#it’s like I don’t want drew with someone who assaulted him when he was drunk 😬😬😬

[deliciouspirateangel]

Just wanna say I’m so glad you also dislike Katie’s rapist dumbass. Like people are definitely gonna call me a “misogynist” but Drew deserved better than Katie (and got better thank goodness)

Continues to boggle the mind that they just merrily skipped right over that 🫥🫥🫥 “Drew is such a pig bc we had sex and he didn’t remember because he was drunk” umm Katie baby I think you just admitted something v telling here….. 🚨🚨🚨

[twelfth-harbinger]

Hello, I hope you're doing great! ^^ Could I request a Kaeya x male Reader, where the reader is a thief and Kaeya cathes him and teaches him a lesson (nsfw)

A/n: I live for this shit. This is...kind of kinky so.. & I wrote this at 4am. Listening to: Throat babyyyyyy

Mentions: Blowjobs, Denial, Teasing... blowjobs.

Warnings: Nsfw Face fucking at its finest, A very dominant Kaeya.

The King of Thieves

Kaeya left Angel’s Share for the night. Dark cheeks tinted a dusty deep red from a night of indulgence. Diluc was there, tending the bar coincidentally.

“There have been a plethora of incidents revolving around thieves as of late. I suggest you be mindful when leaving for the night Kaeya.”

His younger brother’s light warning drifted back into the depths of his mind as he strolled the nearly vacant streets of Monstadt’s city. Of course, on his way back to headquarters; the Knight took the long way around. Cutting through a specific alleyway that lead to a patch of grassy plains above a stone stair case. Out the corner of his eye he saw a shadow zip by and over the short roof top of someone’s home. As he moved to take a precautionary step backwards the shadow figure landed behind him. Assuming Kaeya was drunk enough to one up, the figure moved in to grab Kaeya’s shoulder in efforts to flip him onto his back and steal his vision. Kaeya, in a rebuttal too quick for this thief’s skill set. Side stepped and ducked, only to elbow his assailant in the chest cavity and then reappear behind them with his sword drawn.

“Why is Diluc always right?” Kaeya sighed, a frown on his face as he stared at the person in front of him, whom he had knocked the wind right out of. He wasn’t sure who the person was, given they were covered from head fo toe in all black. When Kaeya saw that they were recovering he twirled his sword, knocking them unconscious with the hilt of his blade. When the thief dropped, Kaeya looked down at them. He moved to uncover their face and saw a young man. He saw, you? His eye went wide, you were not much older than Diluc. The young Knight couldn’t help but think it was a shame to see such wasted potential resort to something of a scoundrel at best. He threw your arm over his shoulder, picking you up with a deep exhale. Effortlessly carrying you off back to one of the empty confinement cells within the knights headquarters. The one he picked out had been out of use for quite some time, given Klee had blown it up rendering the cell unlivable (for her). — It was a perfect place for a thief, especially one that tried to steal his vision.

Kaeya sat on the edge of a small table in the corner of the room, arms crossed and a light frown on his face. He waited until you had come through and regained consciousness. In a panic, your dark eyes darted across the room. Something Kaeya found quite amusing.

“Where..am I?” You huffed out, there was a draft in the room and you visibly shivered. Kaeya stayed seated looking at you.

“In the Knights of Favonius’ HQ, a confinement cell to be more precise.” He replied nonchalantly and as you tried to move, chains rattled against your wrists and ankles.

“Let me out of here, else you’ll be sorry—“

You were cut off by Kaeya’s abrupt laugh, it made you frown and your brow crease. “What’s so fuckin’ funny?” Kaeya’s chuckle faded into a sigh, his finger tapping idly on the bicep of his crossed arms.

“Nothing, it’s just you are in no position to talk. In fact, I bet if I did away with you right here I could get away with it.” His smile may have been playful but his eye hinted at something much darker.

“You.. can’t do that, you’re an honor bound knight it would be a disgrace—“ Kaeya smiled, this time it wasn’t playful but it still held amusement.

“Relax I’m not a barbarian. Why don’t you tell me why you tried to rob me in the middle of an alleyway and most interestingly... try to take my vision.” After Kaeya stated his questions there was a stagnant silence that sat in the stale air of the confinement cell. Kaeya looked down at you, who shifted uncomfortably. “Oh? No answer? Are you sure that’s what you wish to do?” Your eyes drifted over to look up at Kaeya. Who moved from his spot on the table to walk towards you. In the dim light of the cell his features illuminated, it may have been the full moon that peeked through the barred window that made him look so appealing. The sound of his boots tapping down on the stone floors of the cell sent a slight chill down your spine. He towered over you as you sat on the floor. A light smirk threatened the corner of his lips, as he stared down at you with a quizzical eye. The air around him was cool and it seemed to get even colder as he knelt down to eye level. “I think I’ll give you until the count of say- three.” He held up three fingers before putting them down.

“What?”

“One.” He moved his hand behind your head almost as if he was cradling you. Unbeknownst to you his sword appeared in his palm. Your side profile reflected off the blade as it drew near your head. “Two.” His voice was deep and melodic and his tone evermore serious as he counted down. He wasn’t smiling anymore, seeing him this serious started giving you second thoughts about keeping your mouth shut. He was so close you could smell him, eye half lidded as he stared down at you and a crease in his brow. Against the back of your neck your hair brushed against the blade that dangerously kissed the skin of the nape of your neck. He leaned in and as he drew near, a light grin forming at his lips. Was he enjoying the reaction he was getting out of you? Or the interrogation process? Your hand pressed against his chest to try and move him back you couldn’t stand to have him that close. He paused for a split second, his eye dropping down to your hand, it was warm. “Thre-“

“Wait!” You say, your dark eyes shifting up to peer into his. Staring at him this closely, being able to smell him. It was hard not to think about the things you wanted him to do to you while sitting helpless on the cell floor. He was ridiculously attractive and equally as intimidating when he wished to be.

“Hm? Did you change your mind?” He asked, flashing a cold smile. Your cheeks flushed, he smelled like the first snow fall of winter, shamelessly it made blood rush to where you didn’t need it to. His eyes drifted down briefly before he looked at you more closely. “Or maybe you didn’t?” He purred lightly and a smile crossed his face again.

“I-I..I was just.. curious as to what it’s like to have a vision I don’t have one.” You spoke out, Kaeya didn’t sense a lie from you. Even as you continued to try and make him feel sorry for you. “I haven’t been blessed by the Archons. I’m poor and I...I can’t do much of anything let alone use a vision. Being a thief is all I’ve ever known. The only way I know to survive. I wasn’t going to hurt you.” His brow creased as you babbled that last part, you caught yourself and spoke sheepishly. “Not..that I could’ve anyway—“ Kaeya laughed again, he moved back but not very far. His sword disappeared in one swift movement and he took a minute to look at you. Your hands moved over to your lap, you didn’t think he noticed.

“What am I going to do with you hm?” He pondered aloud as he stood up, a hand resting on his hip. He stared down at you, “You assaulted me in an alleyway, tried to rob me and now..” You couldn’t help but think it wasn’t much of an assault, you were the one who got hit square in the chest and knocked unconscious after all.

“Kaeya-“

“And you know who I am? You’re quite the bold thief. Tell me if I let you go, how do I know you won’t do it again?” You shifted uncomfortably, nothing he was saying was arousing but, truthfully you fell victim to his charm the moment he began questioning you, not to mention the count down and intimidation attempt. Kaeya noticed, he was quite observant but he was doing his job- for the most part.

“I won’t.” You lied, he saw right through it. Kaeya crossed his arms again, if he felt any remorse for you before it was gone now. You avoided eye contact with him even as he stared down at you.

“Do you like being chained up in a cell, you’re excited.” He asked genuinely, his voice was soft and curious. It made you twitch uncomfortably. You shook your head and Kaeya tilted his. “Really? Your as hard as this stone floor, I wasn’t going to tease you about it but it only...fed into every words I’ve said to you thus far.” You could hear him smile, you made the mistake of looking up at him. He was gorgeous and the blush that crossed your face made his smile widen.

“I..can’t help how you’re making me feel. You’re just-“

“I’m just what?” He cut you off, moving his hand to rest on the top of your head. He gently ran his fingers through your hair with his gloved palm. Idly moving his hand down to the back of your head before gripping the ends of your hair between his fingers. “Were you going to say charming? Sexy, hot?” He asked, his grip on your hair wasn’t that tight or painful it aroused a light whimper to fall from your lips. Kaeya noticed your hand palming your growing erection — your pants were growing tighter you couldn’t help it. With his boot he kicked your hand away and stepped on the back of your hand, causing the restraints he had you in to rattle against the stone floor. “You did something bad why should you gain pleasure after committing a crime? As I see it I’m the victim here. You assaulted me in an alleyway.” His grin was wide and with his free hand he moved to unzip his pants. Immediately your mouth began to water as he slipped his hand inside to touch himself right before your very eyes.

“I-I won’t do it again..” You lied once again and he saw through it yet again. His grin only widened, he was going to enjoy this.

“I don’t believe you, therefore...” His grip tightened in your hair and he pulled your head back. “I think I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” The weight he had on your hand increased when he saw you try to move your other hand to slip inside your own pants, it was a warning not to try and relieve yourself. You moved your hand away with a whine as Kaeya freed himself from the tight confines of his trousers. His thick member prodded against your cheek before he let it rest on your lips. He let out a light and playful hum as he stared down at you, almost as if he was beckoning you to open your mouth.

