#PLEASE WE GOT A LIL TASTE AND NOW IM STARVING

[dragon-spaghetti]

I think Angel should be allowed to go batshit,, as a treat 💖

[spider-biter]

🌙 Late Afternoon Sun ☀️ - Marc Spector/reader

Summary: A brief glimpse into your life with former mercenary Marc Spector

Warnings: mentions of knives, mild talk of blood. You cut ur hand open on accident so!

A/N: im in the trenches so this might suck idk. btw POVs are so weird so if it’s a lil funky- I know- please lmk what you thought!!! I look at every like/reblog :) love u guys!

Rating: pure ache-inducing fluff. pls send help I’m so touch starved-

Marc Spector was a terrible cook.

Jake could somehow cook the most delicious, spicy, authentic Guatemalan food you have ever tasted. Steven could make every vegan dish under the sun. But Marc Spector could barely boil a hotdog. Which is why you were currently triple checking the oven to make sure it was on.

It was supposed to be a simple meal. Something with bell peppers, carrots, and maybe some ground beef if Steven let us. But so far it had been 20 minutes of pure chaos in our small kitchen.

Marc had just walked in from work, hearing the soft words of Elvis float through the flat. He gently set his keys down and smiled to himself. Even after the day he had at work he still got to come home to you. He wandered into the kitchen before sitting down on one of the barstools. Your back was turned to him double checking the recipe. You turned around before being surprised at seeing him.

“Marc! Holy shit, you almost made my heart stop!” ‘We seriously need to get him a fucking bell’ you thought. You swore you can hear Steven a mile away & hear Jake's curses down the hallway, but Marc somehow always snuck up on you.

“Now you know how I feel sweetheart” he joked, leaning on his chin. You rolled your eyes in response before going back to cutting vegetables.

“How was work?” To some, it was a bland question. But to Marc? After fighting his whole life, his whole childhood, to be asked such simple and mundane questions, and have someone care? It meant the world. So he smiled and started talking about his simple day job. It wasn’t anything super fun or amazing, just helping with INTERPOL data across Europe & risk assessments, but such a simple life was what he wanted.

You both talked about life, simple parts of your days. You listened to him talk about the trip he’s going on in 2 weeks to bust some Polish drug ring, and he listened to you rant about some random work drama. It was nice.

Until you sliced your fucking hand open.

“Shit” you softly uttered, setting down the knife. Marc stopped mid-sentence and quickly got up.

“Hey hey hey, it’s gonna be ok, grab a towel and apply pressure,” he held your shoulders as you pressed the towel against the wound. It wasn’t deep enough for stitches or anything, and it didn’t hurt super bad. But still, slicing your hand open was not what you felt like doing today.

“Ok, once the bleeding has stopped we’re gonna rinse it out, alright? No soap or anything, just water,” he explained, putting the vegetables away. You of course laughed, before reminding him that you weren’t 7.

To which he replied “I know but I gotta make sure my girl is alright,” before going and grabbing the first aide kit. You rolled your eyes smiling as you rinsed your wound out.

He came back in and guided you over to the bare stool before taking your hand. “At least I won’t complain about your bandaging technique” you smiled. Marc always had a critique when it came to how you wrapped up his knuckles after a night. Of course, it was all in good fun but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes in return.

“Hush or I’ll use alcohol instead of Hydrogen peroxide.” He smirked. You and him sat like that for maybe 5 minutes. Softly quipping back and forth, he tenderly addressed your cut.

Marc softly wrapped the gauze around your palm, securing it in place with some weird medical magic. He then turned your hand over and brought it up to his lips, before softly kissing it. “So romantic,” you blushed.

“And it’s nothing less than what you deserve,” His eyes danced with mischief before standing up, still holding your hand gently. You stood up as well before pulling him into a hug. A feeling of just love and utter devotion swept through you the moment he softly kissed your hand.

‘This man deserves nothing less than the world’ you thought, ‘and I’ll give him exactly that’ You tried your hardest to communicate that with the hug, hoping he understood.

What you didn’t know was that, while Marc wasn’t normally as much of a touch lover as Jake or Steven, he could still tell that this hug was simply filled with raw, pure, love. His dad was never the type to give him a hug, it was just something they never did. Especially around his mom. The last hug he probably ever got was from Layla, before the whole Egyptian god thing.

So he stood stunned for a second before gently hugging back. You smiled and leaned into the nape of his neck. It felt like a cosmic want, to be as close to him as possible. And so we stood there for what felt like an eternity of bliss.

You pulled away and lightly held his forearms and stared into his eyes.

“Marc Spector. I love you so so so much. I am the luckiest person in the world to have found you. You are loveable. You are loved by me.”

Your hand moved to softly cradle his cheek and wipe away a stray tear. His eyes were watering and his brow had an adorable crease in the middle.

“I love you in every way that I know how. You are more than enough. You are my universe”

You finished and leaned in to kiss him. His lips met yours, and in that moment, in every universe, you fell in love 100 times over.

When you finally broke for air, you leaned together, foreheads touching. His thumbs rubbed circles over your hands, careful not to disturb the gauze. And you stood, in the middle of the cozy flat. The late afternoon sun casts a soft hue over everything, emulating the warmth in your heart. ‘This is our home. They are my home.’ you thought.

He pulled back before hooking his hands around your hips, his eyes still staring into yours.

“I love you. I know it’s not the most romantic way to say it, but I would relive every single part of my life 100 times over, if it meant I still get to see you every time I wake up”

Your brain quickly floundered. Marc had told you about his past. About Wendy. About Randall. About his alcoholism. And he said he would do it all 100 times over??? Just for you?? You were damn near speechless.

‘Holy shit. I think I just fell in love all over again.’ You thought before giving him a watery smile. “Even if I wake you up early?” You laughed.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes. Even if you wake me up despicably early.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. In actuality, your heart was on fire for this man. You’ve never felt so much love and happiness in your life. He let out a soft chuckle before leaning in for a kiss. Right as you were about to too, the oven beeped.

“Oh shit! The peppers!” You quickly left his soft hold and grabbed the oven mitt. Taking out your peppers you turned and saw Marc looking at you like you kicked a puppy.

“What? I couldn’t forget my peppers!” You said innocently as you turned the oven off. The peppers in question were burnt beyond saving.

“You are so going to pay for that,” Marc smirked from across the island

You were almost tempted to play dumb, but the look in his eyes was obvious.

“Mhmm yeah definitely, but is that gonna be before or after we eat plain charred bell peppers for dinner?” You said sarcastically motioning to the empty counter.

He simply shrugged before walking around and saying “I guess that depends on how long the delivery guy takes.” He said fake innocently.

Your hands went to his shoulders, peppers long forgotten. “Or we could just ask them to drop it at the door, no interruptions required…” You whispered softly in his ear.

Something in his eyes shifted before you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and carried to the bedroom. “Put me down, Marc!!” You laughed tightening your grip around his neck.

“We still have to place the order!” You joked as he made his way through the flat. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you as we walked through the flat. “Good lord, are you trying to make me beg for it?” He playfully raised his eyebrow.

“Maaaaybe,” You said barely containing your smile and looking away.

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “If anything-“

“Marc!” You laughed, “Before you finish that sentence I need to remind you that we are both fully clothed. And that’s a problem that needs to be solved.” He looked down at you before gently setting you down on the bed.

“A problem? Whatever will we do about that?” He smiled as the door clicked shut.

Let’s just thank the lord that UberEats still delivers at 3 am.

