#i planned on putting off the love thing for a few chapters but i desperately needed comfort

[lotrefcp]

What Lies Inside - Chapter 1

pairing/AU: AU Frankie Morales x female!reader

summary: Frankie Morales meets a woman with whom he falls desperately in love but destiny had other plans for him. With the help of his old friends (William, Santiago), and a few new ones, he tries to accept that sometimes things just don't go our way. A lot of characters created by me and the female!reader won't appear for a little while.

warnings: Prostitution, Murder, Trauma, Rape, Smut, Angst, Fluff, everything in one long fic. Mature Content/18+

word count: 1888

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Blackness surrounds everyone and no star lights up the night.

Chapter 1

This is a city like all others, with people like all others, with joys like all and with sadness like all others.

A long, dirty road cuts through the town in half, on a journey through the rot and perversion of society that takes us to the lowest point of human dignity. At the end of this street, a corner is illuminated by the sickly light of a lamp, which gives those passing by a better view of the women who, one by one, stand there, like a shop window of lives and bodies, of pride and dignities...

The corner is empty right now. Someone is already satisfying their needs with another body that is sold to them. The body. Just it. Her mind and soul are somewhere else, in a colorful place she dreamed of as a child. The body. This is how her buyer treats her. Like something inanimate and without feelings, an object made just to satisfy him, from which he can take everything he needs for his pure pleasure. The damp and dirty room completes a picture of personal horror. This is filled with the smell of the man who appropriates that dreamless woman, of the sweat that runs through the disgusting and thirsty body of another at any price or in any condition. The moans he releases each time he penetrates her deeper no longer have any effect on the owner of the used body. But, at one time, it did. At the beginning of this winding path, these sounds made her want to vomit, cry, scream and run away towards a shower in a frustrated attempt to get the image of the other person out of her mind. How many times did she end up in her room, crying, while the person she was there with was buttoning his pants and babbling about real atrocities.

“Why are you crying? You don't think this life is for you, do you? But forget that. You're a good fuck, other than that you’re worthless. You should do what you are good at. And at this you are the best.”

After many similar situations, she began to believe that this was the truth and that there was nothing for her beyond those four filthy walls, the back seat of the car, a darker alley and the corner at the end of the street that already had become part of her life. It was there that she spent her nights, like an unconscious doll, which turns on or off through the lights of the cars that stop there in search of pleasure and satisfaction. For every “How much is the fuck?”, another piece of her pride is ripped away and falls to the ground. And after each response, a body stripped of any protection enters the car, placing itself in the hands of its driver.

The man is already pulling up his boxers and his pants, while she is sitting on the bed, pulling up her thong and lowering her skirt. They don't talk to each other. He goes into his pants pocket, takes a bill and throws it at her and leaves the room with a smile on his face. She picks up the bill that fell on the floor, rolls it up and puts it in her purse. She gets up and leaves that room once again, heading towards the corner.

A light breeze rises and she tries to protect herself from the cold with her arms.

In the distance we see someone, long, elegant hair, a small coat, a mini-skirt and worn-out black boots. How many times have those boots traveled this same path, on nights like this. Every now and then a car passes by her, making hooters and whistles that no longer provoke any reaction from her, she no longer even hears them. All she has in her mind is the corner that waits for her, the solitary expectation, the next client who will take her body and finally, the return home, not before passing by her pimp's address to deliver the result of another night of humiliation and pain.

It’s already another night and she has already arrived at her workplace, where hopes and dreams die every day. She arrives and leans against the lamp that illuminates her and highlights her to the potential customers who spend the entire night there. Now, she can rest for a few moments and travel to other places, where she can be 25-year-old Sandra again, without worries and doubts.

When she was 17, her mother died and her father abandoned her to follow some woman who didn't want a man with a problem, as she called his children. Alone, she found Ricardo who promised her help. This help did not arrive, but he soon began the nightly routine of selling her for a few pennies. Ricardo thus became her pimp who sucked everything she got from her demonstrations of obedience towards her buyer.

Still leaning against the lamp, Sandra goes to her bag, taking out a pack of tobacco. She very slowly takes out a cigarette that she puts in her mouth and, after finding it in the mess of her purse, lights it with the lighter. The smoke moves in mysterious ways in the darkness of the place. Its calm and serene dance contrasts with Sandra's state of mind, who can't wait to leave that place and be able to curl up in her bed, imagining that she is being held by strong, affectionate arms, kissed by a soft and gentle mouth, desired and loved by a complete and passionate man.

Another car stops in front of her. The usual question and the usual answer. She gets in the car and hands over her body again.

At the end of another moment of abstraction and abandonment, Sandra is left on her corner, at the end of the road that cuts the city in half, and finally leaves, heading to her home.

After a night of rest, as much as possible, Sandra left the house towards the supermarket where she was going to do some shopping and then to a nearby cafe. Upon entering, she greeted everyone and the owner of the cafe with great kindness. She was already known and loved by everyone.

She sat at the counter.

“So Pedro, how are you?”, she asked.

“Like always. And you? I haven't seen you around here for a while.”, he answers.

“Everything is as usual with me. Complicated.”

“Well, you should uncomplicate that.”

“Easier said than done.”, she said with a sadness in her forced smile.

“It's going to be the usual, right?”, Pedro asked, not wanting to push anything Sandra might feel unconfortable with.

“Of course.”

“It’ll be here in a few seconds.”

“Thank you.”, she replied ending the conversation.

There, as in all the places Sandra frequented, nobody knew what her profession was. They knew it was a “complicated” situation and nothing more. But it didn't matter. Everyone adored her.

“Here it is.”, Pedro said arriving in front of her. “A coffee and a croissant.”

“Thank you. I really needed a strong black coffee today.”

Sandra remained there, sitting at the counter, tasting the croissant and enjoying the aroma that emanated from the cup in front of her. Meanwhile, a man entered and sat at the counter, next to her. He greeted everyone there and made his order.

After a few minutes Sandra calls Pedro to pay her bill. When she goes to her wallet to pay, she notices that she has no change. The man next to her notices and offers to pay for her.

“I’ll pay for you, ma’am”, the stranger said with a smile. “How much is it?”

“It’s not necessary. Thanks.”, Sandra replied embarrassed.

“I insist.”

And after speaking, he hands the money to Pedro.

“Thank you. But it really wasn't necessary.”

“It’s always a pleasure to help a lady in trouble.”

Sandra looked at him sideways and, thanking him once again, got up to leave. She picked up her bags and headed for the door, stopping at the sound of the same man's voice.

“Sorry. Don't you want help with those bags?”

“What?”

“I asked if you needed help. They seem to be a little heavy.”

“No. Thank you very much. Good morning.”

And with that, she turned her back and left.

Who does he think he is? Did he recognize me? I really hope not. He didn't look like one of those who go after my services.

She had that man on her mind all day. She didn't know why he did that, but the truth was that it was rare for someone to be nice to her without ulterior motives and besides that, he was very good-looking. His face lingered in her mind.

At night she got ready and, leaving the house, she dragged herself once again to the place that tormented her thoughts during the day. One car would stop, followed by another and another, until the end of the night and the long-awaited return home.

Once again she passed by Ricardo's house.

“So, my beautiful Sandra. Was the night fun?”, he asked with a disgusting smile on his face.

“Don’t even start. Take your money. I just want to go home.”

“And why don’t you spend the night here with me? My bed is so big. We could use it. I know. Why don’t you teach me some of the new tricks you've picked up lately? With your mileage there must be a lot.”

Upon hearing this, Sandra couldn't stand it and, on impulse, raised her hand towards Ricardo's face. He managed to grab her and instantly pushed her against the wall behind her.

“Don’t you ever do that again.”, he said in a controlled scream. “Do you hear me? Don't you dare even think about repeating this little audacity of yours. Next time the outcome may be very different. Listen to me.”

And as he said this he let go of her arm.

“Now go away. I’ve already lost the will to fuck you. Out. Now.”

And with tears filling her eyes, Sandra left that house once again, wishing she would never have to go back there but with the certainty that she would be there again the next day.

The night passed slowly and in constant fear. With every little noise, Sandra thought that Ricardo had gone back on his decision and that he would make her pay for her act that same night. For him, abuse of this kind was repaid violently, without mercy or sorrow.

A few years ago, one of his regular clients came to speak to him, complaining about the services of one of the several women he forced into prostitution. This was enough for him to unload all the accumulated stress on the poor thing. She left the hospital two weeks later.

The next day the worries of the previous night were visible on her face. She returned to the cafe again, sitting at an empty table. Some time later a man at the counter got up and went to her.

“May I?”, the man asked.

She was reticent but the kindness with which she spoke to her and her heart made her respond affirmatively.

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[adonis-koo]

wicked • 17

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 8k

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Note: it’s actually difficult to believe it’s been eight months since I’ve updated, went through two jobs, a friend group and a boyfriend who gaslit the absolute fuck out of me and made me experience female hysteria 😍 I wrote this chapter the night he broke up with me so it just has that nice little extra touch of ✨ intensity ✨ enjoy lovies and I will be back hopefully sooner then last time with another update

It felt wrong, packing a small case of clothes while so many things at the castle had yet to play out, and Wheein’s life was hanging in the balance of it.

You had no intentions to trudge your way to the barracks but here you were; early morning where all of the guards were training and the person you were looking for was watching them, hands on his hips as he called out to one of them to tighten their guard.

You hadn’t planned on talking to him today, but leaving without so much as saying a word felt wrong, and perhaps after everything that had happened you were searching for sober reassurance.

“Jungkook.”

Everybody froze at the sound of your voice, you ignored all the eyes on you, after having lived in Penumbra for almost a year, you had somewhere along the way gotten used to all of the eyes that constantly followed you.

The guards exchanged awkward glances with one another, Jungkook looked surprised by your appearance, eyes glancing over you as if you were a hallucination, but after a moment it was evident you weren’t going to disappear upon blinking.

He glanced between you and the guards before he waved them off, “Keep going.”

You couldn’t stand the hopeful look in his eyes, almost a bit bashful as you walked in line with him further away from the barracks, “How can you expect me to leave the castle when Wheein is in a dungeon? And furthermore sending your aunt to try and reconcile with me?”

Jungkook frowned, “Well I doubted you wanted to see me after my drunk display- which truth be told I hardly remember anything I said, and It’s probably for the best that I don’t, Y/n…” He sighed as he stopped, “It was only a suggestion, it crossed my mind about the estate because truthfully I think you would like it there, and it would be safe,” His hands tenderly grabbed your shoulders as your lips curled in anger but you said nothing, “And I think it would be good for you to put all of this out of your head for a few days. I’ll continue to handle things here and if things change with Wheein trust that I’ll be able to take care of it.”

Your expression didn’t change as Jungkook frowned, “I would also like to remind you that she’s been one of my closest friends since I was a child. You’re not the only one who cares for her.”

You begrudgingly looked away from him but your expression softened, a stab of guilt surging through your stomach at the realization that he was very much right, “I know, I’m sorry I just-”

“Don’t be,” Jungkook replied, “You have a mean bite but I can appreciate your loyalty. I can’t undo the past but I want to make things right. I…” Jungkook paused, looking hesitant his eyes darting away from you and then back to you once more.

You offered no words forcing him to sigh, as if it was difficult for him to admit, “I want to be with you Y/n, not as two people amicable due to marriage or friends on uneasy terms…” He bit down on his cheek, unable to hold your steely gaze as his hand hesitantly reached out, tenderly stroking along your jawline, “I want more than that with you, I want all of the fire and all of the rage, I want the pain, the hardships. I want you, all of you, every flaw that makes you, you.”

You hadn’t even realized your eyes had blurred until his thumbs were tenderly pushing your tears away, “Is this a declaration?”

“It’s a promise.” Jungkook’s eyes held such a softness in them filled with something you still felt uncertain to assume, “You told me that you wanted to bear the deepest parts of yourself to me, all of your insecurities, the parts you don’t like about yourself, the parts you may even hate, so I am standing here to tell you to show me, show me all of it, and I will still take you as you are.”

He was saying many overwhelming words to you, but you knew he was dancing around the most important word, you could see it in his eyes, how it lingered on the tip of his tongue.

But something was stopping him from truly confessing it.

Perhaps even after all of these months, it was still too soon.

Evidently so given your circumstances.

“I don’t want you away from me,” Jungkook admitted, a frown slowly forming on his lips, “But if that’s what it takes, I would wait a lifetime if it meant your forgiveness, if it meant a second chance to be with you.”

“Is that why you’re willing to send me away?” You sniffled, “Otherwise you’ll continue to drink and wake me up in the middle of the night?”

“It wasn’t my finest moment,” Jungkook gave a weak smile, “But you can’t deny it got my point across didn’t it?”

Just his smile made something in you crumble, a vast desire to embrace him here and to forgive him, surely you could put this all behind you…?

But a bigger part of you didn’t want to rush this, you didn’t want to be complacent anymore, that was how you got into this situation, how you immediately jumped to Claudin’s offer rather than confide in the person you were married to.

It was such a raw feeling, you could feel it licking at your very soul, trying to tame your desire to throw all caution to the wind once more.

And for a brief moment you could feel Jungkook have the same reaction as you, as if it took every fiber in his being to not beg you to stay, you don’t know if you could stand your ground against him again if he came on as strong as he had last night.

“Just for a few days.” You whispered out as he frowned, giving you an understanding nod.

“You’ll love it there.” His hands finally let go of you, somewhat reluctantly.

And then it was silent for a long moment, tension still lingering in the air and both of you clearly hesitant.

“Then…I’ll see you in a few days.” You mumbled and Jungkook nodded once more. It felt like the ground was trying to engulf your feet as you turned around, feeling oddly empty at your goodbye, waiting for something that wouldn’t come.

What was it you had hoped for? A hug…?

Maybe a kiss…?

But then again, it felt as though you were no longer deserving of those things, Jungkook may have done things to hurt you but you had also done things to hurt him, how could you both love one another if you couldn’t trust one another first?

You wished Jungkook had reached out for you, to at least give you some form of affection before leaving, but he also knew this was true, and let you leave with no grief.

It left you feeling empty inside, but this was for the best.

You journeyed over horseback for the day, trying to leave your fretting heart behind as you nervously glanced back at the far away sight of the castle, what if something developed with Wheein?

You felt as though you were betraying her just by leaving, more than anything you were desperate to get her back, perhaps that was why Jungkook was sending you away, as if he sensed your desperation would only heighten the longer this went on.

Dare you say, he feared the worst might happen if you stayed.

Your grip tightened on your reigns, once more trying to put it out of your mind, taking a deep breath you took in the heady scent of the pine tree’s the surrounded you, the Estate was much closer to the mountains then you had anticipated, by midday you had journeyed far enough that snow had already reached the ground.

“Are you nervous?” Yoongi had slowed his horse down to ride next to you, his eyes however still scoured ahead for possible danger.

“What do you mean?” You frowned as you glanced at his back, hearing a branch snap as your eyes darted towards the left of him.

Your faithful companion Fenrir having accidentally broke the branch he had been carrying in his mouth the past hour he had grown fond of, a whine leaving him in disappointment as he picked up the bigger side.

“Journeying away from the castle during these trying times…” Yoongi glanced back at you, a frown of his own, “It can’t be easy leaving with everything that’s happened.”

You didn’t reply for a long moment, Yoongi slowed down to ride beside you as he curiously took in your expression.

It was silent for a long moment before you finally relented, “It is difficult, but…After a long night, I figured this was probably best. It seems like my involvement in things only tends to make them worse. And truthfully there's no telling what lengths I’d go to at this point to get Wheein back.”

“Oh?” Yoongi looked curiosity once more, “I didn’t realize you had such a taste for danger.”

His joke made a smile finally tug on your lips, “Neither did I before coming to Penumbra. It seems this kingdom has a way of bringing out the primitive nature in me. But then again, it seems people have always looked down on me when I think of it.”

“On you?” Yoongi scoffed in amusement, “Dryad Matron of Eunoia? It’s difficult to believe, you’re like a pillar of light to the commonwealth of Penumbra, it used to drive the Prince nuts during your engagement.”

“It did…?” You peered somewhat hesitantly at him.

This made Yoongi grin, “Oh yes, when news of your engagement first broke out it had the people ecstatic, it had him gagging every second he heard good things of you.”

“This is hardly making me feel better…” You winced, though a small part of you was amused to hear this, though you wish you could say the same.

It always seemed to you that people in Penumbra didn’t fully grasp just how much people feared them on the outside world, instead poking fun at the titles they had earned as if it was a little joke.

The whole two years of your engagement are two years you’d rather die then live through again, the anxiety that kept you up at night, the endless amounts of tears you cried, the emptiness it left inside you how no one even tried to comfort you.

Looking back you understood, nobody wanted to feed you lies to comfort you, but at the time, you didn’t understand, it felt cruel.

“Not everyone feels that way about me, evidently from what I saw in the Underside.” You replied, somewhat reminiscing on the horrendous memory of the mock version of you.

“You shouldn’t pay that any mind,” Yoongi scoffed, “The humor is juvenile there, everything it stands for is juvenile, even it’s name; the Underside was a joke, a mockery meant for every royal that has to say it’s name with seriousness, point being- they don’t respect anyone who won’t give them money.”

You only shook your head, “It’s not just that though, there has always been a small part of people and court alike who haven’t liked me, even long before I was engaged to Jungkook. I was known for having a temper,” It made you smile wryly, “-The Bitch of Eunoia, that’s what they ran around calling me behind my back. It was horrendous in Kimhae.”

“Was it now?” Yoongi looked amused by this, “That in some ways does, and doesn’t surprise me.”

“The court ladies in Eunoia often liked to call me that as well. But it was very pronounced by Kimhae court men. When I was younger, I used to wear traditional Eunoian attire when i’d visit. Apparently shoulders and knee’s used to drive them crazy. I had one of the aristocrats boldly ask me if I was an exotic woman of the night, willing to pay for me.”

Yoongi’s jaw had dropped making you laugh as he gestured you on, “What did you say?”

“Something along the lines of calling him a perverted old man whom ought to have his loins cut off for making such a comment to a women- let alone a Princess.” The memory made you smile as you shook your head, “The Bitch of Eunoia…why is it men are allowed to be angry Yoongi? Why is it women are shamed so?”

Yoongi let out a hum, “This is indeed a good question, but perhap it’s because they know a woman's scorn could even bring heaven out of the sky. I’m not all too surprised about Kimhae- but you said Eunoians called you this as well?”

Your smile became saddened, “By many court ladies yes,” You scratched your cheek in thought, “I was always lonely as a child…the war took a toll on me, I was temperamental and childish. But the court ladies as children, also liked to mock me and egg me on. As we grew older they grew closer and I still stayed a distance away. They’d find any reason to pick me apart or give me more work to do. They were practically leaping for joy when the news broke that I was engaged.”

“Why do you think that was though?” Yoongi asked, “That they didn’t like you?”

You shrugged, you had never really thought about it much, rather you preferred to keep the past where it was rather then dwell on it, “I suppose it had a lot to do with the fact that while we were all training to be healers I excelled more at it, it came naturally to me and they ended up putting me in the tents before the others. They all assumed it was from favoritism…Maybe it was,” You pondered on this briefly, “I just remember thinking it wasn’t fair.”

“Fair?”

You didn’t elaborate on the word for a long moment, feeling something akin to guilt bubble in your stomach.

You glanced off into the distance where the mountains towered high, it made you feel so tiny in comparison to its greatness, and briefly you felt awe.

You always admired nature, how vast it was compared to you and all your humanly troubles, you turned to it and it’s kin when you needed comfort and in these moments you could turn to it when you were also troubled with words.

It was difficult to adequately explain to people the rage you had felt since you were a child, anger had always been in your bones, from the moment you were born. Your mother used to tell you, that when she gave birth, you had come out of her womb with a roaring cry.

You craved to be vulnerable, to be soft and tender, to be all the things you were not, and you were many things, just not those.

Many people people heard you, they just never listened, didn’t understand.

“I had a lot of resentment as a child, to everything, the war, my parents, our country. I didn’t want to be a healer, I didn’t want to have to watch people in my care die, I didn’t want to attend the burnings or hear the whales of agony and pain, the cries of mourning, the people who blamed me for not being able to save their loved ones.”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel haunted by those memories, watching the lifeforce leave someone's body as you tried to stop the bleeding, the maimed limbs and mangled bodies that were beyond your skill or help.

“I didn’t want to be made to go past our lesson times to keep studying, or made to go back in to practice when all the other girls were allowed to play. Or put in a tent over night while they all slept. It wasn’t fair.”You mumbled, perhaps still a lingering tone of resentment.

The past was the past, it couldn’t be changed, you had come to terms with this, but if you stopped and really thought about it, old feelings old eventually begin to resurface, it was why you tried so desperately to just forget about it.

At one time you blamed Penumbra, you hated it’s people for what they did, what they caused.

But then you married Jungkook and you journeyed here yourself, and saw with your own eyes, that these people, were simply people, who were also victims of their own royalty.

You felt the soft grip of a hand on your shoulder, “I am sorry, for what it’s worth,” Yoongi held a face of sympathy, “We all felt the same, or…I suppose a mutual feeling on the opposite side of things. Children being forced to enlist into a war we didn’t want to wage with little choice…”

You gently grabbed his hand giving it a small squeeze, a weak smile on your face, “It wasn’t fair for any of us. We’re all a bi-product of our parents' sins. It’s up to us now to break that cycle.”

You had arrived to the estate by nightfall and it was shrouded in tall pine and fir trees, the aroma had you closing your eyes for a moment to savor it, just as Jungkook said, it truly was beautiful.

Snow covered the ground in a few inches, and a chill was left in your bones, but you settled in rather nicely, Yoongi had managed to get a fire going rather quickly and it was quiet in the solitude of the estate.

For once, it was nice to be able to breathe without being watched.

The first two days had went by surprisingly quick, but you had found a natural rhythm in nature, you went on long peaceful walks, kept yourself wrapped in a blanket while sitting on the terrace taking in the crisp cool air.

You had even spent the evening watching the snowfall outside, enchanted at how it came in big fluttering puffy balls, you had heard of snow before, but you had never actually seen it fall from the sky, like a thousand little gifts from the heavens.

It was dull and gray out today, the same as it had been for the last week now, at the estate was unsurprisingly no different.

Today however you had Yoongi set up some haybales in the pit area where guards would typically be trained, it was run down now, old boxes used as storage had been broken down and were hazardously strewn everywhere, long nine inch rusty nails sticking out of wooden pieces at razor sharp jagged angles.

But with Yoongi’s help you both had piled it up safely away and got a decent bit of space ready for training.

“Too stiff-”

“Ah!”

It was a second too late, you had already released the string, sending the arrow flying, it had veered off target as the string slapped your forearm with a sharp snap causing you to drop it.

Fenrir suddenly popped up from the ground where he had been laid out the last half hour, head cocked in concern at the noise that escaped you.

“How many times do I have to tell you,” Yoongi groaned, “You can’t hold it with a stiff arm! Look at this!” He got up from his spot as he held up your arm by the wrist, “It looks like somebody gave you a lashing! Jungkook will have my head if it isn’t heal by tomorrow.”

Your lips twisted into a sulky pout, “I am trying!”

“Not hard enough that’s the fifth time within the hour,” Yoongi whistled out as he let you go, Fenrir walking up to you as he sniffed your hand, giving it a lick before nudging it.

You rubbed your forearm, that was undeniably sore and throbbing with pain before placing your hand on Fenrir’s head to give it a nice long rub.

He had grown remarkably big in the last month, almost as big as you now, just a five or six inches shorter, it made you give a sad frown, at how big he was and soon he’d become a monstrous size…

You’d simply have to build a bigger stable you supposed.

“Aim comes naturally but holding a weapon does not,” You sighed as you placed both your hands on Fenrir’s head, now giving him generous rubs and pats that had him giving a toothy puppy grin that made you smile, “I’ve practiced here and there with a bow but with everything going on, I just haven’t made it a priority.”

Yoongi sighed, “Natural ability will only get you so far, discipline if a far greater advantage Princess, thankfully we can start working on this daily, I think it’d be good for you to have a hobby.”

“I have hobbies.” You frowned as crossed your arms.

“Such as…?” Yoongi gestured.

“Well…” You could think of several as a matter of fact, but you had given them all up once you had moved to Penumbra, the thought made you frown in realization, you had been so caught up in all the highs and lows of your new life that it was true.