“Kaeya I-“ As soon as you opened your mouth he pushed himself inside, the taste of his pre made you shudder and your eyes flutter. He held your hair and head firmly in place as he thrusted deeper into your mouth. He was genuinely surprised that you were able to take him all the way to the back of your throat.

“It’s not polite to speak with your mouth full.” He teased. “Go on, keep stuffing your face thief.” As you struggled to swallow his cock, you couldn’t stop your hand from reaching down to palm the hard tent in your pants. Kaeya caught wind of your actions and knocked your forearm to the side with his other boot. The deep groan you let out reverberated against his shaft, Kaeya had to bite back his own moan as he pulled your hair again which inevitably moved your head back so your lips wrapped around his tip. “If you do it again you’ll regret it.” He wasn’t smiling when he spoke, it was a threat you weren’t going to see through to the end. Kaeya chuckled lightly and moved his free hand down to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing sweetly against your cheekbone. “You’re so obedient...”

He mumbled, his touch was gentle as he moved his hands up to tangle in your hair. It was almost too gentle and had you questioning his motives. You made eye contact with him and a sly grin spread across his face like wildfire. Without warning his grip tightened to hold your head in place. He slammed hips against your face, bottoming out completely in the back of your tight throat. He groaned out quietly and under his breath, as the ridges of your throat and mouth constricted against his thick shaft. Your soft lips tickled the underside of the base of his cock. His pants sagged and his balls pressed against the stubble of your chin, which only edged him on and reflexively urged his hips to thrust against your face. He exhaled with a light chuckle that sifted through the quiet air of the confinement cell.

You whimpered, drooling all over his cock as you squeezed your eyes shut, it took everything in you not to milk and pump your shaft. Your balls were heavy and full and you ached for a release that you didn’t think you’d get. Kaeya looked down on you to subconsciously check to see if you were okay and to see the sight of his dick disappearing down your throat. He pulled back by a few centimeters and you successfully breathed in through your nose. The taste of his pre on your tongue reminded you of a fermented apple wine. None too surprising to say the least and all the more enjoyable.

Kaeya rutted into your mouth again, you choked and he chuckled. He felt your tongue swirl around his shaft against a prominent vein that curved up from the base of his cock. Your leg twitched in need as he moved, beginning a rough and steady rhythm. He noticed the bulge in your throat, it only made him move faster. Kaeya let out deep exhale and a light moan that was simply music to your ears. His head tilted back as you took him, he glanced down at you for a moment and his lips curled into a smile seeing you hard at work.

“If your mouth is this tight, I wonder how your ass must feel.” He teased you, moving one hand down to wipe away that inevitable tears that formed in your eyes. His other hand loosened in your hair but still rested in place idly. He pulled back completely, giving you a chance to breathe. As you caught your breath Kaeya looked down at you, the blush that stained your cheeks inflated his ego a bit. He arched a brow, waiting for you to keep going.

You gave into that cute, suggestive stare and moved your hand up to stroke him; something you wanted to do for yourself since he started fucking talking. You dragged your tongue along the thick length of his member before taking him into your mouth. What you didn’t choke down, you pumped with your hand. Kaeya finally let out a proper moan it was deep and breathy, he started throbbing in your mouth and palm; biting down on his lower lip in ecstasy. In the midst of milking him dry he took hold of your hair again, only to push himself right back down your throat, he needed that tight fit to finish him off. You were going to swallow it all, not that you minded; he was as inebriating as Everclear. As he filled your throat and mouth, he pulled back his warm cum dripping down your chin. He watched you reach up to wipe it away and lick the back of your hand.

His eye drifted down to your continually throbbing erection, he noticed a dark spot where your own pre had ruined your trousers. He stepped back and moved his hand away from your hair, shifting as he pulled his pants up only to zip them up. Your expression was absolutely priceless in his eyes. You opened your mouth to speak to find that your jaw was already sore from his earlier actions. Kaeya moved to sit on the edge of the table again with a light smile on his face.

“What?” He says like he didn’t just pump his seed down your throat. He made an ‘O’ with his mouth as he looked at your disheveled and needy appearance as if he had forgotten. He didn’t. He moved to toss you a key to the restraints you were in. “You’re free to go and...do something about that.” He smiled with a teasing glint in his eye, you looked at the key in front of you. Picking it up with a frown on your face as your freed yourself. “I told you I’d teach you lesson you wouldn’t forget.” He chuckled moving to cross his arms over his chest. You looked at him and he smirked.

“Asshole.” You mumbled, moving to stand up, Kaeya looked your way not feeling remorseful in the slightest.

“You do realize you tried to assault me and steal my vision. I think I let you off rather easy if you ask me. Going straight to Jean just didn’t feel right.” He quipped, and stood to walk over to the door opening it up for you to go. “I don’t want to see you here again, I’d rather the Cat’s Tail or Angel share preferably. Maybe then you’d get a proper..reward and the aftercare I so graciously give to those who listen.” He said, completely insinuating he wanted to see you again under the right circumstances. With a pout you exited the cell, there wasn’t really much you could say to that. You were indeed happy you didn’t have to spend the night in a dingy unlivable cell. Kaeya leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms. “Till we meet again King of Thieves.”

Bonus

A week went by, you were at Sara’s sitting down to a late night meal before heading off to Springvale for a few days to visit family. You poked at the fisherman’s toast you ordered, thinking about the Knight who left you thoroughly frustrated. You wanted to beat his ass in all honesty but, apart of you just wanted to—

“Well if it isn’t The King of Thieves.”

[mrsalwayswrite]

Rage Like Ice (Sihtric x Reader)

This is my first time writing Sihtric, so let me know what y’all think!

Warnings: assault, attempted strangulation, aftermath of assault (I promise the assault itself is only brief)

Words:2,100

Tag List: @happyveday​ @evelynshelby​

  Thyra dabbed away the blood dripping from your split lip. You could see her wanting to say something but soon as she opened her mouth, something would flicker in her eyes and she would snap her mouth shut. 

 "Thyra… I am glad it was me. We don't need Beocca committing murder." You tried to both tease and soothe, even as you winced after you attempted to smile. 

 She smiled faintly but you could tell it was hollow. Her lips moved but her eyes remained sorrowful. "The gods were watching over us." She murmured in her gentle voice. 

 You nodded. Being the only two Dane women in Wintanceaster and both having been saved from different places by Uhtred and his men, you two had bonded. She had become the sister you never had. 

 "Sihtric may kill him though." Her fathomless eyes dropped down to the bruises forming around your throat then back up to meet your own. 

 "Shite. I need to cover it up."

 She stared, eyes trailing over your face and neck. Most likely realizing the improbability of hiding the evidence of the fight. "Let me see what I can do." She dropped the bloodied cloth onto the table next to you, then spun on her heel and walked towards the bedroom without another word. 

 Soon as she was out of sight, you dropped your head into your hands and exhaled like it would dismiss all the tension and frustration rolling around in your gut. Your throat was beginning to ache and talking made it worse, even as you tried to mask the pain. You did not need Thyra heaping anymore guilt onto herself. Especially when it was not her fault. 

 The afternoon had not gone according to plan. King Alfred had summoned Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric to talk about Dane raids. Of course, Beocca tagged along, most likely in an attempt to keep Uhtred in line. Osferth had said something about visiting the church to pray. So while the men were gone, Thyra and you planned on taking a leisurely stroll through the market, getting supplies for a special dinner and working on it together before the men returned. You knew the simple act of making a meal with female company was something she missed from her childhood with her mother, so you tried to do it every time you could. 

 Of course, fate had other plans. 

 On your walk, a Saxon man yelled 'Dane whores' at you two from his seat at a pub. When you two ignored him, arms locked together and you rolled your eyes… apparently that was the wrong action to take. He stumbled out of his seat, not quite drunk but certainly not sober, and followed like a stray cat, hissing and trying to be threatening. 

 What you did not expect was for him to sneak up from behind and shove you forcefully to the ground. It may have been the dismissive look you had given him or how you told him to 'just leave us alone, bastard', but he focused all his anger out on you. He shoved Thyra to the ground also, kicking away her basket, spilling all its content onto the ground. After hitting the ground, you rolled over, Sihtric's training forcing your body to move, to be ready. Before you could move further, the Saxon knelt over you, pinning you beneath him.

 Time blurred before your eyes, unable to vividly recall what happened next.  

 You remembered his hands around your throat, the weight of his body on your hips. You remembered Thyra screaming and trying to beat him off but he shoved her away again. You remembered trying to get him off, lungs shrieking, desperate for air. You remembered your mind demanding, pleading for escape. After all you had survived, after all you had endured… this could not be your end. You remembered in a last-ditch effort, grabbing the dagger you had strapped to your waist and in a Herculean attempt, stabbing him in the thigh with it. 

 Then, you escaped. 

 A crowd formed at the sight of the fight. Two men grabbed your attacker, restraining him as he snarled at you, blood dripping down his thigh. Thyra and you did not wait to see what happened next. She snagged your hand and you two raced back to her home. 

 Now, you could feel your hands shaking. You leaned back in the chair to look at them, laying in your lap. There were some droplets of blood on your skin. Either from you or him, you were not sure. 

