up to your reception party because Jungkook could not stop fucking you
And it continued like this for a very long time
You werenât sure how you were still producing cum
Every morning, every night, sometimes in the middle of the day, he wants to have sex
Itâs not like heâs slow or gentle eitherâ heâs aggressive in bed, itâs tough to handle him
You usually end up passing out and even that doesnât stop him
The next morning you wake up tired and sore however, he wakes up needy and wanting more
Sometimes heâll fuck you hard enough to make you pass out right in the morning
Even when he comes back from a mission, he still has the energy to fuck you
You just donât understand
For weeks, you canât walk straight because of him
And it hurts to put any sort of pressure on your lower abdomen
Despite all of that, you still love him
After all the manipulation and brain washing heâs done to you, heâs convinced you that youâre in love with him
And that you wonât survive without him
Youâve been craving for love and attention for your whole life and Jungkook was finally giving some
Why would you want the person who makes you feel loved and appreciated gone from your life?
Jungkook used guilt tripping to make you stay with him
Not to mention, taking advantage of your toxic past
Stockholm syndrome ending for the win đĽ
Sorry for any mistakes!! Have a good day<3
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The Dock
A/N: So Iâm writing for Bucky now...âşď¸ I wrote this for @wkemeupâs 9k writing challenge but also not? Iâve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought Iâd participate! I included the prompt, but itâs not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader
Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other
Word count: 4.5k+
Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger
Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesnât bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]
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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tonyâs lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.
Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. âSleep well?â he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. âYou got a little drool there.â
âOh, shut up.â You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. âI slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.â
âI can tell.â You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. âOoh, two middle fingers. Iâm really scared now.â
The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Samâs face a little too close for your liking.
âAre you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?â he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you werenât looking over towards him to see it. âIâm taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.â
âSam, would you shut up?â you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.
âYou and these middle fingers today,â Sam muttered.
âI have another one if youâd like to see it.â You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.
âIâm good.â He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.
âI got it,â he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldnât get you anywhere.
âWhy thank you, good sir.â You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.
âAll in a dayâs work.â He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.
âGlad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,â Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.
âYou better watch out, Tony. Y/Nâs got middle fingers for days over there.â
âShut up, Sam!â
A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen. Â
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âOkay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,â Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you werenât sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.
âThe perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?â You raised an eyebrow.
âI forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise itâs foolproof this time.â
âWell then, letâs hear it.â
âAlright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.â She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. âWell Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tonyâs a crazy driver so youâll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried heâll just have to confess his love to you.â
âTwo issues.â You pointed a finger at her. âOne, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,â You held up another finger. âwhy would he confess his love at that very moment? Thatâs insane.â
âOne,â She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. âheâs whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, heâll do it without a second thought.â
âSure he would,â you scoffed.
âUh, I know he would.â She gave you a knowing smirk. âTwo, he gets worried about you all the time and Iâve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.â
âBucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.â You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.
âNo, itâs definitely more than best friend love.â She moved to sit down on your bed.
âEither way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and Iâd like to avoid that this weekend.â
âWhoâs he gonna fight? Tony?â
âI mean, you never know.â It wouldnât be the first time. Â
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âI canât wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,â you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.
âGee, really? Itâs almost like you havenât been talking about it for the past three days,â Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.
You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. âOh, I donât think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.â
âYouâre insufferable.â He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.
âDamn, you looking fine over there, mama!â
You took in a sharp breath. It wasnât all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didnât mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though. Â
As much as it stung, you didnât want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didnât hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.
âHey, sweetcheeks!â You felt a tug on your shoulder. âDidnât you hear me?â
You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasnât beside you anymore.
âListen here, you little shit,â Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. âShe obviously doesnât want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.â
âAnd whatâre you gonna do about it?â the man smirked. âShe need her boyfriend to defend her?â
Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous âBucky stare.â âDoesnât matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.â
A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. âWinter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian  was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.
âBuck,â you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. âLetâs just go.â
You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.
âAye, itâs all good. Iâm sure Iâll see that tight ass âround here soon anyways.â
That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadnât heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.
âWhat the fuck was-â Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.
âThereâs plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way youâre looking at me, I bet you donât want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.â He let go of the manâs collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. âCome on, doll.â
You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.
You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasnât going to be happy about it. Buckyâs media presence hadnât necessarily been bad lately, but it wasnât perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person. Â
Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you werenât sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.
âWant to eat these in my room?â you asked once you stepped off the elevator.
âSounds good.â His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.
âMr. Barnes,â FRIDAYâs voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. âMr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.â
Bucky sighed. âIâll be there in a few.â He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. âApparently, I have business to attend to.â
You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tonyâs office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didnât look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.
âMaybe I should get a plate,â you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.
âSheâs perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.â You couldnât help but stop as you heard Tonyâs voice through the door of his office.
âBut she shouldnât have to.â Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. âHer ignoring him wasnât going to do anything. I didnât want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.â
âAnd this doesnât have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?â The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.
âTony-â
âI donât want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I donât know how weâre going to fix this.â
âThat guy harassed her! I couldnât stand there and just let it happen!â God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.
âI donât care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesnât mean-â You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.
Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.
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âIâm just saying, it could work.â Nat got off your bed. âThe cookoutâs starting soon. Put on something cute.â She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, âknock Bucky off his ass.â
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âOoh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?â Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.
You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.
âOh stop it, Sam,â Wanda said as she walked towards you. âYou look amazing!â
âAww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.â Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.
Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.
âSomeoneâs staring at you,â Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.
âHe has a starting problem. We all know that,â you argued, sitting down across from her.
âI donât know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-â
âNat, I love you, but please shut up.â She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.
âIâm just saying.â
âYou okay over there?â Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Buckyâs line of vision. âBuck?â
âHuh?â Buckyâs head turned sharply in Steveâs direction.
âYou alright?â
âYeah. Yeah, Iâm okay.â A shy smile.
âAre you going to ask her out soon?â He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.
âIâm getting to it, yeesh,â Bucky chuckled.
âThatâs what youâve been saying since forever.â
âAnd itâs what Iâll keep saying every time you pester me about it.â
âWell if you donât make a move soon, maybe Iâll swoop in-â
âNope! You will not do that.â He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. âYou absolutely will not do that.â
Soon. He was going to do it soon.
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âWhoâs next?â Tony called from the driverâs seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.
âYou should go with Bucky.â Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.
âIâll go,â you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldnât get wet. âAnyone wanna go with me?â Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.
âGo with her,â Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.
âI donât know, Steve.â Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push.Â
âBucky will go with you,â Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.
âCyborg!â Tony called out. âYou going to take your shirt off?â
You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. âYeah, Bucky. Why donât you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.â
âNat!â You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.
âYeah, I donât think so.â He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.
âOh, come on, Buckaroo!â Sam laughed. He started a chant of âtake it offâ with the rest of the team (even you, though youâd never admit it).
âFine,â Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Natâs hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.
âI donât know how well this is going to go but itâs gonna be fun,â you said as he grabbed onto the handles.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âTonyâs a crazy driver and weâve never been able to get you on a tube before. Iâm betting youâll fly off in the first three minutes.â
The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.
âAre you okay?â you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.
âYeah,â he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. âItâs like heâs trying to throw us off.â
âWell half the fun is falling off.â
âYou people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.â
âWhat would you suggest we rather do then?â
âI donât know. Something that doesnât involve giving myself whiplash for âfun.ââ
âYouâre such an old man.â You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.
âWhere are they going?â You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.
âAre you okay?â Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.
âBuck, Iâm fine,â you said, though you didnât do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.
âThat shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.â His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.
âNo need to worry. Iâm all good over here.â
âGood.â
A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.
His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.
âThere you are!â you heard Samâs voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. âThought we lost you. Didnât interrupt anything, I hope.â He smirked at Bucky.
This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.
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You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldnât step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?
âWhat are you doing, doll?â A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.
âDid I wake you up?â
âNo.â He shook his head.
âOh, okay.â
âYou look like a deer in headlights.â His lips turned into an almost smile. âAre you running away?â
âJust down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.â Nightmares.
He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe thatâs what made you such great friends.
âMind if I join?â
âSure.â You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out. Â
Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldnât. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.
Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.
âYou know,â he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. âIâm here if you ever want to talk about it.â
You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.
âAnd what if I donât?â The slight stain of your voice didnât go unnoticed by him.
âIâm not going anywhere.â His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.
âHow do you always know what to say?â Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.
âI guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?â
You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.
âI dunno. Youâre still kind of a dumbass.â
âAnd you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?â A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.
âGod, I love seeing you smile.â A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldnât see it in the dark of the night.
Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.
âThank you,â you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.
âFor what?â
âYour face.â
His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. âGlad I could be of service, doll.â
âSeriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that youâre willing to sit out here with me.â
âI mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.â
You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. âFor real, Buck.â You put your hands on his cheeks. âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
Just do it, Bucky. Nowâs the time.
He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.
âCan I kiss you?â
You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if heâd been reading it wrong all along. âShit, Y/N, Iâm so sorry! I thought that-â
You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasnât enough.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for this to happen,â you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.
âActually . . . I think I might.â He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.
A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you werenât already having chills due to the man in front of you.
âLetâs get you back inside, doll.â
You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment youâd been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.
You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Buckyâs attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.
âCold, cold, cold!â you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.
âAre you okay?â he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.
âI have half a mind to yank you in here with me.â His eyes widened at your words.
âDonât you dare!â You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.
âI guess I can spare you. Just this one time.â You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. âBut I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.â
âCanât deny my girlfriend that, now can I?â He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.
âIâm your girlfriend, huh? Damn, weâre moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?â
âOh please. I think we all know weâve basically been dating for a while now.â
âPerhaps.â The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came. Â âShould we go in now that weâre both wet and cold?â
âThat sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.â Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.
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synopsis: the jealousy in your boyfriend led to an unexpected sex warning(s): filth smut ig?? degradation, slight slapping, chocking, breeding, multiple orgasms and overstimulation to the point y/n squirted so minors kindly dni! <3 prompt(s): 83 - it's sir, understood? 88 - be quiet or i have no choices but let them know what a whore you are underneath me 89 - do you have fun teasing the shit out of me? notes: i get too carried on with the plot thus leading it to be quite long than usual </3 my apologies
it was unprofessional of him to behave like this. to be precise, was it even your fault to begin with? it was your job as an idol and you canât just say no to your manager. you needed the money and you were sure you could gain more popularity by accepting the commercial. it was quite new for a rising idol to be modelling for a lingerie company, but you were proud with your body proportions. plus, the thoughts of money flowing into your bank account canât bring the smile on your face away. however, you werenât informed that youâll have a co-model for the month of promotion. you were shocked once you saw the quite provocative images by the side, the team expected you to pose equally the same or at least giving such vibes with your fellow co-worker. a male voice appeared as you turned to face the owner of the voice, seeing lee sangyeon, the leader of your boyfriendâs group. it was definitely an awkward situation for both of you, especially when sangyeon often saw you hanging around in their dorm during your leisure time. it was too late for both of you to back out and you knew it would only cause an unnecessary scene, leading to a heavy dark weird atmosphere in the studio. therefore, both of you decided to put all the thoughts behind and posed for the camera professionally.
