#‘She'd laughed and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night he would have.’

[fangirlwithasweettooth]

Me? Going absolutely insane over every single Kanej moment in both the books and the series? It’s more likely than you think

[radio-writes]

Hi, will u do a human alastor x side mistress reader, so basically he has a wife, but he doesn't really love her, so when he's on the air he has sex with his side mistress in the radio tower. His side mistress knows he's a serial killer, by the way. You don't have to do this if u don't want to. I love ur fics.

By the Gold Ring on His Hand

Synopsis: He loved you and only you. You were his to cherish, to adore, to worship. Sweet words he whispered softy, promisingly, into your ear. Sweet words he also whispered softly to his wife.

Warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of murder, heavy manipulation, cheating

Tags: human!alastor, alastor x reader, gn!reader, reader is the other wo/man

MDNI

You've always revered Alastor.

You were entranced by the way his smile never broke. The way he seemed to take control of any situation he was put in. The he always managed to just charm the socks off of anyone he's ever met.

You loved the way he made little corny jokes. You loved the way he danced—barely drunk from the bottles of rye he downed.

And oh, did you love the way he spoke.

You could listen to him all day on the radio, just absolutely smitten and melting where you stood. 

The one thing you didn't love about Alastor—the one thing you despised, really—was his wife.

That naive little thing. So meek, so quiet. You always hated the way she would cling onto his arm at parties. Loathed the way she'd shyly smile at everyone, including you.

There was just no way that delicate stupid girl could satisfy someone like Alastor.

Alastor needed, deserved, a real partner. One that had enough of a spine not to be stepped on, at the very least.

Your fingers twitched, aching to touch him more; to caress his thighs that perfectly framed your head. You wanted to feel him beneath you, reassure your heart that he was here with you.

You groaned as your longing was denied. You felt Alastor press his shoes harder against your hands, pinning your palms to the floor. The fingers in your hair tightened their grip, guiding you more strictly down his cock.

It was enough to cheer you up a little. Although your touch was declined, the little vibrations your sounds made clearly still had an effect on him. You felt a little proud knowing something as small as you moaning around him pleasured the hefty cock in your mouth.

The reality was far more bitter, though. Not that Alastor would ever let you know that.

Truth be told his grip was a warning. He had explicitly told you to be quiet, to keep your hands to yourself. But you seemed to be so adamant on testing his patience today, as you were refusing to do both.

Alastor's smile strained just a tad bit more in annoyance as he spoke into the microphone. "Hate to finish up the broadcast with some sour news, but someone's gotta keep you lovely folks up to date!"

You continued to bob your head between his legs, hidden from the rest of crew by the control panel. You made sure to drag the flat of your tongue over the under side of Alastor's dick each every time you lowered your mouth to his crotch. If your ministrations did anything for him, you couldn't really tell.

His voice was perfect, not a tone out of place as he continued his broadcast. You've never seen a man so well put together while having someone's mouth serve them so reverently.

"Seems the coppers found a couple more for the good old wooden kimonos last night. Grizzly sight it was—so I heard. Hate to be the ones to dig those poor souls out."

Even though he was the one to put them there in the first place, you suppressed a laugh. Not that you were complaining, though. It was part of how you and Alastor finally got together, after all.

Alastor finished up his broadcast, and you continued your slow little prayer on your knees. He waved his staff away when they tried to approach, simply sending them off with a friendly jest that he'd meet them at the bar after he cleaned up his work station.

It was only when the lock clicked behind his crew did Alastor finally acknowledge you. His lovely smile was intact, but you could tell his mood was a little soured by the way his brown eyes narrowed at you from behind his glasses.

The hand gripping your hair pulled you off his cock, a pathetic whine escaping your lips as he did so.

Alastor tried to ignore the—rather off putting—sight of a thin string of fluids connecting your mouth to the head of his dick. He bent down closer to you, keeping his gaze locked on yours.

"My dear, I thought I told you to be quiet while I worked." His voice was as sweet as ever.

You chuckled lightly, you wanted to move your hands to cup his cheek, bring him even closer to you. Perhaps even for a kiss to lift his seemingly bad mood.

The moment Alastor so much as felt your fingers twitch, he stepped harder on your hands again, keeping them pinned to the floor and away from him.

You opted to shrug your shoulders sheepishly instead. "I may have gotten carried away," You responded coyly "You just taste so good."

Alastor did his best not to cringe, choosing to tighten his smile. Ah, you were in one of your moods again, he thought.

"Then why don't you go ahead and have your fill of me now." His hand left the back of your head, resting instead on the sides of his chair as he leaned back. The gold band on his ring finger momentarily caught the light and drew your attention to it.

Your chest tightened just the slightest bit. You absolutely hated the reminder that Alastor wasn't fully yours. That he'd still go home to his stupid wife at the end of the day.

But not for long, at least that's what Alastor had promised you. And not right now. 

You ran your tongue along the thick vein of his cock, from the bottom, up its shaft, and smiled at the sight of his hips bucking up to your touch.

"In your mouth now again, darling." It didn't sound like a request, but you obeyed faithfully anyway. You were rewarded with a soft sigh as you welcomed him back in your warm mouth.

You'd bet your job that his sweet little wife never pleased him like this. Skittish thing like that would probably run at the thought of putting her lips on a hard dick.

Well, her loss is your gain.

You were so far gone in your own head that you hadn't even noticed Alastor wasn't looking at you.

No, instead his head craned towards the ceiling of his studio, eyes closed and tired.

He was trying to focus on the physical sensations you brought him, not that he had much of an interest in it in the first place, but he tried hard to concentrate. All he had to do was finish, and he could finally leave. Leave you here with some sweet promises, and not have to deal with your disgustingly loving gaze on him until maybe his next shift on Monday.

Not that spending time with his wife at home felt any more appealing.

He pushed the thoughts away, willing his mind to stay on you instead. He thought he can finish, at least he could feel the bottom of his gut tightening just a tiny fair bit.

He focused on the way your tongue felt as it swirled around him. How your lips stretched so softly to fit his shaft. How you practically drooled over his cock. How you—

You were noisier now that you knew you were alone, and it wasn't doing Alastor any favors. A rather loud moan cutting through his mind and it almost made the coil in his gut loosen completely, his shoulders tensing instead.

No, no this just wouldn't do. He had much more interesting plans tonight than to sit there and buy your silence with his cock.

His hand reached out once more, much less gentle than it was before. With less grace and care, Alastor's hand rested on the back of your neck, before harshly pushing you down as he bucked his hips up.

Your eyes were wide, a surge of panic filled you at the suddenness of the sensation. His dick hit the back of your throat and you tried to pull back immediately.

Alastor's other hand came up to the back of your head to push you back down. Your nose pressed firmly to his skin as his cock pushed past your throat. 

Your arms strained as you tried to use your hands to push him away, but Alastor merely stepped on your fingers harsher to get you to stay.

"Ah, fuck, darling. Stay like that. Oh that's lovely." You thought you heard him say.

He was finally looking down at you. The way you heaved as you choked on him. The way your body spasmed to get away. The way panic filled your pretty tearful eyes. 

Your throat tightening around him as you tried desperately to breathe felt miles better than whatever you were trying to do before, and it was exactly what he needed.

"Finally," He breathed out softly, almost in a moan, feeling the coil in his gut finally snap. He pressed you down, just the tiniest bit more and you felt his warm seed flow down your willing throat.

"There we go, dear." Alastor's harsh grip in your hair loosened, slowly petting through your locks. The hand on your neck remained, locking you in and rendering you unable to pull free.

Your eyes flickered up to him, part of you ready to beg for mercy, but one sight of his dazed smile made you pliant. Your body relaxed into his touch, simply letting him ride his high out with your bruised throat. 

He must have just gotten carried away, that's all. Simply something new he never got to do with his stupid wife. 

You felt his softening dick slowly pull out of you, his shaft dragging across your tongue and you finally pulled free with a choked gasp of air.

A gentle hand tipped your face back to meet Alastor's before you could be too dramatic. He pressed a gentle, chaste, kiss to the corner of your lips to calm you.

"You'll have to forgive me, my dear. Your body just makes me feel far too good—just couldn't hold back." The charm practically oozed from his smooth tongue.

Your gaze softened immediately. Your hands, now free from beneath his feet, made their way to his cheeks but he easily pulled back.

Really, what on earth made you think he'd let you touch him with filthy hands. Had you forgotten he'd been stepping on them this entire time? Kind of rude, if you'd ask him.

Not that any of those thoughts showed when Alastor simply, gently, helped you up to your feet by your elbow.

"Always so good to me, my dear. How I got so lucky to have a divine thing like you service me, I'd never know." He stood up with you, part of him did enjoy it whenever he got to look down on you in a more literal sense.

He pressed his body against yours, arms on the control panel behind you as he caged you in. His lips barely grazed your ears as he continued his sweet, sweet, praises. "Why couldn't you have shown up sooner, dear? I would have had it all." 

You placed your hand on his chest, failing to notice the way he flinched at the touch. "You still could, you know? All you have to do is leave that naive little thing and I could give you this every night." Your voice was low, seductive, alluring.

Alastor held back an annoyed groan. This again. His eyes rolled, not that you could see it with his head nuzzling against your shoulder.

"We both know I treat you so much better." You continued, hand trailing up to scratch at the hair at the bottom of his neck. "And I'd never hold you back from that little hobby of yours either." 

He chuckled at that, you could feel his lips at the base of your neck. "My dear, we've been through this." His kisses were soft, gentle, barely touching you, just like how he preferred it. "You don't have to feel so threatened by her, it's you that I want."

"Then why don't you—"

A gasp passed your lips.

"Leave her?" Alastor continued your sentence when you couldn't. His warm tongue licked over the reddened skin he bit. "I will, my dear, I will. Things are just a bit complicated at the moment."

More complicated than you knew, really.

He couldn't leave his wife because her dad was a big boss of his station. His ass would be out on the streets in minutes if he ever hurt that shy doll.