 Your dagger was next to you on the table, cleaned off thanks to Thyra. A gift from Sihtric. When he gave it to you, he explained he hoped you never had to use it but wanted you to always have some kind of weapon on your person. Wessex was not Daneland but it still was not entirely safe. 

 This was the first time you had used it. 

 A commotion outside drew your gaze to the door just as it opened and those that you called family spilled in. Beocca led the way into his small home, grumbling and throwing glares at Uhtred and Finan, who were laughing. Osferth came next with a blush on his cheeks. Whatever they were teasing Beocca about, you doubted it was appropriate. Lastly, Sihtric walked in shaking his head. 

 Your heart thudded a rapid tattoo in your chest as your eyes met his. Those eyes that saw so much, that were clever and loyal and oh so trustworthy. A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth and with that, the air left your lungs faster than when you had been knocked to the ground. Even after all this time, he still left you breathless and giddy like a young girl with her first crush. 

 Most of all though, he made you feel safe and cherished. 

 Thyra stepped back into the main room, eyes wary and jumping from the men to you and back. She gripped a scarf in her hand but it was too late. 

 When Beocca started talking, you ripped your eyes from Sihtric, dropping your head to stare at your still trembling hands in your lap. 

 "Thyra, dear. Are you alright? We heard there was a fight in the market today."

 Before she could answer Beocca, Finan spoke, throwing himself onto a chair with a cheeky smirk. "Oh aye, we 'eard some fool started a fight with some whores and got stabbed. I'd love to find out who the whores were, perhaps see what other moves they have?" He wiggled his eyebrows making Uhtred chuckle. 

 You could not help sneaking a glance at Thyra, whose own concerned gaze met yours. Was that the story being told by those who witnessed it? 

 Then what you dreaded happened next.

 The sound of footfalls came towards you. You clasped your hands in my lap, hoping to stop the trembling, wishing there was a way to magic the bruises away. It was too late though. He knew. Somehow, he always knew when you were in trouble, or hurting or just needed him. 

 Sihtric stopped, standing right in front of you. You could see his legs and boots but you refused to look up. 

 "Look at me." He said softly, yet the command rang loudly in his words. You shook your head, tears gathering in your eyes. 

 With a tender touch that seemed counterintuitive to his warrior skills, he cupped your chin, lifting it gently. That intense gaze swept over your face, drawing answers without even asking you a question. His thumb touched your split lip, as if confirming what he was seeing was not an illusion. When those dark eyes moved lower, your breath caught in your throat. You witnessed the moment he saw the bruises on your throat. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, his body suddenly tense and wound up like a coil, but his touch remained soft on you.

 All the sounds of those around you vanished as he met your eyes once again. It was just him and you in this moment. 

 "Who did this to you?" 

 You flinched at the ice in his voice. Oh, this was far worse than anger. You knew of the anger that could burn through him, especially in battle. This though… the way frost practically coated his breath, the stillness that covered his body, the dead silence after his question. This was not the fire of anger so easily witnessed in others. No, this went beyond that. This was the icy depths of rage and fury. This was not something that would burn out after a quick fight. No, this lingered until the rage thawed away… only satisfied when the blood debt was paid. 

 He whispered your name, sweeping away a stray tear that escaped from your eye. "Who did this?"

 "Some drunk. It doesn't matter. We got away." You croaked out, your throat suddenly feeling swollen as if words and emotions were stuck there.

 He turned to the side, keeping his hand under your chin, baring your neck for all to see, and looked at Uhtred. "Lord… permission to hunt down this bastard and finish what he started."

 "Sihtric, no…" You whined but he ignored you. 

 Uhtred's eyes narrowed, flickering across your face and neck. "Shouldn't be that hard to hunt the bastard down. He'll be limping from a dagger to the leg."

 "Uhtred, Sihtric, no." Beocca moved to stand in front of the door. "We shall bring this matter before the king. Let him decide justice. You cannot commit murder."

 "It's not murder if I'm stopping him from attempting to kill her again!" Sihtric stated coldly, eyes narrowed, body almost vibrating in rage. "That's protection."

 "Sihtric, please, no." You clawed at him, trying to keep him with you. "Stay with me."

 Finan stood up, hands raised in an unnecessary show of surrender. "We'll find the bastard, Sihtric. We'll deal with him but not when ya eyes are seein' red, aye? Father Beocca and I can go to the king right now. Uhtred and Osferth can find that piece of shite. We won't let this happen again."

 "Please." You tried once again. At this point your voice was no more than a whisper, the dull ache transforming so it felt like someone was rubbing sandpaper against your throat. The adrenaline from earlier had drained and now exhaustion replaced it. All you wanted was for Sihtric to hold you, to stay and not race away on a man hunt for that damn drunk. "Please…. just stay with me."

 The Dane stared at you for several long moments, those dark eyes trailing a heat over your exposed skin. Finally, his hard gaze shifted to look at the men across the room. He gave a single nod, draining the tension in the room. Immediately everyone started moving, either to fulfill their duties or to escape from Sihtric's cold fury. 

 "Thyra, come with me." Beocca said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and escorting her outside. Finan and Osferth slipped out quickly with them. 

 Uhtred moved closer, eyes scanning over you. "Did he harm you anywhere else?"

 "No, lord."

 "We'll take care of this. One way or another." He said, but the last part he directed to Sihtric. You could see the understanding in Uhtred's eyes. If someone put their hands on Gisela like that, he would be out for blood…. and no one would be able to stop him. 

 "Thank you, lord." 

 After Sihtric's comment, Uhtred nodded once more to the pair of you then stormed out of the small home, presumably on his way to hunt down the man that hurt you. 

 Once alone, Sihtric whipped around, his hands cupped your face. The desperate fury and fear no longer hidden away on his face. "No one touches you. No one." He hissed out, a hand lightly trailing down your neck. 

 Many times before he had teasingly told you that the only thing to ever adorn your neck should be his lips. You had even stopped wearing any form of necklace because he would complain that it got in his way. Now seeing the bruises marring his favorite place to lavish his affection on you, you knew this only fueled his blood lust. 

 "I know. You taught me to protect myself and I did." You tried to soothe, your hands gripping the front of his tunic.  

 "I should have been there."

 "No, you were doing your duty. You were with Lord Uhtred." You paused. "This is not your fault."

 His voice dropped to a strained whisper. "I can't lose you."

 "You won't. The gods brought us together, they would not tear us apart like this."

 He pulled you against him, wrapping his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. With your head against his chest, you could feel the last of his icy rage thawed away as you sank into his embrace. 

 "I swear you're never leaving my side."

 You smiled, burrowing your head further against his chest. "I could think of worse places to be."

[mochegato]

Hope on Board

Chapter 1 - Boy’s Night Out

“Okay,” Dick boomed, bringing the room’s attention to himself.  “Weapons on the counter.”  He raised an eyebrow at the disgruntled objections around the room.  “We are going out to have fun.  We are not going to take guns or knives or arrows to the bar. This is a night off.  This night is to relax and blow off steam.  Boy’s night out.”

“Having a gun does relax me!” Jason mumbled around the bite of apple in his mouth.

“Naw, it’s the shooting that relaxes you,” Roy pointed out shoving his head away as he walked past him.

“No guns!”  Dick grabbed the gun out of Jason’s thigh holster as he passed by and tossed it onto the counter.

“Hey!” Jason yelled, grabbing Dick’s shirt and violently pulling him back to face Jason.  “Don’t touch my guns.”

Dick held his hands up in surrender and waited quietly for Jason to let go.  Once Jason had backed off and taken another bite of his apple, Dick shook his head.  “See that there, is exactly why we need a night out and no weapons.  I expect all weapons on this counter before we walk out that door.”  He stared Jason and Roy down.

“Why are we going to a club if we just want to talk?” Tim pointed out with a defeated sigh.  “Loud music, people bumping into you, lights flashing… not the ideal atmosphere for talking.”

“We’re also blowing off steam and a distraction while we talk so Jason doesn’t get bored and start fighting is not a bad idea,” Dick pointed out.  “Which brings us back to no weapons.”

Jason huffed and walked over to the counter keeping eye contact with Dick as he started removing his knife and his backup knife and his small knife and his backup gun and laid them on the counter one at a time.  “Thank you, Jason.  Roy?”  

Roy sighed and removed his knife and a gun. Dick raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.  “What?  I’m not a paranoid asshole like him.” He motioned to Jason.

“Tim?” Dick questioned with a stern look.

“Like I carry weapons on me when I’m not in the suit,” he scoffed.

Dick stared him down waiting for him to admit having weapons.  When Tim didn’t fold under his stare, Dick nodded and looked back to the group.  “Fine.” He reached behind him to pull off his tee shirt, throwing it over the back of the couch and grabbing a button up shirt instead.  

Tim stared at the shirt he put on as he buttoned it.  “That’s what you’re wearing?”

“Yeah… what?  I like it.”

Jason opened his mouth to comment but instead glared at Roy when he smacked him upside the head to stop him from saying what they all were thinking.  "If Wally were here, you'd let him say it," he muttered.

"Well, Wally's sick isn't he?  So he's not here." Roy muttered back.

Dick looked between them and finally gave up waiting.  He shook his head and moved to the door.  “Let’s go. We’re going to hang out, drink, dance, and have fun.”