you didnât dare to bring the issue to your boyfriend, afraid that he would feel weird or distance himself with his leader. thatâs the least you want since their group was busy preparing for their comeback. though both of you had busy schedules, there wouldnât be a time where both of you would empty your time just to meet even though it was only for a few minutes. strangely, both of you had free time during the weekend. your company decided to give you a break during the weekend after your hard work during the weekdays while for your boyfriend, juyeon, the company decided not to pressure them too much. they gave them ample time to rest during the weekends though they still have to practise for plenty of hours. well, better than nothing right? juyeon appreciated everything the company gave to him, thus leading both of you to cuddle in his room. thanks to their recent success, the company managed to provide a new dorm for the members for their own comforts and some chose to have their own rooms while some choose to be roommates with their own members. for juyeon, he preferred being alone and since it was hard for idols to go out for dates, both of you often have your dates in his room. he wasnât alone to begin with, some members apparently bring their significant others to their dorm too and they planned a conspiracy to not tell their managers.Â
âhowâs your week going?â his voice was so soothing, it almost brought you to sleep but you didnât want to waste your free time with him sleeping. being in his arms as he cuddled you on his bed, you snuggled closer to his muscular body, getting a little bit comfortable under the huge comforter. the netflix show that was playing through the projector spontaneously became a music background, both of you werenât paying much attention to what's showing since it was re-watched for the fifth time. since your arms were wrapping around his waist, you were drawing a circle on the naked skin, defining his packs. ânothing new, just as usual. how about yours? how was the preparation going?â it was your turn to ask him, looking up to face the beloved man in your life. with his right arm under your neck, casually landing his hand on your shoulder, he pulled you closer while rubbing your skin, âtired and stressed. preparing for a comeback would always be so bittersweet.â you nodded, understanding the feeling damn too well since you are an active idol too. âsangyeon leads us very well, iâm glad heâs the leader.â juyeon added, the day of you having a photoshoot with him suddenly flashed in your mind. starting to feel anxious, you fiddled with your fingers and the taller one noticed it. âsomething wrong?âÂ
âpromise that you wonât get angry.â the doe eyes started to play its role, making juyeon soften by your expression as he gently caressed your hair, tucking them behind your ear before touching your ear. âi wonât promise, but iâll try my best.â thatâs what you like about juyeon. he wasnât a good liar, nor good at being straight-forward but heâll always choose the right words to not hurt you. exhaling the breath you didnât know you held in, you cross-sitting on the mattress, leading the other to sit too while leaning his back against the bed frame. unlocking your phone and immediately going to the gallery, you showed him a few pictures from the previous photoshoot with sangyeon. âthe lingerie company iâm currently modelling in just told me that iâll be working with sangyeon starting from this month's promotion. i didnât know about it, nor was it mentioned in the contract. both of us were informed right when we arrived at the destination.â you finally confessed the long ago things youâd been wanting to tell him, hoping he wonât be angry for the sudden confession. âi didnât want to tell you yet because you were busy with your comeback. i didnât want to make you more stressed, let alone having the intention to make you feel bad..â you bit your lips, head down as your eyes glued to your legs, suddenly found your legs attractive to look on. you expect for a disappointed sigh or the sudden raise in his voice, but instead you earned a chuckle from your boyfriend.Â
looking up to face his reaction, it was true that he wasnât showing any bad feedback at all. he rather gave you a smile before patting his lap and being the obedient girlfriend you are, you wasted no time in climbing to his lap. âdo you think i would get angry at this?â you nodded, earning another chuckle from him as his hands went to grab your chin, the sudden grasp startled you and he forced you to face him. âwell you guessed it right. what gave you the right to think that i wonât be angry?â his fingers slowly tracing down to your collarbone, sensually touching them before landing his fingers on each side of your neck. âdid you have fun doing the photoshoot with my leader?â you shook your head as a no, reducing the intake of oxygen as he pressed the sides tighter. it canât be denied, angry and jealous juyeon is one of your favourite genres. âcat got your tongue?â he lowered a few octaves as you shook your head again, ân-no..â his other hand straight went to cup one of your breasts, earning a choked moan from his girlfriend. âi was already mad enough to know that you are modelling for a lingerie company but having sangyeon as your partner? thatâs fucking pathetic.â he soon added, âwhores like you sure like to play with my friends huh.âÂ
the sudden flip made you gasped, his strength never failed to impress you as he topped you, lips crashing with yours while fingers ripping every clothes of yours. as soon as your body was only covered by your undergarments, his lips went down to your neck, tongue casually covering your skin with his saliva. âfucking mad that you would agree with such stupid photoshoot,â he groaned against your skin, unclasping your bra to free your boobs and teeth sinked to one of your buds. âf-fuck juyeon-â âitâs sir, understood?â you nodded your head, so close to grip his hair but his hand was quick enough to pin your wrists on your head. âdid i allow you to touch me? fucking needy slut who canât keep her hands.â the pathetic whimpers that escaped from your lips produced beautiful melodies to juyeonâs ears, circling his tongue around your aroused nipples. the way he sucked into your nipples were quite hard to the point you were thinking if milk would suddenly come out but you knew it was impossible since you werenât pregnant yet. after paying much attention to both of your breasts, his other hand cupped each of them, not wanting to leave it untouched while going south, facing your clothed cunt. letting out a sharp and loud moan, his hands now held your thighs, preventing you from moving much.Â
âbe quiet or i have no choice but let them know what a whore you are underneath me.â juyeon growled and you nodded, biting your lips from letting out another embarrassing moan. teeth holding onto the band of your panty, he slid it off and threw it somewhere around his room. the sudden emptiness made you whimper, blurting out incoherent words which juyeon assumed you wanted something to be done with your pussy. it was helplessly wet and you were too horny for a foreplay, but you knew you werenât in control- especially when the angry juyeon was in between your legs. flicking his tongue against your folds, you held in the moan though you were sure soft moans managed to escape, hands gripping the bed sheet tightly. the sounds of your mewl began to reflect the whole room, whoever passing by juyeonâs room would surely knew what both of you were up for. âp-please..â you shook your head erratically, not wanting to get teased by the man beneath you but instead earning a cold silence as he slowly moved his tongue on your clit. âmmmff-â the bite on your lower lips got harsher, your fingers were finding anything that was impossible to hold onto. âsir please, no m-more mmmh,â you rolled your eyes to the back in sudden ecstasy as he left a long lick on your clit. maybe you were too horny or you were sex deprived, the liquid on his face maybe could explain it.Â
âwow,â juyeon smirked, wiping the cum on his face with his thumb and licking it, looking up to face you as you were trying to easen your breath. âwere you too fucking horny? i barely touch you,â the uneven breath responded to him, you canât even form a proper sentence to the dominant one. âbut above all of them, you came without my permission.â his tone got deeper as he reached for your neck, causing you to choke at the sudden grab. âand you know what sluts like you should do, right?â nodding your head off, switching your position as he now sat on the bed and you were in between his legs. âsuck.â he demanded after you struggled taking his shorts off, greeted by the proudly standing wood right in-front of your face. licking the veins that stood out angrily as you pushed the tip into your mouth, slightly gagging at the sudden growth. you were taking too long and it wasnât exactly what juyeon needed so he held your hair in a ponytail, pushing your mouth to the base and thrusting his hips up, causing you to gag. juyeon often informed you about the safe words and taps if it was getting overwhelming to you and since he didnât receive any of them yet, he kept on forcing your mouth to his root, letting out a satisfied grunt by the warmth of your mouth. you knew that it was one of his favourite things in sex, well you liked it too, having his huge dick in your mouth. you preferred it more when he gets rough to you and thatâs what exactly you got from him.Â
bobbing your head according to the rhythm the latter just set to you, closing his eyes as his climax reaching soon. noticing it, popping out with the sound of âpopâ before circling your mouth around his tip with your fingers playing with his balls, dangerously close to his hole, deciding to tease him a bit and that would be the worst thing you ever chose to do on that day. tightening the grip on your hair as he yanked you off from his dick, forcing you to face him. âdo you have fun teasing the shit out of me? do you think itâs cute to tease me?â you shook your head as a no but only to be responded with a slap on your cheek and hell, that fucking turned you on. âanswer me, whore.â ân-no.â âno what?â the overwhelming pleasure was too much for you, pressing your legs tightly as the knot in your stomach was appearing again. âno s-s-sir.â a cheeky smirk could be heard afterwards as he threw you on the bed, hand still on your neck while the other reached to his dick, lining it up to your vaginal hole. âsluts like you should be put into their places back.âÂ
the sudden thrust into your hole caused you to let out another choked moan as he wasted no time in thrusting his hips against yours, the slapping sounds against wet skins were too obvious to be hidden anymore. following with your pathetic whimpers and sobs, you would have a hard time to face his teammates soon. knocking the breath out from you as he bottomed out, pulling out only to be slamming back into the tight hole of yours. the increase in speed led to another embarrassing moans of yours, incoherent words started to blurt out and the bed cracking against the wall surely left nightmares to whoever was in the dorm. âs-sir, s-sir mmmf sir please,â juyeon somehow managed to catch on what you were saying, raising an eyebrow as his hand went up to caress your hair gently, totally contrasting to the thrusts of his hips. âplease what, kitten?â âanything s-sir, any-mmf fuck anything sir. just wanted to c-come,â the tears on the corner of your lips were getting clearer, the pleasures he gave to you were inexplicably good. âthen come.â managed to get permission from your boyfriend, back arched as tears fell down, you screamed out loud as soon as you released, giving no fucks that he was still living with his members and some of them were probably having their rests in their own rooms.Â
the pretty moan escaping from your lips was soon muffled as his lips caught yours, hips still not stopping from thrusting into you as it got impossibly faster and deeper. you swore you could see the bulge in your stomach and fuck, that made you wet again. âgonna cum in you,â juyeon whispered against your lips as soon as both of you parted off, the thought of breeding you making him insanely turned on and it could be proven by the changes in thrusts. âwould you like that?â he asked as you once again nodded erratically, moaning a âpleaseâ causing him to smirk, âof course, sluts like you should be breeded.â soon followed by him cumming into you as you could feel the long and thick ropes filling you up. you too were turned on by the thought of getting breeded, not realising that you just squirted on his dick. finishing riding his orgasm out in your hole, juyeon slowly pulled his dick off only to watch some of his cum dripping down to your thighs. the combination of your squirt and his cum on your thighs were putting him over the edge as he leaned in to lap the liquid off, earning a whimper from you as you grip his hairs, shaking your head. ât-too much. too much sir,â you squirmed but he ignored you and that caused you to have your orgasm for the fourth time.Â
âgood girl, my good girl.â juyeon praised you, giving endless pecks on your lips and forehead, âyou did so well for me, princess.â ignoring the mess right in-front of them, he pulled you into a hug, pecking the crown of your head as you snuggled closer to him, finding no strength in moving at all. âdid i went too harsh on you?â you shook your head as a no, wrapping your arms tighter around his well-defined waist and rested your head on his chest. âiâm sorry if i did, i got too carried away with my jealousy.â âitâs fine, juyeon. in fact, i like it.â you looked up to him and assured him with a peck on his cheek, responding to his smile. ânext time, donât hesitate to tell me if things like these happen again, okay? i promise i wonât be mad- at least, not like this. plus, you looked too hot for the shoot, guess i was too aroused by it.â you giggled at his sudden confession and nodded, pulling him closer to your body. âi love you.â âi love you too, my princess,â said your boyfriend as he pecked the top of your head again before putting both of you to a quick nap.
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Oh my god, they were roommatesâŚ
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âThe rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This cityâs going to the dogs!â
âUh-huh.â
âYou have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!â
âUhâŚâ
âAre you even listening to me, Tina!
Tina?
Goddamnit Tina!â
Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tinaâs eyes barely flicked up from her phone.
âOh my god, you sound like my grandpaâŚâ
Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.
CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO
The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.
Gavinâs eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.
âYouâre joking? How could I possiblyâŚ?â
âGet with the times, boomerâŚâ
Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavinâs dream come true. Heâd spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew heâd never find a better deal.
âShit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!â
His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.
âWhat place?â
âThe Tincan ghetto!â
Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.
âItâs subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate⌠because theyâre the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.â
âFine, fine. Youâre right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. Thereâs probably some fine print, hidden costs thatâll come out later.â
âHmm⌠letâs seeâŚâ
Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.
âNothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should knowâŚâ
At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.
âBearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!â
//
Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.
Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.
Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.
He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.
RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.
Gavin sighed in relief.
//
âYour room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.â
The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavinâs open palm.
âEr thanks.. RK⌠sorry I forgot your full model numberâŚâ
âYou may call me Nines. Although, Iâd rather you didnât call me much of anything. Now if youâll excuse me.â
In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.
Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties heâd viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.
He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. Heâd ended up where heâd truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good⌠barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.
He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.
//
âI canât! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!â
Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.
He hadnât seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Ninesâ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.
Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. Heâd seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.
Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.
âHey Nines⌠is everything alrightâŚ?â
There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.
âI apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.â
âUh⌠no worriesâŚ? Are you okay?â
There was a flash of steel blue eyes.
Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that heâd broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didnât extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldnât surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.