You had hobbies, you just never participated in any of them.

“I suppose it would do me some good to work on it,” You sighed as you relented, “I still feel a tad guilty though, shouldn’t I be honing my skill in swordsmanship? Jungkook once told me that it’s expected the Crowned Prince and Princess are supposed to be the best at it.”

“Well…” Yoongi stretched the word, “This is true but, I don’t think somebody is going to fault you for not being the best at it. I’d like to think it’s an expectation from those born in Penumbra, not those who marry in. Not only this but if you are inclined to another form of weaponry, then it’s as simple as that.

“As long as you have some form of sword training then it’ll do,” Yoongi shrugged, “What matters is personal protection, some training is better then none, but having a form of training you’re good at is even better.”

“You Penumbrian’s certainly like taking precautions.” You sighed wistfully as you picked up your bow once more.

“The more the better,” Yoongi said, “Guards are great, but what happens when you’re caught without any? Learning to defend yourself is vital.”

You glanced down at your bow, “I understand but…”

“But?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, I suppose a part of me just feels odd,” You replied, “I grew up being taught to save lives, not take them,” You rubbed your neck in uncertainty, “When I took the Dryad’s oath, it was a promise to myself and my ancestors that I would abstain from our carnal nature. That I would never take a life nor would I consume its flesh. Animal or human. Even though the chances of me having to defend myself in such a way are so low, it’s odd to train for it, after taking that oath and living by it my whole life.”

Yoongi let out a small smile, “Then don’t view it as such.”

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head.

“Sword play is considered an art form in Penumbra, you can view a bow in the same light. It’s quite a beautiful thing really, it’s not just aiming and shooting, it’s how you hold it, the type of arrow you use, the weight of your feet. A lot goes into it.”

You thought on this for a while before nodding, “I suppose you are right.”

“Min Yoongi! I’m looking for a Min Yoongi?”

A voice called out that had you both glancing around the courtyard before seeing the courier at the gates glancing around before meeting his gaze.

“Yes?” Yoongi called out, walking up to meet him.

“I have a letter for you sire! It was urgent from the court” The courier dug through his bag before handing it to him, giving a short bow to you and then departing.

You glanced at it anxiously as you exchanged a look with Yoongi, was this about Wheein?

Yoongi opened the letter, reading it before he sighed,

“What, what is it?” You asked, anxiety in your voice.

“It’s not about Wheein,” You let out a breath in relief as Yoongi continued, “But it is a request for help.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

Yoongi sighed, “There’s a watchtower just east of here, about an hour away give or take on horseback, apparently they’ve been dealing with a gang of bandits up there. Supposedly they’re going to siege the tower.”

“They can do that?” You asked in surprise.

Yoongi shrugged, “I suppose so, I don’t know what they think I can do about it.”

“Well you said you were an assassin before you became a knight? So surely that counts for something.” You said, setting down your bow on a lonely bale of hay.

Yoongi sighed as he folded the letter back up, “Even so, I won’t just leave you here by yourself.”

You frowned, “It’s only us here, and it’s secluded so I won’t be in any real danger, and you said it was only an hour away. I doubt you’d take long in taking them down.”

“Are you just trying to get rid of me?” Yoongi asked in mild amusement.

“I would never!” You said, “But I’d hate to see something unfortunate happen that could be prevented, you’re far closer then someone is to the castle. It would make the most sense for you to go.”

Yoongi sighed, “Even if I’m over cautious, it doesn’t sit right leaving you here all by yourself.”

“I wouldn’t be alone!” You replied, grinning as you gave Fenrir a solid pat, “Fenrir will defend me! Jungkook and I have been working on commands. Sit!”

Fenrir immediately complied.

“Very fierce.” Yoongi said dryly.

You held up a finger, grabbing a piece of wooden box that was free of any nails off the ground, “Fenrir,” He perked up at his name, “Attack!” You threw it causing his gaze to follow it with a loud snarling howl, his jaws crunching the board in half immediately grabbing the smaller end.

Running back to you before dropping down on his front paws, tail wagging as he tried to get you to chase him.

Yoongi looked a bit more startled at the thick board of wood that had been crushed as he nodded, “Okay, a little more fierce than before…” Yoongi thought about it for a long moment, “I suppose if I left now I would make it back by supper….Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You gave him a small smile, “It’s only a few hours, I think I’ll be able to manage.”

Yoongi still seemed hesitant but he nodded, “I’ll go gather a few things then and be off. The sooner I leave the sooner I’ll be back.”

“It’s one night,” You smiled, “And then we’ll be back at the castle tomorrow.”

You had waved Yoongi off before you continued on with your day.

Spending another few hours training with your bow you had eventually given up once the string of your bow hit a particularly sensitive spot on your forearm.

The rest of your day had been spent taking walks along the trail’s with Fenrir before eventually settling inside, roaming the halls and exploring empty rooms.

And eventually the afternoon came.

But slowly the sun began to set and a vague feeling of dread followed along with it.

Yoongi…would’ve been back by now, right?

Or perhaps it took him longer to clear out the bandits.

You nodded at this as you stayed curled up in your large chair, Fenrir curled up beneath your feet as he let out a sigh, as if sensing your discomfort and unsatisfied with it.

Continuing to read, time went on and soon the sun had set.

You had managed to get a fire going on your own and had lit the candles in the hall, making the estate feel less consuming then it had before but it didn’t quell your anxiousness as the hour went on later.

Yoongi would certainly be back by now…

You were certain you’d manage the commute back to the castle if you had too but…You wouldn’t feel right just leaving without him, but you also had no way of sending a message to the castle for help without going back yourself.

You felt at a loss for what to do, as you roamed the main hall, pausing at the sound of the gate opening. Opening the doorway you hurried out to the courtyard.

“Yoongi, I’ve been waiting all day, you worried me sick!” You stopped short at the sight ahead of you.

“Not who you were expecting?”

Di Jin’s smug smile was the last thing you saw before the sudden blow to your head caused your vision to go dark.

“You look lost.” Jimin commented as he plopped in a seat right next to his dearest friend, both sat out for breakfast on the terrace.

“Was it a good idea sending her to the Estate?” Jungkook stared down in hard contemplation, his food untouched, “If something happens I won’t be able too…!”

He inhaled sharply as he forced himself to lean back in his chair, but despite the motion his body refused to relax.

You had left two days ago and he felt a void ever since.

Jungkook didn’t realize how much your presence had filled every inch of the castle until you had left, and now, he felt utterly useless, it was one thing for you to be mad at him, it was another for you to be gone.

Jimin looked amused but felt bad for him nonetheless, “Nothing is going to happen to her, the estate is nice and tucked away, the entire court has forgotten about it anyways, it hasn’t been used in years. You did a good thing.”

“Did I?” Jungkook finally slumped.

He had been constantly replaying his last memory of you, the conversation you both had before you left, the memory of you looking up at him for a long moment as if silently yearning for some form of affection.

It left Jungkook’s hands twitching and an unfamiliar ache in his chest, he couldn’t even describe how it felt. And he was honest when he spoke with you the night before, true he didn’t remember much, but what he did remember was straight from his heart, he thought he knew many things.

But after meeting you he found out quickly that he knew nothing at all.

Tomorrow, surely you’d be back tomorrow. You hadn’t given him an exact timeframe, but surely when you said a few days, you had meant no more then three?

“What if I-”

“No.” Jimin cut him off, “The whole point of her going was to get out of the castle and by default away from you. Not only that but what if something happened to Wheein while you were gone?”

Jungkook sunk back in his chair, that was right…He had promised you he would take care of anything that might possibly happen.

He wouldn’t let you down.

“Have you found any evidence yet?” Jungkook lowered his voice, his gaze lingering on the far side of the table where Claudin had been dining with a group of court ladies.

Jimin frowned, “Yes but the problem is getting it open,” He huffed, “I was able to slip into his room last night, it was empty but he has a lock box beneath a hollowed broken floorboard piece, seems he was in a hurry when he left, otherwise it wouldn’t have been left afar.

“Regardless I haven’t been able to crack the lock. Whatever is in there, it has a master’s lock on it. I’ll need at least another dozen picks before I even come close to cracking it.”

Jungkook sighed as he shook his head in disdain, “Of course when we need Yoongi he’s gone.”

Their elder would be able to open it within the hour if he was here.

Jimin frowned as well, “I’ll try again this afternoon.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, “That’s early for you.”

“We’re running out of time Jungkook,” Jimin sighed, sinking back into his chair as well, eyeing Claudin with a certain wryness, “I keep hearing stirrings from the guards about how they’ve narrowed their search, but they’re hellbent on saying it was Wheein.”

“Sire,”

They both paused at the sight of Taehyun, a frown on his face as he glanced between them both, an anxious look as he bowed slightly, “It’s the council…they’ve summoned you. It doesn’t sound good, you should come as well Jimin.”

Jungkook glanced at his friend but said nothing as he stood up, not liking this one bit.

The walk to the throne room was swift and Jungkook wasted no time in arriving, the other council members had just arrived as well.

Clearly he wasn’t the only one uncertain of what was going on, other members had started hushing whispers to one another, all glancing in Jungkook’s direction occasionally as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he glanced at the empty throne the seats on its left occupied by his aunt and uncle whispering to one another.

They both glanced at him once before quickly looking away.

The tension felt suffocating and the longer it lasted the more anxious Jungkook felt, seconds turned into minutes and the whispers began to get louder.

And all within a moment, the doors open and a sweepingly silence took over the room save for the sound of boots against the ground. Dae Seong walked with confience in every step before standing before everyone on the throne.

“It is with confidence I have come to announce something of the utmost importance,” His voice boomed, “The attempted assassination on our Crowned Princess, was indeed committed by her maid Jung Wheein, we have reason enough to believe it was her as all the evidence points as such. Her form of punishment will be burning at the stake, tonight at the height of the moon. I ask you all join me on this divine distribution of punishment,”

Groaning softly your vision was blurry at first, and the first person to appear in your vision was not who you expected.

“Not so quick witted now are you Eunoian Bitch,” Seohyun sneered, her smirking figure beneath you as your vision of her doubled.

Your mind was confused as you only remembered Di Jin being here, your eyes closed briefly only for a sharp pain to spread through your side that you recognized as being kicked in the side by her.

Groaning your eyes opened and her eyes beaded, sneering at you as another voice spoke, “Come along now Seohyun, why don’t you go see if that insufferable knight has managed to come back yet, I will finish our business here.”

She eyed you warily but said no more as she left and soon Di Jin stood in front of you, “You have truly been a pain in my ass since I was enlisted to kill you, I only hope you realize that.”

There was no remorse in his eyes as he pulled the wickedly curved knife from it’s sheath and a sadistic smile curled on his face, “Don’t worry Princess, i’ll make sure you have a slow miserable death.”

Despite your sluggish movements, adrenaline had shot in your veins as you realized you were about to die, you had too much to live for still. You needed to see what would come of Eunoia, you needed to make sure Wheein was okay, that you would keep your promise to Jungkook.

You couldn’t die, and you would fight if it meant living to see it.

Your mind was slowly coming out of it’s haze as Di Jin stepped closer to you, realizing you were in the courtyard near the hay bales, the pile you had cleaned early next to you, your arm reached over to grab one of the planks, three long rusted nails sticking out of it.

You swung it with as much force as you could towards his legs, it made contact, the nail piercing his skin with a wet noise as he cried out in pain, falling back on the ground as he growled out. “You dumb bitch, a pain until the end!”

You attempted to crawl away, heart pounding in your ears as you scurried but he was still too mobile, yanking the plank out of his leg with a growl of pain as he managed to get on top of you, you caught his wrists as he attempted to plunge the knife in your throat, “I’ll enjoy watching the life leave your eyes. I’ll be sure to bring your head back for your little husband to see one last time.”

Your strength was already failing as you winced out, the knife slowly coming closer to your skin as you whimpered out as it pierced the first layer of your flesh.

It was an indescrible pain that had you yelping in pain,

“I’ll make these last few moments the most excruciating and perhaps if you beg me enough, I might just end your pathetic little life girl,” Di Jin grinned leaning in closer, “Maybe if you beg me more i’ll give you a little more than just a long death.”

He pushed the knife a little deeper as blood spilled from your skin making you cry out, his body weighing heavier on yours and his lips suddenly pressing to your ear, “Something tells me you’d prefer that over this.”

Something about his lips pressing against your skin lit something primal inside of you, every sense heightened inside you as your lips parted taking a wide bite into his neck, you could taste it first, the metallic flavor of blood running across your tongue and dripping down your throat and then his skin was next, uncomfortably soft and tender and next was the cartilage, it was rubbery and had hard bits in it, next was the sensation of something warm and wet against your face.

Di Jin could no longer properly speak, his grip suddenly loosened on the knife as you yanked the large chunk of flesh straight from his neck, grabbing the knife as you yanked it away shoving him down as you managed to get on top of him.

The chunk missing from his neck was ghastly, blood pooling on the ground, oozing everywhere and squirting from various places and he was gagging loudly, choking on his own blood.

Anger trembled in your body, it wasn’t enough, even with chunks of flesh missing and blood covering your face, skin hanging and cartilage visible it still wasn’t enough, before you could even think you plunged the knife into his neck, eyes blurring as you watched him gurgle, choking on his own blood as the life left his eyes.

Your hands were shaking as you waited for him to jump back to life to kill you, and then you slowly realized your vision was blurred from tears, your heart pounding as you took a shaky breath yanking the knife out of his neck before you let out blood curdling scream slamming it back in his neck again.

Jungkook’s betrayal.

Wheein being taken.

Exiled from your own kingdom.

Being forced to wed.

Made into a healer as a child.

Bone.

Blood.

Ash.

The mourning bells rang in your head and you could vividly taste the metallic on your tongue stronger than ever as the taste of raw flesh lingered in your throat.

Blood splattered upward as you stabbed the spot over again, all of the rage searing in your veins as Di Jin’s form became disfigured, his neck nearly separating his head from his body as you shoved the knife in deeper.

Hearing the wet gurgling noise as you heaved a breath, staring at his cold dead eyes staring back at you, the next scream was not your own, but it came closer within seconds before the door to the estate opened.

Seohyun was heavily bleeding from her left thigh, sporting a large bite as a loud snarl came from inside the door, shakily you stood up, “Fenrir, wait.”

The large wolf paused, and that's when you noticed the large gash on his leg, causing him to limp, rage quelled in your veins again as you limped over, Seohyun looked pale a ghost at the sight of you.

From the moment this woman met you, she had given you nothing but grief, attempted to humiliate you, belittle you, try to win a lost battle, attempt to kill you, and now she had hurt your precious companion.

Even with a mangled body behind you, it still wasn’t enough.

Tripping over her own two feet she fell down as you walked over, “We can talk about this Y/n!” Her eyes were as big as saucers, “Please! I’ll leave Penumbra and- and never come back.”

You felt nothing for her as you stood above her, watching pathetic tears drip down her face for a long moment, finally you knelt down, “If Penumbra has taught me anything Seohyun, It’s that some people do not deserve my forgiveness, nor my kindness.”

Her lips parted rapidly, her throat scratchy, and for the first time, you saw genuine fear in her eyes, “B-but you’re a Eunoian,”

Her words were pointed, bargaining, pleading even- if you listened close enough, “Eunoian’s don’t kill.”

Your lips slowly lifted into a joyless smile as you let out an uneasy laugh, “Well,” Your smile dropped, your hands were still shaky, unbridled rage still taunt in your veins.

The primal urge of need to prove her wrong, prove all of them wrong, that you would never again be looked down upon as weak or underestimated.

Your hand grabbed her neck, causing her to let out a choked sob as you squeezed it tight enough to choke her airway, yanking her nearly nose to nose with you.

“We’re not in Eunoia, are we?” Your nails dug into her neck, not stopping until you felt the blood from her skin oozing, you shoved her back before you stood up, ignoring her blubbering, tears trickling down her face as you walked away, “Fenrir.”

“Please!”

He let out a growl, “Attack.”

Her cries of agony were left of deaf ears as you walked back over to the corpse of Di Jin grabbing the knife from his neck and yanking it out before taking the sheath that went with it, adjusting it on your waist.

Collapsing on the ground away from him you noticed your hands for the first time, shaking, trembling as your vision blurred once more, scarred and covered in blood, just what had you done?

Fenrir’s mouth was covered in blood, but the whine didn’t escape your ears as he tenderly tried to sit down in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” You ushered, grief strong in your voice though uncertain of who it was for, yourself, your country, your companion, you reached out for him, gently rubbing your hand down his neck, “But we have a long journey ahead of us Fenrir.”

The bells were ringing and a somber air had taken over, Jungkook had nearly lost his entire wits, his father had banished him from the room, not wanting to hear another word from him about this.

Being told he was too sentimental fell on deaf ears, he didn’t care, it was his friend, it was injustice, it was corrupt. He hated it, he hated that despite being the crowned prince, his son, his father simply didn’t care.

All Jungkook could do was wait for Jimin to unlock this damn box. But it felt as though it was too late, he was banned from so much as leaving his room, guards at his door there to keep him boxed in but this wouldn’t stop him.

pulling the cloak over his head, he opened the window, the bricks were jagged and uneven enough that he could easily climb down, he did it often when he was younger, much to the blindness of his father.

Scaling the wall, Jungkook got down, feet planted firmly on the ground as he kept the hood over his head tight as he made his way to the courtyard. A crowd had gathered, all wanting to witness the supposed assassin.

Nobody paid mind to him with his identity concealed, it would be soon now. If he couldn’t get evidence to get Wheein out, then Jungkook would take matters into his own hand. He didn’t want to have Wheein leave Penumbra, but if this is what it took to keep her safe until her innocence was proven, this is what he would do.

He owed so much of his existence to her, he couldn’t let this happen.

He wasn’t going to let this happen.

The bells stopped as Dae Seong stood up from his throne on the wooden stage they had set up, “We have all gathered here to see the execution of the assassin who tried to kill our crowned princess! Her very own handmaid, this is the killer, our own flesh and blood, and the punishment for a traitorous woman is fitting, burning of the steak!”

Wheein was brought out, her hands tied behind her back, her eyes had dark circles and she was crying as she shook her head, “Please! I would never do that to Penumbra! To Y/n! Please you have to believe me!”

But her cries were in vein as the crowd boo’d her, all shouting vile words her way as they dragged her down to the large wooden steak pyre that had been set up.

Jungkook shifted in his spot as he watched them begin to tie her up.

“Are there any last words you would like to impart to us traitor?” Dae Seong looked at her with pure disgust.

Wheein’s lips quivered as she parted them.

A loud bloodcurdling scream interrupted her before she could speak, the crowd tensed and everyone seemed alert, Jungkook was towards the front, having intended on getting her off there the right moment, but he quickly turned around to see people quickly departing and creating a path.

And the next thing he saw was hardly comprehensible.

You, covered in blood, your face was a horrific sight with it’s dried crimson color covering your mouth all the way down your neck, but what was even more horrifying was what was next to you, Fenrir limping beside you, a corpse held in his mouth.

Women screamed and men gasped in horror as they all moved.

The looks on the royals faces were indescribable, Dae Seong most of all, “What is the meaning of this?”

You stopped in front of the throne, Fenrir as if knowing this was the destination, dropped the body from his jaws, it smacked the ground with a wet echo, the head finally detaching from the body as it rolled towards Dae Seong.

You don’t think you had ever seen an expression quite like what Dae Seong had, and you were sure this would be the only time.

It was silent for a long moment before you finally spoke, your throat raw and scratchy, “That’s your assassin, he tried to kill me again just hours ago.”

Dae Seong’s look of shock slowly twisted into one of rage, “Where is your proof of this!” He stood up from his throne towering over you with a growl, “What does a girl like you have meddling in business you don’t understand and taking the lives of those who were helping!”

“Am I standing in front of you not proof enough?” You snarled back, “From the moment I have come to this kingdom I have been nothing but disrespected, disregarded, used, and seen as nothing more than a tool to further someone’s agenda. And i’m sick of it.”

“Even when it comes to my own life, you stand in front of me questioning it!”

“Why I ought too!-”

“I have it!” A voice cried out, Jimin was running from the side entrance of the courtyard, a notebook in his hand as he panted, his eyes widening when they set on you, ‘Y/n!? Are you okay? I have it, I have proof that Di Jin was the assassin! Here, your majesty.”

Dae Seong snatched it with a certain level of venom as he looked through the book, but slowly as his eyes read through, an unreadable look took over his face.

Exhaustion began to take over, your body beginning to sway.

Dae Seong closed the book with a sense of finality, “Very well,” He aid with gritted teeth, anger still simmering in his eyes, “Perhaps, you do have the grit to survive here princess.”

You didn’t hear his words though, your gaze had went down to the body of Di Jin, and swaying backwards you collapsed into an abyss of darkness, nothing more then multiple people calling your name.

[n30nwrites]

Shake (Shifter! TF141 x Male! Reader)

Chapter 5

Good Doggy Masterlist

Warnings - Being Drunk, Lighting a fire, Glitter

Beta Reader: @letmelickyoureyeballs i appreciate you so much.

You walked Soap and Gaz  to his house, convinced that he would follow you into yours if you didn't. You were greeted by Ghost. He opened the door on your first step onto the porch. "Get in." He tells both Soap and Gaz. "Price needs to talk to you." He looks at Gaz specifically.

"Tell your Alpha to control his pack." You say, "I've been with Soap for 6 hours."

"Tell him yourself."

You nodded, still looking at his mask. You didn't like looking at his eyes, it made your body feel strange. Ghost could be considered attractive, build-wise. He was wearing a black tank top and sweatpants. He had a multitude of scars covering his body, and a large burn covering the left side. His chest was large, distractingly so.

“Why do you have glitter on you?” 

"...," You look down at your chest, it was a strange thing, to glow again. Or more like shimmer, but it did remind you of your old self, just a smidge. "Bye."

So why did you have glitter?

It was near the end of your shift, you had done your side work, cutting up the fruits needed and stocking everything. The club was slowing down, people still being here was a slight surprise, but you guessed it was just that type of town.

Sad drunks, desperate for something, an adventure.

Soap was still with you, which you were surprised about. You thought he would leave a few hours ago, but he just sat in the corner, staring at you.

It was creepy.

"Bartender, another Whiskey Sour!" She's pretty, she has stars drawn on her face along with small hearts, bold makeup, and a small dress. Body glitter everywhere, which made you recall when Maya thought to do that one night.

Since that night, glitter has been banned from your house.

"The bar has been closed down Ma'am." You tell her, making her water. She seemed out of it, enough for you to look around for someone, a friend that could've brought her here. "Drink this."

She drinks it quickly, like it's a shot almost. "Give me another." She coos, "tastes so good."

"Where are your friends?"

"They left." She moaned, "I love this song."

No music was playing.

"We're closing. It's time for you to get an Uber."

"I'll walk." She slurs her words, confident in herself as she chugs down another water. "You're much cuter than the other bartender."

You rub the bridge of your nose, adjusting the sunglasses you had on your face slightly. You felt sad for the pretty girl, her name could be Amanda or Mila.

Really you were just pulling these names out of your ass from actresses you can remember.

She stumbles a bit. Her purse slips off her shoulder and crashes to the floor. She doesn't even seem to register it, nor does she seem to be there herself. 

You clock out, and go around the counter. Soap seems to notice as he follows behind. You pick up the purse and she looks up, her eyes unfocused. You grab her wallet and find her license. "Alright Sierra, you seem to live around here so let's get you home.”

“You sure you’re not gonna kidnap me?” She leans on you, stumbling to the side and you grab her. All you can think about is that this glitter is going to stay forever.

“Not the plan.” Soap seems to glare at this girl, “Pull up the directions for her house.” You hand him the ID, watching as he gets on his phone reluctantly. 

“She’s 5 minutes fae 'ere” He says, tucking his phone back in his pocket before grabbing her purse and putting her ID in. “Are we taking your car or mine?”

“You’re joining me?” You ask, not surprised at the idea, just surprised he had the balls to ask. 

“Of course, gotta make sure you’re safe.”

“Protective doggy…” You tease slightly, “I was just gonna carry her, I don’t have a car.” Soap gives you a confused look, he could’ve sworn you were at the driver side of a Jeep when you first arrived, he didn’t fully understand it but he knew that if he had asked, you wouldn’t have given him the truth.

“Put her in the back.”