“And get laid,” Roy cheered.

“Not about getting laid,” Dick singsonged as he walked through the door.  

“But we’re totally going to,” Roy whispered to Jason.  “Well, we,” he motioned between himself and Jason, “are going to.  Tim’s boy is out of town and Dick’s on his own with that shirt.”

“Whatever, I just can’t believe he thought those were my only weapons,” Jason scoffed.

“Or that I didn’t have any,” Tim agreed.  “Either we’re getting better or he’s getting worse.”

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The bar was more crowded than they expected, but they had still been able to find a table far away from the dancefloor where they could actually talk and watch the other patrons while they drank.  

“Dick, we need another round,” Roy pointed out, motioning toward the bar.

“And?” Dick scoffed not even looking at him, keeping his eyes on the dancefloor instead.  

“And we want the drinks now not in an hour,” Jason retorted quickly.

“We all know if any of us go it’s completely hit and miss when the bartender acknowledges us and with the bar as busy as it is, it could take a while.  But every time you go up, he makes a beeline straight for you.” Tim continued flatly.

“Heh, straight,” Roy chuckled.  

Dick rolled his eyes but got up anyway.  “Fine. I’ll just buy all night long.”

“Now that’s what I call a good night out,” Jason cheered, holding his beer up toasting Dick.  “Get me two.”

Dick pushed through the crowd and finally settled into a spot leaning against the bar.  As soon as he appeared, the bartender made his way over to him, bypassing patrons who had been waiting since before he got there.  Dick sighed at the proof the others were right. He ordered their drinks with a smile. No use upsetting the man pouring their drinks and controlling whether they got served or not.

He looked up and down the bar while he waited for their drinks.  His eyes caught on a woman a few people down from him.  She was waiting patiently and gorgeously for her drink.  Her dark hair was pulled up in a high bun, but tendrils had fallen around her face from vigorous dancing.  Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her long-sleeved, bright blue crop top looked like it was meant to flutter lightly over her top but instead it clung to her sweat-covered body as she moved, occasionally giving a flash of the black bra underneath.  She was flushed from dancing giving her a luminescent look.  But the thing that truly drew his attention was her smile.  She had the most gorgeous, welcoming, exuberant smile on her face.  It lit up her whole face, causing her eyes to crinkle.

He started to push away from the bar to talk to her when he saw a man drape his arms over her shoulders. His head was positioned so the back of his head was blocking Dick’s view of her face so he couldn’t see if her expression was happy about the intrusion or upset, and his yellow and red shirt that hung loosely off him blocked Dick's view of her body language.  Dick leaned back against the bar, but kept an eye on her in case the embrace was not welcome.  How bad was it that he kind of hoped it wasn’t?  However, it quickly became apparent that it was not unwelcome.  “Come on Bugaboo, let’s get back out there.  I want to have fun tonight.  Maybe find someone to finally make out with me.”  

The woman rolled her eyes at him.  “Adrien, almost anyone here would make out with you.  Straight men would make out with you if you asked.”  She and the man nodded to the bartender in thanks when he dropped off their shots.

“It can’t just be anyone though.  I’m looking for a sign.  I’m waiting for the universe to show me my future.”  He stretched out his hand in front of him as if showing off his future.

“In a nightclub that is probably a front for one of the mob families,” she deadpanned.  He shrugged at her.  “I cannot stress enough how much that’s not how this whole thing works.  The universe isn’t going to give you a sign, especially not in a dive bar while you’re drunk.  You make your own destiny, my child, this isn’t Serendipity.  Now, drink,” she commanded.  

Dick watched as they clinked their glasses together and downed the shots before returning to the dancefloor.  His eyes followed her as she started dancing.  He hummed to himself, clearly together but not together.   Their boy’s night had been going on long enough, hadn’t it?  They had been talking long enough that it would be acceptable for him to get on the dancefloor himself soon, right?  He hummed to himself.  He might have to try to find her later.  He tore his eyes away when the bartender brought his drinks.  He winked at the bartender in thanks and returned to their table.

He brought the drinks back to the table, joking and reminiscing with the three of them.  The point was to get closer to each other, after all.  All throughout their conversation, he kept an eye on the bar for the woman he had seen earlier.  The next time she went up to get a drink, Dick excused himself to get one as well. They were close enough.  He wanted to get closer to someone else now.  The others at the table raised their eyebrows, giving each other knowing looks.

By the time he made his way through the crowd to get near the bar, the woman was facing off against a man who was easily twice her size and mostly muscle. “Hey, asshole!  Back off!”  

“Excuse me?  What the fuck business is it of yours?” he growled, crowding her personal space in an effort to intimidate her.

The woman clearly didn’t get the message, furrowing her brows in an angry glare.  “Grabbing someone’s ass and attempting to grab other areas as well without their permission is sexual assault, fucker!  She clearly does not know you and does not want you touching her.”

“You have no proof of anything,” he snarled at her.  “Now sit that pretty, tight, little ass down and maybe I’ll let you kneel in front of me a little later.”

The woman’s mouth dropped as she stared at the man.  “Yep, that’s the expression you’ll be making later.”  He reached to pat her on her ass.  Dick lunged to grab his hand before he could reach her, but he was just a beat too slow.  Instead, the woman grabbed the man’s hand and twisted along with his momentum, pushing him down as she twisted.  She moved her feet slightly to trip him, throwing him even further off balance.  She twisted his arm at an uncomfortable angle as he fell, forcing him to turn over on his stomach so she could pin him to the floor once he finally landed.  “Also, sexual assault?  Illegal, asshole.  Doing it to more people, surprisingly, doesn’t make it less illegal.”

“It isn’t sexual assault if you want it,” he jeered at her.

She scoffed at him, making sure to keep the pressure on her hold as she did.  “I doubt there has ever been anything living or otherwise that has wanted you looking at them let alone touching them.”  Dick chuckled at her response.

“Excuse me, what is going on here?”  A man Dick recognized as the bouncer asked.  He was eying the woman who was pinning the man down with heavy suspicion.

“That man sexually assaulted that woman and when this woman pointed it out he tried to sexually assault her as well,” Dick answered for her.

The bouncer looked between the first woman, the second woman, the man on the floor, and Dick.  He finally nodded and grabbed the man by his jacket collar.  “Come on mother fucker, we’re going to get your picture then you are never coming in here again, understood?”

“Do you know who I am? You’re making a monumental mistake,” the man screamed as he was getting dragged away.

The black haired woman didn’t bother watching the man as he was hauled away.  She shifted her focus entirely onto the blonde woman who had been assaulted.  “Hey, are you okay?  Can I get you a drink to steady your nerves?”

The blonde shook her head. “No, thanks.  I’m okay.  It happens. You go to a club, it’s going to happen.”

The black haired woman and Dick both gaped at her.  “It shouldn’t happen ever.  If anyone ever does anything like that to you again, kick their asses or call someone over to do it for you.  He had no right to touch you.  Going out to have fun doesn’t make you an open target,” Dick interceded.  “Assholes like that should feel unsafe in clubs not you.”

The blonde shrugged at him. “Thanks for your help anyway.  Can I buy you a drink?”

The black haired woman shook her head and gave her a gentle smile.  “No, thank you.  I just refreshed mine.  Have fun, yeah?”  The blonde nodded and waved before returning to the dancefloor.

The black haired woman collapsed onto a barstool with a sigh.  She chuckled and shook her head as she looked at her drink.  “Thank you by the way.  I don’t know if the bouncer would have trusted just my word.”

“Not a problem.” He took a seat next to her.  “I’m glad I could do something to help.  I tried to grab him before he could get to you but I wasn’t as fast as you.  You were really impressive.”

She shot him a glance from the corner of her eye but didn’t really stop to look at him.  The charming smile he shot her faltered when she didn’t look close enough to actually see it.  His liquor fueled mind frowned at the lack of attention.    “Thanks,” she mumbled.  She drank the rest of her drink in one gulp, which Dick thought was quite impressive considering it was full and not a shot.  

She laid the glass on the counter harder than it seemed like she meant to and continued to stare at it for a few moments.  “Hey,” he leaned a little closer to her while still giving her space.  “You okay?  You want another drink?” He motioned to the bartender for two more drinks for them.  

She rubbed her face and took a beat before turning to finally face him with a thankful smile.  “You really don’t have to.”  

Dick’s charming smile made it back to his lips, even wider than it had been before.  “No, but you deserve it for protecting the club.”

She shook her head.  “It wasn’t…”  She looked down at his shirt and balked, staring at it suspiciously. After a few moments, she looked up toward the sky with an annoyed scowl that still looked adorable, like an irritated kitten.  “Am I a joke to you?” she called out.  

His charming smile morphed into a look of confusion.  “I’m sorry?”

She waved her arms like she was waving away the concern.  “It’s nothing.  Interesting shirt.  Fan of ladybugs?”

He looked down at his shirt as though seeing it for the first time, “Oh… uh… I just liked the pattern. I don’t think I would have even recognized them as a ladybug if you hadn’t explicitly pointed it out.”  The woman looked back up toward the sky with a menacing look he didn’t quite understand.  He thanked the bartender when he served their drinks and turned back to her.  “Do you… uh… like ladybugs?”  

The woman gave a defeated sigh and looked down to her shoes.  When she looked back up, a resigned but amused smile was on her lips.  “No, it’s just… my friends used to call me their everyday ladybug.”