âIâm fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.â
Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct⌠Gavin threw caution to the winds.
âWhat do you actually do?â
Ninesâ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.
âIâm a private investigator.â
âOh shit! Iâm actually a cop.â
Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the androidâs face.
âI know. Thatâs why I let you stay with me.â
âFor safety?â
âCertainly not for your fashion sense.â
âWow okay, I didnât think Iâd be much protection for a big scary droid like you.â
Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.
Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.
âWhat pissed you off so much?â
Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Ninesâ irises.
âIf I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?â
Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly⌠rather foolishly.
âI helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.â
âSo whatâs your problem?â
âTheyâre offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parentâs home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. Itâs deeply insulting that they even asked. Thatâs why I was so⌠pissed.â
Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.
âI respect that.â
âI didnât ask.â
âI know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need⌠clarity.â
Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.
âClarity?â
âYeah, like a sense of direction. We donât just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do⌠but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I thinkâŚâ
Gavin wasnât sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words⌠but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.
âSorry that was weird. Never mind.â
âThat was actually⌠very astute.â
Their eyes met and Gavin couldâve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.
âItâs good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.â
The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.
//
Since the morning of Ninesâ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.
Not that heâd admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the androidâs day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.
For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.
Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.
He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.
That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Ninesâ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.
âThank you.â
âJust did my job. I should thank you for the tip.â
âHmm.â
Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.
âWhat?â
âNothing⌠I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.â
The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.
âTakes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops canât. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.â
âI know.â
No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.
âIf you feel like being a private eye doesnât make enough of a difference, then why didnât you⌠um⌠you knowâŚâ
âJoin law enforcement?â
âYup.â
âPlenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.â
âConnor? Yes. Very annoying.â
âHe is, isnât he?â
âTotally. But why didnât you join too? Youâd be brilliant on the Force.â
âMy skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didnât want to become another puppet of the state.â
Gavin really didnât know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasnât sure why Nines was suddenly this social.
âWhat are you⌠watching?â
Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.
//
Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.
Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.
Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.
//
He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.
His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view⌠but wait⌠had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldnât see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.
Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.
âOh good, youâre up.â
âWha-what happened!?â
Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.
âYou passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.â
Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.
âI didnât want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.â
âYou couldâve easily opened it.â
âYes, but that wouldâve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.â
Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.
âThanksâŚâ
âDonât mention it. Now get out. Youâre ruining my silk sheets.â
//
Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?
He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way⌠but Gavin found that he wouldnât mind the prospect of waking up in the androidâs bed in a wildly different context.
He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.
âWhy so happy?â
âOh⌠nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did⌠Heâs a⌠funny guy.â
âHuh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.â
âAndroid. Singular. Just him.â
âWowwww⌠he sounds special.â
//
âWho did this?â
âGavin, the damage is merely superficial-â
âWho phcking did this??!â
He reached forward and gingerly touched Ninesâ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.
âShit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.â
âAndroids do not feel pain.â
âBullshit.â
âIâm merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. Iâm fine.â
âShut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.â
A shade of embarrassment appeared over the androidâs features.
âI⌠actually donât have one. I didnât think Iâd ever need it.â
âDidnât think anyone could kick your ass, huh?â
âNo⌠I didnât think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.â
âHuh. Howâd that happen?â
Ninesâ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.
âI was⌠distracted.â
Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.
âRight. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.â
//
âSo whoâs this dapper young gent youâve brought to the party, Gavin?â
âEr⌠heâs my uh⌠roommate.â
Captain Fowler nodded and winked.
âThatâs what they called it in my day too.â
Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.
âHeâs a PI. But I think heâs wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. Heâs quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?â
Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.
//
âOh thank RA9!â
Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.
âWatch the ribs, big guy.â
âI was so worried.â
âWhy? Your info was good. No chance of error.â
âI meant about you.â
Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.
âWhy?â
âI canât believe you have to ask.â
The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.
âWhat the-â
âOh I take full credit for that, sir.â
Fowler glanced at Tina.
âThe case, Chen?â
âOh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.â
She waved a hand in Gavin and Ninesâ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.
âLike I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.â
âOh my god, they were roommatesâŚâ
âYeah legit.â
//
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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto
This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldnât help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3
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hotch wakes up with an unexpecting phone call, one heâs longed to hear; youâre awake. (1.9k)Â
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Rolling over, you shuffle closer into his embrace, feeling his breath fanning across your shoulder. âAre you awake?â Aaron whispers, brushing his lips across your neck, listening to you giggle.
âWell, I am now,â You joke, lifting your gaze up to your boyfriend, never tiring of his drowsy smile. âI suspect we have approximately two minutes of privacy.â You whisper, and Aaron nods in agreement.
âLetâs make the most of it then,â Aaron mutters as he wraps both arms around you, pulling you on top of him as you try and suppress your squeal. âyou gotta be quiet, honey.â He whispers into your lips as he kisses you softly, feeling you moan happily.
âWait,â You pause, resting your hands on either side of Aaronâs head as you peer your head up toward the door, seeing the knob rattling.
Swiftly, you lie back down beside Aaron as you pretend to sleep and snore loudly like a cartoon character.
Within seconds, the door opens and Jack rushes in. He jumps up onto Aaronâs bed and lands in between you both.
âYouâre just like your Dad, Jack,â You chuckle as he dives underneath the sheets, curling up in between you and Aaron. âking of subtlety.â Â
Aaron laughs lightly as Jack pops his head back up from under the sheets, messing his hair up as he looks between you and his Dad. âDo you have work today?â Jack asks with a heavy heart.
âNot that we know of,â You happily tell the mini Hotchner who smiles brightly. âso, what do you wanna do today then little man?â
You perch up on your elbow, listening to Jack intently as he rambles on about all the things you could do today, forgetting that there are so many hours in a day. But just watching you with Jack, Aaron feels at peace, that heâs finally allowed himself a chance at happiness with you by his side.
Opening his eyes, Hotch looks around.
It was just another dream. Youâre still in the hospital.
Sighing heavily to himself, Hotch wipes his face as faint sunlight tries to filter through his blinds. Ever since you went into the hospital, he hasnât had a full night sleep. You possess his mind, haunt his dreams of a simple life that heâs unsure heâll ever have back.
Hotch turns to look at your side of the bed, untouched. Your pillows remain perfectly fluffed up as your perfume coats the cotton, weaved into the fabric that provides some comfort in the dead of night.
âI miss you, Y/n.â Hotch mutters under his breath, returning to lie flat on his back as he stares up at his ceiling, missing those early mornings of bliss with you and Jack, his family.
Yet, out of the corner of his eye, Hotch can see his phone lighting up. Without hesitation, he reaches for it and answers it. âHotchner,â He responds, now sitting upright.
âHi Mr Hotchner, we have you down as Ms Y/l/n emergency contact?â A woman on the other end of the phone questions and Hotch tears the sheets from his body, now perching on the edge of the bed with his feet hanging just above the floor.
âThatâs correct, has something happened?â Hotch asks as the worst possibilities cloud his mind and remains unaware of his bedroom door opening and Jack peering in to see his Dad tensing up with his phone against his ear.
âMs Y/l/n has woken up,â The woman states, and Hotch has to catch his breath as his heart hammers against his chest.
Barely able to process anything else the woman on the phone says, Hotch just nods to himself. âIâll be right there, thank you.â He tells her and hangs up, taking a moment as he laughs happily to himself, ignoring the tears forming in his eyes.
âIs Mom awake?â A tired voice inputs and Hotch glances over his shoulder to see Jack stood there in his PJâs, fidgeting as he leans against the door.
Rising to his feet, Hotch walks over to his son and kneels down. âYeah, buddy,â Hotch quietly states with a smile crossing his face. âcome on, we gotta go.â He tells his son, taking his hand as they both head downstairs for their things before rushing out of the door without a second thought.
*
It felt strange, that much was undeniable. Every time you blinked, you worried your eyes wouldnât open again, that youâd be forced back into the darkness alone.
You were regaining control of your limbs as your Doctor explained everything to you in detail once you were fully conscious and competent. Part of you wondered if you dreamed everything you heard whilst in a comatose state, but as you listened to your Doctor, he was simply telling you everything you already knew.
Now, it was early- you knew that much as you sat upright enjoying the warmth basking your skin.
âSir, you have to come back during visiting hours,â Your ears perk up to the sound of voices in the corridors, and suddenly the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as his voice stands out.
âI havenât seen her for weeks, please,â Hotch pleads, his voice cracking as he moves on, heading to your private room. He pauses outside of it, the blinds still closed. âhey Jack?â
Jack looks up at his Dad, clad in his PJâs and slippers, but covered in his coat for warmth. âYeah?â
âMind giving me a minute okay? I just wanna talk to Mom privately.â Hotch asks, and Jack simply nods as sleep still laces his mind.
Standing up tall, Hotch tries his best to compose himself as he reaches for the door handle and pushes the door open.
âHey stranger,â Your voice is raspy but clear as Hotch stands in disbelief. He closes the door behind him quietly as he keeps his focus on you, seeing you awake and looking right back at him.
âY/n,â He breathes out, forcing his feet forward toward your bed as a sad smile forms your lips whilst they quiver. âoh, Y/n.â He reaches out, unable to stop himself as he hugs you tightly, not wishing to part from you again.
You rub your hand across his back as you feel him sob into you. âAaron,â You mumble, ignoring the tears falling from your eyes as he pulls away and sits down beside you, his hand never leaving yours. âIâve missed you so much.â You tell him, sniffing as you remain in disbelief. âIâm so glad youâre here.â
Hotch chuckles to himself. âIâm so sorry Y/n, for everything that happened that night, I, I shouldâve walked with you.â He explains, but you squeeze his hand tightly, cutting him off.
âIt wasnât your fault, Aaron,â You sigh in relief. âGod, you have no idea how long Iâve waited to tell you that.â You laugh, and Hotch furrows his brows in confusion.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks, clearly perplexed.
You shuffle in your hospital bed, ignoring the mild throbbing of your forehead as you take a sip of water, even if it still burns your throat.
âItâs going to sound insane,â You preface, but Aaron keeps his eyes on you. âI, well, I heard everything whilst I was in the coma.â
Glancing up, you see Hotch staring back at you with that unreadable expression. âEverything?â He asks quietly, and you nod in response. âThat, thatâs insane, honey.â He tells you.
âYeah,â You know itâs crazy, hell, how could you possibly begin to fathom it? âbut I heard every conversation, every visit from the team and when you came,â You trail off. âyet, all I could think about was telling you that it isnât your fault. None of it was or ever will be.â You tell him, not daring to tear your gaze from his. âI love you, Aaron, so please, donât be so hard on yourself.â
âYou heard me?â His voice softens as you nod. âI, I,â
âItâs okay, Aaron, you donât have to say anything else.â You smile, lifting your hand from his as you place it on his cheek, missing the feeling of his cheeks rising as he smiles into your palm.
âI thought I was going to lose you,â Hotch admits, feeling the searing pain cross his heart at the thought.
âYou canât get rid of me that easily, Hotchner.â You joke, stroking away the stray tears that fall from his eyes.
You glance over his shoulder, noticing the door beginning to open.
âLooks like weâve got company,â You whisper, and Hotch quickly wipes his eyes as Jack shyly enters.
âCome on over, buddy,â Hotch calls over his son who rushes over.
âHey, Jack,â You try your best to remain composed as Jack looks up at you with those big eyes, full of love. âIâve missed you, kiddo.â Your voice cracks and Jack stands in front of his Dad who helps him up onto your bed.
âIâve missed you, Mom.â Jack remains strong as he hugs you, both arms around your neck as you hold him close.
âI see your Dad wasted no time in getting here, huh?â You joke, seeing him in his PJâs like Aaron. âI feel a bit left out.â You ease into laughing with Jack, knowing itâs the best medicine for situations like this.
Seeing you with Jack, laughing like old times despite everything is just another reason why Hotch loves you with his whole heart.
âIâll just be a minute,â Hotch comments as you nod to him before averting your attention back to the mini Hotchner, listening to his stories from school.
He glances through the now opened blinds, seeing you smiling with all your might, despite the evident fear in your eyes.