You realize you had to make a decision, and you were tired so that decision wasn’t the brightest one.

Which is probably why you were most comfortable standing naked outside in your backyard, with all your clothes in a barrel that was on fire. You were staring at it, the embers reminded you of home, but it wasn’t warm enough. The fire was inviting in a way, but if you kept staring you knew that your father would attempt to contact you, and you didn’t want to deal with that right now. So you turned away and grabbed the hose, turning on the cold water and rinsing yourself off, scrubbing with an unused cleaning sponge as your skin turned a darker shade from how hard you were scrubbing.

Anything to not bring glitter into the house.

Good thing the back door was unlocked.

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You woke up at 1 p.m. still naked from the morning. You didn’t have an alarm clock, just trusted yourself to wake up before your shift. You shuffle out and grab some boxers from the floor, pulling them up and washing your face before brushing your teeth.

It was your breakfast time. 

Walking out of your bedroom, your dog greets you. He laid right outside your door, the only reason he wasn’t in your bedroom that night was because he was lying with Maya and you didn’t want to wake her up. 

He stood up immediately and you bent down to pet her, she smiled, which some have described as a murderous smile but that’s just cause shes all fangs. You stand back up and she follows after.

You can hear noises in the living room, voices that make you wary until you hear Maya’s. You trust she can handle herself. She was top of her class after all.

That is until you see who’s in your living room.

“Well, I could’ve put more clothes on.”

[minkdelovely]

love and power

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prelude

“ask for forgiveness,

never permission.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags: acid rain wound, cannibals living their best lives in cannibal town, slow burn eventual: smut, violence, toxic themes

word count: 1.7k

hello world! i currently have alastor brain rot and felt compelled to jump back into writing fan fiction. i’m a little rusty and i’m not sure how many parts there will be; i won’t deny that this is purely self-indulgent but i hope you enjoy all the same :)

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one

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Hell wasn’t what you had expected it to be. It was worse.

Thoughts of your grandmother rose to your mind, despite how desperately you tried to push them down. “Hell is the absence of God,” she would always say after one of her famous rants. A warning you perhaps would have heeded, had it been coming from a place of love instead of moral superiority. 

You had seen her on the streets of Hell a few times now, always sure to avoid catching her attention. The warm pleasure that bloomed in your chest was too precious to give up, despite knowing how good it would feel to rub her fate in her face. A lot of good all those Sunday mornings had done her, haughty bitch! You wondered how often your grandmother laid awake at night, desperate to know how she had ended up here. A wicked grin spread across your lips, revealing milky-pink fangs.

It was hard not to imagine the look your father would have given you if you could tell him she was here. He would definitely have scolded you, but you knew a small part of him would be amused. If calling her a bad grandmother was putting it lightly, she was an even worse mother-in-law. Hopefully you would never get the chance to tell him; Mother was waiting for him in Heaven, after all. And things should be much easier for him now, all things considered. Leaving him alone hadn’t been part of the plan, so all you could do was tell yourself that it had been worth it. Someday you would believe it.

Grandmother was right though, loathe as you were to admit it, and the feeling of loss burned through you every morning when you awoke. Every night, you dreamed of rain; the sound of it, the smell of it, the feeling of it coming down on you in the middle of the family garden. Oh, how you missed the garden. The dark, wet dirt. Blue puffs of hydrangea against stark-white azaleas, your mother’s coveted yellow roses. The Spanish Moss hanging like phantom sails off the branches of the huge oak tree in the corner, where your father had placed a bench and made a small pond. You would sit under that tree for hours lost in a book, listening to the sounds of the garden.

The fire and brimstone you could endure. It was the way everything else was twisted here that was grueling. As if feeling your lament, a drop of acid rain hit your window, quickly morphing into a full-blown storm. A frustrated growl erupted from you and you rolled onto your stomach, burying your head under your pillow and said a silent prayer to whatever force would grant mercy on your roof. You couldn’t afford to get it fixed again. The prayer had been answered just a moment after the rain stopped, when a drop of it fell from the ceiling and onto your pale, unsuspecting calf, your mattress absorbing the scream of pain that tore through your chest.

As the acid made its way through your leg, and eventually your mattress, all you could do was sob. Eternity… This was eternity. 

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If this morning had been good, the day could only now be considered grand.

There was really nothing quite like a post-rain stroll through Cannibal Town, witnessing the misfortune of partially-dissolved sinners who had been caught in the deluge being consumed on the streets by the lively, ever-hungry inhabitants. Alastor would never tire of this jovial bunch that called this part of the Pentagram home, reveling in the sound of screams, the crunching of bone, the almost-lewd and animalistic grunts of feasting.

Were Rosie not expecting him for tea, he might have allowed himself to join in on the fun. Alas, his only solace was that Rosie never served anything less than superb, being the excellent hostess that she is.

He was quite intrigued by her invitation to join her alone, which meant that this likely wasn’t anything to do with donating a small army of cannibals to aid in the fight against the Angels. Indeed, Charlie’s presence would be required once it was time to cash that favor in.

Not that he didn’t enjoy a casual visit (as casual a visit between Overlords could be), he couldn’t help but wonder. Thinking a few steps ahead was a must if one was going to thrive in Hell, and well, it was no secret that Alastor was doing a pretty fine job at that, all things considered. He began to whistle, earning a few gory smiles from cannibals who stopped mid-meal to enjoy the tune. A true honor.

Rosie opened the door for him before he even had the chance to knock, the “Closed for Rain” sign clattering against the glass as she cooed. “Alastorrr! Come in, come in, before it starts raining again.”

As if on queue, a roll of thunder tore through the clouds, drawing a cheer from the denizens of Cannibal Town in anticipation for round two. 

“Rosie, my dear, always an honor and a privilege to be deemed worthy of your company,” Alastor said, bowing his head as Rosie feigned a blush, leading him to the parlor where they would be taking their tea.

The usual pleasantries were exchanged between sips of tea, coffee, and candied organs, which Alastor forced himself to consume through sheer courtesy. It was all part of the art of visiting, one he quite enjoyed, and he would never shame his mother’s memory with bad manners. They had just finished a plate of finger sandwiches when Rosie leaned in slightly, the conspiring grin on her face letting him know that it was, at last, time for business.

“You’re always so good to indulge me, Alastor. It doesn’t go unnoticed,” she said, grinning as she motioned to a maid to come grab their empty plates. “I’m sure you’ve been dying to know why I asked you over here this afternoon.”

“Oh, Rosie, it’s purely selfish! You know how hard it is to find good company in this godforsaken place. I’m more than grateful to receive your hospitality,” he said with a trademark smile and flick of the wrist, leaning back in his chair as the maid cleared the table.

She had just turned to leave with their plates when the smile on his face nearly faltered. Was that… almond he smelled? It had been so long, but he was fairly certain it was. There was an underlying trace of blood, though that was common enough around here. But almond? It was too pleasant for Hell.

Rosie’s eyes darkened to match her grin, not missing the twitch of Alastor’s mouth. She knew he’d have been able to smell it. It seemed that so far only Hellborn could pick it up, but what would be the fun in letting him know that? 

“Divine, isn’t she? A walking pastry, but not much of a talker. I like to bring her around whenever a room needs some pizzazz! She would’ve been eaten alive had I not taken her in,” Rosie whispered cheekily, as the maid returned with a fresh kettle and a gelatin mold for dessert. Rosie, not missing a beat once the tray had been set down, turned to her with a smile. “Thank you dear, you can leave now. I’ll ring the bell if we need anything else.”

The maid gave a silent curtsy and left the room as instructed, her sweet scent clinging to the air. Since coming to Hell, he took pleasure in the taste of bloody iron, the bite of black coffee. But in life… Memories of marzipan and frangipane tarts swam in his mind. And hadn’t Mother used almonds in her cherry pie crust? It took Alastor all he had not to drool, unsettled by the sudden rush of saliva in his mouth. Ages had passed since he last thought of such sweet things. He cleared his throat with as much grace as he could muster. Rosie only grinned.

“Well, she’s certainly new, so I suppose it’s not surprising she doesn’t talk much. It’s quite easy to tell when a sinner is… adjusting. So morose! You’re very gracious to have taken her on.” Alastor took a sip of coffee, desperate to get that almond smell out of his nostrils. 

“We both seem to be rather gracious these days, don’t you think?”

And there it was.

Rosie sat back in her chair and crossed her legs as she continued. “I was actually wondering if perhaps she might fare better in that hotel you’re running. Don’t get me wrong, she smells incredible, but fuck does she suck the air out of a room once the novelty wears off. She was scaring away clients, and you know it’s pretty bad if cannibals are uneasy around you for Christ’s sake, which is why I had her start working back here, but…”

Alastor had to resist gripping his knee, putting all his effort into maintaining a pleasant face. He had expected to be asked for a favor of sorts, but never did he imagine that Rosie wanted him to take on an employee. She’s had sinners sign contracts for little less than a new parasol, let alone a job. There was something more to this.

And beyond being an air freshener, what good was she for, really? He could deal with quiet, but to have to put up with yet another sulky face! What he had done to deserve it, he didn’t know.

But he knew there wasn’t really a choice other than to take the poor creature into his charge. Rosie was an alley he deeply cherished, and he was already in her debt for the help she had provided just weeks ago. This was no doubt the first part of paying that debt back, a sign of goodwill. Not every deal was beneficial from the start; still, Alastor wouldn’t outright accept the offer. That was part of the fun.

“Well we already have a maid,” Alastor said gently, “but after the recent renovation, we are anticipating more sinners to check in. Not that I doubt Niffty’s abilities, but I suppose she could do with some help when business picks up. How long were you thinking of lending her to our cause?”

Rosie waved her hand. “Lend? Oh, honey, if you’re willing to take her, she’s yours. I’ve got plenty of helping hands, but it does me no good to have such a wet blanket hanging around. There’s just the matter of…,” Rosie trailed off as she reached into her purse, retrieving what Alastor already knew she had been grabbing for, “…her contract.”

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

TAKE CARE OF YOU [5]

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Overall Warnings: slow burn, angst/comfort, power imbalance, age gap, possessive tendencies, eventual smut, #daddyissues, independent reader learns to let go and relax, emotionally constipated Joel Miller learns to be vulnerable; (more specific warnings to be added to individual chapters if necessary)

Chapter Word Count: 5,464

Summary: You spent your entire adult life supporting yourself and barely getting by. It’s why a life of ease offered to you by a mysterious stranger sounded so foreign and unbelievable. Joel Miller, dressed in flannels that had seen better days, didn’t look like the kind who could promise you the world on a plate, but he seemed desperate to help out. All he asks is that you let him take care of you. That wouldn’t be so hard. Would it?

[a/n: i love this man, and i love every single person who has taken the time to let me know that they also love this man😌]

05: TO OUR EXES

"eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. but lovely. oh, so lovely."

It was nerve wracking getting ready for your date which was mildly ironic since it technically wasn’t even a date. Joel was in essence paying you to be there. That thought process didn’t help much though because it instilled the fear of ‘what if he didn’t like what he was paying for’⏤ which was a terrifying thought that could send you into a spiral if you thought about it too long. 

For the millionth time, you adjusted your outfit before checking your hair once more in the mirror. Joel had texted you that he was on the way to your apartment. You had actually assumed that Riley would be driving you to meet Joel at the restaurant or perhaps to Joel’s home or work. The idea of Joel coming to pick you up himself was so adorably sincere in your mind.

The sound of knuckles rapping against your front door gave you pause. You glanced down at your phone to see that you didn’t have any missed messages from Joel. “Coming!” You called out while shoving your phone and wallet into the small purse that matched your dress. Heels clicking across your floor, you hurried to answer the door. “Hey⏤”

Your greeting fell silent halfway through it as you opened the door to see Joel looking as handsome as ever. It really wasn’t fair⏤ it looked effortless on his part. A gray sport coat with a navy blue button up shirt under the coat sans tie. Joel’s hair had a slightly messy look to it that seemed to be more accidental than planned. As if a long day of stress had undone a perfectly acceptable work style. His lips curled into a smile.

“Hey, sugar.” Joel greeted and it was nice to hear his voice in person again rather than through a telephone. He shifted to pull his hand out from behind his back to present you with a new bouquet of flowers just as gorgeous as the first.

Your eyes widened as you took the variety of wild flowers from him “Joel… These are gorgeous.”

“No, darlin’, you’re gorgeous.” Joel replied without hesitation. You looked up from the flowers to see Joel’s eyes tracing every inch of you. The clear admiration in his emotive brown eyes making your breath catch in your throat. He shook his head once, “Goddamn…”

You could feel your cheeks and the back of your neck warm at the compliment. Clutching the flowers to your chest, you cleared your throat. “It’s the dress. Thank you so much, Joel. I really love it.”

“The dress ain’t nothin’ without you, sugar. Don’t be silly.” Joel let out a small scoff.

“Here.” You motioned for him to come in. “Let me put these in water and we can be off.” While walking to the kitchen to find something that could be used as a vase, you heard Joel close the front door and step in. Your eyes glanced over your living space in mild embarrassment. Joel seemed to be looking around as well and you saw his eyes drift to a few photos you had hanging on your walls. “You really didn’t need to buy me more flowers, you know. I’m still in love with the ones from this morning. The sunflowers are so pretty.”

Joel drifted over, seeming entirely out of place in your tiny home, “Need? It’s about ‘want’, and I want to buy you everythin’.”

“Everything?” You chuckled. 

Joel titled his head just a bit, amusement flashing in his eyes, “Did I stutter, sugar?” You housed the flowers into a glass vase so you could set it next to the sunflowers and roses from this morning. Joel cleared his throat. “Are the flowers too much?” It was the first time since the start of this that you heard hesitance and doubt creep into his voice again. Joel rubbed the back of his neck. “I know it’s kind of cheesy⏤”

“First off, how dare you use the word ‘cheesy’ in a negative context.” You replied and Joel’s smile returned. “Second, I love the flowers. I really do. I… Nobody’s ever bought me bouquets like this before”

“That’s a damned shame.” Joel’s doubt seemed to slip away. “Never?”

“Well, I suppose not never. I’ve gotten apology flowers maybe but never ‘good morning’ flowers and ‘date night’ flowers.” As the words left your mouth, your eyes widened. Early today, you had decided not to refer to this as a date in front of Joel because you were unsure of what to correctly call it. Despite this plan, you managed to screw it up before even leaving your apartment. “Not that⏤ I mean, tonight isn’t⏤ or it⏤ Uh, I…”

Joel chuckled then held his arm out at the elbow for you. “Ready for our dinner date?”

You felt your face warm once more this time partially in relief from Joel’s subtle reassurance. “Very.” You nodded and looped your arm through his. “Let’s go.”

The two of you left the apartment, only pausing to lock your door, and Joel kept his arm through yours to help you cautiously down the stairs and out to the front of the building. The car on the curb you didn’t recognize was a dark maroon truck and it was the one Joel led you to. He opened the passenger door and held your hand to help you climb in. 

“Watch your feet.” Joel said before shutting the door. As he came around, you chuckled and clipped your seat belt. Joel must have noticed your amusement and he grinned. “What is it?”

“I like your truck. It’s not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?”

“I don’t know.” You teased. “I’m pretty sure guys with the kind of bank account you have are supposed to drive lamborghinis and mercedes.”

Joel laughed as he pulled away from the curb. “Those ain’t really my style, sugar.” It wasn’t necessarily true. You could picture Joel behind the wheel of a fancy car and God would he look good there, but the truck felt like him. It had the same 'down to earth' energy that Joel carried when he walked around in his flannels. “Growin’ up, I always wanted a truck like this.” He glanced over at you before his eyes shot back to the road. “It was the first thing I bought for myself after the company took off.”

You ran your hand against the worn leather of the middle console. The truck was well cared for, but obviously a bit aged. That was even cuter to you. Not only was he driving around in a vehicle you wouldn’t give a second glance on the road, but he wasn’t even driving the newest model despite being able to afford it plus more.

“So, tell me about your day.” You said. “Anything exciting happen?”

Joel let out a quiet scoff before casually walking you through some of the disasters he was forced to deal with. You knew very little, arguably nothing, about contracting or his job in particular. That being said, Joel had a nice way of telling stories. It wasn’t just his voice alone, which you had already established was addicting to listen to, but Joel was able to keep a person engaged and wanting more when he spun a tale. He wasn’t overly vocal from what you’ve gathered, but when he did speak the words he chose mattered.

“What about you?” Joel asked without glancing over. The truck was officially way out of your neighborhood and in a much richer area of the region. “That boutique okay?”

“Oh, it was amazing.” You replied and began to tell him all about Kiera. “Honestly, I was nervous to shop at a place like that, but she was incredible.” Joel hummed happily and you began to tell him how you also got lunch with Riley. “I basically had to arm wrestle him into letting me use your card to buy lunch for us because he didn't want to ‘impose’.”

Joel barked out a laugh. “It’s kind of frustratin’ when you wanna buy somethin’ for a person who fights you tooth and nail on it, huh?”

You bit down on your lower lip to keep from excessively grinning. “Shut up. That’s not the same.”

“Oh, it ain’t?”

“I wanted to buy Riley a sandwich, you wanted to buy me a car.”

He shrugged. “I don’t see a difference.” You playfully rolled your eyes and he had been glancing over just at the right time to see it. Joel’s hand reached over to lightly grasp your hand which was resting on the middle console. His warm touch made your breath hitch and you could feel calluses on his palm. Joel gave your hand a tight squeeze. He scolded you teasingly, “Good girls don’t roll their eyes, sugar.”

“I⏤ I, uh, I did warn you that you were gonna turn me into a spoiled brat.” Your voice had cracked at the beginning of the sentence and you were forced to clear your throat to stabilize it.

Joel glanced over again, and he gave your hand a softer squeeze this time. Sincerity replaced his teasing, “This alright? If you don’t want me⏤”

“No.” You tangled your fingers with him in fear that he was going to pull away. “This is fine.”

Joel chuckled and for the rest of the drive to the restaurant you found it hard to focus on anything other than the small circles that Joel’s thumb was tracing against the skin on the back of your hand. You weren’t familiar with the area outside the car window but you found yourself surrounded by skyscrapers. The building Joel pulled up to was well lit and the people traveling in and out of the lobby looked just as well dressed as the both of you.

He parked the truck in the valet lane then squeezed your hand to draw your attention to him. “Stay right there, sugar.” You gave him a nod and watched as he climbed out and walked around the truck’s front. He tossed the keys to the valet with a quick thanks. The valet must have said something you didn’t catch because Joel chuckled and nodded. You shifted in your seat, realizing why he asked you to stay put, and waited for Joel to reach your door. Joel pulled it open, held a hand out, and offered a charming smile. “Ma’am.”

“Sir.” You replied with a grin and took his hand so he could help you climb out of his truck. Joel took your hand and looped it around his elbow. You felt your cheeks warm at the motion. Though you had known he was taking you out in public, a part of you thought he wouldn’t want to be seen with you though. It’s not like you were his dirty secret, the two of you weren’t part of some scandal or affair, but it still felt like something you were supposed to hide. You shoved the doubt out of your mind and let your eyes glance around the lavish lobby. “This place is gorgeous. Where are we?”

“This is the J Hotel.” Joel replied. You briefly stiffened. A hotel? Obviously, this was a hotel. You should’ve noticed from the curb. Was he going to take you to a room? A trickle of concern crawled down your spine. Joel seemed to notice because he set his free hand on top of the one you had holding onto his arm. “Hey. It’s alright. There’s a restaurant on the rooftop. That’s where we’re heading, darlin’.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding and shot him an apologetic smile. “Of course. Of course, we are. I’m so sorry.” He had been nothing but a gentleman, above and beyond really, and your mind had immediately assumed the worst of him. “I wasn’t⏤ I don’t think you’re that kind of guy I just⏤”

“No need for apologies.” Joel chuckled. “I’d be more worried if you weren’t wary of me. I’m a strange old guy payin’ you to hang out around me.”

You tightened your grip on his arm as the two of you stepped into the elevator. “Not strange. I’d use the words ‘kind’ or ‘charming’ or ‘handsome’ even.”

Joel let out a soft laugh as he hit the button for the sixty-seventh floor. The ride up only took a moment and when the floor opened up you commended Joel for his choice in location. The rooftop restaurant was gorgeous. String lights hung overhead and the seating area was filled with an almost garden-like energy. The maitre d’ spotted the two of you and hurried over to offer a greeting. It was very different compared to the side eye the maitre d’ from the restaurant where you and Nima had met Roaslind. You were led over to a table and you were excited to see it was near enough to the side of the roof that you’d have a clear view of the LA skyline without having to peer around another table.

Joel slid his arm out from yours to pull out your chair. The flowers, opening your car door, pulling out your chair⏤ it was all very little things, but you found yourself enjoying it immensely. Joel sat down across from you and you gave your waiter a double take when you realized he had only offered one menu for the table and he had placed it in Joel’s hands.

“Um…” You began.

“Don’t worry.” Joel replied. “We only need one. This place makes four new dishes a day. I can read you those four options.”

You crossed your arms to lean on the table, amused, “And why can’t I read my own menu?”

“Because,” Joel scanned the menu once more before meeting your gaze, “I know you’ll end up pickin’ your meal based on the price tag rather than get what you actually want.” 

Your eyes widened in slight surprise. He wasn’t wrong, but it caught you off guard that he had thought of it. Joel quickly walked you through the options and you picked a meal that sounded most appealing to you. When the waiter came back, he took the order and offered a few wine choices. Joel nodded to you to decide and you agreed to whatever the waiter thought would work best with your meals.

“You know,” You laced your fingers together with a small smile, “I’m surprised.”

“By?”

“Most rich people can’t fathom the lifestyle of someone in my tax bracket.” You replied with a small shrug. “Because you were right. I would’ve probably picked based on the price, without even realizing it.”

Joel chuckled, “I wasn’t always rich, sugar.” You knew he hadn’t always been a multi-millionaire, but you assumed he jumped from upper class to that level. “Back in college, and a little while after, I was broke.” He offered you a small understanding nod. “I’ve had those days where you go out for dinner with friends and you pick the cheapest thing on the menu ‘cause you can’t afford nothin’ else.” Your gaze softened at his words, and he chuckled. “Then you’re too proud to accept help from any of your friends so you spend the entire night tryin’ to convince them that corn nuggets were your actual favorite food and that’s why you ordered ‘em.”

You laughed at how relatable his words were. Not too long ago, right before Joel offered you this proposition, you had literally sat in a restaurant with Nima and refused to let her buy you food⏤ claiming you ordered the side salad because you weren’t very hungry rather than admitting you were forced to use your full paycheck for rent and bills which left you nothing for spending. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“It was a fair assumption.” Joel conceded. “Most people who make it to my current tax bracket,” He copied your phrasing, “Started pretty near the top to begin with.”

The waiter returned to pour you both a glass of wine and you and Joel both thanked him. You took a sip and savored the flavor. This was absolutely not the boxed wine you had sitting in your fridge currently. A soft groan of approval slipped your lips.

“Good?” Joel asked.

“Much better than the wine I just bought from Target.” You nodded. Joel laughed and you motioned around the restaurant. “This place is amazing by the way. Do you come here often?”

Joel shook his head. “No. This is my first time.”

“Oh. Why’d you pick it then?” You asked curiously. 

“Well,” Joel cleared his throat then offered you a sheepish smile, “I didn’t. I asked my assistant to plan this out.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just been a while since I did anythin’ date related… If it had been up to me I would’ve taken you to a diner a few blocks down from my office. Best burger in LA, I swear it.”

You resisted the urge to tell him that you would’ve been happy with any place he chose as long as it gave you time to spend with him. That seemed to potentially cross a line from ‘fake date with a sugar daddy’ and into ‘real date with a man you’re crushing on’. A distinction you were making a real effort to focus on. However, you were unable to resist asking the question that had plagued you all day.

“How is it you haven’t done anything date related in a while?” You asked. “How are you even single?”

“You know…” Joel grunted out a vague response and shrugged.

You chuckled, “No, actually I don’t. I find it very hard to believe that a guy like you couldn’t have any woman he wanted, yet here you are. With me.”

“With you is exactly where I wanna be.” Joel replied confidently. You rolled your eyes with a small chuckle. He held his wine glass in his hand, but lifted a finger from it to point at you. “There you go rollin’ those pretty eyes again. You’re askin’ for trouble.”

“No. You know what I’m asking.” You countered.