But he couldn't just kill you either. Not when your dad was the town sheriff.

He was lucky you were so obsessed with him that fucking you once in a while was enough to keep your pretty little mouth shut.

Honestly, just fuck the day you caught him slicing that man's flesh. That scum was hardly worth all the trouble he now has to go through.

"But I'm working on it." Alastor promised as he finally pulled away from you.

You gazed up into his warm, honest eyes. You adored the way he towered over you, really. It's like you fit together so perfectly—like puzzle pieces, was it? Was that how that cheesy line went.

"And then we can be together?" Your palms move to cup his face, and Alastor caught them on instinct before they could.

But you didn't notice, not when he corrected his actions so smoothly by pressing his lips to your knuckles instead—he tried his best to ignore how filthy they are, just to hide his mistake. "Of course, darling. In fact, I think I can work things out by tonight." 

Your father was going to be alone at the station.

Your eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, my dear. Soon all of this hiding and sneaking around will be a thing of the past." He said, almost with the same amount of excitement as you.

He couldn't wait to toss your body in a ditch next to your old man's corpse.

"But I musn't be late"

He'll miss his chance to slit your father's throat if he lingered any longer.

"Soon you wouldn't have to be jealous of my wife, dear."

After all, the dead don't envy do they?

Alastor willed himself to humor you one last time, pressing his lips to yours before he bid you a good night.

He couldn't have rushed out that door any faster.

Who would have known trying to keep his cover would have eaten up so much of his time? He barely had any left to do the very act he was even trying to cover for.

Honestly, how troublesome.

But no matter, no matter.

He glanced back at the station. He could vaguely see your lovestruck figure through the window. He watched amusedly as you pathetically held your fingers to your lips, absolutely lost on cloud nine.

It won't be long until he was rid of you, and that fact was enough to lift his sour mood.

[queerbookshelf]

"She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have."

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

[katy71561]

“She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have.”

- Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: I got in the mood to write Part 3 pretty much straight away, needing to sort this entitled son of a bitch out and see what's up. Hope you're all enjoying it so far, I know I am! I'm enjoying writing Joe in a whole different way, it's refreshing to say the least 🥵 Thanks for reading, please reblog if you enjoy it or leave a comment if you wish to kept up to date with future parts! 🥰

Summary: You’d set your sights on him and he on you. It all started with a visit to a newly talked about bar which kept you coming more regularly, in the end not just for a drink but yet the inevitability of a creeping flame set alight by a stare which kept dragging you back. After all, lust shouts and love whispers and in the end, only the heart knows the difference.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: All the angst. All the smut. All the fluff. Word Count: 3.6k

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Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4

It didn't matter that a week had past since that god awful day you had felt played by someone you didn't even know. But god knows after an encounter like that and thinking about him for days solid it's still bound to hurt your feelings. You'd told one of your friends about the whole ordeal, the one you originally went to the bar during the fateful evening of regular traditions, she was first of all gobsmacked that you'd even slept with someone so quickly, but then brought on to full on fuming levels when you'd told him about the woman looking shady as she pretty much fell through the door and you're also sure to Joe's feet as you did.

She'd come up with a solution, not one you particularly wanted to hear, when she'd heard you'd blocked his number and went through the whole rigmarole of never wanting to cross paths with him again, she did what most friends would say. Confront him.

That wasn't an option to you in the slightest, though she'd mentioned a night out to let your hair down and you quite enjoyed the sound of it. She'd convinced you quickly that this was the best option to forget about him for at least one night, also mentioning that you're not to give him all doubt because it could've in fact not been his next booty call, it could well have been an employee, a friend, family. Worst case scenario, his girlfriend... You knew next to nothing about Joe, it could've been that he wasn't single, which would make you the victim of helping a cheat; you didn't want to believe it but it was definitely something that remained in the back of your mind.

The weekend came all to fast and here it was, time to get ready.

"But what if I get too drunk and want to face him, then what do I do? Oh yeah great fuck but you forgot one little detail, the blonde bitch which arrived shortly after!" You sat by your vanity mirror, sipping on the wine bottle, not in the mood to even grab a glass.

"Then he has to tell you the truth and then you'll know. What if you jumped to conclusions?" Your friend tilted her head to the side, offering you a sympathetic smile. She was in mad attempt to try and get you to that bar whether you liked it or not.

"Then I'm going to look like the dick. But I hardly know him, there's just something about him that makes me want him." You sighed deeply, fighting the urge to cancel your plans.

"Maybe it was the sex." She shot a wink at you and you threw the nearest thing you could find at her, the first time you'd laughed properly in a hot minute.

"There's more to him than that, he just needs to stop putting on this bad boy act, there's a soft part I saw briefly of him, I know he keeps his guard up that way..."

"Either that or he's just the dick like you're insinuating." You downed a few gulps more of wine, feeling the alcohol rushing to your head and adding a slight flush appearing on your features already matching blush blended into your cheekbones.

You seriously couldn't make your mind up even more now, had you made a mistake yourself in assuming the worst or was he really just another attractive fuck boy who knew his way around women, you guessed there was only one way to find out. All guns blazing or not, you'd get the truth out of him tonight, ending with an apology from either Joe or you.

It was Saturday night, London was booming, the weekend had well and truly begun for the working week citizens, people dressed up to the nines, friends laughing around you, drunk stumblers who were being kicked out of various bars from either starting fights or having way too much. You loved to people watch, it was one of your favourite past times. You sat outside one of the local bars to you sharing cocktails with your friend, breathing in every ounce of oxygen that you could before the moment was to inevitably arrive.

The bar was only a street or two away from here, Joe was getting to close for comfort for you once more and he didn't even know it. You'd had dream after dream about him, whether it be sexual or not, he'd still be the first thought on your mind when you woke up and then the last thought when you went to bed; you'd still got him blocked in your contacts and you'd stare endlessly for a while at your phone, contemplating whether to unblock him or not. But after a couple of days later, you'd already enlightened your friend on the situation and this is where you've ended up.

You necked a couple of shots, sharing a few hearty conversations with strangers who were sat by a nearby bench, two guys who decided to join you for one last drink before you moved on. You hit it off with one of them straight away, he even bought you and your friend a round of drinks, insisting that it was on him for such natural beauty. Flattering of course, which it tends to work with you quite easily, if it weren't for Joe being inhabited in your brain then you'd of swiftly swooned for him without a hitch.

He flirted with you almost as well as Joe did. This is what you were hating so much, how can one person have such a hold on you over the course of just a few days of meeting him? All of which have been brief encounters, you could even class going to the bar and getting fucked over as one. Your friend shot you a look, a raised eyebrow on her devious face as she beckoned you to the toilets, letting the guys know you'd be back in a minute. She pulled you through the busy bar, taking you through the ladies door and halting you against the wall.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" You asked, blinking rather hard so you didn't see two of her anymore.

"We take them to Joe's bar, we find Joe, you stay oblivious, then flirt with this guy in front of him, maybe even a cheeky kiss or two, grind Joe's gears, get his blood boiling and then let's find out his real reaction under his bad boy get up and maybe that'll get you a step further to the truth." She stuck out her hand for a high five and you shot her down by tapping at her wrist.

"I can't just use this random guy like that..."

"To hell you can and you will. It's genius! Think about it. He doesn't have to know a thing." She threw her hand up again, grabbing a hold of your own wrist and pulling it up to high five her back, an almighty slap in it's wake.

"Are you with me girl?" She grinned at you maliciously with true intent that this was set in stone and was going to happen immediately.

"I'm with you. One more shot?"

"You got it." You linked arms, leaving the bathroom and headed over to the bar to get another round of shots for you and the guys who still sat outside in the cool summer air, heartily laughing at something the other just said.

"Tequila?" Your friend shouted as she announced herself out of the door, they swerved their heads to look at her in enthusiastic cheers.

You clinked your glasses together and necked the shot down, getting up to leave and head to what felt the forbidden space of Joe's bar. The last time you'd been in there you were fully naked, bent over between the space in which you usually sat, Joe behind you making you feel on cloud nine, it was going to be a blessing or a curse to be back in that building; you were hoping for the second choice.

The music from the juke box blasted through as soon as you walked through the doors, the whole place packed. Word of mouth really worked its magic when this was a fairly new business compared to the regular bars people usually attended. The lights were dim and every one was in high spirits. The guy grabbed at your hand pulling you through the groups of people dancing and shouting over to one another, you pulled your friends hand in turn and she held onto the other guy. You managed to get through to the bar, throwing your arms up on it, scouting for Joe from side to side, no sign.

The guy whose name you'd not even learnt at this point glided around you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

"So what're we drinking?" He practically yelled over the top of the sound system, vibrating and probably wrecking your ear drum.

"Surprise me!" You giggled.

You continued to bob your head to the music whilst he ordered, shaking your body from side to side all to rhythmically. Your friend elbowed you in the side. Once. Then again. Then again. Catching your attention, you shot a look at her, giving her a smirk followed by a dead eye. She moved her head to the side as a signal and you glanced over quickly, not making too much hasty eye contact just in case. Joe stood talking to one of his staff members, directing them to the other end of the bar to serve the group of people who had been waiting a while. In an instant, you felt as if the ground could have swallowed you whole, you didn't know whether to run or to keep going, your friend held onto your pinkie finger, giving you a surge of encouragement to continue as she could see you were clearly ready to have a nervous break down at any given moment.

Just as you looked away, Joe caught sight of you. His eyes wide and making a bee line straight for your face. He watched as the guy talked on with you, you clinked glasses and downed your drinks together, laughing and smiling at him just like the way you did when you were with him. Your friend bit her cheek, watching Joe like a hawk through her field of vision.

"Let's go dance!" You announced, pulling the guy out into the dance floor, intertwining your hands together you moved to the music, swaying your hips and being spun around until you were dizzy. He pulled you closer, his hands moving down the small of your back and to the brief curve of where your ass started. You pushed away and began jumping around like a crazed lunatic. Your friend made a subtle point over at Joe who was still finding the time to watch you intensely, you managed to avoid looking right over his way but enjoyed the show you were putting on for him. Ready and waiting to see if he was to make a move toward you or not.