Hotch takes out his phone and dials Rossi, knowing heâd need to know.
âRossi.â Dave answers.
âDave, Y/nâs awake.â Hotch states and Rossi laughs happily through the line and can hear him telling Krystall the good news.
âOh Aaron, thatâs excellent news, is she alright?â Rossi asks, now sitting down as Krystall pats his shoulder before heading into the kitchen.
âSheâs doing okay,â Hotch comments, looking over his shoulder at you and Jack. âsheâs vulnerable, but I can tell sheâs putting on a front for Jackâs sake.â Hotch explains.
âIâm just glad sheâs awake,â Rossi sighs. âdoes she know how long sheâs been out?â
Hotch chuckles under his breath. âY/n erm, she heard everyone the entire time.â Hotch states. âI know it sounds crazy, and trust me, I agree, but she explained how she could hear every conversation someone had with her or others in the room.â
âDamn,â Rossi whistles. âReid's going to have a field day with this.â Rossi tuts, hearing Hotch laugh lightly. âThatâs a lot to have on her mind, though, Aaron.â
âYeah,â Hotch mutters. âitâs going to be a process for all of us, but weâll work through it, as a family.â
Rossi smiles to himself, having seen Hotch at his lowest to his highest of highs with you by his side. âSend her our love, okay?â
âI will, thanks Dave.â Hotch hangs up after that and takes a moment to compose himself, knowing itâll all work out in the end, as you have each other, and thatâs all that matters.
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Fansign Event
Idol San x Fem Reader
Requested!
tw: a bit angsty and a very small hint of suggestiveness hahaha.
note: this took me awhile but I do hope you like this anon! Enjoy <3
-San, I know youâre busy but can you help me pick an outfit?- You were pacing in your living room as you waited for him to reply. Seconds later, a new message appeared on your screen.
-I like the first one. Are you wearing this for tomorrowâs fansign? Youâre coming right?-
You bit your bottom lip at his reply, hoping that he wonât be too mad at you. -Iâm sorry San, but I have plans with my friend tomorrow. I donât think I can go.-
It took him awhile to reply back and you couldnât help feeling restless. Tired of pacing around, you sat down on the carpeted floor and leaned against the sofa. Heâs definitely upset, you thought. Then, your phone chimed again. After reading his reply, you had come to a definite conclusion. Choi San was upset with you, really upset with you.
-Okay. Have fun-
The whole day your mind was filled with his last reply and how cold it felt. Every task you did, your mind would wander to what he was doing at the exact moment. You had your fair share of quarrels but they werenât serious. It was either about a missing hoodie or who forgot to wish goodnight before sleeping.
This was another level and itâs eating you up. You made some ramen but your appetite was gone, the hot bowl decorating the dining table as you stared hard at your phone. Hoping that it would chime again, whatever the content was. A tired sighed escape your lips as you started to eat the already warm ramen and succumbed in your own guilt.
âI should not have done that. Now I feel so miserable.â You mumbled followed by another long sigh. A sudden ding was heard and you carefully looked at the sender. -Did you both fight again?- You didnât know what reason to come up so you end up asking Hongjoong how San was doing at the moment.
-Heâs not talking to anyone and was in his room all day.- Before you could finish up a reply he sent another text. -Both of you better make up. Okay?- You replied with an âokayâ and put your phone back on the table. This wasnât supposed to turn out like this but it happened and you had to make things right before it gets worse.
The next day you woke up as usual even when you had trouble sleeping with thoughts of San being upset flooding your head. The effect he had on you was no joke and you realised how lucky you are. Choi San chose to be with you despite having thousands of fans who are trying to get his slightest attention.
You messed up your hair in frustration and went to get ready for the day. The outfit he chose yesterday was lying on the bed staring back at you. You shut your eyes, imagining his bright pink hair and smiling face. âI can do this!â You pumped both your fist mid-air, trying to be positive even when thereâs still doubt everything would work out fine.
After getting ready and eating breakfast, you checked your phone and the number of notifications were crazy. There were numerous updates from his fansites.
They were already at the venue and some photos of him were uploaded on social media. You scrolled through the comments and found yourself slowly frowning.
âIs he okay?â
âI guess heâs tired from all their recent schedule.â
âI hope they get a good rest after this event.â
Wow, it really felt like the world was against you right now. Shaking your head from all the negative thoughts, you went to wear your shoes before going out and claiming back your boyfriendâs heart.
To be honest, you were scared of meeting him in person at an official event with your current state. This was the first event youâve ever attended since the previous ones either clashed with your schedule or like today, were scared to come.
The venue was medium sized but totally packed with fans. You werenât good with crowds and the number of people attending made you nervous. It was obvious that your relationship was a secret, none of these people would know the cause of their favourite Choi San frowning was all thanks to your dumb self. So much for a surprise.
The event started with them greeting everyone and a bit of fan service here and there. You were watching at your seat, back of the hall with eyes fixated on one person. He was smiling but it never reached his eyes and laughter that sounded forced. He still interacted with the fans but you could tell he wasnât himself. Then, it was time for the signing event to start. The staff ushered everyone to the side of the hall and made sure the line moved at a smooth pace.
You watched each member take their place at the table and it was really your luck that day. San was seated at the very end, playing with the marker in hand and looking at nothing in particular. It was as if he was trying to find you among the many attendants but that was what you wanted to think.
It felt like forever till it was your turn to walk up the stage and when you did, your hands turned sweaty and cold. Hongjoong saw you and had a smirk on his face, itâs like heâs about to welcome you to hell. You crouched down and watched him sign on your album.
âWhat a surprise to see you here.â You smiled at him not daring to utter a single word. As you were about to take the album away, he held on it tighter. âI better see him smiling again, you get me?â âYes sir.â You pursed your lips and gave a flower to him.
âI know it's fake, just take it.â He shook his head and gave the album back to you. One down, six more to go before the real deal is right in front of you. At this point, you had a feeling all of them knew that something happened between the both of you. You wanted to wipe the smug looks on their faces so badly but came to your senses that it was an event. All of them got the fake flowers as well and the fact they shared knowing looks among themselves irked you. As if saying âlook at her trying to win her boyfriend back by giving us this.â
As you moved from Wooyoung to San, your head was hung so low that he didnât even notice it was you. Not until he asked for your name and you looked up that the look on his face was beyond shock. He leaned back a bit and narrowed his eyes at you. âSan, Iâm sorry about yesterday. Please donât be mad.â Your fingers curled at the edge of the table as you leaned your head on the table trying to get a closer look at his face.
He quietly signed your album and wrote something on a small sticky note. He shut your album and passed it back to you. âAre you not going to say anything to me? This was supposed to be a surprise but I messed up. Iâm sorry.â Your eyes locked with him and he shook his head. The fans would think he was acting cute or being playful when heâs actually upset. âFine then. This is for you.â You stood up and placed the crown on his head.
âHow come he gets a crown?!â Wooyoung said in disbelief as he pointed at Sanâs head. âHeâs the King of my heart, thatâs why.â San had to fight the urge to smile and instead pushed Wooyoung who pretended to barf at your confession. The fan in front of him even laughed at his actions. You gave one last look at him before going down to your seat. Somehow, you felt as if his eyes were following you.
Right after the event, you were still at the venue, scrolling through updates of the event. There was even a video of Wooyoung being dramatic about the crown you brought for San, and the comments seemed to be better than earlier.
Everyone was glad that he was smiling naturally and actually looked relaxed. You didnât feel like going back yet and decided to search for that sticky note San placed in your album.
- Iâm not going to hold back tonight -
Your eyes widen at the written words and swiftly shut the album back, looking around you just in case there were people nearby. With flushed cheeks, you placed the album back in your bag and started leaving the venue. Head filled with nothing but your boyfriend, Choi San.
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Iâm hella in my feels. Break my heart.
one too many.
a/n: prepare yourselves for this one. TW: includes mention of death, alcohol/heavy drinking and self-depricating thoughts. it is heavy. please read at your own discretion. my dmâs are open if anyone needs to talk!
italics = flashback.
read this first, if you havenât already.
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mat could feel the alcohol meeting his stomach. when did he become this way? he knew that he was not in a condition to be drinking as much as he was. he hadnât eaten in at least a day. somehow the simplest tasks have become the most difficult.
it didnât help that it was the offseason. all of his teammates were off on vacation. the jealousy quickly turned into resentment. he deleted all of his social media apps because he couldnât bear to see anyone else happy. he locked himself inside your once shared house, alone. what used to feel like home now felt unsafe. with every corner he turned, there was something that reminded him of you. lipstick on the counter, your shoes kicked off next to the couch, he left them all in the same spot, praying that this was all a dream and that you would come walking through the door again.
he couldnât get himself to come to terms with reality.
he drunkely stumbled to the couch, mindlessly turning on the tv and surfing through the channels. he landed on a random channel because his thoughts were overtaking him once again.
mat dreamed of being a dad. you both used to talk about starting a family of your own. would your kids have matâs hair and your eyes? which one of your personalities would they adopt? he wanted so badly to look through the glass at a game and see you standing on the other side with your baby. he wanted to raise a son and teach him all he knew about how to play. he wanted a little girl to put makeup on him and make him sing the songs of all of her favorite disney princesses.
now, he didnât want a family at all. you were going perfect mother. no one could ever compete with you. and now that youâre gone, he promised himself that no one would ever take your place. sure, he could have kids with someone else, but they would never be the kids he would have had with you. he didnât want it.
it was easier to put up a wall and block out the feelings. his grief of losing you was too much for him to handle. he would rather just push everything out, experiencing nothing rather than experiencing everything all at once. every time he thought of you, another part of him was taken away. he was a shell of who he once was.
things would have been different if he had went home to you. had he not gone out to the bar with his teammates after the game, you would have never been in the accident. there would have been no reason for you to go over to your friendâs house. now, instead of remembering the celebratory reason why he went out, his memory was plagued by the phone call he received as he got the worst news of his life.
mat could feel the alcohol meeting his stomach. who was he to turn down free alcohol? getting the game winning goal in game 7 made him feel like he was on top of the world. fans in the bar were covering matâs tab, and he was partying with all of his teammates. out of the corner of his eye, he saw his phone light up with your caller i.d. and his favorite picture of the two of you. he picked it up and started walking through the mass of people to find a quieter place as he answered the call.
âbabe, you wonât believe how many people are here! everyone is buying me drinks and-â
âhello?â
the manly voice was unrecognizable. mat stopped in his tracks.
âwho is this?â he questioned.
âthis is tom haltford, iâm a paramedic with the long island fire department. do you have a relationship with (y/n) barzal?â he asked.
he immediately sobered up. âsheâs my wife, what is going on?â his heart was beating out of his chest.
âsir, i regret to inform you that your wife was in an accident. she was in a head-on collision with an impaired driver. she is currently being transported to nassau university medical center. do you have a safe way of getting there? i can send a police officer to pick you up.â
mat could only muster one sentence.
âis she alive?â
silence.
âi am sending an officer to your location. i am so sorry.â
what brought him out of his trance was the feeling of tears hitting his hand. he had not realized that he was crying, but did nothing to stop the onset of emotions that were to come. he buried his head in his hands, taking in the weight of the fact that you would have still been here had he not decided to go out. his shoulders heaved, but he stayed silent. he sobbed for a half an hour straight.
silence was something mat was becoming all too familiar with. he could no longer listen to the radio because every song he heard remided him of you. he didnât dare go outside, because he couldnât stop the jealousy that arose when he saw a couple out together. the best he could do was stay at home. his interaction was limited. when he did eat, all he did was get it delivered. even then, his options were scarce because he didnât want to eat anything that felt significant to your relationship. he no longer ordered take out from your shared favorite thai restaurant down the street. he avoided anything that remided himself of you.
he would have teammates, family and friends text him every now and again to check in. he made it a point at your funeral to promise that he would reach out if he needed help. deep down, he knew from the beginning that those promises were as hollow as the newly-formed void in his heart.
maybe the irony of it all was that what killed you was the same thing he was using to self medicate. over time, one beer turned into to three, then six. he felt as if it was his only escape - alcohol only solidifed the numbness that he had been feeling. but tonight, he knew that he had gone overboard. there were freshly-chugged beer bottles on the table, and the only thing stopping him from taking some of your sleeping pills was his hope that you would come back for them. in addition to the beer, he was down a glass and a half of wine when his body finally began to reject the liquid. he tried to run to the bathroom, but the closest place he could make it was the kitchen sink. his stomach uncontrollably emptied itself, and he was left gasping in between his heaves. when he was done, he ran his hands under the sink and put water on his face. pulling the kitchen towel from the oven to wipe off his face, he looked up and his eyes were met with the picture on your counter from the wedding.
he was in immediate tears as he saw you walking down the aisle. your dress perfectly hugged your curves and your smile had been the biggest heâd ever seen. he felt a soft nudge from behind him.