[hitozy]

have you ever ‹ masterlist › denouement

tw! manipulation, mentioned underage sex, dubious consent, cheating. i also want to point out that reader is around 2-3 years younger than Iwaizumi, while Jae and Iwa are the same age. ps. this is a long chp :)

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞

Iwaizumi has no idea of what has possessed him tonight. He doesn't know why he's walking around the city in the middle of the night a day before he should be on his way home.

He doesn't know why after the celebration he didn't follow his teammates. He doesn't know why he has barely answered your texts since after the game.

He also doesn't know why he agreed to go and see Jae, to hear her out.

He's been doing fine so far, seven months Jae clean and while the first three were bumpy; your company had made it easier to deal with. Your cheerfulness, your happiness, the adventures you've both have been planning have taken his mind off the broken heart he was nursing.

She continued to contact him, even when he begged her not to and blocking her phone was no use, she just got a new one and tried again and again. His resolve was diluted and he knew it would be a matter of time before he fell into his old habits.

lil jae: congrats on the win haji! let me invite you to a drink, im in town.

-

Iwaizumi recalls an old memory from back in high school, a few weeks before moving to California, you were sitting on his bed helping him organize his suitcase with 'essentials'. His clothes all over the place but as always, you showed enthusiasm at helping him out.

He remembers you giggling and calling him a dork while folding his Godzilla themed underwear and placing it inside his suitcase. He remembers the way you hummed some songs that you had just placed on your shared playlist because 'it's kinda your style' and it kinda is. He even remembers what you were wearing, a pair of black running shorts and a blue tank top. When you reached over the edge of his bed for his fallen socks, your cleavage was visible to his eyes, 'If a man ever peers down his shirt', he thought, 'I'll kill him without hesitating.'

But what he remembers the most is you pulling out an old shoe box from under said bed, a shoe box that held his most treasured things. Pictures from his childhood that matched the ones on your bedroom wall, doddles from your hand, your favorite flowers pressed inside a copy of your favorite book, short stories and poems, snippets of stories never finished from you. He'll never forget your teary eyes and happy smile when he took the box from you, emptying the contents carefully inside his backpack. The hug you gave him afterward still sets his heart on fire, nothing has ever been more lovely than you and your happy smile.

He also remembers Jae coming into his room right during your hug, wearing an empty smile on her face, her eyes red and raging. He's only ever seen her this mad whenever he's with you and he still doesn't get it.

She stay's to "help" when in reality all she does is glare at yn the whole time. It helps that you don't even mind the glares or the bad mood, joking that 'Jae's grumpy because we couldn't go to the movies today'.

It was late afternoon when you left, Iwaizumi had given you a bag filled with some of his stuff - things he knew you loved and adored, things he couldn't take. He watched you get inside your parents car and wave him goodbye, even though you both knew he'd be coming through your window in a few hours for movie night.

He remembers when he came back inside to find Jae naked on his bed. How angry she was and how she took it out on sex, the tension so palpable he could taste it. Once it was over, she walked towards his backpack and pulled out all of YN's things and that's when it clicked. She was mad because he was taking stuff about YN and not her, she made it clear when Jae told him, 'What the fuck is this.'

-

He remembers that hours later, he finds himself in your room squeaky clean and wearing nothing but his sweatpants and socks, his back against your front with his head against your breasts. He hadn't told you that Jae broke up with him, but he knew you had figured out he was sad because your arms cradled him since he got situated there and had not moved since.

How Jae said she wouldn't move with him in the end. How she had decided to stay in Japan and have him go to California all alone in the end, just because she wanted him to. How he begged her to come, to stay with him, to not leave him and how he watched her get dressed to go home. How she winked at him as she left with a, "Call me once you're in Cali."

How she only wants to go out when she knows he has plans with you. How she only cares about him when you're around or how messed up and used he feels ever since she took his virginity during your 14th birthday party.

He feels disgusting sometimes after sex with Jae, disgusted with himself on how wrong it is but how much he loves her still.

He didn't have to say any of that to you, the kiss on the forehead you just gave him eased it all away anyway.

-

He remembers all of this while he's kissing Jae in her hotel room, her dress and underwear discarded somewhere in the room, his cock buried deep inside of her like a starved man, Her nails racking down his chest from his unbuttoned shirt as she moaned at the feeling.

When Jae separates herself from him with half lidded eyes, she smirks, "I bet my little cousin can't even kiss right, the little virgin." She kisses the column of his neck, grazing her teeth against the skin, getting ready to mark him as hers and even though he doesn't agree with her, he stays quiet.

A memory burst through his mind as he pounds into Jae. The way your sighed his name when he settled himself inside of you, the way your nails scratched his back when he hit your G-spot, the way you moaned when his thumb circled your clit; your gummy, tight walls griped him as you came, with his name on your lips. Your soft, pillow lips that have only been his, only kissed him.

"Be safe out there, Hajime! I'll be waiting for you!" She smiled as she kissed him goodbye by the front door.

He turned to deepen the kiss, pulling her closer to him like a starved man, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna runaway, mochi."

As he walked down the steps of his house, he heard her say "I miss you already."

It's then that Iwaizumi snaps out of it.

He pushes her off of him and steps back until his back is against the wall, feeling disgusted with himself in a way he hasn't since they broke up.

"I can't do this, I won't do this, I-" he pushes himself off the wall, tucking himself in and picking up his stuff, "Never again, Jae."

Jae watches him leave, a sinister smile spreading across her face. Her gaze steady as his figure disappears into the night, "If you think you can just up and go, Haji, you are very mistaken."

She walks to where she hid her phone and chuckles as she presses send, "Lets see what my little cousin has to say, hmm?"

-

Iwaizumi was worried, it wasn't normal for you to not answer his calls or texts. He was on the road back home with the team, their ruckus would usually give him a headache, but right now? Right now he can't focus on anything except the little 'unread' mark at the bottom of his last text to you.

my one: mochi? r u ok? im on my way back home

-

He didn't expect to come back home and find you in the living room in silence. Your eyes rimmed red and puffy from crying, you didn't have to say anything for him to know what had happened.

Jae told you.

He wish he could be surprised, but Jae had been nothing but a devil all this time and he can't believe he never saw it until now. Until he married you, an angel.

"Mochi, I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry, please talk to me." He knelt at your feet, his hands on your knees trying to get you to look at him. His guilt crashing down brick by brick, he should have never gone out to see her.

"I know this means nothing to you, mochi. But I'll never see her again, only when its a family reunion or you're with me."

Silence.

"There is no excuse, but yn, please, look at me, let me explain."

She pushes him off a bit, without much force as if her sadness took away all her strength and his heart clenched. How could he do this to his best friend? Lie and lie, again and again and again.

YN-”

“No, STOP! You- you got your say, now it’s my turn.” She's shaking and her breaths are short. She's starting to have a panic attack.

I get up and advance towards her slowly, “YN you need to calm down. Here,” I place my hand on her back, “let me-”

She pushes me off, her back towards me, “Please, don’t touch me. Please, please, please.” She's sobbing and its hurts so so much.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

“Remember your breathing exercises, mochi. In and out. In…”

Eventually her breathing normalizes but she still won't look at me and it takes all of my strength to not touch her.

“All I ever wanted was for you to love me, Hajime.”

Whoever said words can never hurt someone, has never been in my place. She just stabbed me without a knife and its more painful than I ever imagined.

“I wanted you to love me, to see me as your wife, as a woman but you didn’t. You don’t and I- it hurts so much.”