"Can I tell you something?" The guy uttered, moving from your cheek to brushing his lips through your ear.

You nodded intermittently.

"You're beautiful." He moved back to your cheek, planting a peck straight onto it, making you sigh sweetly. Your vision coming back into focus when he moved back to the centre of you.

"Thank you." You put your hand over your eyes in an attempt to pretend you were shy, but he grabbed a hold of them, putting them around his neck and bringing you closer, his face inches away from yours.

"Would you prefer another drink or maybe a cheeky kiss?" You lifted yourself up to push your mouth onto his, kissing him rapidly, no messing around, tongue straight into his mouth as you made out in the middle of the dance floor. Your friends cheered on to the both of you as they continued to dance. As short lived as it was, your plan worked. Joe moved up in a flash to come up behind you, biting down onto his lip, he looked as though he was seething. Patting onto your shoulder, you broke the kiss, turning around to come face to face with you could only describe as your demons.

"Can I steal her for a minute?" Joe looked up to the guy who was feeling pretty forlorn that your moment together had been interrupted.

The guy put his hands up, wandering whether it was someone you knew, nodding over at Joe, you looked over to your friend who gave you a half hearted sign in her eyes of good fucking luck.

You followed Joe into the back room of the bar, out of one door and in through another as he pulled you into what you could only assume was his office, he locked the door behind him.

"So what the fuck is going on?" Joe raised his voice, there was no music to be heard in the room, so why was he shouting?

"I could ask you the same fucking thing." All guns blazing it was. If he wanted to play this game, then you would too.

"So you come into MY bar? Drink MY stock? And then proceed to fucking snog a guy in front of ME. After ignoring me for a week? I'm pretty sure you blocked my number because my calls or texts weren't connecting. What is your deal, are you some sort of psychopath?"

"I did exactly that. Maybe even intended to fool around with him on YOUR dance floor." You folded your arms, leaning against his desk. Joe however was on the opposite side of the room, looking like he was about to go out and challenge this guy to an old fashioned duel.

"What have I done?" Joe snarled.

"You tell me. Fuck me and then move onto the next? Is that who you really are?" Joe scoffed a grunt at you, brushing his hands through his curls.

"What the fuck are you talking about Y/N? I literally saw nobody but my-"

"Yeah, her." You tapped your fingers against the side of the desk now, shooting a full on death stare his way.

"Fucking hell You're on about someone who I wouldn't touch with a ten foot bargepole. She's a friend of mine, she owed me some money that I borrowed her, she was coming to pay me back."

"Pay you back by sucking your cock maybe?" Joe moved forward to you, you pushed back so far that you almost flipped yourself over the desk.

"Give it up. You did this shit to make me jealous?"

"So what if I did?" You looked to the ground now, you were eating your words and you could tell.

"I told you I didn't just want you for sex and I meant it." Joe shot over to you, gripping at your arms and picking you up to sit you on the desk.

"Who the fuck are you to use me like this?"

"I've not used you for anything! I don't even know you Y/N! Nor you me!"

"Let me know you then!" Your sarcastic response ended in Joe crashing his lips sharply onto yours, gripping at your hair and tugging it back, the type of open mouth sloppy kiss you only see in pornographic films. His tongue fought with yours, tasting the alcohol which stained the insides of your mouth, gasping for air you pushed Joe back with brute force making him stumble back.

"You can't just do that and expect it all to be okay Joe."

"You want me, you really fucking want me?" Joe's pupils had dilated angrily, desire fully taking over him.

"I thought I- Yes. I do. So what?" You were being stubborn now, you ultimately had to make the choice of believing what he was saying and let him prove himself worthy, or to just make him let you leave. He was right, you didn't know one another at all, so what had you got to lose?

"Then I'm going to fuck this stupid anger out of you and we're going to continue what we started." You leapt off of the desk, grasping at Joe's shirt and moving him around to sit behind the desk on the chair.

"Watch what happens when you do." You rolled your eyes much to his dismay, the smirk reappeared and you quickly felt a spark of temptation. You fell to your knees as Joe took the hint and unbuckled his belt, pulling his trousers and underwear down, springing his cock free. You immediately licked from his sack straight up to the tip, wrapping your lips around it and taking inch by inch, right down as far as you could go until you choked. Your eyes immediately began to seep out tears, his hand came over your head, urging you to go deeper, moans flying out of him, bouncing off the echoing walls of the square shaped office.

"F-fuck, y-you trying to teach me a l-lesson here?" Joe stuttered, pulling your hair up into an updo so he could manoeuvre you into a steadier pace, you tried your hardest to push down more, but he'd keep bringing you back up, breathless and in full demand you took a hold of his balls, squeezing them tight, massaging them one by one, your tongue circling around where it could reach.

"I don't think so." Joe yanked you up, making you let go of the way you were almost latching down. Getting up from the chair, he lifted up your dress, ripping your underwear from the side, tearing it straight off of you and launching it to the side of the desk.

"You don't get to do that." Joe picked you up, slamming you against the nearest wall, your legs and arms automatically hugged him to keep you steady, his cock plunging straight inside your cunt, no time to get you ready, no time to adjust, he supported you against the wall, bouncing you along, tapping your cervix and making you cry out.

"See this is what happens when you're not a good fucking girl. You get fucking rammed by this cock." Joe bit down on your neck, his tongue moving over the marks he was making along it, teeth gliding in the softest of parts, your head falling back to let him.

"I fucking hate you." You muttered under your breath.

"The feelings mutual darling." Joe thrusted his hips up, hitting a spot inside of you which had you cumming on the spot. Your orgasm so violently angry that your whole body spasmed and you gasped out his name in a cursive prayer.

Joe claimed you as his own, leaking his seed inside of you, pushing it deeper and burying it in a safe place; a place only you could feel. A loud groan erupted from his throat, his face falling into the crook of your neck as he left one brief little kiss on it. As lustful as that was, you couldn't find it in your own heart to follow your words of hate, you liked him. You really did.

Joe put you down to the ground, steadying you before your legs attempted to give way on their own. Joe offered you a box of tissues to rid of any leakage that came out, he sat down onto his chair once more, rubbing his hands over his face, lungs still heavy.

"Come here." He patted onto his lap. You moved over, indistinctly worried about his next move, seeing as the last time didn't end so smoothly. You sat down where his hand signalled, crossing your legs over him to feel the slightest bit more comfortable.

"I asked you once Joe, I'll ask you again. Am I just a fuck to you? Is that all I'll ever be?"

"Who knows what you'll be to me. But I mean it when I say, you are not just a fuck." His hands moved to the air like quotations on the last word, making you nod slowly to his response.

"So what happens now?"

"Well, I suggest you start by unblocking my number. Maybe I could find it in my heart to spoil you over dinner? Talk things through, maybe actually get to know the pretty girl herself." That made you smile, you were a sucker for him, even more so for the soft boy he hid so well.

"Then what?" You whispered, looking at him with sweet eyes.

"Then I take you back to my place, we could watch a movie, then I could think about eating your sweet little pussy all night long." His smirk returned and your eye roll made it's comeback.

"Ever the optimist." You shook your head.

"So do I get to at least take you out?" Joe wrapped his arm around you, his finger stroking the small of your back.

"I can make time for you." You smiled and so did he, not the type of smile he usually does, there was a longing sort of twinkle in this one, one that made you almost light headed.

"That's all I ask." Joe brushed your hair out of your face, leaning up to put his opposite hand to your jaw, pulling you in for a daringly gratifying peck on the lips.

Maybe this could be something yet.

[jungle-angel]

You know the story about a college student, who got very drunk, designed an entire plane in one night? Can you do that with platonic Top Gun?

-（。＾▽＾）anon

OH MY GOD BABES!!!!!!! This is totally perfect, I honestly didn't know this story until now but thank you so much for this idea!!! (lol).

Friday  nights were the best kind of nights on base, but even still, you and the rest of the squad wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep.

That is, until Hangman and Coyote got the bright idea to haul out the liquor.

"Alright shitheads!" Hangman announced proudly. "Weekend de-stressing commences NOW!"

God it was a mess. After a few hours, you guys had all plowed through most of the stuff, but once Coyote and Fanboy had hauled out some of the family brews, you knew you'd be in for a rough ride in the morning.

"Mickey! This is pure cane sugar alcohol!" you gagged when you had gotten a taste.

Mickey downed a shot like it was water. "Family secret mi bebé," Mickey replied with a shit-eating grin.

It was a whirlwind of shots, empty bottles, weird Spotify playlists and even weirder dancing as you and the gang partied like rockstars, completely oblivious as to what you and the others would wake up to in the morning.......



10:30 am

Saturday Morning

You let out a long, strained groan as your eyes fluttered open the very next morning. Through your blurred vision you could see everyone piled along the floor of the house, red solo cups everywhere, empty bottles littering the table.

Everybody's gonna be hurting when they get up.......

You headed to the kitchen and hauled out a ream of Gatorade, making it available to anybody who would need or want it along with several mugs of steaming black coffee. Eggs, bacon, sausage and anything you could possibly think of, went straight into the pan, the house full of its familiar, greasy scent that you knew would be so good.

"Oh fuck me," Rooster groaned as he hauled himself off the couch.

Bob's long arm and hand pawed the coffee table for his glasses. "I'm gonna have to get some clothes out of the truck later and it's gonna sound like a gunshot," he moaned.

"I don't ever wanna see another drink for as long as I live," Mickey yawned.

"You're telling me," Phoenix said, rubbing her tired eyes. "The fuck did we even do last night?"

"Each other," Hangman chuckled.

Natasha grabbed her sandal from next to her makeshift bed, chucking it straight at Hangman where it landed with a loud *SLAP!!!*. "The fuck was that for?!" he whined.

"Children, behave!" you teased, sticking your head around the corner.