Dick cocked his head to the side studying her curiously.  There was something going on, but he couldn’t quite make it out yet.  But there was no way he was going to miss an opportunity to dance with a beautiful, strong, sweet woman.  “I’m Dick.” He stuck his hand out to shake hers.

She took his hand and gave him a bright smile, “Marinette.”

He looked over to the dancefloor and back to her.  “Do you want to dance?”  Her smile brightened, making his heartbeat pick up.  She pulled on the hand she was still holding and guided him onto the dancefloor, drinks still in hand.

Chapter 2

@dickinette-february

[whisperlullaby]

Falcons

Pairing: Brock x Reader (briefly) Sam Wilson x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 2325

Warnings: Language, allusions to dub con, violence, domestic violence themes, alcohol use Do not read if any of these upset or trigger you

Summary: You’re dating Brock who is a regular at Sam’s bar. What happens when things with Brock go south?

A/N: Welp. This is my longest fic so far! It has darker themes than my previous stories so please proceed with caution and let me know if I missed any warnings. My lovely @river-soul​ is to thank for reading this story for any errors. Though I did edit it again after they read it so mistakes are all mine. Enjoy!

You held your breath as you approached the door. It shouldn’t have been the last place you looked for your boyfriend but you were really hoping he wasn’t lying about getting sober. You steeled yourself and pushed open the door to the town's watering hole “Falcons,” searching the dimly lit bar for any sign of Brock. Instead you saw your friend the owner, Sam, behind the bar and gave a small smile as you approached him.

“Hey Sam. Have you seen Brock? I can’t find him and he was supposed to be home hours ago.” You shifted around nervously. Sam grabbed your hands and gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Hey gorgeous. I wish I could give you better news but yeah. He’s here.” Sam gestured to the back wall of the bar with his head. “He’s been here for a few hours. I was about to call you, I didn’t serve him but it looks like his friends have been getting drinks for him all night. I should have noticed earlier, I am so sorry Y/N.” 

Sam was the only one who knew about Brock’s habit. Being the only decent bar in a 20 mile radius, “Falcons” always drew in townies and out of staters alike. You had gotten to know Sam well over the course of your relationship with Brock. Sam would always call you when Brock was there well past last call or if he was about to make a scene. He was always so sweet and understanding when it came to Brock. He even helped you get Brock to your car on more than one occasion when Brock was too drunk to stand up straight.

Your eyes caught his figure slumped over a table along the back wall. You squeezed Sam’s hands, took a deep breath and willed your tears not to fall as you made your way to the back of the bar. You felt Sam’s gaze on you as you approached the table, Brock shifted and turned to meet your gaze.

“Baby! You found me!” Brock slurred. He stumbled getting up and you had to catch him before he hit the ground.

You sighed, struggling under his weight. “Brock I thought you said you were done coming here. We had an agreement, you promised you’d stop drinking.” 

“I know baby but look, the guys wanted to celebrate Jack’s promotion and I couldn’t say no.” Brock gestured to the other men playing pool. “Jack’s promotion. Jack’s. Not mine like it should have been but Jack’s.”

You looked around the bar, it was close to last call so the bar patrons seemed to thin out except for the group loudly playing pool. You managed to catch Sam’s eye and he gave you a sympathetic smile before you turned back to Brock.

“I know Brock, why don’t we get you home and we can talk about all this in the morning. I’ll make you some breakfast and coffee and you can tell me all about how you should have gotten the promotion.”

You slowly managed to get Brock in his jacket and shuffling through the bar towards the exit. This wasn’t the first time it happened where you scoured the town trying to find your boyfriend. You were hoping it was the last when he almost went to a hotel with someone from out of town and you managed to catch him, thanks to Sam calling you to let you know what was happening. Brock was so apologetic, bought you flowers and jewelry for two weeks straight. He didn’t have a sip of alcohol and he proved every night that all he needed was you and your sweet sounds to get him drunk.

When you got to the door of the bar you turned around and caught Sam’s worried gaze. He gave you a small nod which you returned before exiting the bar into the bitter cold. You managed to not only get Brock buckled into the passenger's seat, but up the three flights of stairs to his apartment. You hung up your coat and went to take Brock’s coat off when he forcefully grabbed your arms and started shaking you.

“You think I was too dumb to get the promotion don’t you? You think Jack should have gotten it because he can hold his liquor. I can hold mine just as well as Jack can.” Brock was screaming in your face and you could smell the cheap beer on his breath. “You’re fucking him aren’t you? You’re fucking Jack.”

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes went wide at his accusation. “Brock I would never do that. I love you, you know that.”  

You had to placate him before his anger escalated any more. The last time Brock got it in his mind you were cheating on him you had to wear long sleeved shirts for two weeks, in July. Sam was extra vigilant when Brock came around after that. Watering down his drinks or refusing to serve him at all. Sam didn’t know exactly what happened but he did not trust Brock after that. 

Brock dropped your arms and stomped to the bedroom. 

“If you love me you’re going to prove it. Now.”

He took off his shirt and threw it in your direction. You just stood there frozen. He got demanding sometimes sure but never like this. Never with this cold detached look. Your breathing became quick and shallow and you could hear the blood pulsing in your ears. Your inability to move drew Brock’s anger out like a pistol. He was back where you stood in seconds raising his hand and hitting you across your face. You couldn’t breathe. You looked back up at Brock just in time for him to hit you again, this time his ring caught your cheek and you let out a pained cry. You touched your face and saw blood when you pulled your hand back.

“Get yourself cleaned up and then get out. You are pathetic.” Brock spat as he stumbled to his bedroom and slammed the door. You went over to the kitchen to grab a handful of paper towels before grabbing your jacket and leaving. You spent the rest of the night in your apartment restless, getting up multiple times to make sure the doors lock was latched and the windows were secure. 

The next morning you woke up to a barrage of texts from Brock apologizing. As you sifted through each pathetic excuse you heard a knock at the door. Tentatively you went to the door and saw Brock as you looked through the peephole with a bouquet of white roses and what looked like a bag of take out from your favorite breakfast place. 

“Baby come on let me in. I didn’t mean what I said last night, you know I love you. It was just that Jack got me so angry and I just snapped.” He sighed and knocked again. “Come on Y/N open up and let's put all of this behind us.”

You trembled as you slid open the chain lock and twisted the deadbolt to let Brock in. When you opened the door he saw your face cut and bruise from where he hit you.

“Oh baby let me make it all better.” 

He dipped down to kiss you and you winced in pain as your face puckered to kiss back. Brock continued his assault on your lips ignoring your pained groans. When he finally broke away he set the food and flowers on your kitchen counter. Abandoning the peace offerings, he returned to you and gripped your thighs so hard you had no choice but to jump and lift your legs around his waist. He carried you into the bedroom to continue apologizing for how he behaved last night.

After Brock left a few hours later you took a boiling hot shower trying to wash off any and all memory of the last 24 hours. You had been texting Sam to let him know you were okay, and that you had managed to get Brock home safely last night. Conveniently leaving out the more heartbreaking details. Sam had become your biggest confidant and your best friend. He had a way to soothe the ache in your soul with his honeyed words. He would just worry if he knew what Brock did, and you didn’t want to put that heaviness on his kind heart. You managed to make it through the day with no other incidents with Brock. You didn’t want to talk to him and even when he was with you, you had no idea what to say. He didn’t seem to notice your silence anyway just taking whatever he could from you with no regard to how you felt. You were getting ready for bed when your phone went off with a text from Sam.

“Hey gorgeous, I just got to the bar but it looks like Brock’s been here for a few hours. New kid was on tonight and didn’t know not to serve him.”

You cringed. You didn’t want to go get Brock but you knew if you didn’t someone else could get hurt. You put on your jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers and left for the bar. You managed to forget your coat even though it was well into January making the air that much more piercing. When you arrived at Falcons your eyes immediately went to the bar seeking out Sam. When he looked up his face was clouded with a mixture of anger and concern. He marched over to you and guided you into the back room before any other patron noticed your presence. 

“You said you were okay. That everything was fine last night.” Sam rushed out with concern. 

You shot him a confused look before remembering. The bruises on your arms from where Brock grabbed you. The cut and bruise on your face from where he had hit you not 24 hours before. Tears started draining from your eyes and Sam reached out to pull you close.

“I don’t know what happened. It’s like a switch flipped yesterday, he’s never been like that with me before. I don’t know what to do Sam. I don’t want to be with him anymore but I am so scared of what he’ll do if I try to break it off.” You were numb, whether it was from the cold or the realization that you had to break up with Brock knowing what he was capable of doing to you. 

“Okay you’re going to leave, go home. I’ll handle Brock tonight and come over tomorrow to help you figure out what you want to do. You’re not alone Y/N I’ll protect you.” Sam pressed a kiss on your temple.

You breathed out a sigh of relief. You knew you could count on Sam. He was your rock and everything you both needed and wanted in a person. Sam led you out of the stock room quietly and towards the front door. Unfortunately luck wasn’t on your side because Brock was at the bar trying to get another drink when he noticed you and Sam. 

“Baby? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re fucking Sam?! I knew you were just a cheating little slut. After everything I’ve given you. After everything I’ve done for you and this is how you repay me?” Brock slurred out and he made his way over to you.