Joel let out a small sigh and nodded. “I was with a woman a year ago. It didn’t end well.” You took a sip of your own wine but continued to lean on the table listening intently. “It was just a messy relationship. We weren’t… compatible, but we stayed together longer than we should’ve. She didn’t like that I was too cold, and I didn’t like that she was sleepin’ with other guys.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. There was a lot to unpack in that sentence alone. “God, I’m so sorry, Joel.” It was baffling that anybody wouldn’t appreciate what they had with Joel. And cold? You’ve known not even a full month, but if someone asked you to describe Joel the last word you’d use was ‘cold’. “She thought you were cold?”

“She said I wasn’t affectionate enough.” Joel replied in an off handed manner. The way someone would respond to a question they didn’t want to elaborate on. Still, you had a hard time believing Joel was not affectionate with his significant other. Hell he had been more affectionate toward you this last week than your ex-boyfriend had been the last few months of your relationship. You wondered if his old girlfriend hadn’t understood his affection. You were getting the feeling that Joel’s love language was ‘Acts of Service’. To someone who didn’t respond to that then they could potentially make that complaint. “It was a long time ago.”

You twisted your lips, “You haven’t met anyone since then that you were interested in?”

Joel held your gaze for a beat before he glanced at his wine glass and took a sip. He shook his head and met your gaze once more with a small smile. “It just wasn’t a priority.” He chuckled. “Then I got lovingly bullied into the sugar baby idea.” There was obviously a story there that you were curious about, but Joel changed the subject so you were the topic of conversation. “Don’t feel obligated to answer ‘cause I talked about my love life, or lack thereof, but… what about you?”

“Me?” You motioned to yourself.

“Yeah.” Joel grinned. “You’re a catch, sugar. Smart, witty, fun, drop dead gorgeous,” You felt your cheeks warm at his words and you hid your smile behind your wine glass as you took a sip, “How’re you single?”

This wasn’t something you enjoyed talking about, but if Joel could share a bit of his painful past then you could as well. You licked your lips, “I wasn’t single six months ago.” Joel’s eyebrows rose. “I was dating a guy and we were pretty serious.”

“How long did the two of you date?”

“Two years.” You admitted with a slight wince, and Joel looked even more surprised. “The topic of marriage actually came up, but…” You cleared your throat. “He told me I wasn’t marriage material.”

Joel’s eyebrows furrowed, “I’m sorry, what?” You shrugged in response, not knowing what else to say. He scoffed with a shake of his head. “No offense, darlin’, but your ex is an absolute moron who didn’t know what he had.”

“It’s funny you say that.” You teased. “I was just thinking that about your ex.”

Joel’s lips curled up into an amused smirk. He lifted his wine glass toward you, “To our exes then. Without their mistakes we wouldn’t be here tonight.”

“To our exes.” You laughed and clinked your glass against his.

The rest of dinner consisted of conversation topics that weren’t quite as heavy as the history of your love lives. Just like with your phone calls with Joel, talking to him was the easiest thing in the world. Any moment of silence that did occur between the two of you was comfortable rather than awkward, and you never felt pressured to fill the space with words just for the sake of it.

When the waiter came to the table with the check there was no question of who it was going to. He handed it over to Joel who thanked him then pulled out his card to hand back. You finished the last of your current glass of wine.

“Seriously though,” You spoke up, “Thank you so much. This meal was amazing.”

“My pleasure, sugar.” Joel chuckled. “Glad you enjoyed it.” The waiter returned with his card and you watched Joel write on the receipt before rising up. He held a hand out to you to help you out of your seat and you beamed as he pulled your arm through his arm once more. “Night ain’t over yet though.”

Your smile widened as you let him lead you out of the restaurant. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Joel replied as you both settled in the elevator. You hit the button for the lobby before he could. He reached into his coat’s internal pocket to pull out two tickets. “Some show in the LA County Museum of Art.” 

He offered you the tickets for you to see what it was for. You recognized the name of the show because Nima had just been talking to you about this only a few days prior. Joel paused with you by the side of the road as the two of you waited for the valet to bring his truck around. 

“Do you know much about this show?” You asked in curiosity. If the few things you did know about him were correct you had a feeling that the same person who picked out this restaurant also chose this show.

“No. It’s some kind of art show, ain’t it?”

“Yes.” You chuckled. “But it’s a sensory experience.” Joel shot you a confused look and you grinned in response. “So… the area is dark and the only light is on the floor to light a path and the art pieces itself, and you’re not allowed to talk. It’s a silent showing.” 

You saw immediate distaste on Joel’s face as he took the tickets from you to scan them. Another laugh bubbled from your lips when you heard Joel mutter a curse under his breath. He blew out a sigh as his truck rolled around. “We don’t gotta do this, sugar, but I don’t really have anything else planned…”

The idea of calling this the end of your night already sat bitter on your tongue. Joel caught the keys thrown to him before opening the passenger seat door to help you climb in. As he walked around the truck, you pulled out your phone to search an address for a possible idea.

“I have an idea.” You blurted when Joel climbed in. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Drive here.”

He glanced at the GPS on your phone, “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I’m not that big on surprises.” Joel countered skeptically.

“And I’m not good at letting people buy me things.” You smirked. “We’re both experiencing new things today.” Joel bit back a chuckle, but he still gave you a wary look. You leaned across the console with the brightest smile you could muster. “Please, daddy.”

Joel’s lips curled up into a smile and he shook his head with a laugh under his breath. He turned and put the car into drive to start following the GPS. You beamed at him and it felt empowering to know you were able to so easily sway him into agreeing to a surprise. Joel reached out again to lace his hand with yours. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute, sugar.”

“Here. If it makes you more comfortable,” You said, “When we get there I’ll let you pay for us to go in.”

“Oh, you’ll let me pay.” Joel laughed and squeezed your hand.

“Only because I’m feeling charitable today.”

Joel shook his head with an amused scoff.

The surprise you had thought of wasn’t far and you clocked the exact moment that Joel realized where your GPS was taking him. He glanced over at you before looking back to the road with a voice of shock. “Putt putt golf? Really?” Joel pulled into a parking spot and turned to stare at you in disbelief. “This is what you wanna do for the rest of the night?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded. “What’s wrong, daddy?” The choice to use the nickname again was the correct one when you saw him stiffen in his seat. “Afraid I’m gonna kick your ass?”

Joel’s jaw locked and he snatched his keys from the ignition before climbing out of the truck. Knowing what he’d prefer, you stayed put until he came around to open your door. When he yanked it open you shot him a smug smile. Joel nodded once and held his hand out to you. “Don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on you.”

“I’d be upset if you did.” You replied as your feet landed on the ground and you stood right in front of him. 

The two of you walked in through the front and you picked out a club while Joel paid for the course for you both. When asked if he wanted to do the 9 or 18 hole course he picked the longer one without even asking, and you smiled to yourself. You liked that he enjoyed his time with you as much as you did with him. He picked his own club and you grabbed a dark green ball for Joel and a light blue one for you. 

“We need to make a deal.” You said while you both wandered out toward the first hole. The place wasn’t very crowded which meant you wouldn’t feel rushed. 

“I think we already made a deal, last I checked.” Joel replied and motioned between the two of you.

“Funny.” You bumped your hip into him. “I meant for the game. Like... loser pays for post-game ice cream.”

Joel shook his head, “I’m not gonna let you pay for ice cream.”

“Okay, real bold of you to assume I’m gonna lose.” You laughed and Joel just shot you a confident smirk that fit his handsome features well. You stayed firm. “We need incentive.”

“Fine. How’s this? If you win, then I pay for ice cream.” He started. You followed his statement and narrowed your eyes at his wording. Joel continued. “But, if I win, then I pay for ice cream and I get to buy you an exorbitant and unnecessary gift.”

Your jaw fell open. “What?”

“What?”

“That’s kind of ridiculous.”

Joel looked smug as you both reached the first hole. “Just win and you won’t have to worry about it.” He dropped his ball down on the green, lined up his shot, and then hit. You watched the green ball roll down the first, simple path and drop into the hole. He turned in place to address your shock. “Or, you can think of suggestions to give me of what you might want.” Joel leaned in toward you just a bit and in a teasing tone added. “I’m thinkin' maybe a small country. Are you partial to Europe or Asia, sugar?”

“You can’t afford a country.” You scoffed. Joel shrugged and pulled back so you could take your turn, but your eyes widened. “Joel, can you afford a small country?” He walked down the course to fetch his ball. “Joel??”

The putt putt course brought out Joel’s competitive side and you loved it. It seemed like years of stress had been lifted off his shoulders as he let loose with you. As you both reached the end of the 18 holes he was in the lead by only a few strokes.

“You’ve technically already lost, sugar.” Joel chuckled as he waited for you to finish the last hole.

“Hush.” You replied.

Joel laughed then motioned toward you. “Look, you make a hole in one here and you win the entire thing.”

“Wait, really?” You perked up in excitement. Joel nodded. You readjusted your golf ball at the start and focused on lining up your shot. Joel continued to tease you while you tried to focus. You shot him a playful glare. “Excuse you, sir. Quiet on the course.”

Joel bowed his head in a mocking gesture and you went back to focusing on your turn. After lining it up, you swung. The ball bounced off the wall and made a beeline toward the hole. You began to bounce in excitement but the light blue ball rimmed around the hole and then sat on the edge without falling in.

“Are you shitting me!?” You cried in alarm. Joel laughed as you hurried over to where your ball sat. You pointed to it and looked at Joel. “Oh, come on. Come on!”

Joel stepped onto the course and kicked your ball in. He reached out to lightly tap the side of his knuckles under your chin making you warm. Joel let out a soft sigh and offered you a comforting smile. “Hey, it’s alright, sugar.” He leaned in. “I won’t buy you a country. I’ll just pick out some gaudy piece of jewelry.”

Your jaw fell again and he laughed. You gave him a playful shove, “I thought you were gonna give me the win!”

“Absolutely not.” Joel replied and took the club from your hand so you didn’t have to carry it. His hand settled on your lower back while gently leading you back towards the putt putt golf house. “I told you I wasn’t gonna take it easy on you.”

“What if I ask really nicely?”

“Aw, sugar, you can try.” Joel set both your clubs on the counter. 

His hand never left your back as he led you back out toward the truck. You turned and resisted the urge to rest your hands on his chest. Instead, you stepped closer and just tilted your head up to face him, and with a sickly sweet voice you tried again, “Please can we call this my win, daddy?”

Joel’s gaze softened as he stared at you and he nodded once. “Still no. Come on, let’s get ice cream.”

“Hey!” You cried as he grasped your hand and continued to drag you to his truck. You laughed and tugged on his arm. “If you were just gonna turn me down again then why’d you even give me the chance to ask nice?”

“It might’ve worked. You never know.” Joel glanced your way once more. “And maybe I just wanted an excuse to hear you call me ‘daddy’ again.” You felt your face grow warm at his comment and there was no hiding the way it made your smile grow. Joel ran his thumb against the back of your hand and chuckled. “So? Ice cream? I’m buyin’.”

You counted your blessings and sent another silent thanks to your exes.

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New Beginnings - Part 5

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish x f!reader

Masterlist

TW: MDNI 18+, angst, hurt/comfort, injury, canon typical violence discussed

The first few days without hearing from Kyle and Johnny wasn’t too bad, you threw yourself into your work and it proved a perfect distraction. After having made a career writing romance novels and putting imaginary people through horrendous emotional trauma, you suddenly found yourself in the middle of your own personal heart-aching hell. It made great fodder for your storyline, you told yourself.

By the end of the first week you’d sent multiple chapters off to be proofread and edited, receiving huge praise for the quality of your writing. Your heroine was currently alone in the vampire’s castle while they left her behind to go to war with a rival clan. She was trying not to admit she was in love with her captors… it made you cringe at how much you were just processing your own emotions on the page, but there was talk that this could turn into a bestseller.

At the end of the two weeks the mission was planned to take, you felt you were ready to crawl out of your own skin, waiting for your phone to ring or a message to appear at any second. You didn’t want to miss anything when it came through, didn’t want them to think you weren’t here waiting for them. The regret at not having told them how you felt was gnawing at your insides, all the while you refused to acknowledge the endless stream of what-ifs that rose up in your mind like sunken corpses in the sea. It felt like a betrayal to them to think the worst, to think that they couldn't handle whatever situation they were in right now. But it was hard not to.

By the end of the third week, you were struggling to sleep, and when that rolled over into a fourth week without any contact you didn’t know what to do. You had no idea who to call, who to turn to to get any sort of idea what was happening. You found yourself pacing the house, searching through drawers and cupboards for anything that might give you a shred of information on who to speak to. But, of course, they were seasoned professionals and there was nothing left lying around that could let anyone find information that could compromise the team or a mission.

You ended up sitting at the lounge floor, hugging yourself and having no option but to hope that whatever happened, you’d find out somehow. It was the most alone you’d ever felt.

Two more days pass before your phone rings with an unfamiliar number on the screen, waking you from a guilty half sleep at the kitchen table where you had been trying to work. You scramble to answer it, almost dropping the device into the tiled floor in your haste and risking smashing the thing.

“Hello?” You say, trying to keep the desperation from your tone in case this was yet another unrelated call or scammer. You’d let loose at two scammers already and fully expected they’d give up now and find another line of work after the abuse you gave them.

“Hello,” an unfamiliar, deep baritone voice replies. “This is Captain John Price.” Your eyes snap up to the photo on the fridge, the bearded man in that picture was their Captain. 

“You’re Kyle and Johnny’s Captain… right?” You ask, your heart pounds and throat hurts as you stare at the photograph of the four men looking passively back at you from the glossy piece of card.

“That’s right, love,” he answers, you hear him huff out a deep breath, clearly preparing to say something he doesn’t want to. You close your eyes, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you prepare for whatever he is about to say. “I know that you’re living with them, Ghost has put in for your clearance and Soap asked for you to be listed as his Next of Kin as he hasn’t got any family. That’s why I didn’t want to leave you in the dark.”

You swallow, fighting back the taste of bile in your mouth.

“I appreciate this,” you croak. “What’s going on? They said they’d be back after three weeks at the most.”

“The situation is we haven’t heard from them in two weeks,” he tells you, clearly preferring to get to the point. “We have people looking for them, but the nature of their mission means we have to be careful, so it’s gonna take time.”

“I understand,” you tell him as your fears come to life. They might not be coming back.

“Believe me, those three are some of the best I’ve ever had the honour to serve with,” he tells you, sincerity and pride coming through loud and clear over the line. “I’m not giving up on them, and you shouldn’t either. They’ll come home.”

You thank him for his call, and he tells you to save his number, promising you that you will know the moment they are found.

When the call ends you feel numb, sitting and staring at the photo for a long time. After a while you get to your feet and tell yourself to move, hoping that this will help calm your fears and you drift around the house aimlessly, finally finding yourself at the door to their bedroom.

When you’d first moved in you assumed the two other bedrooms were split between them both but you soon learned that they shared the same room. The other was a crash pad for when one of them was leaving early or coming back late and didn’t want to wake the other.

You let yourself into their room, sitting on the kingside bed and running your hand over the covers. It all smells of them, a lovely combination of cologne and their individual skin and hair products.

A hoody hangs in the back of a chair by the window, and you walk over to pick it up and scrunch the fabric up to your face, before slipping it in over you t-shirt.

The next few days you wear the hoody, keeping the smell of them as close to your skin as possible. On the afternoon of thirtieth day after they left, your phone rings and Captain Price’s name flashes on the screen. You throw yourself at the phone to answer it as quickly as possible.

“I’m sending a car to get you and bring you to the base, they’re going to be back in a few hours,” he tells you, the sound of engines and shouting in the background making it hard to hear. “They’re a little banged up, but they’re in one piece.”

“Is Ghost okay too?” You ask quickly as the relief floods through you. There’s a short chuff from the Captain, a laugh perhaps at your question.

“Yeah, he’s fine too. I will tell him you asked, might loosen him up a bit to know he made an impression on you,” he says.

“Thank you Captain,” you say. “Will I get to see you when I’m there? I’d like to thank you in person, if that’s okay?” He chuckles and agrees to see you.

As promised a car arrives an hour later and you find yourself being driven by a polite and unquestioning young soldier through towards the base as night settles over the landscape. The floodlit gates loom out of the darkness soon enough, and you're handed a pass on a lanyard with instructions to keep it on at all times.

You follow the soldier as they lead you into a squat building that looks identical to every other one you’ve passed, your bearings completely screwed as everything is so uniform, identical. You’re led to a door that looks like every other and taken inside. The man waiting in there is one you recognise easily, his beard so uniquely shaped and the tiredness in his features an exact mirror of your own. 

“Captain Price?” You ask, and he nods, giving you a tight smile that wrinkles the skin around his eyes. Relief shows through the exhaustion on his face.

“That’s right,” he nods and pulls out a chair for you to sit down at the long table. You look around at the room, it’s some kind of meeting room, clean and plain like everything else on the base.

The Captain explains in the vaguest of terms that the mission took an unexpected turn and the team were forced to go into hiding. The three men are back with minor injuries, but have been surviving in rough conditions.

He gives you a careful look when your shoulders finally relax, hearing that Kyle and Johnny are okay, and an unspoken question hangs in the air around him. His shrewd eyes picking you apart bit by bit, and for a moment you feel panic stir in your gut.

“Look, for what it’s worth, I’ve known about Soap and Gaz before they even did, and however you fit in with that is fine too. We live a life drenched in blood and pain, whatever they need to find some peace away from all this isn’t a problem with me. Just keep it quiet, for their sakes,” He says, he gets up and heads to the door. “Wait here, love, and as soon as they’re cleared with Medical I will let them know you’re here.”

It feels like an eternity that you sit and wait for them in that room, your eyes start to drift shut and you slump onto the table, head resting on your forearms and promise yourself you’ll just rest your eyes for a moment.

You don’t hear the door open as they both come in, their bodies aching and exhausted, cuts and bruises bandaged, until they pull you up gently into an almost crushing hug between them. As soon as your brain kicks into gear you grab onto them, tears and sobs cracking from your throat as they hold you and hush you softly. Reassurances are whispered against your cheeks as stubble rubs against your skin from them both.

“Its okay, lass,” Johnny coos quietly, “We’re here now.”

“C’mon, lets get home,” Kyle says, nodding at Johnny over your shoulder, and the three of you leave together.

Gaz lets you drive them both back home in his car so he and Johnny can sit in the back together. The journey felt much quicker this time, and it’s gone midnight by the time you arrive back at the house. You shoo them inside, both too exhausted to complain or argue with your instructions as you herd them to bed. You grab them both a glass of water and put one by each side of the bed and then turn out the lights. When you turn to leave a hand grips your wrist.

“Hey, where d’ya think you’re going?” Kyle mumbles. “Get your arse in here.”

For a split second you think you’ll say no, but the look in his eyes makes it clear it isn’t a request and you crumble instantly. With a small nod and a smile,  you slip out of your clothes and wriggle into bed in your underwear, between the two of them as told. The weight of their limbs over you and the heat from their skin quickly lulls you to sleep despite the urge to lay there and watch over them both.

You wake up late in the morning, and you bask in the warmth and comfort of being nestled between your boys, the sounds of gentle breathing in your ears, before you extract yourself from the tangle of limbs being careful not to wake them. Your first task is to email your publisher and tell them you are going to be unreachable for a few days for personal reasons, so you head directly to your laptop to do this and fire the email away as quickly as possible. 

The urge to pee is nagging at you, so you quickly head to the bathroom after opening your draft folder and forget to lock the screen. You walk back into the kitchen after you’ve relieved yourself and stop dead in your tracks, Johnny is sitting at the table in his boxers, focused on your laptop screen intently. His eyes flick up to yours briefly before going back to reading your copy, but he beckons you over to him with a waving of his hand. With a sigh you walk over beside him, shoulder slumped slightly, and his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

“This is good,” he murmurs, “really good. It’s you, isn’t it?” His clear blue eyes, usually brimming with mirth and mischief, burn into yours with an intensity you’ve not seen before. His hand rubs loose circles on the small of your back through your dressing gown.

“Yes, that’s me,” you admit with a self depreciating chuckle, and his arms tighten around your middle.

“This was hard for you, do you honestly think you want to do this? With us I mean?” He asks softly, and there’s a note of sadness in his voice as he gives you an escape hatch. A chance to say you don’t want a life with them if it means living in fear of the worst outcome every time they go away.

“Lets go and get Kyle so you can both hear what I want to say,” you smile.

[soxcietyy]

Racer Yuuta pt4

Yuta x fem reader

Continuation of part 3, pretty tame chapter

It was as if it was your mission to push him to his limit. He knows you can be a handful sometimes but today it was worst. He wasn’t having it, and what you did next was the last straw. You sat in the driver seat of his precious car that he loved so much. A project that took him years to complete to his liking. One that he would never let anyone put a finger on it but you. Because obviously you came first but the car was second. He sighed as he pressed his forehead against the window.

"Unlock the car." He said looking at you through the window.

He couldn’t see you because of how dark the tint was but he knew you had a nasty smirk on your face. One he was going to wipe off the second he got his hands on you.

This was currently happening because he was busy helping set up the next race with a friend over the phone. It takes pretty long to plan out because it had to be a safe and secure place. It was illegal street racing so there had to be extra security measures. This was taking pretty long to the point of you begging for his attention. You’ve been following him around the house like a lost puppy and would pinch his cheeks any time you could. When he told you to leave him alone you would mess with him more by biting his ear. At last you got tired and grabbed his car keys knowing that would get his attention.

The second Yuta heard keys dangling he ran to the garage to see you shutting the car door. He hand to end the phone call so the person on the other side would be able to hear everything.

"I’ll give you anything you want, just open the door. Is it food? A new bag? A plush?!" Yuta said desperately. He tried hard to keep his cool but every few minutes that passed he could hear you pressing things.

"Oh man your radio is doing some weird noise, I think I might of actually done something." You yell.

Yuta felt like his legs were going to give out on him. His precious car was being slowly broken by his precious girl. He couldn’t let you know that it hurt him this much though.

"I just don’t want you upset anymore, you know I like knowing my girl is happy. So common out so we can get some ice cream." He says as he grabs the door handle.

The ice cream sounded really good so you unlock the door. The second he opened the door he lunged himself forward and snatched the keys off the ignition. You looked at him shocked as he slowly backed up. This was not how you expected a grown man to act. You Burt out laughing not being able to keep it in. He smiles at you sweetly as he heard your laugh.

"It’s cute that you think this is funny." He grabbed you out the seat and wrapped his arms around your thighs. He easily picked you up and took you inside where he plopped you on the couch.

"I got invited to show up at a car meet, dress up so we can go." He says as he started to grab your heels from the floor.

“No" you say firmly.

He looked at you with a brown raised.

"Right, are you done being petty? Yuji has been going on about his new car and said he’s going to show it off at the meet. He’d be mad if we don’t go"

Grabbing a small leather jacket he throw it over his shoulder with your heels in his other hand. Walking to the door and leans over your shoulder.

"I don’t want to hear anything come out your mouth about being cold." He said as he grabbed the keys from the table and walked out first.

The second you step outside a gush of wind hit you. You could feel how you hairs immediately stood up from the cold. You would have ran back inside and change but then that would be proving him right. Stiffly you walk to his car and get into your designated seat. The heater that he had running thankfully warmed you up. You relaxed into your seat as he drove. It felt as if you were back in bed under thoes soft blankets.

Arriving at the the abandoned parking lot you look out and noticed that it seemed that it hasn’t been walked on for years. Of course it wasn’t empty because of all the people arriving at the but it didn’t look quiet lively yet like the ones you’ve been to so far. Yuta was the first one to step out of the car and take a look around. The second he opened the door a gush of wind came running in making your sink into your chair more. Unfurtunally your wonderful boyfriend had taken the key of the car meaning there was no more warm air running. You couldn’t quiet tell if he took them just to be petty. Running the seat of your hand up and down your skin you began to wonder if you should ask him to go back home so you can change into something more suitable. The only thing stopping you was your ego and the fact that you guys had just driven an hour to get here.

Resting your arm on the door you watch as he is talking to other people. He takes his time coming back to get you from the car but swears its because he’s scoping out the area for danger and people, he wouldn’t want you to be around. From what you’ve seen people would love to meet you, but your big scary boyfriend was the issue here. Not only was his resting face trouble but he would latterly block there way with his tall figure so they wouldn’t get to you.

