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binniesthighs · 4 years

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telepatía | reader x binsung

a/n: hi cuties! hope ya’ll are are staying seggsy and cozy! ;) this piece is 100% self indulgent (hehe) as well as my first time writing a poly r/ship! since i’m new at it, any and all feedback is super super appreciated!! <3

telepatía | changbin x reader x jisung

~aka, my love note to binsung~

Pairing: self insert, seo changbin x female reader x han jisung

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: poly relationship, long distance r/ship au, established r/ship au, inspired by a song au, comfort fic, lil bit emotional but that’s bc they are in looove, idiots in love, softdom!binnie, hardswitch!reader, softsub!jisung, mentions of food, explicit language, masturbation (f), dirrrrty talking, hehe soft love makin’, lowkey size and corruption kink, unprotected sex, oral (m&f), face sitting, penetration (piv and anal), double penetration (f), nipple play (m&f), fingering (f), squirting, marking, multiple orgasms, creampie, ahhh soft n’ intimate body touching, cockwarming, shower aftercare, i am so sorry i got sooooo carried away teehee

Word count: 7.9k

Recommended listening: telepatía by kali uchis

Two months. Two months that had felt like eternity.

Your pen tapped at the table to your desk as you watched the minutes pass by. To your right, your desk calendar with your little countdown smiled at you with the little doodles had drawn along with the stickers that you had decorated there.

Five more days!

The golden hour of the day passed by outside your window upon the city that you had been calling home for the past two months. It was gorgeous. Unreal even. Studying abroad had been harder than you had expected--although it was often exciting at other times too. There was not a day that passed when you had regretting doing it, but there were other days when you had wished you could just transport yourself right back home; even if it meant it would be for only a couple hours of so.

During nights like these, your cramped little studio felt even more empty than usual. The colors of gold and pink would smear in the skyline along with pale pink clouds that looked softer and lusher than anything else in the world. In the springtime, the budding and green trees lined the outside of the apartment complex and birds twittering past would flutter their wings outside of your window cracked open slightly. As the days went by, the air warmed and became more humid, and smelled of luxurious primrose and hyacinths.

Your room was dimly lit by your desk lamp, and you hadn’t bothered to turn on any other light. Pages wrinkled, and your sense of loneliness came creeping in like the cold winter that the new season had now just chased away. You didn’t want the feeling to linger, but you couldn’t help but let it.

The sheets of your bed were cozy, much like the rest of the way that you had decorated your studio. The cream colored covers felt like silk on your legs, but where nothing compared to the touch that you craved.

Your phone clicked on with it’s blue-white light, showing your screensaver: a beautiful sunset image of that last walk that you had taken of the two of them before you had left.

If it were possible, you imagined that missing one person was enough to shatter a heart, but two people?

You hugged your phone to your chest, feigning some semblance of a hug to the two of them. Your nose sniffled as it grew more stuffed, and you let your suppressed sobs fill up the space of the room.

You were convinced that you must've been the the luckiest or the unluckiest person in the whole world: two loves of your life, two people to share it all with had been like a dream come true. It was finally something that felt like it made sense. But, to be so closely tied to two people, meant that being away from them hurt two times as much.

You imagined them with you in your room: they loved to sandwich you in the middle of them. This was their favorite place to have you. Nothing had been warmer and safer than that. Arms and legs would be all tied together in a way that made little sense, and both of their quiet breathing would tickle at the skin of the back of your neck and your forehead. If there was anything that you had guessed you missed most, it would be falling asleep with them. “I love you’s” would be whispered, and all space between you dissapear once the down comforter would be pulled to your noses.

No matter how hard you pretended that they were there, it was never the same.

[it takes three to make a thing go right] binnie, sungie, me

binnie: have you had dinner yet? please don’t forget!

jisung: [see image] this is what we’re having for breakfast! we wish you were here with us!

With shaking fingers you opened the picture to view Jisung’s attempts at cooking. He had been getting into it these days. You had almost wished sometimes that you had been there to try whatever he had concocted--even if it didn’t taste the best. Today it looked like he had tried to make fluffy pancakes with strawberries and cream...but they didn’t end up as fluffy as they should’ve been. Changbin was in the background of the picture making a couple finger hearts. Undoubtedly Jisung had asked him to do it for the picture: Changbin was more of the no-nonsense and stoic type with somewhat of a goofy edge. You and Jisung always knew how to make him melt. “You two are my weaknesses you know?”

sungie: don’t stay up too late either! finish strong before you come back, okay?

binnie: we really can’t wait to see you, five days can’t come soon enough.

You sniffled, sitting up. Had they been there then, they wouldn’t have liked to see you cry. Although your heart stung with a sharp pain seeing them so happy together, you brought yourself back together. You knew exactly how it would’ve been: Jisung would dry your tears gently, then cuddle right up under your arm to nuzzle into your shoulder. Behind the both of you, Changbin would spread his arms wide so both of you could be wrapped up in him.

me: i really miss you both. i miss you so, so much. i can’t wait to see you on Friday. don’t have too much fun without me until then :)

binnie: you kidding? we’re miserable without you!! i think that we’re both going crazy.

sungie: he’s right!! it feels so weird, it always has been these past months.

we’re not complete without you, y/n. we miss you too sooooo much.

and you know that bin gets crabby sometimes. when it’s just me around...

bin: hey! the hell you mean crabby?! i’m a frickin angel!!!

The way that you could read each of their messages in their voices brought you comfort, and you giggled a little reading the words.

sungie: relax! i’m just trying to make her laugh. did i succeed?

me: you did sungie. :)

bin: you forget that i’m sitting right next to you sung, you’re playing a risky game.

sungie: ooooh he talks such big talk, are you seeing this y/n? do you see what i mean? plz come back and save me!!!

bin: HEY

me: binnnnn go easy on sungie.

bin: i do!!!

i only go rough when he asks me too ;)

sungie: w o w

While it did make you laugh, it still hurt a little thinking about how even with you missing, their lives still went on, they ate meals together, went to concerts, movies, out to eat, and, at the end of the day, they still had eachother to cuddle up with to sleep. It hurt even more thinking about how they still had eachother to satisfy other comforts. Of course, you were still involved over the phone and video calls too, but with thousands of miles of distance, your hands alone could never feel as mind-blowing as theirs.

binnie: there will be plenty of that when you get back too y/n ;) sung has maybe had it too easy.

me: hmm too easy?

Jisung send a series of emoji stickers that all conveyed about the same message: oh my god i’m in trouble.

binnie: anyway, jokes aside, we are really looking forward to friday. sungie and i have been talking about it and we think we just want to spend the night in if that’s okay with you? you’ll be tired too.

As always, your boyfriends were the most considerate people in likely the whole world. You didn’t really want to be anywhere else, but just with the two of them; as close as you possibly could be.

me: that sounds perfect. <3

sungie: get some rest tonight!! in the morning get yourself something nice for breakfast, i can send you some money hehe

binnie: boyfriend of the year award over here ! !

sungie: hey, we’re both boyfriend of the year! duh, she loves us the same???

me: that’s very true.

binnie: pffff

sungie: don’t make me tackle you seo changbin, i am sitting right next to you

binnie: is that a promise?

me: boys, boys stop fighting, you’re both boyfriend of the year.

binnie: see? y/n, we’re a mess without you.

sungie: changbin, you’re my boyfriend of the year too. does that make you feel better?

binnie: maybe.

sungie: we’re keeping y/n from getting dinner. we should shut up now.

anyhoo!

we love and miss you a lot a lot. take care until friday! we’re almost there!!!!

binnie: BUT I LOVE HER MORE

sungie: bin, i love you, but please, shut up.

binnie: i’m joking!! sungie i’m joking. this is an equal relationship obviously.

By now, their usual antics had left your tearstained face dry, and the corners of your mouth sore from how hard you had smiled.

binnie: see you soon! goodnight y/n!

sungie: night y/n <3

You clicked your phone closed, then let your weight drop down to your pillow that held the smell of the evening air.

“It’ll be sooner than you think.” You sighed.

It was much too nice of a night to be doing homework, so you decided to push it off for just a couple more hours, flicking on your dinky TV set to a local station where they spoke in the language that you had been teaching to yourself for the past couple months. Here and there you could recognize a few words, but you mostly liked it for the noise.

You pulled your thin sheet over your bare legs, merely enjoying the simplicity of the feeling over your whole body.

there will be plenty of that when you get back home too.

we love and miss you a lot a lot.

Two months for imagining...and you had learned to hone your skill especially, even if it didn’t feel the same. Even though missing them hurt, you could still feel the love from them from thousands of miles away. They had said themselves that they didn’t feel complete without you.

The silky feeling sheets tickled at the hairs on your arms as your hand teased down your stomach, then toyed with the elastic of your panties under cotton shorts. You blamed it on the night being especially pleasant, or maybe it was just what you and needed at that moment.

You wondered how much they had missed you, if they thought of you when their hands would run over each other, or perhaps even if they would imagine that you were there with them when they hold each other close, tiny gaps and moans stick on their lips while they would pleasure each other too. You in fact had thought of them: Jisung’s pretty moans and the way that Changbin liked to suck little bites into his neck.

That spring air hushed into your window with the softness of a song, and curious fingers dipped into your folds and twitching bud which was wet to the touch. Your body jolted at the feeling of your fingers on your suddenly needy clit. Your mind ran wild thinking of the way that both of them had looked beside you, one of their hands dipping under the fabric of your panties and the other lightly twisting at your nipples too. Absentmindedly, your own hand reached to mimic the action on your breast while you remembered. Careful kisses would be pressed into your cheek and neck while they whispered adoring little praises in your ears.

“You’re so beautiful baby, like nothing else.”

“We love you so much. My princess, such a good girl for me, hm? You like how our hands look on you?”

Your body shivered at the memory, and you rubbed circles into your clit, gathering your own sticky slick to rub over the sensitive bud.

“Yes,” You whispered to the empty room.

The golden setting sun reflected fractals of tiny rainbows into your room--just as your prism had done hanging in the window back at home. It would reflect on the stucco walls, and the colors would streak on the ceiling. You would catch sight of them laying tangled up in scattered sheets with both of their bodies prowling over you in bare skin. You could trace the curves of their shoulder blades like the edge of perfectly crested waves. A faraway warmth swelled over your body, and you rubbed harshly at your bud craving more and and more. Your legs squirmed under the sheets: much like they would when they would bow their heads to tease at your clit with interweaving tongues, sandwiched between your thighs which they would pull back with starving fingertips. You could almost hear it: the way that your slick would drip over your pussy, and how they would taste it too on each others lips in between.

Your back arched recalling their praise. They would pull you between them once again, and fill your mouth with adoring kisses covered with multitudes of their love. Jisung would mewl little whines into your mouth, shaking from your hand wrapped around his cock, and Changbin kissed you like you were his reason for breathing: slow, languid, purposeful. He’d sigh out watching the way that you marked up Jisung’s body while pumping himself all the while.

“Binnie. Sungie.” Their names became your anchor while your rubbed wider, then slower, then faster. Your soaked fingers plunged into your pussy while your head danced with the memories of them filling you up, rolling their hips in as deeply as thye could, kissing into your chest or the crook of your neck. You curved your fingers to tease at your g-spot, but your clit was even more impatient.

“Do you want to cum for us princess?”

“I’ll cum for you...” Your breath hitched in that room all by yourself.

Your fingers wiggled back up to your clit, now hypersensitive from its lack of attention. Instantly, your orgasm built violently behind the twitching bud, and you threw your free arm back to grip into your pillow to steady yourself. Sweat had gathered on the underside of your thighs and on your back: it was a feeling so dirty that it only made your head feel lighter. It was as if they were in the room with you and you could see them clearly: enamored eyes dipped in lust that ate up your form until there was nothing left.

“C-close.” You shuddered, now with pruned fingers encircling until you drew yourself right to the brink.

You came with a forceful heat that swept over your whole body and sent your hips jerking up into the air and toes digging into the bed. Your incisors bit harshly at your lip, and you stifled your unsteady and high pitched moans the best you possibly could. In your apartment complex, the walls were thin enough for there to be little left to the imagination.

Your chest shook as you came down and you teased your bud, edging on overstimulation for as long as you could take it. Jisung had liked the way that you would convulse like this and Changbin would relentlessly give little slaps to your aching bud. Once you could take no more, you drew your hand back from the elastic, then you let the euphoria sweep over your body for a few moments of silence and tranquility.

Yes, you had done it to yourself, but without their help, there was no way that you could’ve shown your body the same kind of fervent love.

It was as if they could make love to you telepathically, even on this night when the sun was setting, and your bed was empty.

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You hadn’t expected yourself to feel nervous meeting them at the airport. Still, your heart pounded in your chest with a ridiculous rhythm. It wasn’t like you had a completely different face or had changed anything about yourself remotely that would’ve shocked them. Still, a sense of anxiety swelled in you that was unexpected and unwarranted. Perhaps it was because it was so surreal.

There was something odd about the airport, it was likely how industrial it all felt with chairs that were lined with thin upholstery and carpets that held all kinds of mysterious stains. But, while it was a bit of a undesirable area, it was teeming with excitement. There were patrons at the magazine stands busying themselves flipping through books and laughing at the outrageous titles, people sitting joyously at the little restaurants and several hyper children tugging the hands of exasperated parents with neck pillows clinging to their strained necks. Further down the way, there was the sign illuminated pointing to the pick up area past baggage claim.

The air smelled overly filtered, but it was still as exhilarating. You took two escalators down and one moving walkway, then the light of the outdoors flooded the area with conveyor belts and the screens above them.

“Y/n? Y/n!!!!” Jisung’s voice called over the busy sounds of baggage claim filled to the brim with his excitement.

Before you got a chance to figure out where his voice had come from, your adorable boyfriend came charging at you with arms outstretched and an inhumanly large smile on his face. He scooped you up holding you so tightly that you had to teeter on your tip toes. While Jisung had a bit of a tiny frame, you never would’ve guessed from the scale of his hugs.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” He giggled out the words with a sense of disbelief, and he swung your body back and forth. “Oh my god I missed you sososo much.”

Another set of arms peacefully wrapped around you and Jisung and squeezed you in even tighter. In one of his hands, the cellophane from a bouquet of pink roses crinkled. “It’s so nice to have you back.” Changbin cooed, then reached to pat your head with his free hand.

You blinked back your happy tears the best that you could. The three of you broke, and you looked at both of your boyfriends right in front of you for the first time in what felt like forever. Changbin squeezed Jisung’s shoulder while the boy wiped a couple tears for the corner of his eyes.

You were biased, but they really were the most beautiful people in the world.

“I-I missed you both too, more than you can imagine.”

The two boys beamed, then presented you with your flowers.

“‘Hope you like pink ‘cause that’s the last color that they had left.” Changbin chuckled, and you nodded profusely.

“They’re gorgeous.”

You decided, after two months of not seeing the damn loves of your life, you deserved to kiss them--fuck the glares that you would get.

First you grabbed Changbin by the cheeks to press a smiling kiss right into his surprised mouth, and kiss him like you were a high schooler starved for attention that was forbidden to them. Still, your boyfriend grabbed your face back, rubbing tenderly into your own cheeks.

You winked to an equally shocked Jisung, “You next.”

You kissed the stutters away on his lips, and then ran giddy lips over his which cracked with a smile so wide it made it a little hard to kiss him. He wrapped both of his arms around you to pull you in close and you ruffled up his caramel blond hair the best you possibly could. Beside you, Changbin chuckled out proudly.

You had closed your eyes to kiss both of your boyfriends like they deserved. If someone had stared, well...you didn’t see it.

Jisung was out of breath after your parted, then pushed up his glasses in his surprise.

“That was....”

“--Lets get home!!” You shined with a smile, then took off in front of them. “Are you coming or not??”

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Jisung decided not to subject you to his home cooking, regardless of the fact that you had said that you wanted to try it. You had ordered take-out, and ate it picnic style on the floor to your living room in front of the TV playing a movie that none of you payed attention to. Regardless of the fact that your jet lag had hit you like a truck, your pure adrenaline upon seeing them kept your eyes from becoming weary.

The normal questions had been asked: how are you classes, how is the food there, what are the people like, what is your apartment like, have you made friends etc. You asked Changbin about how his classes were going, and how Jisung’s part-time job at the café was and about the silly little things that you used to do as three, but they now had to as two. The consensus was that doing anything as two was strange and even a little awkward at times because they had gotten so used to having you around.

Changbin cleared the dishes, making space for you to make up your little pillow fort that you would do at times. “It felt like there was a piece missing from us. It was...really hard sometimes too.”

“It was for me too. Out there all alone...I had never realized that a bed meant for one person would be like, the saddest thing that there is on this earth.”

“Small bed no more!” Jisung piped, then proceeded to wrap both his arms and legs around you the best he could. “Also small shower no more.” He nuzzled into your chest.

One of the selling points of the apartment that you shared was actually the comically large shower that it came with. During the first few weeks after you had moved in, it was as if the three of you were physically incapable of taking a shower without the others being there. Changbin joked that it was as if they had made it just for the three of you in some kind of destined way.

“Hmmm well, I think that we should make use of that as soon as possible.”

Jisung let out a happy little hum in agreement then angled himself up to plant a couple quick kisses on your mouth and nose. Changbin threw down your array of pillows and other blankets, draping them over chairs to make a little tent like the three of you were toddlers hidden away in your secret place.

“Sungie sandwich!!!” Jisung suddenly gasped out, “Binnie come on!!”

Changbin scoffed, “I guess it has been a while...can’t say no to that.”

Jisung squealed and the two of you made space for your boyfriend to come slide himself on the other side and make a proper “Sungie sandwich.” He kissed careful lips into the crook of Jisung’s neck which made the other boy giggle out in a tizzy: not only was he sensitive there, but it would tickle him too. You reached your arms over to tangle your fingers up in Changbin’s dark locks which were just as soft as you remembered.

“This feels so amazing.” You sighed into Jisung who had crept his hands up your shirt.

“It does.” Changbin agreed. “We’re complete again.”

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Small bed no more was right.

Jisung patted the middle spot, wearing only a white tee and his boxers.

“Your spot awaits you princess.”

“Don’t mind if I do!”

Changbin sauntered over while he brushed his teeth, abandoning the idea of a shirt all together.

Your eyes widened, “...Bin--”

“--What?” He smugly smirked. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before?”

“N-no.”

Your other boyfriend scoffed, “He certainly knows that he’s hot, doesn’t he?”

“He sure does.” Changbin dished out a prideful wink.

With sarcasm laced in your voice, you turned to Jisung to say, “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that while I was gone.”

Changbin’s voice echoed from the bathroom “HE LIKED IT!”

Jisung waved him off, settling to beckon you under the thick and cozy comforter that you had daydreamed of more than once.

“Are you comfy?” He hushed.

“Mmhm! Comfiest I’ve been in months.”

Just as he always would, Jisung would wrap you up so tight that it might’ve been a little suffocating--but it wasn’t like you minded in the slightest. The top of his poofy hair smelled like grapefruits somehow, and you hadn’t realized how much you had missed it. The feeling of your bare legs intertwined, and there was nothing that came close to such a perfect feeling.

Your other boyfriend clicked off the light, then engulfed the both of you with his rather strong and intimidating arms. You knew for a fact that they were nothing but cuddly and harmless. Being like this with them was what you had missed most, and it was finally yours for the taking.

“Are you guys asleep yet?” Jisung whispered after approximately five minutes of silence.

“No,” Changbin murmured. “What is it?”

“I-I dunno, I can’t fall asleep, I just keep thinking...”

You flopped over to face him, “What is it Sungie? Everything okay?”

Your adorable boyfriend stammered, then shied under the comforter in the dark of the room. “I-I don’t know if now is the right time, but...” It was noticeable how his tone had changed; you and Changbin knew it well. Jisung’s pitch would raise and his voice would crack when he wanted something.

Changbin leaned over to click the light back on. “Sung, you don’t have to be so coy about it. I think that Y/n and I know you better than you know yourself.”

Jisung’s eyes widened in his embarrassment, “You what??”

Your headstrong boyfriend sighed, “Use your words Sungie.”

His cheeks turned rosy, then he peeped, “It’s just that it’s been a really long time and I can’t stop thinking about it, and...Bin and I didn’t really do anything for like a week cause--”

Your head whipped in Changbin’s direction, “What?”

Changbin nodded solemnly saying, “Let him finish.”

“--C-cause I wanted us to wait for when you came back so it could be like, extra special? Or...something like that.” He threw the blanket over his head. “It sounds so dumb when I say it out loud.”

You really didn’t deserve someone like Jisung. Not in this lifetime or the next. You felt your limbs practically turn to jelly to hug your shy boyfriend.

“It’s not dumb!! Not at all!! I think that it’s so sweet! You wanted to wait for me? Oh, baby...”

With the blanket pulled back, you held his glistening eyes with yours. He really was irresistible when he would get like this.

“I’m assuming that you wanna stop waiting, hm?”

Changbin joined you in leaning over the shiest of you three, then shrugged down the cotton of your loose t-shirt to paint kisses into your shoulder. In the chill of the room, the warmth contrasted beautifully.

“Yes or no Sungie? Because I defin--”

“--Yes! Uh--I mean, yes, but--only if you aren’t too tired or if you want to.”

“Sungie, how can I say no to you?” You bowed your neck to press loving little kisses into his lips which still tasted faintly of mint. He immediately give into you, grabbing out to hold your neck firmly as you did so. His hips squirmed slightly, as did his legs--he always was such an impatient baby.

Changbin scooched in closer to caress down your back as you filled your boyfriend with every single kiss that you had been waiting months to give him.

His voice was as soft as velvet, and full of his immense love for the two of you. Seeing both of you like this made him swell with such as sense of admiration, it was as if it was a high for him. “We’ll take care of you Sungie, we’d love to.”

Even from Changbin’s praises, Jisung’s whole body would shiver, and you could feel it on your tongue too when you had politely asked for him to allow you entrance.

Jisung set to work pulling your shirt up over your arms once you turned to Changbin to kiss over him roughly. He had liked it more that way: a collision of lips and teeth grazing over the softer parts of your mouth, gasps getting caught in between and the heat of tongues twisting as if you were as sweet as honey. As soon as you were rid of your shirt two sets of hands greedily crept up your body to twist and pull at your nipples which had hardened in seconds. Your head fell to Changbin’s shoulder while they teased and flicked at your sensitive buds until they hurt.

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” Changbin growled, then cradled your head to lay you down.

“The prettiest.” Jisung agreed, then hooked his fingers under the lacy part of your underwear that you might’ve worn with the purpose of them not staying on you for long. In return, you tugged at both of their waistbands for them to do the same. Cloth hit the bedside floor, and all that was left was Jisung’s shirt which you pulled off yourself. You only had a couple moments to look in the dim lighting of the room, but both of them had already dripped lightly with pearly drips of pre-cum and their hardening dicks throbbed against the mattress. Not only was it a heavenly sight to behold, but you knew that both of them were entirely for you.

Changbin leaned down to flick his tongue around your hardened bud, then used his hand to kneed at your other breast with his powerful grasp. Jisung pulled your face towards him with hungry little whimpers that tickled your bottom lip, so you returned the favor by pulling his with your teeth. He recoiled beautifully from the feeling, and you saw your prefect window to slither down his body and wrap your hand around his pink cock. At first, you grazed your thumb over his slit roughly.

“Did you miss my hand on your cock Sungie? Look at you...so hard for me, so worked up...do you want it that bad, baby?”

“Y-yes, p-please...”

Changbin kissed his way up your neck from your breasts sparkling from his saliva, then sucked love bites onto your collarbones and the soft parts of your neck. “Angel, I want to see you with Sungie’s dick in your mouth, can you do that?”

You nodded, reveling in Changbin’s instructions. There was something about being told exactly what to do that made you feel so pliable. Changbin knew it well. You then worked kisses down your boyfriend’s body, pausing for a moment to flick your tongue over his nipples in the way that made his whole chest flush with pink. He laughed out in his pleasure with an airy breath too. You kissed gently at first, teasing your lips over, then sucking harshly with a trailing of teeth. His back arched, and he let out a delightful “ah-fuck!”

You finished by peppering other little marks on his chest which faded from pink to violet in a matter of seconds.

“Babyboy, you wanna taste my cock too?” Changbin greedily rose to kneel, then pumped his fist with tiny trailing breaths.

Jisung’s eyes turned into full moons at the sight, then nodded excitedly while angling himself correctly. You and your boyfriend exchanged prideful little glances over the other’s eagerness. The pads of your fingers traced down Jisung’s thin frame, ghosting over his flaring abs and drawing little scribbles into his ribs. Your perfect position was set between this quivering thighs which welcomed you easily, and you took his deliciously pink cock in your hand to tease at him with thick stripes. You gathered saliva on your tongue so he could feel it, then used another hand to pump at him too.

Jisung flattened out his tongue to swirl it around his boyfriends angrily red tip and maintained eye contact as Changbin preferred. As the smallest boy dipped his head in closer, Changbin entangled his fingers with those gorgeous caramel trellises. He sighed out at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of Jisung’s throat, and groaned out lowly once he heard the other choke on it lightly.

“Fuck baby. Just like that..”

You then took in Jisung’s length as deeply as you could: and it was no easy feat. Where Changbin dominated in girth, Jisung made up for in length. The action sent Jisung whining helplessly on Changbin’s dick, which only drove the other boy further into his passion.

“You take me so well Sungie.” He cooed, and pulled out for Jisung to catch a few desperate gasps.

Your saliva gathered in the corner of your mouth, and you licked it up and down the sides of Jisung’s cock-- but only for a few moments. You swallowed him down, pushing down the back of your throat just as you had long learned how to do. Merely feeling the weight of him in your mouth sent your pussy throbbing and your legs twisting for some kind of sensation. Of course, Changbin had noticed.

“Open your legs sweetheart.”

You did as you were told, and his thick fingers came journeying through your soaked folds, and he toyed with your clit and slicked his fingers with your arousal. His index and middle finger circled around you: it was a sensation that you had dreamed of endlessly.

“Mm, Bin...” You moaned onto Jisung’s cock.

“Pretty pussy of yours must’ve missed this, hm? My fingers fucking your wet little cunt? I missed it too...”

You tried your best to maintain your strength once you had returned to sucking off Jisung’s dick, but you only seemed to unravel further. He rutted his hips into your mouth needily--an action which teased at your gag reflex, but you were stronger than that.

Jisung’s own slobber fell down the side of his neck which Changbin held, just so he could feel the way that he filled up his boyfriends throat. With his other hand, he dipped it further inside your pussy, fucking you slowly at first. You knew that he loved the way that your slick sounded on his fingers. In response, your helpless moans vibrated on your boyfriend’s dick.

“Y/n, I want your mouth too.” Changbin asked gravely with hooded and darkened eyes. You knew what you had to do next. His fingers slipped out from you, and you loathed feeling so empty, but you weren’t one to disobey him either.

Changbin made space for you to lay on your stomach next to Jisung and then tapped his wetted dick on your lips as well, leaving Jisung gasping next to you.

“Fucking show me how much you missed me.”

You took him in, and you had nearly forgotten how sizeable he really was. It was startling, and as soon as you took in his full length, you had to fight back tears over how thick he really was. Regardless, the way that he could stretch you out like this was purely addictive.

“Oh...fuck--baby...” Your boyfriends voice dropped several decibels. “My babies suck my dick s-so good don’t they?”

Jisung nodded in his wonder at you, and Changbin dipped his thumb into his mouth afterword. Jisung always did love the taste.

Changbin caressed your full cheek, “Don’t forget to share.”

You took a deep breath, then let Jisung take his turn again. As he did so, you resumed your work at jerking off his dripping tip, and he reached to slide between your folds with long fingers.

With both of your adoring glances, you and Jisung kissed and lapped up the sides of your boyfriend’s dick and his eyes rolled back at the ethereal sight.

“H-holy sh-shit--”

Your hips buckled once Jisung let his fingers plunge inside of you and high pitched mewls sent you clawing at Changbin’s hips for balance.

“W-wait...” Changbin pulled himself away, and you knew that he must’ve been practicing the best restraint he could. “Sungie, you wanna taste her pussy too? Taste how sweet she is?”

Jisung smiled widely, despite being a bit of slobbery and tear-stained himself.

“I’ve been waiting for months to!”

You looked to Changbin for approval.

“Sit on his face then sweetheart? Wouldn’t you like to ride his face for me?”

You nodded in your thrill, and the bedsheets crinkled under the sound of the three of you shifting your bodies back into the proper position.

As it often would, the windows to your room fogged with steam--even though it was a beautiful spring evening. Pillows were strewn everywhere, and some of them nearly fell off the bed. Nevertheless, you had never been cozier wrapped in the clean threads and with your sweating skin pressed against heated bodies.

Jisung firstly kissed at your wet lips, teasing and humming happily into them. He grabbed onto both of your thighs to open you further then pulled your folds apart to kiss directly on your bud--an action which sent you nearly screaming over how intense it all felt.

“You can be loud for us baby. There’s nothing to be scared of here.”

It was as if a switch had flipped within you, and each and every lap of Jisung’s tongue felt like the most euphoric sensation you had ever experienced. He looked utterly adorable under you with his pink and juicy tongue running stripes over your clit. Merely watching him like this was enough to bring you to your first orgasm.

“D-don’t stop S-sung...” You rolled your hips over his lips.

Changbin had snaked himself farther down Jisung’s body which glistened with a thin layer of sweat. He clicked the bottle of lube, then smoothed it over his length, finally aligning it over the smaller boy. Your hands grabbed out for something to hold onto: one of them within Jisung’s hair, and the other squeezing painfully into the headboard.

“Rough or slow Sungie?” Changbin laughed out wickedly.

“R-rough...” Jisung moaned onto your pussy, “H-hard...”

Changbin entered your boyfriend carefully, and both of them shuddered at the feeling. The room was full of all of your eroticism, and Jisung groaned out loudly at the connection. From the sounds your orgasm drew itself out too, and it was heightened even more when Jisung moved to pump his fingers deeply into you as well. He curved his fingertips in the way that grazed your cervix, and then sent you quivering pathetically over his face. Lower, Changbin dug his fingers into his boyfriends hips slamming into him without pause, and panting haphazardly.

“C-can yo-you cum for me??” Jisung whimpered in a way that was much too cute for his own good.

“Yes.” You answered, then fucked your hips over his plush lips and you clenched your teeth hard against your lip “Mm-fingers, Sung--please...”