“Man shut up.” Sam spat as he placed himself between you and Brock. “You are no longer welcome in this bar. You are banned and you are going to stay away from Y/N. Do I make myself clear?”

Brock set his unsteady gaze at Sam and gave him a sly smirk, “You want the dead fish? Go ahead and be my guest. Worst lay I’ve ever had.” Brock looked past Sam and into your eyes. “You hear me sweetheart? You are nothing without me. You are broken, damaged goods and I’m the only one who could want someone like you.”

Your hold on Sam’s arm grew tighter at Brock’s words. He had to be right, didn’t he? Your glassy eyes moved from Sam’s stoic face over to Brock’s. As you started to step forward into Brocks arms Sam gently grabbed you and pulled you into his chest.

“She is not broken.” Sam declared to Brock before turning his attention to you. His eyes were deep and soulful when he spoke to you. “You are not broken.”

You reached up and placed a hand on Sam’s face unable to break eye contact. You leaned up and gently kissed Sam. He returned your kiss with as much warmth as he could manage. When you pulled away Sam gave you a cheeky grin before you turned to face Brock.

“No. I am not broken. And we are not together, it’s over Brock.” As you turned your back on Brock to face Sam you felt Brock's hand on your shoulder but no sooner did he touch you did Sam have him on the ground writhing in pain.

“You do not come near her or touch her ever again. You are not welcome in my bar and if you come back I will call the cops. You are nothing here.”

Sam grabbed Brock by the collar and threw him out the front door. Once the commotion was over Sam guided you to a table and left only to bring you back some water and french fries.

“I hope this means I can take you out on a date now. I never like that guy.” Sam grabbed your hand and smiled.

“Yeah, I don’t think I liked him very much either. Besides I kind of had my eye on this bar owner for a while now.” You teased as Sam threw a fry at you.

You sat with Sam at Falcons until last call. Hopeful for the new chapter that was beginning.

[kireii-writes]

Can I request yandere Tomura stalking his obsession?

I’m your biggest fan

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a/n: this has got to be the longest shigaraki fic i’ve written. which really surprises me since shigaraki isn’t really my type.

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warning(s): stalking, yandere tendencies, mentions of drugging, slight cursing, a tad too long

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It started out with an innocent cup of coffee.

Then, it was the constant request for you to serve him.

Afterwards came the personal questions asked as you sat across him at the usual table he would park himself at after your shifts.

Next came multiple coincidences of running into him when you least expect it.

Of course, you were too naive and innocent to see through his intentions. That’s why he chose you.

At first, Shigaraki had entered the cafe you worked at in hopes of finding a hostage to threaten the pro-heroes, under the pretense of just causally dropping in, like many other customers do.

When he opened the door to the homely cafe, you were the one that greeted him with the warm and kind smile you’ve always had on your face. At first Shigaraki thought nothing of you, until you walked up to him to take his order.

“Good afternoon, sir. May I take your order?” You grinned at the light blue haired male sitting at the small table furtherest away from everyone.

There it was again- that same smile that you gave him when he first entered the cafe.

“Just a coffee.” The male replied gruffly as he pulled the hood of his jacket further down his face.

“We have many types of coffee, sir. Which one are you interested in?” The smile was still plastered on your face as you stood there, waiting for his reply. “We have different types of lattes, mochas and espressos. May I also interest you in the different cakes and breads we have?”

“Whatever, just get me anything.” Shigaraki replied impatiently. “I don’t know what to get, surprise me.”

Upon hearing his reply, you were slightly taken aback by surprise. Sure, you’ve dealt with many customers who were picky, but never one who was uninterested in picking out an order.

“Very well then,” You clicked your pen. “Do give me a moment.” Smiling at him, you turned your back towards Shigaraki and made your way to the counter.

~~~

“Here is your coffee, sir.” Your voice caught Shigaraki’s attention as he turned his attention away from the window. “Do enjoy.”

“What is this?” The male asked as he took a whiff of the aromatic scent of the coffee in front of him.

“Matcha latte.” You smiled. “Our store’s speciality.” Seeing no reaction from the man in front of you as he continues surveying the coffee in front of him, you figured a little background information wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially him.

“Did you know? The matcha latte is our specialty because it-“

“I don’t care.” Shigaraki spoke up with such brusqueness that you immediately stopped talking. “What’s your name.” He asked or rather, demanded.

“Y/n. My name is y/n.” You replied quickly, as if eager to please him when in reality, you were just afraid he might pick on you and cause the manager to come out. There’s no knowing if you’ll get to keep your job if that happens.

“Y/n....” Shigaraki hummed as he drummed his fingers on the smooth table absentmindedly. “That’s a nice name.” He muttered. If you hadn’t been paying close attention, you would have brushed it off. Instead, a blush slowly crept onto your face at his words.

“When are you done with work? I want to get to know you more.”

Checking the clock on the wall, your face lit up with the prospect of pleasing a customer. “Five more minutes.” You informed him.

“Then come back in 5 minutes.” The red eyed man replied, scratching the back of his neck as his gaze avoided you.

He was like a little kid, you thought.

“See you in 5 minutes then.” You chirped happily at the prospect of making a new friend.

“Oh and,” You turned back to face the man that was looking at your retreating form.

“What’s your name?”

“...”

“Shigaraki Tomura.”

~~~

Ever since then, you’ve hung out with Tomura every time your shift ends. Without fail, he would be waiting quietly at the same table the both of you first met, until you were ready to approach him.

Sometimes it was just hanging out at the cafe after work, catching up on anything and everything. Other times the both of you would walk through the town without a destination in mind as Tomura listened to you talk about your day.

It’s been three months.

Three months since you’ve met Tomura, and you’ve never once asked him what he does for a living. And he doesn’t tell you anything about himself either.

And then one day, he didn’t drop by the cafe as usual. You thought it was strange, but for all you know he could be busy.

As the last customer made their way out of the cafe, you started to clean up when your co-worker took on the job of closing the store, allowing you to leave earlier than planned.

Even though you left earlier, it was close to midnight when you alighted from the train. By now, there were not many people in the station.

Wrapping your coat around yourself, you hastily walked towards the direction of your home. There has been news of dangerous people lurking around the neighbourhood, and you wouldn’t want to risk bumping into them.

Although close to the station, the neighborhood you lived it was a rather old one. Dim streetlights lit the way home, but they were so dim that it didn’t help much. Often you would hear of rowdy people laughing as they drink themselves drunk in the dead of the night, causing a ruckus to the people living close by.

Picking up your pace, you avoided all eye contact and strained your ears to hear for any footsteps apart from yours as you took a turn into the neighborhood. You thought it was stupid to be so anxious about it, but you wouldn’t want to end up dead in an alley the next day because of one mistake.

But still, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling of someone or something watching you from the shadows. Turning back ever so frequently, you would scan the surrounding for any signs of a stalker. Every now and then, you could feel someone or something watching you as you walked hastily towards your home. And your suspicions were confirmed when a group of men emerged from the dark, menacing looks plastered on their faces.

“Hey little thing,” One of them drawled as he made his way towards you, the smell of liquor hanging onto his clothes and skin. “Where are you going? Let me take you there.” He hiccuped.

You tried to walk past him, but his drunkard friends surrounded you in a circle, preventing you from escaping.

“Are you deaf?” Another man demanded impatiently. “He asked you where you��re going. Are you gonna ignore him? You know what happens to stupid people like you who don’t answer big bro?” the man on your right snarled at you.

You could’ve just run through them, but fear overtook your body, your legs frozen in place. You whole body shook in trepidation. Is this how you’re going to die?

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t realize that the men were now closing in on you. They were the kind of people that the neighborhood police have warned the people living close by about. They’ve been trying to nab these guys, but were unable to because they would evade the police and seem to have a hiding spot that nobody knows about.

A surprised yelp left your lips as you were being pulled by the collar from behind, your legs desperately trying to regain stability.

“Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this.” You begged as a last resort. In response, you were roughly pushed to your knees as “big bro” stood in front of your trembling form, his hands undoing his belt.

“Stupid bitches like you should just shut up and do as you’re told.” He slurred.

By now, the feeling of someone else watching you apart from the men who’ve cornered you were the least of your concerns.

“No! Please!” Tears were running down your face in fear of your situation as two men from behind tore your coat away and roughly pinned you down.

A stinging slap to your face was all you got in response.

“Better open your mouth nice and wide.” The supposed leader hiccuped, his face flushed red from the liquor he has downed.

While you struggled against your captors and begged for your life, you thought it was over as the man grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open.

As the sight of him drew closer to you, tears wouldn’t stop leaking from your eyes. Maybe, if you closed your eyes it would be better. Not like it would help you get out of this situation you’re currently in.

But when the grip on your jaw loosened, you opened your teary eyes to see that the man had completely disappeared. And in his place was a pile of ash and dust.

“He should’ve gotten his filthy hands off what belongs to me.” A familiar voice reached your ears.

“T-Tomura?” You looked up through blurry eyes to see the oh so familiar face staring at the pile of ash with contempt.

Instantly, the rest of the men who’ve had you cornered released you and stumbled backwards as if they had seen a ghost, a look of fear flashing before their faces.

“Oi, are the both of you going to come out or do I have to finish this myself? If that’s the case, what’s the point of bringing you guys along?” Tomura said to no one in particular as he scratched the back of his neck.