âstay strong man, stay strong.â beau whispered, trying to help mat preserve any ounce that was left of his ego.
âbro, i canât.â he whispered back, tears running down his face. at that point, you began to cry, and then the whole room was crying.
you both struggled through the tears to read eachother your vows. you were so impressed with how heartfelt his were.
âyou helped me learn who i was outside of hockey, and i still fall in love with you every single day. ...and youâre a smokinâ 10, too. so thatâs a plus.â
the after party was absolutely insane. you danced and drank the night away with your closest family and friends. you were talking to your best friend when mat came stumbling over to you, hugged you and said âcan you believe weâre fucking MARRIED BABE?â
that was it. he couldnât give up on life anymore. who he was becoming was scaring him. he knew that this is not what you would want. with a shaking hand and a breaking heart, he haphazardly picked up his phone and dialed the first number he could think of. there was an answer halfway through the first ring.
âhey man, you all good?â
inbetween sobs, his words slurred together. âbeau, i need you.â
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July 1st, 1985
what the first ep of (my) s3 would look like if the main concept was: both Steve and Will are gay in 1985âs Summer of Love and the townâs enemy is a little more human; loving friendships, very confused adults, and Will Byers Actually Getting Help
âHarrington!â
âYes, sir.â Steve looked up from his desk. He dropped his crossword and looked to be at attention; the police stationâs phone wasnât ringing, though, so there wasnât really anything he should have been doing. Hopper stepped out of his office, angling himself toward the door rather than Steveâs desk island.
âDo you think youâll be able to-- Harrington, what are you doing?â Hopper caught sight of the pocket thesaurus sitting on his desk (the last name written on the inside cover not belonging to Steve, of course). Hopper fixed his sunglasses on the edge of his nose, looking over them and down at Steve.
âIâm just, uh, working on my vocabulary.â Steve said. Hopper blinked twice, waiting. Steve wasnât going to say the truth: he was dating-- well seeing someone-- way smarter than him. This wasnât for joy or boredom. He was studying to impress. âItâs college prep, sir.â
âThe crossword?â The chief evened his stare. âThis your old manâs suggestion?â Of all the things Steveâs father was telling him to do with himself, he  wished  some of it was simply pecking at a crossword over a twelve hour shift.  Fucking off  and  being a better piece of shit son  just wasnât feasible to accomplish in one summer.
âHe swears by it.â
âOkay, well. Uh, moving on from that,â Hopper grabbed his hat from the coat rack. The topic of Steveâs father always made Hopper stiffen up; it was definitely the main reason Hopper gave Steve his job at the station, but it still created more questions. Steve knew Hopper and his father went to high school together, but he never asked his father about those years-- beyond his baseball glory stories. âIâve got plans tonight and I need to head out early. Can you handle things on your own for a while. At least until the night shift comes in?â
âIâll be fine.â Steve made sure not to acknowledge the crossword on his desk as he nodded. He was really good at his job, he was. He was also just, unfortunately, still a pretty shitty boyfriend and needed all the vocab help he could get. âWhatâs the pressing story?â
âI have dinner.â Hopper was already trying to walk out the door. âSo  donât  call me. For the love of God.â
âOh, donât worry, Chief. I--â Steve was sure it was the cool July wind that slammed the door on the last half of his sentence. Not Hopper. âwonât... Have a good time, I guess.â
The police station was empty: it was another boring and wonderfully quiet Monday in Hawkins. Thereâd been some calls to break up disturbances at city hall in the past few days, but somehow everyone just seemed to agree that Mondays-- the longest shift of Steve's whole week-- was the day everyone went about their quietest day.
There were a few officers milling in and out of the back lounge and front door, casting a quick glance to Steve as he muttered and threatened fourteen down and six across. Nancy had been helping close the gaps of his post-high school education-- without knowing just what for-- but had been picking up most hours at the Post to try and elbow her way into their good graces; it put his tutoring on hold. So here he was, groaning at some clues about classical artists heâd never heard of.
There were other reasons Steve was sure the other officers thought he was odd-- things he was  sure  his father had passed along in spitting rants-- but Steve didnât mind. No one said anything to his face.
âHey Flo! Is, uh, is Steve here?â The question was asked with the answer already in mind.
Steve sat up in his chair, twisting around to see down the hall to the back entrance to the station. There werenât many parking spots to fill, but he knew a certain someone who preferred it to street parking.
âJonathan?â
âOh, I hear him. Thanks-- hey!â Jonathan hurried out from the hall, his camera bumping against his stomach and bag slapping against his leg in the same rhythm. Heâd gotten a new haircut recently: semi-wonky bangs and a closer cut in the back. All thanks to Steveâs peer pressure and Mrs. Byersâs kitchen shears.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âSorry to stop by your work like this--â he lowered his voice as he stopped at the corner of Steveâs desk. âI know we said we wouldnât do that, but we got an extra muffin in the lunch order and I know youâre always starving after a Monday shift so.â Jonathan produced a folded brown paper bag from his satchel. âHere.â
âOh, thanks.â Steve wanted to say so much more, but had to settle. No more. None of what theyâd decided they wouldnât say. Not until the summer had ended. They wanted to see if they lasted longer than the convenience of loose summer schedules.
âWonât I see you, uh, later, though?â At eight, when Steve got sent home he always drove straight to Jonathanâs. Jonathan started late on Tuesdays and Steve had off; they had the time to waste. âOr is this your way of telling me to stay home?â
âNo! No weâre still... hanging out.â Jonathan had gotten really good at cooking and treated Steve to weekly dinner. It was a nice gesture at first, but Steve started growing fond of the company. They both did around mid-June. âBut, I think Mikeâs going to be over so. Be  cool , alright? Keep it cool.â
âCool, got it.â Steve leaned back in his chair. He moved his papers to leave a corner of his desk for Jonathan to sit on. No one was in the main office; it was a harmless invitation.
âI have to get going...â It sounded like an excuse, a dive for safety. âAnd Iâm sure you have, um,  puzzles  to do?â Jonathan pretended not to be endeared. He tried, he really did. He  failed , but Steve pretended he didnât notice.
âDonât want to sit and help me figure out the title of Mozartâs last opera?â He patted the desk, daring to be more direct.
âI really have to go.â Jonathan was genuine, looking at his watch. âThe Post only let me out early today because I have to go pick up Will from his doctorâs appointment.â
âWait.â Steve put the cap back on his pen. âIsnât Willâs therapy on Wednesday?â
âYeah, but with Momâs schedule and the store being all weird-- we had to move it to today. And you know we typically have a family night after-- so he feels okay, you know-- but we  canât  . So,  thatâs why Mikeâs coming over. Hopefully theyâll be idiots and tire Will out and heâll sleep okay.â Tension rose in Jonathanâs voice quickly, explaining his day as if going over a laundry list; never rehearsing it but having it memorized.
âI can stay home if you need time, Jonathan.â
âNo, really. I want you to come over.â Jonathan sighed and placed his hand on the emptied spot on Steveâs desk. âBesides, you canât break tradition after a little over  one month , then it was just a weird habit.â
Steve Harrington did not consider his summer fling a w  eird habit . If anything, it was the most sensical thing heâd done in a very long time. Even after getting rejected from all his colleges, and never hearing the end of his fatherâs lectures, 1985 had been very kind to him. And that was mostly due to Jonathanâs inherent nature to be the same.
âIâll see you after eight.â Steve smiled and reached for his hand-- but averted to grab a piece of memo paper by the phone.
âIâm sorry to leave in a rush.â Jonathan hitched his bag up, checking his watch again. âI just, I really need to get going.â
âDonât worry. The muffin is  more  than enough.â Steve said. âAnd seeing you wasnât too bad either.â
âSlow day, huh?â Jonathan said. The corner of his mouth quirked with a flattered, embarrassed smile. Steve tried to act nonchalant, like he wasnât so goddamn relieved to see a familiar and happy face. Especially  his  familiar and happy face. âWell, good thing I have another surprise for you.â
âYou can barely fit your camera in that bag, what could you possibly-- hey!â Steve missed grabbing Jonathanâs arm as he walked away, heading for the front door. âWhere are you going?â Jonathan kept walking, checking his watch the whole way. âHello?â
âDelivered right on time.â Jonathan pushed the front door open to the station-- but was nearly knocked over as a green  dash  barreled through it.
"Steve! Steve! Steve!â The dash was suddenly grabbing him by the shoulders. âYou got the job!â
âHenderson! Oh my god! Youâre back!â In an unlikely impulse, Steve grabbed Dustin in a hug, taking advantage of the change of height. âHoly shit, I nearly forgot! First of the month!â
âSee you, Steve.â Jonathan walked across the room to the back entrance again. His hand braced the back of Steveâs chair, brushing across his shoulders.
âO-Okay! Yeah, see you!â Steve sputtered, losing his reminded  cool  in an instant. âBye.â
Dustin pulled away slowly. âWhat was that?â It looked like  everyone  was too smart for Steve.
âNothing. He brought me a surprise lunch-- which was an  obvious decoy to the main event! You! How are you, buddy? How was camp?â
âOh, it was fantastic. Steve, I  have  to show you all my inventions! Camp was the  best  four weeks  of  my  life .â Dustin hopped up onto the corner of his desk. His heels tapped against the empty metal drawers. He was jittery, nearly uncontainable, but still so composed-- if only to be focused all on Steve.
Steve held his hands out, letting him start. âLay it on me, Henderson! I want to hear everything. I missed you like crazy.â
âWell, first, obviously. I have to tell you about my girlfriend--â
âWhoa! Whoa!  Girlfriend  ? That fast?â Steve hadnât been expecting any of his dating advice to work. It had been coming from such a poor and confused part of himself, Steve figured it was destined to fail. Apparently, it was just  Steve  that was-- when flirting with women at least. âDamn, thereâs something in you after all!â
âSheâs  super  smart, Steve. Iâve never met any girl like her. Sheâs a genius and sheâs so pretty. God, I miss her already-- and I  just  saw her.â
Steve looked over his shoulder. He knew the feeling. âThatâs great, man. I mean, Iâm super happy for you. Like, thatâs  crazy . Thatâs freaking awesome.â
âSo what about you? How are the ladies? I mean, you work for the  Chief  now. All the ladies you could need and more, am I right?â
Steve used to be really good at this part of the lie, but with Dustin it felt cheap. He didnât need to lie to him, but that was the deal; no matter how much that person was Steveâs best and most beloved friend, their secret was a dead-bolt, vaulted secret.
âEh, not too great. Only girl my own age I see-- besides Nancy, really-- is the night-shift girl, Robin. But sheâs not really-- weâre just friends. Sheâs alright. Leaves me weird drawings in the memo pad.â
âOoo, she sounds cool.â Dustin raised his eyebrows. âDo you know her from school?â
âYeah, we didnât really run in the same crowds but-- itâs not like that, man. Itâs really not.â Steve started unwrapping his lunch. âItâs so not like that with Robin.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIt means Iâm not...  looking  at the moment.â
Steve had originally decided to not go looking for trouble. After he and Nancy split in the beginning of his senior year, he didnât start looking for an immediate replacement. The illusion of thinking he was in love with Nancy-- capable of being in love with Nancy-- was a hard thing to have come crumbling down. Steve needed time to get his own bearings, to put his feet firmly on the ground, and have them lifted off when his father grabbed him by the lapels and--
Steve hadnât gone looking for trouble. Hadnât gone looking for love either. But somehow, both seemed to find him.