“But, mochi, you said you would marry me so we didn’t end up with strangers.”

“I know.”

“Then why-”

“I lied. I’ve loved you since the moment you came into my life. I’ve loved you for years, even before Jae came into the picture. I’ve loved you so so so much, I love you so much.”

“… you know about Jae? Since when?!” I made the mistake of reaching out for her, she pushed me back and said nothing. The dread of her knowing, of her finding out before today makes me sick.

“If you knew then why did you marry me!? Did you think I would change? That my feelings would change? You know I’m not like that.”

“I do know. I- thought that maybe-, but then it was clear that nothing would change but, I made a promise to you and I said it in our vows.”

“YN-”

“I know the mistake is mine. I know what all the blame is mine to take, I know it and I accept it. I’m sorry, Hajime, that’s me that you have to stay with.”

She finally turns to look at me, but I wish she hadn't. The tears are flowing steadily down her cheeks to her neck. I did this to her, I hurt her again and again, without thinking. No, without watching. Because if I had paid attention to her like Jae did, I might have seen it sooner.

“We could get a divorce, you know. That way you can stop getting hurt. Stop your heart from breaking. You don’t deserve this.”

“It’s okay. I- I give you permission to do it, to break my heart forever.”

“…What?”

She takes my hand, and in-between the tears she smiles at me as if her heart wasn't breaking in two. As if I didn't shatter her dreams for a few sloppy seconds, “It’s okay, I know what I signed up for, I knew it from the beginning. I guess I just didn’t want to accept it. So go ahead, break my heart, break it into a million pieces! I give you permission, Iwaizumi Hajime, please just - don’t leave me.”

I can't say anything, what am I supposed to say? My sweet, sweet girl is hurt and damaged and all she wants is for me to stay. I feel disgusted in a way I never did with Jae, because instead of being used, I am using her.

I bring her into my arms, and say the only words that have actual meaning between us, "I love you, mochi."

"I- I'll do better, I promise. Please YN," He gripped her shoulders tightly, "Please forgive me, I'll do whatever just, I'm so sorry, baby."

He can feel the tears spilling onto his shirt, a scorching pain expanding through his chest at the consequences of his actions. He hurt the one person who didn't deserve it, who he promised to keep safe and happy.

"Hajime, please take a bath, I wanna sleep without the smell of Jae."

His heart dropped at her words, he forgot that he had just upped and left from Jae's, only changing his clothes for comfort. His skin still smelled like her. As he separated from her, he kissed her forehead, "Join me?"

-

He laid on the bed with her hours later, her head on his chest where he could see her puffy eyes. She had washed him thoroughly to the point were he thought she had scrubbed him raw, and he couldn't blame her - he wanted to do the same since the beginning.

He pulled her closer, practically on top of him and felt her heartbeat against his own. He had done something terrible and he needed to fix it, fix this. So he needed to take the first step.

to lil jae: for someone who says they love me, u sure like to make me miserable. i don't know why u hate yn so much and tbh i don't care anymore. i don't want to see u or talk to u ever again. if u contact me, i'm gonna get a restraining order, jae. i can't do this anymore.

to lil jae: goodbye jae.

do you wish to block this number?

yes.

Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir,— A presence of departed acts At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul,         And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,—the disease Not even God can heal;         For ’t is His institution,— The complement of hell.

Remorse is memory awake - Emily Dickinson

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a/n! *hands you all this and runs* i'll see you soon for chp11~

but in all seriousness, i wrote this chapter with my heart on my sleeve. love is truly the strongest curse and for it to be unrequired? imagine it.

now, i'm off to write the next part! and i am sorry :) ♥

[isabellitah]

Hi! May I request a headcanon with the reader (number eight) and the siblings, where the reader is like super caring to all of them? Thank you! 💕

🤍 HARGREEVES x SIBLING

Title : babie hen

Pairing : none

Warning : a few cuss words and this is long ok

Request : Hi! May I request a headcanon with the reader (number eight) and the siblings, where the reader is like super caring to all of them? Thank you! 💕

Note : Hiii 🤍 i hope this is to your liking hehe

i made a wholeass scenario before i reread the request and noticed the word hEADCANON SO IM V SORRY THAT THIS WAS DELAYED I-

anyway-

Number Eight-

ah yes, the sweetest babie in the whole world, as mentioned by Klaus at some point in their lives

said babie is also their mother hen- well, aside from Allison that is

Luther Hargreeves

eightie always makes sure that Luther never overworks himself

and when he does, your always there for him

making sure he’s hydrated

feeding him lil snacks so that he isn’t starving

i bet you sliced off the crusts of the sandwich bc we all know Luther can be a big babie too hmph

and you’re just overall being there for him, supporting him like any sister would do for their older brother

but when he tries to over overwork himself, which is rare as it only happens when he’s anxious about something, you bet your ass you trapped him in a water sphere and nyoomed him to his room and onto his bed- basically forcing him to rest gorl he’s wet he has to shower before napping but ok-

now that that big babie is in his room, time to check on big babie number two-

Diego Hargreeves

Diego- the lil menace currently chasing Klaus with knives for who knows what reason

you weren’t even gonna ask

it’s nothing new

but anway-

you called them for snacks thus ending their “game of tag”

game of tag my ass-

more like pin the dagger on Klaus

while eating the sandwiches you made them, you noticed a lil bit of jam on the corner of Diego’s mouth

the moment Klaus ran off after eating his sandwich, and Diego stood up to follow him, you took a napkin, licked it a bit, and wiped the jam off of Diego’s face

lil murderous babie blushed and whined at you to stop

you kept wiping at his skin as though the jam was still there just to play with him

anyway, after you stopped, he quickly left to - maybe - go find Klaus

before he left though, he turned to you, wrapped his arms around you, mumbled a quick “thank you eightie” and ran off

keeping in mind where your three siblings are, you decided to go find Allison

Allison Hargreeves

surprisingly, you find both Allison panicking in her room

apparently Luther asked her out and she doesn’t know what to wear, how to style her hair, how to do her make-up, should she wear ma-

she was freaking out bc she never thought Luther would gather his wits and actually ask her out !!!

she wasn’t prepared ok

and u forced Luther to sleep i- reminder to wake him up later

maybe he tried to over overwork himself bc he’s nervous about their date oop

you immediately entered the room and shut the door behind you

first date, so it should be a good experience ok

keeping this in mind, you calmly told her to sit down on her bed and take sips of from the glass of water beside her bed

going through her closet and picking out a casual outfit was easy- Allison has great taste so it wasn’t a challenge at all

clothes and shoes done, and Allison is now calm

you gently lead her to her vanity and slowly started doing a half-up half-down hairdo

for her makeup, you went with a natural makeup- neutral eyeshadow, mascara, a bit of blush, and red lipstick

dress on, heels on, hair done, makeup done, sister immaculate

you were done

simple yet elegant- was how she looked

standing behind the seated woman known as your sister, you slightly teared up- you don’t know why exactly but you-

you felt like a proud mom aww

Allison hugged you and thank you profusely

“Don’t you dare ruin my masterpiece,” you threatened with a wink

you were rewarded with a giggle and a smile

dismissing yourself while she went ahead and took selfies,

you immediately went to go look for Luther i-

after waking him up, it wasn’t hard to stop his whining and convince him to start moving,

you just had to remind him of his date with Allison

and poof

mans was gone

nah not really- he just went to go change

anyway-

now that you think about it- how’s Klaus?

with that thought in mind, you went out of Luther’s room in search of your high brother

Klaus Hargreeves

you found him in the wine cellar

of course

“Klaus, what’re you doing here?”