“What’s the rush?” A second voice replied as a man with scars on his face and hands emerged from the shadows. “We have all the time in the world.” The man smirked at your assaulters as he ran a scarred hand through his thick, black hair. “And also, I didn’t join you so I could save some damsel in distress, Shigaraki.”

“Dabi’s right, you know. I just wanted to see for myself how y/n looked like, not come and play hero. We should leave that to the real heroes.” A blonde haired girl giggled, knife in hand. “But I can see why y/n’s got your interest. I guess you following her around for 3 months really did pay off.”

“Are you going to help me get rid of these good for nothings or am I going to have to disintegrate you for talking too much, Toga?” Tomura questioned the girl named Toga.

“Well,” She started. “There’s new blood, so I guess i’ll help out then!” Toga bounced up and down gleefully.

As the remaining of your captors tried to run away, Toga leapt at the closest man and plunged her knife into his neck, all the while chanting “new blood, new blood” gleefully like a little kid.

“Dabi. You get the rest.” Tomura scratched his neck, a red spot emerging slowly but surely.

It was then when you felt warmth as blue light emitted from the the black haired male’s palm. Wait no, it wasn’t light.

It was blue flames.

Soon, the terrified screams of the men who’d attacked you died down in the flames, the nearby walls scorched and tainted black with the aftermath of the blue flames.

And there you were, clutching your coat that Tomura had picked up to your chest, trying to process what just happened.

Tomura just disintegrated someone, the girl called Toga was collecting the blood of her victim, and the man with blue flames was standing there, his hands now shoved into his jeans.

“Y/n.” Tomura spoke as he looked at you, who was still a trembling mess on the floor.

“H-how did you know I would be here? Who are these people? W-who are you?”

The night was still and quiet now apart from Toga’s quiet humming as she cleaned her knife, your questions hanging in the air unanswered.

“You k-killed someone.” You whispered, Tomura becoming a stranger in your eyes.

“...”

“Because he touched you. He touched what belongs to me.” Tomura replied, a hint of remorse nowhere to be found.

“Why don’t you just tell her that you’ve been watching her like the creep you are for the past few months already.” Dabi smirked.

“And who we are!” Toga piped up.

Silence greeted the four of you as Tomura stood there, staring at you intently.

“no... wait!” You cried out as you inched back from the once familiar figure in front of you. Now, he was someone else- a murderer who feels no remorse and not the Shigaraki Tomura that you knew. 

“So?” The blue hair man scratched his nape out of frustration. “I told you, it’s because they touched what is mine.” 

What’s his? Did he mean you? Since when did you belong to him. 

“H-how long have you been following me?” You questioned, hoping that he wouldn’t hear the fear in your shaky voice. You needed to stall as much time as possible while thinking of an escape route. But three against one? Only a miracle would allow you escape. 

“Long enough to know your daily routine.” The man name Dabi smirked, mockery lacing his words as Tomura stared down at you and said nothing. 

“Creep.” You couldn’t help but whisper under your breath. Your eyes were stinging and blurry with the tears that were threatening to spill over, but you didn’t dare to look away from Tomura out of fear that he might try something in the mere split second. 

“We’ll save the questions for later.” He finally spoke up. When you finally looked at him, a syringe was in his hands.

“For now, get some rest.” 

A soft gasp left your lips as the stinging feeling of needle pierced your skin, and drowsiness slowly overtook you, your body heavy like lead.

The last thing you saw was Tomura’s ruby red eyes looking down at you.

“I’ll protect you forever, y/n.”

[queenofimagines]

It’s Happened Before

Request: “heyy can you do one where y/n normally plays hard to get around guys but when she’s really drunk one guy won’t leave her alone and jj saves her. When he takes her home he’s super sweet and y/n is all over him, he likes it because he has a huge crush on her but then he feels bad bc he doesn’t want to take advantage. At some point y/n thinks that he will take advantage of her in her drunk mind and she says it’s happened before. ((Also love ur writing sm))💜” by @maybebanks

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault

Notes: I’ve never written a fic with sexual assault before so I apologize if it’s inaccurate or insensitive in any way, I promise that is not my intention. If any of you find any discrepancies in my writing of it or find anything offending please let me know so I can fix it and so I can pay attention to it in the future. Thank you!

Also, this ended up being really long... sorry not sorry :)

You loved playing hard to get, and JJ loved that you never made it easy for him. He fell for your spit-fire attitude right away and since then had never stopped trying to make you his. If you were being honest, though, you liked this little game of cat and mouse that you and JJ had started when you met. You liked how he followed you around like a lost puppy, but you also took pride in the fact that you got the JJ Maybank, notorious for only ever having one night stands, to want you and only you.

Everyone knew of your little game, many already thinking of you as JJ’s girl and referring to you as such because of how inevitable it was that you two would end up together. You hoped they were right, and that you and JJ would end up in an actual relationship. You were young, you knew that you still needed to figure out exactly what you wanted out of life and where you wanted it to go, but to you, one thing was for certain: no matter what happened or where you went, you wanted JJ Maybank to be there. But you were scared, scared that he’d get bored of you, scared that he only liked you for the chase. You were by no means a thrill-seeker, often opting to go with the safer options when John B presented you guys with whatever adventurous scheme he had come up with. JJ, on the other hand, liked to run headfirst into danger without even so much as a plan, something that made you uneasy. You were sure that when the chase was over you’d have a few weeks of bliss before the realization that you weren’t actually what JJ wanted would hit him like a sucker punch and that he’d leave you like so many others had. What you didn’t know, though, was that JJ was by no means in it for the thrill of the chase.

JJ saw right through you. He knew that your quick wit was a way for you to cover up your fear and your pain. He knew that fear and pain caused you to lead him on this chase in the first place. And sure, he liked it when you played hard to get, but that wasn’t what drew him in. JJ fell in love with the way you cared about him and the other Pogues. He fell for the way you always seemed to have just enough time in your busy schedule to help Kiara clean up the litter that so many had carelessly left behind at keggers, how you always seemed to have just enough time to cook for John B when he wasn’t taking care of himself like he should have, how you always seemed to know exactly what to say to calm down Pope when he got anxious, how you always kept him out late enough so that he would just have to spend the night with you instead of going home, and how, when it was necessary for him to go home, you always seemed to “accidentally” leave your blankets in his room during winter when you knew it would be freezing. JJ fell in love with you because you cared about him in a way no one else had before, the chase you led him on was just part of the fun, but even without it JJ still would have stared at you as if you had hung the moon just for him.

It was the beginning of summer, and high time for you and the Pogues to throw yet another kegger to kick it off. You, for one, were more than happy to get uninhibitedly drunk to drown out the insecurities you had when it came to your maybe-relationship with JJ. You were on your fourth cup of beer by now, the party only having started less than an hour ago, and to say you were plastered was an understatement. You didn’t have a particularly high tolerance, you and the rest of the Pogues were very aware of that, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to get wasted and have fun. JJ knew something was up with you when you chugged your first beer right away as you weren’t the chugging type. All of the Pogues noticed your strange behavior too. They knew that you were the kind of person to sip your beer until you were buzzed and keep yourself in that state but never surpass it. JJ knew something was wrong and assured Kiara, John B, and Pope that he would keep an eye on you when they brought up that one of them should stay sober enough to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid. He reasoned with them, stating that since he was the only one of the four who hadn’t had at least three beers by this point that he would be the best bet to stay sober. The Pogues were confused, knowing JJ to be the first of them to get completely hammered, but they didn’t question him, instead agreeing and turning back to the party. What he neglected to tell them was that he had already made up his mind to stay sober and watch over you at the beginning of the party and that his decision to have only one beer, although it was more like half a beer since he was trying to be as completely sober as possible without it looking too suspicious, was purposely made before anyone else had even noticed how off you were acting.

You were unaware of the lingering eyes on you, you were also unaware that the eyes staring at your figure weren’t just JJ’s. A boy around your age, a Touron you guessed based on his sweatshirt which sported some college that you just knew wasn’t from anywhere near the Outer Banks, had seen you dancing with some old acquaintances of yours and decided it was time to approach you. You didn’t notice him coming up behind you, but JJ did, he didn’t dare make a move though, knowing you hated that macho bullshit and were perfectly capable of handling yourself, but he was still on edge when the boy placed his hands on your hips.

You thought the boy was JJ, really you did. But the second you pressed your back into him you knew you were sorely mistaken. You quickly turned around, eyeing the boy who had put his hands on you not mere seconds before, telling him to go away. You didn’t want him, you wanted JJ, and even your drunk self knew that you would never want to be dancing with anybody else.

“Come on, baby, let’s just have some fun,” the boy said, grabbing your hips again. But you resisted, pushing him away and beginning to walk away in the hopes that you could find said blondie.

“Hey! Don’t walk away from me,” the boy said, tightly grabbing onto your bicep. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you that it’s rude to ignore someone who’s talking to you?”

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that you shouldn’t be grabbing girls like that?” JJ responded, having seen the interaction from where he stood near the keg and immediately making his way over to you.

“Listen, buddy, I wasn’t talking to you.” The boy stepped closer to JJ, pushing you out of the way and causing you to trip and fall onto the sand. That did it for JJ, who began throwing punches at the Touron who dared lay a hand on you. The Touron didn’t stand a chance against JJ and you quickly realized that you would have to stop him from killing the boy.