Jonathan was late. He usually wasnât but Will was trying not to be worried. It was a different day than usual and he knew how awful Jonathanâs boss and co-workers were. Will tried not to be worried-- he wasn't. It was just that he had spent an hour talking about the night his father left their family; standing outside the doctorâs office was a bit nerve-wracking. It felt too familiar, even with all the talking and note-scribbling.
Finally, Jonathanâs car pulled into the lot. He was speeding, as much as his car  could  speed: he knew he was late, which made Will feel a little bit better. No one had forgotten him. It was just traffic or his bosses or maybe just hitting all the red lights. As Jonathan stopped in front of the curb and waved Will in, Will could see he was jittery-- he was  upset  that he was late. Will felt bad for counting the minutes.
Not that he did it out of impatience or anything. Will just formed the habit after getting his new watch. It matched Mikeâs. Completely on accident, of course.
âHey, buddy! Sorry Iâm late. I was-- I had to run an errand really fast. How long were you waiting.â He moved his bag and threw it onto the backseat. Will wouldâve held it on his lap.
âI wasnât keeping track.â Will said, climbing into the passenger seat. Will wanted to ask if his bag had Jonathanâs camera in it. If everything was okay. He didnât. It seemed like Jonathan had been in his therapy with Will, just as shaken up. âItâs okay. Thanks for getting me.â
Jonathan waited until Will put on his seat belt. âOf course. Weâre always here to pick you up. Therapy is important; you have to go.â
Will laughed before he could stop himself. âYou sound like Mom.â Â Why?
âBecause sheâs right.â Therapy was still kind of weird to Will-- since  no one else  in his grade had to do it-- but he humored his family. It was helping, if he had to admit it. But it was still embarrassing sometimes.
His therapist, Dr. Bright-- Â Rose Marie, as she insisted on being called-- was a send-out from the Lab, but disguised within a private practice just outside of town. She was able to listen to Will talk about what he saw and felt during his time with the Mind Flayer without trying to commit him. Almost nothing was off limits. Almost nothing.
Will checked his watch again.
âAre you excited to see Mike tonight?â The question was pointed, but Will wasnât sure why it made him nervous. âI mean, I feel like I havenât seen him in a bit.â
âOh, yeah. Heâs always with El.â
Will was sure they  werenât  dating. El was just on a year-long stint of self-discovery and, besides Max, Mike was the person she trusted the most to help make as many helpful mistakes as possible. He bought her books to read and new music to try. It was really sweet, seeing Mike take such big strides toward helping their friend. But there was also a part of Will that felt dejected:  his  sort of help had to be prescribed and couldnât be replaced with a warm laugh from one Mike Wheeler.
Will was sick while his friends were growing.
âIs there something wrong?â Jonathan used to ask the question like Will was one trembling lip away from crying-- but this time, he asked it like Will had his hand on the door, seconds from jumping out. âWill, are you okay?â
âYeah.â Will nodded. âIâm fine. Just-- I talked a lot today and Iâm tired.â
âDo you want to cancel with Mike--â
âNo.â Will had been looking forward to having time with Mike--  just  Mike-- for a whole week. He wanted to sit on his floor with his best friend and be a kid again. Just for the night-- maybe draw some of Mikeâs old campaigns or sketch out an idea for his own. He just wanted to remember something good about the past four years. After his hour with Dr. Bright, it all felt painful. Like his childhood naivety had been broken and every conversation he overheard in his house dripped with venom and disdain.
Will didnât like picturing his house that way. It was a place that loved and raised him, a place he felt safe. He didnât like thinking the conversations he heard being screamed through the walls were trapped in the drywall.
His arms felt heavy and his chest felt like it was made of metal-- he kept tasting it in his mouth. Will leaned back against the seat and reached for the radio. Jonathan turned it down before Will had even changed the station.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah, I just want to see Mike.â Will said, his mouth too honest and his mind shrouded in guilt. âI just want to see my friend.â
âOkay. Okay.â Jonathan nodded somewhat somberly. âI understand. Letâs go pick him up. Heâs at his house right? Not Elâs-- o-or The Sinclairâs or anything?â
âNo. Heâs at his.â Will crossed his arms and tried to find the loose string-- the thing that could uncoil Jonathanâs still-tightening anxiety. âAre you still dating Nancy?â
Jonathan turned to look at Will, nearly crashing the car. That was the wrong string. âWhat?â
âNancy? Are you still dating her?â
âI was never dating Nancy.â Jonathan laughed, shaking his head. âIâm not dating Mikeâs sister, donât worry.â The clarification was strange and felt off-topic. Like Jonathan was trying to talk about something else.
âI thought you were. You guys hung out a lot during school.â Will heard her voice through the walls too. Always gentle, never yelling. Except when she was losing at playing cards. Then she shouted.
âShe was helping me pass chemistry. Thatâs all.â Jonathan turned the radio up a little. Will checked his watch. âAnd then she helped me apply to the Post internship-- sheâs great at writing papers, did you know that? A real wordsmith. Is Mike a writer too?â
He was, he  really  was. Grammatically, Will ran out of red pens trying to help, but creatively? Will envied Mikeâs ability. âI donât know. We donât really talk about that kind of stuff like you two do⌠Since you two are dating.â
âWeâre  not .â Jonathan laughed. Will took advantage of an upcoming stop sign to lean forward and look at his brotherâs crimson face. âWeâre not, Will, okay? Weâre really not. Iâd tell you.â
âYouâd tell me?â
âOf course! Iâd tell you if I⌠I had a girlfriend. Which I donât!â He stayed at the stop sign for a bit too long. âDo you?â
There was an option to play dumb, to make Jonathan ask more directly: Â do you have a girlfriend, Will ? but it sounded far more painful than being honest, than being as lonely as he was.
âNo. I donât.â
âAnd youâd tell me. If you were dating someone?â Jonathan looked at Will, hopeful but scarcely so. âYouâll tell me if anything big happens in your life?â
âYeah.â There wouldnât be anything happening at all that summer, that was for  damn sure . âAbsolutely.â
Steve had about seventy percent of his puzzle done-- fifty of which was because Dustin was an unstoppable genius with no tolerance for Steveâs careful pace. It was just about quarter past seven, and Steveâs back was getting sore from sitting in his chair all day. He only liked sitting when it was in his car, on his way to the Byers's House, careful, of course, to obey all traffic laws.
Steve was packing his crosswords and pens up in the top drawer of his desk when something clattered the back door open. Steve grabbed a pen and whipped around in his seat, as if to wield it like a weapon.
âHello? Whoâs there?â
âHey dingus.â Luckily, Steve couldnât even see Robin yet-- or rather, she couldnât see him or his emphasized eye roll. She could hear him groan though. âHey, shut up and quit whining. Iâm sending you home early.â
Her head popped out from the hallway. Robinâs ponytail was high on her head, the hair flopping over and getting caught in her stringy bangs. She flung her backpack out from behind her and tossed it toward Steve. She wasnât in her uniform yet, only wearing the buttoned up shirt-- unbuttoned and showing her torn and dyed shirt underneath. She was wearing jogging shorts, her knees torn up and covered with Band-Aids. They reminded Steve of the ones taped to his face after getting a plate smashed into his forehead. Deceivingly cheerful.
âWhat are you doing here early?â Steve stood and followed her, holding her backpack awkwardly in his hands. âYouâre  never  early.â Eight on the dot. Every time.
âI figure you want to get out of here tonight.â She didnât even stop to look at Steve as they walked into the back room. âProbably want to see your boyfriend.â
Her words werenât sharp, but Steve still recoiled. He let his arms, and her bag, hang by his sides.
âWho? Jonathan?â The only way Jonathan and Robin had ever met was in the hallways of Hawkins High. She definitely never saw them interact at the station-- or on any of their nights together: they were always indoors. âHeâs  not my boyfriend.â
âFirst off, I didn't even say a name." Shit. "Second, he came in the other day looking for you.â Robin started buttoning her shirt up, fixing the collar as she finally turned to see Steve. âHe was really upset-- didnât even know what time it was to know you werenât working.â
âUpset?â Technically, it wasnât Steveâs problem. It was the deal; they didnât  have  to care about each otherâs lives. It was just summer. It was just like any other summer.
âYeah. Crying, sniffling, snot-- the whole nine, man.â Robin sounded extremely sympathetic despite beginning to change her pants. Steve whipped around, covering his face. âYou should go see him. Make sure heâs okay. Be a good boyfriend... shithead.â
âHeâs  not--â
âSteve, Iâm the last person you should be arguing with.â Robin laughed-- and it was only momentarily threatening. Until, of course, Steve realized what she meant.
Like all good secrets kept at Hawkins PD, Steve kept his mouth shut and nodded even if she wasnât looking.
âYes, sir--ma'am-- Robin.â
âSo, are you going to go or what, dingus?â She tapped him on the shoulder. âGet out of here-- and tell me all about it Wednesday.â
Steve blinked at her, holding out her bag. As if it was enough thanks to give her back her own property. âAre we⌠friends, or something?â
âNo, of course not.â She winked, slapping his arm. âJust looking out for one of my own.â
After picking Mike up from his house, they drove home in uncharacteristic chatter. Jonathan was the only one speaking, humming along to the radio. Will was exhausted beyond performative small talk; the type that had to be done between two best friends when a third party was present. Mike was great at just sitting with Will in silence, but Jonathan didnât know that. Instead, the three of them passed around quiet jokes and laughter, answering questions about their friends for Jonathanâs upkeep of information.
Once they got in the house, Jonathan let them wander off into Willâs room as he started pulling pots out of the kitchen cabinets. He wouldnât bother or pester them about any summer work, either. They would be left alone in their own coupled silence.
Mike was sitting cross-legged on Willâs floor, twisting one of Will's crayons between his fingers. Will needed new ones but he felt funny asking for them as a near-freshman in high school. He liked the glide of wax on paper compared to the scrape of colored pencils. Well, that and the fact he ruined half of his crayons the year prior making a full map of Hawkins in a fugue state and only had two crayons able to be used normally.
âYou had doctor stuff today, right?â
Will was digging under his bed for his emptier sketch book. âYeah. Therapy.  Doctor  doctor stuff was two weeks ago.â
âHow was it?â Mike let his hand still and rest in his lap. âLike, what do you do in therapy? Just start talking?â
âYeah, but itâs more than that. You have to think about stuff too. Doctors ask you questions, sometimes.â Will pulled back and drug his old drawing supplies along the carpet. He sat back on his heels and was able to see Mike over the top of the bed. He didnât know Will was looking. âYou have to have answers.â
âWhat do they ask about?â Mike kept looking at his hands, unaware of Will. âUpside down stuff?â
âSometimes.â Will shuffled back around to Mike's side of the bed. He could feel the tiniest bit of rug burn starting. âShe asked me about my dad today.â
Mike looked up, almost immediately. âCan she do that?â
âWhy canât she?â Will popped the lid on the retired Tupperware, now his art bin. âI talked about it.â
âI thought you didnât like to.â Will had never said those words which meant Mike had gathered it from just observing him. âDid you⌠like talking about it?â
âNot really.â Will laughed. He found a few extra crayons, but of all the wrong colors. âShe had this big speech afterward about learned helplessness that I⌠really didnât like.â Will tried to keep laughing.
Mike put the crayon back in the bin. âAre you okay, Will?â
âYeah. Itâs just⌠the same old stuff.â Will shrugged. âSometimes it just bothers me more than other days.â
Mike bit the inside of his cheek, picking at his words carefully. âYou never talk about your dad, Will.â
âWhy would I?â
âBecause it bothers you. You can talk about anything you want-- I⌠I would listen.â
âYou donât have to listen to it just because it happened to me, you know. My therapist says you donât have to experience things with me for them to be real.â
âBut I want to know.â Mike looked insulted, almost crushed and collapsed as he sat back on his hands. âThatâs your dad,â he said. âAnd youâre my friend.â
They sat in silence for a while. Mike went back to studying a new crayon, picking at the wrapper. Will felt something forming in his throat. A bubble that was hot, thick and sticky. Not vomit, but not impending tears either.
âI donât get why he left.â Will said. âI donât know what happened to our family.â
âNothing happened. Maybe he just⌠wasnât good at being your dad anymore.â
âBut then why? What did I do?â Will didnât want to ask Mike, make him feel responsible for answering, but Will was desperate to ask the universe again.