“Eightie! Fancy seeing you here 🤍 how are you? I haven’t seen you since you fed me that sandwich- great sandwich by the way; the filling was mwah chef’s kiss,”

he said smiling while holding onto vodka 🤍

you internally rolled your eyes and grabbing his wrist, led him upstairs and into his room

you sat down on his bed with your back comfortably resting on his headrest

he just stood their looking resigned

he knew what was about to happen

you do this at least once a week

secretly he was happy though

these weekly talks always made him feel light by the end of the conversation

anyway, he laid down with his head onto your lap

the moment you started combing your hand through his hair, he spilled everything that bothered him

how his power still scared him- seeing the dead anywhere and everywhere

some trying to talk to him

some just creepily staring at him

and some- some trying to harm him

and that he sometimes felt useless or like a nobody in the family

how he felt like such a disappointment

you listened to everything - even to the ones he never said out loud - calmly and patiently

and when he was done, you slowly started refuting everything he said with various memories

his powers once helped you both help a lost soul find his way back home

he always tries to lighten the mood whenever the tension in the room gets high

he’s always there for all of you, offering his love, whenever and wherever

he sets back his problems in order to help you all solve your problems first

the more memories you recall, the better Klaus felt about himself

and that’s what mattered

Five, Ben, and Vanya Hargreeves

after staying to talk with Klaus for a bit longer, you excused yourself after he claimed to be taking a nap

walking around, you hear faint rustling from inside the study room

walking in, you see Five, Ben, and Vanya in various positions by the couch

Five was sitting on the floor, back pressed against couch

Ben was leaning against the arm of the couch with his legs on top of Vanya’s

and Vanya was sitting cross legged on the couch

all three were listening to Ben read a poem

a poem possibly written by him considering the book he was reading was journal

you were about to excuse yourself to give them their privacy when Ben called you over and invited you

looking at your other two siblings and receiving a nod, you thanked them and sat on the floor beside Five who then leaned his head onto the top of your head- yes, you were short

Ben continued reading the poem and you were right- it was poem

a poem that seemed to be about his feelings

you were saddened by how he felt when you were younger but hearing how he feels now boosted your mood- especially when you heard that your siblings were a big factor on why he felt happy and motivated nowadays

hearing a faint grumble beside you, you tapped Five’s thigh to get his head off you so that you can get up

after some grumbling and whining from the man-child, you got up and said you’ll be right back

you left after kissing their cheeks, earning a smile and a blush from Ben, a smile from Vanya, and a pout from Five who still didn’t want you to leave

you pinched his cheek for good measure before running off giggling

arriving at the kitchen, you were surprised - but not really - to see Five there

apparently he went into the kitchen “to help you carry things”

sure- he just wanted to see what you’d make

and so you made them all sandwiches and trimmed the sides off of course which earned youa pleased hum from your ever so helpful brother

his sandwich, after his persistence, had two extra marshmallows

after making their sandwiches you convinced him to head on first with them

and once he left, you went on to make tea for yourself, juice for both Ben and Vanya, and your special brew for Five

once entering the room, the tray of drinks was immediately snatched from you and popped onto the table with Five wearing a cat got the canary grin, “ahh the only person in the world who knows how to make a proper blend- aside from me of course.”

you rolled your eyes and thanked him for his rare compliment on your coffee making skills

Ben and Vanya thanked you for the snacks and you beamed at them and kissed their cheeks as a reply

which led to Five asking you where his kiss was

knowing you’ll get nowhere arguing with him, you kissed his cheek while he was in the middle of ranting of why he deserves a kiss too

which led to his rant being cut off and him spluttering while slowly turning red

which led to you, Vanya, and Ben laughing which resulted in Five slowly smiling and joining your laughter as well

and that’s how you spent your afternoon- the four youngest siblings bonding- talking and laughing about anything and everything under the sun until you ran out of topics and just laid in comfortable silence to the point where you all fell asleep

and that’s how the eldest four siblings found you-

Allison placed a blanket over all of you before leaving with Luther to go on their date

Diego took the trays, plates, and cups you used for your snacks and brought them downstairs before leaving to gomeet with Detective Patch

and Klaus- Klaus laid down next to you so you were in between him and Five and feel asleep almost immediately

the first sleep he’s had in years that didn’t contain nightmares- and of course it was because you were there

you were always there for him- for all of them, really

you never shyed away from showing affection

and you never failed to show your love and care for them

ever

[imaginesmai]

Alfie Solomons-Bad words and bad luck

Plot: Alfie and you have a bet going on; if he doesn’t say any bad words until night, you’ll let him do whatever he wants in bed. 

Warnings: bad language (it’s Alfie, come on), fluff and a little bit of violence at the end.

A soft pillow rubbed against your cheek when you moved your head, warm blankets enveloping your body. The first rays of sun were filling your room and, behind you, Alfie’s nose nuzzled your neck. It was a winter morning; the window was frozen and your nose was cold from being outside the blankets all night. Sundays were your official day off, and you didn’t think about leaving that bed soon. Alfie didn’t have to work on the bakery, and your library was closed that day. It was perfect.

-          Pet? -he asked, his voice rough and deep. You felt his arms drag you closer to his body.

-          Yes darling?

-          Can you, yeah, stay fuckin’ still, love? Cause I can’t fuckin’ sleep, right. -he grumbled, gripping you tighter.

-          Do you think you can curse a little bit less? -you laughed softly and turned around, so you were looking at his perfect bearded face. -You punish your guys when they say bad words in front of me. Then, look at you, with your sailor mouth.

-          That’s, love, that’s ‘ncalled, isn’t it? -he opened one eye. – Those lads don’t know how to fuckin’ behave in front of a, right, fine lady like you.

-          And you do? -you teased, kissing his lips softly.

-          If you keep wearin’ that attitude, pet. -he was fully awake by then. -I shud be puttin’ my mouth to ‘nother use, hm?

You laughed again, feeling happiness fill your chest. You had been in a relationship with the dangerous gangster for five years, and each day was like the first one. He found you after the war, in the streets like a stray dog. Your now ex-husband has throwed you out of your own house when he found out that you were not pregnant with his child; he wanted to be a father when he came back from the battle field and left to the war with that dream. That night, he roughed you up a bit and put you on the street with just a little suitcase.

What was supposed to be a nightmare, turned into a lucky strike after a month. Starved, lonely and scared, you were found by Alfie when he was going back home one night; and after a talk and a bath, he decided to keep you with him. Sure, he found your ex-husband and hang him from his insides from a tree; but apart from that, he was a calm and sweet man with you.

-          I’m hungry, Alfie. -you complained, feeling your gangster’s hand traveling down your nightgown.

-          Come on, pet, don’ be like that, right? -he said, face buried deep in your neck. -Lil old me ‘ere wants to fuck you good, don’ I?

-          Let’s make a deal. -you got up from bed, readjusting your nightgown. -If you can spend all day without saying any bad word, tonight we’ll do as you please.

-          Sure ‘bout that, love? -he let out a deep chuckle. -Cause I can, yeah, restrain mysel’, but I’m not sure, am I, that you’re gonna endure tonigh’.

-          Who do you think I am, Mr Solomon’s? -you arched your brow. -You won’t even last to midday.

-          Keep watchin’ me, love. -Alfie got up too and left the room to make breakfast. -I’m gonna be the fu- best, I mean, right, best da-, no, I’m gonna be the best gentleman!