Giving onto the cold you turn around to see what you can find in the back seat of his car. Usually, he kept his car pretty clean, so it was unlikely to find any article of clothes or blanket in the back. Leaning over the chair you look find a few things in shopping bags he must of forgotten to take out. Opening them you find basic hygienic stuff and a pack of rubber that causes you to roll your eyes. The car suddenly became colder making you retreat into your seat so you could curl up but as you did you felt something spanked you.

Looking back quickly you see Yuta smiling at you with the door wide open.

“What was that for?” you glare at him.

“For being a brat, now common Yuji wants us to go see his new build.” He said as he crouched down and put your heels on for you, he then held his hand out for you to grab. Chills ran through your body the second you touched it, he was freezing cold, was he even alive at this point? because he felt like a dead corpse.

Stepping out make sure to stick to him like glue, seeing that he was your only source of warmth. Hopefully Yuji had his car running so you can hop inside or even better, a nice warm hoodie.

Walking to the other side of the parking lot you could see Yuji leaning against his car. you decide to book it towards his leaving your boyfriend stunned at your actions. Grabbing Yuji, you shake him to either unlock his car or to give you anything warm. He laughed at you nervously seeing Yuta was getting closer and knowing that he wound probably not appreciate either.

“ill see if I can find a blanket in the trunk, I tend to take naps during work.” As he left to the back Yuta grabbed your arm so you could look at him.

“what’s up with you? If your running towards him like that people are going to think that you have something going on with him.”

Yuta tends to get jealous quite easily and uses the excuse of what would other people think or say. He also says that he’s just trying to keep you safe because he knows better, apparently being a few years older than you made him that much smarter .

“sorry y/n, must of left it at home today. Ill ask around for you though.” He says as he shuts his trunk closed.

You sigh feeling defeated, if only a kind soul would lend you something so you could keep warm.

“what was she asking for?” Yuta asks looking at you and then him.

“she wanted something to cover up w-“ “DON’T” you yell out so he wouldn’t finish that sentence.

It was too late though, Yuta could easily figure out what he was trying to say and he looked at you with a, oh really? Look. He grabbed you and brought you closer to him.

"no need to do that Yuji, she wanted to come looking like this. She’s going to act like a big girl and stand by what she chose. Unless she asks me." He turns to look at you but you snap your head.

As they talk and talk about the new car your eyes are wondering around. Looking at the different people who show up to things like this. Your uncle wasn’t coming today because he had a dentist appointment. Thank god because usually woman would flock around you just so you can talk about him.

You wondered when they were going to start making the car shows they do. Or when they would start doing the interesting stuff. As you eyes continue to wonder they stop on something odd. You could see a girl hiding behind a car. You squint to try and figure out what she was doing exactly. You didn’t notice how much you wear leaning to see until you started falling forward. Thankfully Yuta caught you by extending his arm. Your body leaned on his arm as he pushed you back up.

"Can you sit still for a second?" He asks you with a lowkey irritated tone.

Yuta said you had a bad habit of wondering off and moving around too much. He swears you lack attention span.

You cross your arms and ignore him. Continuing to look you could see her looking at some guy from afar. Potential crush? Potential love making? This was the excitement you’ve been seeking for! She was such a cute girl too. She wore a skirt with a fluffy coat over her that made you feel nothing but jealousy.

Sneaking away from Yuta, you take small steps before completely running away. You got good at it from the amount of times you have done it by now. When you did you made your way to the girl and crouched down.

"Excuse me" you say quietly.

The girl twirls around and lets out a gasp. It happened so fast that you didn’t notice how close you were from her face.

"You scared me!" She said as she held her chest trying to calm her accelerated heart.

"So sorry I just noticed you from a far and was wondering if you were alright." You say shyly.

She looked back at the direction she was originally looking at before looking back at you. It looked like she was debating to tell you.

"I think my boyfriend is cheating on me." She finally confesses.

You looked at her stunned. This was absolutely not the answer you were expecting. You lean to the right to also peek at the guy. He looked like your average but if you had to be honest.

"Tell me more." You grab her hands.

"When he’s at my place he so loyal and treats me so well but my friends… they’ve been telling me that they’ve been seeing him go around with almost any girl who talks to him." She sits on the ground looking a bit defeated. "We’ve been together for almost five years and I can’t believe he’s doing this."

"Hey I think I have a plan to figure out if he is." She tell you.

She looks at you with a hopeul expression. You grabbed her by her hands and lead her to some place more secret so you guys wouldn’t be found. But before leaving completely you glance at Yuta to see him turn around. Finally noticing your absence he looked panicked. He looked for you in every direction making you go walk a bit faster. If he were to find you right now he would definitely not let you continue this exciting investigation.

Leading her to a different part, you guys began to plan things out fully.

"It’s pretty simple you just go out and flirt with hi- oh god darling are you not freezing? Where’s your coat?!" She goes off track one she notices what you were wearing.

"I forgot it at home and yes I’m freezing!" You tell her.

"Unfortunately I only have what’s on me, but that’s a great excuse for you to go up to my man’s and flirt with him."

You stand there and think for a minute. What would Yuta say about this? What would he think? What would he do if he caught you? The last one was too scary to think about.

"Let’s do it!" You say.

It wasn’t hard too find him again. He was revving his engine and you could hear that from afar. From what you could tell there was no sight of your boyfriend. Which was a good thing because he could not be there while you flirted with another man. Walking towards the crowed you turn around and throw a thumbs up to your new friend. This was lowkey exciting. This is something you would see in shows and movies. Pushing through the crowed you make it to the front to see him in the front seat chatting with the people around him. This was your time.

You walked slowly towards him and bend down so you could get a good look at him.

"Love your ride, never seen something this exotic." You say complementing his Supra, you went lying it was a pretty neat car because of the wrapping and different types of piece on it.

He looking at you with lazy eyes, he was definitely high, those red eyes couldn’t mean anything else, there was also the fact that he reeked of it.

"Thank girl, say have I seen you before?" He asks

You place your finger on your lip as you try to remember if you guys actually met, but you had no memory of it. You shake you head at him as he still looked you up and down.

"Geez arnt you cold?" He says grabbing your hand to feel your temperature.

"Freezing, I was wondering if you had anything I can wear or even let me hop in your car to warm up. That is if you’re not gonna get in trouble, if you know what I mean." You smile at him.

"Naw girl hop in, or better yet sit on my lap. Gonna warm you up real quick."

Your jaw almost dropped from not expected such a response. You cough and look back for some help. This was enough from no?

"You sure? You don’t have a girl? I don’t wanna start anything you know?" You say hoping he would admit to having one.

"If I did I wouldn’t be tellin you to sit on my lap." He smirks. He opened his car door and patted his legs telling you to sit.

Before you could say anything a hand reached out from behind you and slammed the door closed. "There you are babe, iv been looking for you everywhere, now why wernt you where your supposed to be?" He says putting his arm around your shoulders.

You look up to see Yuta with an irritated face. You shrug at him and start to walk away but he pulled you back.

"I’m not going to play games with you y/n, next time you do that I will literally put you on a leash." He smiled as he patted your head.

"Hey man! Who the hell do you think you are to slam my doo- oh Yuta what’s up man!" He says changing his attitude immediately.

"Hey dude, sorry I was just getting my girl. Say arnt we set up to race next time? It’d be unfortunate if something happened to your car before the race huh?" Yuta says

The guy gets the message real quick and doesn’t say anything.

As Yuta is dragging you away you caught a glimpse of of the girl.

"He’s a cheater!" You yell out loud.

She gives you a firm nod with a sadden look. Who wouldn’t be sad to find out their significant other is a cheater.

Back at Yutas car he sat you down in the passenger seat and he went to the back of his trunk. Last thing you needed was him pulling out a chain to strap you down. When he did come back he was holding a small blanket. Your eyes widen as you snatched it and wrapped yourself with it. It’s was so warm, so soft and it smelled just like him.

"Next time admit your warm before you decide to do something stupid." He try’s to be mad but knows he can’t.

"So why were you flirting with that guy?"

You look at him from the side of your eye panicked. There’s no way he could have hear that right? Like that some supernatural ability if he did.

"What are you talking about? I was only complementing his car." You sink into your seat.

"You think I’m dumb? I saw the way you were standing, the way you were playing with your hair, the way you presented yourself. You did all of that when you were trying to get with me."

You didn’t say anything to him

"Next time you need or want something you come to me, your dad or uncle, no other men. You got that?" He flicked your forehead to get your full attention.

"Ow, yes Yu I get it."

He looked at you with a serious face. He did this all the time, if he was scolding you and asked you if you understood he wants to hear "yes Yuta" not anything short or sweet.

"Yes Yuta…" you mumble.

You guys ended up going home early because it was indeed getting to cold. Even with a blanket your toes felt like they were on the verge of falling off. The second you guys stepped into his warm apartment you felt at ease. The warm air coating you once again. Yuta came from behind and hugged you, he kissed your cheek as he threw his keys on a table.

You stand there awaiting nervously for what was to come. You knew you wernt getting off so easily.

"Explain everything," he says as he takes a seat in the couch. Man spreading as he scrolls on his phone.

You sigh as you try to take a seat next to him but he was quick to stop you.

"Absolutely not, on the floor until I say so."

You grit your teeth as you flash him a smile. You sit on your legs as you explain everything. Missing no detail.

"… I’m not sure how to feel about this. Not loving the fact that you were trying to flirt with another man." He lifted your head up from your chin.

Tears started swelling up your eyes as you saw how mad he was. You couldn’t lie he was really scary like this. This had to be the first time he’s ever been this mad at you.

His facial expressions softened when a tear rolled down your cheek. He wasn’t the best when it came to crying people. His hand moved from your chin to to top of your head. He pushed your head down so you could look at the floor as he looked away from you.

"You don’t have to cry." He said.

He could hear your sniffling a few seconds later causing him to sigh. He picked you up from the ground and cradled you in his brace. Your face hurried in his shoulder.

"You want to try that new restaurant you were talking about yesterday?" He asks.

Last chapter

No more racer yuta >:|

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: language, kissing, smut, oral sex (m and f rec), fingering, p in v.

Rating: 18+ Only

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Well, this is it… the last chapter, only a short epilogue to come next week, and then we say goodbye to these two! Thank you to everyone who came on this journey with me. I appreciate every single one of you! 💖

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Pulling up and parking outside Dean’s house, Y/N got out of the vehicle, filled with intent, as she walked confidently to his door and knocked. She made a deal with herself as she dressed to come here: she wouldn’t overthink it. In fact, she wouldn’t think about it at all because if she did, she’d probably realise just how crazy and desperate this was.

Dean answered the door and smiled as he took her in, but when his lips turned upside down, and a look of confusion furrowed his brow, she lost all of the earlier confidence she had and realised that might have been a bad idea.

“Y/N, sweetheart? Is everything alright?” Dean asked, and she mumbled a quiet curse that she’d come over out of the blue and was worrying him.

“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced. I checked with Uncle Bobby to make sure you weren’t working, and I just needed to come. I know we haven’t arranged another day to meet, but I can’t… this… this isn’t working,” she rambles out, and her eyes widen when Dean’s flash with hurt.

“Every time we’ve planned to meet for the past three weeks, something happens that means we need to reschedule, and I can’t do it anymore. So I thought maybe if I came here unplanned, then maybe we could have a fighting chance at this.”

“It’s four,” Dean responded with a smirk.

“What?” she replied, confused.

“We’ve been rescheduling for four weeks.”

“All the more reason to say ‘screw it,’” Y/N stepped towards him and kissed him.

She felt Dean freeze for a second, and she smiled into his lips when he sighed softly and placed his hands gently on her hips. Her hands slowly slid into his short hair, and he licked at her lips, desperate to deepen the kiss, and she gladly let him.

Y/N’s nerves hummed with anticipation and from her awakening arousal. Dean had always been a good kisser. Her experience in kissing boys had been lacking when they started dating, so she didn’t have much to compare it to until she moved away. It was then she appreciated just how good of a kisser he was. And he did not disappoint now, either.

Things became heated between them quickly, hands roaming, and neither could get enough of the other. While she didn’t come here with the intention of sleeping with him tonight, she remembered enough about her first love to know that this was probably leading to his bedroom.

“Ahem.”

A throat clearing behind Dean made her freeze, and when he pulled away from her lips, sighed, and put his head on her shoulder, she saw John leaning against the kitchen doorframe, smirking at them, and Mary grinning. 

“Don’t stop on our account,” Mary said with a laugh, and Dean groaned in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve called first. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d be–” Y/N started but was cut off by Dean’s lips on hers. 

“Stay,” he whispered as he pulled away from her and rested his forehead on hers. “Mom brought over a lasagne. Trust me, they’re just leaving.”

“You’re not just saying that are you?” Y/N grinned.

“No, I swear!” Dean chuckled and held his hands up.

“He’s right, sweetie,” Mary said. “When I heard he’d been called into work to help with the accident yesterday, I knew he wouldn’t have eaten much, and I brought over some food. We are just leaving. We’re just heading over to see Sam and Jess and help with the last few things before the baby comes.”

“See? Stay.” The puppy eyes Dean threw her way were unfair, and Y/N hated that she still couldn’t say no to them.

“Okay,” she agreed.

“Thank you,” Dean sighed, feeling his insecurities leave him and finally believing Y/N wants this as much as he does. Cupping her cheeks, he placed a soft peck on her lips and took her hand to pull her further into the house. 

The door had barely closed behind John and Mary when Dean’s lips were on hers again. She thought she’d feel nervous, but as they kissed and their hands started roaming under clothing, it felt like they’d spent no time apart. It felt right. It felt like home.

Dean’s arms circled her waist, and he gently tapped, encouraging her to jump up and hook her legs around his waist. The second he had a secure grip on her, he carried her upstairs and into his bedroom.

Laying her on the bed, Dean stepped back and removed his denim shirt before pulling off his shoes and her boots. He crawled up the bed, covered her body with his, and their lips met again.

Y/N’s hands trailed under his black T-shirt, and she shivered, feeling his muscles quiver under her touch. Pulling the material up, she broke away from him just long enough to remove his shirt and throw it on the floor.

Dean quickly followed her lead and slid his hands up her waist, dragging the material of her soft cotton shirt with them and removing it. Sitting back on his heels, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her legs, leaving her only in her underwear.

Standing from the bed, his jeans joined the pile of discarded clothing on his floor. He groaned loudly as Y/N’s small hand rubbed his semi-erect length through the thin material of his underwear.

Once he was at full hardness, she removed his underwear, moaning at the reveal of his thick, hard, leaking cock. Leaning forward, Y/N gently licked at his glans, circling her tongue around it, collecting his precome, and slipping him into her mouth.

With a gasp, Dean’s hands gripped her hair softly. Peaking up at him through hooded eyes, she pushed her head further down his length than he was expecting and moaned, the vibrations from her throat making him growl and his head fall back.

“Y/N, I’m gonna need you to stop, or this will be over embarrassingly quickly,” Dean whimpered.

She pulled off him with an obscene slurping sound, making him growl again. He kneeled on the floor before her, placing a hand on each leg and sliding them up to meet her underwear.

“Lie back, Princess,” Dean murmured, and she was quick to do as he said, lying back on her elbows. He slowly pulled the lace garment off her legs, his fingers trailing over her skin, causing her to shiver and prickle with goosebumps.

“Spread those legs for me,” Dean said, his voice deep with arousal, as he discarded her underwear on the floor. Y/N whimpered as she let her legs fall to either side and watched Dean’s eyes change to a deep forest green as lust clouded over him.

Grabbing her ankles, Dean pulled her down the bed and wrapped his arms around her legs, pinning her thighs to the bed. Dipping his head down, he groaned at the shiny tell-tale signs of her arousal.

“Hmm,” he hummed and licked his lips. “So wet already, Princess. Can I taste you?”

“Please, Dean,” Y/N begged, grateful he didn’t tease her too long before she felt that first long swipe of his tongue make its way from the bottom of her soaking, aching slit to the top.

Pushing his tongue between her folds, Dean expertly found her tiny bundle of nerves and repeatedly flicked the tip of his wet muscle over it. Y/N could feel him grin as her natural reflexes of trying to close her legs made him hold her tighter and push her further into the bed, forcing her to stay open to him.

As his mouth brought her higher and higher, she tried to ground herself by running her hands through his hair and gently tugging on the short strands. Dean moaned, and she smirked, remembering how much his hair being played with drove him wild.

The gentle scrape of her fingers over his head spurred him on in his efforts, and his mouth and tongue licked and sucked like a man hellbent on giving her the most powerful orgasm possible.

Y/N was already close to unravelling under the attention of his mouth, so when his finger pushed inside her, her back arched, and her head fell to the mattress. She moaned loudly and tightened her grip on his hair.

When one finger became two, and those fingers curled upwards, she fell apart completely. Her hips bucked to get his fingers to fuck her deeper; a long, rumbling groan escaped through the waves of pure pleasure, her fingers tugging mercilessly on his hair. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt this good. She felt like she was flying and never wanted to be on solid ground again.

Dean placed a final kiss on her sex before kissing his way up her body. He paused at her breasts, sliding his hands behind her back, unhooked her bra, pulled the straps down, and removed the last barrier between them.

Continuing his path of kisses up her body, he finally came to rest on her lips. He circled his hips, grinding himself into her wet heat. The sensation made her gasp, and Dean took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Y/N quickly captured it with hers, and when Dean pulled away too soon, she chased his lips, only opening her eyes when she heard his soft chuckle.

When her gaze met his, he pushed his hips forward and filled her completely. Feeling her stretch perfectly to accommodate his girth, Dean watched as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled. Once fully within her, he held still, wanting to savour the connection and feeling that was Y/N for as long as possible.

He knew this wouldn’t be his best performance. Not even one of his top ten. Because this has been all he has wanted for the past twelve years. Because every time he’d had a girl beneath him, he’d wished and fantasised that it was the girl under him right now.

Pulling his hips back slowly, Dean thrust back in with a groan. Y/N’s warm, wet core was even better than he remembered, and as he pulled back again, he moved his hand between their bodies and thumbed at her clit.

Y/N whimpered at the extra pleasure Dean was giving her, but from the fire burning in her core, she guessed it probably wasn’t necessary because the feeling of him, the love he was radiating, and the overwhelming peace that blanketed her already had her close to climaxing.

She screamed as Dean’s thumb caught a particularly sensitive part of her clit. Knowing he’d found his girl’s sweet spot, he repeated the motion until she came undone again, gasping his name like a prayer and her walls clenching him beautifully.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He pushed in until his whole length was inside her, and they were skin to skin, completely as one. He stilled, and with a roar of her name, he emptied everything he had inside her.

Dean rolled off her, pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, and as she drifted off to sleep, Y/N felt safe and loved, and that was all she’d ever dreamed of.

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chapter seven: gain the weight of you and lose it

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“Wait, I can explain.”

“Oh my God. It’s so obvious. How did I not see it? You sound just like him. And your eyes…” You trailed off and shook your head as tears streamed down your face. You didn’t know how you didn’t recognize his voice, maybe because Peter never said much. But not recognizing his eyes is what really upset you. You made a big deal out of looking into his eyes the first time you told him you loved him, only to find out you’d looked into his eyes a hundred times and just never realized it was him.

“I’m such an idiot. How could I have been so stupid?” You stamped your foot in frustration over how stupid you felt in that moment.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. And you’re not an idiot. I am. This is my fault.” Peter said as he put his hands on your shoulders.

“How long were you planning on keeping this a secret?” You asked as you angrily pushed him off of you.

“I don’t- I don’t know. I-I wasn’t planning on any of this.” Peter stammered. “I had no idea it would go this far. I just liked you and wanted to talk to you. But you didn’t seem to like me back. So when I found out you liked Spiderman…”

“You what? Lied your way into my life?” You whispered the last part after looking around to see who might be listening. Peter looked around as well before pulling you into the closest empty classroom. You allowed him to do this, because despite feeling furious with him, you weren’t about to get into a screaming match that could expose his identity and put him in danger.

“I know I lied but this doesn’t have to change things. I mean, it does change some things, but it doesn’t have to change everything. All our feelings are still there. And you always said you wished to know who was under the mask. Now you do and we can be the kind of couple you want to be. Holding hands in public, kissing anytime you want, going on dates. That can all happen now.”

“No it can’t.” You laughed sadly. “Do you think I’d ever date you again after what you’ve done? I could never trust you.”

“I’m…I’m sorry.”

“You should be sorry. This was my first real, adult relationship. I gave you so many of my firsts. And I had to compromise and give up so much for the sake of protecting your identity. I don’t want to date you now because you robbed me of getting to walk down the street holding my boyfriends hand or kissing him whenever the moment struck me. You let me miss out on those things for months when we could’ve been doing them all if you had just been honest with me from the beginning.”

“You’re so right. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I did this to someone I care about so much. Someone I love. You trusted me and I betrayed you. I’m so sorry.” Peter said desperately but sincerely.

“You should’ve told me. This could’ve worked if you just told me.” You sniffled and stamped your feet again in frustration. It was infuriating for you to have to walk away from this all because he couldn’t be honest. You didn’t want to lose Spiderman as your boyfriend, but you couldn’t gain Peter either.

“I know. I just didn’t want you to be disappointed when you saw me without the mask. When you realized it was just me.” Peter said as he nervously twisted his shirt in his fingers. Your eyes softened and for a moment, you felt empathy for Peter. You knew he was insecure and you hated that someone you loved had been secretly feeling like they weren’t good enough for you.

“I said I liked you just the way you were. I told you a hundred times that it didn’t matter to me who you were.” You reminded him. “And I would’ve liked you! That’s what’s so frustrating about this. If you had told me after the first few walks to my dorm, this would’ve worked. We could’ve been something. But you ruined it. I don’t want to have to break up when I’m still in love but I can’t trust the person you turned out to be.”

“I promise, I’ll do anything it takes to earn your trust back. If you allow me to make things right, we can go back to the way things were. But we can do it for real this time. No more sneaking around or getting half truths. I’ll be a better man for you. I promise.” Peter pleaded as he took both your hands. You looked into his big brown eyes and almost gave in. His offer sounded so tempting because it was all the things you’d been dreaming off ever since getting into this relationship. But when you remembered that it was Peters fault that you had to dream about those things instead of experiencing them, his offer didn’t seem so tempting anymore.

“We can never go back to what I had with Spiderman because the guy under the mask ended up being a deceitful, manipulative liar. How could I date somebody like that?” You asked and pulled your hands out of his.

“Because you love me?” Peter asked weakly, hoping that reminding you of that would stop him from losing you.

Your eyes softened once again and you wiped your face so that you could focus on Peter. Standing in front of you was the man you’d gotten to know very well over the last three months. You’d spend countless hours with this man and when you weren’t with him, you were in constant communication over the phone. You had fallen in love with this man and trusted this man, two things you had never done before. But he didn’t seem like a man as he stood before you now. He was just a boy, a boy who had made a mistake.

Not just any boy, but the first boy who ever loved you.

That meant something to you, too much of a something to be thrown away forever. After all, you were finally getting what you wanted. You were face to face with the person you’d been fantasizing about since high school with no mask between you. You were finally getting to see the man behind the mystery with no obstacles in your path. Before you knew what you were doing, you were reaching yours arms around Peters neck and pulling him into a kiss. It was your first kiss with him that didn’t have either some of your with some visual impairment or disguise. It was just the two of you, skin to skin and lips to lips. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back, not sure what was happening but not daring to question it. It was probably your most passionate and heated kiss yet, and that’s because it was a goodbye kiss. You pulled away and took a step back, removing yourself from Peter.

“I do love you.” You told him. “But I hate you for doing this to us.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered as tears spilled down his face.

“I don’t care.” You shrugged helplessly. With that, you left the room.

You left campus all together and went straight to your parents apartment. You figured Peter would go to your dorm to try and find you, which he did, and you just wanted to cry in your childhood bedsheets. You blocked Peters number after the 9th message he left and went to bed around 4 pm. You woke up the next morning with swollen, puffy eyes that you covered with some sunglasses despite the cloudy weather. You kept your head down in class and felt relief when you saw your friends at your usual lunch table. But you’d been so focused our relationship with Spiderman ending that you had forgotten Peter was in your friend group until Kate moved her head and you realized he was sitting at the table too. You made eye contact with each other and both of you froze.