"Seriously," Mickey said. "The fuck did we all do last night?"

No one could remember. You had never seen the gang scared so shitless before.

"There'd better not be a tiger in that bathroom when I go shower," Coyote muttered as he got up to go and run a hot one.

Everybody staggered to the kitchen as Phoenix flipped through the video collection on her phone, giggling a little as she played one where everybody had gotten in the mood for a little throwback to their middle school years. She never thought she'd laugh as hard as she did when she heard a bunch of screechy drunks yelling the words to Lil Jon's "Get Low", squirming at how many noise complaints they probably caused.

Once everybody had a plate full of the greasy food of choice, something on the dining room table caught Rooster's attention, a large roll of blueprint paper that clearly hadn't been there before. When he unrolled it, he was utterly shocked.

"Oh. My. God!!!" he gasped.

"What? What's up?" Mickey asked, finishing off a bite of scrambled egg covered in spicy Thai chili sauce.

Rooster unrolled the paper, revealing before yours and everyone's eyes a perfectly designed airplane, a strange design that oddly enough reminded them of an F-14.

"How fucked up were we last night, that we designed an airplane?" Bob questioned.

"Fucked up to not know if it works," Mickey chuckled.

Payback let out a high pitched squawk, his jaw almost dropping to the floor. "Uh dude!!!" he gasped. "Did we do that?"

"Apparently we did," you told him.

Coyote practically ran from the bathroom at Hangman's beckoning to see what it was everyone was gaping at, his mouth hanging open like a guppy gasping for air.

"You think this thing actually works?" he asked.

"Only one way to find out," Hangman said with a shit eating grin.

Everybody was a little wary and a little skeptical about asking Maverick to test out the design. None of them were sure if it would hold together or even function properly.

"It's worth a shot," you told them.

[patriciacbs]

Top 25 Six of Crows Quotes

"No mourners. No funerals."

“And that’s what destroyed you in the end — the longing for something you could never have.”

“I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept from this oath.”

“Besides, she was the Wraith – the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.”

“The easiest way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re going to steal his watch.”

“Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?”

“I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you."

"A secret's not like coin. It doesn't keep its value in spending."

"Facts are for the unimaginative."

“What doesn’t kill me, better run.”

“Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste.”

“I trade in information — the things men do when they think no one is looking. Shame holds more value than coin ever can.”

“When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.”

“The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.”

"She wouldn't wish love on anyone. It was the guest you welcomed and then couldn't be rid of."

"Doesn't matter how big the gun is if you don't know where to point it."

"Better terrible truths than kind lies."

"The heart is an arrow. It demmands aim to land true."

"The life you live, the hate you feel - it's poison. I can drink it no longer."

"There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed worng, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken."

"She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him"

"Greed might do your bidding, but death serves no man."

"They fear you as I once feared you, as you once feared me. We are all someone's monster."

"I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all."

"She liked that word. Us. A word without divisions or borders. It seemed full of hope."

[canyonkingdom]

cowardly drunk

tw: alcohol

then i'll defy the laws of nature and come out alive

"I hate them."

then i'll get you

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Broomskingdom manuscripts #3988

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I have been forced to document everything about Rhye Juno is the first sea of Rhye and the closest to Broomskingdom. It is generally very calmand no known sea creatures possess it. It is the safest out of the seven seas.

Oh, boy. Wait until they reach Calla.

-Maxwell Rollingham

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^^^^^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been several hours into the conquest and everyone on the ship were bored out of their mind. Helly sat on the crow's nest, partly enjoying the slightly orange skies dotted with fluffy clouds and the sound of the small waves.

"Have you tried bonding with the others, Helly?" Posty asked as he nudged Helly.

"They're..." Helly started. "Intimidating."

"The two buff dudes are, but the lady..." Posty moved next to Helly and whilstled.

Amber did look stunning. Everything about her was made to be wife material. A kind, soft-spoken, and a great medic.

"She's pretty." Helly commented.

"I know!" Posty fawned, "She's everything I could ever ask for in a girl! Yet I got no chance with her, man. I'm just a mailman loathing my life!" he whined, hitting Helly's shoulder.

Helly watched as whiffs of Amber's blonde hair blew sweeped through.

"You're right, you fuck, she's not gonna like a short humanized version of a chihuahua." Helly chuckled, earning a slap on his face.

Posty huffed, his cheeks red. "I doubt she'd like a former drunk-"

"That became the queen's personal adviser-"

"Who is still a drunk with more manners-"

"Do you see me craving alcohol in this trip-"

Their feud was interrupted by the breaking of glass.

"There's whiskey in this boat!" Roy gleefully said as he dug in piles and piles of the precious liquid.

"Get me some of that, handsome." Amber chided as she walked up to the whiskey bottles.

"Oh, fuck yeah. My favorite." Helly said happily, standing up and leaving the crow's nest.

Posty was agape. "Drunkard." he muttered, smiling at Helly grabbing a whiskey bottle. He followed suite.

"I don't do alcohol." Poli sighed. He leaned against the mast of the boat, watching as everyone else chugged whiskey like they depended on it.

"Oh, it feel goods to drink again." Amber said.

"Don't leave me out!" Cap groaned. "I'm driving all of you to Rhye, I should atleast get a shot."

Helly and Amber continued to drink roughly, while Roy took soft sips. Posty walked up to the captain's deck.

"I got you." Posty asserted, shoving the tube of the whiskey bottle down Cap's throat.

Cap's frantic movements immediately pulled out the bottle, choking on the slightly bitter taste of the aged whiskey. "Fuck you, man!" he screamed, still coughing. Posty laughed.

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Queen Jin sat atop her balcony.

"Max, will they possibly serve justice?" she asked.

"I'm very sure, your Majesty." Max answered suite, a smile on his face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^^^^^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They're not living another day.

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"I know they will, your Majesty."

---

The crew were drunk.

"Oh my God." Cap stifled.

-///-

we love a little shenanigans amirite

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: ❤️Matt Murdock❤️ -Danny

Words: 1,678

Phase Four Masterlist

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iii: Keeping Distance

Cat walked around the kitchen piling ingredient after ingredient on her plate, a beer that'd been drunk halfway stood next to the projection displayed in front of her.

She'd been uploading into the A.I. her old files containing the extensive list of super people she knew. They were divided into "B.A./B.M." Which stood for "Born average; Born mighty", so she could determine the nature of every hero's abilities. So far the "Born Average" was the largest section, and M.O.U.S.E. was giving her a quick update on the whereabouts of the enhanced people living in the world:

Sam and Bucky were fucking things up after the former stupidly gave up Steve's shield. She'd been upset when she found out, but Steve was long gone anyway, none of this affected him, wherever he was.

Wanda was near Pennsylvania, and whenever she gave her a call, Cat answered. Banner, Barton, and all of the others were having rather quiet lives, so she wasn't interested in them.

"Spider-man has been—"

"Mouse," she interrupted, "it's better if we leave that guy do his own thing. Don't keep an eye on him."

"Got it, boss."

The apartment door opened and she grabbed the earpiece laying on the bar, turning off the projection she'd been watching. She waited until the steps turned the corner.

"I don't remember giving you permission to be here," Matt stated.

"Sorry, S.H.I.E.L.D agents were following me and I didn't want them to see where I live, I had to lose them."

"S.H.I.E.L.D agents?" He sounded worried. "What did you do?"

"Calm down, they follow the potential agents they're about to hire to make sure they're trustworthy. I'm too well trained to allow that, though, I don't like having older men tailing me."

"And yet you stalk me all the time," he crossed his arms, "you finally got the call, then? Congrats."

"Thank you, I started the celebration," she seized her beer and tilted the bottle. "Wanna join?"

"Obviously," he smiled. Matthew reached and loosened his tie as he walked up to her, then stopped. "Is that a sandwich?"

She looked down at her plate. "Yeah?"

"Why does it smell like you put the whole convenience store in it?"

"You mean that in a good way?"

"In a revolted way," he got to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

"I was hungry," she shrugged.

"You're anxious," he corrected, "and I don't think it's about your job."

"You and your sniffing..."

"I don't sniff," Matt laughed. He leaned his body against the breakfast bar next to her.

"You smelled the sweat on my brow? Is my heartbeat unsteady?" She stepped closer and put the tip of her index finger under his chin. "That's all you, hot-shot."

He smiled and moved her hand away, the gesture gave her a pleasant heat on her lower belly.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he replied, "but at least explain to me what were you doing before I came in, I heard voices."

"I was getting acquainted with my new assistant," she moved her hair and tapped the artifact on her ear, "he's got a cute voice."

"Cool," Matt admitted, "you paid a visit to your family?"

She looked away, tidying up the kitchen. "Fury gave it to me. I ran into Happy the other day and..." she stopped, "I ran into him at a welfare organization, we were both there to leave a few boxes of clothing and whatnot. I might visit him soon... turns out he still likes me!"

"Not all the people in your life were there out of obligation," Matt took a sip of his beer and shook his head.

"I don't think all of them stayed out of obligation," she pouted, "I think the ones that didn't are dead, and the ones remaining reach out to me out of pity."

"Well, Happy appreciates you, so I hope you keep in touch. You could use a healthy role model in your life."

Cat laughed. "Happy's many things, but I wouldn't call him healthy. Paranoid, perhaps. A certified workaholic. But he is a good man, I'll give you that."

Matt's smile widened. "You realize that sounds a lot like me? And you don't see that as a problem."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm taking my beer and sandwich with me. Have fun doing absolutely nothing in this gloomy box you call home. Why don't you call Karen? I'd feel much better leaving you with my rival than with nothing but your sad thoughts as company."

Matt hadn't asked her to stop her dramatic exit but she still came to a halt when he replied. "I knew you'd bring up Karen one day."

"Oh, yeah," she said sarcastically, "I'm rabid with jealousy, foam coming out of the mouth, planning to push her into the traffic."

He walked over to her and took the plate from her hands, placing it on the table. "You're my favorite," he disclosed casually.