Jisung did as he was told, and maintained his pace stimulating your g-spot then, and begging an orgasm out of your body. He himself whimpered like a puppy while he was fucked out. Had you not been focusing on your orgasm, you wished you could see it all happen.

“Ji--fuck--” Your hips violently shook, and you came with a searing heat that locked your walls tight around his fingers and dripped even further down your shaking thighs and splattered into his delicate features. It didn’t startle him at all, but he merely licked his lips free of your slick.

“B-Bin--” He gasped out, then you fell down in your aftershocks to watch the way that Changbin spread out your gorgeous boyfriend with sweat dripping down his chest and from his brow.

“Ride him, baby.” Changbin immediately ordered. “I want you to cum all over his dick, got it?”

With grabby hands, Jisung pulled you right into his chest once you had straddled him. He played with your nipples for a few fleeting moments as you got situated pushing his cock into your pussy still trembling from your last orgasm.

It was beautiful how he could fill you up like this. It was intimacy incomparable a closeness that only you had shared with him. In fact, he had actually been somewhat of a virgin when the three of you had met, and both you and Changbin were his first time. Knowing that he had only shared this part of himself with you and your boyfriend felt intoxicating in a way.

You flicked your hips over his length, and focused your strength on fucking him slowly compared to how relentless Changbin kept his pace at.

“I love you baby. Jisung, I love you so much.” You held his gaze.

Two tears fell from his cheeks--not out of sadness, but of his pure love for you.

He begged with a quivering lip, “Please kiss me.”

And you did. You kissed Jisung like he was as fragile as flower petals that could break with the smallest tear. You kissed his lips as sweet as candy and you kissed the last bits of your arousal away on the corners of his mouth.

Still, “Harder...” He begged, and your hips dipped lower and quicker over him.

“Want me to fuck you harder babyboy?”

Changbin threw his hands on your shoulders, then ran them down your spine to feel the way that you moved over Jisung’s dick.

“Want us to fuck you until you can’t say any more?” You tutted.

“Fuck, Sung, you feel so--”

“G-gonna make me cum-ngh!”

Changbin angled the boys hip up a bit further, and the sound of skin on skin filled the room.

You sang out the phrase, “~I didn’t hear you say it Sungie~”

Jisung’s face screwed up, and he gasped out loud enough for the neighbors to likely hear, but that didn’t matter in the slightest.

“Fuck me please.”

The thickness of the air in the bedroom clouded, and you fucked your beautiful boyfriend with your tightening walls as hard and as fast as you could, right until you brought yourself to the brink of another trembling orgasm, right over his dick. Changbin gifted a stinging slap to your ass then bit kisses into your shoulder right as you came undone for the second time, and Jisung’s eyes rolled to the back of his head once he came inside you at the very same moment. Your velvet walls tightened around his ribbons of cum inside and you collapsed against his gasping chest to warm him after his release.

Changbin set himself loose, groaning out loudly as he came too, and shook with delighted laughter that was mixed up in his happy little “oh’s.” and the hitch of his breath. His restless hands caressed every inch of your body that he could as he brought himself down, finally bowing down to kiss right into your shoulder blades and back. Jisung called out his boyfriend’s name too while he shook around him.

You coaxed yourself free of Jisung’s dick and Changbin wondered in the way that Jisung and made a creamy mess of your pussy. He then did the same watching how his seed spilled out of Jisung as well.

“Wow.”

The three of your sweating bodies clambered flat onto the mattress and the room fell quiet, leaving space for your breaths and the way that the spring evening sounded outside of your window: distant car horns, the hush of the breeze, the ebb and flow of the early arrival of cicadas.

“Are you okay?” Changbin asked the both of you with worried hands running over both of your sweating forms.

“Y-yeah. I am.” You smiled.

Jisung shied his flushed face with one of the bedsheets. “Me too.”

“I think...if you’d like, maybe the three of us could kind of, sorta, I dunno, stay connected for a little bit?” Changbin smoothed down the little hairs on your arm with the gentlest touch.

“If Y/n wants to?”

You exhaled peacefully into both of your boyfriends arms, and gave them a little hum to say yes. Changbin carefully wetted his dick with your slick, then guided himself into you pussy with his half hard dick, and it felt like a dream. Jisung too took a bit of lube in his hand as well, then pumped his dick with a shiver to then slide himself into your ass. The two of them swept over your body with light and fleeting kisses to your neck, shoulders, cheeks, nose and lips. You stayed the same: wonderfully full, and so close to them that it must’ve been unreal. While it hurt a little how they had stretched you out, you wiggled your hips still to feel even more of it. Your boyfriends sighed out at the feeling.

“Sweetheart, you do that any more and you’re gonna make us want to fuck you again.” Changbin scoffed.

“What if I want you to?” You traced the way that his deep brown hair curved over his ear. “What if I want you to fuck me like this...close...slowly...?”

“Sung?”

“If she wants to, I want to as well.”

Changbin held your hips firmly under the blanket, then started his slow thrusts into you with his dick that indulgently grew hard once more.

He whispered the promise over your lips, “We can do that for you baby.”

You don’t know how long the three of you had remained as such. Time became nothing of your concern as the night slipped on and both of them took every ounce of their time with you, slowly fucking up into your pussy and ass, the sounds of your slick renewed filled up the room. They brought out a couple more shaking orgasms from your core, each of them followed by careful kisses to soothe your shaking body.

“Such a good girl for us.” Jisung nibbled into your ear. His hand got tangled with the sheets too where he reached around to twist your nipples between his fingers.

“How do you want it baby? Do you want it inside?”

Changbin’s skin filled up your palm, then you slung a leg over his hip so he could hit your g-spot perfectly.

“P-please?”

“Of course. Sung?”

“--Mm-m’ close too.”

A few more moments of your symphonic moans, and you unfolded between them: one last orgasm that was so encompassing that you had slipped right into a space so safe, that you felt as if nothing in the world could touch you. Changbin finished off with unexpectedly adorable sounding grunt, and he throbbed within you to the tune of Jisung doing the same.

“Shit.” Jisung giggled, then nuzzled his head right into the nape of your neck.

“How was that angel?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

The three of you found solace in the skin on skin of it all: three people, three bodies that could be closer than two bodies ever could.

“Ready to clean off in our big-ass shower?” Jisung wiggled you in his giant hug.

“Small shower no more.”

“The problem is, who’s gonna get up first to get the water running?”

Condensation dripped down the windows, and the curtains blew softly with the spring air invading the room and carrying the smell of flowers and the mist lingering in grass.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Water dripped like rain over the pink of muscles and intermingled with the iridescent drops of soap bubbles which held little rainbows in and of themselves. Hair slicked to the sides of faces, and transparent streams coursed down the simple breaths on rising chests. Steam filled up your lungs, a reminder that it was all real.

You were here with them. It wasn’t some kind of dream that you had painted while in that room alone with yourself and the buzzing of a TV speaking in tongues that you didn’t know.

Even though they said nothing, but rather touched your body down, you could hear their thoughts like a melody.

They loved every bit of you, and it was written on their faces times two.

~🌹~

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beann-e · 4 years

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hi I was on u-tube and saw a bakugou playlist for when he can’t sleep and I thought well , since I just hit 200 followers ( tysm;3 I love everyone who even took the time out of their day to press follow ) why not bring them this idea of y/n not being able to sleep & bakubabe lending his beautifully different services

also abt the sero line I have in here— I personally think it’d be cool if he just learned Spanish because, he has an interest in other cultures and languages but I don’t really see him being actually hispanic

also I really like writing baku bc he’s so rough with everything he says & I kin him so he’s the easiest so, I hope no one thinks I write him too much

Reader with bad mental health & bakugou lends a hand in his own way

No one cares and no one ever asks. Or at least that’s how you felt while standing here in your last period class your hands balled up in fist tightly held at your chest

Your head was pounding and body was aching you couldn’t describe why you were feeling so horrible all of a sudden but

you just were

maybe it was from all the nights you couldn’t fall aleep due to overthinking

maybe it was the way you got stuck on your phone or even your head dropped low eyes trailing over words in a book just trying to find something to take your mind off the fact that you were struggling

whatever the case was

right now in this last period class this wasn’t helping

“ look shitty woman “ you heard the boy huff “ I want to get a good score on this paired project and right now your fucking this up for me “

his anger was visibly present even if his voice was low to where only you could hear the annoyance that sat in it had everyone looking around for the culprit of the sudden change in the air

“ and I don’t like fuckups so get whatever you have going on together and let’s do this —ok? “

you shook your head and let out a soft ‘ok ‘

the fight ending quickly with bakugou staring down on you his hands on his knees face made up in anger “ you keep finding a way to fuck with me “

“ I didn’t even do anything to you “ your voice was soft and tired

his eyes squinting before sighing

“ I didn’t do anything to anyone “

“ cut this shit out right now “ he pulled you up off the ground hands in fists gripping at your shirt standing you up with his muscles alone “ get to your room — sleep off whatever the fucks going on with you “

His eyes dead set on you as you walked off everyone from the class watching as you failed to gain the strength to open the big doors that led you to your shared dorms

“ sero plea— “

“ got it hermosa “

“ really dude “

“ look it’s hot — and just cause we’re in japan doesn’t mean I can’t show off my online spanish lessons “

“ whatever “ denkis voice whined as he shook his head holding the other door open for you “ gonna get some sleep y/n ? “

you ignored the two boys head hung low as you walked to your room door

the strength appearing in your body as you opened it but, quickly dispersing when you found your bed.

Your face hitting your favorite pillow hand coming up to cradle underneath it as you sat on your knees butt high in the air tears coming out pouring into your blankets “ I won’t show — I won’t show it — I won’t get bad again “ you repeated like a chant

The light from outside disappearing as the day grew into night

several footsteps heard departing from your door when you didn’t answer the knocks . Their low calls of dinner was done , lunch was in the microwave , that you’d missed movie time , that you missed denkis attempt of asking jirou out , and todorokis miss understood question of what ‘ cuddles ‘ were when denki offered her his body to do so

“ and you assholes didn’t just think to open the door? ”

your bedroom door swinging open in a crash as the knob hit the wall behind it creating a hole

“ fucking assholes bothering me with this shit “

“ we didn’t even call you out of your room “

“ you came over to her room on your ow— “

bakugous hand moved swiftly to slam the door in their faces

“ bakubro we’ve been trying to get in there all day and your just—“

“ gonna close the door on us “ denki finished in annoyance “ seriously I just know y/n needs my charm right now “

he pouted behind the door “ it always cheers her up and I like her lau— “

“ didn’t ask to hear your fucking crush story charger base “

“ ass — kiri let’s go “

“ so no sleepy boob pics?“

bakugou stiffened hearing the purples freaks voice

“ so I came with you guys because you said she was sad and usually when girls are sad they don’t dres— “

bakugous voice was guttural as he put his forehead to the door voice loud enough for the boy to hear

“ hey — hey purple nurple “

“ I-uh — yes bakugou “

“ come here “ he could hear the small shuffle of feet to the door as he smirked softly

“ put your tiny head to the door — actually press your whole body up to the door —all the way “

“ are you trying to help me get one of y/n’s bras god —- of all people to help I never thought it’d be bakugo—“

“ hey just shh ok — you don’t want to ruin it right and make her wake up right “ he groaned inside his mind

“ she’s slept this long and through all of this— I can’t get you her bra if your loud right purple zit “

“ so so smart “

“ ok so here it is “

the room grew silent as bakugou pressed his palm as low as he could placing it on the door away from his standing body breathing in to suppress his anger so , he didn’t let out a major blast due to his mood

sighing before he felt his hand grow sweaty tiny pops coming out

“ hey bakugou —is my princess ok ? sounds like popcorn in there are her tit—“

it was quick as the door had a hole in it the newly created circle having black burn scratches on it as mineta laid burnt on the floor once purple body now black and smoke wafting off it

Bakugou squatting as he put his left hand above the hole to steady himself and his right one reaching out through it as he grimaced in pain at the stretch his fingers finally wrapping around minetas short body fingers interlocking around his neck as he looked through the new hole in the door eyes piercing into the boy he held

his voice low and dominating “ you ever come back to her room on some creep shit — and I blow your fucking brains out do you hear me “

“ y-yes sir “ mineta let out dazed “ I will stick to yao-“

“ that goes for all the girls you hear me — guys included I know your a little pervy fuck you can’t get your hands on girls underwear you’ll move on to dekus shitty tidy whities”

mineta was silent as bakugou threw him back on the floor watching as he crawled off

his body relaxing as he shook his mind burning.

head in his hands before wiping his face in exhaustion and standing up and turning to you when he felt the air in the room shift , his hands out in jazz hands and a fake smile on his face.

“ ta da “ he was met with your sitting body your pillow covering him from seeing you .

your face dropping in shock moving from his tall figure that stood inching over to the now huge hole that he was trying to hide from you

“ k-katsuki “

“ I told you about that “

“ s-sorry “

“ again I told you about that shit “ his gaze was hard on you

“ do it again and i’ll tell shitty hair to harden in the next hug he gives you — since you and that crappy puppy boy are always touching “ he mumbled

“ bakugou why are you — why does my door have a hole in it “

“ don’t worry about it “

“ h- w-how can I not worry about it my doors black“ you screamed in confusion “ it used to be brown bakugou “

“ bakugou it used to be this — bakugou — katsuki oh my gosh i’m sorry — god do you ever shut the fuck up and just be thankful “ he mocked you soon converting back to his anger ridden voice

“ and whats with this pillow take it away from you — I wanna see your fucked up face “

you sighed bringing the pillow from in front of your head his eyes having a look run through them that you couldn’t figure out but you knew it had something to do with how puffy your eyes felt . Even if they weren’t puffy or couldn’t get puffy you’d never known for a fact because it still felt like they were .

You two stared at each other as the silence grew louder him shoving his hands in his pocket before taking out the packet of pills he’d gotten for you shaking them to show you it wasn’t a weapon like Mr.Aizawa thought after finding him returning to school late and shaking him down like a police officer

his hand putting them on your desk

His other one throwing the water he found in the kitchen to your bed “ not throwing you the pills — need you to move around so you gotta come get em‘ “

your face showed no emotion as he nodded understanding the new tense and uncomfortable emotions thats were present “ ... ok — well got a green headed vegetable to go bully so “

you watched as his hands gripped the door swinging it open as you dropped your head eyes moving to the water in front of you “ why can’t I do anything right “

you cried “ why can’t the world — the days — the stars fucking align for me to feel good for once huh “

you felt even more tears prickle your eyes as your voice grew louder “ why can’t I talk to people without having this voice in the back of my mind screaming — raging like its having a party — why can’t I sit in silence without having to stand up every five seconds and move around because my body screams for attention — for movement because i’ve been sitting still for 5 seconds “

you heard the faint click of the door mouth still moving as if he were still there

“ why can’t I speak what I feel when people ask me“ you laughed shortly “ not like they do — because they can’t tell I just mask so well “

you let your face start to feel heavy and tense as you continued your crying rant into the empty room “ and most importantly why was I so bad at everything “ your eyebrows furrowed

“ why am I so bad at today ? “

“ just a day really ? “ you heard the taller males voice came out questioning

“ just today that’s what your worried about “

“ well I “

“ tch “ he shook his head before turning to face away from you his face dropping into a look he didn’t want you to see.

“ I-i’m sor— “ you knew he didn’t like you saying sorry or even using his first name you two had established that when he finally accepted your friendship or in his words

‘ you can hang around —like shitty hair but one sniff of blabber mouth and your gone ‘

“ I didn’t mean to spill to you I just — I — you can go —no one gives a shit anyways “

“ I will “

your body grew sad at his quick response

“ tell me what your most upset about “

your answer came quick as you let your brain take over “ I wake up in the middle of the night and can never fall back asleep when I do “

he moved to your door for a second time opening it to leave before pausing for a second speaking something to where you couldn’t hear much less make out

“ just knock “

he shook his head before closing the door softly to rival his usual mood.

Your body shaking when you finally realized you’d spilled out your mental thoughts to bakugou letting your body calm down before you grabbed the pills and silently thanked your friend before feeling yourself at some time finally fall asleep

It’s been days since you last felt that horrible it never stopped but you were able to hide it even more and live out your life the happiest you could

until one night you found you beating yourself up surprisingly not in real life but in your dreams

a loud gasp leaving your mouth as you sat up calming down only to bring your knees to your chest arms wrapped around them in a hug

your back moving to the wall to feel comforted after only feeling your cold hands and body wrapped around yourself

“ what I would give to have something warm “

‘warm ‘

your mind raced to bakugou trying to push the thoughts out your mind of him actually being a caring boyfriend who could help you like he did nights ago with bringing you medicine, a boyfriend who would let you snuggle into him and take all his warmt—

stop the track cause that song will never play you thought as you started to think about him again face made up in determination and focus as you tried to remember what he said that night feeling stupid when you finally remembered your quirk

the quirk that brought you pain and contributed to your mental health

your quirk allowed you to take pictures of everyone’s last moments you’d spent together with your thoughts

it was good in some aspects like right now when you could finally remember where sato helped you hide your candy bars from yourself so you wouldn’t indulge in them 2weeks ago

at the same time you can see your problem with it when the last moment you had of your mother was her kissing you goodbye before shapeshifting into a fire extinguisher and landing in your fathers hands as he screamed at you to run out of your home and get more help the last image you seeing of your father was him spraying the fire extinguisher all over the stove in hopes to calm it down before it spread but he couldn’t

it didn’t help when the pictures replayed in your mind like video home movies that you didn’t want to watch

whenever your quirk was used everything spun in your head like a movie reel the downside was it made you watch every single picture you’d taken until you found the one you were looking for

it didn’t take long before you finished your mom and dads memory and got to bakugous last moment you two spent together

you zooming in reading his lips turning up the volume on the moment as he spoke “just knock “

“ just knock ? “ you sat confused in your spot on the bed shaking off your quirk taking as long as needed to process his words only to be even more confused and just knocking on the wall twice between your two shared dorm rooms.

You never paid much attention to him being your neighbor it’s not like you needed him for anything so right now you were a bit curious in why he reminded you that you two shared walls

Eyes closing while you waited for whatever was supposed to happen

“ guess he didn’t mean it like th—“

your body softened when you heard music fill his room and overflow into yours

You heard the drums kick in as the lyrics played muffled through your wall

‘I listened to the cure

I listened to the cure

and then I cried ‘

your eyes widened before you felt your body relax against the wall eyebrows made up in content

eyes watering when you heard your two soft knocks returned on the wall behind you

you let your body go tenseness leaving as the song played moving to grab your phone with shaky hands seeing his name light up on your screen

Godzilla wannab

‘ no one gives a shit about your life right ? ‘

you cried even harder when you saw the message fit the song perfectly the words you spoke a couple days ago as if your were singing the lyrics

you looked around your room before falling on the dent he left in your wall grabbing your phone and zooming in on it to take a picture and sending it to him

Godzilla wannab

sorry your room was just so ass you needed some redecorating be thankful people tend to cry when I redecorate—just ask deku

you laughed as you seen him prepare to send a new message your heart swelling when you read it

Godzilla wannab

look this is gonna sound sus as fuck but

you bit your lip at the new message

‘ if you can’t sleep come over — your rooms cold as fuck and I know that pillow your hugging’s not doing shit ‘

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dirty-urie · 3 years

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Little Brendon

Second Person

Brendon x Female Reader

PFTW Era

Fluff(ish) Oneshot

PG-13? R?

3.6k Words

Warnings In Order of Appearance: real person fic, language throughout, arguably slight smut, minor dirty talk

Author's Notes:

1. I don't know how I got this idea or what possessed me to actually write it, to be honest, but I had fun, so I guess that's all that matters.

2. Posting this in honor of the anniversary of the show I went to on the first leg of the Wicked tour, which was technically yesterday, but this fic wasn’t done yesterday, so here it is now.

“Awww, little Brendon,” you gush at the computer screen.

“Please tell me you aren’t looking at pictures of my penis,” Brendon says, walking into the room.

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Not that your ego couldn’t use a little bruising, but no, I’m not cooing at your nudes. Merch wants you to sign off on the final photos of the Beebo plush, and look how cute he is!” You shift the computer monitor so he can see what you’re looking at.

“Why are you going through my email?”

“You always ignore emails from Merch, and I like looking at all of the new Panic designs!”

“Babe, I work ten hours a day; I don’t want to do anything I don’t have to. Merch will use whatever designs they think will sell well. They don’t actually need my approval. Those sign-off emails are just a formality.”

You pout. “I know, I know. I won’t go through your email anymore.”

“Good,” he says, relieved. "I wouldn’t want you to discover all the messages from my mistresses.”

“You’re a jackass,” you call, flipping him off as he leaves the room with a smirk.

***

“I’m gonna miss you,” you pout, leaning against the door frame to your bedroom.

He kisses your forehead and puts another pair of sweatpants in a suitcase. “You can’t wait for me to leave. You get to have the girls over, watch all your shitty movies, and you won’t have to deal with my dirty underwear or noisy video games in your nice living room.”

You take the t-shirt he’s about to pack out of his hands and throw it on the bed, pulling him into a kiss. You slip your hands under the waistband of his pants to grope his ass. You pull away. “Mhm, that’s what I thought. I don’t ever have to deal with dirty underwear because you never wear any.”

“Hey! Don’t slut-shame me! You love having such easy access to this body.” He gestures to his body with a strange flailing arm motion.

“You know what? You’re right. I can’t wait for you to leave.”

He side-eyes you. “Well, in that case, you won’t want the present I got you.” He shrugs, refolding his shirt.

Your eyes light up, and you go kiss him again. “Have I ever told you how much I love you? Because it’s a lot. Enough to justify a really nice present,” You say after he pulls away.

“That’s what I thought. I guess you’ll get your present after all. Close your eyes,” Brendon says.

You close your eyes, and he hands you something soft. You open your eyes, and it’s Brendon’s likeness in plush form. He’s wearing Brendon’s tour outfit with a gold jacket over a black tee and black leather pants.

“Little Brendon!” you exclaim, seeing the toy in your hands. “Aww, it’s even got your lips and little eyebrow scar! Thank you, babe.” You kiss him and then Little Brendon. “Now I have someone to keep me company while you’re off getting bitches on tour.”

“Oh, come on, babe,” he says, putting his hand on your shoulder and looking into your eyes, “they’re not bitches, they’re groupies.”

You smack his arm affectionately and then push him onto the bed to crawl on top of him. “Maybe you should practice for the groupies. Wouldn’t want you to kill their rockstar fantasies because you’re out of experience.”

He flips you over and rolls on top of you, nipping at your neck. “Out of experience? What, pray tell, have we been doing every day for the past two weeks, if not building my experience?” he asks with disbelief, punctuating each point with a bite or kiss. “Remember when I made you come twelve times in one hour before I let myself come? Or when we fucked on the roof of my studio when the neighbors were out of town? Or when you fucked my ass with that new toy, the one that vibrates?”

“Shit, shit, point taken,” you moan, grinding up against him while he bears down on you.

His phone pings, and he slows his hips to grab it from the side table. “Fuck, Zack’s out front. I’ve gotta go.”

You grab the front of his shirt and yank him down for a deep, dirty kiss.

He’s reluctant to pull away, but his other love is calling. Tour, that is, not Zack.

“Okay, let me up, loverboy. I’ll help bring your stuff out to the car,” you tell him.

“Thank you. Most of my instruments and stuff are already with the guys, but I’ve still got two suitcases and a backpack.”

You both stand up, and he grabs the suitcases, leaving you with the backpack. “You’re not gonna readjust, rockstar?” You ask, eyeing his tented sweatpants.

He shrugs, “My hands are full, and it’s nothing Zack hasn’t seen before.”

“You just like showing off,” you accuse, and he smirks a little and winks because you’re not wrong.

You walk him to the car and give him a final goodbye kiss. “I love you to death. Knock their socks off, babe.”

***

Without fail, the one-week mark hits you like a truck. You’ve had your fun with girlfriends, and you’ve enjoyed the peace and quiet, but your bed is empty, and it’s weighing on your chest. Even the puppies seem a little more glum without Brendon.

You feel silly, but finally, after two nights of crying yourself to sleep, you give in and grab little Brendon from your dresser and cuddle up with him.

***

Two weeks later and you and the real Brendon are half-asleep, snuggled up against each other in the nicest hotel room in Houston. You can only spend two nights with him, and you refuse to let him go for even a second more than you have to. Which he did not appreciate when he had to use the bathroom, but it’s his fault for leaving you for so long.

“Baby, I’ve got an interview, but I’ll bring back breakfast, and we’ll eat in bed, okay? I’m really sorry,” He whispers apologetically, peeling away from you.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s what you have to do to pay the bills. Can you hand me Little B? He’s in my purse,” you ask, and Brendon obliges without comment, probably just happy you’re not crying.

You fall back asleep with the little guy in your arms.

Brendon knows it’s irrational when he comes back three hours later at 8 am, and he feels a tiny twinge of jealousy at the plush you’re cuddled up with. However, he feels it is not irrational that he’s upset when he climbs into bed with you, and instead of immediately clinging to him like always, you just clutch Little Brendon harder. Almost as if protecting the toy from Brendon.

“Y/N, I’m back,” he whispers in your ear, half-hoping you’ll throw the doll on the ground and roll over to make burning hot love to him for 12 hours straight. That’ll show Little Brendon. Well, no, it won’t, he has stuffing where his brain should be, but it’ll show him on principle.

You do roll over to throw an arm across him, but you still have little Brendon tucked under your other arm.

Brendon decides to call this one a draw.

“Did you bring food?” You mumble.

“Of course, darling. I’ll do anything to spoil you. That’s one of the perks of having a driver’s license and sentience.”

“…What?”

“Nothing. I’ll get your food.”

He insists on feeding you and rubbing your feet, and letting you watch whatever you want on the hotel TV. And it’s just because he wants to take care of you while you two are together. Definitely no other reason. He certainly feels no joy at the sight of Little Brendon lying discarded on the nightstand. Point Real Brendon.

After the day of pampering, it pains you when you check the clock, and it’s time to leave. “Alright, I’ve gotta head out, B. I can’t miss my flight,” you finally say, changing from Brendon’s T-shirt into real clothes.

Brendon thinks about protesting, but he knows better. You have your own life apart from him, and he respects that.

You cram your stuff in your overnight bag and give your goodbye hugs and kisses to Brendon. Then you kiss Little B before throwing him in your purse. You think you see Brendon scowl at your new companion, but you were probably just imagining it.

***

“Surprise!” Brendon shouts as he opens the door.

“Babe! Thank god I sent the strippers home early,” you joke as he sits next to you on the couch.

“Shit, I missed the strippers?”

“You fucking goof,” you laugh, playing with his hair. “What are you doing home early?”

“Nicole needed to come home for some emergency with her house, so I figured I’d charter the plane and zip down with her and Zack to spend the night with my beautiful wife.”

“God, that must’ve cost an arm and a leg, B.”

He shrugs, “Nah, we were only in Portland anyway, and it’s easier than finding a new bassist on short notice. This way, Nicole and I can be back for the San Jose show tomorrow night, and I get a whole twelve hours at home with my girl and my puppies.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad it worked out for everyone. Especially me,” you say, shifting to sit in Brendon’s lap.

You two finish up the episode you were watching before you insist that he comes to bed because he’s overworked and jetlagged. He’s sleepy and doesn’t need that much convincing, but he tries to put up a fight anyway.

“I only get a little bit of time with you; I don’t want to spend it sleeping,” he complains.

“This is the hardest I’ve ever had to work to get you in my bed,” you respond, yanking him to his feet.

His eyes light up, and you shake your head. “No, sir. We’re not having sex. You’re getting at least seven hours of sleep in your own bed with the love of your life, and then you’re going to take a shower, make me breakfast, and give San Jose the show of their lives. You’ll literally see me again in two days when I come to the LA show.”

He bites his lip, still trying to lay the seduction on thick.

“No! Bed! Or I’m making you sleep in the guest room!”

He sighs, trudging along behind you to the bedroom.

“Um, babe, I think you forgot to kick out your mistress before I got home,” he says, gesturing to his side of the bed where little Brendon is tucked into the comforter.

You scowl playfully. “Oh, shush you. Where else should I put him while making the bed?”

“I don’t know, but letting my replacement sleep in my spot feels a little on the nose.”

“He’s not your replacement, baby.”

“Really?” Brendon asks, picking up Little Brendon and getting into bed, “because” he sniffs Little Brendon’s head, “I’m pretty sure Little Brendon is wearing my fifty dollar cologne.”

You blush, “Okay, well I take him everywhere, and I didn’t want him to smell, and it’s not like I could use any of my perfumes…” you taper off, realizing that you may have given yourself away with the ‘take him everywhere’ line.

He narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything else before clicking out the light.

“Hey, Brendon?” You ask quietly.

“Mm?”

“Um, what did you do with Little B?”

Brendon clicks on the light. “Ah-ha! J’accuse! You’ve replaced me!”

“I just don’t want the dogs to rip him up and then leave me to clean up stuffing all morning!” You defend yourself.

“Well then, you won’t mind me putting him up on the dresser.”

“Of course, I won’t mind.”

Brendon puts Little B on the dresser and goes back to bed, so imagine his surprise when instead of waking up tangled in your arms the next morning, he’s not even touching you on the king bed. Instead, you’re hugging Little Bastard with your nose buried in his fabric hair.

Little B’s smirk taunts Brendon as he storms out of bed to make his damn wife breakfast. His damn wife.

***

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you whine, rubbing your hips frantically.

“Come,” he commands. “Let me see that pretty mouth fall open as you come all over our bedsheets, pretty girl.”

The angle on your clit is perfect, and the image of him getting off on your phone right along with you pushes you into bliss, and your orgasm rocks through your core. You know you’ve affected him when you hear him grunt as come rolls down his fist.

“God, babe, you’re incredible, from a completely different country, fuck, a completely different continent, you still turn me on like crazy,” he admires.

“I could say the same about you. I came so hard just from getting to hear and see you.” You tell him before accidentally dropping your phone. “Shit, sorry, my fingers are a little wet.

Brendon would normally just be admiring the soaked panties he’s getting a glimpse of, but instead, his attention is drawn between your thighs for a different reason.

“Were you getting off by humping Little Brendon?!”

“It’s not what it looks like, okay?” You say, picking up the phone. “He’s the perfect firmness, and he’s way easier to manage than a clunky pillow! It’s purely physical!”

Brendon scoffs, “I’ve bought you thousands of dollars in sex toys, and you turn to him? In our marital bed? I’m being cuckolded by polyester!”