The day turned out to be quite funny. At breakfast, Alfie was mostly quiet. You were not a talkative couple, as the gangster liked to communicate with grunts and scoffs, and sometimes his accent was so closed that you couldn’t even understand him; you were okay with that, as you preferred to be shown you’re loved that to be told. However, that day was not because of that. Each time Alfie opened his mouth, he had to stop himself before saying “fuck” or “damn”. And stopping midsentence made him more nervous if that was possible; so yeah, it was being hard for him not to say bad words. After lunch, you took Cyril out for a walk. It was cold, with clouds in the sky, and a few droplets of rain; and, of course, the dog didn’t want to go out.

-          You kiddin’ me, dog? -he scoffed, running a hand through his beard, frustrated. -You see this, right, love? This fuc-dog, knows bout our deal, yeah. And is on your side. Knows whats ‘appening.

-          Alfie, it’s cold! -you gave him his cane before he could ask about it. -Cyril knows nothing, just that he doesn’t want to get out. Don’t you?

Your little talk with the dog made Alfie scoff; why did you give attention to the dog and not to him? Cyril barked happily and licked your face, making you fall to your butt between laughs. Alfie had to pull his belt before he crushed your body with his, and without saying another word, he opened the door and left with Cyril.

Your walk was peaceful and calm; once the dog discovered puddles, he loved the decision of taking a walk while it was raining. Soon, and even if he was a little angry, Alfie’s arm found your shoulders and bought you closer to his warm body. You snuzzled you face against him and wrapped yourself around his waist. You talked to a few people, stopped in some showcases and Alfie paid a quick visit to the bakery. It was your free day, but you didn’t mind, as you knew that it was important for him. There, Ollie greeted him and told him that everything was going on just fine. He left you for a while to watch one of the machines, and, not wanting to be inside, you waited for him by the door.

One of Alfie’s man followed you outside, making sure you were safe. Cyril, who had been left alone tied to a post, barked happily when he saw you again. You were petting the big dog’s head when Alfie and Ollie came back.

-          We’re don’, love. -he smiled and took the dog’s belt. -Keep an eye on those lads, will you, Ollie?

-          Of course, sir. -the boy replied. -Have a good-

-          Ollie. -you called him again sweetly. -Did Alfie say any bad words?

-          Wh-what?

-          You don’t ‘ave to say anything, right, boy. -he warned him. -Pet, you weren’t with me, yeah. So, it doesn’ count.

-          But it does! The deal was not bad words in all day. Ollie? -you asked again.

-          I…- the boy could feel the threatening stare of his boss. -I’m sorry miss Y/N, I can’t really remember.

The boy ran away quickly, shutting the door with force and making Cyril bark at it looking for danger. Alfie laughed and put you under his arm again, making you pout.

-          That’s not fair! He’s too afraid of you to say the truth.

-          Love, lad’s fuc- just loyal, isn’t it? -he kissed the top of your head. -You’ll, yeah, ‘ave to believe me.

-          I bet you said more swearwords down there that actual words. -you scoffed. -You’re-

-          Yeah, a liar, love. I know. -before you could talk again, he beat you to it. -Can you beliv’ there is a fuc- a fun fair in town?

-          A fair? -you frowned. -Where? And who told you that?

-          Ollie’s cousin, yeah, he has had a little’ un. So, I asked ‘im and he told me little thin’ was at the fair.

-          Can we go? -your eyes lighted up, forgetting about your little argument. -Please, please, I’ve never been to one!

-          What? -he turned to look at you. -You’ve never been to a fair, pet?

-          As a child I couldn’t afford it. And well, before…

-          I, right, I’m takin’ you today, ain’t I. -he interrupted you, smiling. -It’s gonna be the fu-best day for you, love, yeah.

Who was more excited about it, you didn’t know. It was hard for Alfie to keep his excitement away from bad words, but so far, he was doing well.

The town fair was huge. After letting Cyril free, he was a free dog who went and came as he wished so he could find the way home, you stepped inside it. There were a lot of people, and you found yourself gripping Alfie’s hand for dear life. He nearly punched a poor kid when he pushed you without meaning it and shouted to a woman who pulled you away from his grip. Your first stop was a little roller coaster where you forced Alfie to ride with you. Then, you watched a magic show; the best part was that it ended quickly, and Alfie sarcastic comments started. After that, Alfie bought you cotton candy, and you sat in a bench eating it and laughing.

-          An’ he fainted, right. -Alfie told you. -My ol’ man ate, right, so much cotton candy, that he fainted, love. Right in front of my face, ain’t he.

-          And you left him there? -your stomach was hurting from laughing so hard.

-          Couldn’ do anything, could I. -he smiled. -He was fuc- heavy, my ol’ folk was heavy, right pet.

-          So, you can carry a bag full of rum, but you can’t help your dad?

-          You saying I’m a bad, yeah, a bad son? -he smiled and leaned forward. -Take care, yeah, pet, cause I migh’ be a bad daddy tonigh’.

His lips found yours and you could taste the sweet candy in his mouth. It was really intoxicating, and your hands found his soft beard. You expected it to be sticky with sugar, but it was surprisingly soft, and you couldn’t help a soft moan leaving your lips. How you wished to feel those lips between your legs. With care of not lifting your dress, you sat in his lap; watching for any type of discomfort from his back to go away. Alfie only gripped you tightly and soon you were making out in a bench away from curious eyes. Your hands were tugging softly at his hair, and his smacked your ass suddenly. You parted lips for air once again, and when he leaned forward to catch them, you moved again, and he found instead your cheek.

-          You’ll have to wait until tonight, “mate”. -you told him, giving him a sweet peck and getting up.

-          You’re, yeah, you’re a bad girl, ain’t you? -he got up, too, adjusting his tight pants. -Fuc- Wait til tonigh’, love, cause you’re gonna wish you ‘aven’t done tha’, right.

-          I’m so scared. -you mocked him. -Come on, Alfie. I’m not leaving the fair until you get me one prize.

And he did, more than one. He went without thinking to the shooting stall and left the man with his mouth hang open when he took out his own gun and knocked over all the tricked tins. You didn’t know if the man gave you the teddies because Alfie won or because he got scared. But you walked home with a teddy bigger than you while Alfie carried a little unicorn and a dolphin. It was already night time when you were getting too tired to carry the damn thing.

-          Pet, you okay down there? -he asked. He had offered to carry the teddy, but you had refused; you were carrying it all the way, even if you couldn’t see where you were going.

-          Yes. Of course, I got it. -after a while you added. -Where are we, by the way? How much until home?

-          I see, yeah, totally got it, right pet. -he laughed. -Jut ‘bit more, yeah. I can see Cyril from ‘ere. Keeps guard like a good dog.

-          I can’t wait to fucking feel my arms again.

-          Wha’ was that, love? -Alfie’s laugh got louder, and you smiled at his true happiness. -You better watch, right, watch that mouth, don’t you?

-          Alfie, I swear-

-          No bad words, Y/N. Or I’ll ‘ave to punish you, right, pet? And, ‘ell, you ain’t gonna like it, yeah.

The little road to your home was made between laughs and jokes, and when you arrived Cyril nuzzled against your legs before going to the backyard. Alfie opened the door and you ran towards your bedroom to leave the big teddy on the bed, hearing Alfie’s laugh from behind you. Maybe you should have seen him before or felt that something wasn’t right when you were running up the stairs. The lights were off, and as your hands were busy, you didn’t turn them on. The last step of the stairs was the worst one, and you felt that your arms were going to fall off; so, you left the teddy in a chair and caught your breath, ready to take it again and go to your room.