She did her best to hide her smile even if he couldn't see her. He could always sense it. "Don't lie to me. Karen is older and pretty, she's the obvious choice."

"Obvious?" He raised his eyebrows. "Don't talk like that, kitty. You know you're my only girl..."

She looked at him more intently. "Stop playing or I won't hold back."

"I could say the same."

"Tsk," she moved away, this time sounding truly unconvinced, "I do have to go, Matthew. I have to read S.H.I.E.L.D's file before I decide whether to take the spot or not."

"I thought you'd already chosen to do it?"

"I did," she smiled playfully, "but I have a few things I wanna do before I'm no longer allowed."

Cat was unwrapping the bandages around her fists when Harley arrived, she lightly kicked the door open and glanced at him before turning back.

"You're early."

"My class ended sooner than expected," The young man walked in and closed the door, he left his backpack near it. A white cat ran up to him and immediately purred around his ankles, but he ignored it. "How are you?"

"Well, I got a job," She dropped her bandages on the couch and began to unhang the boxing sack.

"Fury called?"

"Yup," Cat dropped the heavy bag in the corner of the room and the poor cat hissed. "But before I sign all the papers and fly off to God knows where, I want you to teach me nerd stuff."

"You haven't even started and you're already planning to stab them in the back?" He raised a brow.

The girl frowned. "Who said I'll be stabbing them in the back?"

"You want me to teach you how to steal data," he crossed his arms, "I'm pretty sure S.H.I.E.L.D can teach you that."

"Yeah, but it wouldn't hurt to learn a few extra tricks."

"Which translates to wanting to learn how to unlock files without them knowing you did it."

"Do you have to be such a smartass all the time?" She scoffed, throwing her water bottle at him.

Harley caught it and placed it on the table, he sighed.

"I'll do it only cause I owe you."

"Thank you," she blew a kiss at him, "and for God's sake just pick up that cat and pet him, he's being so whiny..."

Harley pulled out a chair and sat down, he called out the cat by name and when it was close enough he picked him up and placed him on his lap, then he reached out and grabbed her laptop. The young man noticed a few designs of something on it and was about to ask what that was when Cat pulled the laptop and away.

"I got a friend— Wanna meet him?"

"What about Felix?"

She grinned. "I'm not talking about a cat."

The girl sat next to Harley and tapped her ear.

"Say hi to my buddy, Mouse."

"What's up?"

"Woah!" Harley grabbed her face and tilted it to a side, looking at the earpiece. The abrupt motion scared Cat's feline, he rushed out of the room in outrage. "Where did you get this?"

"Tony," she smiled proudly, "apparently he was all in with Copycat working as a loner."

"That thing's valuable in so many ways," her friend replied in awe, "keep it safe, Stray."

She grabbed his hands and moved them away, placing them over her laptop. "Now teach me."

Harley shifted in his seat, but just when he was about to start, he halted.

"What?"

He looked concerned, the young man began to fidget without meeting her eyes.

"It's different now... you'll be risking your life every day, right?"

Her shoulders fell, she knew what was coming. "I might be trapped behind a desk for months, I might spend a whole year learning about some newly developed tech. It's not like the army, Junior, they won't throw me in the middle of a war."

"You'll call me often?"

"Not like I call you every night, but sure, if it makes you feel better— and you can look after Felix while I'm gone, he's not really my pet and he's not even here most of the time, but if it helps you... "

He hummed, Harley shifted again to face her, but he didn't look up yet.

"Before you guys started building that machine," he began, "we talked. I mean..."

"I know who you mean," she said.

"Well, he told me that if anything ever happened to him, that I... he knew you're my best friend so he asked—"

"Harley," Cat frowned, her voice getting tenser. "Did he ask you to look after me?"

He didn't answer, but he didn't need to.

"That's not your job."

"It's not a—"

"I'm a grown woman," she leaned back on her seat, rubbing her face, "I can't believe he did that to you."

"He didn't do anything!"

"He left you with a responsibility that has no business in your life," Cat pressed, "I trained, even more than Pietro, and—"

"He didn't mean it like that," Harley was quick to explain, "he knew that you would throw yourself into work, all he asked was to keep you company."

"What's the use in that? I'm okay. I'm fine." She huffed. "I've lost people before, and I got through it... not like you could stop me if I decide I don't want to keep on living."

She was expecting him to scold her, to yell, or simply demand to take it back, but Harley kept his eyes down, he looked tired. "You really know how to make a lad feel special."

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ghost when reaper laughed was literally that one quote from Six of Crows like i cant with them they're so fucking so—

" She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him. "

i want that fucking tattooed onto me dude that IS RIGHT. COMPLETELY RIGHT. if you loved that i am so excited for you to see the rest of the chapters

tysm for ur support :) <3333

[eddieheart]

LITTLE ONE

(Part 1)

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Pairings: past Malcolm x OC

Words: 1294

Description: Malcolm fell in love with an amazing woman, they had a child and everything was perfect. That was until she died, Malcolm has to tell the team about the secret he’s been keeping. (Slight angst, fluff)

The day started as always, Malcolm nightmares waking him and Aria. She wasn't bothered by his night terrors, all her life she'd known about them. Both Malcolm, Ainsley and their mother had been teaching her from a young age that when daddy got 'sleep sick' she wasn't to touch or try to wake him. They also taught her not to be scared of them. She reminded him of Sarah, her mother, in that way.

Sarah was an incredibly kind woman, she was Malcolm's first real love. Always supportive of him, always a shoulder to cry one when he needed it. He'd been absolutely terrified when Sarah had said she might be pregnant, but as soon as he saw his daughters face it had all slipped away.

As tiny as a handful of oranges, baby Aria was a gift. Sarah and Malcolm had been closer than ever, he'd even thought that maybe this would be his life. Maybe he could be happy, have a family, a normal life.

It had all changed when Sarah died, a drunk driver, an accident. At first he couldn't even look at Aria, she was just a reminder of how much he'd lost. Depression swallowed him whole, his best friend, his confidant was dead.

One morning though, things changed. Aria had woken him up in the middle of the night, as he laid in bed intent on ignoring her an apparition had appeared. Sarah, clad in a white dress, sitting on the edge of his bed. She'd held his face in her hand as she whispered into his ear.

'Take care of our baby.'

In less than a blink she was gone, Malcolm stood and walked into Aria's nursery. Ever since then she had been his beacon of hope, instead of a reminder of everything he lost, she was a reminder of all he had gained and the short but beautiful time he'd spent with her mother.

The tiny girl sat on the stall barstool sitting in front of the kitchen island. She looked up with a toothy smile, Malcolm walked up behind her and gave her a kiss on the head.

"Morning Ari, good morning sunshine." He said, smiling into her hair.

"'Mumorning daddy, mumorning shunshine." Her light childish voice rung out into the apartment.

He sighed happily and looted himself a glass of water, like usual Aria had a glass of strawberry milk. Malcom sat beside his daughter popping open his pill bottles and taking his pills, the young girl did the same with her vitamins. Aria liked to copy her dad, it was quite funny to outsiders.

"Do you want to pick the card today?" He asked the young girl. She immediately perked up and reached for the small deck pulling out the first card.

"You ar-are Lo-ved just for wah-ho you are, just for exit- exiting." She sounded out the words carefully, brows furrowed in confusion. When she looked up for confirmation Malcom read it aloud letting her copy him.

"You are loved just for who you are, just for existing." He followed the words with his finger, sounding them out for the young girl.

"You are loved just for who you are, just for exit-existin'." Aria finished with a bright smile that the older man returned.

Next came morning yoga, A soft female voice spoke through the speaker, instructing them on what to do. Aria watched her dad and copied his movements as best as she could. She brought up her leg and stood like a flamingo, with two arms raised above her head bent into a triangle.

The young girl warbled on her foot but steadied herself, the older man laughing at her enthusiasm.

"Okay now, we got everything?" Malcolm asked, knelt down to look into the young girls eyes.

"Yep! Everything." Aria used a jump to end her sentence, excitement coming off of her in waves.

"Okay! Say bye to sunshine, bye sunshine." He said the last part in a high pitched breathy voice.

"Bye sunshine!" The little girl called out over her shoulder, waving as she walked out the door.

Malcolm reached for his phone as it rang, keeping one hand tightly gripping Aria's. He put the phone to his ear as the pair walked.

"Malcolm dear, it's your mother. Slight change of plans I can't watch Aria today, I am otherwise engaged." He let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, phone still in hand.

"Alright I guess, I'll just have to take her into work with me. How 'bout that Ria? Wanna go to work with Daddy?" Malcolm smiled at the young girl happily.

"Yes I do, I do I do I do! Please daddy can we go!" He couldn't help but laugh at the small girl, some days he forgot just how much she was like him.

"Just don't let the poor girl see any bodies, alright dear?" Jessica asked through the phone.

"Of course mother, I'm not that bad." He chuckled and said a short goodbye.

Malcolm sighed in defeat, they'd have to find out sooner or later. He turned towards the small girl and braided her on the situation.

"Okay love bug, grandma can't watch you today so we're going to daddy's work. I need you on your best behaviour okay? You get to see GG and you'll get lollipops and you'll make some mew friends okay?" He smiled hopeful at the girl.

She seemed completely unfazed by the change, If anything she was more exited. It was a short walk to the police station, Malcolm took a deep breath to steady himself before entering the quiet precinct.

Gripping onto the little girls hand tightly, he led her into the briefing room. Gil was standing at the head of the table, Dani and JT were sitting off to the side. They were talking about their newest case, but all conversation stopped as they walked in.

Gil seemed surprised, his eyes widened, JT the same. Dani just looked confused, she tilted her head to the side.

"Hey Bright, who's this?" She asked cautiously, motioning to the small girl.

"I'm Aria Bright!" The small girl said forcefully, voice cheerful. "Hi GG!” She shouted as Gil came into view.

“Well hey peanut, what are you doing here?” He asked the young girl kindly, kneeling down to her level.