“Brendon, it’s a stuffed animal, not the pool boy. You come back from England in three days, and you can fuck me however you want. Y’know, because of your functioning dick, tongue, and fingers?”

“Just as long as I don’t come back to find you rimming the stuffed tiger from Calvin and Hobbes,” he teases with a smile.

“Hm, is degrading Winnie the Pooh out of the question, too, then? because if that’s the case, then I’ll need to find different plans for tomorrow evening.”

He gives you a pointed look, feigning seriousness before cracking a grin. “Alright, alright, thank you for the orgasm. I’ll see you on Tuesday,” he says before blowing you a kiss before hanging up.

“That plush better count his days,” Brendon mumbles to himself before falling asleep.

***

“Do you want me to go with you to the store?” He offers.

“No, baby, enjoy some of your time at home. I’ll just bring my other husband for emotional support.” You toss Little Brendon in your purse.

“I remember when I was your emotional support at the grocery store…” Brendon starts, looking off into the distance.

“Yeah, me too, and you were terrible. You hated it. Rest assured, I’ll make you come back to the grocery store another time, but right now, I’m being nice because you just got back from tour. And you still have the dishes and the vacuuming to do.”

“Aye, aye, captain. Don’t let the paparazzi catch you smooching Little Brendon while I’m at home doing your dirty work,” he calls as you leave.

“No promises! He’s very tempting!”

***

“You never snuggle with me anymore,” Brendon pouts after you reject his advances in bed.

“It’s August, and you’re hot,” you complain, and he gives you a suggestive look. “Not that kind of hot, Casanova. I mean two minutes in, and you’re sweating all over me. It’s uncomfortable.”

“You snuggled with Little Brendon when I was gone!” He accuses.

“Yes, because I’ve grown accustomed to sleeping with something in my arms, and Little Brendon doesn’t sweat, or snore, or wake me up in the morning with his cock pressing into my thigh, or bicker with me about how I choose to sleep,” you explain, annoyed. Brendon looks genuinely upset, so you soften your face. “When the temperature isn’t in the triple digits, and we don’t literally stick together when we touch, we can cuddle. Okay?”

“Fine.”

***

“Bogart, hey buddy, look at this toy for you to chew on. Bite, bite, bite, kill,” he says, throwing Little Brendon to Bogart.

Bogart sighs and rests his head on Little Brendon like a pillow.

“First my wife and now my dog,” Brendon shouts, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Okay, this has gone on long enough,” you tell him, alerting him to your presence in the doorframe. “Sit,” you order, pointing to the couch. “Brendon, you’re jealous of a toy,” you state bluntly.

He blushes and grabs his stuffed enemy. “It’s not about the toy,” he finally admits.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“It’s just,” he struggles to find the right words, “I love touring. I love seeing all the different cities on my days off, meeting fans, partying with different bands, and most of all playing shows.” He takes a deep breath. “But I also love you. I love waking up with you, going out to dinner, watching you get off on my thigh, and just getting to be near you. So when I have to be away from you to tour, sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, and seeing you do the things I want to do with you with the stupid Beebo plush instead, kept bringing all of those feelings to the forefront” he confesses.

“Oh, B, of course, you made the right choice. I love you, and I miss you when you’re gone sometimes, but I love our life. I love getting my independence when you’re gone, visiting you on-tour, watching you do what you love, having super hot reunion sex. So yeah, sometimes I just wanna squeeze you and smell your cologne and kiss your little face, but I’d never want you to sacrifice your career for that,” you say. “You wanna know why I like Little B so much?”

“Because he’s so good for humping?”

“No,” you laugh, “well, yes, actually, he is. But it’s because he reminds me why I spend some nights alone and hop on dreadful red-eye flights every few weeks and have to hook up with my husband on a fucking bus. So you can put on this dumb gold jacket,” you fiddle with Little Brendon’s jacket, “and perform the songs you worked so hard on for hundreds of thousands of people, and then sell thousands of these dumb little dolls so we can live in a multi-million dollar house with a home studio and a heated pool.”

“So you’re not replacing me with the puppet doll?” He asks.

“Well, maybe a little, but sometimes you feel so intangible. Even when you’re here, I know you have other, more important obligations, so it’s nice to have something constant,” you laugh, “and I think Bogart feels the same way,” you say, pointing to the dog who is curled around his new friend protectively.

***

“You’ve created a monster!”

“Have not!”

“You were the one who gave him Little Brendon!”

Brendon’s eyes dart to the floor because you’re right.

Bogart grew attached to Little Brendon faster than you did and now gently carries the toy with him wherever he goes. If you try to reclaim Little Brendon, Bogart growls and snarls.

“It’s kind of cute, I guess. He’s protecting his daddy,” you say.

“Then it’s your fault for putting my cologne on him,” Brendon retorts.

“Ugh, fine,” you concede.

“Oh look, he’s dropped it,” Brendon points out.

At first, you think it’s a good thing, but you both recognize the look Bogart’s giving.

“Go, Bog! Get it!” Brendon cackles as the dog pounces.

“Oh no, you don’t, bad dog,” you scold, snatching the toy away. “If you wanna hump something, I think Zack’s coming over tonight, but we don’t do that to mommy’s things.”

Brendon’s still laughing his ass off, and you shoot him a dirty look. “C’mon, babe, you’ve blue-balled him,” Brendon says, pointing to the sad-looking dog.

“Bogart is fixed and doesn’t have balls, a characteristic you two will soon have in common if you don’t stop giggling like a ten-year-old,” you threaten, and he, wisely, shuts up. “That’s what I thought. And if anything, this is just vindication for me because I told you Little Brendon was good for humping, and you dismissed it,” you tell him.

“Okay, fine, there was a brief period of time when I was irrationally jealous of a toy,” he admits. “But I think you should get another taste of the real thing before you decide who’s the better lay once and for all,” Brendon says, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Brendon!” You lightheartedly protest in his arms.

***

You’re lying on his chest contentedly as he strokes your arm. “You wanna know what I miss the most about getting to cuddle with you when you’re touring? Something Little Brendon doesn’t give me?”

“Hm?”

“Your heartbeat. Feeling it under my head or under my palm. Especially if we’re lying together for a while. I love how it slows and steadies the longer we’re with each other. So comforting.”

***

Little Brendon is sitting on your bed with a card that says, “Squeeze me!” on the front. You squeeze the plush, and you immediately recognize Brendon’s heartbeat coming softly from the chest of the toy. You smile and pick up the card.

Hey, baby! It reads, I’m no doubt missing you on the second leg of tour right now, but if you really need some comfort, I hope this’ll do. The recording lasts about an hour, and I made sure it got down to my resting heart rate before it stops. I’m sorry for being a jealous dick about a stuffed animal, but even my possessive lizard brain wants you to have something to make you feel better if you’re ever stressed or upset. (And now that the Beebo plushies are officially for sale, you can rest easy knowing yours is special)

xoxoxo,

Brendon

#why did i write this?#brendon urie fanfiction #Brendon x Reader #my own work #brendon urie #panic! at the disco #panic at the disco #brendon urie smut #brendon urie fluff

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therosebudgirlwriter · 2 years

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Little Puff Daycare (Chapter 6: Lasagna and Panic)

Simon

After I explain the situation to Rosie (Who raises her eyebrow and sighs. Just like Baz used to), I find a bus to Baz’s. Rosie is pretty quiet throughout the whole trip. Once we get off I let Rosie lead the way to this massive apartment complex. She must visit him a lot. I shoot a quick text to Baz, letting him know we arrived, and then we head up to his apartment.

The apartment is a lot smaller than I would have expected. And every single surface is covered in arts and crafts done by Rosie. It’s a lot more cluttered than I would expect, but it still somehow looks so neat and tidy.

Rosie starts unpacking her bag and telling me where everything thing goes. She’s such a smart little kid. She makes me stick her family portrait on the fridge. It’s only her and Baz.

It’s still cute though. I’m sure her parents will love it nonetheless. I’ll ask Baz to send them a photo of it.

My phone buzzes and I quickly check it. It’s only an email from one of the parents. I open up my messages with Baz. Just to check if it sent. He’s read it.

That’s good. And he can’t really respond. He’s in a lecture after all.

I close my phone before I send him twenty more texts.

“SIMON COME LOOK AT MY ROOM!” Rosie screams. Her room? Huh?

“Inside voice Rosie.” I tell her as she tugs me down the hallway. There only seems to be one room. Maybe she stays there when she sleeps over here. She pushes open the door to the room. It looks so neat. At school, Baz never had a single thing out of place in his side of our room. I see that hasn’t changed. He still has his violin. I used to tell him how much I hated it (LIES). I wonder if he still plays.

Rosie pokes me until I look back at her.

“MY ROOM NOWWWW! Oops sorry Mr Simon. I don’t like inside voices”

At least she’s honest.

She drags me into what appears to be the walk in closet. Well, what was the walk in closet. A small bed is pushed up against the wall. The shelving on the opposite side is filled with Baz’s clothes.

He must have made her a room for when she stays over. So cute (I’m not sure if I mean the room or Baz - or both).

While we are playing with her Barbies, my phone buzzes. It’s Baz.

Thank you for not getting her killed. There is leftover lasagna in the fridge for the both of you.

U r welcome. Thnx 4 the food.

Please learn to spell.

I find myself giggling. How stupid.

Rosie and I play Barbies for a bit longer. Eventually she starts getting hungry, so I heat up the lasagne. Next week I’ll get Rosie to cook something with me. Or maybe we could bake something! Like scones. Then she won’t have to eat mine.

After we both finish the lasagne, we settle down on the couch and watch Nemo.

Rosie dozes off about half way through the movie. I look at my phone and realise it’s already 6:35. Baz should be here soon then. Just then, my phone buzzes. Speak of the devil.

Hey Simon. I am leaving uni now. I will see you in half an hour.

kk - also rosie fell asleep on the couch, do I put her in her bed?

Baz

Shit. He knows. He’s seen her room. He must know she’s my kid now. I stupidly forgot that he doesn’t know. He’s going to hate me again.

I think I’m going to be sick. My phone buzzes twice and I almost drop it. I hesitantly open my conversation with him.

He’s sent me a picture of her asleep on the couch. She’s got her favourite Barbie in her hands.

you’re so lucky - she’s a real cutie

I am lucky. I know the whole teen father thing wasn’t great, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I would choose her over anyone.

You can put her to bed. She looks exhausted. Thank you.

Simon

Rosie cleans her teeth and changes into her pjs before she crawls into bed. She’s asleep within an instant. Teachers always say they don’t have favourites, but they do. Rosie is definitely one of mine. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the kids I teach.

I’ve always loved kids. I would spend my summers away from school helping mum at the daycare. I never thought of doing anything else. And getting a job at a kindergarten isn’t that hard when your mum owns one.

I wonder what Baz is studying at uni? I’ll have to ask. I’ll do that after I ring Penny and Shep.

Baz

I’m late. For the second time. Snow has cursed me. I run up to the door and let myself in. Simon is sitting on the couch, staring into space. He does that a lot. I walk up and tap him on the shoulder.

I regret it instantly.

He grabs my arm and shoves me to the floor as he scrambles off the couch and turns to face me.

“Ouch Snow.” I whine from where I lay sprawled on the floor. My head hurts.

“Shit Baz. You scared me!”

“I think you’ve given me a concussion, you brute.” I whinge, while rubbing the back of my head.

“Sorry!” he says, while pulling me off the floor. He sets me down on the couch and runs off down the hallway.

Brilliant.

Surprisingly, he returns. He offers me a pack of peas and corn wrapped in a tea towel.

“I really am sorry Baz.”

“It’s fine Simon. I’ll be fine.”

I’m surprised Rosie didn’t wake up after all the loud noises. She is quite a heavy sleeper.

And then I remember the fact that Simon definitely knows about Rosie and I. Shit, I think I might vomit.

Simon

Baz suddenly looks quite ill. He looks at the floor and takes some deep breaths.

Have I missed something?

Shit. I don’t know what to do.

In a panic I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“Are your parents too old to look after Rosie or something?”

Wtf Brain. Way to make Baz hate you again.

“Sorry. You just look after her a lot. Way more than any of the other kids siblings.”

He just looks at me, slowly blinking.

Baz

Oh, my sweet, sweet Simon. You are so thick.

He really doesn’t know.

I didn’t account for the fact that Snow was so incredibly dense. I mean in high school, he broke up with his long term girlfriend (ugh) Agatha, only for her to tell him she’d already explicitly broken up with him. Twice.

“Sorry Baz. I didn’t mean to sticky beak. I just think you’re a great brother. You do so much for her.”

He’s being so sweet and open. I should tell him.

But I just can’t.

So I do the only thing I know to do.

“Were you watching Finding Nemo, Simon? Aren’t you a bit too old for that?”

He looks at me, then to the TV before he realises what I’m talking about. Good lord. He is so thick.

Simon

He totally deflected that compliment. Doesn’t matter. I catch him up on what Rosie and I did and he nods along. I remember he hasn’t eaten anything, so when he finally goes to wash up I defrost the leftover lasagne and put away the now completely melted peas and corn packet.

Baz still takes like 20 minutes to shower. I didn’t expect anything different

Baz

Simon shoves a plate of lasagne at me when I walk into the kitchen.

“Thought you might be a bit hungry.” He mutters, looking at the floor. Christ, he’s adorable. And I am quite hungry.

Simon just sort of sits and watches me as I eat. Younger me would have pretended to hate the attention. I don’t.

Once I finish eating I start on the dishes but half way through my phone starts ringing. It’s Ellie.

I go to my bedroom to answer, just in case she says something stupid.

Good thing I did.

“How was Rosie’s playdate with the love of your life?”

“Be quiet you eejit. He’s still here.”

“HELLO SIMON. ” she screeches. Thank goodness she’s not on speaker.

“He’s in the lounge room.”

I can practically hear her pout through the phone.

“Why’s he still over? It’s almost 10pm Basilton. You have some pLaNs?”

I hate her. Plus it’s not that late. It’s like 9pm. I say as much.

“Actually Basilton, I think you’ll find that it’s 9:48. So I was right. And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Bye Ellie!” I say, hanging up.

He’s still here. Why?

Simon

When Baz rushes out of the room, I finish off the dishes and go to call Penny and Shep.

It’s like 9:50. I should go.

I get halfway to the door, but I turn back around. I feel bad. I can’t just leave. Plus, Baz hasn’t kicked me out yet.

Maybe he wants me here.

Ha, as if.

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wolfish-trickster · 4 years

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Show, don't tell

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 815

Summary: your friends dare you to tell your crush how you feel. But since you're mischievious just like him, you'll do it in your way

Warnings: none i guess (besides my bad grammar, but you already know that) and Loki is slightly ooc

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

When you were a kid you saw a little boy at your favourite playground. He never spoke, he only moved his fingers and hands strangely. When you asked your parent, they said it's called sign language and people who can't hear use it to comunicate.

Later in your life you met a girl in school who was deaf and lonely. You wanted to become her friend so you took few classes and learned sign. You two were always together, best friends till the end of the school. You two stayed in contact after you went your separate ways.

That was the past. Now you had another person in your life who knew sign language: Clint Barton. Actually, you taught him sign when he lost hearing in an accident on a mission. You were friends ever since. He introduced you to the rest of the Avengers and they became your friends as well. You began spending a lot of time in the tower, you slept over sometimes so Tony gave you your own room. It was smaller than the rest of the Avengers' and was practically the attic of the tower, but it was cozy and you liked it.

It was a cloudy friday and you just entered the tower. You and Natasha wanted to hang out (and how better than having a sleepover with movies, nail polish and classic girly thing Nat doesn't get to enjoy in her hero time?)

As you stumbled across the living area you heard voices. Most likely coming from the party deck. Strange, Tony didn't mention any parties.

You walked one floor upstairs and saw Clint, Nat, Steve, Bucky and Thor sitting on couches, a single glass bottle layed on the table. Everyone had their heads turned towards the ceiling. You looked up and saw Peter making a giant web.

He sticked a big spider plushie inside and swung himself down to couches. "Alright, my turn."

"What are guys doing?" you sat down next to Thor.

"Playing truth or dare of course," Peter explained as he spinned the bottle.

"We are teching Thor what people do to embarass eachother," Natasha chuckled as she was showing you her pigtails and childish make up.

"Can I join?" you asked.

"Sure, who knows, maybe it will land on you."

The bottle stopped right as Nat finished the sentence. Its openening pointing to Clint.

"Alright mister Barton, truth or dare?" Peter asked.

"For the last time kid, just Clint. Truth, I already picked dare twice. Let's hear your question."

"Alright, ummmm," Peter held his chin inbetween his fingers, thinking. He snapped. "What happened in Budapest?"

Clint and Natasha looked at eachother smirking. This will take a while.

After few more rounds the bottle finally pointed to you. Your heart pounded with excitement and fear at the same time.

"So," Steve sat a little straighter, "truth or dare?"

"Uhm...... I'm a big girl, dare!"

"Okay then, I dare you to-"

"How in the nine did that web get there?"

All of you turned to the entrance hall. Loki stood there, arms crossed, leaning against a wall.

"Uuuuuh a giant spider?" Peter smiled sheepishly trying too hard to be believable.

"We are playing a game to embarrass eachother. Join us. It's way more fun than I expected," Thor invited Loki.

Loki shook his head. "I have no interest in games today. Maybe later I shall join," his eyes locked with yours. He smiled softly and waved at you. "Hello Y/N."

You blushed and waved back. "Hi Loki."

The younger prince then turned, walked to Tony's stash of alcohol and found himself a glass.

You smiled to yourself. He ignored everyone in the room and said 'hello' to you. Only you. It felt good being noticed.

You felt stares on yourself. Everyone looking at you. Clint smirked and whispered something to Steve. Both of them smirked (almost mischeviously) as they leaned against the back of the couch.

Steve licked his lips. "I dare you to tell Loki you have a crush on him."

"What? No, no way. I change my mind, I want truth."

"I may be too old for this but even I know that's not how this game works, doll," Bucky chuckled at your poor attempt to get yourself out of the dare.

"But- I can't do that, I mean.... I like him, really but not like-," you noticed Natasha raising an eyebrow at you, "-that. Oh gosh, is it obvious?" you asked as you hid your burning face in your hands.

A loud and clear 'yes' was said in unison. You groaned and pulled your knees towards your chest hiding you even more. "This is bad guys. I can't tell him."

"A dare is a dare, you have to."

"But I can't! I can be glad a god, and a bookworm one, considers me his friend. With admitting my true feelings to him I risk looosing him for good!"

Thor huffed. "Loki is not mean. Well, not THAT mean at least. Besides, worse could have happened. Like that one time he and this maiden-"

"We are NOT discussing his previous love life infront of her!" Natasha interrupted Thor's story.

As they started to argue Clint smiled at you and started signing: *I may be deaf, but I'm not blind. I can see it in his eyes. He likes you and I doubt he will reject you. There is something pure between you two, would be a shame if not explored and deepened. * he winked at you as he signed the word "deepened".

His encouraging words helped you sooth your anxiety. He was right. There is something between you, you just aren't sure if that something is romantic.

You took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm going."

You smirked secretely when all they could see was your back. Oh, you are going to tell him, but in your way.

You found Loki sitting at a bar, book on the table, a glass of wine in his hand. You sat on a chair next to him and tapped his shoulder. "I thought you don't drink," you gestured at his drink.

He chuckled. "Just because I can't get drunk from midgardian alcohol doesn't mean I can't enjoy their taste. Do you want some?" he held out his glass to you.

You put a hand on his own and pushed the glass away. "No, thank you."

You heard a cough behind your back. Those bastards must be watching. Time to confess.

"Actually, Loki I came here because I got a dare."

"And what is that?"

You cracked your knuckles and signed out: *I love you Loki*

You made sure it was visible enough for the audience behind you. From the sound of facepalms and groans, they saw it crystal clear.

Loki on the other hand was completely confused. "Eeeh, they dared you to move your hands in my presence? How is that embarrassing? They clearly never played a REAL embarrassing game."

You shrugged. "A dare is a dare. I did it, now it's my turn. Want to help with my revenge?" you tried doing his signature smirk.

He grinned. "I would love to, my dear."

Few days passed since you 'confessed' your feelings to Loki.

Nothing changed between you two, he was still polite and charming as ever and you were comfortable in your role of a friend.

Now when you think of it, he began touching you more, not in a creepy way. He also started to make you cups of tea or hot chocolate whenever you visited or when he accidentally brusged his hand along your cold one. He let you borrow his books and when you returned them he eagerly asked you about your opinion.

Maybe something has changed. Maybe, just maybe, he started catching feelings for you too.

Your mind wandered to Loki again just as you were unlocking door to your apartment after a long day at work. You sighed, taking your clothes off and planing to sleep until it's time to sleep for real.

A giant bouquet of red roses on your kitchen table surprised you. You jumped as you heard Loki's voice behind you. "I just couldn't come bare handed now, could I?"

"Loki! What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

He scratched the back of his head. "Sorry. I had to see you."

Your heart sped up. "R-really? Well, that's nice but you could've just called, you know?"

"I still have to ask Tony to get me on of those phones. Listen, I.... do you remember that night, when you played truth or dare and you had to move your hands in front of me?"

You smiled at the memory. Everyone was so annoyed you tricked them. Loki would probably be proud of you. If he knew.

"Yes, I do. What about it?"

"Well, uh- could you do it again?" he asked with, what was it? Shyness in his voice?

"Oh, okay," you said and your hands and fingers spelled out your confession once more.

Loki smiled at you softly. He raised his hands and started signing *I love you too Y/N, I have for a long time. Can we, perhaps, be in a relationship? * he dropped his hands and looked at you hopefully.

You couldn't believe your eyes. He knew how to sign? Since when?

"I've been learning ever since that 'truth or dare' night happened. I wanted to know if your dare wasn't putting a silent curse on me."

You stared up at him. "Did I ask that out loud?"

"No, but you had it written all over your face," he chuckled and tucked stray hair from your eyes. "So, now that we know how the other one feels, can I kiss you?"

As much as you wanted to say yes, you had a different idea. "Even though I enjoy the effort you put into the confession, could you say it out loud? You know, just to be sure," you smirked.

Loki chuckled. "I know I fell in love with the right person. I love you darling."

You stood on your toes and your nose brushed his. "I love you too," you softly pecked his lips. His hands held onto your waist as your own snaked around his neck.

When you two parted he rested his forhead on yours.

"Loki?"

"Yes dear?"

"Can you stay here and cuddle with me? I'm incredibly tired."

You felt his lips on your cheek as he led you towards your couch. "I would love nothing more."

#loki x reader #loki odinson #loki #loki laufeyson #the avengers #fluffy loki #loki fluff #fluff

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therougeone · 3 years

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DreamSMP mall AU

Hey me and my friend made a DreamSMP mall AU, this is just stuff we thought would be funny and sorry that we didn't include everyone. And think of this as their canon characters but in our world. Hope you enjoy! Floor 1 Dream- owner of the mall (obv) it's called the Dream SMP standing for Super Mall Plaza creative ik George- mattress store (falls asleep during shifts) Sapnap- grills/kinda outdoorsy things (called BadBoyHalo dad once and now it's a meme) Callahan- mini Bass and Pro shop (pranks Tommy and Quackity with money on the end of a fishing rod yet they both know but still play into the bit) Awesamdude- electronics shop (Sam Nook is the voice you hear in fancy phones stores and Tommy talked to it enough that Sam coded it to talk back using Animal Crossing noises) Alyssa- owned a party city but moved and everyone kept the shop there but never restocked Ponk- a Rite Aid type shop where he only has lemon flavored cough drops (handed lemons out to people enough that Sam made him a nametag that said Life) BadBoyHalo- a build a bear/stuffed animal place (plays into all the dad memes... that's our only head canon) Wilbur Soot- music shop with guitars+ukuleles+pianos (runs it with Tommy and Tubbo cause their too young to own a store) TommyInnit- works with Wilbur and follows Dream around the mall causing chaos Tubbo- works with Wilbur and hangs out with Sam cause their both redstone nerds Floor 2 Fundy- prank shop (think of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes from Harry Potter) Punz- pawn shop and runs/steals from the lost & found Purpled- grocery store kinda deal (always out so everyone steals food from him) intimidated Dream with his math skills to get his own shop even tho he's a minor Schlatt- a liquor store (old friends with Wilbur) Skeppy- an escape room (right next to the escalator connecting floors, Bad is next to the bottom of it) Eret- cloths store (has high heeled boots and capes and everyone questions why) Jack Manifold- movie theater (Tommy and Tubbo help out a lot and steal popcorn) Nikki Nihachu- bakery ofc (has discounts for friends and gives ppl cookies on her break) Quackity- mini casino (bets with Schlatt a lot and always loses) Karl- library (but always out of town cause of MrBeast stuff) Floor 3 HBomb- Pokémon/anime store (wears cat ears for no reason) Technoblade- knife shop (steals potatoes from Purples store) Antfrost- a little pet shop with fish+hamsters (Floof sits by the windows) Philza- a VR place with a moving chair and everything (rest of Sleepy Bois hang out there a lot) Connor- old arcade (finishes games even if there's customers waiting and has a rivalry with HBomb) Vikkstar+Lazarbeam- high end watch and jewelry shop (only Karl shops there) Ranboo- has a toy booth stall thing with Tubbo (Tommy winds up the robot toys and lets them loose, they have a stuffed animal named Michael from Bad's shop) Foolish__Gamers- legossss, everyone commissions him to build things for their stores (he loves building so much he sleeps at Georges shop so he can wake up there and build) Hannahxxrose- flower shop (Bad always gets the red flowers) Puffy- McDonalds but calls it McPuffys (does therapy in the back room) Floor 4 (last one don't worry) Slimecicle- a rlly bad corndog shop (hangs out with Schlatt+SBI) Ninja- energy drink booth (he married George one day when they were sleep deprived and no one lets them live it down) Karl is his most frequent customer Andrea Botez- cake pop stand (makes them into the shape of chess pieces) went on a movie date with Jack while Tommy&Tubbo helped Pokimane- high end food place (Karl's the only one who buys anything) Corpse Husband- an eboy café and his own songs r the only thing playing (he's out a lot for music and only comes to self advertise) KSI- buffalo wings (Dreams tried it and avoids this part of the mall now) gets along with Bad surprisingly well MrBeast- MrBeast Burger obv (also only comes to self advertise or give away food) Lil Nas X- sells cotton candy and only got a shop causes the malls popular Drista- Dreams sister and hangs out with Tommy (Punz askers her

to steal stuff from Dream for his shop) LanuSky (Lani)- Tubbos sister and helps decorate the mall for holidays

#dream smp #mcyt #dream smp au

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sub-hoshi-enthusiast · 5 years

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Hi! Can I request Hoseok from BTS with a pain kink? 😏

Hobi is my Bias Wrecker, I felt like I was betraying Jimin the entire time I was writing this... but I do love myself some sub!Hobi! 🥵🥵 Sorry for the long wait, I started writing this a while ago but got writers block about half way through.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Hobi, fem!dom!reader, pegging, degradation, spanking, pain kink.

Mistress's Little Painslut

Hobi was sure you were just torturing him by now. He has had a crush on you since you both turned 17. You had originally been one of his sister's friends, but when you two met, no one could deny the immediate connection. You were there to cheer him on when he started dancing. You were the one to convince him that he should try out and become a trainee at BigHit. When he felt like quitting, you were always there to cheer him up, telling him all of his hard work would pay off. A few months later it did- he joined a boy group called BTS and became a worldwide phenomenon. You were there with him for everything. It wasn't a surprise he introduced you to the rest of his members as soon as he possibly could.

Since you two have known each other since third grade, you are very comfortable around each other. You would sleep over at the dorms a lot- ARMY knew who you were a few months after BTS's debut and shipped you and Hobi hardcore so you didn't need to worry about scandals-, you would give each other 'friendly' kisses on the cheek, and were almost always seen out together.

Just like Hoseok, you were a dancer, and enjoyed learning all the BTS choreography by heart. You have been going to college for dancing for quite a few years now. It is common knowledge that dancers have amazing thighs, look at almost any Kpop dancer and you will see they have thighs of a greek god. So it was a given you loved looking at your best friend's thighs and ass- you had told him once if there's a nice ass you have to appreciate it. What was torturing him, however, was the fact that you liked to grab it.

If you were just standing next to him, your hand was in his back pocket. After dancing with him, you would walk over and slap or squeeze his ass before you left. You had started doing it absentmindedly at this point. You would be looking down at your phone, not realizing he was right next to you, and you would just reach down and squeeze his ass. He liked when you did it absentmindedly though. When you just did it normally, you made sure not to hit too hard, just light enough for it to be friendly. But when you weren't thinking about it, you would grab him hard and, god, did he love it. He would have to bite his lip to make sure he wouldn't let out an embarrassingly loud sound and weird you out. He would always blush and tell you to stop with a chuckle, but he was sure if you did actually stopped, he would be on his knees begging you to do it again.

The boys were throwing a party to celebrate them performing at the Grammys, though you were slightly pissed off that they weren't nominated for anything, but they decided to invite you anyway. It was just you, the boys, and a lot of alcohol. Luckily, you had a high alcohol tolerance, but Hobi didn't, so you made sure to check on him to make sure he wasn't completely wasted by the end of the night. You were all sitting in the living room, laughing at some dumb joke Jin had told (Yoongi was drunk enough to lay back and actually laugh at his horrible dad jokes). You looked down at your glass and saw it was almost empty.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, anyone coming with?" You asked as you stood up from your spot on the couch between Hobi and Jimin, having to pry Jimin's arms off you in order to stand up. Hobi looked at his empty glass, decided he wasn't drunk enough yet and stood up to follow you.

"I'll get something too." You both walked to the kitchen after seeing no one else was getting up. You reached into the fridge and got a coke and some whipped cream flavored vodka as your best friend just got a beer. You were pouring your drink next to Hobi, who was facing the counter and opening his beer with the bottle opener before pouring it in a glass. You absentmindedly reached down and gave his ass a harsh squeeze after you finished your drink. He was already tipsy, so he couldn't hold back the little whimper that left his lips. He was hoping it was quiet enough so you couldn't hear it, but when you froze in front of the fridge after putting away the bottle of vodka, he knew that wasn't the case. You slowly turned around and faced him with wide eyes, watching as his face suddenly lit up a fiery red.

"D-did you just-"

"No!" He immediately cut you off before running back to the living room. He was always a horrible liar and you both knew it. A smirk fell on your face as you started thinking of a plan. You entered the living room with a neutral look on your face.