“Hey.” He smiled sadly at you and you quickly looked away. You stood frozen as everyone looked at you.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you sitting?” Kate asked and patted the seat beside her.

“I’m gonna sit somewhere else.” You mumbled and turned to leave.

“No, I’ll go. I shouldn’t have even sat down in the first place.” Peter said as he got up to leave.

“Um, are we missing something?” Gwen laughed uncomfortably and looked between you and Peter. Ned covered his mouth with his hand when he realized what must’ve happened and stood up to be beside Peter. You made eye contact with Peter again and he wondered if you were about to expose him to the whole friend group.

“Peter and I had a fight. We’re not friends anymore.” You said simply and looked away from him. He let out a breath of relief over your decision not to expose his secret identity.

“Wait, you two fought?” MJ questioned. “I didn’t realize you even knew each others names.”

“Me either. What could you guys have possibly fought about?” Kate wondered. You looked up at Peter and knew you could ruin his life right then and there if you wanted. But you loved him, so you’d never want that. Instead, you just shrugged and said nothing.

“I messed with her relationship.” Peter stated, making everyone look at him in surprise. He didn’t want you to have to lie to your friends, so he gave them half of the truth. After all, he was good at that.

“He did what?” MJ raised an eyebrow.

“Is this about him having feelings for you?” Kate asked you.

“Something like that.” You mumbled.

“So you and Spiderman are done?” Gwen asked and rubbed your arm.

“He wasn’t who I thought he was.” You shrugged and looked up at Peter at again. He nodded to thank you for not telling them the full truth. He didn’t know why you were still protecting him after what he had done, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

“We should go.” Ned said, and led Peter away. You finally sat down and let out a sigh.

“Um, what was that about?” MJ laughed uncomfortably once the boys were gone.

“Nothing. Can we please talk about something else?” You asked quietly. Everyone exchanged a look but changed the subject per your request. Your rested your head on your arms and tuned everyone out as you thought about what you were supposed to do now. You robotically went through the rest of your classes and eventually went back to your dorm. You rotted in your bed for a few hours before dragging yourself out to do some homework. After a half hour of working, you heard a knock at your door. MJ, your roommate, got up to answer it.

“Hey.” Peter smiled weakly when MJ opened the door to him.

“She’s not here.” MJ told him.

“Not here or won’t see me?”

“The second one.” MJ admitted with an apologetic smile.

“I understand.” Peter sighed. “Could you please tell her I’m sorry? And that I miss her?”

“Sure. I’ll let her know.”

“Thanks.” Peter smiled in appreciation and turned to leave.

“Hey, Peter?” MJ called after him.

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was going on between you guys?” She asked as she stepped into the hall so you wouldn’t hear.

“I shouldn’t say anything if she hasn’t told you. It’s not my story to tell.” He said with an apologetic smile.

“Right. See you.” She waved to him before shutting the door.

“Who was that?” You asked when MJ sat back down at her desk.

“You know who that was.” She said pointedly, making you fall silent.

“Why can’t you just talk to him?” She wondered. “You know how sorry he is for what he did. Whatever that was. Was it really that bad?”

“I told you. He messed with my relationship.”

“But what does that mean? I didn’t even know you and Peter spoke and now you guys aren’t having some Shondaland level falling out where he shows up at our door every night and you refuse to speak to him? What did he do to your relationship?”

“He’s the reason it ended.” You said simply, which was true.

“How? What could Peter have possibly done?”

“Look, I would love to tell you. I would love to air out the whole thing from beginning to end. But it’s not my story to tell. If Peter wants to explain it, he can. But I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.” You told her. MJ rolled her eyes and went back to her homework. You felt relieved that she accepted your answer and went back to what you were doing. You thought the conversation had ended, but MJ had one more thing to say.

“He’s Spiderman, isn’t he?” She said to break the silence. You froze and looked up at her, seeing from her face that she already knew the answer.

“What?” You scoffed. “No.”

“You both both said it’s not your story to tell, which was weird. Now I’m supposed to believe your relationship with Spiderman mysteriously ends the day you and Peter can’t even sit at the same table? He’s totally Spiderman.“

“He’s not.” You insisted, but she wasn’t having it.

“Okay, sure. He’s not Spiderman.” MJ nodded and went back to her work. You sighed in relief and went back to yours as well. A few minutes if silence went by before she was back at it again.

“But hypothetically, if he was Spiderman-“

“MJ.” You groaned.

“Hear me out. Hypothetically speaking, would your break up with Spiderman hypothetically have anything to do with the fact it was, hypothetically, Peter all along?”

“No. Because he’s not Spiderman.” You said as your eyes darted to the side.

“Girl, you are weak in the knees. You need to stand up for yourself. Are you seriously still trying to keep his secret after what he hypothetically did?” She asked you. You chewed your lip and knew there was no way you were convincing her once she had made up her mind. Plus, it would be nice to have someone to talk to about the reason the relationship ended.

“Listen, MJ, if his identity got out-“

“I know. It would ruin his life.” MJ cut you off. “I listened to you tell me that the last three months. And apparently, so did Peter. Who is, without a shadow of a doubt in my mind, the Spiderman. I’m not gonna tell anyone. I wouldn’t put his life at risk. I just want to know what happened to you.”

You were quiet again and looked into her eyes. She gave you a look and you sighed before nodding your head to confirm what she suspected.

“He lied to me.” You said quietly.

“He lied to all of us. Kinda can’t believe that little nerd pulled this off.”

“I know. He gaslit me for three months. What he did was diabolical.”

“Diabolical is a strong word.” MJ chuckled to lighten the mood.

“Is it? Think about it. He heard me talk about my crush on Spiderman and used that as an in. He started walking me home as Spiderman, took me on dates as Spiderman, and basically fleshed out all the fantasies I had said in confidence front of Peter. I befriended Spiderman. I told all my secrets to Spiderman. I confided in, trusted, and fell in love with Spiderman. Only to find out on my own that Spiderman was really a guy from my college that I was barely friends with.”

“Maybe he didn’t know how to tell you.” MJ shrugged. “That’s kinda a huge thing to spring on someone. Especially since he already knew you.”

“It doesn’t matter. He still kept his identity a secret from me for months. Peter looked me in the eyes every day knowing I had told him my deepest secrets the night before. All while I had no idea that it was Peter under the mask. How can I just get over that?”

“He probably needed to be sure he could trust you before he told you who he was. You guys were never really friends, so he used Spiderman as a way to get to know you and make sure you guys could have a lasting relationship in which he could be both of his identities around you. And it’s not like he never tried to tell you. You told us yourself that he wanted to show you his face sooner but you didn’t let him.”

“You sound just like him.” You groaned and went back to your work. But in the back of your mind, you knew she was right about that. He had tried to tell you sooner.

“He just wanted to keep you safe.” MJ added, making your stop working. That part was true. He did just want to keep you safe. But that didn’t change the fact that he lied.

“I’m not talking about this anymore.” You told her and picked your pen back up.

“I just don’t think you should walk away from your first love.” She said after a few minutes of silence. You looked up at her and felt yourself getting teary eyed.

“I didn’t want to walk away.” You said softly. “But he did something bad.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.” MJ shrugged. “I do bad things all the time. But we’re still friends.”

“You don’t lie to me, though. That’s the difference.”

“Don’t I?” MJ asked in a high pitched voice.

“Can I really get back together with him if he lied to me about something like this?” You genuinely asked her.

“I mean, it’s not like he can ever lie about something like this again. Unless he has a third secret identity. And not for nothing, but we still don’t know who the zodiac killer was.”

“Or who killed Jonbenet.”

“That was definitely Peter. And I’ve always felt that.” She argued. You laughed and went back to your work, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what she had said.

As the week went on, your friends were growing desperate to find out what happened between you and Peter. MJ was the only one who figured it out and you were determined to keep it that way.

“So do we all have to stop being friends now that you and Peter had a falling out?” Kate asked you as you put some books in your locker.

“No.” You shrugged. “I don’t care if you guys talk to him. Just don’t expect me to.”

“They say to forgive is to set a prisoner free. And the prisoner is yourself.” MJ said and gave you a pointed look.

“Who says that?” You narrowed your eyes at her.

“They.” She said weakly.

“I can’t be friends with Peter, okay?” You told them. “And I never will be.”

“Can you at least tell us what happened between you guys?” Gwen asked and Kate nodded. You looked at MJ and she made a motion of zipping her lips.

“No. It’s not important.” You replied.

“How is it not important?” Gwen asked. “I’ve never seen you guys say more than two words to each other and all the sudden you’re enemies? Every time I see him now, he has his hoodie on and a red ring around his eyes. He’s very clearly destroyed over whatever happened between you guys. And MJ told us you are too.”

“You told them?” You whispered harshly.

“I had to.” MJ whispered back. “You’ve gone through so many tissue boxes. The whole floor is covered. I didn’t know what to do!”

“You don’t know the relationship we had, okay? I appreciate the concern but I really don’t want to talk about it. Can we please just drop this?” You begged them. The girls exchanged looks but nodded to agreement. You sighed in relief just as Ned walked up.

“Hey guys.” He greeted and everyone greeted him kindly. You looked behind him, expecting to see Peter, but no one was there.

“He’s in class.” Ned told you. You smiled in embarrassment over it being obvious that you were looking for him.

“Oh, right.”

“Out of curiosity, how much information on this fight do you have?” Gwen asked Ned.

“I know everything. But I’ve been sworn to secrecy.” Ned replied, making Gwen and Kate groan.

“Has he said anything about me?” You asked but didn’t look at Ned so it didn’t look like you were interested.

“More like has he said anything that wasn’t about you.” Ned scoffed. “I think the area around his eyes and nose is permanently red now. He’s always crying. Or singing with his headphones in. He really likes that one Big Time Rush song. The one Kendall sang to Jo when she showed up with the sign.”

“I know the one.” You smiled. You had watched that episode with Peter once, back when you didn’t know it was Peter.

“How does that make you feel? That he misses you?” Gwen asked and carefully watched for your reaction.

“I’d be offended if he didn’t.” You answered honestly.

“So you still care about him?” Ned asked in surprise.

“Of course I do. I can’t just flip a switch and stop. I lo-“ You quickly cut yourself off and didn’t admit that you loved him. You didn’t want your friends connecting the dots the way MJ did so you couldn’t tell them the full extent of your feelings.

“I really cared about him.” You said instead. “This doesn’t change that. I just can’t be his friend anymore. I’ll care from a distance.”

“Heads up.” Ned said and nodded at something behind you. You turned and saw Peter leaving a class, his eyes already on you. Your heart pounded as he made his way over and gave you a weak smile.

“We’ll give you two some privacy.” Gwen said and pulled Kate and MJ away.

“Hey.” Peter said once you were alone.

“You heard all that, didn’t you?” You asked him. “You told me you once that you had super human hearing or whatever. Could you hear us?”

“I could.” He admitted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to but I can’t help what my ears pick up.”

“It was a private conversation. You should’ve just left your class and walked away.”

“But I wanted to talk to you.”

“Well I don’t want to talk to you.” You rolled your eyes and walked away from him.

“Please.” Peter begged as he followed you. “I’ve been going out of my mind all week. It’s killing me that we don’t speak anymore. Is this really the end for us?”

“I already told you it was.” You said without stopping.

“I made a mistake. A huge one, I admit that. I should’ve just told you. I’m so sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry.” You reminded him. “There is nothing more to say here, Peter. You’re sorry and I don’t forgive you. That’s the end.”

“It can’t be the end. Please, I’ll do anything to make this right.” He pleaded with you. You could hear how desperate he was and you wanted to comfort him, but you knew you couldn’t.

“There is nothing you can do.” You said simply. You kept walking and this time, he stayed behind.

“But I still love you.” He shouted, making you freeze. Everyone in the hallway was staring at the two of you as you made your way back to him. He looked at you with hope in his big brown eyes as you leaned in close to his ear.

“I loved Spiderman. Not you.” You whispered and walked away again. Peter was quick to follow after you.

“But I am Spiderman.” He whispered back. “All those things I said as Spiderman, that was all me. I never lied to you about anything except for who I was under the mask. Every conversation we ever had was honest and sincere. I didn’t understand why I was suddenly able to connect with you when I was Spiderman, but I didn’t really care. All I knew was that I was finally getting to know you after trying for years as Peter. I didn’t want it to end, so I never told you the whole truth. I know it was incredibly stupid and selfish of me, but I just wasn’t ready to let you go yet.”

You stopped walking and turned to face him. Peter stepped back a little when he saw that your expression had gone from annoyed to straight up angry.

“That’s a long winded way of saying you lied. If that’s what you told yourself to feel better about lying to me, that’s fine. But don’t expect me to believe it.” You snapped and walked away again. Peter didn’t follow you this time and he didn’t show up at your dorm that night.

You went almost a full week without anymore interactions with Peter. You still saw him in the hallways and in class, but he had left you alone for the most part. That being said, he was always staring at you. Even when you didn’t look at him, you knew his eyes were on you.

“Okay, class. For todays lab, I’m pairing you up. You and your partner will look an onion cells and determine what stage they are in.” Your once a week science lab professor announced as he passed out worksheets. You could feel Peters eyes on you from a few rows back but didn’t turn around as you listened to the partners being listed off. Your anxiety grew as the number of available classmates dwindled and neither you or Peter had been called yet.

“Parker, L/n, you’re partners.” Your professor said finally. You let out a frustrated groan, even though you probably should’ve seen that one coming.

“Can I switch partners?” You asked as you raised your hand.

“All partnerships are final.” The professor replied.

“But it’s just a random lab.” You pointed out.

“Onions are never random.” He replied. You rolled your eyes as Peter slid into the seat beside you.

“Sorry you’re stuck with me.” He said sincerely rather than sarcastically.

“It’s probably better if we don’t talk.” You said and looked into the microscope.

“Look, Y/n, I’m really-“

“If you tell me you’re sorry right now, I’m going to shove this microscope up your ass.” You interpreted. “It’s anaphase.”

“Thanks.” Peter replied and wrote the answer down. “But I really am sorry. What I did-“

“Was fucked up.” You cut him off. “You used my crush on Spiderman as some perverted way to get into my life. Who does that? And it’s prophase.”

“I just wanted to know you so badly. It was my only way in.”

“If you had to resort to lying to get in, maybe you never belonged there in the first place.” You laughed shortly and switched the specimen under the microscope before looking into it.

“I know that now. But you have to admit, we had a real connection. We both said that we had never felt that way before. You were my first love and I know I was yours. That means something to me. Is there any way we can get back to that?”

You were holding back tears as you looked into the microscope. He was right about that part. He was your first love. And you hated it just as much as he did that you had to break up. But that didn’t mean you were just going to pretend what he did never happen.

“Metaphase.” You said in a small voice. Peter realized you were on the verge of tears and quickly got a packet of tissues out of his bag.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” He said and handed you a tissue.

“Do I need to separate you two?” The professor asked.

“Yes.” You said as you got up and ran out of the classroom. Peter got up and ran after you, but you had already disappeared into the girls room to cry in a stall.

Kate caught up with you later on after witnessing what happened during the science lab. She had already texted Gwen about it and asked her to meet up by your locker.

“So. That seemed pretty intense in there. You okay?” Kate asked as she squeezed your arm.

“Yeah. I’m okay, thanks. He was just apologizing again.” You explained as you tossed some books in your locker.

“For what? I’m seriously dying to know what happened. I’ve started creating all these possibilities of what it was in my head and they’re getting crazier every time.” Gwen laughed a little. You gulped when you thought of her possibly figuring things out the way MJ did and decided to throw them both off Peters scent.

“Actually, it doesn’t matter anymore. I forgave him. It was never a big deal. I was just being dramatic.” You lied without looking at them.

“Oh, okay. So we can all be friends again?” Kate asked and she exchanged a suspicious look with Gwen.

“Yeah. Sure. Why not?” You replied, sounding more sarcastic than you intended.

“Cool. I’ll tell Ned that Peter is out of exile. I never actually got Peters number.”

“I did.” You thought to yourself. “And I didn’t even know it.”

That night, you went to Peters apartment to talk to him. You laughed to yourself at the irony of pressing “Parker” on the intercom and thought of the time he snuck you in through the window so that you wouldn’t know who really lived there. His aunt buzzed you in and you made your way to his floor. When Peter opened the door, he did a double take at the sight of you.

“Hi.” You said with a nervous smile.

“Hi. What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you. I’m always happy to see you. Is this about the science lab today? We got an A on our lab. I finished the rest of yours after you left. I’m sorry you had to leave. But now you’re back so I’m hoping everything is okay. Is everything okay?” He stumbled over his words and quickly stopped talking to let you explain.

“I need to talk to you about something.” You said, and he felt himself grow hopeful with every word.

“Okay. Come in.” He smiled and stepped to the side. You were twisting your rings around your fingers, something he knew you did when you were anxious. You looked guilty about something and Peter could hardly imagine what you were about to say.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“It’s about us.” You said, making his hope grow even more.

“Oh, okay. What is it?”

“I’m really sorry, but MJ figured it out.” You told him and held your breath as you waited for his reaction.

“Figured what out?” He asked, trying to hide his disappointment when he realized the conversation wasn’t going to be about getting back together.

“Why you and I are fighting.” You replied. Peter realized what you were implying and felt his stomach drop.

“So she knows about me? That I’m…”

“I swear, she put it together all on her own. I didn’t say anything. I never would say anything. I’d never put you at risk like that. But yes, she knows.” You told him. He could hear how apologetic you sounded but all he could think about was someone he didn’t know very well knowing his biggest secret.

“Oh God.” He whispered and stressfully ran his fingers through his hair. You went over to him and rubbed his back to comfort him.

“I’m really sorry. I tried to deny it but once she convinces herself of something, you can’t change her mind. But I promise, I didn’t tell her. And I made sure she knows she can’t say anything to anyone either.” You assured him, hoping that would help calm him down.

“Do you trust that she’ll keep it a secret?” He asked you, realizing in that moment how close you were to him.

“I do.” You nodded. “But then again, I don’t always trust the right people.”

“Right.” Peter smiled sadly. “I guess it’s okay then. And I don’t blame you. It’s not exactly impossible to put two and two together. Thanks for telling me, though. Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

“No, actually. She figured it out pretty easily. And I can see why. It’s like you said, it’s not impossible to put two and two together. It’s weird that I broke up with the mystery guy I was crazy in love with at the same time you and I stop being friends. I’m worried that if MJ figured it out, other people will too.”

“Well, Ned already knows.” Peter admitted, making your face fall in disappointment.

“Before you get mad, he’s been trying to get me to tell you from the beginning. He was on your side.” Peter assured you.

“Oh. Okay.” You nodded and felt better.

“But you might be right about Gwen and Kate figuring it out. What should we do?”

“I already told them that you and I made up. That way, they’ll stop hounding me about why we aren’t friends anymore. I think it’s best if we just go back to the way things were between us when we’re around them. But I’m still mad at you. I’m just gonna pretend we’re okay so nobody gets suspicious and starts thinking too much.”

“Oh. So go back to barely speaking while sitting at the same table?” Peter asked, not bothering to hide his disappointment this time.

“Yeah. It shouldn’t be too hard to convince them. It’s not like we were chummy before.”

“And what about when we’re not with them? How do we act?” Peter wondered.

“We can just ignore each other.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. It was a huge deal, and it killed you to have to say, but it was what had to be done.

“I could never ignore you.” Peter said quietly. You looked up at him, but he was looking down at the ground. You didn’t know why, but you felt the overwhelming urge to make him feel better.

“This isn’t easy for me either, okay?” You in a soft tone.

“What isn’t easy?” He asked as he looked up on confusion.

“Being apart from you. Breaking up. Not speaking. All of it.” You answered him. Peters eyes softened for a moment before looking down again.

“It seems like it is.” He mumbled.

“Well it’s not. It’s killing me too, okay? It kills me that we’re not together. I never wanted this outcome. But I need to have some self respect. I let everything be on your terms during the relationship and I convinced myself I was okay with that but I wasn’t. I had no control when we were together. You had all the power and it’s my fault because I let you have it. I practically gave it to you that first day on the street. But I need to start standing up for myself and not let people treat me the way you did. I’m gonna try to learn from this because I can’t imagine what else all this heartache is for if not a lesson.”

“What lesson is that?”

“That from now on, if it costs me my peace, it’s too expensive.”

“Was I expensive?” He asked with a sad smile. You returned the sad smile as you thought of the brief but impactful love story you and Peter shared.

“You bled me dry.” You answered honestly.

Silence filled the room as the two of you stared at each other. In that moment, you were both shifting gears. You were deciding that Peter had suffered enough and while you didn’t agree with his actions, he didn’t deserve to be punished forever. You were going to forgive him and eventually, work our way back to your relationship. Unbeknownst to you, you came to that conclusion while Peter was deciding that he cared about your happiness more than his own. You deserved your peace, and as long as he was trying to get you back, you wouldn’t have it. So he decided to let you go.

“I should go.” You said and started walking towards the door.

“Thanks for coming up with that idea. And for keeping my secret.” Peter said as he walked you out.

“Always.” You told him, and you meant it. He opened the door for you but gently caught your arm.

“Uh, Y/n?”

“Yeah, Peter?”

“I hope your find your peace.” He said sincerely.

“Thanks.” You smiled. “Me too.”

The next day, you heard a knock at the door and felt your heart skip a beat. MJ got up and looked through the peephole.

“It’s Peter. I’ll tell him to go away.” She said and went to open the door.

“No, it’s okay. I got it.” You said quickly and got up. You smoothed your hair and fixed your shirt before opening the door.

“Oh, hi.” You smiled and pretended to be surprised.

“Hi.” Peter smiled softly.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him. Peter took a deep breath and you could tell he was about to say something he didn’t want to say.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m not gonna bother you anymore. I lied and that hurt you. I’ll never stop being sorry for that. If you ever find that one day you can forgive me, I will always be waiting. But for now, I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want. Is that what you want?”

That wasn’t what you wanted at all. You wanted to start taking steps towards forgiving him and rekindling your relationship. You tried to tell him that he didn’t have to do that, but the words got caught in your throat. You couldn’t bring yourself to invite him to go for a walk and talk things over. Not after the speech you gave him the night before about protecting your peace. So instead of saying how you felt, you just nodded your head. Peters face crumbled but he nodded in understanding.

“Okay. Bye.” He nodded again and turned to leave. You opened your mouth to stop him but all that came out was a squeak. Peter turned around suddenly and you smiled, thinking he read your mind.

“Just know that I loved you. And I always will.” He told you and turned to leave again.

“I love you too.” You called after him. Peter stopped walking and hung his head for a minute before turning to look at you.

“You mean loved?” He corrected you to the past tense with a sad smile.

“No.” You replied. “I mean love.”

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[falling-heights]

Ascended Astarion/Tiefling!Tav Pt. 3

Summary: You confront Astarion, and he reveals his plans

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Warnings: Astarion is a manipulative little shit, demeaning words and actions, power dynamics, gaslighting, abusive behavior. Not a happy chapter.

He did not respond at first, eyes lowering as he pondered something. After a few moments however, his smile returned, devilish enough to be mistaken for one, if not for the lack of horns. He mused to himself as he looked down at you, admiring the ensemble you had put on for him, seemingly pleased with it. He released his hold, beckoning you to follow him as he made his way back to the mahogany desk.

"Come sit, a poor thing like you must be exhausted from all that trifling chatter," His tone was patronizing, belittling. You hesitated to comply, causing his head to tilt once more. His smile faltered for a moment, becoming annoyed before the flash of his teeth returned. "My dearest, I'm afraid I haven't got the time for idle gossip. Unless, of course, you're too desperately lonely tonight to stand being unattended. I can fetch one of the spawn to indulge in-"

"I'm not..." You cut him off, laughing in disbelief, appalled at the thought. You remained where you stood, much to Astarion's displeasure. You were somewhat angry now, much of your hesitancy gone, allowing the words to slip out without much thought. "Speak honestly, am I so easy to brush off to you? That you would rather hand me off to one of your servants than treat me as your own?"

"Don't be stupid, my pet," His voice lowered dangerously, like a warning that you should tread carefully. His words sounded poisonous, laced with false sweetness. "You should be more grateful for what I've given you. We are so close to taking this city for our own, and yet you stand here to demand more of me? Tell me, then, what more can I give you? What more shall you demand until you are satisfied?"