They chattered on for a bit as Malcolm slipped away to the other side of the room. Both Dani and TJ looked confused and maybe even slightly angered.

“Since when do you have a kid Bright?” TJ asked, voice biting in a whispered tone.

“Yeah what the hell? Why didn’t you tell us?” Dani asked equally annoyed in a whisper. Malcolm sighed before speaking.

“Well that, is my daughter, Aria. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to put her in danger and because I... I didn’t want you to... to judge me or anything.” Head facing the ground as he spoke nervously, Malcolm fiddled with his bracelet.

“Bright, we wouldn’t judge you for having a kid.” Dani let out in a sigh.

“Yeah, c’mon Bright. Speaking of which, where’s her mama today?” Malcolm’s face fell at JT’s question.

Even though he’d mourned Sarah and moved on, it was still hard to deal with sometimes.

“She... she’s not here anymore. It just me and Ria.” He spoke sadly, willing his eyes to stay dry.

They both nodded solemnly, JT winching slightly.

“So GG, huh?” The younger man asked Gil. Malcolm laughed to himself and held back a smirk.

“Grandpa Gil.” Dani and JT both laughed at his response, Gil smiling and waving them off.

Malcolm looked over to his daughter, maybe it wasn’t the life he expected, but it was pretty damn great.

@buggylad

Part Two: working

You are loved just for who you are, just for existing - Ram Dass

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Made of Steele - Chapter 14

*Warning: Adult Content*

- KIT -

The moment I saw the street that Jamie pulled up to, I knew who's party we were going to.

For the past two years, I have tried to make myself a better person, to live a better life, to stay as far away as possible from anything that might set me back but in the end, I knew that she'd always find me.

"How do you both know each other?" Hannah, Jamie's ex asks, as she looks between Leah and I.

'Leah... just what the hell is she playing at?'

"We used to date," Leah said, smiling sweetly, her eyes on me and then shifting to Jamie. "We're childhood sweethearts turned 'just friends'..." she said, almost tauntingly. "Right, Kit?"

I felt sick, so sick and so angry that all I could do was to clench my fists from lashing out at her for how messed up this was.

Jamie looked uncomfortable and with it came the sickening feeling in the put of my stomach, knowing that the longer I stay here, the more questions will arise and the more Leah will most likely taunt me.

"That's funny, he didn't mention you," Jamie said, surprising me and Leah, as we both turn to look at him.

The space between us had shifted into total silence, the only sound coming from the party as the air between us suddenly thickened with growing tension between everyone.

"Oh and by the way, someone's puking on your lawn," he said, impulsively, before grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me along with him, past Leah and Hannah.

Jamie dragged me until I couldn't see Leah's stone-cold face anymore, as we went into the house that has only haunted my dreams for the past two years, the house I vowed to never go back into again.

As we got to a quiet part of the house, Jamie turned to me and looked at me, like he was trying to figure me out.

"Jamie, I..."

"You don't have to explain anything to me," he sighed, crossing his arms, looking at my face. "Do you want to leave?"

Leave? I wanted to burn the house down or better yet, to set myself of fire, so that I'd never see this place again.

"We can stay but it's just Leah and I... It's complicated," I swallowed hard, as his eyes glued to mine.

He snorted, just as a drunk girl stumbled to where we were and then sunk to the floor, her heels too big for her feet and her short tight dress stained with the smell of alcohol.

Both sighing, we bent down in union and helped the girl up.

"We should call her a cab."

I nodded my head as did Jamie.

We walked with the girl, who looked like she was just a freshman, out of the house, passing intoxicated, drunk and airy teenagers as we eventually made it back to the front of the house.

The girl was barely conscious and trying to open her eyes and just like that, sour memories from the past creeped in from the deep, dark and small box I locked them in.​

Flashback​

"Come on Kit, it's just a line," Leah said, before bending down, covering a side of her nose and sniffing the white powder. "The party is just getting started, don't let it go to waste."

Amber looked at me and with her eyes telling me that she was desperately wanting to leave and for me to go with her but I could not just go, not without Leah, not while we were currently crashing a college party.

"Don't rush me," I rolled my eyes, before bending down and inhaled the line through my nose.

The intense burning, I felt in my nose was something that I never wanted to experience again but soon after, I felt a buzz that made me forget that feeling, as I watched Leah make another perfect line.

"We should go you guys, if we're caught doing this..." Amber mumbled nervously, looking at both Leah and I as her eyes kept going towards the bathroom door.

"Amber, you need to lighten up, seriously," Leah rolled her eyes. "We're at a college party, this is what you do to fit in."

With that, Amber did not say another word as Leah handed her a bottle of beer she had gotten from the kitchen before we went to the bathroom.

"Drink this, it might just make you lighten up a little," she laughed, as Amber slowly put the bottle to her lips, then took a drink.

"I'm cool, I just don't want to get arrested tonight," she hit back, making me smile as Leah laughed.

Once we were finished in the bathroom, we all went back to the party to join the rest of our friends, the party was like nothing I had ever been to before, I couldn't remember the last time I had this much fun at a party until now.

I had found an empty bedroom upstairs and with me was Leah and another girl she had met at the party, together they had crawled on the bed with me and then they started to take their clothes off, slowly, one by one.

The room felt ho, but the moment I felt hands on my chest and stomach, it was like every hot part of my body turned cold, it was a mixture of heaven and hell as the soft touch of both the girls' lips started to kiss me.

We touched, kissed and had passionate, messy and rough sex.

Leah had never looked more attractive as she made out with the girl whose name I didn't even know and a part of me didn't care.

I was in love, right there, as I watched my girlfriend stick her tongue down someone else's throat, yet, with her eyes only on me.

The rest of the time we spent in the bedroom went by in a blur, eventually it was time to leave as I didn't know the time but by the colour of the sky I'd say my parents were going to get ready to send the police to look for me.

I was already on my parent's shit list, another problem and there goes my trust fund and that was something I wasn't going to risk.

"Who's going to drive?" Leah slurred, as she leaned on Amber, who was barely keeping herself standing up right.

With neither one of them able to properly stand and my place being the closest out of us three, I took the keys from Leah and opened the car.

Everything was a blur, I felt like I needed to throw up and with every second I drove on the road, was a second, I felt like I was missing, as each second that passed me was like a second, I couldn't remember.

I was drunk and I could see three of everything in front of me, luckily, there were no cars at the time in the morning and I knew that if I drove slowly, just like last time, I could make it, just like last time, without anybody finding out.

Yet something happened that I never saw coming.

A flash of orange flew past the car and hit us, making me accidently shift the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve and roll over as whatever hit us sends up rolling down the road.

My life flashed before my eyes and each time the car rolled it felt as though every bone in my body was being torn up, my I could taste blood in my mouth and before I knew it, the car stopped moving.

The last thing I saw before I passed out was the flashing of lights, then as though I had skipped time, a lifeless body being pulled out of the ca, and just like that, I knew my world was going to change forever.

End of Flashback

That was the worst day of my life and since then, I'd never touched alcohol, drugs or went even close to a party again.

What would Jamie think if he found out about what I did?

If not for my parents' wealth and favours, I would be in jail right now, with charges that could make it, so I'd never see the light of day, at-least not for a few years.

I should be in jail, I know I should be and every day I open my eyes, there's not a single moment I don't think about that night and wish that I could change the outcome and make it so it never happened.

There's a reason Leah found Hannah, she liked women but not once had she shown enough interest to date one, no... I knew Leah better than anyone.

She had found me and had targeted Hannah because she wanted to make me suffer along with her.

Leah doesn't want me to be happy.

And a part of me thinks that she's right, after-all, I had...

"A cab will be here in three minutes..." Jamie interrupted my thoughts, making me look at him.

I was sat on the ground with the girl, who had fallen asleep on my shoulder, with Jamie's jumper wrapped around the front of her chest to keep her warm.

"Do you think she'll mind if I go into her purse?" he asks, bending down, a frown on his face as he looks the girl over. "She's totally out of it."

Suddenly, a girl's voice behind us, startles Jamie and I and makes us turn around to see a girl calling out a name, coming towards us, until she is bending down next to the girl who was fast asleep on my arm.

"Oh my God, Charlie," the girl cries out in relief, moving the hair from her passed out friends face before she looked at Jamie and I, an angry glint in her eye. "What the hell have you done to my friend?"

I stand up as Jamie and I help up the girl.

"We found her like this, I just called her a cab," Jamie said, sighing at the girl's friend, who was looking at both of us warily. "Should you even be here? You're both look fucking underaged," he hissed out, making the girl pale as she reached for her friend.

"It's... It's none of your business," she stutters, as Jamie glared down at her.

"You made it my business when your friend passed out at my feet. You're lucky I didn't call the police on both of you," he snaps, just as a cab pulled up beside the curb in front of us.

Jamie and I help the almost conscious girl inside the cab, as her friend gets in on the other side to sit with her friend on the backseat of the cab.

I had never seen Jamie so angry and as I watched him scold the young girl and her friend who had opened her eyes in the backseat of the cab, all I could think of was how amazing Jamie was and just how much I liked him.

Giving the cab driver some cash, Jamie shut the back door and with that, the cab drives off, the two young girls on route to home.

"That pisses me off," he hissed under his breath, with a deep sigh before he looked at me. "Want to get out of here?" he asks, as he looks behind me at the party going full swing, a grimace on his face.

I could not help but laugh and nod my head, despite feeling like crying, just because of Jamie being Jamie, I felt much better again, from a simple few words from his sexy, kissable and pretty lips.

"Yeah, let's get out of here."

There was nothing I wanted more.

Jamie took my hand and we both walked down the sidewalk to where Jamie had parked his car and with each step, I see a familiar face flash before my eyes and with it, Jamie's face, as his words ring in my ear.

'This party sucks.'

And it did... it really did. 

[book-on-the-bright-side]

"She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have."

- Six of Crows (Part 1, Six of Crows)

[maytalksaboutstuff]

"She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him."