"What took you so long, did you get lost in there or something?" Yoongi joked as he looked up at you. You chuckled and sat back on the couch.

"No, I accidentally spilled a coke so I cleaned it up and got another one." He nodded, believing the flimsy excuse you gave him. No one thought anything of it when you leaned over and cuddled up to Hobi, since it was something you two always did. He tensed up beside you but relaxed after you did nothing but lay on him for a few minutes. After a few more games, jokes, and about halfway through a movie you had looked at the time. Time to put your plan in action.

"Well, this was fun but I really need to get going." You said as you stood up from the couch, having to pry Jimin off you yet again- you forgot how clingy he was when he was drunk. The boys all pouted, saying you could just stay the night.

"No no no, I would love to but I have an interview in the morning for a new job."

"Another one? Don't you already have two part time jobs?" Jungkook asked as he looked up at you. You shrugged.

"College is expensive."

"I'm so glad I'm never going to college." You laughed and patted his shoulder before heading to the door.

"Aren't you drunk? You can't drive home. Let one of us drive you." Namjoon said before you opened the door. You laughed and shook your head.

"The only one that isn't drunk is Taehyung, and he's sleeping so I don't want to wake him. It's a short walk to my place from here, I'll be fine." Jin looked at the clock.

"It's 10 o'clock at night, it's dangerous for you to be walking alone out there. Let one of us at least walk with you." You smirked before turning towards the boys.

"Alright. Hobi, are you alright with walking me home?" His eyes widened as he quickly saw what you were doing. It would look way too suspicious if he turned down your offer, and all the boys would bombard him with questions as soon as you left. He slowly nodded his head and walked towards you. You smiled sweetly up at him. "Ok, goodnight you guys."

A chorus of 'goodbye's is all you heard before you closed the door and started your journey home. Hobi looked at the ground for most of the walk staying silent. You giggled as you looked over at him.

"What? Are you scared of me now?" He looked up at you for a second before looking quickly back down with a short chuckle. "Is this because of what happened in the kitchen?" You saw his ears burn red before slowly nodding. You chuckled. "Hobi, it's not that big of a deal. We've been best friends for, like, 20 years. I don't want this to make you awkward around me." He let out a sigh and looked up at you with a slight smile. "Now, if I may ask, what exactly happened in the kitchen?" He gulped and looked away from you.

"W-well, you usually grab my ass a lot harder when you aren't r-really thinking about it, s-so it kind of hurt." He managed to stutter out. Your eyes widened in realization.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize… but i don't think you're telling me the whole truth." He gulped and snapped his head over to you as you both stopped in your tracks at your front door.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well…" you started as you slowly walked toward Hobi, making him back up with every step you took forward, "The sound you let out didn't really sound like you were in pain. In fact..." Hobi gulped as you pressed him against your door with a wicked smirk, "...it sounded like you enjoyed it." His breathing had doubled its pace as his eyes looked at everything but you. You grabbed his chin and made him face you, as your other hand reached down and harshly grabbed a handful of his ass. He whimpered again, almost loud enough to be a moan this time. You smirked wider and leaned in to press a few kisses to the side of his throat as you lifted your knee to press against his growing erection. He whined and held onto your shoulders as you pushed your knee harder against him. You bit down on a spot on his neck, close to his collar bones.

"H-harder." He barely mumbled. You stopped what you were doing and looked up at him.

"What?" He gulped and locked eyes with you as a pretty pink color stained his face.

"H-harder. Please- b-bite me harder." You smirk at his answer and leaned back into his neck, biting him hard enough to almost draw blood. He moaned louder, throwing his head back against the wooden door as his hands tangled themselves in your hair.

"Oh, so my little baby's a painslut, huh?" You teased as you grabbed his ass again. He whimpered loudly and grinded his hard-on against your knee at a faster pace. "Fuck, you just keep getting hotter." You growled against him before quickly opening the door, almost making him fall before you grabbed his hips and pulled him up. You shoved him into the house, slamming and locking the door behind you before you grabbed his wrist with a bruising force, dragging him to the bedroom. He almost fell on the floor as you threw him in your room, closing the door behind you. When he saw the look of hunger in your eyes as you turned around, he bit his lip and shivered. You quickly made your way across the room and pulled him in for a kiss, harshly pinning him down on your bed. He whimpered beneath you when you pulled away, biting so hard on his lip you drew blood. He reached his hands up to remove your shirt, making you grab his hand and pin them above his head.

"No touching or moving until I tell you to." You told him, making him whine in protest. You immediately ripped his clothes off before leaning down and sucking marks on his neck and chest, making sure that by the end of the night everyone would know who he belonged to. He was whimpering pitifully beneath you and squirming in your grip. You started grinding your hips into his as you pulled away from his neck, looking down at his flushed face.

"How long have you been thinking about this? Me pinning you down and making you mine as you whimper like a dumb pup beneath me. How long?" He let out a shaky moan as you grinded your hips into his harder.

"G-God, ages! Always wanted mistress to pin me down and mark me, h-hurt me, dominate me, do w-whatever she wants with me, because I'm just her dumb little painslut." He whined as he threw his head back. Your pupils dilated when you heard him call you mistress and you smirked down at him. You tutted at him, shaking your head.

"I don't think you're supposed to think about your best friend like that, baby. What a naughty boy." You whispered lowly into his ear. He started breathing heavily as he grinded his hips up to meet yours with shallow whimpers. You thought for a second before smirking and pinning his hips to the bed. You chuckled darkly in his ear, making a shiver shoot up his spine.

"What did I say about moving, baby?" His eyes widened as he immediately started trying to stutter out an explanation.

"I-I'm sorry! You just felt so g-good mistress, I-I couldn't help myself! I-" you landed a harsh slap on his thigh which made him whine.

"I didn't ask for your pathetic excuses." Your eyes lit up as you thought of something. You moved to sit up but paused and looked down at him, your eyes softening. "Safe word?" He blinked and looked up at you in confusion from your sudden change in tone. You reached one of your hands up and moved a few strands of hair from his face. "I know this probably ruins the mood, but you're still my best friend and I want to make sure I don't make you uncomfortable." He cringed beneath you as you called him your best friend, sadness showing in his eyes. "What's wrong baby?" He looked away from you, a gloss over his eyes told you he might start crying soon.

"You… you called me your best friend so I just-" the sniffle he let out cut him off as the tears slowly started falling down his face before he turned to lock eyes with you, the sadness in them breaking your heart, "-I just thought that you saw t-this as a one night s-stand and we wouldn't talk about it again, which sucks b-because I've had this huge c-crush on you since we were s-seventeen." You pulled him to sit up and pressed kisses all over his face while wiping the tears away.

"Oh, baby, no! I just wasn't sure what you would want me to call you! I mean, we aren't officially dating yet, are we?" He looked up at you as you held his face softly in your hands.

"I-I guess not…"

"Well, now we are. You are now officially my boyfriend." You told him in a playful tone as you gave him a light peck on the nose, making him giggle. He took a deep breath in and let it out before looking at you again.

"Red." You tilted your head in confusion. "My safe word, it's red."

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"What were you gonna do?"

"Well, I was going to spank you but if you're still too sensitive-" before you could finish your sentence he moved your legs so you were sitting on the edge of the bed and draped himself over them with his ass in the air, looking up at you expectantly. You laughed before lightly kneading the skin of his ass.

"You're sure?" He nodded enthusiastically and pushed his ass back into your hand more. You let out a breath before looking back down at him with a dark look in your eyes. "I think fifteen sounds good, don't you baby?" He shivered and nodded eagerly with a whimper. You smirked and brought your hand up before smacking his ass with a harsh slap that echoed around the room, followed up a loud whimper from Hobi. "I want you to count out loud for me."

"Yes mistress!" He exclaimed as he pushed his ass back into your hand as it kneaded the slowly reddening skin. You slapped the area between his thigh and ass, hitting harder than you did before. "F-fuck, two!" You did this for a few more minutes. By the time you reached ten, you could feel how hard he was against you as his precum soaked through your jeans.

"Thirt-teen! F-f- fuck- fourteen!" You smirked down at him as you felt him grinding his hard-on against the rough fabric of your jeans. You waited a minute before rearing your hand back and slapping him as hard as you could.

"FIFTEEN!!" He called out as his body jerked forward. He slowly fell limp against your legs, not having the strength to hold himself up as you kneaded his ass, which now had a red handprint on it. He whimpered and started pushing his hard cock against your jean clad thigh. He let out a loud yelp when you slapped his ass again.

"Did I say you could move, slut?" He bit his lip with a whine as you pulled him up by his hair and pushed him back against the mattress.

"N-no, mistress, 'm sorry." He whimpered as he looked up at you. You smirked down at him before reaching into your bedside drawer and pulled out two black ribbons, using one to tie him to the headboard and the other to blindfold him.You heard his breath hitch as you restricted his vision, making him 3x more sensitive. He turned his head as he heard you open your bedside drawer and pull something out, shortly after hearing the sound of your pants hitting the floor. He shook with a loud gasp as he felt the tip of a strap-on he had remembered seeing in your drawer but had never mentioned to you. You let out a dark chuckle and leaned down so you were blowing hot breath on his ear.

"I don't think bad boys deserve to be stretched out, do they baby?" He let out a moan as you bit down harshly on his earlobe.

"I-" he was cut off by another whimper as you slapped one of the many red marks you had left on his ass.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." You growled before slamming your hips into his, not giving him time to adjust before pounding ruthlessly into him. He let out loud cries of pleasure as his back lifted off the bed, his head thrown back in pleasure.

"O-oh my god!!" He whimpered out in a high-pitched tone when he felt your hand creep up his chest before settling around his throat. You smirked and squeezed, making him gasp and squirm more beneath you. You continued to pound into him, leaning down to press kisses over the bruises you had left on his neck at the beginning of your session. After a few minutes, he came hard after you had given him permission to do so. He expected you to stop or slow down, but he let out a pathetic moan as you sped up the pace of your hips.

"W-wait, mistress!! Fuck- I-It hurts." He felt you devilishly smirk against his neck.

"You said you've had a crush on me since we were 17, right?" You asked him as you slightly slowed down the movement of your hips and lightened your grip on his throat. He slowly nodded in confusion. At his answer you sped up the pace of your hips again, moving the hand that was wrapped around his throat to pinch and tease his nipples. "Then you're going to cum for each year you kept this secret from your mistress." He moaned louder as he came again, coating his stomach with his seed as you continued to pound into him, lightly scratching over the red marks on his ass. Tears started streaming down his flushed face as Hobi realized he was in for a long night.

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regrettablewritings · 4 years

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How They Spend the Quarantine (Tadashi Hamada, Lucifer Morningstar, Dewey Finn, Wade Wilson, Harley Quinn, & Benoit Blanc)

Just a fun (?? is that even responsible to say?) little thing I’ve been thinking about while slogging through this neverending hellscape of an extended lockdown.

Tadashi Hamada

When San Fransokyo was ordered to go into a lockdown, there were mixed feelings.

At first, Tadashi had a hint of optimism that this would mean more time to work on his prospective projects . . . But then he quickly realized that his projects mostly required tools and space offered by the campus. He could technically make do at home, but it wouldn’t quite be the same considering the garage was considered Hiro’s space.

Somberly had to clean out his lab and take whatever he could home.

Cue the rest of the group (sans Fred and Hiro) griping that at least his style of science could travel well enough to be somewhat continued off of university grounds.

Helps do delivery for The Lucky Cat. It helps him get out the house, and it’s simply helpful altogether.

Uses Baymax frequently to make sure everyone down to Mochi is sanitized, and nobody’s running a fever.

Nearly as frequent a sanitizer as Aunt Cass.

He starts most days prepared to be productive, only to stop and poke fun at Hiro, who’s almost always got his eyes trained on a video game.

Tadashi realizes three hours later that he, too, has been playing the game as Player 2.

Learned how to make facial masks with Aunt Cass. He already knew how to sew a little but frankly, making the masks made him realize he could have a new hobby on his hands. He’s currently trying to figure out how to make Mochi a little vest . . .

Lucifer Morningstar

B o r e d. A s. F u c k.

At first, he thinks everyone being forced to go home would work in his favor -- surely some rule-breakers would sneak out and try to bunk up with the Devil, right?

Well . . . Kinda? Once Chloe found out and scolded him about it, the idea died real fast. Plus, he realized he wasn’t quite fond of the possibility of being around someone who could pop up with a disgusting human sickness at any point during their time with him. Smearing their snot all over, coughing into his Egyptian cotton sheets . . . Nope, never mind, he is perfectly content having the penthouse to himself, thank you very much!

Except he’s not.

The poor bastard is going crazy by himself -- he’s just not used to being without some kind of company!

“At least in Hell, you could tell there were people around you based on the screaming!” he’d whine at his phone during his hourly video chat with Chloe.

Oh yes: The video chats. He tries to make them hourly with anyone he can get a hold of (namely, his long-suffering detective) but this clearly never plays out as he would like for it to: If he had it his way, everyone would respond in an instant and let him bounce mainly one-sided conversations off of them -- basically, what he did before all this went down.

What usually winds up happening is he gets hung up on or nobody answers him at all out of sheer annoyance over his clinginess.

Ironically, he’s not exactly crazy about when Amenadiel initiates those “family calls”. He insists it’s healthy and normal for them to do this and even calls Luci out on the hypocrisy, but let’s face it: Lucifer finds it obnoxiously gushy and weird.

He works his way into Linda’s video appointment books to help him cope with his boredom and admitted need for interactions. She doesn’t mind offering him counsel, but once Lucifer starts attempting to butt in during others’ appointment calls, it becomes an issue.

Has, at some point, gotten buzzed down in Lux and streamed himself attempting to pole dance. It drew quite a bit of attention.

He’s managed to gain a bit of a following and some companionship by streaming himself playing piano and singing. It’s not the same thing as having an actual audience, in his opinion, but it will have to do for now.

He’s never been one to binge with regards to TV shows or movies, but after the first week, he decided to binge watch every work action star Wesley Cabot was ever in.

Makes sure his staff still gets paid well. After all, he’s pretty well-off; there’s no need to make an innocent bartender’s life a living hell just because some other rich bastard fucked up, yeah?

Going off this, should he need to order to-go or anything, we already know he tends to tip as handsomely as he looks.

Dewey Finn

Kids were being sent to Horace Green on tuitions worth more than what some people saw in half a year -- of course the school was going to continue classes online!

While technically an afterschool instructor, the program is popular enough for parents to expect it to continue, and for Dewey to be kept on payroll.

Initially, he was pretty smug: He’s one if, if not, the youngest teacher-figure at Horace Green, so surely that means he’s more tech savvy than his older, stiffer coworkers, right? For once, he’s ahead of the curve!

Wrong: Figuring out Zoom was a headache, and then there was the realization of just how dependent his classes were on actual physical presence.

Plus, let’s be real: Dewey’s Internet connection was decent on its own, but craptastic when compared to those of his wealthier students. The lag is strong with this one.

Has definitely accidentally messed up the background on his screen. Somehow wound up with the Beetlejuice background and got so frustrated, he wound up keeping it there for two whole sessions.

In spite of the slight issues regarding lag, they pull through and try to resume lessons as best they can.

Tries to keep optimism by pointing out how this is a new form of entertainment they could be pioneers in.

Some days, it’s just going so wack or everyone’s so bleh that Dewey just assigns for them to watch a music documentary or something.

“Okay, kids, Mr. Finn’s hungover and clearly Summer is the only one who went to bed before 3am. So what I’m gonna have you do is watch . . . Prrrbbbb . . . Amadeus.” “How is Amadeus rock-related?” “It had a rock single, shut up. Anyway, we meet back next class and talk about what we saw, m’kay? M’kay. Over and out.”

Next class, he’s filled with dread as Summer produces an in-depth analysis of the relationship or lack thereof between character and the presence of talent as evidenced by Mozart’s abilities juxtaposed with his immature presentation and -- Dewey just can’t keep up. Sure, Summer, why not?

When he’s not busy teaching, however, he’s using the lockdown to work on some new material. Or just screwing around.

Otherwise, let’s be real, Big Boy’s living the high life in a place of his own: Playing video games (Animal Crossing, recently got back into Team Fortress 2, is trying to finally finish Ocarina of Time); eating a not very great diet; staying up late, napping at weird times; all in the name of quarantine.

If he orders delivery or to-go, he tips the best he can.

Wade Wilson

On one hand, murking never goes on lockdown. But on the other . . . He’s already technically not well, why risk that even with his mutation?

Oh, fuck I just remembered he lives at the X Mansion, never mind turn back turn back oh god give us free --

The situation is tense to say the least. There’s Wade, who’s sensible enough to know why the quarantine is in place . . . and then there’s everyone else, who knows Wade’s full of shit.

And by everyone, I “coincidentally” mean Colossus, Nega Sonic, Yukio, Domino, Cable, and Russ because the already small world of the sequel just got smaller by the fact that everyone is bound to a large but nonetheless single estate whose size has probably decreased from that of the First Class timeline.

You know those videos of the usual Quarantine Characters? Wade is somehow yet still unsurprisingly all of them, save for the frequent sanitizer. He raids the pantry frequently, sleeps at all hours, considers scooting a swivel chair down the halls exercise for the thighs, blasts video games, and so on.

Going back to the sanitizer thing, it’s not that he’s just not exactly known for being tidy. Colossus occasionally does drag him out of bed at a decidedly decent time (read: any time before 11am) to try and get him excited about cleaning up around the mansion, but it rarely ends well. At this point, the safest option is to just remind Wade to wash his hands for 20 seconds as necessary.

Has acquired a Switch and visits everyone’s island, often to bonk them on the head with a net or gift them with weird crap they don’t necessarily want. For the “friends” from Sister Margaret’s, he has somehow acquired their Dodo Codes. Nobody knows how he did this.

Facetimes Dopinder frequently.

“Precious, you’re the beacon of light in this cold, cruel world.” “I miss you, too, DP --” “Sshshsh! I’m having a moment . . .” *weeps*

On the many occasions he orders delivery, he tips by giving the delivery person something expensive from the mansion that they can sell. Prof. X is loaded, after all. Plus, he more or less isn’t even present in this universe, it’s not like he’s gonna miss anything he can’t see/probably doesn’t even know exists in his house. The problem is, Colossus does exist and does notice and does care when things go missing. Leading to many a delivery person getting caught up in shenanigans at that weird school in the boonies that they either don’t get paid enough to deal with or couldn’t pay to make up.

“Oh, pawn shops are closed?” asks the man who looks like a skinned avocado if avocados had human skin. “Don’t worry, lemme hook you up -- I know some guys --” “DEADPOOOOOLLL!!” roars a Russian accent from inside the house. “WHERE IS THE BRONZE BUST OF THE PROFESSOR!?” The poor delivery person’s eyes widen as they realize that the odd cargo they’ve been presented with apparently holds some value of some kind. But before they can flee, the avocado man blurts, “Shit! Leave the pizza in the bushes, look me up on my Youtube page, byyyeeee!!”

In his defense, Wade does hold up his end of the deal. Much like the Dodo Codes, nobody knows what strings he pulled. They just accept it and move on.

Harley Quinn

Surprisingly compliant.

She’s crazy, not stupid: Staying at home may suck, but what sucks more is making things harder on people who may not fair so well. Besides, she’s spent time in a maximum security prison -- she can handle staying cooped up in her own home. At least home has TV, books, and snacks.

When she hears people are still going out without masks or plotting to have a protest, she strongly considers firing up the old Fun Gun and popping the next sign-carrying Karen she sees with a tit full of cadmium yellow powder.

Seriously, stay the fuck home and fuck up your own hair; this is the perfect time to make mistakes with your looks, it ain’t like you got anywhere to be or anyone to impress.

“STAY THE FUCK HOME, BITCH!” P O W!!! “JUST GO GREY ALREADY, WE ALL KNOW YOUR HAIR AIN’T THAT COLOR ANYMORE, YOU’RE THREE YEARS FROM BEING IN THE GODDAMN AGE-BRACKET!!!” P O W!!!!

Only leaves her new apartment to grab groceries and to take Bruce on a walk. She actually refuses to steal or cause a scene during this shitshow because she may be a bad guy, but she sure ain’t evil.

So far, there haven’t been complaints about the fact that she’s walking a hyena down a public street. Maybe it’s because there’s hardly anyone out? Maybe it’s because Gothamites just can’t be bothered to be fazed by it . . . Or maybe it’s because she made him a little mask for his snout.

“In this house, we wash our hands for at least 20 seconds, kid.”

Lets the forest reclaim the earth, so to speak. She was never really shaving anything for anyone but herself before, but now it just seems especially pointless.

Spends almost every day in a kigurumi. To give her a semblance of routine, she has a pink bear one she calls her “Sunday Suit.” She doesn’t know it’s not Sunday because the days just blur but Cass just doesn’t have the heart to tell her; she seemed so proud of herself . . .

Like everyone else, she’s gotten Animal Crossing. She’s trying to create an all-preppy island with a few exceptions (Astrid = Aesthetic, m’kay?)

Tips nicely when ordering delivery.

Benoit Blanc

As young and spry in nature as the gentleman sleuth would like to think of himself, he would really rather not test the dangers of the situation and go about all foolhardy -- he’s staying home!

In theory, it’s only logical and therefore perfectly fine. But in practice . . . God, he wishes he’d invested more in things to occupy himself with when home.

It wasn’t that Benoit was never home, he just never felt too much of a need to invest in a fancy entertainment center -- the fanciest he ever got was an iHome.

The beginning of the quarantine served as the perfect time for him to read over case files, catch up on paperwork, even catch up on some reading he’d been putting on hold since God knows when due to cases popping up left and right. But that dried up quicker than he’d assumed, and that’s when he was faced with what a man of his mind dreads the most: Boredom.

Finally caved and decided to hook up Amazon Fire.

Expected to use the one-month free trial on Netflix and be just fine but once the lockdown in his area got extended and he realized he wasn’t going to be able to catch up with Crazy Ex-Girlfriend at this rate, he caves even further and buys a subscription.

Fully delights at the influx of platforms uploading Broadway recordings; when The Show Must Go On put on Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat, followed by The Phantom of The Opera, it was a treat, I tell you!

Sanitizes often, despite hardly ever leaving his house besides to have a smoke or to go grab groceries. Honestly, it’s less about cleaning at this point so much as it is finding something to occupy his focus when he feels there’s nothing else to so.

Takes zinc after every meal to help lessen the intensity of any ailment that might hit him.

Definitely owns a facemask. There’s a good chance it’s from Marta or one of his relatives, and there’s another good chance the pattern is as flamboyant as his clothing. He’s delighted.

Benoit tries not to rely too much on delivery, as he’d much rather just cook. On the rare occasion where tipping comes up, however, he gives as generously as he can.

Bonus: There’s a slight chance he might have acquired a companion to foster early on in the quarantine. Benoit hadn’t had a pet since childhood, a crime of which he was admittedly melancholic of his own involvement. However, his surprisingly busy lifestyle just wouldn’t suit a four-legged friend, now could it?

Well, now there’s time to. Besides, it would certainly ease the potential feeling of loneliness to have someone or something with whom he could interact with.

Admittedly, when shelters began encouraging people to invest time in taking home a companion, he’d been looking more for a comrade on the canine side of the spectrum -- but darn, if Duke wasn’t a handsome cat.

A lovely grey-and-white cat with eyes that matched his own, Duke has become the one Benoit monologues to (because in all honesty, the man is a performer at heart, in need of an audience to speak his mind to and portray a thought before). Plus, he doesn’t appear to mind it when Benoit finds himself belting out in tone-deaf notes to showtunes while washing the dishes: The mark of a true companion.

At this rate, he’s probably not going to keep fostering Duke when things calm down -- he’s probably going to just straight up adopt him.

Stay safe & healthy!

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idreamtofthereaper · 4 years

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Trouble Waiting to Happen.. iii

bigbrother!jaehyun x sibling!reader x loveinterest!jaemin

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺. But Jung Jaehyun knows better, and that’s why their group remains superior and unbothered -only you didn’t.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: reader x nct jaemin

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: angst, fluff

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: mafia theme, gets dark a little later, mentions of kidnapping, deaths, threats, mature theme, cursing/swearing

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧: hi- I still haven’t moved on from jaehyun’s kick it get up. reach out to me in anyways if you want to be included in the taglist!

M A S T E R L I S T

Taglist: @hiqhkeybby @huangxx

You hurriedly ran down the stairs after hearing multiple people shouting downstairs. When your feet hit the bottom steps of the stairs, you saw how your front door was still wide open and how the maids were cleaning what seems like drops of blood leading to the kitchen.

Since they were preoccupied, they didn’t notice your presence. “IS THAT JAEHYUN’S?!” You shouted, alerting the maids and before they could even stand up, you were already jogging to the kitchen.

In there, you saw Doyoung and Johnny attending your brother was obviously wounded by the blood stain in his shirt.

“YUTA WHERE’S THE FIRST AID?!”

“I DON’T KNOW THIS IS NOT MY HOUSE.”

“IT’S IN THE COUNTER CABINET IDIOT.” You shouted, alerting the 4 men inside as you rushed to the counter and knelt down, grabbing the first aid and handing it to Yuta who immediately went to Jaehyun.

“Yn, you’re not supposed to be here. Go to your room.” Jaehyun said before his shirt was ripped open, unveiling a pretty gruesome would by his shoulder. As Doyoung and Yuta fumbled at the kit, Johnny was putting pressure on the wound.

“I said go to your room.” Jaehyun said with a wince, his breathing heavy but like early, you only shook your head and made your way to him. “Johnny, get yn to her room. I don’t want her seeing all this.” Johnny nodded, prompting Yuta to hold the cloth as Doyoung was beginning to remove the contents of the first aid.

“What? No, I’m not going.” You said as Johnny grabbed your arms, beginning to push you out the kitchen but you were resisting hard, prompting him to carry you on his shoulder while you continuously yelled and resisted.

Johnny didn’t even struggled or dropped a sweat when he reached your room, closing the door with his other hand and put you down gently to the floor. When you tried rushing out again, Johnny already closed the door and was guarding it. “He’s going to be okay, just chill out okay.”

“He was stabbed!”

“It’s not that deep.”

“OUR FLOOR IS RED BECAUSE OF HIS BLOOD.” You yelled again, feeling more frustrated with the arguing. “Johnny, don’t act like you didn’t teach me how to break someone’s kneecaps.”

Johnny only chuckled at this with a grin on his face. “And don’t assume I don’t know any counters for it.” You let out a tired sigh, putting your forehead on his chest as he rubbed your back comfortingly, assuring you that Jaehyun will be okay.

And he was. Just like everytime he would come home bloodied and wounded. This was not the first time he came home looking like he was mauled by a wolf. Still, it would always affect and worry you deeply.

You waking up at early hours in the morning, when the sun isn’t even up, because of a loud commotion happening was normal at this point. Jaehyun’s ‘night job’ would usually end at early hours in the morning with results varying from time to time.

The sun was already making an appearance when Jaehyun opened the door to your room, nodding at Johnny who was seated beside it and was leaning at your dresser while you were at your bed on your phone.

“Thanks John.”

“No problem, rest up.” Jaehyun only nodded as Johnny patted his shoulder, glancing at you who you gave a nod and a wave before he left the room and closed the door behind him.

You examined Jaehyun firs, who now changed into his sweats and a plain shirt. Peaking at his chest and shoulders was a bandage and on his other arm, was multiple bruises and cut on his lip.

“You look horrible.” You said as you crawled to the edge of your bed, Jaehyun only chuckling before he took a seat at your desk’s chair.

“You should’ve seen the other guy.”

“Why do you keep doing this?” You said, not really in the mood to joke around and put this one aside like the others. You were getting tired and extremely worried. At this point, a simple tree branch could knock your brother out.

“Don’t worry too much about me, I’m okay. Look at me, I’m already feeling better.” Jaehyun said, opening his arms open but you didn’t miss how his face winced in pain when his injured shoulder moved.

You only shook your head, putting your face in your hands before brushing your hair back. “Why do you keep doing this? You act like this is what you live of off and that this is where you get your money, you have a company that’s doing well.” You said, voice slightly raising but you really didn’t have the energy to argue this early in the morning. “You don’t have to prove anything, you’re strong enough and you don’t need to be acting all kingpin and scarface and godfather prove that.”

Jaehyun only looked at you sympathetically before letting out a sigh, his eyes travelling down. “Yn, you don’t understand our family-” Jaehyun couldn’t formulate the correct words, pausing for a moment before shaking his head. “-Our family, I didn’t have a choice. Our father, his father, his father and so on, they set this up. We were born as a target.” Jaehyun explained, leaning forward and putting his elbows to his knees while his head was bowed down.

“Just because dad left the business doesn’t mean it would stop. The enemies he made wouldn’t just move on because he did, his partners wouldn’t just stop because he’s done. If anything, father only left us with enemies I don’t even know. I’m sorry you’re getting in between all of this.” Jaehyun said, finally lifting himself up as you only watched sympathetically. “If you want to move in with mom and dad that’s okay, but I don’t trust dad’s security team and I’ll send in Yuta with others or something.”

You chuckled at this, but shook your head. Jaehyun smiled at your response, the room was then filled with silence as you took up his words. Realizing what he said was true, he couldn’t simply leave this ‘family thing’ and expect safety. Your family was known to be shady even before you were born.

You stood up and open your arms, Jaehyun standing up himself and wrapped his arms around you. Your face landing on his chest, moving slightly as to not make any contact with the wound.

“Peaches, can I request something?”

Jaehyun hummed, waiting for what you’ll say while his arms are still wrapped around you.

“Let’s spend the day together, like we used to before. Like going to the park or the mall or something, let’s be normal for a day.” He pulled back and you saw he was hesitating and had a disappointing look on his face but before he could even say an answer, you hugged him tightly again. “Pleaseee Peaches, I don’t ask for much. I just really want to spend some time with you more, we could even just watch a movie here.”

“Fine, fine. But I still need to sleep, let’s go out after lunch.”

Not everyone had a happy ending that night though, if one could consider Jaehyun’s night a positive one.

Some may have came out unscathed at 11:56 pm on a Friday night, they are however still considered the night a fail for different reasons even coming out of the same situation.

1. The deal they were planning didn’t happen because someone double crossed them.

2. A particular someone couldn’t get someone’s number.

Lee Jeno is the biological son of Lee Donghae, a known businessman of a famous insurance company. However, he became notorious when him and multiple people from his board of directors were tied to a series of drug trafficking scheme.