Three things happened at the same time; the first one, you heard a shot fired downstairs, Cyril barking like crazy and Alfie calling your name desperate. Then, an enormous body appeared in front of you and pushed you back. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if you had been in the first floor, or down with your amazing boyfriend; but you were at the top of the stairs, and the last thing you remembered before hitting your head hard was another shot being fired.

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Alfie saw you running up the stairs like a mad woman, and he laughed loudly. He couldn’t remember a time where he was that happy, and each day was grateful for having your cheerful form with him. While you went to your shared room, he walked towards the main switch. Alfie turned the lights on and waited to feel the light in the living room; but it didn’t happen. Trying once again, he looked towards the light box and saw it open. Cyril low growl made him understand that he hadn’t let it open, and before the man behind him could blink, Alfie turned around and shot him between the eyes. His next reaction was to call out for you while Cyril barked and chased a smaller man, who ran away terrified of the dog.

Walking as fast as his leg let him, he arrived to the stairs in time to see the big man push you down. Life seemed to stop for Alfie, and all he could hear was your surprised gasp and his ragged breathing. He knew that his legs could not carry him fast enough to caught you, so he did the only thing he knew; he shot the man in the head before he could even think about hurting you again. A loud thud broke him out of his gaze, and he ran up a few stairs to break your fall. Not that it was really useful, as when he caught you, your wrist was bended in a strange angle and a huge gash covered your head.

-          Love? Don’ fuckin’ do this to me, yeah, pet. -he shook you while he noticed neighbours calling at his door after hearing the shots. -This better be a damn joke, right? Cause, if something happen’ to you, I’m losing it, Y/N.

-          Sir? -he heard a voice outside. -Sir, are you okay? We heard shots!

-          Call a fuckin’ ambulance, you idiot! -he shouted back, feeling the tears filling his eyes. -Be useful and get som’ help!

Alfie kept cradling your body in his arms, trying to get the blood out of your beautiful face. It didn’t matter, more came out of the wound and he couldn’t keep your clean. Cyril was sitting at your feet, letting out sad whimpers and rubbing his head against your leg, waiting for you to pet it. When the doctor showed up, Alfie was a mess of cries and anger, and he could only show her one room where she could treat you. Another man came in, to help the doctor, and soon everything was the same except the puddle of blood and your absence.

While you were being treated, Alfie cleaned the floor and called Ollie; after a few minutes, some boys were in your house trying to figure out who hurt his boss’ girl, and others were looking around town for the guy who ran away. Ollie dragged the bodies away, and made it seem that no one died in there. They told the doctor that you had fallen down the stairs, and she was smart enough not to ask questions. She stitched you up and put a bandage around your wrist; then gave Alfie some pain meds and left. He sat with you in the bed, waiting for you to wake up.

-          Boss? -Ollie asked from the door.

-          Don’ have a ‘ome, boy?

-          We’ve found the guy who ran away, sir. -Alfie looked at him but stayed quiet. -He’s at the bakery, being held down. We are waiting for your orders.

-          Keep him there, right. Good tied down, get out a tooth or two, yeah. -his voice was low. -Goin’ to make ‘im regret he was born. Wait ‘til mornin’, boy.

-          Goodnight, Mr Solomons. -after a while, he added. -I’m going to stay here the night, if you don’t mind. Just to make sure nothing else happen. Or if you need anything. If you want that, of course, boss.

-          ‘key. -he whispered.

When the boy left, he smiled a little; Ollie was a good kid, and it felt good having someone caring about him. He stroked your head softly a few times, avoiding your wound, and laid with you in bed after taking off his clothes and yours. Your soft breath was hitting his neck, and your heartbeat was his proof that you were alive and that it was worthy waiting until next morning to kill that bastard. With your small body hugging his big one and a lot of bad words and threats running through his mind, he felt himself drifting off consciousness.

-          You said fucking. -your soft voice woke him up, and he wasted no time in kissing all your face.

-          Fuckin’ ‘ell, you gave me a lil scare back there, right. So, I’ll be damned, yeah, if I let you out of my sight anytime soon. -you kept laughing as his beard tickled you. -Anything hurts, pet?

-          I’m fine, Alfie. -you smiled, and sat on his hips.

-          Wha’ are you doin’? Don’ you know nothing? -Alfie complained, trying to get you off him. -Y/N, you’ve been pushed down the stairs, yeah, so take it fuckin’ easy.

-          You lost the bet. -you raised a cocky brow. -I heard you, saying all those bad words.

-          Are you joking, lov’? -he laughed. -Our stupid bet ain’t nothing compared to our problem. There was some lad in our house, right.

-          Big bad gangster is scared now? -you laid with care on him and started leaving soft kisses on his neck.

-          Lil ol’ me’s not scared, pet. I’m jus’ worrie- motherfucker, Y/N. -he moaned when you sucked a hickey under his ear.

-          As you’ve lost, I’m in charge tonight. -before he could say something, you added. -And my brave and amazing gangster needs to rest, so let me pleasure you. 

-          Pet? -he smiled at you, pushing your hips against him.

-          Yes, darling?

-          You’re gonna be the death of me.

[emeraldbabygirl]

It was moments like this shared in my kitchen wrapped in one another slow dancing to no tune. We sway back and forth around the island, giggling and kissing all the while. Sehyoon’s gaze tangles with mine like his fingers do my hair, pulling me closer to his hips, chests suffocatingly squished together, melding into one being. My own hand finds his scalp, raking sharp nails through ashen locks. His tongue meets mine for their own tango till I can think of only him. He smells like cinnamon and cloves matching his smokey grin when he pulls back, a lone string of saliva reminisce of how stupid he kissed me. Sehyoon’s hands ghost down my exposed neck to my chest, fondling my nipples through the thin material covering them, ever slipping further down to my thighs, kneading the covered flesh with a hum. He presses his forehead to mine, eyes aflame like supernovae, I can’t help but crane his jaw to slant his lips back on mine, this kiss wetter, messier, drool seeping down my chin. When he pulls back this time, Sehyoon clears his throat, a moan threatening to form as I move my knee between his legs to grind it against his cock in his chaps. The look he gives is wild and tells me not to stop, so I don’t, taking it further by boldly replacing my leg with the hand not abusing his hair follicles.

Sehyoon licks his lips twice, once to wet them, again to gauge my reaction. It was the little things that turned me on the most, he was well aware. With his own hand and intentions, Sehyoon pulls me from my ministrations, lifting my hand to put a gentle peck on the back. “I’m not going nowhere no time soon.” Sehyoon leans me against the dining table, head dipping to suck at the skin of my throat till he finds that spot that has my hips jumping to push against his with a short whine. “I want to take it slow. I’ve missed you.” His confession brings warmth to my chest, I want to hold him close and never let go, kiss him until he says stop, tell him ‘I love you’ over and over until he can’t question who my heart resides with. “May I touch you?” I nod vigorously, desperate for friction. Sehyoon shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. “I need to hear you say it, darlin’.” He emphasises his words by letting me go, putting at least three inches between us, leaving me cold and annoyed.

I straighten my back and tilt my head back to stare evenly with the man denying my pleasure. I smile sweetly, creeping closer till I can wrap a finger in his belt loop, forcing his body to mine. “Sehyoon, god yes, please touch me, jesus fuck, just please make me cum.” Sehyoon says nothing, does nothing, just looks at me like he always does when I speak my mind. “I want you to fuck me, please fuck me.”