Kaz Brekker, Six of Crows

one of my favorite kanej moments from six of crows <33 can't wait to see more of these lovelies in the next season :)

[one-boring-person]

What about a Barney Ross x Reader where they're this small and positive person (like between 4 ft 10 in and 5 ft 2in) that literally smiles and laughs through the danger? And they share a vulnerable moment with Barney about their past/trauma and end up having a romantically heated moment? It could also be like the Expendables Crew x Reader with the same prompt and they support the reader if you want!

I'm really sorry this is a bit short, but I hope you like it!😊💛

Took You Long Enough.

Barney Ross (The Expendables) x reader

Warnings: allusion to sex, mentions of abuse, mention of death, mention of injury, alcohol consumption

Masterlist

"You ok there, kiddo?" The gruff voice behind me startles me a little from my thoughts, my head turning towards the source.

Barney moves into the ring of visibility cast by the fire he's permitted us to light, dark eyes glowing in the orange flush surrounding us. His body armor hangs loosely from one arm, his undershirt rumpled and bunched around his musculature underneath, pistols still hanging from his hips. As he draws nearer, I smile a little at the state of his hair: mussed and wild.

"Yeah, just thinking." I respond, watching as he comes to sit beside me, pulling a hip flask out.

I raise an eyebrow and he waves me off, playfully dismissive as he takes a sip of whatever he's got inside, offering it to me. Taking it, I sniff the rim before tipping some into my mouth, wincing at how strong it is.

"Jesus, Barney, you trying to wake the dead with that stuff?!" I swallow tightly, grimacing at the flavor.

The mercenary laughs, holding the flask loosely.

"Feels like it needs to sometimes." He muses, the self-deprecating note creeping into his voice again, as it so often does in his quieter moments. 

I shrug.

"Gunnar uses stuff like that to make his brain function normally." I comment, glancing over to where the Swede is asleep.

Barney laughs softly - as softly as he can manage with a smoke-torn throat - turning his gaze on me again.

"What were you thinking about?" He eventually asks, head tilted, dark eyes curious but not probing.

Tensing a little, I pull at my fingers a little, unconsciously, unsure of whether or not to tell him. Part of me wants to keep this to myself, but the other part knows full well that he'll figure it out eventually. 

"My dad." I finally admit, keeping my head down. 

"Your dad?" His voice is quiet, tone questioning though it's clear he's not trying to pressure me into answering.

"Yeah," I nod, unwilling to look up as the memories stir in my head again, "My dad."

"What about your dad?"

Swallowing, I take a breath to calm the rising emotion, regaining my composure.

"About how he's the only reason I'm still around. And where that eventually got him." I steady my breathing, "My mother was...abusive. She was dependent on alcohol, and she was often violent when she got drunk, to both me and my dad. It was terrible...she'd come home from "work" reeking of booze and sex, then she'd have a go at us. Then she'd take her fists to us."

I stop for a moment to steady myself again, my breath threatening to hitch as I recall those horrific episodes...the raised fists, clutching shards of bottle, or glass, slashing down at the nearest target. The last time, she found her target in my father and raised her fist never again against him. She didn't need to.

"She used to use pieces of glass to...to cut us." Subconsciously, I rub at my arms, remembering the ugly scars littering the skin, "One day, my dad protected me and she got him in the neck."

I fall silent, glad to know that Barney is listening with his whole attention, eyes fixed on me, wide with undisguised shock.

"(Y/n)...I'm so sorry...I had no idea." He starts, sounding genuinely apologetic.

"Well, now you do." I laugh, but the sound is dry and sharp, unnatural.

We fall silent, the mercenary evidently unsure of how to continue until he eventually moves closer, hesitantly lifting a hand to my chin, which he takes between three fingers, tilting my face towards him. Meeting his gaze, I can't help the jump in my pulse at our sudden proximity, overwhelmed by the sympathy flooding his brown eyes.

"I'm really sorry that happened to you, (Y/n). Thank you for telling me." He says softly, breath lightly brushing over my face as he speaks.

I can't keep my eyes from his lips now, a deep yearning awakening inside me. Feebly, I try to say something in return, but can only manage a soft sound of acknowledgement, sounding almost pathetic. His fingers are warm on my skin, rough calluses scraping ever so slightly over my chin as he lets his hand fall ever so slightly, his eyes now raking over my face entirely. Unable to help myself, I let out a soft groan, nearly imperceptible. 

Somehow, he hears it.

Instantly, his hand cups my face, pulling me forwards, lips pressing insistently against mine. Moaning in surprise, I clutch at his shoulders and lean into him, pressing closer as he uses his hold on my face to deepen the kiss, tonguing at my lip. Parting gladly, I let my eyes fall closed as his tongue slides into my mouth, tasting me even as I do him, discerning the strong alcohol and rough cigar smoke on his breath as he groans into me. 

Dropping his hands, Barney grips my waist and pulls me into his lap, pinning me against his hard body. Moaning, I grind against him, pulling back as he starts to bite and kiss at my jawline, huffs of need leaving him. His tongue is hot and wet on my skin as he licks down to my neck, following every trail he leaves with his lips, hands gripping me tightly. Nudging his nose against the underside of my jaw, Barney encourages me to look up so he can lavish my neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, stroking up my back now, hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back. Fervently kissing my neck, he wraps my legs around him and flips us so we're lying on the floor, his hard body pressing down on top of me, lips returning to mine to stifle the moans that are now escaping me.

"There are more private places to be doing that." A gruff voice interrupts us, Lee's weary tone catching us off-guard.

Parting, we look through the darkness at the mercenary watching us, blushing as he smirks and lifts an eyebrow.

"Took you long enough, Barney."

[arctickat2400]

Say You Won't Let Go <> Damon Salvatore

I stomped down the stairs after Stefan just gave me some random lecture on how I’m not being safe and how I’m putting myself in danger. How in hell am I putting myself in danger? I don’t see how that’s possible when Stefan barely lets me leave the house as it is. Like he can’t just lock me in this house for the rest of my life. I mean, I do feel very safe in this house, but it doesn’t mean I want to be locked in it forever.

Anyways, I stomped down the Salvatore stairwell, tears brimming my eyes. I walked through the halls and just as I was about to open the front door, I heard a voice that belonged to someone who I’ve had feelings for for awhile.

“What’s wrong, Kitty?” Damon stopped me, using my favorite nickname for me. He’s always giving me nicknames, but that one was my favorite and he always calls me that. And, Damon was like a brother to me, always caring for me and talking to me.

I turn around, wiping the excess tears off with the back of my hand. Damon gestures for me to go to him in the living room. I walk up to him as he wraps me in his arms, giving me a tight hug.

He lets go after a few seconds as I sniffle every now and then.

“Stefan broke up with me. It was stupid, but I guess it was for the best. I guess it just wasn’t working for him.” I told Damon.

“But, you don’t need to listen to my problems. I’m too annoying to make you go through that. I’m just gonna go home. Later, Damon.” I say to him, beginning to walk to the door.

Just as I touch the doorknob, I hear Damon call to me again.

“Hey, Y/N,” I turn at the sound of my name. “You wanna get out of here for a bit? Go somewhere. I heard there’s this new karaoke bar downtown. I heard it’s thriller. You wanna go with me? Get your mind off everything.” Damon asked, and I smiled at his gesture to help me. And, of course, I couldn’t say no.

“Sure, Damon. I’d love that.” I smiled at him, my cheeks blushing a bright red.

It’s weird. Why would I want to go to a karaoke bar? It was a club thing and there would be lots of people there. I hated big crowds and I hated parties and stuff like that. I guess i just really needed to get out.

Damon dropped what he was doing, slipping his phone into his back pocket and led me to his car.

He opened the door for me, patiently waiting for me to get in before shutting the door behind me.

Damon was always so sweet when it came to me, yet I never knew why ‘cause he hated like everyone.

He drove to the bar only 10 minutes away. It was about 8 at night so we had all night to hopefully have fun.

We walked inside, having to show someone our ID’s to get in. We, then, walked through a curtain type thing that led to a huge room that was the size of a huge house.

It was dark and there were lasers and lights illuminating the room for a glow in the dark kind of theme.

How was I able to survive in a place like this? I could barely survive school, let alone a huge party like this.

“You ready?” Damon asked me. I breathe in and out, looking up at him and saying, “Yeah.”

We walked through the big crowds of people, myself looking back every once in awhile to make sure I hadn’t lost Damon.

He pointed to the bar as I led us to it. We found to open spot where no one was sitting.

“I think you might need a drink or two.” Damon suggested, seeing as if I was still sad and down.

“I don’t think…” I didn’t get to finish when Damon called for the bartender.

“Two shots please.” Damon told the bartender.

This was my first club and my first ever drink that consisted of alcohol. Everyone has told me good things about these places and getting drinks and getting drunk, but I have never done it. This night is not gonna end well.

Two small glasses were set in front of Damon and I. The bartender filled the glasses with a clear substance that just looked like sparkling water.

I knew nothing about this world.

“You good?” Damon questioned with a smile.

“Yeah.” Was the only thing I said. I took the tiny glass in my fingers as I held it up to my lips. I watched Damon, having never seen this done before, as he dipped his head back, consuming the beverage.

I did the same, dipping my head back and drowning myself in what I think was Vodka. It was kinda sweet, but somewhat sour I guess. But I think I knew what everyone was talking about.

“That was…” I paused, thinking of the word. “Amazing!” I shouted, and Damon just laughed.

After a minute, “Hey, you wanna dance?” Damon asked me, gesturing to the hundreds of people on the dance floor.

I just smiled and nodded.

Damon led me to the middle of the dance floor, and to be honest, I had no idea how to dance. But, I just followed Damon.

I ended up just shaking around and I’m not even sure that what I was doing was dancing. Damon kept laughing at me, but I just embraced it as I took off my sweatshirt and wrapping it around my waist.

We danced the night away, Damon and I having the time of our lives.