Lee Donghae and his directors were proven innocent days later, but no details of HOW they were proven to be innocent was revealed to the media, the spokesperson stating details and information about the case are sensitive and everything was just a misunderstanding.

The scandal didn’t affect the company. If anything, it only shone more light about its existence and the charming son of its owner, Lee Jeno- who also has his fair share of ‘shady’ headlines every now and then.

It was then revealed a year later of the scandal that Lee Donghae adopted a boy, Na Jaemin. And again, details were not released about his adoption and who this Na Jaemin is.

For Jeno, Na Jaemin is the guy who is currently hogging up his bed even if he has his one.

After a failed attempt to negotiate terms with the a holding company to create a partnership, both company and ‘private’ wise, Donghae went home with a black eye and a bruised son.

“I told you not to come.”

“You said I could come when I finish my homework.”

Jeno wasn’t surprised when he saw Jaemin in his bed and still awake at almost 12am. After bathing and freshening up, Jeno immediately went under the covers without even as to greet Jaemin.

He was already dozing off when Jaemin let out another groan, tossing the laptop at the edge of the bed and lay down beside Jeno, whose eyes was closed but was still awake. “How did the meeting go?”

“Someone from another group was there unannounced, the one we’re having a deal with thought they were ours and safe to say the deal is off.” Jeno answered without opening his eyes.

“It would’ve gone well if I was there.”

“Yeah you would, with your Pink hair and all.” Jeno chuckled, opening his eyes but still under his blanket. “What’s up with you?”

“Do you know how to hack into the school system?”

“You were never worried with your grades, what changed now?” Jeno asked, his full attention now on Jaemin. “What deal did dad struck with you?”

“No it’s not that, I just need to get someone’s number. When I was asking around, no one has her number. They said she doesn’t really give it out and if anyone has it, they’re not saying.” Jaemin said, remembering how he asked almost all his classmates from different subjects about your number

“Yn? Yeah, the only one who has her number is probably the school system. I’ve been trying to get her number too but she doesn’t even pull her phone out in public that much.”

“Who is it? Maybe I could help.” Jeno said cheekily, earning a roll of the eye from Jaemin, who found out his brother turned out to be a well known ‘brooding prince charming’ knowing damn well his brother couldn’t fully carry a conversation with anyone of the opposite gender.

“It’s yn, not a lot of people have nice things to say about her though.”

“Ahh yn, yeah I know her. I haven’t talked to her though, she’s a daughter of this rich family. Her personal life is pretty private, I don’t know much about her besides that.” Jaemin just nodded at this information, which wasn’t really helpful. “Just forget about it, you just started focus on other stuff. She’s trouble anyways.”

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beecherdrysdale · 4 years

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Heyyyy my bbs, time to write about GREECE 🇬🇷 w our fav boys.

- first Brigid it is so cool that you have a greek friend can she please take me w her lol.

Airports in the morning just have that vibe, lmao I just excited. I usually have pretty early flights and I get there early, like my mom is always anxious for missing flights so we’d be at the airport at like 2:30 am for a 5:30 flight. And I always ask why? I could still sleep.

Ya let’s just say our flight is at 5:30 so we are there at like 3:45 lol idk times. Everybody is groggy or passed out in the car before getting to the airport so they’re just barely awake, other than Ryan, quinton, Dylan me and Kirby? Once we pass security which I will most definitely get beeped on, and find our gate, Ryan and quinton set off to get snacks for the flight. We might send Braden w them to keep Ryan in check lol. Also brigid lucky w the tsa pre check.

Jamie and Brigid just collapse on the chairs and just hold each other, and look a d o r a b l e. I’ll take some photos hehe. You two are just cocooned together.

Kirbs and kesh also cuddle up with each other, Kirby just chilling and playing w kesh’s hair. And kesh just sleeping. I can just see it. Some of the other boys just pull their hoods down and pass out on the chairs as well.

Meanwhile: I need a drink so I go to Starbucks w Quinner and dyl. I’ll get you coffee:) and kesh a stuffed pretzel cuz Ily . Maybe we can get Tims oooo.

I come back and see you passed out w Jamie 🥺 and I just give you your coffee and kesh her pretzel and go find the rest of the boys, because I need some snackssss for the flight. dyl is a bit jealous so he’ll just join us hehe. After that video of quinner I want his beanie so I steal it.

Let’s fast forward to boarding and everyone has gathered. Ryan and quinton have a mountain of snacks, and Brigid and Jamie are still passed out lol.

When they call our seat section all of us are just chaotic and getting our passports. The tickets are random lol so you’ll see who you sit with. Going through the tunnel and into the plane is so fun!!.

Ok on plane pt1.

Seating: Brigid gets lucky and is in a row with both Dylan and Jamie so she’s sandwich’d between them, but that depends on what part of the row you like, aisle, middle or window. Orrr maybe for the plane ride brigid is sitting w dyl this time and w Dylan c or something and Jamie’s trying to get Dylan c to switch seats w him so that he can sit w Brigid as well. Jealous boy....

Kesh and Kirby are automatically sitting together even if they have different assigned seats lol. Idk kesh can you sleep on planes, i never can. Wbu Brigid? So if you can you are still sleeping on Kirby and he’s making sure that you have good leg room and are comfortable.

Hehe maybe to spare Quinners feeling we will sit together in the same row. Maybe Ryan can sit w us and behind brigids row cuz the chirps never stop y’all. Since i never sleep on planes maybe Quinner falls asleep on me and I can play w his hair 🥺

The rest of boys are just asleep before take off

Still this flight is chaotic lol.

Pt 1. Is before take off. So pt 2 is the flight and getting to Greece 😍

Hope you enjoy:))

hehe sorry for the late response, i had a big history assignment i had to finish last night. anyways, long post ahead

ok i want to go to greece so bad bc it’s sooooo pretty, so going with the canada boys is like a dream. whenever my friend goes i try to convince her to let me come with but she won’t lol

yesss the airports in the early morning have the best vibes, bc there’s barely anyone there and you can do basically whatever you want. haha my dad’s the same, we have to be to the airport like 3 hours before our flight and our flights are usually at like 5:30 am. and i’m just like why? there’s barely anyone there, plus we have pre-check so we can get through really fast

anywayssss yes we’d get to the airport at like 3:30 so pretty much everyone is super tired and like about to fall asleep. and then we have to go through security and a bunch of us would get beeped lol. and i won’t have precheck bc my dad wouldn’t be there lol so i have to go through normal security with all of you guys, which i haven’t done in ages so i don’t even remember what to do lmao. don’t you have to like take your shoes off?

so once we all finally get through, we have to go find our gate so we can put all our stuff down. side note: do you guys check you bags? i never do bc both times my siblings have checked bags stuff got broken so now i just bring a carry-on suitcase and a duffel that i can put under the seat. anywayssss once all our stuff is set down ryan and quinton have to go get snacks and then braden decides to go with. honestly i feel like quinton would be the one keeping them in check lol while the other two are just going crazy with the food

meanwhile, me and jamie are just sleeping over by our gate. like usually i’m the one who’s super hyper for the morning flights, but since my swim practice keep getting pushed back later i probably wouldn’t go to bed til like 1 am the night before so i would be really tired lol. plus jamie would be wearing one of his hoodies and i would also be wearing one of his that i stole and he would be so warm that i would just fall asleep with him and we’re just cocooned together 🥺 also yes please take pictures i need a new phone background

and then kesh and kirby are just chilling together, kesh is passed out on kirby and kirby’s just playing with her hair while she sleeps bc he’s responsible so he actually went to bed early the night before lol. and some of the other guys just pull their hoods over their eyes so they can sleep

then there’s you and quinner and dyl who are still tired but not enough to sleep, so you guys go to get coffee, either tims or starbucks depending on if we’re in canada or the states. and then you can get kesh her stuffed pretzel and then coffee for me, haha unpopular opinion i usually drink my coffee black. so then you can leave the pretzel and coffee for kesh and i and then you quinner and dyl go leave to find the other guys bc you want food lmao. good thing ryan isn’t there or else the two of you would be waking me and jamie up just to chirp us lol. anywayssss then while you guys are going to catch up with the other you steal quinner’s beanie and he spends a good 10 min trying to get it back before he just gives in and lets you keep it 😂

hehe then when it’s finally time to board it’s just chaos like trying to wake everyone up and get all your stuff and making sure everyone has passports. and then we’re all trying to carry all the snacks onto the plane bc there are so many, and everyone else is just staring at us lmao

so then once we get on the plane it’s even more chaos all trying to find our seats and everyone’s switching seats so they can sit with who they want to lol. and then i’m in a row with dyl but jamie’s not in our row, so he’s begging cozens to switch seats with him and ends up paying him like $50 just to switch lmao. so then i’m between dyl and jamie bc i really don’t care which seat i have and i’d probably be watching a movie (if we have them, idk my dad has a tonnnn of points saved up from traveling for work so we usually can get first class tickets free) bc i can never sleep on planes. and then kesh and kirby are automatically together, everyone would switch seats if they needed to have the two of them together bc they’re literally #couplegoals. and kirby’s just trying to make sure kesh is comfy and that she can sleep if she wants to. and then we have lexi in a row with quinner and ryan, and ofc they have to sit behind me for the sole purpose of lexi and ryan chirping me the entire fucking flight. but then quinner’s still tired even tho he drank like 3 coffees, so he falls asleep on lexi and lexi plays with his hair 🥺 and then half the other boys are already asleep again, like i don’t understand how they sleep sm? i could never

so anywayssss that’s all for part one, i love it and i’m so excited for part two. and i’m sorry i really didn’t add much but i’m braindead from the math test i just took

#ask answered #anon answered #skating anon

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War Path *Fic Request*

Summary: Marshall is sent on a War Path, when you, his wife, and your daughter, Kate, are abducted by Simon Stulls.

Pairing: Marshall/You

Rating: R - Violence, language and sexual nature.

Word Count: 10,404

Inspiration: Request by @jessevans (x)

A/n: There’s dialog from the movie in the fic, I watched it repeatedly for inspiration and muse fuel.

Tag List: @jennylovelyheart, @dontlikeudoyle, @betkaskarpetka

(Cred to @henrycavilledits)

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“I love you, dad!” Kate called as he started out the door.

“I love you too, sweetie.” he called back, then turned to you.

“Be safe at work, Marshall.” You told him, standing on tip-toe to kiss him good-bye.

“Aren't I always, y/n.” Marshall told you, kissing you.

You watched Marshall get into his truck, he looked at you and smiled, before pulling off to go to work at the station.

That memory kept playing over in Marshall's mind.

– –

Marshall leaned on his arms against his desk as he reviewed the file on his current case. He just didn't understand how the guy had killed all those girls, he had the IQ of two, and that was being generous. Yet, he'd managed to lure all those girls, imprison them, rape them, and then dispose of them so well that many of them still hadn't been found yet. All Marshall could continue to think was he was having help from someone, and if they found out who, then they could break the case and lock the bastards up. Sighing, Marshall dropped down in his chair and rubbed at his eyes with one hand, then ran his hand through his curly hair, he'd only been in the office for three hours and he already felt like he had been there for thirty. He glanced at the picture frame on his desk of you and Kate, smiling bright and laughing, he'd taken the photo himself the winter before, when the two of you had outvoted him and went ice skating. Marshall found that the photo of you both was a simple solution to grounding him again while he was working, especially on hard cases like this one with Simon Stulls. There was a knock on his door, pulling him away from the picture.

“Detective,” it was regular uniformed officer. “Mrs. Chase is going to be doing a profile interrogation on that Stulls guy.”

“Alright, thanks.” Marshall sighed again, scrubbing a hand over his bearded face, and hauled his tall frame out of his chair to go down and watch the session.

Marshall joined Commissioner Harper in the viewing room to watch Rachel Chase talk to their perp. “Wow, Marshall you actually look good, what've you been up too?” Harper grinned, as Marshall folded his arms and watched Simon through the one way mirror. “Or is y/n slipping tranquilizers in your dinner?”

“Probably.” Marshall answered, not in the mood for banter.

Dickerman came into the room, holding a bag with some kind of device in it. “Look at this, it's the device he used to cause those girls' deafness, a pressurized air valve. Custom made and all. It injures the soft tissue in the ear.” she explained to them.

Marshall looked from the device to Simon, he snatched the device from Dickerman and moved out of the room and into the interrogation room, slamming the device down on the table beside Simon and scaring the hell out of him. Simon instantly started freaking out seeing the device, sliding as far away from it as he could with his hands cuffed to the table, and became hysterical.

“That's how he caused all those girls to go deaf.” he barked at Rachel, above all of Simon's crying and incoherent babble.

“Marshall...” Rachel started to protest.

“You're the one that wanted to be in here.” He cut her off, worked up.

“and I asked you not to be in here.” she countered.

Shaking his head, Marshall went back out of the room, slamming the door behind him, to scare Simon even more, and went back into the viewing room, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall as he watched Rachel continue to interview him. When the interview and what paperwork he needed to do was finished, Marshall decided to go home. It was well past midnight when he did finally get home. He closed and locked the front door quietly, not wanting to dist rub you and Kate, who he knew were asleep. Dropping his police bag on the floor by the door, he went into the kitchen and saw the covered plate of spaghetti on the counter for him, with a sticky note on it, in your handwriting.

Hope you caught the bad guys. <3

Sighing heavily, he squeezed his eyes shut and unwrapped the plate. He thought it was hard, when he was still on SWAT and got home late, missing dinner with you both nine out of ten times. He remembered being on a SWAT call and getting the call from you after that Kate had taken her first steps, or when she said her first word, which ironically was, Da. He thought it would be easier, better hours, if he moved to Homicide when Kate was a year old. And the hours had been for the first year, until he got promoted to lead detective and the hours became even worse than the hours for SWAT. Marshall didn't know how you did it, while he was out at all hours catching criminals, you were here at home with your daughter, holding the house down. You did everything, kept the house neat and clean, took Kate to and from school, made it to all her school events, soccer and gymnastic, doctor's appointments, homework and have dinner on the table, on time. You never complained about him hardly ever being home, you understand his job was vitally important to the citizens of the city. You were unendingly proud of him, and you always told him that. Marshall didn't know how he deserved such a strong woman, flawless wife and incredible mother to his daughter. But, he'd never allow anything to hurt either of you.

He finished eating, washed his plate and silverware so you wouldn't have to when you got up in the morning, and went up stairs. He pushed open the door to Kate's room and walked quietly in, letting the light from the hallway to flood into her room, to see her. He stood there in the dark for a moment, watching her sleep peacefully. Watching the rise and fall of her chest, to ensure the nagging voice in his head that she was safe, well and alive. He'd seen too many girls her age be dug up and found locked up because of Simon in the last week, and it fed into that obsessively protective dad voice in the back of his paranoid head. Reassured, Kate was perfectly fine, Marshall walked back out of her room, leaving the door cracked and finally made his way to the room he'd been thinking of all day. He got to the master bedroom and noticed the light coming from underneath, and frowned. Pushing the door open, he found you propped up against the pillows, sound asleep and your kindle resting on your chest. Marshall's chest wrenched, realizing you'd been reading in bed, trying to stay awake long enough to see him come home.

“Hey.” he whispered, picked the kindle up and setting it on your bedside table. “Y/n.” he called, cupping your cheek in his hand and tilting his head to look at your face.

“Marshall?” You whispered, you like everyone one else in his life, minus his mother and Kate, called him Marshall, because he absolutely hated being called Walter.

“Yeah, sweetie.” He smiled, stroking your hair.

“How was work?” You asked, opening your sleepy eyes to look at him.

He shook his head in a so-so manner, and sighed, moving away from you to get out of his thermal sweater and jeans. “The case is stressful, as always.” he told you, getting into bed beside you and resting back against the headboard. “I don't know how the guy we have, could have done it alone, he's not mentally capable, or sound, for that matter.” he dropped his head back against the headboard and stared at the ceiling.

You moved close to him, wrapping your arms around his muscular one, and rested your head against his shoulder, rubbing your cheek against his bare skin. “You'll figure it out, Marshall.” you assured him, closing your eyes. “You always do, babe.”

Marshall turned his face into your hair and closed his eyes; your scent and the solid warmth of your body against his, just your presence alone, gave Marshall the relief and grounding he needed after a long shitty day. The pair of you fell asleep, just like that. Marshall was woken up the next morning by the buzzing of his cell phone. Jolting up right, he snatched his cell off his night stand and looked at the message.

“Fuck.” He growled, getting up and throwing on clothes to race downstairs.

“What's wrong, Marshall?” you asked, seeing him in an agitated hurry.

“The asshole from my case just managed to kill six cops, while still in custody.” he said, yanking on his boots.

“Oh my god.” you gasped, pressing a hand to your chest as your stomach sank.

“I have to go.” Marshall said, picking his bag and keys up, and racing out of the house, without even kissing you good-bye.

– –

“How the fuck did he kill six cops, while in custody, if he's not getting some type of help?” Marshall argued with Rachel and Harper.

“He could have rigged it to go off on a timer.” Harper suggested.

“A timer he'd have to set up, if he knew we were coming for him, which he didn't.” Marshall told him, reasonably.

“Perhaps there are two of him.” Rachel suggested, following Marshall's train of thought. “I always felt like there were two of him, but, I always figured that second him, was a personality. What if, Marshall's right, and there's a second person, helping him.”

Marshall threw up his hands, exasperated, and frustrated that they were finally getting his point.

“Alright, let's go with it, then.” Harper folded, “I want you to check out whatever you can on his life, Rachel. I don't care, if you have to burn down the house, just find out what skeletons this idiot has in his closet.” he told them, before leaving.

“Alright, so, when we did our first search on Simon, we found out that his mother committed suicide, but, before that she was sexually assaulted, which resulted in Simon's birth, and reached a settlement for it. The county backlogs all the interviews for sexual assaults, in case of review. So, all we have to do is go down to the archives and find the tapes.” Rachel explained, yanking open the door.

“Alright then.” Marshall said, following her to the elevator and down to the basement where the files were kept. “Hey, Harper, I need two teams down in archives to help dig up--”

“Got it.” Rachel called, picking up the box of VHS tapes.

“Hold on that.” Marshall said, hanging up his phone.

“You wanna meet Simon's mother?” she asked.

Rachel and Marshall sat down and watched the tapes, making notes on anything that seemed of use. After watching all of the tapes, Marshall went back to his office looking over his notes and the file they already had on him, when a huge explosion rocked the windows of his office. Spinning around he saw the car parked out on the street on fire and a huge plum of charcoal black smoke rise into the air. Dropping the files in his hands, Marshall raced down to the street and skidded to a stop beside Glasgow, who stood staring, shocked, at the car with tears streaming down his face.

“Are you alright?” Marshall rested his hand on the tech's shoulder. “What happened?”

“I was going home, Quinn was walking with me and I told him I'd see him tomorrow and he got into his car.” Glasgow explained in a robotic voice. “I turned to go to my car, as Quinn got into his, then it blew up.”

Firefighters worked to put the fire out, and all the officers and people in the precinct knew that there was no way for Quinn to survive, making the case with Simon even more personal for them. Marshall went back into the office after the fire was put out and the team made a search of what remained of the car and took it to the lab. He found Rachel outside his office waiting for him. He stopped in front of her and crossed his arms over his chest, readying himself for whatever it is she had for him.

“We hacked Copper's computer and found he was talking to someone called Hunter. Hunter 71.” She explained, referencing the judge. “If you want to come down to the lab with me and check it out, might give you some type of distraction.”

Marshall rolled his eyes, tried, and nodded his head, following her down to the Cyber tech lab. He looked at the computer monitor of the female techie as Rachel went over what they had found on Cooper's computer, when Dickerson entered the lab, grabbing their attention.

“The explosive in the car was pentaerythritol tetranitrate. Commonly used.” she explained. “However, the compounds in the trigger are unique. High-intensity, stable, low surrounding impact, and dense. Expensive. Military Grade.”

“Simon said that, Santa comes and drops money off at the house every year.” Rachel said, rubbing the side of her face. “Maybe Santa pays the bomb maker.” She suggested, pressing her hand to her cheek as exhaustion started to finally set in.

“Run a search for military personnel in the state, born in 1971.” Marshall told the tech.

The tech typed in the search in the police database.

“Okay, which of those are trained in explosives?” Rachel asked, seeing how big the hit was.

“No longer in service.” Marshall added.

The window popped open on the screen showing three hits, two in red were deceased and, one in green, still living, was Lewis Redston. Getting the hit, Marshall got the all clear to track Redston to the factory he was living and working out of. He suited up, the old excited feeling of being on SWAT coming back over him as he picked up the assault rifle from the rack and going out to his truck. He pulled his phone out of his pocket before they drove to the factory five minutes away, and called you on the phone, it was a old habit he'd developed when he was still on SWAT to let you know he was going into a hot situation, he loved you and not to worry, which was futile cause you would. But, he caught himself before he hit the call button, he hadn't called you for that reason in years, and felt odd that he'd started to do it now. Shaking his head, he shoved his phone back into his pocket, and turned his mind to focus on the task ahead.

Getting to the factory, Marshall felt the adrenaline start pounding in his veins as they swung the door to the building open and entered. They started sweeping the building when shots started ringing out, one bullet hitting one of the officers. The order to pop a smoke bomb was given, giving the group the opportunity to retrieve the injured member and pull him to safety. Marshall hid behind a iron pillar as more bullets rang out, and ducked into a squat as a bullet hit the pillar by his head. Squatting down, he noticed the trail of blood going up to where the shooting was and carefully followed it, sneaking up on the shooter.

“Cease fire! Cease fire! Turn around.” he yelled at the man in the wheelchair, pointing his gun at him.

“Stay back!” the man warned, then pointed his hand gun under his chin.

“Wait!” Marshall yelled.

“We both know why you're here.” Redston remarked, resting the muzzle of his gun on his chest.

“You sold a trigger explosive to a man that abducted and killed more than ten girls.” Marshall told him, easing off his gun.

“What?”

“Don't you have a fucking newspaper?” Marshall snapped at him, frowning, and watching the expression on Redston's face dawn with recognition. “What else did you make him?” he asked.

“Uh, a signal blocker for cell phones.” Redston told him. “It was nothing.” he sighed as it all struck him. “That was the guy who locked up all those women?”

“Yeah.” Marshall nodded. “Someone out there has been---”

Marshall didn't get the opportunity to finish his sentence as Redston pointed his gun back under his chin and pulled the trigger, making Marshall wince.

– –

Rachel sat on the floor in the storage room after a hard interview with Simon. She wiped at the tears streaming down her face as an officer came in carrying a box and set it down on the floor in front of her.

“This came for you at the front desk.” he said, looking her over. “I signed for you, so you could have a break.”

“Thanks.” she sniffed, sitting forward to look at the box. “It's been a hard day.”

“You wanna get some ribs?” he asked, standing back up with a look that told her, he just wanted to help and give her a distraction from everything going on.

“No, I'm good. Thank you.” she told him, pulling the shipping label off the box.

Nodding, he left her alone to look at the box and whatever was in it.

“Marshall.” She frowned seeing Marshall's name on the sender's section of the label, and pulled a note off the top of it. Setting the label down, she unfolded the note.

“Winterbug, Winterbug

I'll throw you onto the ice.

Freeze or burn, til you play nice...

Tick Tock, Tick Tock....

Run, Silly Bean.”

“Everyone get out!” she screamed, running out of the storage room.

– –

Marshall was still at the scene of the factory when he noticed Harper pull up. He got into the passenger seat of the Commissioner's car, to talk to him.

“You know, I have to yell at people to get them to listen to me.” Harper commented as soon as Marshall closed the car door. “You don't.”

“What are you doing here, Harper?” Marshall asked, still not in the mood for his banter. “It's freezing cold, in the middle of the night.” he pointed out. “You don't--Well, I know you don't want to be here.”

Harper laughed, “I despise down time.” he told Marshall. “My wife use to scold me about never taking any. So, it doesn't feel right to put up my feet, where hers should be. You know.” He explained. “I'm still used to seeing you look like shit. You look, like, almost normal.” he chuckled, picking up his earlier comment. “What's going on?”

Marshall smiled, staring out the front window. “I'm just--” he paused, nodding his head slightly at him. “You know.”

Harper nodded back at him, getting it. Their conversation was cut short by the radio in his car turning on and radio dispatcher calling over it. “Bomb threat at the Police station. Everyone evac. I repeat, everyone evac.”

“Shit.” They both uttered, and Marshall got out of Harper's car to go to his own, and they both rushed over to the station.

Marshall got out of his truck. “Rachel, where is he?” he asked her, as she approached him.

“He's in his cell.” She told him. “The package came from you.” she added.

“This is bullshit.” Marshall told her, picking up his pace towards the station. “He's not going to blow himself up.” he started to run for the door.

“How do you know?!” Rachel yelled out to him, as he went down the stairs into the station.

“Cause then the game is over!” He yelled back, yanking the door open.

Marshall run down the hall and to Simon's cell, barging in and looking around it. “Fuck!” he barked, seeing it empty. He ran down the hall again, skirting around a corner and up the stairs to the storage room where the box was. He got into the room as the bomb techs were carefully opening it.

The techs carefully cut the tape on the box and slowly pulled back the flaps. They didn't find a bomb, but they were shocked to find a baby inside. Marshall's heart plummeted recognizing the baby in the box as Glasgow's daughter, seeing her and not seeing any signs of life, all he could think of was Kate. He pressed his hand over his face, hearing Glasgow's screams from outside in the hall, coming closer.

“Alicia!” Glasgow screamed, tearing into the room and dropping to his knees seeing his daughter in the box.

To the immense shock, and relief of the group, Alicia sneezed suddenly and yawned up at them, blissfully unaware of the terror going around her. Glasgow picked her up in his arms, pressing her to his chest and sobbed as he backed out of the room. Marshall stood there for several more moments, collecting himself, before having the overwhelming need to go home and hold both you and Kate tightly in his arms. He'd made it as far as his truck when he felt his cell buzzing in his front pocket, checking it, he saw your caller ID and felt instantly relieved. You always did have an odd sense of when he needed to hear your voice, and called him, he figured it was one those moments.

“Baby.” He answered, letting the relief show in his voice.

“Marshall.” You answered back.

The sound of your voice made both his stomach and his heart plummet again, he could hear the tear stained fear in it. “Y/n, what's wrong? Tell me, right now.” he demanded, his hands starting to shake.

“Marsh...” you started to say, but was cut off.

He heard you yelp, and Kate crying in the background. “Y/n!” he yelled into his cell.

“Hello, Detective Marshall.” Simon's voice came over the phone.

“Don't you fucking touch either of them, you freak!” Marshall barked, his eyes widening with anger and fear. “I swear to God, I will kill you, if you hurt them!” he threatened, his free hand tightening into a fist, as he tried to gain control of himself.

“Oh, what's the fun in taking them, Marshall.” Simon taunted him. “If I don't get to play with them.” he laughed, drowning out the sound of you and Kate crying.

Marshall's stomach twisted in knots. “I'm going to fucking kill you, Simon.” he growled over the phone. “And it won't be pretty.” he vowed.

“We'll see about that, Silly bean.” Simon laughed harder. “Say good-bye, Detective.” he said, holding the phone out to You and Kate.

“Marshall!” you yelled, hugging Kate against you.

“Daddy, help us!” was the last thing Marshall heard before the line went dead.

“Fuuuccck!” Marshall screamed at the top of his lungs, disturbing the cold night air around him and slamming his hands flat against the hood of his truck several times.

He raked his hands through his hair and stormed back into the station, “Rachel!” he yelled through hallways of the station. “RACHEL!” he screamed louder, getting even more irritated and frantic.

“Hey, hey!” Harper called, coming out of his office, hearing Marshall causing an uproar. “Marshall, what's wrong?”

“That fucking bastard has y/n and Kate.” Marshall barked, pacing the hallway like a caged tiger. “He fucking kidnapped my family, Harper.” He said quieter, his accent breaking as he did. “Simon has them.” he stopped in his tracks, pressing his hands to his face and crouched down, letting the emotions overwhelm him.

– –

You were making Kate dinner, when there was a knock on the door. Sighing, you stopped what you were doing and went to go answer it, you frowned seeing a medium height, blond man standing there. “Can I help you?” you asked him, the pit of your stomach giving you a bad feeling.

“Are you, Mrs. Marshall?” he asked you, looking you over with a look that made the feeling in your stomach grow.

“Do I know you?” you asked, taking a step back.

“No.” He smiled, sinisterly. “But, your husband does.” he said, pulling a gun from his jacket and pointing it at you.

“Oh...god..” you panted, feeling sick.

You backed away from the door as he came in, you looked around trying to find anything that you could use as a weapon to defend you and Kate. But, you saw nothing. You watched him look around the living room, kitchen and downstairs bathroom, you could only guess he was looking for anyone else in the house, making you pray to god Kate stayed up in her room, quietly.

“Is there anyone else in the house?” he asked you.

“N-no.” you shook your head, eyes locked on the muzzle of the gun.

“Don't lie to me!” He screamed, cocking the gun and shooting the wall next to you, making you yelp in surprise. “I know you and Marshall have a daughter, where is she?”

“She's at a friend's for a sleep-over.” You lied again, and yelped again when he shot the wall for a second time.

“Mom!” Kate called from upstairs, making you squeeze your eyes shut and take a shuttered breath.

“Call her down here!” he barked at you.

“Look, whatever you want, whatever is between you and my husband...” You started to beg him. “Just take me, and leave my daughter alone...she's just a kid.”

“I told you to call her down,” Simon growled, impatient. “If I go up there, it won't end well for either of you.” he warmed. “SO, CALL HER DOWN HERE!” he barked at you.

Taking several deep breaths to calm yourself, you called upstairs to your daughter. “Kate, sweetie, can you come downstairs, please.”

“Why?” She called back.

You rolled your eyes, of all times for her to employ pre-teen attitude. “Because I asked you too, young lady.” you replied, in your best authoritative voice.

Kate's groan was audibly from down the stairs. Ordinarily, if she'd pulled that you'd have sent her back to her room, and gone up to take her phone and laptop from her as punishment. But, you both found yourselves beyond ordinary circumstances. She came pounding downstairs and stopped dead on the second to last step, seeing Simon pointing the gun at you.

“Mooom?” she whispered, eyes wide with fear.

“It'll be alright, honey.” you told her, still watching Simon. “Hey, don't fucking point that at her.” you barked at Simon as he started to point his gun at Kate.

“Or what?” he taunted you, pointing the gun back at you.