You didn't respond, knowing it would further waste your time. You inhaled sharply, keeping your head held high. Red eyes watching your every move, narrowed and irate. You were dealing with a predator instead of your dear partner.

There was something about submission that seemed to give him purpose, as though he sought to exhort it in everyone he ever met. A part of you knew it would be easily to simply surrender yourself to him, but you would not bend so easily to him. If you could deny yourself your inheritance, reject the very blood that conceived you, you could just as well resist a vampire ascendent's temptation.

Denying Bhaal, denying your Urge, killing Orin, all of it allowed you to begin a new life, free from any sort of expectation. A life you had once hoped could have been shared with the one you chose to love. However, you would not allow yourself to repeat the cycle of control. If your lover sought to dominate you rather than play an equal part in your life, then you would simply continue it without him.

His eyes wondered for a moment, reading your face before again scrutinizing your figure. Finally, he sighed, lips twisting into a knowing grin.

"Darling, you taunt me so cruelly," His attention turned away from you to his desk. Various papers and documents were scattered in a messy, yet organized manner. Trade deals, guilds contracts, events within the city. He was networking, garnering trust amongst the most influential parties, securing his seat amongst them. There were very few times he actually allowed you to look through the various annals, though that did not stop you from allowing yourself access every now and again. Manners were kept to a degree, if nothing more than to respect his privacy, but his need to keep his ordeals a secret made you question his intent.

"You might find this particular arrangement interesting," Astarion sifted through the stacks of sheets, leafing through them looking for something specific. He hummed as he found what he was looking for, raising a singular slip of paper, holding it out to you, though demanding that you approach to take it. You obliged, approaching him quietly to take it from his hand. You gave him a cautious look before grasping the paper. Confusion washed through you as you read the scrawled words.

"What is this?" Various names of well-known patrons were written on the page, along with every asset they owned. Brothels, bank vaults, ship ports, temples, every shop and trade that they sponsored; all neatly arranged and documented, with the value of each labeled. You looked up at him for an explanation, but he looked expectantly, waiting for you to continue reading. One particular location stood out to you above everything else: the House of Grief. The Sharran temple had remained barren since it was decimated by your companions.

"This, little gem, is the final motion," He gently took the paper from your hands before you were allowed to look at it any further. His hand lifted to play with your hair, seemingly engrossed in its silkiness. "I've been tracking the ventures of our dear friends in the upper city. Every coin they bleed from this city, every person they commission, every inch of property they've acquired. I can place each and every name by its worth into a single number."

He positioned himself behind you, pulling your waist against his, and wrapping his arms around your torso in a tight embrace. Proximity to him felt alien compared to anyone else. He was never warm, physically. Sometimes it felt like being pressed against a stone wall.

"I told you we were close…" He brought a hand up to caress your neck so delicately. "Tell me, my dear, who do you think has the most influence over this city?"

"Whoever controls the most resources," A ripple of goosebumps erupted from his frigid touch as you spoke quietly. "And whoever has the most connections."

"Good girl," He leaned down to kiss your neck lightly. He pulled away after a singular peck, placed knowingly against a spot he once loved to suckle. His voice was low. "You've always been a clever little soul."

He released you then, suddenly, as though nothing had happened to begin with. It left you frazzled, nervous. He was teasing you, it was more than obvious, but it was working all the same. How bitter it felt to still crave the touch from something that left you feeling scorned. As though his fingers bled into you like daggers, and you wished for it all the same.

"Not far from now, I shall invite each name on this list to celebrate a newfound partnership, or sorts," He held up the paper once more, an uncouth look in his eyes. More hungry and eager than you had seen in a long while. "I will gift them what every slimy little pig with coin dreams of, and we shall reap upon their fortunes together, my love."

"You're going to turn them?" The response to his plan sounded more condemning than you intended, but it didn't match the confoundment you felt. "You're going to turn the most egomaniacal, power-hungry people in this city into spawn? Are you mad?"

"Oh come now, this is quite tactful," He laid out more documents, revealing contract after contract that would essentially give him dictatorship over each and every resource within the city. From agriculture, black markets, commerce of industrial goods, even to the guilds. All of it would be under his control. He wasn't just going to stop there, you realized. Guilds had little influence aside from corruption and intimidation. It would take him years to make enough spawn if he wanted to overthrow the any sort of established order. But if he hired Nine-Fingers to provide him arms, then he wouldn't have to wait at all. "You couldn't possibly have expected me to enter this game fairly, did you? Did you want me to wait another hundred years so I could slowly do what I can do now in a single night?"

"What about the Flaming Fist?" You asked earnestly. "You can't seriously expect Duke Ravengard to give you sovereignty?"

"You have far more faith in the stability of the Duke and his infantry. He is simply another wrinkle that needs ironing out if this is to go smoothly," Astarion seemed indifferent to it all, musing to himself as though he were excited to see its downfall. "The Duke has been replaced before, I'm sure you remember it well. You helped in it after all, even if you can't remember."

Your nose wrinkled at his remark. He should know better than to bring up that time, as though your past actions didn't haunt you any less then than they did now.

"I do not plan to fail where Gortash did, however. He had the support of the public, but nothing with structure. I, on the other hand, will have every significant figure at my disposal," He discarded everything back onto the table, leaning over it calmly. "I think it will all be rather easy, in the end."

"You're going to overthrow the entire system? The Duke?"

"Well, I would like to try and persuade him first," He mused, relishing at the thought. "But, I suppose that's a simpler way of phrasing it."

"You're not being serious," You looked at him with wide eyes, almost wanting to laugh at the mere idea. "Do you understand how much dissension that would cause? You intend to unseat not only the Duke of the city, but Wyll's father? What is he meant to do?"

"Dear Wyll has poor taste in companions. He always has, I'm afraid," Astarion examined his nails, cleaning what little dirt may be beneath them. "His own folly will not stop me from claiming what is owed. In fact, I just had a thought-- he would make for a most delicious steward, don't you think-"

You were quick to descend your rage upon him, raising your hand to lay a singular unbending strike across his virtuous face. Your head shook with fury, nose scrunched further in disgust. His head twisted upon the impact, surprise riddled all over his gorgeous face.

"He was your friend. They all were, how can you talk about any of them like that?" You hissed, craning your neck up at him. When his head finally returned to meet yours, a furious hatred gleamed within his eyes, hotter than the hells. His teeth glistened upon the grimace that twisted his features. You sighed, finding that your distress was not waning. "I don't know what I expected from you when you promised me the city. I was too naïve to take you that seriously, too blinded to see what would happen to you in that pursuit."

"I don't need to take take this from the likes of you," He stood straight, gaining advantage over you in height alone, and towering over you. His shadow obscured every inch of your figure, and in his shade, you were consumed. However, you ignored him, continuing to prattle your convictions like a saint.

"We've both changed so much since we came back to this city," You started, shaking your head, looking at him indignantly. You should have known better, it would have been much easier to have just left without a word. To have never started a scene, but you wanted closure. You wanted to ensure there was no chance that you would willingly return to the man before you. "You're cold, distant. You regard me with the same affection your spawn. You promise me everything except yourself. I hardly recognize you anymore. Not since Cazador--"

"Do not speak that creature's name." When he moved, you did not know, but it was quick and silent. One hand immediately latched onto your jaw, bruisingly tight, the other around your horn, much like a handle, holding your head in place. You tried to pull away instinctually, but his fingers curled around one of your horns, painfully straining your neck and pulling you back into place. The duress in his words sent goosebumps along your spine, and your voice caught in your throat. "That worthless memory should die like everything else that's in the past. You know better than that to test me, my heart."

"What is this even worth to you now?" Your voice was hushed, but angry. You held firm onto your resolve, if only dwarfed by his unnatural strength. "You said this wouldn't change you. It wouldn't change anything between us. You made a promise."

"I promised to give you everything, and nothing less. And just as I'm close to manifesting that, you have doubts?" Astarion's pull on your horns tightened, and he ignored the cry you produced in response. "You're fate is mine to decide. You made your choices, rejected your heritage, left all of it behind. What else do you have left but me?"

You lashed at him with your nails, trying to free yourself from his grip like a cornered animal. He ignored your cries of anger, only tightening his grip the more you struggled.

"No one cares about you like I do, love." Your whimpers melded into shallow sobs as his words bit into your heart. There were many emotions melding into your whole being. Hatred, fear, and in some sick masochistic manner, the love that still lingered. He hushed you quietly, pulling you into his arms once you stopped resisting his hold. His hand cradled your head as you clung onto his sleeves desperately. "You're lucky I chose you to be my consort. Who else would put up with your antics?"

In a moment of clarity, your sobs ceased, and you gazed up at him, finding his eyes to be all too passive.

"I think it would have been better to have killed you than to witness what you have evolved into," His hold stiffened, put off by the detached tone in your voice. "And yet I cannot let go, and your hubris is my undoing. Why do you think I put up with this torment?"

Your lips trembled, emotions finally catching up to your words as all of it welled up in your eyes. Your tongue clicked as a hurt gasp escaped your lungs, knowing this was the end of it all.

"I can't believe how stupid I was, thinking you would do anything but lie your way through everything," You shoved him away, gathering yourself once more, looking upon the disconcerted vampire with a passive sort of anguish. As though once again visiting the grave of someone once important. "This is nothing more than a sick perversion. I won't allow myself to be subjugated by you any longer."

You turned, leaving him in silence, keeping your resolve until you were far enough to be away from his eyes. They burned into you like hot coals with each step as you exited the study. Though you did not glance back. You would not give him the pleasure of seeing you cry again. However, you did not stop the tears from falling once you were safely distant from his presence. Disappointment mingled with the torture of it all. A small, pathetic little part of you still hoped that he would chase after you, apologize, and promise to make it all better. But no footsteps followed you down the halls. Nothing gripped you by the shoulders to turn you around as you made it all the way into the palace's kitchen. Where Moira stood solemnly, bag laid by her feet, quarterstaff in one hand, and cloak in the other.

You paused for a moment to look at her, thinking of all the lonely moments she had replaced with her company. She was not a friend, but something else. If nothing more, she was a reminder that you deserved more than what you were given, and for that you were grateful. You would have liked to thank her properly one day, but you doubted that you would ever see her again. She did not regard you with words, rather, she simply bowed her head as you wrapped yourself in the warmth of the cloak, knowing the truth as much as you. Instead, a moment of communal silence was shared, of respect for one another.

You stooped down to grasp the handles of the bag, hoisting it onto your shoulders, and exiting the palace through the servant's entrance. This forsaken place was behind you as soon as the air hit your face, now nothing more than a bad memory in hindsight.

Letting out a sniffle, you made your way into the dark streets of the city.

Now, your only concern was finding a warm place to sleep.

[n30nwrites]

Chapter 5 - Shake

Good Doggy Masterlist

Warnings - Being Drunk, Lighting a fire, Glitter

Beta Reader/Editor/My Savior who has to deal with me writing on 2 hours of sleep: @letmelickyoureyeballs

You walked Soap and Gaz  to his house, convinced that he would follow you into yours if you didn't. You were greeted by Ghost. He opened the door on your first step onto the porch. "Get in." He tells both Soap and Gaz. "Price needs to talk to you." He looks at Gaz specifically.

"Tell your Alpha to control his pack." You say, "I've been with Soap for 6 hours."

"Tell him yourself."

You nodded, still looking at his mask. You didn't like looking at his eyes, it made your body feel strange. Ghost could be considered attractive, build-wise. He was wearing a black tank top and sweatpants. He had a multitude of scars covering his body, and a large burn covering the left side. His chest was large, distractingly so.

“Why do you have glitter on you?” 

"...," You look down at your chest, it was a strange thing, to glow again. Or more like shimmer, but it did remind you of your old self, just a smidge. "Bye."

(Sierra played by Indya Moore because pretty women~)

So why did you have glitter?

It was near the end of your shift, you had done your side work, cutting up the fruits needed and stocking everything. The club was slowing down, people still being here was a slight surprise, but you guessed it was just that type of town.

Sad drunks, desperate for something, an adventure.

Soap was still with you, which you were surprised about. You thought he would leave a few hours ago, but he just sat in the corner, staring at you.

It was creepy.

"Bartender, another Whiskey Sour!" She's pretty, she has stars drawn on her face along with small hearts, bold makeup, and a small dress. Body glitter everywhere, which made you recall when Maya thought to do that one night.

Since that night, glitter has been banned from your house.

"The bar has been closed down Ma'am." You tell her, making her water. She seemed out of it, enough for you to look around for someone, a friend that could've brought her here. "Drink this."

She drinks it quickly, like it's a shot almost. "Give me another." She coos, "tastes so good."

"Where are your friends?"

"They left." She moaned, "I love this song."

No music was playing.

"We're closing. It's time for you to get an Uber."

"I'll walk." She slurs her words, confident in herself as she chugs down another water. "You're much cuter than the other bartender."

You rub the bridge of your nose, adjusting the sunglasses you had on your face slightly. You felt sad for the pretty girl, her name could be Amanda or Mila.

Really you were just pulling these names out of your ass from actresses you can remember.

She stumbles a bit. Her purse slips off her shoulder and crashes to the floor. She doesn't even seem to register it, nor does she seem to be there herself. 

You clock out, and go around the counter. Soap seems to notice as he follows behind. You pick up the purse and she looks up, her eyes unfocused. You grab her wallet and find her license. "Alright Sierra, you seem to live around here so let's get you home.”

“You sure you’re not gonna kidnap me?” She leans on you, stumbling to the side and you grab her. All you can think about is that this glitter is going to stay forever.

“Not the plan.” Soap seems to glare at this girl, “Pull up the directions for her house.” You hand him the ID, watching as he gets on his phone reluctantly. 

“She’s 5 minutes fae 'ere” He says, tucking his phone back in his pocket before grabbing her purse and putting her ID in. “Are we taking your car or mine?”

“You’re joining me?” You ask, not surprised at the idea, just surprised he had the balls to ask. 

“Of course, gotta make sure you’re safe.”

“Protective doggy…” You tease slightly, “I was just gonna carry her, I don’t have a car.” Soap gives you a confused look, he could’ve sworn you were at the driver side of a Jeep when you first arrived, he didn’t fully understand it but he knew that if he had asked, you wouldn’t have given him the truth.

“Put her in the back.”

You realize you had to make a decision, and you were tired so that decision wasn’t the brightest one.

Which is probably why you were most comfortable standing naked outside in your backyard, with all your clothes in a barrel that was on fire. You were staring at it, the embers reminded you of home, but it wasn’t warm enough. The fire was inviting in a way, but if you kept staring you knew that your father would attempt to contact you, and you didn’t want to deal with that right now. So you turned away and grabbed the hose, turning on the cold water and rinsing yourself off, scrubbing with an unused cleaning sponge as your skin turned a darker shade from how hard you were scrubbing.

Anything to not bring glitter into the house.

Good thing the back door was unlocked.

You woke up at 1 p.m. still naked from the morning. You didn’t have an alarm clock, just trusted yourself to wake up before your shift. You shuffle out and grab some boxers from the floor, pulling them up and washing your face before brushing your teeth.

It was your breakfast time. 

Walking out of your bedroom, your dog greets you. He laid right outside your door, the only reason he wasn’t in your bedroom that night was because he was lying with Maya and you didn’t want to wake her up. 

He stood up immediately and you bent down to pet her, she smiled, which some have described as a murderous smile but that’s just cause she's all fangs. You stand back up and she follows after.

You can hear noises in the living room, voices that make you wary until you hear Maya’s. You trust she can handle herself. She was top of her class after all.

That is until you see who’s in your living room.

“Well, I could’ve put more clothes on.”

NEXT

Sorry for the long awaiting response! If anyone wants to be a part of a taglist I can make one because I know how annoying it is to look for fanfics and especially when you accidentally forget about it-

[sirianasims]

Chapter 43.1

Midnight Blues

Winter was slowly relaxing its grip on the city. I stared at the grey skies and took a deep breath to steel myself. As always, getting from the hotel to the safety of a taxi was the scary part. Behind me, Paul was putting on his coat.

“Julia? Got everything?”

“Yeah, let’s go. But first…”

I moved in to kiss him and he kissed me back, the kind of kiss that reminded me why I kept doing this, why I put up with the endless hotels and paparazzi and anxiety. His hands were on my waist and I wished we had more time, that we didn’t have to keep saying goodbye every week.

He started pulling away but I wasn’t done, I would never be done with him, and I couldn’t help but make a small frustrated sound that made him smile.

“Wait, Julia, before we leave… You’re so very distracting, I completely forgot to talk to you about my birthday.”

“Your birthday? But that’s in what, two months?”

“I know, but since it’s the big 40, I was thinking about going to Tartosa for a few days, throw a party for the whole family. And I thought it’d be a good time for you to meet everyone. I know it’s a lot of people at once, but they’re going to adore you, I know they will.”

“Ah. Right.” My mouth went dry. Paul reached up and ran his fingers through my hair, looking slightly puzzled.

“Julia? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just… it’s a big step, meeting your entire family. It feels so… serious.”

He frowned. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, suddenly had a wary edge that made my heart race.

“Yes? I am quite serious about this. About us. I thought I’d made that clear. I love you and I imagine a future with you in it.”

I swallowed hard, feeling the words catch in my throat.

“I love you too, Paul, I really do, but…” My voice trailed off as I searched for the right words. “I’m just not sure if I’m ready for things to get that serious.”

He lifted my chin, his eyes searching mine. “Julia… tell me, what exactly did you expect from this relationship?”

“I… I just wanted to be with you.”

He took a step back and it felt like an invisible wall had suddenly appeared between us.

“But for how long? Why are you still in this relationship if you’re not planning to be in it for the long haul? What are we doing here, Julia?”

Tears stung my eyes as I struggled to respond. I loved him, but the thought of deciding what the rest of my life would look like scared me more than I could express.

“I don’t know, Paul. I want to be with you, but I’m still figuring things out. I’m just… I’m not ready for that kind of commitment yet.”

There was a long, painful silence before Paul spoke again, quietly, his voice tinged with resignation.

“I can’t wait around forever, Julia. I’m sorry, but I need more than this, more than you’re able to give me right now. I think… I think it’s best if we part ways.” 

I felt a wave of despair as the reality of his words sank in, threw my arms around him as if I could physically stop him from leaving me.

“No! No, Paul, wait, please, can’t we just…” I desperately tried to think of something to say, some magic words that would change his mind, but I knew it was useless. The deep sorrow in his voice told me that he’d already made his decision.

Paul held me for a moment, but his body felt different against me now, distant and foreign like he was already a stranger. I breathed in the familiar scent of citrus and olive soap on his skin, clung to him until he gently but firmly removed my arms from around his neck.

“I get it, Julia. You’re right, you deserve space to find yourself without the pressure of my… expectations. You’re still so young, and you have every right to take your time. But I can’t wait in limbo. I have to move on.”

I sobbed into his chest, barely able to form words.

“Paul, don’t leave me. Don’t. Please. I love you.”

His voice was soft when he continued, but the finality in his words echoed in the hollow where my heart used to be.

“I love you too, Julia. So much. But I can’t spend years waiting for someone who has no idea whether they’ll ever want to be with me or not. I want someone who knows.”

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[v3nusxsky]

OMG YES PLEASE! Beauty Bar chapter 2! 🥺❤️

Pretty please? I don’t want to make a specific request, bc I really wanna see what you planned for it!

Beautiful| nsfw

*Authors note~ a long awaited part two for Bar Beauty, I love this so much and I hope you guys love it just as much as I do*

Triggers warnings~ KNIFE KINK (don't read If it isn't your thing) mistress kink, dom Leo sub r sex slave? R is a stripper sorry not sorry Humiliation degrading praise strap on, oral, sex toys, semi public sex blindfold kink biting kink? Breeding kink safe words

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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You were left to rock slightly until you naturally stopped. Then she lowered you to the sofa before scooping up your body and taking you into a private room. There she cleaned you up and got you food and water before sitting down to give you whatever physical attention you needed. The start of a beautiful relationship, bloomed from that one night at Happy Hours.

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From that night on, you became her submissive. She explained how she wasn't truly looking for anything but a way to blow off steam and that was fine for you. A recent rough break up meant you weren't ready to give your heart to another when you were still trying to undo what hurt you. With Leonora being in charge of one of the houses at her boarding school, she had long work hours, which is mainly where she'd call you too. The staff in charge of the houses had their own apartment next to the school but far enough away to provide them with privacy. They were staff not slaves. The contact she had you sign meant you'd be at her beck and call no matter what you were doing. Even your job would be put on hold if she desired you to. In fact your job was something Leo wasn't truly thrilled about but you had every right to strip as you weren't taken. You weren't hers.

At first she was content like that, simple encounters in her apartment and into her office, where you'd be knelt under her desk eating all her stress away or perhaps she would have you spread on her desk as she absolutely ruined your cunt with her cum filled strap on. Taunting you about how vocal you are, "god your such a whore, bet you want everyone out their to hear how good your mistress fucks you huh? I know you do. Nothing more than my little slutty slave." Truly, you look so innocent until she gets you in her office and your nothing more than a desperate whore. It's one of the many things she loves, no she likes, about you.

She let this whole song and dance go on for months, you'd be called to see her excited but anxious for what lay in store, and you'd leave covered in marks and bruises by her. She reminded you often, she did it to mark what was hers. You are hers even if you don't know it yet. Marking you before you would head to the club and strip for money. Again only adding to her point, you like to whore yourself out so you would need constant reminders of who you belong to. Little did she know, you would hide a few with makeup to appease your boss. And the ones that could be hidden by the little clothing that you wore was for your eyes and hers only.

The night it happened you were truly were having an awful night, your last client had gotten pretty handsy. Immediately making you uncomfortable resulting in him being thrown out spewing hateful words. It wasn't hidden that you were a lesbian who didn't mind stripping for males to look but touching was a no go. Practically a tease, apart from the women you'd allow back for a private session which would end up leaving you rather satisfied. Well before you met Leonora at happy hours. In fact you hadn't heard from your domains in a few days and you desperately wanted to get the fell of his hands off you. You had one last set to do before you could leave for the night, which meant you could find the best way to get rid of the feeling. Perhaps she'd call you tonight.

Half way through your set you noticed the fiery curls. The beat dropped allowing you to lean forward exposing more of your cleavage to the prying eyes, when you saw her piercing stormy eyes and you knew, that was how you'd be getting out of her safely. Shooting her a wink you continued and collect your tips before sauntering off the stage where she was waiting to drag you with her. Which she did and you truly had no complaints about it.

It's all hazy how she took you to one of the private back rooms, but you do remember the feeling of her slamming your back to the wall roughly as her lips made their home on your slender neck. A kind of animalistic growl sounded against your neck when she realised you'd covered her big purple mark that resided over your pulse point. Her pearly white teeth nipped at the sensitive skin just enough to give the pleasure mixed with pain that she knew you craved so much. "What a fucking whore, covering mistresses mark on you so those men out there think your a free agent" she growled, "you aren't. You're my slave, my fuck toy, my whore to use and abuse. And you'll remember that by the time I'm done with you."

"I'm sorry mistress, I'm yours please, whatever you need" you whimpered causing the red head to lash out and grab a fistful of your hair and drag you to the sofa in the room before she took her tie and wrapped it round your head to cover your eyes. "Oh I will, and you'll take everything I give you, no complaints. All I wanna hear is those slutty moans you do as I ruin you again and again" she murmured into your ear before nipping the lobe and shoving you away from her body so you lay flat on your back now.

You could hear every article of clothing she took off, drop to the floor with a thud. An innate whine left your being as you realised she'd be on full display now, however all it got you was a smack t the face, "quit your whining you little bitch, that's all you are is a dumb bitch in head that Mistress can use" tears pricked lay your covered eyes at her words, but the waterfall between your legs showed a different story. "Dirty girl, enjoying when I put you down, practically leaking out of that pathetic hole." She whispered before lightly tapping your clit just enough to drive you insane and clambered onto your face.

There is no better smell than her. Instantly you began to eat her out in the way she loves, not too soft but not too rough either. You made sure to give attention to her clit and when she was ready you plunged your tongue into her cunt to scoop out all the juices she made for you only. "God yes! Right there slut! Yes yes yes, don't stop! Don't fucking stop. I don't care if you can't breathe make me cum now!" Her demands faltering slightly due to her hips bucking at just the right angle to cause your nose to bump her clit.  Her legs quivered with how hard she came all over your face, yet you still greedily drank everything she offered you and cleaned her up as good as you could possibly do. Only then when she was sure her legs wouldn't give out did she reach into her pocket.