At this point, I might have consumed like 20 shots, and I was everywhere. I was drunk off my ass and I’m surprised that I was more drunk than Damon. I guess he’s just had more experience with this kinda thing than I’ve had.

We went back and forth between the bar and the dance floor, taking many, many shots and drank a few bottles of beer. I gotta say, Vodka and tequila shots are much better than beer. But that’s just my opinion.

We laughed so much tonight, I don’t think i have ever laughed this much in my entire life, and I laugh a lot.

We danced some more, Damon laughing at every move I make.

We make it back to the bar and I was so drunk that I could barely stand. I was all over the place and I kept laughing at absolutely nothing.

I kept glancing at Damon and every time, he was always staring at me and smiling when I smiled or laughed. He actually never took his eyes off me at all tonight. I guess he just wanted to keep an eye on me, make sure I was doing okay or didn’t do anything stupid.

“You having fun, Kitty?” He smiled at me, drinking some beer out of a bottle.

“Are you kidding? I’m having the time of my life! This is amazing! And I feel like I can barely breathe!” I shouted over all the noise, laughing.

“Now,” I paused, slamming my hand somewhat hard on the bar. “Let’s do another.” I tell Damon in a laugh, meaning another shot contest.

“Y/N, to be honest, I think you’ve have enough. As much as I love seeing you this happy and laughing so much, I think you need to go home.” He tells me. And as much as I wanted to stay and have more fun, I think it would be a good, and smart, idea to go home.

I stumbled off my chair, but I was so drunk, I lost my balance. Luckily, Damon was her to catch me before I fell.

“Yeah, I definitely need to get you home.” Damon said as I started laughing.

Out of nowhere, I squealed mixed with a laugh as Damon threw me over his shoulder, my arms wrapping around his torso.

He carried me out of the bar and out to the car as I couldn’t stop laughing.

He put me in the front seat, buckling me up. And I guess I passed out right when he set me down, ‘cause when I opened my eyes, we were already in the Salvatore driveway.

I wasn’t laughing anymore. I guess when I passed out, that’s when y laughing stopped. I knew that I will have the biggest hangover in my life tonight and the biggest headache tomorrow morning.

I hopped out of the car and again, I almost lost my balance. Damon sped over to me, catching me once again. He picked me up bridal style as I snuggled into his chest. He carried me inside, locking the front somehow with me in his arms.

Damon’s POV

Y/N was amazing tonight. She’s usually pretty cool, but tonight at the bar, she was awesome. She would not stop laughing and she got so drunk. I was pretty proud of her. She’s turning out to be like me. And I don’t even know what I think of that.

I drove her home after I knew she'd had enough. This was her first time at a bar, well except for Mystic Grill, and this is also her first time getting drunk. Even when she was drunk as hell, she was still as beautiful as ever. And her laugh was like a choir of singing angels. I loved her laugh and I loved her. Yes, I said that.

She got out of the car and, like before, she almost fell, but I caught her before she hit the ground.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay.” I told her as she moaned. I picked her up bridal style in my arms, carrying her inside, her head laying on my chest.

I walked through the halls after closing the door just as Stefan walked towards us.

“What happened? Is Y/N okay? Is she drunk?” Stefan asked, stroking her forehead. I backed up a bit, pulling Y/N away from Stefan, knowing she didn’t want him touching her.

“I don’t know mom. Am I?” Y/N joked, lifting her head. I wanted to laugh so much. I love drunk sarcastic Y/N. “Why do you care anyways?” Y/N said, laying her head back on my chest.

“The lady has spoken.” I joked, looking back up at Stefan from Y/N. “She’s just a bit drunk.” I added.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Stefan said with a sarcastic tone.

“Asshole.” I heard Y/N say. She tried whispering it so Stefan wouldn’t hear, but he did.

Stefan just sighed and threw his hands up in the air in defeat, walking off.

“Nice, Y/N.” I laughed at her. I loved it when she was snarky like that. She let out another giggle.

Y/N’s POV

Damon carried me upstairs and into his room. Just as he was walking to his bed, I felt my stomach twist. Here comes one part of my hangover.

I slid off of Damon’s arms, running as fast as I could to his very large bathroom.

I kneeled down and started vomiting into the toilet. Damon ran up behind me and held my hair up.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Let it out. This is just part of the fun of getting drunk and having fun.” Damon laughed, holding my hair and rubbing my back. Some fun it is.

I turned around once I was finished and smiled a weak smile at him. He smiled back, saying, “C’mon, kitty. Let’s get you some rest.” He lifted me up, carrying me over to the bed.

He set me down, walking over to his dresser and taking out one of his black t-shirts that are rather big on me, reaching down to my knees at least. He was tall and I was short. What can I say?

Damon helped me take my soaking wet top off, replacing my shirt that wasn’t drenched in alcohol with his clean black shirt.

He took my pants off, leaving me in my underwear. He covered me in his blanket, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Thanks, Damon. For everything. Tonight was like the best night of my life and it was ‘cause of you. Well, except for the hangover… and the vomiting.” I said and we both laughed. I turned on my side,laying my head on his pillow.

“But, it was a great night and I can’t thank you enough.” I added, smiling at him. He smiled back, his smile leaving as fast as it came as he stood up, tucking me in a little more.

“It’s late, Y/N. Get some rest.” He said, beginning to walk out of the room.

“Hey, where are you going?” I asked, sitting up, the pain beginning to hit me from my upcoming headache. But, I didn’t want him to leave.

He walked back to me, lightly pushing me, carefully laying me back down.

“I’ll be here when you wake up. Don’t worry. Get some sleep.” Damon smiled at me, kissing my forehead as I closed my eyes and falling into a very needed deep sleep.

Damon’s POV

I woke up on the couch to a crash coming from the kitchen.

I ran in, seeing Y/N popping up from behind the island.

“Y/N, what’re you doing?” I asked her, walking to her as she leaned on the island, her hand rubbing her forehead.

“My head was just too much and I needed some Advil and water, but you were still sleeping. Stefan was gone and even if he was still here, I don’t want to talk to him. I tried to get it myself and when I tried to reach for a glass, I couldn’t reach it and I fell. And the glass fell with me and broke… and I’m sorry, Damon.” Y/N mumbled on. I could sense how much pain she was in and she seemed kinda stressed. I could tell how much the hangover was getting to her.

“Y/N, you have nothing to apologize for. It’s nothing to worry about. As long as you didn’t get hurt, everything is fine. Stefan will just clean it up later.” I told her with a small laugh at the end.

I walked over to her, careful not to step on the glass as I lifted her up onto the island so she wouldn’t step on any glass.

I went to grab another glass, watching for the glass on the ground. I filled it with water, getting some Advil and handing it to Katie.

After she took it, she closed her eyes and breathes heavily. I, then, picked her up in my arms, carrying her back upstairs.

“You really need rest, this being your first hangover. And as a vampire, your senses to this kind of thing are heightened, so you need to be careful what you do.” I explained to her.

“Well, why isn’t this affecting you like it’s affecting me?” She asked me as I set her back on my bed.

“‘Cause I have more experience with this kind of thing than you do, and also, you drank way more than me. I knew last night that you you might drink more than me so I made sure to drink less so I could make sure you were okay.” I told her while tucking her into bed.

“Well, thank you. But this headache is just too excruciating.” She paused, swinging her arm over her eyes. “Do you mind closing the curtains? The light is making it worse.” She complained.

The thing was, the curtains were already closed, my room as dark as it will ever be in the morning. Her senses were more heightened than I thought.

“Y/N, the curtains are already closed.” I mentioned to her.

“Oh.” Is all she said, realization sinking is as she uncovered her eyes from under her arm.

“The medicine she help soon.” I told her, standing up from beside her.

“Wait, Damon,” She called for me. I turned back to her.

“C-Can you stay with me?” She asked with a bit of hesitation, looking up at me. I let out a small laugh.

“Of course, Y/N.” I said, walking over to the other side of the bed and crawling in next to her. She rolled over onto her side to face me as I did the same as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Damon, can I tell you something?” she asked, and I smiled in response.

“You have been more than just my ex’s brother to me. You have always been there for me, always helping me and saving my life more times than I can count.” I laughed at that. She continued. “And I can’t thank you more. But I’ve known you for awhile now, and nothing can deny what I’m about to say. Damon… I love you.” She told me.

I never thought that she would ever like me. I mean, after all the bad things I’ve done, after how bad she’s seen me act and the bad things I’ve done to her and her family, she’s still worthy of me.

I’ve loved Y/N since the day I met her. When Stefan brought her home, she walked in and I couldn’t deny my feeling for her. I guess love at first sight was real.

“Y/N, I…” But she interrupted me before I could go on. She rolled over onto her other side so she wouldn’t be looking at me.

“Oh my god, I hate myself so much. I can’t believe I actually thought that you’d like be back. That you’d like someone like me.” She started, burying her head in the pillow.

“Y/N…” I tried to get her attention.

“No, I know what you’re going to say and I knew it was coming. I just can’t believe how stupid I was to say that out loud.” She continued. But I wouldn’t let her go on any longer.

I crawled closer to her without her noticing. I swung my arm over her stomach, hovering over her body. I turned her chin towards me as she looked at me, my eyes staring into her beautiful blue ones.

“Y/N, you really need to shut up sometimes.” I smiled at her.

“What…” But I didn’t let her speak again when I leaned down and smashed my lips onto hers.

Our lips moved in perfect sync as she rolled over towards me.

“I love you, too, Y/N. I have since the day I met you.” I told her as we stared into each other’s eyes as I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

“I don’t want you to go.” She paused, looking into my eyes with a hopeful look in her eyes. “Say you won’t let go.” She demanded, hopefully. I couldn’t hold back a smiled. I bit my lips with a smile as I stared at her.

“I won’t let go. Never.” I admitted and it was true. I never wanted to let go.

I hovered over her as she giggled and I couldn’t not smile when she giggled. It was my favorite.

“And that giggle of yours is killer.” Her smiled grew bigger as well as mine as I leaned down and kissed her beautiful, soft lips once more.