“Hell hath no fury like a mother's love.” You quoted to him, slowly feeling your anger replace what fear you had; mother bear mode was starting to kick in.

“Don't you dare talk to me about mothers.” Simon sneered at you.

“Why, do you need one?” Kate asked, in a voice you wanted to take credit for, but, it oozed Marshall's sarcastic wit, a hundred percent.

Agitated, Simon popped off another round into a wall, instantly startling Kate and the sarcastic wit she had crumbled, making her cry and show the real eleven-year old she was. You instinctively started to move towards her, but stopped seeing Simon tense up.

“Where's your cell phone?” he demanded of you.

“In-in the....kitchen.” You told him, tempering your fear and want to be angry, for the safety of Kate.

“Get it, and don't do anything funny, or the next shot will be at your daughter.” Simon told you, cocking the gun again, and pointing it at Kate.

Your blood boiled as you carefully eased yourself into the kitchen and picked your cell phone up off the counter and went back into the hallway with them. “Alright, I have it.” You said, showing it to him.

“Call your husband.”

“Okay.” you gulped, unlocking your screen and hitting Marshall's speed dial.

“Baby.”

You could hear the pained relief in his voice, telling you he'd had a bad day, and knowing it was going to get a whole lot worse. “Marshall.” You answered, tears automatically falling.

“Y/n, what's wrong? Tell me, right now.” he demanded.

“Marsh....” You yelped, as Simon snatched the phone out of your hand.

“Y/n!”

Simon put the call on speaker, “Hello, Detective Marshall.” he smiled.

“Don't you fucking touch either of them, you freak!” You heard him scream on the other end. “I swear to God, I will kill you, if you hurt them!” Marshall threatened, only making Simon smile even more.

“Oh, what's the fun in taking them, Marshall.” Simon taunted him. “If I don't get to play with them.” he laughed as you and Kate cried.

“I'm going to fucking kill you, Simon.” Marshall growled over the phone. “And, it won't be pretty.” he vowed.

“We'll see about that, Silly Bean.” Simon laughed harder. “Say good-bye, Detective.” he said, holding the phone out to you and Kate.

“Marshall!” you yelled, hugging Kate against you.

“Daddy, help us!”

Simon laughed, dropping your cell on the floor and smashing it to bits under his foot. You held Kate as tightly against you as you could, watching him destroy your phone. Fear, anxiety and anger racing through you, making your heart pound and your body jittery with adrenaline. You wanted to be, and were, extremely scared, but you also knew Marshall was coming for you and Kate. You didn't know how, or when, but you knew he was, and when he did, Simon was going to get one hell of a beat down.

“Get up!” Simon barked, waving the gun at them.

Pulling Kate up with you, you stood up at his command.

“We're going outside to my car, if you make any sudden moves or any eye contact with anybody, I'll fucking kill you right there.” he told you, stepping aside and motioning the door with his gun.

“Okay.” You nodded, moving you both to the door. “It'll be alright.” you whispered to Kate, pulling the door open and making her go out first, so you were between her and Simon.

Simon pulled open the back of his van and shoved you and Kate inside, before slamming the door shut again. You leaned back against the van wall and held Kate against your chest, stroking her hair and trying to calm her down as much as possible.

“I'm scared, mom.” she whimpered.

“I know, baby.” you whispered back, rubbing her back. “But, daddy's going to find us.” You cupped her face in your hands and made her look you in the face. “Daddy's going to come for us, alright. You just remember that, whatever happens, remember Dad's going to save us. It's his job to protect us, and it's his job to find bad men like Simon, and make them pay.” You reassured her, holding her head against your chest, and squeezing your eyes shut against the hot tears burning in your eyes.

You had to stay strong for her, and you had to stay that way long enough for Marshall to find you both, or at least until he found Kate, if push came to shove.

Simon got into the van several minutes later, slipping into the driver's seat and started the van up. “We're going to enjoy our play time together.” he grinned in the rear-view mirror, and laughed seeing the dark expression you shot back at him.

– –

“Is there any fucking thing else, we know on this bastard?” Marshall asked, pacing in the tech room as he, Rachel and the computer tech worked on finding anything that could give them a hint, or a lead, on where to find Simon, and ultimately you and Kate.

Before either the tech or Rachel could answer his question, his phone rang. “What?” he barked, not even checking to see who it was.

“Marshall, it's Cooper.”

“What do you want, Cooper?” Marshall asked, rubbing at his eyes.

“I heard what happened.” Cooper told him, understanding some of what Marshall was feeling and thinking. “The Commissioner and I have found the mother's file in the Archives, 1976. Amy Stulls. Rape and attempted murder. The settlement was out of court for $1.4 million, but the payee's name is not listed in the reports.” he explained.

“Great.” Marshall said, feeling some of his blood pressure go down as he walked out of the tech room. “Can you come down to the station?” he asked, walking down the hall to Harper's officer.

“I'll do my best.” Cooper told him, turning around as Marshall entered the office.

Marshall narrowed his eyes at the judge turned hacker vigilante. He moved between Cooper and Harper, who sat in a chair in front of his desk. “Make yourselves comfortable.” Marshall said, plopping down into his chair, behind his desk, as Cooper dropped at thick, white file folder down on his desk. He flipped it open and started looking through it, finding huge chunks of the report was blacked out.

“Well, he's covered his tracks well.” he said, leaning back in his chair as his office phone rang. He answered it, putting it on speaker phone. “Yep?”

“The father's name isn't on any of the reports.” Rachel replied. “and I can't find any thing on him in the database.” she explained, frustration clear in her voice, you and Rachel had become great friends throughout her time with Marshall, you'd become one of her confidential friends in the problems she was having, especially with her cheating pig of a husband. “If the commissioner had given me the fucking time that I needed to find it, instead of fucking yelling at me, then maybe we'd have a clue where he was right now, so we could save y/n and Kate.”

“Are you going to word it that way in your report?” Harper asked, catching her off-guard. “We know he knew the mother and that he paid her off. If he didn't own that textile factory, then see who does own the building.”

“Patching it through.” Rachel told him, leaning closer to the monitor.

“MCG industries. A state-wide textile and supply distributor.” the Techie read it off. “Founded by David McGovern. Recently in a car accident with one, Michael Cooper.”

Marshall's head snapped up to look at Cooper, who looked as shocked and caught off-guard as he was. Cooper replayed the incident in his head, remember the older man he'd gotten into the accident with, when he was chasing after, who he now knows as Simon, when he abducted Lara.

“McGovern's also serving as chairman of the board of benefactors to Flexton Prep, where he currently resides on campus.” the Tech added.

Marshall and Harper exchanged looks, and Marshall was up and going before he finished processing another thought. The team rushed to McGovern's residence, when they got into the hall leading to McGovern's apartment, they could hear Simon yelling at the top of his lungs. They busted down the door and swarmed in, finding Simon sitting at a dining room table, and David McGovern all bloody on the living room floor, clutching a bear.

“Drop the fucking knife, Simon.” Marshall yelled, pointing his gun at him, and fighting the overpowering voice in his head telling him to shoot Simon right there. But he didn't, he needed the bastard alive to find you and your daughter. “Drop it!” he barked one last time.

“I want my bear!” Simon sobbed, rocking back and forth in his chair. “I want my bear.” he kept repeating over and over again.

“Shut the fuck up.” Marshall barked back, slamming his against the dining table, forcefully. “Only thing you're getting is handcuffed.” he said, yanking Simon's hands behind his back and slipping his hands into cuffs, tightening them painfully.

“I want my bear!” He kept yelling.

Rachel looked at the body of McGovern, realizing that he was Simon's father, and leaned over to take the brown teddy bear from his cold hand. “Is this the teddy bear your mommy gave you?” she asked, holding the bear up for him to see.

“Mommy's bear.” he cried. “I want mommy's bear!”

“I'll give you Mommy's bear, if you tell us what we want to know.” Rachel bargained with him. “How about that? Bear for what we want.”

“Yes, yes!” he nodded, rocking his body. “Want Mommy's bear.”

“Good.” She nodded at Marshall, who hauled Simon up out of his chair and dragged him out of the apartment to the awaiting police car, so they could take him back to the station for interrogation.

– –

You were both freezing in the back of the van by the time Simon had driven you and Kate to wherever it was he was taking you. He parked and got out, you could hear the crunch of snow under his feet as he approached the back of the van, making your fear spike again.

“You remember what I told you, Kate?” you asked her, looking down at her face.

“Yeah, that Daddy was coming to get us.” she answered, shivering.

“That's right.” you nodded, breathing hard and trying to keep a strong face for her. “Whatever happens to me, Kate. I need you to stay strong and wait for him to come, do you understand me, Katelin?”

“Why are you saying this?” she asked, fear starting to really show in her blue eyes, that where identical to Marshall's. Even that brown fleck in the top, but hers was in her right eye, while Marshall's was in his left eye. “What's going to happen to you, Mom?”

You smiled at her, but the fear and worry you were feeling showed in it, as you brushed her long, curly chocolate brown hair out of her face; making you wonder for a moment, what of you she had, she seemed to have so much of Marshall's in her. “I don't know if anything will, Kate. But, I'm just covering all the bases.”

“You sound like dad.”

That got a genuine smile on your face. “When you're married to a Detective, like your father, for almost fifteen years,” you quipped. “things start rubbing off on you.”

The back door thrust open and Simon grabbed you by the hand, yanking you out of the car, followed by Kate. It was really dark outside and snowing, adding to how cold you and Kate were already, seeing neither of you had jackets, just thin shirts and jeans. He dragged you both into a house, it was a huge three story and well furnished, from what you could see. Forcing you through the foyer and into the living room, Simon yanked open a door between the living room and kitchen, which you correctly presumed was the basement. The basement itself spanned the entire house, full of junk and whatnot, he turned into a long room to one end of the basement, where there were padlocked stalls made out of thick plywood with a narrow slot window was cut into the door. Unlocking one of them, he shoved you both inside, slammed the door and padlocked it again.

“I'll be back in a bit, then we can play.” he smiled, through the slot before walking away, leaving you two in the dark, cluttered and smelly stall.

You slid down the far wall, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping an arm around Kate's shoulders and she sat next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. You rested your head back against the wall and stared up at the dark ceiling, you could hardly see, and willed yourself to keep it together, you willed Marshall to hurry up and find you. You prayed nothing would happen between now and when Marshall did finally find you. But, you weren't stupid, you knew something was going to happen, you'd listened to Marshall talk about the case on Simon's activities, all the girls he violated and killed, the six police officers, and so much more. You wished in that moment, you hadn't always asked him about the case he was on, pressing for details. You couldn't help it, though, you'd been working on getting your Master's degree in Criminal Psychology, when you found out you were pregnant with Kate, and dropped out, to become a stay-at-home mom. Hearing about Marshall's cases brought that section of your mind back out, satisfying it. Not saying that Kate didn't satisfy you, you knew she was more important to you than pursuing a career in that field ever could be. But, that Criminal Psychologist section of your brain started to analyze Simon's behavior and mental reasoning, and it wasn't doing anything to calm you down. You tensed hearing his footsteps coming back to the stall, wrapping your arms tighter around Kate, readying yourself.

The door opened and Simon smiled at you. “I just got off the phone with your husband.” he told you, proudly, but you could see something lingering in the back of his eyes. “He's just arrested my brother, again.”

“Brother?” you asked, before you could help it, there goes that damn Psychologist brain again.

“You see,” Simon said, squatting in the doorway. “I have a identical twin brother, that's how I've been fooling people, like your moronic husband.” he explained to you.

That suddenly made a world of sense, Marshall believed the Simon they had in custody wasn't smart enough to pull off everything that happened, that he was getting help of some kind. Help from an identical twin would get the job done, allowing them to swap back and forth, with no one the wiser. You didn't want to admit it, but you had too, that was pretty genius.

“He's not intelligent like I am,” Simon was saying. “But, I fucking love him.”

You slowly licked your lips, hoping you could keep him talking, depending on how he contacted Marshall, Marshall might be able to trace the call to where they were. “I'm sure you do.” you said in a neutral tone. “Twin bonds are incredibly unique and strong. You must want him back, if Marshall has him.”

“Oh, I very much do what him back.” Simon agreed, eyeing you and Kate. “But, first, I wanna have some fun.” he told you, reaching out and grabbing Kate's leg.

“Mom!” she screamed as he started to pull her over to him.

“Whoa!” You yelled, standing up and slamming your foot down on his wrist, forcing him to let Kate go. “You want someone to play with, play with someone your own size.” you threatened him, your hands clenching into fists.

Simon stood up and looked you over, licking his lips as his eyes wandered over your body, resting on your breast first, before meeting your eyes. “Fair enough.” he grinned, gripping your wrist and pulling you out of the stall.

“Mom!” Kate yelled, tears flooding her eyes. “Mommy, no!”

“Kate, what did I tell you?” You called to her, your own tears blurring your vision. “Remember, what I told you, Katelin.” you repeated as Simon closed and locked the door to the stall.

You blinked at the tears, feeling them fall down your cold cheeks like liquid fire, as you stared angrily at Simon, closing your emotions off into an iron fortress to numb yourself for whatever happened next. He grinned at you, enjoying the tears and pure hatred in your eyes, reaching out to wipe away one of them, making you jerk your head away from his hand, which only rewarded you with a slap that almost sent you reeling into the wall. He grabbed you by the neck, feeling his fingers bruising your skin as he did, forcing you down the hallway and up the stairs.

Simon led you upstairs from the basement and up the two flights of stairs to the top floor. There were so many rooms, empty and collecting dust, you wondered what the house had been before Simon and his twin had gotten there. Shoving you into a room at the end of the hall, he pushed the door almost closed. You stumbled into the room, catching yourself on a dresser before you fell, and turned towards Simon, your expression from the basement hadn't changed a fraction. You weren't giving him anything to go off of, if he wanted a different reaction from you, he'd have to kill you for it.

“Do you like playing with that big oaf of a husband, of yours?” Simon asked, coming closer to you and running his hand up your stomach. “Does he preform well?”

“Fuck yourself.” You snapped at him.

Simon frowned angrily and punched you square in the stomach. You bent in half gasping for air as the pain ripped through you. He grabbed you by the back of your hair, yanking your head back painfully. “Feisty, I love it.” he grinned, using his hand in your hair to throw you onto the bed. “Bet Marshall does too.” he laughed, pushing you over on the bed and ripping open your shirt, revealing your black lace bra underneath.

You panted, stomach still hurting, as he groped your breasts. Gulping, you pushed your head back, so you didn't see him as he touched you. He pulled at the belt in the loops of your jeans, but became angry when he didn't manage opening it. He moved away and yanked open one of the drawers of the dresser, rummaging around before finding what it was he wanted in there. You looked down your body at him, biting into your lip hearing the click of pocket knife opening.

“Shit.” you panted, quietly.

He turned back to you, slipped that blade between your jeans and belt, and with an easy flick of the sharp blade, cut your belt off. He pulled the cut belt off of you, shoving the still open knife into his own belt and worked on opening your jeans. You gripped the blanket beneath you, trying to control yourself and the mounting chemical in your brain trying push your fight or flight response into action. You didn't want to fight him, or run, afraid that if you did, he'd take it out on Kate. He yanked off your wet UGG boots, then peeled off your jeans and laughed, seeing the matching black lace panties you wore. You felt impossibly dizzy feeling his fingers trace the edge of your panties and touching you through them. It was too much, and your fight or flight had won out, you sat up, kicking him in the chest and got up to run for the door. But, Simon caught himself and managed to grab you by the hair again, whipping you around and slamming you against the door. There was an intense tingle, like a severe electrical shock, that shot through your abdomen, close to your hip, followed by a immense heat. You looked down and saw he'd stabbed you with the knife, and looked back at him, shock setting in.

“You do that shit again, and I'll kill both of you.” he spat in your face, like venom. “Got it, bitch?” he barked, pressing the blade to your chest to get the point across.

All you could do was nod, shock had set in and you felt like you were on another plane altogether. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you back onto the bed, using the knife one last time to cut the lace panties off of you before tossing it to the floor. He popped the button of his baggy jeans and let them pull around his ankles, pushing his boxer briefs down his thighs enough to pull his hard prick out, and used on of his knees to push your limp legs open. You gasped more from the pain of him putting pressure on your stab wound them him shoving himself inside of you.

But, that pressure would end up saving you from bleeding out.

– –

Marshall went into the other Simon's cell, causing him to slide off the metal bench and huddle into corner of the cell, slowly becoming hysterical over Marshall's presence. Marshall pulled his service weapon out of his holster, removed the clip, showing Simon that it was full and slid it back in, before pulling back the slide to put a bullet in the chamber, and set it on the metal table. He crossed his arms over his chest, towering above him and looking at him with serious amount of disgust.

“Where are y/n and Kate, you stupid fuck?” he demanded.

“No, No!” Simon cried, huddling up even more.

“Where--” Marshall was cut off by his cell ringing. He ripped it out of his pocket, seeing there was no caller ID, but answered it anyway. “Who the fuck is this?” he barked.

“Hello, Marshall.” A familiar voice answered.

Marshall's eyes grew wide, staring at Simon in the corner, the dots to his theory that there was more than one person helping him, connected. “Who is this?”

“This is Simon.” the voice answered, laughing. “I hear you arrested my identical twin brother again.”

“Twins...” Marshall repeated, shocked.

“That's right, silly bean.” Simon laughed. “I have your dear daughter and beautiful wife, not the me in the cell with you.”

“How did--” Marshall shook his head, he knew he was in the cell with his brother because he was still crying. “I'll make you a trade.” he said, steeling himself. “Your brother for my wife and daughter.”

“Hmm.” Simon hummed. “Tempting, very tempting, Detective.” he said, sounding like he was thinking it over. “I think I'll play with your little family first. Then, I'll call you back.” he told Marshall, then hung up.

“FUCK!” Marshall screamed, startling the Simon in the cell with him. He threw his phone on the metal table and grabbed Simon by the shirt, pulling him up and slamming him against the wall, leaving his feet dangling. “Tell me where your brother is!” he yelled at him. “Tell me, now, or I'll take that fucking bear and destroy it!”

“No, my bear!” Simon sobbed, reaching for the bear on the table, next to Marshall's phone. “I want my bear!”

“Tell me!!” Marshall barked, shoving him against the wall again. “Now!!”

“Da-Daddy's house.” Simon cried, slobbering all over his shirt. “He's at Daddy's house.” he repeated, reaching for his bear. “My bear.” he mewled.

Marshall dropped him, swiping his phone off the table and stormed out of the cell, back up to the tech room where Rachel and Cooper were, trying to find anything of use. “Does David McGovern have any houses, besides the apartment on the school campus?” he asked, tearing into room like a tornado.

“I don't know, we can look.” Rachel said, sheepishly. “Look up any other properties owned or previously owned by David McGovern.” She told the tech woman.

After a few minutes of typing and narrowing the search down, the group found out that McGovern did, in fact, own a house thirty minutes away from the station. Not waiting, or even suiting up, Marshall charged down to his truck and tore out of the station like a man on a warpath. He was, indeed, on a warpath. The ordinarily thirty minute drive to the McGovern house, only took Marshall twenty minutes. He saw the van outside the large house, and got out of his truck, checking his service gun once more, he approached the house, carefully. It seemed all dark inside, but Marshall wasn't leaving until he was sure you and Kate weren't inside. Checking the front door and finding it locked, he started checking windows and any other door. He found that the back door leading into the kitchen was open, and carefully crept inside, checking every nook and corner, until he found the door to the basement, he remembered the other house, the one they'd found the impaired Simon, Lara and Julie. Opening the door, Marshall went down the stairs and looked around, finding the same set of identical stalls in this house that he'd found in the last one.

“Y/n?” He called, softly. “Kate?”

He heard a rustling from one of the stalls, and his heart gave out.

“Daddy?” Kate called, appearing at the narrow window in the door.

“Hey, baby girl.” He grinned, over relieved.

“Oh, god, Daddy.” She cried, seeing him.

Holstering his gun, Marshall looked around the basement for something to force the lock and found a crowbar under a bunch of junk, and used it to break open the door. Kate rushed into Marshall's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his chest, sobbing freely. Marshall held onto her for dear life, resting his cheek on her head and rocking her side to side.

“Where's your mother?” he asked, looking into the stall she'd been in and seeing it empty. He didn't hear anything from the other stalls, and he knew if you were in one of them, you'd have said something by now, it made his stomach twist up again.

“He took her.” Kate sniffled, looking up at him. “He took her somewhere. He tried taking me, but Mommy convinced him to take her instead, and she made me promise that no matter what happened to her, that I'd stay strong until you found us. And you found us, Dad.” she cried, burying her face in his jacket again.

“Alright.” Marshall nodded, kissing the top of her head. “You did an amazing job, sweetheart. I'm proud of you, and glad you listened to your mum. She'll be proud of you as well.” he reassured her. “Look, we're going to go upstairs, alright. I want you to take my keys.” he pulled his keys out of his jacket pocket and pressed them into her hand. “I want you to go out the front door, back up should be here soon, and I want you to get in my truck, lock all the doors, in lay low in the back seat and not unlock it, or come out unless you see me, or Rachel.” he explained to her. “Understood?”

“Yeah, dad.” she nodded, wiping her face.

“Good, girl.” he smiled at her, softly, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her.

Marshall led them both upstairs, Kate behind him and holding on to the back of his shirt. They got upstairs and to the front door, Kate opened it and looked back at Marshall, who gave her a stern, go look, before pulling his gun back out and starting up the stairs. He was halfway down the hall of the second floor when he heard bumps coming from the third. Taking that cue, he made it to the stairs leading up to the top floor and went up. All the doors on the top floor were open, minus the last door at the end of the hall, which was closed. He eased himself down to the door, resting his free hand on the handle, and carefully turning it and cracking open the door. From the crack Marshall could see your head and shoulders on a bed, so he pushed it open a bit more, seeing the rest of you, seeing you half naked, and the blood staining the quilt on the bed beneath you. He didn't see Simon for a moment, before he came into view as he leaned on his arms at either side of your head. You were clearly on the last edge of losing consciousness from the blood loss by the look of your face and how lethargically you moved. Marshall's blood pressure spiked, he put his gun away and kicked open the door, deciding shooting Simon wasn't going to cut it. Simon backed away from you, startled by Marshall's sudden entrance.

“Looks like the Silly Bean found us.” he chuckled, eyeing Marshall.

Marshall panted with flowing adrenaline and rage, he took a big step forward, arms shooting out to grab Simon by the shirt and tossing him against the wall behind him, sending him crashing into the dresser and to the floor. Marshall advanced on him again, and repeatedly kicked Simon in the stomach and chest, stomping on his side and legs.

“I fucking told you!” Marshall raged. “I'd fucking kill you and it wouldn't be pretty.” he seethed, almost foaming at the mouth, and kicked Simon in the face.

Simon laughed as blood poured from his nose, which only enraged Marshall more. He picked him up off the ground like he weighted nothing at all, slammed him against the wall and wrapped his hands around his throat. Simon struggled, kicking his feet and gripping at Marshall's hands, desperately.

“Marsh-all.” You moaned, lulling your head to the side, seeing Marshall through you fuzzy vision, strangling Simon, who's face was turning from red to purple, quickly. “Marshall.” you said, louder and clearer, finally getting his attention. “Don't.” you whimpered, licking your dry lips.

“Why not!” He barked, every inch of his body shaking as the adrenaline started to wear off and he was fueled by pure emotion. “Look what he's done! The women and young girls he's hurt, the family's that have lost everything.” he rationalized. “Look what the fuck he's done to you, what he wanted to do to our daughter! He doesn't deserve to breathe!”

“You...” you gulped, almost passing out again, but shook your head to clear it. “You are...better than that.” you mewled, the agony from your wound starting to really kick in. “You kill him, you are lowering yourself to his level, Marshall.” you looked over at him, seeing the tears streaming down his face. “That is not the man, I love.” you told him, sincerely.

Marshall's hands squeezed even tighter around Simon's throat as he screamed with frustration, knowing you were right and not wanting to disappoint you, he just wanted you, period. Jerking Simon and punching him in the face with all the strength he had in those muscular arms, Marshall knocked Simon unconscious. He dropped Simon on the floor and crossed the room to you, dropping to his knees and carefully pressing a hand to your wound, making you scream in agony.

“It's alright, baby. I've got you now, y/n. I got you.” Marshall panted, slipping his arm under your back and an arm under your knees, scooping you up into his arms, stepped over Simon's unconscious body and carried you out of the room.

He'd come downstairs with you as the team entered the house. “He's on the top floor, last room on the left.” he told them, not stopping as he did. He carried you to the waiting ambulance, so they could take you to the hospital.

“Mom!” Kate screamed, letting go of Rachel to run to you, but Marshall caught her in his arms.

“She's alright, Kate.” Marshall told her, hugging her. “She'll be alright, I promise.” he said, kissing the top of her head and looking at Rachel, who got the hint and came over. “Rachel's going to take you home in my truck, alright. I'm going to go in the ambulance with your mum. I'll call, if anything happens.” he explained, letting her go and directing her in Rachel's direction.

“But, dad...” Kate started to protest, but Marshall gave her another stern look and she gave up. “Fine.” she huffed.

“Good, I love you.” Marshall told her, kissing her head one more time, before climbing into ambulance with you, taking your hand between both of his.

“Kat...” you whispered, turning your head to look at him.

“She's safe, y/n.” He smiled, reaching out to brush your hair out of your pale face. “She's with Rachel.”

“And...the twins?” you asked, frowning at him.

“You know they're twins?” Marshall frowned back.

“Yeah, he told me, before...you know.” you explained, the agony of your wound making you exhausted.

“They're being taken care of, the impaired Simon is locked up at the station and this one is being handled by the team.”

“Good.” You said, and went quiet for the rest of the ride to the hospital.

– –

Marshall helped you into the house, you'd just been discharged from the hospital after a week in the care unit for your stab wound, that thankfully hadn't damaged anything important. You stood in the hallway and saw the white spots on the mocha brown walls, where Marshall obviously patched the bullet holes, but hadn't gotten around to painting them. Marshall rested his hands on your shoulders, coming up behind you and kissed your neck, seeing your eyes on them. He wrapped a gentle arm around your waist, pulling you to lean against him.

“You alright?” he whispered into your ear, his breath warm on your skin.

“I'll be fine, Marshall.” you whispered back, resting your head back against his shoulder.

“Mom!” Kate's voice yelled as she charged down the stairs to you.

“Whoa, easy tiger.” Marshall warned her, seeing the excitement in your daughter's eyes. “She's still hurt, remember.”

“I know, dad.” she said, slowing herself down and gently hugged you. “I missed you.” she whispered into your neck.

“I missed you too, sweetie.” you whispered, hugging her back.

Marshall smiled and carefully enveloped the both of you in his arms, a profound feeling filling him as he held you both in his arms, knowing you were finally safe and sound.

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Let’s Review || Chapter 13

Peter Parker knew that his big sister would do anything for him to be safe and happy. She’d given up everything for him twice over already and would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why, when the criminal mastermind Tony Stark started inextricably following him around, he didn’t say a word. Because he knew without a doubt Penny would do whatever she had to if it meant keeping Peter safe. He had to protect her, just like she always protected him. He never considered what would happen if Stark decided both Parker siblings were worth taking. Never considered who else in Stark’s inner circle would agree. He just wanted to protect her and yet somehow, they both ended up with needles in their necks.

relationship: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character/Bucky Barnes, background Peter Parker/Tony Stark rating: Explicit warnings: Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark Tony Stark, Dark Avengers, kidnapping, non-con/dub-con elements, underage Peter Parker, emotional and psychological abuse, very dark casual reminder: this story is r o u g h. themes of rape, kidnapping, power imbalances, etc.. This story does not depict healthy or safe relationships. Trigger warnings for explicit torture, blood, vomit, and the usual. be advised, be safe.

The apartment was filled with plants. Like, a ridiculous number of plants and a good portion of them weren’t suited for the indoors. She’d woken up on a couch, was kissed goodbye by Peter and Tony, and got swept up by a very enthusiastic Bucky before she really knew what was happening. We want to show you something. Shivers had gone down her spine because she wasn’t sure she wanted to see anything they were so excited to show her, but it turned out to just be a metric fuckton of plants.

Actually, there was a ton of stuff in the apartment that hadn’t been there that morning. There were empty shelves all over the place and yarn, fucking yarn for days. A bazillion crochet hooks and knitting needles and books—books. She could barely read on a good day but they’d bought about fifty million books on crocheting and knitting and plants.

In real life, if Bucky and Steve were her boyfriends who’d done something stupid, the ridiculous amount of stupid I’m Sorry gifts probably would’ve worked. There was a spark of amusement in her chest anyway but she refused to glorify it. There was no amount of ‘Oops Sorry’ gifts that could make up for kidnapping and imprisonment. They couldn’t fucking enrich her environment like she was an animal at the zoo and expect her to lose her mind over it.

“A lot of the plants need to go outside,” Steve was walking around the living room, “JARVIS has greenlit construction on a rooftop garden and greenhouse so we only need to keep them inside for a little while. We’re also gonna set up an indoor garden room, with humidity controls and special lights, we just have to get the windows replaced.”

“And we wanted to get your opinion on these,” Bucky invaded her space a moment later, wrapping his arms around her from behind and holding his phone in front of them, “you like to lay in front of the windows, do you want one of these daybeds?”

“Or one of these,” Steve stepped up with his own phone in hand, several photos of indoor hammock style lounge chairs, “we can anchor it to the ceiling.”

A numb sort of feeling seeped into Penny’s bones and she found herself looking at the phones silently, listening to them go on and on about her ‘options’. Fucking options. Penny didn’t have options, that had been made very clear to her multiple times over the course of the last several days. The last month, in fact, if she was being completely honest. From the moment she learned of Tony Stark’s involvement in her little brother’s life, her options had slid out from under her like sand.

“I’m going to go lay down,” she stated quietly, ignoring the fact she’d taken a three hour nap, and pulled away from the pair.

She didn’t sleep though. JARVIS began projecting movies onto the wall without being asked while Penny stripped off her jeans, not bothering to change into anything, and crawled into bed. She wished the bedding was heavier, wished the room was colder, why weren’t there more pillows?

Several movies played while she lay curled around a pillow, not moving other than to breathe. At some point they brought her dinner, prepared just for her by Chef Cohen, and watched while she picked at it for a good hour before giving up. While Steve left to go put away the leftovers, Bucky slotted himself behind her and returned the pillow she’d been holding before. He fell asleep after about an hour, just before Steve returned with a book and a glass of water.