"What the fuck?" You yelped out in surprise and fear of the unknown, all you knew was the sensation of cold metal pressed against your bare thigh. A quick slap to your thigh with the knife had you gasping in shock once more. "Shut up slut, you want to hide my bruises, even when they look so pretty on your skin, then I'll give you something you can't hide." You knew by her tone she wasn't joking but you also knew you could safe word out of this. It was something you wanted to try yes, but never did you think she would do this to you now and here. She teasingly trailed the point of the knife along your skin for a little while, loving the little gasps you were so poorly trying to hide from her now.

Only when your tears were flowing nicely, did she throw the knife away, "oh don't cry doll, you look so beautiful all smeared im crimson and crying for me love."  Light overwhelmed you for a second as she ripped the tie from your head, rapidly blinking you could see your own blood smeared over your thighs causing you to drop your head back a little dizzily. "Now you fucking stay there or else I will not be responsible for what happens to this slutty body of mine."

A simple nod of understanding had your thong being torn from your absolutely soaked cunt and stuffed into your mouth. "Non verbal cue whore" was all she offered before reaching into her pocket to pull a litre vibrating toy out to attach it to your poor clit. Despite everything you had some fight still left in you, causing you to spit the thong out and bite back, "is that how you give detentions Leonora?" You knew it was risky but you didn't know just how badly

That one comment would affect the red headed woman.

Calmly she picked up the discarded underwear and shoved it back into your mouth, adding more pressure than before causing you to gag around them. "Don't you ever fucking try that stunt again, dumb girl, now I'm gonna have to fuck you with that little friend over there" she nodded to her discarded knife causing your eyes to go wide in fear. That was gonna hurt you. It was an empty threat, you knew that. Yet it was still effective and you immediately stilled your body as you tried to remind yourself of your position, gagging prettily round the make shift gag, "I'll be good! I'm msorry please" over and over until she took pitty on you inserting two of her slender fingers into your eager cunt.

From there she brought you over the edge time and time again until suddenly it was all too much causing you to make a fist and shove it in her line of sight. The older woman recognising it instantly and immediately stopping what she was doing and gently removing her fingers from you and your gag. There you lay on the sofa, eyes rolled back your head and blood poured from some gashed Leonora didn't even remember making. Water poured over her inferno of jealousy allowed her to see the marks from her but also the man earlier in the evening. "Oh I'm sorry y/n, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to go to far. Wake up my darling, wake up" she pleaded with your unconscious body. Guilt now eating her up as she instantly looked around the room for items to tend to your wounds. Thankfully there was just that, and she patched you up murmuring words of praise and reassurance.

When you groggily came back around from the blackness you immediately called out for the red head. "Shh I'm here sweetheart, I've got you. I'm sorry my darling." Her gaze once again finding the new marks that aren't hers, "who did that?" You explained how it wasn't your fault, you didn't want him touching you and that you got him thrown out, but still Leo's heart clenched. "Quit" was all she offered you, "but I- I can't just quit I have bills to play and-" she shook her head taking her hands in yours, "quit y/n and come be with me?" A silence fell over you both before you said no, "not as a sex slave y/n as my partner" she clarified for you. "Like together? A relationship?"

"Yes, with me, I don't want to share you, I don't want you being hurt, when I saw you in Happy Hours I knew I wanted you to be mine. I just wasn't ready to admit it until now, I do really love you darling, and you're all I want." She allowed you moments to collect your thoughts. "A date first?, if all goes well I quit and we give it a go" you concluded causing the redhead to nod and shuffle to cuddle behind you. "Rest here, when your ready I'll drop you home, be ready 7 pm tomorrow for our date my dove." Happy Hours really was the start of something beautiful here, even if it took her too long to realise it.

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[amiie77]

141 Hockey Drabble

I was playing ice hockey with my class today and this guy looked so good skating. So I thought of 141 as hot Hockey Players.

Now I’ve got brain rot of it.

I’m sorry if there are any mistakes, English isn’t my mother language.

MDNI

TW: mentions of blood, food, hot ice hockey players, vomit, cut off finger, bullying, alcohol (tell me if I missed anything)

I tried to do gn!reader. If there isnt, please let me know and I'll change it immediately.

So I imagine all of them as roommates in college. They have pancake sunday and a dinner plan who is assigned to cook that night.

They're hockey players, so don't expect that room to smell nice. Even though they are assigned to have cleaning duty, they don't do it that often.

Trope: "I've been in love with you since years" / Meet cute

He hasn’t played hockey that long yet. He got introduced to it by Price as he saw him skating in gym class once.

Kyle is top of the class and actually has to put in no effort.

Actually gets enough sleep.

Has a great relationship with his mum, the team loves her and she sometimes swears he has three other sons

He makes the best dinners, because he learnt to cook from his mum

I think he is the therapist friend, always there for everybody and sometimes thinks he doesn't deserve the same treatment - all the guys don't think so - he deserves the world.

Soap once tried to bleach his hair, while Gaz was sleeping, which failed and Kyle looked like a handsome student with grey hair

He is very hygenic, not that the other aren't. But he just double cleanses, has this entire skincare. Uses hair oil and moisturizer and stuff - so uses the most space in the bathroom.

He isn't completely against alcohol but he doesn't like being this uncontrollable

When you two meet, you are in the library. Shortly before a breakdown, and Gaz knows you.

Well actually he already likes you, seen you in a few classes of his and he knows you from passing in the halls. Can't even help that his face heats up when the boys were mentioning your name once.

Belly all tingly he approaches your figure. You’re sitting in the library hunched over your laptop, not understanding the whole words on the page. When suddenly there is a warm hand on your shoulder, kind brown eyes and a toothy grin. It makes you smile a tiny bit. He helps you, well he tells you that you didn’t discuss this chapter in class yet and you don’t have to worry.

He invites you to coffee sometimes and makes this attractive lean in while writing his number in your palm. It’s a thing he learnt from Price. But sadly it smudges and you can’t read it later in your dorm. Desperate you try and search for this guy with the kind gentle brown eyes.

When you get a hint from your friend that he probably plays hockey. So you attend a game and there he is number 83. When he sees you in the second halftime he takes his gloves off with his teeth and glides over the ice. “Where were you, mysterious?” Kyle asks/yells over the plastic wall and you smile. “Your number smudged.” Soap is looking amused. Gaz was pining after you for far too long

When eventually Soap lifts Gaz over the plastic barrier and lets you give him your number, typed safely in his phone.

Dating:

I think he would be really annoying but in a funny way? Like tickling you or picking you up. Not letting you out of a hug, talking against your lips during a kiss just because he can.

He'd be the first to introduce you to his roommates. And they all actually like you. Having you join their movie nights or pancake sundays.

Would enjoy taking showers with you, shampooing your hair and body. Introducing you to his skincare and if you have one as well, he'd take time to learn it as well.

Trope: Enemies (Bullies) to Strangers to Lovers?

He is the captain of the team and never skips practice.

Writes mediocre grades.

He’s never seen without signature beanie.

Known for his ‘party hating attitude’ as Soap would call it. Not that he doesn’t drink alcohol, he did and there are pictures

He is the one to order the entire team to be on the ice at 6 sharp.

Loves stealing your clothes, your smell on it makes him feral.

He is husband material, the greenest flag of all.

Always ask people their pronouns, if they have any allergies, even if he already knows

Actually does his cleaning duties

I think he makes the best pancakes (don't tell Soap)

When he meets you the first time;

Middle school is horror for you. Going to school and getting bullied by the big rough boy from second period. You don't even know his name, he just was mean to you since like the third school week. Yes you are smart and enjoy to do school work, that doesn't mean he gets to make fun of you.

So you ignore him and focus on school. Which makes young Price furious. He wants your attention and when he one day in class kicks your chair from behind and it isn't your furious face that he catches, but instead another student, he is disappointed. You get pulled out of this school and are very happy about it. The teachers (for once) realized what was happening and contacted your parents.

When John finds out he cannot forget you.

When he meets you again:

You are at a match and working for the school paper. Interviewing the coach and asking some players questions, catching the captains attention. "Fuck." He murmurs under his breath and put on his helmet before warming up. But when he keeps seeing you, his childhood crush, it makes him feel like a teenage boy again.

His tummy feels sickly. Despite that he manages a goal, for you, but you're not realizing that. Instead jottling down the different moves on the ice. He ‘accidentally’ fouls another player and gets into the penalty box, that catches your attention. Your sweet smile makes him even more tingling. He enjoys your voice and promises to goal for you.

Talking:

You obviously know who he is from the first second. But you've moved on and when he anxiously apologizes to you, you know he changed. He literally aplogizes with everything he can do: flowers, little gifts, food anything you want.

He learnt all the tricks from his old man and now tries to find excuses to be close to you or touch you; compare his hands to yours, saying he is cold. Hugging you everytime he sees you. Acting as if something is in your hair.

And then you ask him: "How do you know if you've got a crush?" The question rips his heart apart. Even he is surprised when he can reply with: "They are all you can think about, smell them even though they are not in the room. Your stomach is tingling and your brain hot. You can't think straight, makes you do weird stuff.." You're surprised and nod only. "Thanks.."

That night a bouquet of flowers is by his door. And a little note: "Thanks for doing the weird things..I like you too" That makes him blush.

Dating:

Later when you two are dating he writes your full name, I mean it every letter of your existence, on his hockey stick and wraps it up with tape. So he is always thinking of you.

Cuddling with each other ends at 5 am, he has to get out on the ice. He'll come back with breakfast for you, fresh showered.

He always runs hot, I mean it. His big body and his dumb hair. Cuddling with him after the cold shower after a match, is a blessing. In Summer you’re dying, hot sweaty body and it doesn’t help that he is clingy. You turn away from his hot body while cuddling, just to get a bit of cold air, and he grabs you by your hips back into his chest. You can whine and complain about it all you want.

I could imagine this trope to be sunshine x grumpy fake dating.

Doesn't have good relationship with his parents, or completely no contact to them; so if you have a good relationship with yours he will love them, if you don't. You two visit the other parents from the team

very silent

not that he isn't social, he just doesn't like talking with all the people

he actually has good grades, even though he spends the classes playing Minecraft.

People actually swoon over his secret behaviours.

He wears a mask in classes and anywhere social, only people who have seen him without it are: Gaz, Price and Soap and later you

He is actually a sweetheart

On christmas day he gifts the roommates those big gifts! And he doesn't even know that it is too much. Got Soap a PS5 / XBox and Price smacks his head; it have must cost him a fortune

Bought Gaz his entire gear after he joined the team.

I think he manages to juggle a job on top of all schoolwork and hockey training

Doesn't drink alcohol, besides beer or some liquoir

I could imagine him as a Goalie. This stern mountain man in the goal, invincible, almost. You’re an apprentice at the school's infirmary (maybe you study medicine or sport medicine; like Nathan Hawkins?)

And when Ghost comes in with a cut of finger you almost vomit. You only know him as Ghost so you write that on the clipboard. After he visited the hospital to stitch his finger on again, he comes to you for weekly check ups. And one day he doesn’t..

So you call that phone number on the dossier and he out of breath tells you he is coming. Ten seconds later twenty other people and Simon, you learned his name after he said it to you finally, stand in your infirmary. You check up on him, all while the audience stare and blush. Your boss shoes them off and leaves you two in peace. He gets you a deal: fake dating. He can’t stand all the people and you will never pay for food again.  You once do, you're stressed out of your mind and go into the cafeteria. Buy yourself something that’ll make you happy. After Simon finds out he is furious, he gives you a twenty and even after bickering with him, he doesn’t want the money back. Only grunts in response. You sigh and leave it alone.

Simon actually does things he would do while dating.

Writing down all things you like: your coffee order, your favorite food, favorite color, the time you wake up, friends you have etc.

It is actually very sweet and he does it unconsciously. After some time Simon talks with Kyle in the kitchen, about this weird feeling in his stomach. Kyle laughs and pats his shoulders, “You’re catching feelings, mate..bring them round some time. Think the boys would like them..” He says and walks out. Leaving Simon dealing with his feelings alone.

Dating:

He asks the guys for help to ask you out, with his real feelings. After he fully explained the story of fake dating. They promise him they’ll keep the apartment empty on Saturday. On that day he visits you in the doctor office. You’re surprised but obviously act along (hiding your true feelings for the giant deep inside). He has to calm himself before talking and asking you out for real. Under the mask he is blushing and your face is warm as well.

He would be awkward at first. But the fake dating warms him up, PDA isn’t his thing. So you keep it on a minimum and he respects and listens if you too, have things you don’t want for everyone to see on display.

I think his trope could be: you fell first but he fell harder

when he loves, he loves with all his might

He has this dorky personality and does those dances on the ice during warm up

Goalie Ghost gets hurt = He has his back and throws everyone on the ice immediately

Has for sure a missing tooth, and loves to show it off.

He'd be the one you'd catch having PopTarts as a midnight snack, after Coach made the team diet for the new season

Has a good relationship with his family, I could imagine him with two older sisters and a younger brother perhaps.

Him and his mum are passionate about cooking and John helping since he was little

He knows his alcohol..until he starts mixing vodka with Baileys than his soda..

once was black out drunk and will never reach that point in his frat boy era ever again.

He is very smart

Enjoys drawing since a young age.

He is quite passionate

Definitely read a romance book once from his sister and screamed through the entire house why it is written porn

He has played hockey for years and had a break for a year for like a broken leg or something. 

I imagine him having trouble in classes (not saying he isn’t intelligent) 

So his teacher set him up for tutoring classes with you. He isn’t very keen on the idea and thinks of abandoning and going to practice but he isn’t allowed on the ice as long his grades are this low.

Even when you arrive he isn't amused, yes youre cute or something but it doesn't help that you think you're smarter than him. You fall for him the second he speaks and try not to be obvious, even if your face heats up and you're tingling all over.

Soap only thinks he is maybe catching feelings for you when he keeps having the thoughts: "Why is he talking to them?" "Who is that?" Or he keeps searching for you in the stands, while he should be playing. 

You two have a lot of tutoring hours and even at his dorm once; because the library was closed and the guys were gone. Soap didn’t want you around them yet and was afraid they would make fun of him. When you get into the room, after he cleaned it and made it smell nice you point out the Jersey, his Jersey.

And he would kill to see you in it. No he doesnt. When he finds out you actually know stuff about hockey he asks more and then finds out your ex was a hockey player he gets mad. He is better than your ex. And he will prove it to you.

Eventually you and him are not required to take tutoring classes again and you kindly smile and get him a gift in the last lesson: Sour gummies. He would kiss you right then and there. He smiles and invites you to their next game.

Prominent number 20 on the field as he gets thrown in the penalty box a lot. Mentally he isn’t at the game and thinks of you, even managing a goal which he dedicates for you.

After the match you meet him outside, stinky and sweaty. Floppy Mohawk which makes you laugh. He gives you a toothy grin and trails after you like a lost puppy. You get him inside the car and drive for him, because he is high on adrenaline and doesn’t trust himself driving, with you. When he keeps stealing glances at you, you smile and look over at him. "What?" "Nothing you are just cute.." His cheeks get red and he groans, your face heats up and smile.

Dating:

He would be a gentleman. Taking you out and buying you gifts over everything. He has a scrapbook in the making, with drawings and pictures of you/and him in it. Little notes hiding in your (school) books.

If he got bored, you’d be his canvas. Little hearts on your arms and legs, anywhere. If you’ve got tattoos they are colored in.

Thanks for reading :)

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Are you still doing the yandere family series?

I am!

But I'm so happy that your interested

Since a new chapter is in the works

I'll give you a little snippet

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A Promise for the Future | Yandere Family

Victor wasn’t often left to wander in the Froth home. Usually Michael or Yulia would take the lead; taking him to play games or listen in on their plans. But they were called away leaving Victor to explore hislove's Michael’s room. 

He admits he was digging deeper than he meant to but he silently cheered as he found many things that helped him understand his love friend. Boxes filled with various baby trinkets, and letters probably meant to never be read. After taking a sneaky look behind him and at the door he began to read. 

“Dear Yulia, 

Your too young now to realize it but our mother is wretch. Today I witnessed the disrespect she showed your beautiful painting of our family. I can’t describe how much I’d love to strangle her but I won’t since you like her so much. 

Baby (Y/n) has been fussy lately. I think its cause their teething or maybe they just like attention. Unfortunately I don’t have time to tell since mother and Dad are pretty fixed on this Appleworth plan. If you ask one day I’ll tell you but for now just know that we need to be friends. At first I thought the purple haired kid named Victor was-”

His reading was cut off by the frustrated cooing two rooms over. He fought with himself. He really wanted to read what his Michael had to say about him but he desperately wanted to investigate. He put the letter back in its place, restoring the hiding space to the best of his abilities before scampering in the direction of sound. 

He knew it was the sound of the baby (Y/n). Even so his heart fluttered and heat tickled his cheek as he came closer to the nursery door. He had seen babies before but as an only child all he got was the limited view from a few parents in his mother’s circle. 

Finally turning the knob he let himself in. Filled with the soft smell that only babies seemed to have. Frustrated gurgles came from the wiggling baby in the cradle. Taking a nearby stool he carefully stood up before looking down at the little (s/c) baby looking up at him. 

“Hi there baby!”

Vincent thinks your the cutest. Its just as Michael rants about when he’s happy, a baby with bright (e/c) eyes and chubby cheeks. He resisted the urge to pinch them. Even as he made kissy and silly faces nothing seemed to distract you, as you continued to fuss. He didn’t know how to pick you up so he picked his brain for what he found comfortable. 

Finally remembering what he could he decided to climbed over the cradle railing. Watching his feet as he in next to you. He happily sniffed in your overwhelming baby-scent as he scooched closer. Breathing in deep he began to rub the baby’s belly. Frustrated to contented coos he happily watched as your eyelids began to droop. Watching you intently, he let his urge to kiss at your plush cheek take over continuing to rub at the baby’s belly. Soon he too began to slip away falling asleep alongside baby (Y/n) with full-intentions to help Michael. He planned to protect you if not for his own ambition than for Michael.

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Halloween Bet Part 1 Reformatted

Halloween Bet Chapter 1 (Reformatted)

Clint agreed to go to a Halloween party with his sister because his sister loves Halloween. She didn’t have anywhere to go or anything to do on the night before Halloween. He would have gone with his girlfriend, but she’s visiting her family for a week and she’s getting back the day after the party. His sister is 20 and he’s 20. He always feels the need to be right or get the last word in with his sister. Clint is 5’8’ as is his sister. Clint isn’t a very muscular guy; he's got more of a slight build. And he has short, light brown hair and green eyes. Clint’s sister is the same height as him. She has dark brown hair and green eyes. She’s quite petite but she’s well formed in the chest and back. Cliff had moved out on his 19th birthday and moved into an apartment building. It wasn’t much, but it was a place to live, the rent was cheap, which was good for him because money is tight.

In Clint's Apartment

Come on! You can be more creative than that!” Clint’s sister was upset because she put so much effort into her costume. She was a zombie nurse, with fake blood and a whole bunch of makeup to make her face look dead and green. He told her he had decided to just buy a ninja costume like he does most years. “I have an idea!” His sister's eyes lit up. ‘I really don’t like that look’ Clint thought to himself. “What is it?” Clint sighed with a hand on his face.

“You could go as a girl!” she could barely hold in her laughter. “Haha yeah right. No way in hell would I do that. Not even YOU’RE that good at makeovers'' He responded awkwardly.

His sister seemed a little hurt by his comments. “I could turn you into a convincing girl! You’ve got the build for it. I’m good at makeup and cosmetics.” He glared at her “No, no, no, no, I’m not doing that.” His sister knows that money is the way to his heart, so she grinned and said slyly “Fancy a wager, big brother?” He thought for a few seconds and responded, “Hmmm. Okay I’ll bite, what’s the wager?” She had a sneaky smile creeping across her mouth as she spoke. “I bet you I could make you so convincing that not even your own girlfriend would recognize you.”

He laughed “Ha, unlikely. So, what happens if she does recognize me?”

“I’ll pay off your rent for a year.”

“Sounds easy enough. What if she doesn’t recognize me?”

This is the part he was worried about.

“If she doesn’t recognize you when we knock on her door, I’ll text her when we get back to the car and let her know about our little bet. You will have to stay as a woman for a week.”

Most people would not take this chance, but Clint was desperate for money and agreed quickly “Deal! But tonight, can I just wear my ninja costume and you can dress me up tomorrow?”

“Tonight, I’ll just let you wear your stupid ninja costume, I’ll cook up a makeover plan for you tomorrow… just you wait….” They stared into each other’s eyes and shook on it.

At the party, Clint saw a few of his friends. He talked to them about the recent football games, as well as hunting. He had a moderate amount of alcohol. Overall, he had a good Halloween party.

The next morning Clint’s sister went to the mall and came back with many bulging bags around 5pm.

“Happy Halloween bro! Are you ready for your makeover?”

*sigh* “Let's just get this over with” Clint responded.

“Okay, so the first thing I want you to do is to shave all your body hair, Clint.”

She handed him a pink razor and some shaving cream.

Clint took them and responded glumly “My whole body?”

“Yup!” his sister said.

Clint got to work spraying the foamy shaving cream all over himself. The cream smelled of cotton candy. It was so sweet it made him feel sick. He shaved his; face, body, arms (and pits) legs, hands, feet, and genitalia. All this took him about an hour and a half. He walked out with his bathrobe on. His sister giggled and said, “You smell AND look amazing!”

“Did you really have to get the scented one? It’s so strong it’s making me sick” he moaned.

“Yes, it's all part of the illusion now, stop complaining, follow me downstairs and I’ll shape your body, Clint.”

Clint sat down and saw his sister pouring glue all over some silicone breast forms. “Why are you putting glue on them!” She glanced sidelong at him “How ELSE are they going to say on stupid? The glue will hold for 2 weeks, but I can get them off in 1 week or a day. I’ll glue all of it so it stays.”

she thought she could remove it, but what his sister didn’t realize was that she had made an error and purchased the wrong glue. She had the solvent for what she thought was the temporary one but she accidentally bought ‘Semi-permanent glue’. There was no solvent for it and the only way to get it off was to wait a full year, so it would start to wear down and other solvents would work.

His sister pressed the breasts hard into his chest and held them there for 15 seconds. She then did the same for the butt pads and hip pads. She even glued on a silicone vagina she had purchased.

“This is soooo damn weird I have the body of a chick” Clint said while feeling his new body.

“You’re welcome. I gave you an excellent form, you’ll make all the girls jealous, also I've decided on our cover story, you’re our cousin who lives a distance away. I’m going as a devil and you an angel.”

“So, I’m in a double costume then…?”

“Yeah”

She then moved into the makeup, she rubbed concealer and foundation all over his face, and bronzed his cheekbones. She glued on long fake lashes and did eyeliner in the waterline and around the eye until it came to a nice wing. She did glossy lips and sparkly golden eyeshadow. She then basically threw glitter in his face. His face was shiny and glittery. She used the same glue to put in light brown extensions to match his hair. She gracefully grabbed her curling iron and gave him some very feminine curls which made it down past his shoulder blades.

“Now for your costume!” His sister clapped her hands together excitedly and handed him a bag. “Put all of it on please.”

He opened the bag and got dressed. He put on the matching white bra and panty set. Slipped into his angel costume, which included a sleek, tight shimmering white dress. The breastplate. While tight, was a beautiful matched the wings. He added the halo as the final touch and stepped out. His sister's eyes lit up and she snapped a picture.

“Hey!” Clint protested.

“Oh, please Clint! You're beautiful! I’ve got to go get into my costume Claire. Please sit tight until I get back.”

“Claire?”

“Yea, that’s the name I decided for you.”

“Fine”

50 minutes later his sister came down in the devil costume.

“Alright let’s drive to your girlfriend's house Claire.”

They arrived with their candy baskets, walked up the steps, and briskly knocked. A gorgeous blonde Caucasian woman answered the door. She was around 5’10”, and had grey-blue eyes with long straight golden blonde hair that went to her hips. She had her bangs pulled to the back and fastened with a white butterfly claw clip. She had pastel blue acrylic nails on. She was wearing a lavender cocktail dress and some sandals. She put one hand on her hip. She saw Clint’s sister and a smile shot across her face.