âNothing.â Mike said. âI just think heâŚâ
âHe what? My dad got tired of me? Didnât want to raise me?â
âMaybe he actually learned how to take a hint and knew he wasnât good enough for you and Jonathan-- or your mom.â Mike wanted to be hopeful, to be positive, so badly. He ached, his smile tight and weak. He didn't have the answers, and who was Will to put him in the position to come up with them.
âSo he gave up.â Will said.
âThatâs not what I meant--â
âI know. I know⌠Thatâs just how it feels.â Will shrugged. He smiled at Mike, accepting his help and his warmth. It hurt knowing that Mike was wrong, but still. Will could always pretend a little longer. Anything for Mike.
âHey! You monsters hungry?â Steve clapped his hands together before gently tapping the door. âJonathanâs got dinner on the table.â
The door was open. Steve didnât have to knock. He wanted to, just to prove he wasnât  too  comfortable, but he also knew Mike was over. And knocking would announce his entrance rather than letting it just be something that just  was  . Rather than being  cool .
Awkwardly and with a lot of weird, throat-clearing fanfare, Steve opened the Byersâs front door and poked his head inside. Jonathan called him in from the kitchen without even needing to say hello, or being surprised by his walking in: Â In here, Steve! Dinnerâs almost done .
Steve walked through the living room carefully, as if heâd disturb it. There was a tape playing softly-- some band Steveâs never heard of, but didnât hate. Heâd grown to like the way that every song played in the Byers house was always moody and melancholy. The music was always the opposite of how he felt stepping into the kitchen.
Jonathan was at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious. He had what looked to be tomato sauce stains on the front of his shirt-- where he wrapped his hand up to open the sauce jar. Steve was able to hide his smile as he shouldered off his uniform jacket and toed off his shoes, claiming a chair at the kitchen table.
âHow was work?â Jonathan didnât stop stirring. He moved like the stove was turned all the way up and he was afraid of burning the food. He spoke that way too.
âIt was fine. Not a whole lot.â Steve didnât want to have anything seem bigger than whatever upset Jonathan-- and seemed to still be upsetting him now. âHow was your day?â
âFine. Will and Mike are in the other room.â He was checking things off his list. Steve stepped up to Jonathan and stood even with him at the stove. He was making one-pot pasta. It really did smell fantastic. Steve was so hungry, even after his lunch.
âHow was⌠the other things in your day? Develop any good pictures?â Steve covered how stupid he sounded by placing his hand on Jonathanâs lower back.
Jonathan stopped stirring and looked at him. Steve tried to keep cool, tried not to show his motives-- his attempt to calm something he couldnât believe heâd missed spinning out of control, even if he didnât know what it was. âNancy walked into the dark room today-- sheâs actually the one who gave me the muffin-- and she exposed the photos to light too early. So no, actually.â
Steve really was a bad boyfriend. Even when he wasnât one yet-- or at all.
âOkay⌠how was. Everything else?â
âYou donât have to ask about my day, Steve. Itâs okay.â Jonathan sighed and spoke evenly. âIâm just a little tired. Really. We donât have to do the whole⌠ thing .â
The whole thing where Steve was explicit about how much he really cared about Jonathan and admitted he was sincerely and terrifyingly in love with Jonathan.
âI was asking because I was curious. Not out of obligation.â Steve clarified. His hand slid to rest on Jonathanâs hip. He moved closer, lips aiming to place a commitment-less kiss on his cheek.
âSteve! I said to keep it  cool .â Jonathan ducked back, placing a hand on Steveâs chest. âI donât want Will to see us.â
âYour brother?â Steve was surprised; of all people Jonathan explicitly wanted to hide from Will seemed kind and forgiving-- not that there was anything  to  forgive, but it was something Steve often checked for. Steve was sure that one of Dustinâs friends would be⌠like Steve. Or like Jonathan-- maybe. All of them seemed prepared to deal with any of their friends suddenly being different. Far more prepared than Steve ever was.
âYes. My brother.â Jonathan snapped, banging the spoon against the edge of the pot. âI donât want him to learn Iâm not dating Nancy but  instead  seeing her ex-boyfriend in the same day.â he whispered.
âWait, what? He thinks youâre with Nancy?â Steve wasnât sure where they went wrong. They were trying to  obscure  the truth, not lead everyone to a different reality. âD-Do you think Mike does too?â
âI donât know! I didnât want to ask and seem weird.â Jonathan sighed again. He sounded tense again. âI told Will Iâd tell him if I was seeing anyone⌠And he promised me the same.â
Steve knew not to press the obvious question-- well  are  you seeing someone, Jonathan?  -- but also didnât want to touch the obvious implication that Will  needed  to share a secret with Jonathan. Instead, he placed his hands into his pockets and turned to lean against the counter.
âDinner smells really good, Byers.â There was another name that began with âBâ that Steve wasnât allowed to use, but always wanted to. Byers Byers Byers. Baby baby baby. âThank you, again, for cooking for me-- for us.â
âYou think Iâm going to let you starve?â His stirring slowed; the stove cooled down. He nudged Steveâs arm with the spoon. âYou coming home late and trying to cook? You mean half-drinking a beer and falling asleep face down on your bed in your uniform, half unbuttoned.â
âYou picture that often, Byers?â Steve lifted an eyebrow. âHm?â
âDonât flatter yourself.â Jonathanâs lips quirked into a smile again. âBut, if youâd like a beer, I think thereâs one in the fridge. No one in the house is going to touch it.â
âI can go ask Will if he wants it.â
âShut up-- do you want it or not?â
âNo.â Steve didnât like drinking when they were together. Heâd never really heard the full story about where Mr. Byers went, but he had a father of his own to make those blank spaces fill pretty fast. âBut thanks. Donât want the habit of needing a beer to forget how boring my job is.â
âI thought you liked your job?â Jonathan took a piece of pasta out of the pot and held it out for Steve to test.
He chewed and answered. âI do! Itâs nice to have normal hours-- and Iâm happy to help have replacements as Flo gets ready to retire but⌠I donât know. Sometimes it feels  boring .â
âWould you rather be chasing down a four-legged monster without a face?â Jonathan let out a bubble of genuine laughter, playfully glaring at Steve.
âFrankly, yes! At least weâd all have something to do. I feel like I donât see everyone anymore.â
âThen throw a party. Donât wish for anything bad to happen.â Jonathan said firmly. âLet the record show my brother is a very strange magnet for all this⌠weird shit.â
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry.â Steve said solemnly. He put his hand on Jonathanâs forearm. âI wish we were all safely doing something exciting. It felt nice to be needed, even if no one knew it was us.â
Jonathan put the spoon down on the counter and pivoted to be looking only at Steve. There was something resting just on the tip of his tongue, just under the surface of their conversation. It wouldâve been a digression-- Steve could tell by Jonathanâs tense and furrowed brow-- but he wouldâve listened.
âJonathan?â Steve squeezed his arm, lifting his eyebrows. âWhat is it?â
âI--â He clenched his jaw, trying to swallow his words. âI think--â Steve knew there was no end to Jonathanâs sentence; merely starting it meant there was trust between them. A careful admission through omission. Steve knew Jonathan was looking at his shoes and wouldnât be seen as he took in the secret flinches of Jonathanâs face. The crinkle by his left eye, the twitch of his mouth, double blinking--
They both jumped apart as the phone started ringing, practically shaking on the wall. Jonathan stepped away from Steve and left everything unsaid. Again.
Jonathan tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder as he turned to lean against the wall.
âHello? This is--â His face changed sharply, his eyebrows furrowing. âI told you to stop bothering us. Youâre lucky sheâs not here to pick up the phone-- I donât  care !â Jonathan cleared his throat and looked at Steve in a flash of uncertainty and anxiety. âI have the police here right now and if you donât stop calling me I will send them to your house-- itâs not a threat if youâre the one bothering us. Stop. Calling.â He slammed the phone down and braced his weight against the wall with his other hand.
âAm I considered âthe policeâ now?â Steve said lightly. It was his way of letting Jonathan know he was listening, but not asking direct questions. âIâm not even allowed to have a badge.â
âIt counts.â Jonathan said, letting his arms fall down by his sides. Steve stepped over and kept stirring dinner.
âWho was that?â
âNo one. Can you go get the boys in the other room? Dinnerâs ready.â Jonathan pushed Steve aside to hunch over the stove again.
âSure.â Steve nodded, knowing he wasnât seen. âHey! You monsters hungry? Jonathanâs got dinner on the table.â
Dinner felt weird.
Will couldnât help but feel like he and Mike had gotten into a fight. Talking about his dad made anything feel sticky, feel like it was violent or volatile. A second from snapping or tearing off, bouncing around the walls and echoing in Will's body. A small conversation between friends-- actually a little  understanding  between  best  friends-- felt like it had been a screaming match, all because it was cut off. There was no apology from Will. He didn't have the chance to tie it all up with an  Iâm sorry, Iâm really sorry, forget I said anything.
His plea sat heavy on his tongue as he talked to Steve-- who had arrived without notice-- and let Mike make him laugh so hard he nearly shot water out his nose. Will let it all happen under the tremor, the ache, of an apology. And maybe, if he was the best brother and friend he shouldâve been, no problems or therapy, it would be enough of an apology.
He wasn't hungry and only ate half his serving of pasta, even though it was usually his favorite of Jonathan's recipes. He did apologize for that though, and it felt right to say aloud. Even if it was misdirected and no one heard it.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm so so sorry. Please come back--
Mike wasnât tired, Will knew, but he still wanted to go to bed right after their horror movie ended. It was clear Mike hadn't been paying attention to the movie; the entire plot was that dreams were a new horror-scape for monsters to get teenagers. It wasn't too scary to Will; it just felt familiar. The villain looked different, more human, but Will knew what it felt like to dream while wide awake. To watch and be unable to do anything but scratch at the surface--
Convincing Will to get ready for bed, Mike said theyâd have all day in the morning. He said that maybe he could convince his mom to let him stay over again if they donât get all their fun in. Will knew Mike's mom probably would, if only because she felt bad for Will. But he would take the pity. A sleepover wasn't the worst thing to get from pity.
Will could still hear Mike fidgeting in his sleeping bag. He was rubbing his feet together like a cricket and twisting his wristwatch. The plastic scratched the sheer material of his sleeping bag rhythmically: back and forth. back and forth. backandforthbackandforth. It was like Mike was counting the ticks of his silent digital watch. Will began to play with his own watch, keeping it on in bed only because he'd noticed Mike hadn't removed it when they were brushing their teeth that night; apparently the watch was too good to part with.
Time though, was something Will wished he could separate himself from. He could hear the seconds scraping by now. Every moment he kept his friend awake and bored because Will was too weak or (rather and) too  everything  to stay up late again.
Therapy hadnât even been that bad. Not really. Maybe it could be exhausting but it didnât count because Will sat in the same spot for an hour. It wasnât real work. It shouldnât have counted. Will shouldâve been able to hang out with his friend until sunrise, getting in trouble with his mom for being up so late. He shouldâve still been a stupid, carefree kid, not a by-gone troubled teenager.
Maybe his dad had seen that from the beginning. Will's dad was always gambling, betting on baseball games he had these incredible "feelings" on. Sometimes he was wrong, but when he was right it was an amazing prediction; having the foresight no one else had. And maybe that was what it was, leaving them when he did. Maybe he saw Will wouldnât be the second son he wanted after all. Maybe he knew of all the damage that would be done to him, the damage he would cause. Probably saw it from miles-- years-- away. And he left without a single warning to any of it.
What if his father had known? Could've known where he was when he came back into town two years ago? Not gone forever just in the lights. Just out of reach, just through the wall, Dad. What if he had known, been able to see, able to know, but wanted to leave Will Down there being possessed and enveloped and consumed and--
Will felt a chill scurry down his back. The feeling almost had legs. Too many. He felt ice cold, his body going blank-- not numb, but  blank -- for a second. He couldnât feel his fingers, but could still feel every inch of his body, suddenly pulsing and seizing.