“How?” His rich voice is against my pulse, chest vibrating mine deliciously. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” His hand trails along the lacing of my bodice, reaching for the heavy skirts, lifting it while putting pressure finger by finger on my ass cheeks.

“I-” Sehyoon doesn’t let me finish, suddenly biting my love spot with just the right amount of force. He tells me to continue, but it’s hard to focus when I feel a cool breeze on my backside. I take a shaky inhale, twisting his hair in my fingers tightly. “I want you to fuck me like the last time, on the floor.”

“So,” A hand reaches from around my ass to poke at my entrance, gliding up to meet my clothes clit. I jerk into him. “You want me to bend you over,” Sehyoon sounds giddy, like he’s remembering just as perfectly how that night and position felt for me. It probably felt just as good to him. Two fingers pull my knickers to the side so they can properly assess just how wet this whole ordeal had gotten me. It never fails, Sehyoon could turn me on with words alone. “And fuck you into the carpet while I pull you hair?” I close my eyes, moaning loudly, Sehyoon’s fingers slip barely in me then he’s rolling my clit between his thumb and forefinger. “While I play with your pretty lil’ clit?”

“Fuck me.” I choke out, more as a curse. “Yes, please.” I’m so close to my first orgasm I can feel my pupils dilate. Then he pulls his hand away. I don’t have much time to complain as Sehyoon hoists me onto the tabletop pulling my legs apart quickly. The table is low enough he can lean over me, putting his chest back on mine and his lips next to my ear to lick slowly like he was savoring the taste.

“Show me then.” I looked up at the white ceiling, confusion washing over me, unsure if Sehyoon had spoken or not. “Show me just how bad you want me to bend you over.” I set out to ask how when two of his fingers found themselves inside my pussy. I have no time to do anything but moan fully, a deep sound from my chest that drove the man above me feral. I see white light a few moments, my first orgasm hitting my body like a waterfall. I blink back to consciousness, Sehyoon is looking down at me, a fond smile greeting me. “Look at the mess you made, princess,” he gestures to his pants, “I can feel your squirt on my dick through my britches.” Sehyoon’s hand encases mine to guide it to the aforementioned area to show me, dark denim in low light doesn’t do it much justice. He’s right, I completely soaked the front of the jeans. “So messy.” The hand he had in me is unceremoniously shoved into my mouth, my saliva and cum slipping towards the back of my neck. “May I continue?”

He moves his hand, “Yes,” I gasp out, then I'm sucking them down again. Sehyoon’s right hand continues what his left started, our eye contact never breaking. He brings me to my next orgasm quickly, except this one is from deep in me, rolling out of me and onto the table and floor.

“Two. And so creamy.” Sehyoon is watching his fingers intently, a dumb grin on his handsome face. “Do you taste good, my love? I have to say I’m a lil’ jealous, I love licking your clit till you cum for the first time. You taste like you mine.” He regards my dresses with an exasperated sigh. “I should untie you first, shouldn’t I? Can’t breathe properly laced up like this, right pretty baby?” He pulls at the top of my dress, the elastic keeping it on my shoulders snapping below my boobs. “Corsets are a lil’ much, I reckon, and so I won’t.” Sehyoon pulls me from the table to the top, gripping my thighs to wrap around his waist. It’s very short lived, Sehyoon is quick to untangle us, placing me on my feet, kneeing behind my own to tell me to get on the ground. Sehyoon nugged my ankles apart, kneeling behind me to rub his cock against my opening, pushing in only slightly. “Pussy this good is so hard to come by. But you know that huh, baby girl, or…” His hand curves around my thigh to meet my clit, other hand holding on to a tit, squeezing after every thrust. I forget how to breathe in a that moment, it was just Sehyoon, just a stranger who passed though town ever so often, he always said he missed me, wanted to take it slow, but it always ended like this, im deep in me, moaning my name in my ear till he cums in me. He always stays for the morning, fixing breakfast before taking off god knows where.

“Stay still.” He commands, removing himself from my body, “I just,” a hand comes down on my ass, I hiss back, he leaves it there. “Fuck. Do you know how beautiful this is to me? How beautifully you take cock? I-” whatever he was about to say dies on his tongue, slamming back into me. “I love you.” He whispers gently, caring, genuine, much unlike the way he’s plunging against my g-spot. I can’t respond, all air knocked from my lungs. Just Sehyoon. I don’t realize I’m cumming, Sehyoon holding my skirts up as he focused on riding out my orgasm together. I hear what I think is my name on his lips as he spills his seed into me. I never tell him no.

“Can’t stay.” I knew that, he gave in so easily to my request. “‘N don’t know if I’ll make our date next week.”

“When will you be back?” Sehyoon fixes his trousers, keeping his focus on dressing. “Will you be back?”

“You gave me a bed when I was dirt poor. Fed me when I was starving. And fucked me when I needed relief and you never once asked a question.” His tone is playful but smiles sad, eyes remorseful. “I shuldn’t have said what I did, but I meant it. Alla’ it.” All the while I fixed my own clothes, I berated myself, annoyed I had fallen for a handsome charmer instead of a decent scholar. “I’ll miss you… and the ale.” Sehyoon snorts, a joke we had shared once that seems like a distant memory now. I am then reminded of what he is and what he does. His life never guaranteed a tomorrow. “The money is on your bed, keep this place runnin’ till I get back?” I nod, smiling fully, I don’t want Sehyoon to leave with the image of me sad. “And if they ask where you got it from?”

“‘A Robin Hood exists to some’.” I recite, cheesing up at Sehyoon, who finally turned around to look at me one last time. “Go, before you can’t.”

“I-”

“Go.”

It isn’t long that I hear of a train robbing going south, I try to not let the news rile me, any man with hair black as night could have been the one shot dead. I breathe in and serve drinks and food and laughs, swatting at grabby hands, giving a flirtatious wink to the harmless ones, showing off Sehyoon’s money for the neat muscle I hired to keep me and my girls safe. I fill my week with various things from cleaning the entire tavern to picking fights with the sheriff about how I got my bar out of debt so quickly. I spend my days with friends and nights hard at work. It slips my mind when Friday comes, then the next,and the one after that. I keep so busy I don’t eavesdrop on gossip, the mention of black hair no longer makes my heart jump. I go four weekends without a word, confirming my suspicions.

“Boss?” I look up at one of the cooks waving his meaty hand in my face.”You ‘kay? You don’t look too hot.” I want to tell him why, but I know what he’ll say, Junhee doesn’t care for cowboys, or ruffians as he called them. They bring nothing but pain, he says, and don’t take pity on even the lowliest of them, they’ll use you. I wave him off with a bright grin, insisting I was just stressed by finances like usual. His face flattens as he holds up an envelope. “I don’t think you have to do much of that this month.” Jun throws it on the bank books with a sneer. “You know I don’t approve, we can make legit money.”

“I don’t pay you for lectures, Jun, dear, back to work please, darlin’.” I don’t bother waiting for him to leave, tearing the letter up to find well over three hundred dollars and a note. It's hard to make out, Sehyoon said he never went to school or anything fancy, but his mother did teach him to write, no matter how poor the penmanship is.