“I don’t want you to get dehydrated again, doll,” he explained quietly as he slipped into bed, waking Bucky with the movements but not acknowledging it, “drink this before you fall asleep.”

Penny didn’t bother to inform him she likely wouldn’t be falling asleep, not for any reasonable amount of time anyway. She drank the whole thing regardless, resettling herself down into the bed once she’d finished and letting the soldiers find their places around her. It took half an hour before she realized something was weird, that her eyes were getting heavier while she tried to watch her movie. Part of her wanted to be excited— if she managed to fall asleep, it would be the first time in ages that she had a chance to sleep through the night. But the other part of her realized that something was off.

“Shh, baby, don’t tense up,” Bucky murmured from behind her, his hands petting over her stomach slowly, “you’re so tired precious, just go to sleep.”

“Whahdiju—” Penny couldn’t even finish her slurred sentence; it was like something had attached to her body and was pulling her down, she was sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress but she could hardly move.

Steve cupped her face from where he lay in front of her, gently brushing his nose against hers, “goodnight babydoll, we’ll see you in the morning.”

A strangled noise escaped Penny, she thought she should be hyperventilating but she literally couldn’t. Her body was being pressed down on, was still sinking further and further into the mattress until she couldn’t think anymore. The sleep was restful to a fault, a dead slumber with no dreams at all.

When she woke, she was alone in the bed. The soldiers were nearby, she could hear their voices, but she wasn’t wrapped up in them like she usually was. It took longer than it should’ve for her body to respond to her brains orders, longer for her to have complete control over her extremities. She felt out of place and confused, much like the first time she’d woken up in the tower after being drugged.

She’d been drugged more in the last year than most people were in their entire lives. In the back of her mind, she remembered how lucky she’d been for so long; sure, it was about time for it to run out, but why did it have to go so spectacularly?

A low thrum of despair started in her heart and spread throughout her body like a virus, slinking through her veins and infecting her flesh. She clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to quiet the cries escaping against her will. Obviously, she’d never felt safe in the tower. She was entirely at the mercy of her captors, their whims were her existence. They could put their hands on her, hurt her, lock her in a room and throw away the key, but being drugged felt like something worse. It was an extra step in stripping her autonomy that she somehow hadn’t expected and it was more than terrifying. They could literally do whatever they wanted to her and she couldn’t do a thing to stop it.

“Jesus! Penny, baby what’s wrong?” She was swept up into Steve’s arms, the blond cradling her close to his chest, “Are you hurt? Are you sick? Penny, doll, talk to me baby, please—”

A tremble was running through her entire body, chest heaving with silenced cries while he continued to rock her. Bucky appeared through the blur of tears, pressing himself against her back where Steve held her and wrapping his arms around the pair.

“Just let her cry, Stevie,” the brunet quietly ordered, running his hand up and down his panicking boyfriend’s back, “let her get it out.”

Penny wasn’t sure how long it took for her to stop bawling. Eventually she just sort of opened her eyes and found herself sitting on Steve’s lap on the edge of the bed, once again exhausted and numb.

“Feel better, doll?” Bucky asked quietly, stroking her hair gently and sighing when she didn’t bother to answer, “maybe we shouldn’t go in today.”

“We have to,” Steve shook his head, pressing his lips to Penny’s covered shoulder, “Baby, Bucky and I have to go to work today. We’ll still be in the tower, JARVIS can contact us for you if you need us.”

As if she would ever, ever ask JARVIS to contact them. As if they were in some fever dream where Penny would be devastated if they left and never came back. As if she wouldn't be elated if they died.

Penny just nodded, allowing them to pet and coddle her until they needed to leave. Apparently breakfasts with Peter were now only on weekends, although Penny was allowed to go to see him as long as she checked first.

The soldiers spent a stupid amount of time 'saying goodbye' to her, fretting over leaving her alone as if she wasn't a goddamn adult. Contempt welled in her chest, crawling up her throat. She swallowed it down as hard as she could; she wouldn’t break the ‘be sweet’ rule, not when her ass was just starting to feel normal again. It took a good twenty minutes before the door shut, JARVIS automatically locking it behind them.

“They’re gone, JARVIS?”

“The soldiers are on the elevator heading for the conference floors, Miss. Should I call them back?”

“No!” Penny jumped at the sound of her own shout, “No, definitely not. I just… will you warn me when they start to come back?”

“Of course Miss, I would be happy too.”

“What is Peter doing right now?”

“Mr. Parker is still asleep, Miss.”

Disappointment settled on her shoulders but Penny quickly shook it off, looking around the living room. There were still a million and one plants scattered about, most looking desperate for water. Her disdain rattled through her; watering the plants would be giving in. They’d think she liked the plants, that they’d made her happy. But she hated the idea of letting them all die just to send a message. It wasn’t the plants fault that they’d been purchased by monsters.

It took almost half an hour to water them all and another forty minutes to sort them by the amount of sunlight they needed. JARVIS was critical in the endeavor, identifying everything Penny didn’t recognize and immediately reporting the optimal conditions for growth. The more effort and energy and time it took, the more Penny felt her rage growing.

“Those fucking bastards, do they not realize how delicate these are? They’ll die without enough sunlight!”

“I fucking hate these, they’re the worst JARVIS.” “Peacock plants require very strict care routines, shall I set reminders Miss?” “You can set it the fuck on fire I hate these.”

“Please tell me this isn’t a zebra plant.” “Should I lie to you, Miss?” “How the fuck am I going to keep a zebra plant alive in fucking New York?”

“They bought crotons. I hate crotons, JARVIS. You move them two inches and they get mad and drop all of their leaves.”

By noon, Penny was seething and it wasn’t just the plants that had driven her rage. The sheer injustice of her situation was setting in, overpowering the fear and the sadness.

“They just took us, JARVIS, how could they think that was okay?” She demanded, looking at the little red light in the corner of the room, “They just fucking took us like we were—like we were puppies in a cardboard box! We’re people, JARVIS! We’re people and we have lives and they just fucking took us away!”

“A-and they think that I should just accept it! I should be happy to be here, to be locked in a literal tower like some fucked up Disney princess, I should be thankful they stole us!”

Penny roughly placed an African Violet onto the kitchen counter, slamming her fist down next to it a moment later. She dropped her face into her hands, elbows rested on the counter, and heaved a massive sigh. Her face was hot to the touch in her rage.

“I can’t even get mad, I can’t be mad at them or I break their stupid fucking rules. Be Sweet, what the fuck does that even mean?!” She threw her arms out in irritation, screeching when her hand hit the mug Bucky had used for breakfast. It flew off the counter and smashed against the ground, pieces of ceramic flying everywhere, “oh mother fucker! Now I’m gonna get in trouble for that.”

“There is no rule against breaking dishes, Ms. Parker.”

Silence settled over the kitchen, even the sound of her breathing quieted. They had told her she couldn’t be violent and she had to be sweet—those were the only rules. Penny darted out of the kitchen and ran to the closet, snatching a pair of Bucky’s slippers before running back.

“Hey JARVIS, can you play music for me?”

“Of course, Miss, what would you like?”

“Ever heard of Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit?”

It only took about an hour to destroy every single plate, bowl, and cup in the kitchen. Every single piece of smashable cutlery had been demolished while a loud, raging playlist screamed through the apartment. Her chest was heaving with effort, eyes scanning the carnage that was the floor. A sense of contentment was washing through her for the first time in a month, a fleeting peace thrumming through her bones. It felt wonderful, even if it would only last for a little while.

"JARVIS, can you ask Chef Cohen if he has time to make me lunch maybe?" Penny asked absently, broken glass and ceramic making satisfying crunching noises as she left the kitchen and flopped onto the couch.

"Do you have anything specific in mind Miss?"

"No, just whatever he wants to make. How do I turn on the TV?"

"I can do that for you if you'd like Miss. The remote control is kept in the basket beneath the side table to your left."

"Thanks JARV, I got it," Penny hadn't actually sat down with the intention of watching TV in ages but it sounded like a good way to pass time, "maybe you could help me find something to watch though? I'm not sure where to start."

Binge watching TV shows was a phenomenon Penny was pretty sure she could get behind. She spent the whole afternoon parked out on the couch, happily eating the huge lunch that had been sent up for her and secretly admiring the very pretty array of succulents that had been purchased for her.

"Ms. Parker, the soldiers are preparing to return home for the day."

A small under current of nerves rocketed through her. The kitchen was a warzone and part of her wondered how badly she was gonna get beat for destroying everything she knew would make acceptable shattering noises. Technically, destroying the kitchen wasn’t against the rules. When the door to the apartment opened, Penny plastered a sweet smile on her face. Be sweet had never been defined, but she would be sweet as fuck.

“Hey doll,” Bucky greeted upon seeing her, eyes sweeping over her sprawled position on the couch and the empty food cart next to the coffee table, “did you have a good day?”

“Yes,” Penny continued to smile, making sure her tone was sugary.

She could see the suspicion settling over their faces, the furrowed brows and pursed lips. They exchanged a look and her smile widened.

“Penny, what’s going on?” Steve asked gently after a moment.

“I’m being sweet,” her lips pulled back to show her teeth, the expression still a smile but a rather brutal one, and carefully tried to keep her eyes from straying to the kitchen.

Somehow Steve still divined her intention though and turned to walk to the kitchen while Bucky approached her. The brunet looked simultaneously suspicious and amused, carefully scooping her up into his arms and sitting on the couch with her sprawled on top of him. A low, long whistle came from the kitchen and Bucky raised an eyebrow at her, only to have Penny very abruptly press her lips against his.

It was a trick, he was fully aware that she was trying to distract him, but fuck if it didn’t work. Penny initiating any sort of intimacy had been a practically nonexistent dream and he very quickly decided he couldn’t give half a shit about what was in the kitchen. He adjusted her on his lap and leaned back against the arm of the couch, tucking her up close to his chest and sighing into her mouth. Fuck he’d found heaven, fuck he couldn’t care less what she’d gotten up to in the kitchen, she was kissing him and she was soft and her weight on top of his chest was perfect.

Steve could literally see his lover melting into the couch cushions under Penny’s clever, if obvious, tactics. The kitchen was a disaster and he wondered if anything had been left intact but he did love getting to see his two favourite people wrapped up in each other. Plus, poor Penny seemed to have forgotten her original purpose in kissing Bucky and had gone boneless.

“Our doll left quite a mess in the kitchen, Buck,” he called lowly, watching the brunet fight to bring himself back to full consciousness and reluctantly pull away from the kiss.

“Fuck you’re so sweet,” Bucky rumbled, dragging his lips against Penny’s several times before forcing himself to stop, “manipulative little doll.”

“How long did it take you to break everything, precious?” Steve felt a small smirk tugging at his lips, eyes tracking Penny’s careful smile and the nervousness beginning to rise in her eyes.

“I don’t know,” still smiling, a sugary sweet voice, their doll was a little shitkicker.

“JARVIS, why didn’t you tell us that Penny was having a fit?”

“Ms. Parker was in no danger and was not showing any signs of emotional distress, Captain.”

“Destroying everything she could get her hands on doesn’t count as a sign of emotional distress?”

“I am unable to differentiate human emotions unless they are accompanied by biological changes in temperature, heart rate—”

“JARVIS, call Tony up here please.”

Penny’s body pulled taught at that and he could see her throat move as she swallowed, the nervousness continuing to rise. Her cheeks were an appealing shade of pink and Steve crossed the room to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch, stealing her off of Bucky’s lap and bringing her to sit across his thighs.

“You’re being sweet, huh baby?” He murmured quietly, nose brushing her cheek bone, “show me how sweet you can be.”

He pressed his lips against hers but didn’t move further, forcing Penny to adjust her position in order to kiss him properly. There was only a moment's hesitation, broken by the sound of Bucky’s near delirious sigh, before Penny’s lips started moving over his in a languid fashion. He quickly came to understand why Buck had just about melted into the couch when she gave in, their doll was an excellent kisser and she was so, so sweet.

“And here I thought you’d fallen and couldn’t get up.”

Penny tried to pull away at the sound of Tony’s voice but Steve kept a hand on her cheek, holding her in place for a few more seconds before letting her lips fall away. He guided her head down to rest against his shoulder, carefully running his hand down the length of her hair without tangling his fingers in her curls.

“Go check out the kitchen, wouldja?”

“Did you break the coffee pot again, Ol’ Timer? Need the youngin’ to come fix—oh, that’s an impressive level of destruction for such a little thing. Did you have to climb on the counters to get to the top shelves precious?”

“Tony, why wouldn’t JARVIS alert us that Penny was having a breakdown?” Bucky reached out and swiftly stole Penny from his boyfriend’s lap, carefully curling her into the cage of his arms and ignoring her grumbling when he manipulated her limbs into a more comfortable position.

“J, explain yourself,” Tony Did Not Roll His Eyes, but he did really, really want to.

“Ms. Parker was not breaking any rules that had been explained to her, nor was she exhibiting any signs of emotional distress.”

“I’m pretty sure going ape shit on the entire kitchen counts as emotional distress, J,” Tony admonished carefully.

“Then I do apologize, sir.” The AI did not sound apologetic in the least and if nothing else, JARVIS was smug.

“Since we seem to have to explain this implicitly, Penny doll, wrecking the kitchen is not okay,” Bucky tipped her head back with a careful nudge, forcing eye contact, “you can’t destroy the kitchen because you’re upset.”

He wasn’t even bothered, to be honest. The tower was still standing, she hadn’t set anything on fire, and she was entirely unharmed; it was a better outcome than he had been expecting upon leaving their tiny monster alone for so long. She hadn’t even attempted an escape and honestly he was planning to count the day as a win. A quick glance at Steve confirmed he felt the same way.

“JARVIS, if Penny goes on the warpath again, I expect you to inform someone,” Tony ordered, ignoring the small spark of heat in his chest upon seeing Penny give in to Bucky’s embrace and lay against the brunet completely.

“Yes, sir.” Petulant. The robot voice in the walls sounded petulant and Steve didn’t appreciate JARVIS having such strong emotions.

“Now, was there anything else or can I get back to my baby?”

Before either of the soldiers could respond, Penny popped back up, “Can I see Peter?”

“Not tonight, precious,” he ignored the sad look on her face and pressed on, “I’ll send him up tomorrow to have breakfast with you, fair?”

Penny didn’t look all too placated but she nodded, grudgingly accepting the pretend compromise. It wasn’t an actual compromise, Stark didn’t give anything up in exchange for them meeting in the middle, but being able to see through the manipulation tactic was its own success.

“Come give me a kiss before I leave, precious.” Cheating. Stark was cheating and they both knew it.

When she hesitated for too long, Bucky cleared his throat and gave her a nudge, “Be sweet, Penny.”

Standing up was a fucking chore. Her entire body protested the action, Steve ended up guiding her hips up off the edge of the couch. Stark had his hand stretched towards her and she forced her feet to move as he gestured her towards him.

Being touched by Tony Stark was like touching a livewire. When she grabbed his hand, goosebumps ran down her arm and her heart began to race when he pulled her to his chest. His presence was simultaneously terrifying and calming. The kiss he placed on her forehead was scorching and afterwards, when he tapped his own fingers to his lips, she felt her body tremble. Stretching onto her toes, she pressed a chaste, barely brushing kiss there before quickly backing away and retreating into the bedroom.

The door slammed behind her and Tony turned his gaze to the soldiers, “I’ll send someone to clean up your kitchen. I do need to talk to you while I’m up here though— their disappearance is starting to gain attention.”

Bucky groaned, head falling back against the couch, “We’ll need to stage some bodies then, do we have any options on hand?”

“One that’ll fit for Penny, maybe, but nothing for Peter,” Tony crossed his arms over his chest, one hand running over his goatee, “shouldn’t be too hard though. Have you talked to Rumlow recently?”

“Not in a few days,” Steve rolled his neck in annoyance, “too fragile.”

“Make sure you leave him alive for now,” it was an order, “Penny’s having a hard time adjusting, we may need some leverage.”

“Is Peter acting out?”

“Hardly,” Tony snorted, “force more intimacy, affection broke Peter in half like he’d never experienced it before.”

“Penny has some trauma with sex, from Rumlow,” Steve glanced towards the bedroom door, “she almost doesn’t know how to react to phsyical contact.”

“She has to be punished for the stunt in the kitchen,” Bucky tilted his head thoughtfully, “we can’t go any further until that.”

“She didn’t technically break any rules—”

“Don’t start Super Stupid,” Tony pointed at the blond quickly, “she’s not a child, she knows better.”

“We do owe Rumlow a visit,” Bucky didn’t give his boyfriend a chance to respond, “We’ll take Penny along.”

“It’ll traumatize her,” Steve frowned, resting his cheek on his fist.

“And you’ll pick up the pieces afterwards,” Tony gave them both a careful expression, “she needs to know that you’re her support system, that she has to rely on you for comfort and safety.”

“Break her down and build her back up,” a soft hum escaped Bucky, the wheels beginning to turn in his brain as he considered the implications of shredding Penny down to her bare essentials, “systematically.”

“Poor thing,” a heavy sigh escaped Steve before he slapped his hands down on his thighs and stood, turning to face the door she was hiding behind, “I hate seeing her sad.”

“We’ll get through it, Stevie,” Bucky followed him to his feet and squeezed the blond’s shoulder, “and so will she. Penny! Penny doll, come out here, we’ve got places to be!”

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vampiricfairy · 4 years

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I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1851

Pairing: Jonathan Harker x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Updates will be probably very inconsistent? Anyway, have fun. Also btw you're pansexual, ahaha.

"Y/N, wake up! It’s past 1 pm.”

You groaned and sat up, “what is it..?” You asked groggily.

“When did you go to sleep?!”

“Around.. 1 am? I don’t see why you care Zoe..” You said and slipped out of bed.

“I know it’s hard when your parents are barely around, but you really need to practice being responsible. Also put your slippers on before you catch a cold, I brought you coffee.” Your aunt, well Zoe Van Helsing said before she disappeared again.

You sighed as you shuffled into the bathroom and washed your face. You looked at your reflection still feeling a bit tired, you got into the shower.

While showering you thought of what happened yesterday, trying to process what happened. After that you dried your hair and put on an oversized t-shirt before walking downstairs to the kitchen, where you sat on a chair opposed to Zoe.

“How did you sleep?” Zoe asked, as she looked through various letters, files and everything. It confused you, if you were being honest. Why did your aunt come here, with so much stuff. You did like Zoe a lot, she was pretty nice to you and quite cool actually.

“Had some weird dreams but otherwise it was.. Alright. How’s work?” You asked her, yawning as you took a sip of your now cold coffee.

“Could be better, the thing I had been working on for so long failed. Remember Count Dracula? He is out of his cell and he has a lawyer. It also seems like there is another vampire that is.. Running around freely. In fact he was Dracula’s solicitor, Jonathan Harker-“ Zoe stopped talking when she noticed that you were choking on your coffee.

You swallowed as you coughed a little, “I’m great- I’m good please-please just continue talking-“ You had a small brain malfunction there. You were praying Zoe wasn’t catching on by now.

“You’re acting a little weird.. Anything happen last night?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Nope, nothing. I was at home and watched movies, then I went to bed-.” You clearly lied.

“My point is, I don’t want you wandering alone around at night. It’s dangerous, if Dracula finds out we have the same bloodline he is going to come after you. It’s best if you stay inside as soon as it gets dark.” Zoe explained with a stern voice.

“What about Jonathan Harker though?” You asked, maybe it wasn’t smart but you still did it. You were burning with interest for the vampire.

“Jonathan Harker is harmless but he is still a vampire.. Meaning he may not intend to hurt anyone but he can’t control himself around blood.”

“Got it..” You smiled sweetly, exactly knowing what you were going to do.

“Why do you seem so happy? Come on Y/N, something’s definitely up. You’re not a movie watcher anyway.” Zoe said.

“What-? No, I always liked watching movies!! I- I un watched SAW I.” You said, well more stammered.

“You know you can tell me if something happened, I’ll make sure there are people around you who can protect you.” Zoe tried to remind you.

“No, no. I’m fine!” You finished drinking your coffee and yawned again. “I’m going shopping later with my friends, I’ll try to be back before sundown.” You lied, again.

“Well, alright. You have fun- I’ll probably come over when I’m done with work. Take care.” Zoe then walked out of your apartment and you walked back upstairs to your room and took your phone.

J.H.: Good morning, dear.

Sent at 6:24 am

You chuckled to yourself as you typed a message.

Me: Good Morning?

Me: Wanna meet later??

You then checked your social medias, before walking back downstairs. You were still slightly tired, so you decided to take a quick nap. A quick nap seemed to have turned into a pretty long one and so you found yourself waking up in the dark, you flipped on the light and checked your phone messages.

J.H: If you insist, then sure. What time?

Me: 8:30pm?

It was 7:15 now, which meant you had enough time to get ready.

J.H: I’ll be there.

With that you walked into your room and put on a black dress, fishnet thighs and a jean jacket. You put on a light makeup and curled your hair. You walked back downstairs into the kitchen where you drank a glass of water.

Knock, knock, knock.

You cautiously walked to the door and opened it.

“Good evening, darling.” Jonathan said, even smiling a little.

“Evening- I haven’t put on my shoes yet! Wait, you want to come in?” You asked him as you stepped aside.

Johnathan hesitated as he watched you put on your shoes, “are you sure?”

You shrugged. “Sort of, look I know what you are but frankly I think you wouldn’t hurt me. I mean why? There’s nothing beneficial about me- unless you want my blood. But even that, I really don’t mind.” You said, as you tied your shoes.

Jonathan stepped inside, “that’s odd. People back in my days would have panicked by now-“

“Please stop saying “people in my days” or “back in my days” it makes you sound like my grandpa!” You said jokingly.

Jonathan chuckled, confused. “Alright, then.”

“Also I would like you to come anytime you please but don’t come when my aunt is here- I’m not supposed to be outside and especially not with you.” You took your keys, Jonathan and you stepped outside.

“You should really be staying at home then, it is not safe outside anyway. Yes, I am able to protect you but.. Not as much as you think. Dracula is much more experienced and stronger than me!” Jonathan said with a worried expression.

“I have garlic with me and a cross chain in my purse- I doubt he can do much now, hmm. I also won’t hesitate to use it on you, should you try anything!” You said and chuckled.

“I won’t hurt you.. I can’t.” He said, a sad smile on his face.

“What’s that about?” You asked.

“Nothing- I just can’t bring myself to kill a young lady-“

“Sounds fair!! I wouldn’t spill holy water on you either!” You said.

“Van Helsing?” Jonathan asked, sighing slightly.

“That noticeable? Just my mothers side-“ You said.

“So that is why he is after you-“ Jonathan said, sighing.

“He is after m-????? Why is he after me??? What would he want from me? My knowledge of My Chemical Romance lyrics???” You were slightly confused. “Wait, how do you even know that he is after me?”

“He tried to choke you, remember? He was about to drink your blood, if I hadn’t appeared you.. You would probably be almost undead by now.”

“Sucks for me.” You stated plainly.

“I don’t understand how you can’t worry about such things.”

“First of all, you are with me. Second of all, I am safe as fuck. Third of all, I want to kick the fucker that killed a family member of mine in the pp, really badly. Again. Smash his intestines too. Also being a vampire sounds really cool.”

Jonathan seemed confused by your language. “As fuck? Pp?” He repeated.

Your brain had a small malfunction there. How were you gonna explain a gentleman all that, a gentleman not from your century. “As fuck? It’s when you want to do something really bad or something is really great- or something is really bad. Like I’ll tell my friends “It’s cold as fuck” and they’ll understand it as “it’s extremely cold, I’m dying.” A pp is.. That thing you have.” Maybe you should have worded it better.

“What thing?” Asked Jonathan dumbfounded.

“The thing you masturbate with-“ you said plainly.

“Masturbate???”

“I- just google it please.”

“I will- I’m sorry darling, I’m still getting accustomed to the new age.” Jonathan smiled awkwardly.

“Nah, it’s okay. Now that you’re getting accustomed to the new age- can you drink energy drink?”

Jonathan had declined your energy drink offer, but there you were with your white Monster.. Hoping to not spill anything of it again.

“It’s getting late.. Darling, you have to go home. It’s not safe for you outside.” Jonathan said.

“You’re kinda right.. Wait, you are extremely right- Zoe said she’ll come by. Oh fuck. She already is off work- help.”

“I think I can help-“ he pulled you in his cold embrace, “don’t let go alright-“ with that he sprinted off.

You couldn’t comprehend his vampire super speed very well, you closed your eyes because it made your head hurt. “Thank you..” You said, still a bit dizzy.

“No problem- get inside now. Good night, dear. Rest well.”

“Good n-“ he was already gone and you pouted as you walked inside and closed the door, walking upstairs to your apartment you pulled out your phone.

You walked upstairs and entered your apartment.. Yawning. You flopped on the couch and died inside a little.

15 minutes later the door opened.

“Hey, Y/N- are you alright? You’re not crying over.. Her, are you?” Zoe asked as she walked into the apartment holding a bag.

“Huh? Oh- no I just fell asleep with my make up on I guess.. Actually she said she wanted to contact again but I’m not completely sure whether I should talk to her or not- what’s in the bag?” You asked.

“Dinner and yes.. Think about it but remember there’s millions of others out there.” Zoe tried to remind you as you sighed.

“I will- what’s for dinner?” You asked, realizing you hadn’t really eaten all day.

“I got Chinese take out-“ Zoe said with a smile.

“Sounds good..” You said on a kitchen chair as you watched Zoe getting out plates and spoons. “I’m tired..” You said.

“You’re always tired, that’s nothing new.”

“Well, yes.. But I have a questionnn!!” You said and smiled sheepishly.

“What is it?”

“Could you take me with you to your work??” You asked, looking like an excited child.

“Do you have a death wish?” Zoe remarked.

“At times, yes. But if I’m dead I don’t have to write that French exam, everything has it’s pro’s and cons!” You said.

“Yes, but the cons here would be, you’d be dead.”

“Cool right?”

“You’re impossible.. Depends, I may think about it.” Zoe said.

“But after my 18th birthday- I want to live for a couple months until I turn 18!” You smirked.

“That actually sounds fair-“

“What would I have to do??”

“Hush, I don’t know yet! You’re so impatient and curious, you really need to work on that.” Zoe remarked as you rolled your eyes.

“Nope, I refuse!” You said, smiling sheepishly.

“I hope that the people you’ll date are going to have strong nerves.” Zoe said as she put some of the take out on your plate.

“Ouuchhhh!” You laughed before taking bite of a spring roll.

You woke up the next morning, realizing you must have fallen asleep. Upon sitting up you noticed.. Blood on your window? With blood smeared written was:

I FOUND YOU

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years

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Best Part of Me -Chapter 54

Warning: angst

Tagging: @innerpaperexpertcloud, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @ocfairygodmother

The hours go by way too fast.

He’s tried to spend every possible moment with them. Devoting his attention, yet his very limited time, from the second he opened eyes and found four little -and still sleeping- bodies crowded around him. Two pressed against his sides, one laying across his shin and effectively pinning him down, the fourth right on top of him with their face nestled in the spot between his neck and shoulder. Some time in the middle of the night they must have snuck in -or their mother had carried them in- and he’d been none the wiser. A rare, deep, comfortable sleep somehow finding him on quite possibly the most stressful night of his life. Never waking once due to nightmares of pain, or even when four of his five children either crept into bed with him or were placed there. And for an hour he hadn’t dared to disturb them; content with just watching them sleep and gently running his fingers through their hair and kissing the cheeks and foreheads of those he could reach. Listening to their soft, rhythmic breathing and feeling their bodies gently rising and falling against him. Marvelling at not only how beautiful and perfect they are, but the fact that someone like him -with all his past mistakes and bad decisions and inner demons- could ever be given, or entrusted with, such amazing little human beings.

He let them eat leftover birthday care and ice cream for breakfast. Managing borderline genuine laughs and smiles as he listened to them gush about it being ‘the best Sunday morning EVER’ and their excited, vividly detailed recap of yesterday’s events and the week they’d had at school. Heart crumbling with each passing second, wanting nothing more than to either stop the clock, or simply wake up and discover that all of it -Mahajan, the threats against his family, the mission in Mumbai- had been nothing more than a horrible, fucked up dream. When they weren’t paying attention, he turned on the recorder on his phone; taking in every giggle and their little voices. There’s no greater, more beautiful sound than your own kids’ laughter; second to only how it sounds when they call him daddy. It will be awhile before he hears it again in person. If he even gets the chance at all.

That’s the bitter, heartbreaking realization. He may never get these moments again; it could be the last lazy Sunday they have together. Their last breakfast on the back patio. The last time he gets to ask them how their week at school went. It all seems so simple. So mundane. Things that he’s often guilty of taking for granted that he’ll miss so much if he never gets to experience them again; whether it be through their demise or his own. If it’s going to happen, he prays it’s the latter. That they’ll get the opportunity to grow up and live long, great lives. That their mother won’t have to endure a single second, never mind a lifetime, without any of them. She’d survive his passing. She’d grieve. Long and hard. But one day she’d likely move on; find someone that loves her and the kids and will do anything to make them happy. But she’d never get over losing one of her babies, never mind all of them. It would break her. Right down to her very soul. And she’d recover from it.

He took them swimming and surfing. Two hours in the water followed by a walk along the beach looking for shells and rocks and pieces of beach glass. Each filling their small plastic buckets with whatever treasures they happened to find. He’d been in no rush; taking as many videos and pictures as possible and trying to commit every little moment to memory. They went for a hike in the woods. Playing ‘spot the wildlife’; listening to the kookaburras in the trees and seeing kangaroos hop through the brush and the koalas clinging to trunks and branches. Awed by how bright eyed and curious they are. Fearless. Smart. Everything that’s good and beautiful that exists in both their parents fully alive and flourishing inside of them. They went out for lunch and to the park near their school. Leaving the car parked downtown and simply enjoying the walk with them. A tiny hand curled around each of his, another clutching the side pocket of her cargo shorts, Declan holding on tight as he perched upon his father’s shoulders. And he’d entertained every request for pushes on the swings; never denying their demands to go higher and higher. Smiling at the sounds of their laughter and their squeals and the grins on their faces. When they’d returned home they’d all taken a nap together. Somehow managing to all cram together on the living room couch.

He’d spent his last hour with Addie. Just her and him in the old, creaky rocking chair in the nursery. Feeding her a bottle and holding that impossibly tiny body as close as he possibly could. Eyes closed as he breathed in the soft scent that clung to her sleeper; feeling that silky hair against his skin and the way those small first tightly grasped the front of his t-shirt.