"Will?" Mike asked, sitting up. He gripped the end of the bed and pulled his face closer to Will's. He squinted in the darkness, feeling for Willâs hand. Will couldnât answer, his jaw tense and breath rattling out of him. "Will, whatâs wrong?"
After a (thankfully) non-awkward dinner, Steve and Jonathan washed all the dishes and let the boys watch whatever movie they wanted. Steve didnât pay attention to what tape he put in the VRC. He was too busy thinking about the hands hidden in the warm soapy water in the kitchen sink. Neither Mike nor Will seemed too bothered by the  disgusting  amount of blood or the scary blade man on the TV. He felt no regret letting them go to bed right after the credits rolled. Jonathan had looked exhausted after putting the last dish away, and dozed off during the climax of the movie-- even slept through the high-pitched screaming.
They waited for the sound of Willâs door closing over before they got into bed.
Jonathan flopped onto his back, a pillow resting between his chest and crossed arms. Steve laid on his side, bracing his weight on his elbow. He poked at Jonathan's furrowed eyebrow lightly.
"What's the problem, Byers?"
"Nothing."
"You are not a really great liar, you do know that right?" That and Steve could still hear Robin's blasĂŠ recounting of Jonathan's distress. Â Yeah. Crying, sniffling, snot-- the whole nine, man.
Jonathan sighed and turned to look at Steve. He hated being called out. "It's about Will."
"What's wrong with Will? He seemed alright at dinner."
"Yeah, but," Another sigh. "Steve, I think my brotherâs gay."
Steve's first response was swallowed and he nodded. "Okay. Okay. And, um, what's the issue with that?" He adjusted himself on the bed, hoping there was more subtlety in that.
"I can't talk to him about it. I mean," Jonathan smiled and reached to touch his face. "This is a very different thing than being fourteen and confused."
"Who says he's confused?"
"I don't mean with himself-- the rest of the world is so confusing, Steve. You see the news... I can't talk to him. I didn't grow up like that. And being with you is... Different. We dated girls before. Will... I don't know. I think he knows already."
"You think he's got feelings for--"
"Oh absolutely." Jonathan nodded, closing his eyes. "Oh, I'm so glad it's not just me who sees it."
"Hopefully Wheeler does too."
"Hey, keep your voice down, he's only a few rooms over ."
"Sorry. Sorry. Me and my big mouth " Steve rested his head on Jonathan's shoulder. "Shut me up, maybe."
"Not until my mom gets back." Jonathan said, rolling up onto his side too. "If I catch her when she comes in the door, she won't come into my room to say good night. I can't have you distracting me until then."
"Your mom is on a date. She's an adult and so are you." Steve kissed Jonathan's shoulder. "You are a working man who just finished a long day at work-- I think you can cuddle up with your boyf--" Steve choked on his own stupidity, feeling his face go red and charisma die on impact. "With me."
"I will. Once my mom is back." Jonathan kissed Steve, as if a parting promise. Only to backtrack on his words immediately. He tucked Steveâs hair back behind his ear, his hands trying not to hold his face. âNo-- Â no . Steve, not until my mom gets back.â
âI can keep an ear out--â As Steve spoke, the power in his bedside lamp dimmed. The power hummed quietly before flickering back up. Jonathan tensed and pushed himself up in bed.
âDid you see that?â
âYeah, it was just the light, Byers. Itâs windy out tonight, maybe a tree brushed a powerline.â Steve pushed Jonathan back down to his pillow-- and back into his own skin again. âItâs  nothing  . What if I turn out the light? Your mom wonât even  see  us in here.â
âNo. No, I have to wait for her.â
âWhat if she doesnât come back?â
âWhat!â Jonathan jerked upright again.
âI  meant  what if sheâs at Hopperâs or something?â Steve shrugged. âSheâs an adult.â
âSteve, thatâs my  mom .â Jonathan hissed, swatting at the hand resting on his shoulder.
âI  meant  because she drove there on her own. If she had some wine, maybe she stayed somewhere and is being a smart, responsible parent.â Steve soothed. âSomething you donât have to be right now. Youâre not Willâs parent and you arenât your own. Lay down, will you?â
Jonathan was reluctant, but let Steve ease him back down again. He pulled the pillow tighter to his chest and sighed, his crossed arms sinking deeper. Steve laid down beside him, nose gently touching the end of his shoulder. As he breathed, his short exhales tickled Jonathanâs skin and got him giggling. It was Steveâs secret trick; something that always worked because Jonathan didnât know it was a pattern-- didnât know he was ticklish.
âSorry I was weird today.â Jonathan said suddenly. He wasnât even grinning.
âWhat?â They didnât apologize. There was no need. âYouâre worried about stuff-- itâs okay.â
âNo, I like our dinners. And I was so uptight. I donât know. Iâm sorry.â
âOkay.â Steve didnât know what to do with the sentiment. âApology accepted?â
Jonathan sighed again, blowing it out slowly between his pressed lips. âLonnie called today.â
âL- your  dad ? Is that who was on the phone?â Steve wasnât sure what came over him-- or his body-- as he placed an arm over Jonathanâs waist and pulled them together. There was something unspokenly intimate talking about abusive fathers while being nearly sutured together in bed, but Steve pretended he was just having problems hearing Jonathan correctly.
âYeah.â Jonathan turned, his nose brushing Steveâs. âSaid he wants custody of Will. He doesnât trust Mom, he said.â
âHow is he-- He canât do that.â
âHeâs going to try. I don't know where it came from. He still thinks he can win a case because the news says Will just  disappeared into the woods . Like he ran away from us or something.â
âEveryone knows thatâs not true.â
âA court might not.â Jonathan sighed, ducking his head down. Steve resisted lifting his chin to hook it over Jonathanâs head, nestling him into his neck. He laid still, listening to his breathing and the gentle creaking of the house--
Jonathan's door was thrown open, both men sitting up quickly, ready to defend themselves and their actions. It was Mike, in his pajamas with his hair sticking out in wild curls. Will stood just behind him in the hallway looking far more awake. Stilted and untousled.
"Mike?"
"Jonathan, quick!"
"What is it?" Jonathan swung his legs around and motioned both boys to come in. "Will?" Mike pushed him into the center of the door frame, although he remained in the hallway, in the light. Willâs hand grabbed at the back of his neck. His face was blank and his eyes were distant.
"Something's wrong." Will said slowly, blinking to focus. "I feel him."
"Feel who?" Jonathan kneeled in front of Will, holding his shoulders. "Feel who, Will?"
"Dad."
#stonathan#jonathan byers x steve harrington#byeler#will byers x mike wheeler#byler#finally reposting in a way that isn't a random post with a link alksdja#prompts#my fics
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Traumatic
Tommy Shelby x Sister Shelby reader
Summary: Sister Shelby and the Shelby have a traumatic experience one night.
A/N: This is part 1 since iâm getting the hang of writing again, people who have requested they are drafted and are waiting to be posted :) i want to see the response before i post.
Everyone was tucked away in their beds at Waterly Lane after an eventful night at the Garrison. Due to the whole Shelby family being drunk they decided it was best to stay there and not travel until the morning. They had been celebrating a friendâs wedding and it had all gotten a little too out of hand once John announced that drinks were on the house.
It was nearing 3am when Y/N Shelby, the youngest Shelby sister at the age of 14 felt as though her conciounes was telling her to wake up, however she ignored it thinking it was the buzz from Arthur allowing her to take occasional sips from his whiskey at the Garrison.
The breeze from her open window had become stronger than she had felt when she first had opened it. Sighting she decided it was best to go close it before she regretted it and woke up to a freezing cold room iâm the morning.
She froze as soon as she heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor in the very same room she was in. Who was in this room with her? Was she just hearing things?
Peering around slowly she saw the eyes of a man she did not know looking straight back at her. He smiled and put his finger up to his lips in attempt to tell her to be quiet. Y/N was not stupid.
âTOMMY!â She yelled knowing his room was right beside hers as the kidnapper dragged her from her bed and she landed with a strong thud or the floor.
âLEAVE ME ALONE! HELP!â She cried, praying her family werenât too out of it from the alcohol they had consumed just hours before.
âShut upâ the attacker hist at her as they tried to pick her kicking form off the floor.
Tommy woke up with a jolt from a nightmare of the war, he dreamt of his youngest sister screaming out to him from no mans land, he ran a hand over his face as he realised it was just a dream and that his sister would be sleeping.
âTOMMY!â He felt his heart sink into his stomach when he realised her screams for him had been real.
Sprinting out of bed he started yelling at his brothers to wake up. âY/N?â he called as he heard commotion in her bedroom?. He tried to open the door and had no luck, he knew there was no lock so whoever was in that room had thought strategacly about this whole thing.
John and Arthur came barrelling out their rooms at the same time in shock at what was even happening.
âSOMETHING IS UP AGAINST THE DOORâ He shouted at his oldest sibling as he tried to use his shoulder to knock whatever it was over.
The attacker quickly grabbed her as he saw the chair was beginning to fall down, making his way to the window he knew he would never be able to get down with her in his arms without the Shelbys grabbing them back in.
âWhat on earth is happening!â Aunt Polly shouted at her nephews for making such a ruckus.
âSomeoneâs in that room with Y/Nâ John rushed out shakily as he tried to think of what to do.
All Shelbys weâre now up from their slumber and now aware of the stranger they had in their house. They would not lose her, they could not let his man take her away from them.
âYou have to catch her?!â the man shouted at his accomplice who was standing at the bottom of her window with the car ready to go.
âI-i canât, what if i drop her?â he man bellow panicked.
Arthur and Tommy both slambed their shoulders into the door whilst John ran downstairs to see if there was anymore outside. The screaming of their sister motivated them to ram through the door faster. That was the only thing they could focus on.
âWhoever is in there iâm gonna fooking kill yaâ Arthur yelled.
Bursting through the door they saw a man throwing her out his arms and trying to scurry away however Arthur was fast enough and dragged him back in with his hair and threw him to the ground.
Tommy looked out the window to see John wrestling a 2nd man down on the ground however he also saw the car speed around the corner and out of their street. His heart fell even further as he knew they had succeeded in what they had come here to do. They had taken the youngest Shelby to probably use against them.
Y/N cried out in fear as the man driving the car also held a gun to her head. âStay where you are and i wonât need to use this thing !â
âTheyâve fucking took her!â Tommy grabbed his hair and he paced around. âFUCK!â he kicked the chair that was now broken and lying on the floor.
Arthur had dragged the man out of the room and all the way into the betting shop so they could properly interrogate him. John stormed in with a panicked look on his face a he has just killed the man who dared to try take her . All Shelbys were now up and ready to find their darling girl.
âIâve called the blinders, everyone is out lookingâ Polly hurried out as she walked into the room.
âShe asked to stay in my room when we got backâ Finn tried to hold back his tears. âI should have let her! she would have been safe!â he cried out.
Tommy was by the phone making calls to other people to notify them about what had happened. They hoped your kidnapper would hurry up and inform them what they needed to do to get her back. Tommy knew whatever they wanted he would give to them in a heartbeat, just to have her back in his arms is all he wanted. Y/N Shelby was still the innocent one in the family, she was the light of their lifeâs. They all needed her to survive.
âItâs alright Finnâ Polly brought him into a hug as the tears from her eyes were also threatening to fall. âItâs alrightâ.
Hours had passed but there was no news as to where and who had taken you.
Would they back unharmed? Thatâs all the hoped of.
Meanwhile the youngest Shelby had been dragged out of the car and into a building she did not recognise one bit. She heard a laugh that made shivers go down her spine as she knew she recognised it.
âYou got her!â The voice cheered out, âGood ladâ.
The figure came closer and she felt her heart drop into her feet.
âHello girlâ The man came up to them, âSorry to take you at such a time in the morning, we just needed you here quicker then we thoughtâ the man chucked.
She knew he was an awful man but she did not know he could go this low. She knew from her brothers, sister and her aunt of how horrible this man was.
In front of her very own eyes was the man who had planned to ruin the Shelbys life once again.
This man was Sir. Arthur Shelby. Their own dad.
#peaky blinders x sister!reader#peaky blinders x reader#tommy shelby x reader#arthur shelby x reader#finn shelby x reader#john shelby x reader#polly gray x reader#ada thorne x reader
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