“To my Dearest, -RH”

YOUR WRITING IS SO FUCKING GOOD HOLY SHIT. THIS IS SUM NEXT LEVEL SMUT OH MY GOD I FUCKING LOVE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY 💕💕💕

[punkscowardschampions]

Drew & Carly

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Drew: Hey baby girl Drew: I got extras Drew: Wanna party? Carly: yea Carly: idea hit that you forgot me Drew: How could I? Drew: You know you unforgettable, even when we gettin' mad faded Carly: you're choice & i have a present for you too Drew: yea??? Drew: 🤤 Drew: i get a clue Carly: prepped a sandwich for you Carly: Thea's here Drew: is it Drew: 😍 Drew: this is why u gotta lemme wifey u up Carly: sweet talker Carly: tried to get Becki but she left me on read Drew: awh baby 😂 you got pied Drew: like she don't know u the baddest or somethin Carly: her parents might be back Carly: what day is it? Carly: her loss if she can only handle one daddy at a time Drew: Sunday ✝🙌 Drew: So you think YOU ready? 🤔 Big talk for a lil girl Drew: Best be ready to back that up Carly: aw funday Carly: she really missing Carly: you don't scare me, Goldie Drew: day of rest Drew: she be sleeping on us 💤 Drew: Not trying to Drew: I'm a big ole softie ain't I 😘 Carly: you best not be Carly: we're waiting Drew: You wanna check? Drew: Thirsty ass Carly: yea Carly: I know what I want & what Drew: respect that Drew: better than most girls i know Drew: but you ain't the only one in this town who wants sadly so you gonna have to wait a while longer Drew: don't let her go cold Carly: she don't need me she's heard all about you Carly: one name drop all it took Carly: couple of pics Drew: send me one? Carly: [Sends a variety of pics. Use your imagination but don't because no] Drew: damn Drew: she's hot Carly: I knew you'd like her Carly: you have a type Drew: what? nah i don't 😂 Carly: yea Carly: don't cry i do too Drew: lies, unless having tits and ass counts then, i'll agree with you 👌 no homo Drew: you gonna go get a boyfriend and not wanna play with me no more? Carly: why would i wanna do that Drew: you tell me Carly: you getting bored of me Drew: are you crazy? Drew: 'course not Drew: just wondering where my competition at Carly: yea i am Carly: you'll wife up some nice girl & leave me high & dry Carly: i'll have to date your boys to make you crazy too & it'll be a whole thing Drew: eurgh don't start up on that business 😩 Drew: not my style Drew: or yours Drew: we just wanna have fun yeah? Carly: yea Carly: im so bored Carly: how much longer? Drew: 2 more drops Drew: i was about to bounce when they gave me more Drew: work never done in this game Carly: thea's starving & im ordering in, what do you wanna eat besides all this cake Carly: on me Carly: we got left the cards Drew: 😘 you're the best Drew: get chinese please you know what i like Drew: d'ya wanna bunk tomorrow Drew: make it worth your while if you let me stay Carly: be here when you are if they do their deliveries fast as you Carly: writing my sicknote Carly: you want one? Drew: 😇 Drew: Never get one off Mrs C Drew: doing my head in Drew: via Caleb, I'm actually avoiding her, like Carly: stay here if you want Carly: dunno how you stick it there Drew: Me either Drew: along with the fucking baby Drew: Over it Drew: Your parents are cool, yeah? Carly: they know i don't need babysitting Carly: blows my mind you live in a nursery Carly: don't fit you Drew: yeah well, not my first choice Drew: and it weren't me who knocked her up, if that weren't obvious Drew: get my own place soon Drew: then i can really live, do what i wanna do Carly: you can do what you want here Carly: there's not much room for parties but we can still have fun Drew: hmm Drew: you not gonna get jealous and tell me when and where i can go, and with who? Carly: not my style Drew: yeah you aren't like the rest Drew: at least you haven't shown it yet so 🤔 Drew: lets chill, why not Carly: i can borrow a car if you wanna bring shit Drew: why you so good to me? Drew: but nah, i don't want my sister to think i'm leaving leaving Drew: got all i need on my back Carly: you're good to me Carly: i know how i've got it Carly: didn't brag to thea just for the fun Drew: am i though? Drew: well whatever Drew: imma treat you so right tonight swear down Carly: you best do Carly: and tomorrow Drew: and the day after that and the day after that 😘 Drew: on my life baby Drew: long as i'm there, i'll be good Carly: me too Carly: can't speak for thea until i try her out Carly: keen yea but killing it idk Drew: 😂 Drew: my girl can always teach her Drew: that or i give her what she came for then you can make it up to me later Carly: he's got brains too 😍 Drew: 😏 lmao not as thick shit as everyone reckons Drew: can think what they like, helps in what i do to be underestimated and overlooked tbf Carly: nobody knows shit Carly: i'm not walking these streets being mistaken for gina valentina Drew: real talk Drew: you just as fire tho 🤤 Carly: there he goes again being sweet Carly: beat up that kid Mickey Simmons for me he's saying im a virgin Drew: he'd know 😂 prick Drew: i will Drew: anyone who messes with you just tell me Carly: i will Carly: include teachers? Drew: might not be able to batter them for you but Drew: who's giving you shit? Carly: mr sullivan wants to get my parents in Carly: he's no life but they have Drew: 😫 he's such a wasteman Drew: cannot wait to leave Drew: i wanna drop out, what's the point me being there Drew: not learning anything of use to me and my life Carly: me too Carly: gonna do it Carly: what my parents gonna do give me less money? they don't cover my bills as is Drew: gotta get on your big girl grind Drew: don't owe nobody nothing Drew: 'cept me 😋 Carly: yea Carly: get me working with you Carly: you know im good Drew: I know you good at getting high 😂 idk about the rest Drew: ain't up to me yet anyway Drew: but im gonna change that too Carly: you bring me the choicest i can't help that Carly: good taste all around Carly: 😍 Drew: yeah it is good shit Drew: not gonna mug you off with the watered-down offcuts, am I? Carly: sweet boy Drew: shh don't tell nobody Carly: i won't Drew: good 'cos i'd get kneecapped if they found out i was giving away freebies 😂 Drew: can only afford to subsidize one party pal Carly: i'll show you how grateful i am soon Drew: 😍 Drew: soz this is taking longer than expected Drew: this punter is pissing about but its a banker's party so they'll spend thousands when they finally fucking sort their shit Drew: 😡 Carly: we're having fun here Carly: [sends pics] Drew: why you gotta tease Drew: 😫 Drew: you're bad Carly: its whats waiting at home sweet home no tease Drew: [10 minutes ish later] Drew: and they paid! Drew: Gotta get back, don't wait for me, like 🤤 Drew: i'm okay with walking in on a scene Carly: just don't slip in her 💦im not gonna go a&e Drew: 😂 grimy Drew: and rude! thought you was looking after me?! you better kiss and make it better then 😘 Carly: keep that gorg hair on Carly: you know i will Drew: I'll do a special knock Drew: don't want you giving the delivery boy MY welcome back 😂 Carly: no wasting the good shit on him Carly: [sends more pics] Drew: you gotta stop Drew: killing me baby Carly: k i'll behave Carly: for now Drew: Gimme five, think you can last that long? 😉 Drew: then you can be as nasty as you want Carly: if it is 5 Carly: dont tease me boy Drew: you DO deserve it Drew: but I'm tired of waiting too Drew: I want you bad Carly: im ready to show you ive missed you Carly: itll be worth every min Drew: [6 minutes later] Drew: Knock Knock Carly: youre late Carly: whats the password Drew: umm Drew: i got your drugs? Carly: correct