He doesn’t remember a time when four in the afternoon has come this quickly. And while Esme waits in the car -knowing that she won’t be able to hold it together during the goodbyes and how badly her children need to see her calm and composed- he stalls for as long as he possibly can. Double checking the contents of the backpack serving as a carry on and moving at a snail’s pace as he laced his boots; trembling hands making the simple task needlessly complicated. His chest aches; a pain like nothing he’s ever experienced before. A mix between tightness and profound emptiness that he can’t even begin to describe. Emotion sits heavily in his throat, threatening to choke him. And he sees the sympathetic smile that Kyle -with Addie along his arm- gives him. His brother in law is unusually emotional; they never quite seen eye to eye and Kyle has also held a lot of animosity and spite towards him. Truly believe that he’d ‘stolen’ Esme from the family and then proceeded to drag her into a less than appealing life. But Kyle understands the enormity of the situation; how serious and dangerous it will be. And he knows full well that despite not even realizing it the kids could very well be hugging and kissing their father goodbye for the last time.

“Come here guys…” Tyler says, as he drops down to one knee in the middle of the front foyer. “...I gotta go.”

The twins are the first to him, and he gathers one in the crook of each arm and pulls them tightly into him. Two sets of little arms immediately curling tightly around his neck. His eyes shut tight as he holds them; a valiant attempt at fighting back the flood of threatening tears. And he places a hand on the back of their heads and presses kisses to their brows.

“You guys be good, yeah? Be good for your mom. Do what she says. Clean your room. Eat all your dinner. No mouthing off. Got it?”

They both nod.

“I don’t want to hear any different when I call to check on things, hear me?”

“You’ll come and visit, right?” Tanner’s voice cracks with emotion, tears brim in his eyes. “When we get there? You’ll come and see us?”

“You guys will have a good time with your mom. It’s a really nice place you’re staying at. Its got an indoor AND outdoor pool and its own theatre for watching movies and one of those massive wooden playgrounds you’re always after me to get. And animals. Crazy ones too. Like monkeys and tigers and a sloth and shit like that.”

“But you’ll come see us, right?” Tanner presses. “You’ll come and visit?”

“As soon as I can. I promise.”

“How soon?”

“I’m not sure, mate. There’s some things I need to do first. I’ll come as soon as they’re done, okay? Second I’m finished, I’ll be there. Alright?”

Tanner nods.

“I love you guys.” He presses another kiss to one forehead, followed by the other. “So much.”

“I love you, daddy,” TJ pecks Tyler’s cheek and then tightens his hold on his neck. “I’ll miss you too.”

“I’ll see you soon, mate. I promise.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Tanner laments. “Why can’t we go together? Why are you going before us?”

“We talked about this.” Tyler brushes his son’s hair away from his forehead and out of his eyes. “I gotta do some work stuff. Important stuff. Very important.”

“More important than us?”

“Nothing is more important than you, mate. And I’ll see you as soon as I can. It won’t be too long, I promise.”

“Okay,” Tanner sniffles. “I love you, daddy. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. You guys be good. No fighting. Especially with your sister. You know both she can kick your butts. Go on. Go and see what that crazy puppy is doing. Make sure he’s not chewing shit up.”

Millie moves in once he brothers run off. Perching herself upon his thigh and wrapping her arms around his neck; burying her face in the spot between his neck and shoulder.

“You be good too,” Tyler says, and drops a kiss on the top of her head. “No picking on anyone. And no beating anyone’s ass, got it?”

“Got it.”

“Be nice to your mom. Love on her a lot, okay? She needs a lot of love and she needs you and your brothers to give her that. I’m counting on you guys.”

“Okay, daddy. I’m sad you’re leaving without us, but I’m excited too. About going to visit where Ovi was born. Mommy says there’s lots of new stuff for us to try. Like food and stuff. And a lot of fun stuff to see and do. I’ve never been on a trip before. I’m super stoked about it.”

He can’t help but smile. Relieved that she -with her shockingly keen instincts and her ability to ‘read’ situations- hasn’t picked up on any of the worry and the stress. “Mommy gets really nervous when she flies. So you sit beside her and hold her hand. I’m not there to do it, so you have to. Alright?”

Millie nods.

“I’ll miss you. But I’ll see you as soon as I can. I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, daddy. I made you something.”

“You did? What did you make me?”

She hops down off his thigh, then reaches into the pocket of her shorts. “It’s a bracelet. Like your other ones. Mommy helped me a bit; got me the right rope so you could just pull it tight and it won’t fall off. See…” she holds the item in question in her hand. “...Mommy made sure it was big enough to fit you. ‘Cause you have big hands and wrists. I picked as many boy colors as I could, but I put some pink and purple in there, too. ‘Cause they’re my favorite colors. Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Tyler feels the trick of tears in his eyes and he lays a hand on the back of her head and presses a kiss to her. “It’s beautiful. Thank you. I’m gonna wear it right now."

Her entire face lights up. “Yeah? Really?”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s just as nice as my other ones. Even nicer, actually. ‘Cause you made it.”

“I put my favorite colors in there for a reason,” she says, as he allows her to slip the bracelet onto his right wrist; using the fingers of one hand and her teeth to pull it tight against his skin. “So that when you look at it, you’ll think of me and I won’t feel so far away.”

“Thank you. It’s perfect. Just like you.”

“Why are you gonna cry?” Millie asks, as she takes his face in her hands. “It makes me sad when you cry.”

“I’m just going to miss you guys, that’s all.” He pulls her into a tight hug, eyes closing to once more hold back the tears. “Why don’t you go and help your brothers with Saju. Keep all three of them out of trouble.”

“Okay,” she says, and brushes the tip of her nose against his. “You thought I forgot about that part, didn’t you.”

He grins. “I was starting to wonder.”

“That’s my favorite part. That’s our special thing. Since I was really little. Like Declan. That’s a long time ago.”

“Sure seems like a long time ago.”

“I love you, daddy. You be safe. Kick the bad guys’ butts.”

“I will. Just for you.”

She gives a brilliant smile and then kisses his cheek before rushing off, hollering after her brothers and the puppy. He winces as he stands; both knee and back stiff and aching. Not a good way to start a mission, that’s for sure. And he scoops Declan up and showers him with kisses and spoils him with hugs and tickles until the toddler is giggling hysterically. He moves on to Addie, taking her from Kyle’s arms and holding her tight to his chest; a hand on the back of her head, eyes closing as he swallows around the knot of emotion lodged in his throat. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, cheek, and temple before handing her back to his brother in law.

“You be careful, hear me?” Kyle says. “Because these kids need you. My sister needs you.”

“I appreciate you going to Mumbai with them. She’ll need someone with her. Especially if…” he shrugs. “...you know.”

“I’ll be there for her. IF it happens. And just in case it does, thank you. For loving her the way you do. For being so good to her. And those kids. You're the best thing that’s ever happened to her; hands down. I hope you know that. And I hope you know that. That you don’t ever question it.”

“I don’t,” he says. “And I never have.”

“Take care of yourself, Tyler. Get shit down. Take no prisoners. Make those fuckers pay.”

“I will,” he promises. “No matter how I have to do it.”

****

The drive to the airport is spent in silence. He had turned down the transportation that Anil had arranged; opting to send the others ahead so he could have those last minutes with his wife. They don’t need to speak; content with the quiet and finding even the smallest shred of comfort in one another’s presence. The things that had needed to be said have long been laid out on the table. Worst fears, lingering regrets and guilt, apologies for any and all perceived wrong doings and harsh, hurtful words said during arguments; things that SHOULD have been said a long time ago. It’s been the struggle a of a lifetime trying to keep his emotions in check; wanting desperately to be what she needs at this moment. The strong, stoic one who always finds a way to keep shit together when it’s falling apart around them.

She knows how he feels; the fierce loyalty and unwavering faithfulness. Since their six month separation three and a half years ago, he’d been working diligently at being the man she needs. The one she deserves. Stepping out of his comfort zone and regularly attending therapy -both alone and as a couple- and legitimately putting his effort into being the kind of husband and father HE wants to be. Hands on. Devoted. Putting his family first and foremost instead of falling back into old habits and indulging in old vices. And the hard work has paid off. He’s become more attentive. Loving. No longer afraid to show emotion or affection or professing his feelings. He’d spent nearly his entire childhood and teenage years being told that all of that is simply unacceptable; it made him weak, pathetic. That he’d somehow grown into ‘less of a man’ and an ‘embarrassment’.

He’d never realized the extent of the damage it had caused. Years in the military and then as a merc had hardened his exterior and saw him bottling things up; pushing people away and shutting them out, convincing himself that his father’s words were true. He WOULD be viewed as a lesser man if he opened up; if formed valuable connections with people and allowed himself to feel. It had helped destroy his first marriage; one of the many nails in the coffin. And it had taken him until he was thirty five to to cross paths with someone even stronger and more determined -and stubborn- than him. Who didn’t view him as weak and damaged and never gave up on him even during even the darkest and most trying of days. Pushing back when he tried to push away. Holding on even tighter when he tried to force her out; believed that he needed to protect her from HIM. Someone so little but so mighty. With so much love and trust and tenacity inside that tiny body.

The last six month have been incredible. A change of pace and scenery doing both of them a world of good. A chance to devote themselves to their marriage and raising a family. And now this. Had it just been a return to the job and starting a business, it would be easy to cope with. They’d once again get used to the instability and unpredictability and he’d find that balance being the job and being a family man. But THIS. Mahajan and his threats and the known that awaits in Mumbai. There’s no way to ever truly prepare yourself for something like that. When the possibility of never seeing your family again is higher than it’s ever been.

Tyler knows she’s been struggling. Mostly in silence. Aware of the times she’s hidden herself away from both him and the kids in order to have an emotional meltdown. She hasn’t just been keeping the enormous effects of the situation away from the little ones, but from him as well. Not wanting to admit the full weight that’s been placed upon her; not wanting him to see the tears or how the stress makes her physically ill because she’s worried about adding more to his already overflowing plate. She’s always been like that; selfless to a fault. And he wants to tell her that. That it’s okay to just let it out instead of letting it eat her alive and cause more damage. Ironic, considering she’s usually one saying things like that to HIM. But he’s at a loss on how to comfort her when his own emotions have been stripped down to their core; raw and painful. It had taken all her had to keep it together in front of the kids. And he doesn’t know if he has any strength left to keep it up.

“Millie gave you the bracelet.” Her eyes never leave the road as she speaks, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles and the tips of her fingers turn white.

“Yeah,” he nods, and glances down at the item in question nestled perfectly against the older, weathered ones on his wrist. Two of them have been around since Dhaka. Esme had painstakingly cleaned dirt, grime, and blood off of each bead and every bit of braided rope after she’d found them in the bag of personal effects the emergency room doctor had given her. And Millie was right; the purple and pink DO remind him of her. And it helps to alleviate some of the heartache.

“She’s all heart that kid,” Esme says. “Especially when it comes to you. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for you. No one she loves the way she loves you. If something DOES happen to you, she’s the one I worry about the most.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me. Maybe some bumps and bruises. A few stitches. I’ve had worse.”

There’s a glimmer of confidence inside of him. Last night after they’d made love -twice- and she’d fallen into a deep and satisfied sleep beside him, everything that had been nagging at him regarding specifics of the job had fallen into place. As if a light had been switched on inside of him; illuminating the troublesome spots and making them easier to see. All the hours of analyzing blue prints and photographs suddenly coming together and his brain assembling the very detailed and efficient pieces of the puzzle. It isn’t the answer to everything -he’ll have to come up with new methods once the first couple of kills are complete- but it’s a start.

“You definitely have,” she agrees. “And if those things are all that happens to you, I’ll take it. Gladly. Because the thought of something worse happening...something Dhaka level…”

“It won't get to that,” Tyler assures her. “Look at all the guys going in. It’s not just me trying to get shit done this time. And we can always get more people if we need them. This is nothing like Dhaka.”

“In some ways it’s worse.”

“In some,” he admits. “In other ways it’s better. Not just me and Saju going up against a fucking army. Once we get shit ironed out, this will go good. Nice and smooth. As simple as checking a name off and going onto the next one.”

“You’re awful confident all of a sudden,” Esme remarks.

“Hopeful is more like it.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “Sometimes hope is the only thing that does get you through shit like this. And I’m not worried about you going after the people in the list. I know you can handle that. I worry about when Mahajan catches on and figures out it’s you. When he makes that bounty even bigger. How are you going to get around Mumbai with every gun pointed at you?”

“There’s always ways. I’ll figure it out when...and if...that happens. Let me worry about all that, okay? No sense you dwelling on it. You got an even bigger job ahead of you. Even more important.”

“I just hope I can do it. Keep it together for them. Because I already feel like I’m falling apart and the job hasn’t even started yet. What if I lose it? What if…?”

“You won’t.” He reaches out and runs a hand over her hair, then settles it at the back of her neck, lightly squeezing. “You’re a good mom. You’re an amazing mom. Everything you do is for those kids. MY kids. You got this. I know you do.”

Her smile widens but the tears shimmering in her eyes increase. “It’s so much harder this time. Saying goodbye to you. It’s never been this hard with any of the other jobs you’ve taken. “

“Well it’s not like any other job, is it. And don’t use the word. We NEVER use that word. Don’t start using it now. Goodbye isn’t an option; we decided on that a long time ago. That we’d never say that.”

“I’m just so worried. About holding it together for the kids, about you, about Ovi. It’s all just too much to deal with. Knowing what you’re out there doing and having to pretend like it’s not happening and like my heart isn’t out there walking around outside of my body. How am I supposed to be happy for them when all I can think about is something about to you? You’re half of those kids. And if we lose you…”

“You won’t. It’s not going to happen. I’ll be careful. You know I will.”

“That’s a lot of money, Tyler. That he has on your head. You KNOW what people will do for that kind of money. Look what we’ve done. Both of us have crossed people. Betrayed them. For money.”

“People who deserved it,” he reminds her. “Not one of them didn’t deserve it.”

“But look at the lengths WE’VE gone to. How far do you think someone who really needs the money will go to get to you? Those are the people I’m most worried about. The truly desperate ones who have nothing to lose. They're the most dangerous and we both know what they’re capable of. I mean, look how far that Farhad kid was willing to go for Amir Asif. How many Farhads are in Mumbai wanting to impress Mahajan?”

“I think you need to let me worry about things like that. I’m not a rookie; I know what I’m doing. Just have me in faith, okay? That’s all I’m asking. That you have faith in me.”

“I do. I always have. Bit that doesn’t I’m not going to worry. And don’t even try and tell me not to. You know I’m incapable of turning that part of me off. You always talk about how protective you are of me. Well I’m just as protective when it comes to you. You don’t think I’d do anything remotely possible to keep you safe.”

“I know you would. And the next time a Care Bear comes at me, I’ll let you have the first shot at it.”

Despite the tears in her eyes and deep furrows in her brow, she still manages a laugh. “You are such an ass sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” he admits, and then grins. “But you love me.”

She smiles. “Only on days that end in Y.”

****

At the airport she parks on the tarmac; Anil having chartered two separate planes, one strictly being used to transport all of the weapons, ammo, gear, and various supplies. Long gone are the days of travelling by crowded Cessna or helicopter; both methods replaced by sleek, high end, fuel efficient jets. She sits behind the wheel with the engine idling, watching as Tyler heads across the tarmac, where Anil waits at the bottom of one of the jet’s stairs. And she tries to ignore how pronounced his limp is and the grimace on his face. Bridging them up will get her nowhere. He’s stubborn to fault and will only get defensive or brush off her concerns. And the last thing she wants is already fragile emotions making a big deal out of nothing and one of them -or both- walking away with hurt feelings or hostility. Because she’d never forgive herself if that happened; if the last words she even spoke to him were out of misplaced anger.

Instead she wages a valiant yet slowly weakening battle against profound worry and a heartache she’s never experienced before. It’s impossible to prepare for. The moment the person you love -more than you ever thought you could ever possibly love- walks away and you have to relegate yourself to the very real possibility that you may never see them again. That one day even your memories of them will fade; the sound of their voice, their smell, the touch of their hand, their face. The act of grieving a person that is still very much alive.

She watches as Anil greets him with a pleasant smile and a handshake. The two engaging in a brief conversation before Anil turns to address the three person flight crew and all five begin heading towards the truck. And she slides out from behind the wheel as they begin unloading the last three crates of supplies and gear and Tyler’s two meager bags; an old army rucksack and a backpack that’s usually reserved for day trips with the kids. He’s always been a light traveller; two or three changes of clothes and hygiene products. Always shrugging his shoulders and saying he’ll buy more things if he really needs to every time she brings it up that he’s not nearly taking enough with him. And he always returns with the same amount of things as when he’d left; nothing new among the old. He lives simply. A hard habit to break when you’ve spent years not really giving a shit about your personal appearance. He’s happy just owning a couple pairs of jeans, old sweats and taking the same three pairs of cargo pants with him on every job. Perfectly content in board shorts and tattered t-shirts he’s owned for god knows how long.

Anil steps to the driver’s side of the truck, greeting her with a warm smile and a kiss to each cheek before clasping one of her hands in both of his. He’s very much like his brother; a gentle soul stuck in the body of a man capable of so much vengeance and rage. She’d see it in Saju’s eyes. There on the Sultana Kamal Bridge. A kindness and compassion underneath all those cuts and bruises and broken bones. He’d been weary; a former soldier turned family man, caught in a nightmare brought on by his own employer. Having to revert back to his ways of old in order to save the ones he loved.

“You look so much like your brother.” Esme gestures towards Anil’s apparel. “All black. It’s what Saju was wearing. That day on the bridge. It really is uncanny; how much you look like him. Almost like seeing a ghost.”

“You were the last one to see him. Alive. You were with him in those final minutes?”

“I was with Ovi. He’d told us to hide. Not to come out until he told us it was safe to. Neither of us were with him. But we saw it; what happened to him. How he died.”

“When it’s a better time, I’d like to speak with you. About Saju. About my brother. About his time on the bridge. What it was like for him.”

“It felt like hours. I was probably thirty minutes, forty five at the most. But it felt like it lasted a lifetime. Like it was never going to end and we were never going to get out of there.”

“We will talk. When things have settled down. There’s things I’d like to ask you. About Saju. His state of mind. Things he may have said.”

“I don’t think we said more than a few words to each other. I don’t know what I could possibly tell you. We didn’t even know one another. I was just some girl he was supposed to kill. That’s it.”

“It would just be nice to hear about his last minutes. How he was. How he seemed. There’s no one else who can tell me these things. I want to hear them. I NEED to hear them.”

Esme nods in understanding.

“Schedule permitting, I will be at the house when you and the children arrive. I would prefer to welcome you myself; give a tour of my home and my property. But I apologize in advance if that can not be. It’s hard to say where the next couple of days will lead us all. Soon we will speak. But for now…” he takes her hand once more. “...I bid farewell. I’ve taken up too much of your time when there’s someone else more deserving of it.”

“Stay safe,” she says. “You have a lot of good people working with you.”

He gives a soft smile of appreciation and then clasps Tyler on the shoulder as he approaches. “Take your time. There’s no rush. The pilot waits for us, not the other way around.”

“Must be nice to have that kind of pull,” Tyler remarks, watching as Anil crosses the tarmac. “That kind of cash. A private jet just to carry weapons and ammo and all that other shit? Talk about having money to burn.”

“This coming from a man who has millions of dollars in the bank, yet only owns three pairs of underwear,” she teases.

“Only need three if you don’t wear any ninety seven percent of the time.”

“Now you’re a math whiz too? You really ARE a study in a contradiction. You got everything?”

He nods. Eyes refusing to meet hers, top teeth dragging across his bottom lip. “You know what to do, right? If something does happen? You take the money and go. Leave and don’t look back. Change your last name. The kids’ too. There can’t be any trace of me; nothing that can lead guys like Mahajan back to you. Just go and don’t look back. Promise me.”

“I promise. Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.” She lays her hands on his hips. “That all we have to do is talk about it. That all this will be over sooner rather than later and you’ll come and get us and we can go home. All of us.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen,” he vows.

“I know you will. I have no doubt in mind that it’ll happen. This isn’t the last time we’re going to see each other.”

He heaves a shaky sigh. “I really fucking hope it isn’t.”

Placing her forehead against his chest, she wraps her arms around his torso, hand rubbing his back. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I know you don’t,” he lays one hand on the back of her head, the other on the small of her back. “I wish there was some other way.”

“This is harder than I thought it would be. We’ve been through a lot of these moments. You think we’d be used to them by now. But this one hurts. Way more than any of those ever did.”

He nods, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll miss your cold feet and your snoring.” She’s grinning as she tilts her head back to look up at him. “And the way you never complain when I steal all the blankets.”

“I MIGHT miss the way you talk in your sleep,” Tyler chides. “But I’ll definitely miss the way you wake me up some mornings.”

“You won’t get THAT kind of wake up call at the hotel.”

He gives a small chuckle. “I’ll come and see you guys as soon as I can. Soon as they tell me it’s safe enough. I’ll even wear the vest. Just for you.”

“You better,” she says, and both his hands move to the sides of her face; calloused palms gently cradling it as he kisses her. Long and soft and sweet. So tender it both takes her breath away and breaks her heart. The tears responding accordingly; hot and stinging as they find her cheeks.

“I love you, Esme. So much. I’ll always love you. Remember that, okay? Just in case.”

“I love you. More than you could ever know. And I’m so proud of you, Tyler. For how far you’ve come since Dhaka. For who you’ve become. No one can take that from you. How hard you had to fight. No one can take that.”

He manages to hold back his own tears, swallowing noisily before drawing her into a hug; as tight as that little body allows him to hold it. Eyes closed and his brow resting against the top of her head, her hands clutching at the back of his shirt. “I gotta go,” he says. “I’ll call you when I get there. So you know I arrived safe and sound.”

“Be safe, okay? And be smart. Think with your head, not your heart.”

“I will.” He kisses her once more, then presses his lips to her forehead. “I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Yeah,” she smiles, reluctantly releasing her hold on him. “You will.”

She watches as he goes. Those broad shoulders slumped, hands shoved in his pockets, barely balancing up when Koen speaks to him as he passes. He won’t look back. He never does. Always saying that that’s when he’s at his weakest; while walking away. And that if he glances even briefly over his shoulder, he’ll change his mind and stay. Even when the best thing to do is leave.

Koen gives a sympathetic smile and lays a hand on her shoulder. “How you holding up?”

“I’m not,” Esme admits, and the tears come in earnest. A tsunami of emotions that comes flowing through her body; wracked by heavy sobs that shake her from head to toe.

“Easy now...easy…” Koen coos, as he draws her into his arms. “...it’s all going to be alright. HE’S going to be alright. You know he is. He’s a tough shit. And stubborn. Stubborn as all hell. No way he’s going to let this Mahajan and those drongos of his get the better of him.”

“All I can think about is what if that’s the last time I ever got to kiss him? That I’m ever going to feel those arms around me? Hear his voice? Smell him? What if…”

“Don’t you do that. Don’t you talk like that. That’s not what you need right now. That’s what HE needs. He needs you to be strong. For yourself, for those rugrats, for him. He’s always going on and on about how strong you are; how it’s one of the things that made him fall so quick for you. Well now you’ve got to live up to that. Prove him right. You’re better than this; stronger than this. Don’t let him down.”

“It’s just hard. To pretend that everything is fine when it feels like everything is going to shit. Promise me you’ll keep an eye on him? Because he puts on a really good front, but what’s going inside is a whole other thing. And don’t tell him I told you to do it. That’ll only piss him off.”

“I know how to handle that shit head. Been putting up with him for quite a while.”

“And keep him away from booze. He needs to be sober to get this done. The last thing he needs is falling back into old habits. Especially with this job.”

“So I think that taking him to the strippers is out of the question?” Koen teases.

“I’m serious,” she sniffles. “He’s big and he’s strong and he’s intimidating as all hell. But he needs someone to watch out for him. To care about him. Make sure he eats. And sleeps. It’s important to me. That you look after him. I trust you with this. With him.”

“I’ve got you,” Koen vows. “I’ve got this. He’s in good hands.”

“And you take care of yourself, too. Be safe. And when it comes to the job itself, listen to what Tyler says. He knows what he’s talking about and he knows what he’s doing. No one is as good as he is at this. No one. He got me and Ovi out of Dhaka. If you want to stay alive in Mumbai, you have to listen to him. You have to trust him.”

“Gonna be weird taking orders from that little piss ant. I remember when I was in charge of him back in the SASR. Now he’s MY boss?”

“If you want to survive, you’ll do whatever Tyler says. No questions asked. I trust him...only him...with my life. Trust him with yours too.”

“I will,” Koen promises, then presses a kiss to her cheek. “Hang in there kiddo. Those littles need their momma.”

“They need their dad too,” Esme reminds him as he walks away. “Is it too much to ask that you bring my husband home alive?”

“Wouldn’t think of bringing him back any other way,” he says, then gives a wink in farewell, footsteps heavy on the tarmac as he heads for the plane.

****

The inside of the jet is both spacious and luxurious; black leather seats and couches, glass and chrome tables, a handful of flat screen televisions mounted on wood panelled walls, and a fully stocked bar. Nathan and Ovi are already taking advantage of Anil’s generosity and hospitality; a bottle of expensive cognac already cracked open, their laughter and boisterous conversation filling the cabin. It’s a far cry from what any of them are used to. Not even Ovi, who’d experienced the comforts of wealth and had spent his time being chauffeured around in sleek town cars driving by armed bodyguards, had ever been in this particular lap of luxury. And while it shouldn’t bother Tyler that they're indulging and in particularly high spirits given the enormity of the situation, it does. They're nauseatingly obnoxious and he wants nothing more than to beat the ever living shit out of them.

It’s just his mood; on edge, irritable, heartbroken. Drowning in the reality that he may never see his family again. That even though he refuses to acknowledge the word ‘goodbye, those hugs and those kisses from his wife and children could very well have been just that. The others don’t have that much to lose; single, no one to worry about outside of themselves. There’s no way they could ever begin to imagine what he’s going through; the profound worry and sadness that comes with having that much to lose. And he doesn’t acknowledge their presence; ignoring their requests for him to join them and the offers of drinks and the murmurs of ‘what the hell is wrong with him?’. He’d expected more from Ovi. But he’s young and impressionable and is affected by his surroundings and easily succumbs to peer pressure. And holds an almost unhealthy idolization of Nathan. Who’s young and single as well and easily attracts the attention of the ladies.

He sinks into a seat near the front of the plane; next to the window with his back towards the others. Bag at his feet and his legs stretched out in front of him; head tilted back and his eyes closed, hands clasped and resting on his stomach. And hears Koen’s arrival on the jet; those heavy, clunky footsteps and his thick accent and loud voice. There’s nothing discreet about the man. Part of his charm, Tyler supposes. A fiercely loyal friend that will rip you to shreds with his teasing one minute, but fight to the death to protect you the next. And he hears a loud smack and then grins when Nathan protests the slap that had been delivered -Tyler guesses- to the back of his head.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Koen growls. “Don’t shit talk the man. Can’t you see he’s going through something? Shut your damn mouth or I’ll shut it for you.”

Within seconds he feels Koen’s presence by his side, then hears a groan as his friend drops into the seat across from him. Only opening his eyes and acknowledging his friend when he feels the press of cool, smooth glass against his knee.

“Something to take the edge off?” Koen inquires, offering the bottle of cognac he’d snagged from the others.

Tyler shakes his head.

“Top shelf. None of that pig piss we’ve been drinking all these years. A couple of swallows won’t hurt ya.”

“Don’t want any,” he says, and closes his eyes once more.

“That was a test, anyway. Just to see how you fucked you might be. Good sign, I reckon. You turning it down.”

“I guess.”

“You gonna stay clean through this?” Koen inquires. “No stupid shit?”

“That’s the plan.”

“I’ll be on your ass to make sure you do. You got too much riding on this to let the booze fuck it all up.”

Tyler scowls. “You don’t think I realize that?”

“I think your heart’s torn to fucking pieces and you might cave and try to find something to take a bit of the sting away.”

He scoffs. “What the fuck do you know?”

“I know you’re not the same bloke you were seven years ago. The one that made the jump off that cliff. I know you’re a guy that loves his wife and his kids with every fibre of his miserable fucking being. Who doesn’t think he deserves the life he has; someone that loves him, kids that adore him. And I also know you’re a guy that would die for them. No hesitation. And you’re thinking that’s likely what it’s going to come down to.”

Tyler smirks. “You’re a fucking shrink now?”

“Nope. Just an old, crotchety fuck that happens to care a whole lot about your sorry ass. And if you think you’re dying on my watch, you have another thing coming. And if you think I’m just going to sit back and watch you do something that’s going to fuck your life up, you’re wrong about that too. Because one screw up and I will beat your tail into the next century, drag you back to this one, and beat your tail all over again. Hear me?”

A grin plays at the corners of Tyler’s mouth. “Sweet talker.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type. Besides, I try anything, your little missus will kick my ass. And I bet she packs a bigger punch than you do. You don’t scare me. She does. Always the small ones. They’re sketchy. Cagey. No wonder you tow the line. Probably knock your ass into the middle of next week if you step out of place.”

“Probably.”

Koen takes a swallow of cognac. “You gonna be alright?”

Tyler nods.

“Because it’s okay if you’re not. You don’t gotta hold it together, you know. Anyone would understand if you fell apart just a bit.”

“I’m fine.”

“There’s no shame in it. There’s…”

“I said I’m fine,” Tyler irritably interjects. “Enough.”

“You know as well as I do that you’re not.”

He sighs.

“But I ain’t gonna push ya. Nothing good ever comes of that. But I’m here for you. Just sayin’.”

“I appreciate that. But I’m fine. Drop it.”

“But I do draw the line at hand jobs or blow jobs.” Koen says. “Just so you know. I don’t care how big your muscles are or how pretty your eyes are.”

Tyler snickers. “You’d be the last I’d ask, so…”

“Now THAT’S hurtful. Always thought maybe you had a crush on me.”

“You’re delusional.”

“So does that mean you DON’T want me sneaking in your room tonight and spoonin’ with ya?”

Tyler laughs. “Fuck off.”

Koen chuckles, then leans over in his seat to tussle Tyler’s hair. “You’re gonna be alright, mate.”

Tyler nods, then sighs heavily and leans his head back against his seat once more.

They don’t speak for the rest of the flight.

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