“JJ,” you said meekly, hoping that your voice was loud enough to hear. You didn’t want to talk much louder, your head already pounding from the sudden shift of your body when you fell. But he couldn’t hear you, not over the sound of the crowd egging on the fight.

“JJ!” You yelled, already regretting the decision when you felt the throbbing in your head get worse. JJ stopped, looking over at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Can we just go, please?”

JJ slowly nodded, letting go of the Touron and carefully picking you up to take you back to the Chateau. He sat you down on the couch, beginning to move away to turn the lights on, but your grip on his hand was vice-like.

“Y/N, let me turn on the lights, alright sweetheart?”

“No, stay.” JJ couldn’t fight you when you looked so sleepy and utterly adorable. He made his way next to you on the couch where you proceeded to practically fall into his lap. JJ moved so that you were lying comfortably against him, sure that you would probably just fall right asleep. But instead of hearing your soft snores, he felt your hand reach up into his hair and your lips gently trail across his neck. His heart rate sped up, loving the soft attention he was receiving and pulling you closer, running his hands along your sides, only stopping when he heard your breath hitch and felt your body tense.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked.

“N-nothing,” you responded.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He said quickly, afraid that you thought he only wanted to have sex with you and feeling like he was taking advantage of your state of mind by not stopping you from delivering the physical affection he craved. You quickly sat up, staring at him with watery eyes full of disbelief.

“You-you’re not going to...?” You trailed off, not wanting to say it.

“Sweetheart, I’d never take advantage of you like that. Even if you wanted to I wouldn’t let you, you’re not in your right mind right now and I need you to be fully aware if we do this.” He said, thinking that the tears in your eyes and the look on your face were caused by disappointment. Before he knew it you had launched yourself at him, tightly hugging him to you while you sobbed into his shoulder. JJ was beyond confused at this point but he knew that he just needed to be here for you right now. He slowly wrapped his hands around you so as not to startle you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?”

“For not taking advantage of me.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that, sweetheart, I’d never do that to you.” You sniffled, mumbling a response. He dearly hoped you didn’t say what he thought you said, but the waver in your voice at the words you spoke was unmistakable.

“It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.” JJ’s heart broke. Someone had taken advantage of you? He quickly pulled you away from him in order to look at you.

“Who?” He questioned. He was beyond angry, ready to fight the person who had made you feel like you needed to thank him for being a decent fucking human being. You shook your head.

“Some Touron a couple of months ago.” A couple of months ago? How did he not know? How could he have let that happen to you?

“We snuck away from the party, I thought he just wanted to talk but I was just being stupid. He was older and made me feel special so I followed along when he suggested we go somewhere else. H-he started touching me, I didn’t want him to. I told him to stop but he didn’t. He started kissing me and then we heard a gunshot. He bolted as soon as he heard it and I tried to come and find you guys.” You were sobbing at this point, not wanting to remember the moment having not fully processed the situation. JJ began crying too, angry that he didn’t protect you and angry that you had been struggling with this alone.

“No, no, no, that’s not your fault. You weren’t being stupid, okay? I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say, what could he have said? What happened to you wasn’t okay and he wasn’t sure how to handle it either, so he pulled you close to him, letting you cry into his chest despite the pain it caused him to hear your broken sobs. Soon you fell asleep, the rest of the Pogues having come back to the Chateau not too long after, quietly asking JJ if you were alright. JJ shook his head, silently telling them that they’d have that conversation tomorrow. They all nodded, John B heading to his room and Pope and Kie heading to the spare room to give you guys some space.

As JJ lay in the dark, calmed by your steady breathing, he stroked his hand through your hair and promised you that he would protect you, no matter what.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Shelbys at Somme: Chapter 1

Thomas Shelby X Reader

2478 words

Summary: As Thomas Shelby enacts his plans to expand the Peaky Blinders, memories of Somme haunt him. A name he’s never spoken. A story he’s never told. A promise never kept. In desperation he tells a story, but stories only seem to haunt him.

By: @adventuresintooblivion

“I’m assuming you know who I am, Father.” The musty air of a church filters through the screens of a confession box. The air was heavy as if it waited with bated breath for what he might say. Ancient leather creaked beneath him as he shifted his weight, waiting for the reply of an old man who had no obligation to serve him. The change of pace was nice.

A chuckle filtered through from the neighboring box. “Thomas Shelby, I know who you are. I’ve been waiting for you all day, even cleared out my schedule for you.”

Thomas glanced towards the voice, even though they couldn’t see each other, “I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not.”

“It’s only once a year when I get to hear from you. It’s damn near becoming a holiday. Even though you don’t usually talk much.”

The gang leader let out a deep breath. “It’s because most of the time I don’t know what to say. But this time I think...I might have a story for you.”

The reverend’s voice was unsteady as he replied, “I can’t wait to hear it, my son.”

“Don’t get me started on fathers. No, today is the story about a girl who joined the army. And before you ask, no, she wasn’t a nurse.”

“She fought?”

Thomas nodded. His fingers twitched to reach from a cigarette. Something to fidget with that would keep him in the box long enough to get this damn weight off his chest. 

“She died with a gun in her hand at the Battle of Somme. I held her guts as her blood turned dirt to mud. I…” His voice gave out. Can I even say the words?

The reverend's voice startled him, “Was she a part of your company?”

Thomas cleared his throat. “Yes. She’d um...She’d disguised herself as a man and joined. Her brothers were sent to the warfront and she followed.” 

For the next couple of hours Thomas spoke. Each word felt as if it were torn from him. This tale had become the foundation of which he’d built his walls and now he laid it at a strangers feet brick by brick. Only the occasional gasps from the box beside him signaled that anyone was listening. 

“This woman sounds quite extraordinary.”

“Yeah. Yeah she was.” Thomas took a deep breath as he summoned every fiber of courage to continue, “I asked her to marry me.”

A long pause filled the air between them. Thomas’ skin began to crawl as if all the statues that adorned the church were now peering into his soul. He wasn’t a man of God, at least not anymore. He mainly did this to satisfy his Aunt Pol; however, there were times that he couldn’t ignore the feeling of another presence in his life. Whether it was God, Fate or magic he really didn’t know, nor did he care. 

Most of the time. Now he was baring his soul in front of a man who’d claimed to know the ultimate difference between right and wrong, led by some divine being. Thomas didn’t regret much in life. He couldn’t change the past, and he had his plate full with the present. This one moment, along with a handful of others, had scared something inside him. Did he even want to heal?

“Well now, Mr. Shelby, while I’d be honored to perform your nuptials , I cannot in good grace marry you to a corpse.”

Thomas couldn’t stop the wry smile. “I’m not asking you to, Father. I just needed to tell someone.”

He asked, “Is today the anniversary of when she died?”

Thomas didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. 

Instead the reverend continued, “Would you have actually done it?”

“Done what?”

“Marry her.”

“In an instant.” Thomas blinked. He’d spent all these years being unsure of his own intentions that fateful day. But the words had sprung forth from somewhere deep inside him bursting from a locked box where he’d kept them safe for so many years.

The reverend gave a soft chuckle, “If you want forgiveness I would suggest-”

Thomas interrupted him as he finally reached for his cigarette, “Oh, I don’t want forgiveness Father. Never have, never will.” 

“Then what was the point of this?” the reverend stammered. 

Thomas’s voice came out in a low growl, “In case I die tonight, she deserves to be remembered by someone. Might as well be a holy man.” His voice fading into the night as he left to go face his demons.

〜

Grace’s hand slipped against the slick glass she’d been cleaning causing the glass to go flying and shatter against the wall. She silently thanked her lucky stars that Harry was out, but it wouldn’t be long before the missing glass was noticed. She reached for the broom to clean the damned mess when a knock came from the door.

“One moment!” She hurriedly swept up the worst offenders before rushing to the door. 

There waiting for her was the only man who dared knock on the door before open, Thomas Shelby. He took off his hat the moment he came inside and nodded toward her 

Thomas shuffled toward the bar looking for another bottle of whiskey when his foot came down on the rest of the glass Grace had forgotten about. He glanced down, making sure what he heard was in fact glass before casting a tired glance at the new barmaid.

“Trying to kill me already, Ms. Burgess?”

Grace’s heart leapt into her throat making it hard to speak as she rushed over to finish what she’d started, “I...I’m so sorry. I got distracted”

She swept up the remainder of the glass in a frenzy with Thomas standing all too close. So close in fact she could smell his soap beneath the stale cigarette smoke that clung to just about everyone in Birmingham. Once she was done she was grateful for the excuse to put some sort of distance between them. 

In the mirror behind the bar she could see him watching her out of the corner of her eye. Something about the way he stood blended together the stalking of a predator and a tired man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. 

Thomas’ voice easily filled the entire space leaving little room for Grace to breathe, “Do you know what I do to women who try to kill me?”

Grace steeled herself. If she showed him any weakness he’d walk all over her, just like he did with everyone else. So she spun around in a huff, her arms folded across her chest.

She raised her chin in defiance, “What do you do Mr. Shelby?”

“I take them dancing.” 

Grace blinked slowly trying to wrap her mind around the words she just heard, “Dancing?”

Thomas nodded, closing the distance between them, “Yes. I might even be so inclined to let the lady choose where to go. It seems fair to level the playing field.”

Grace looked around as if the wood itself could tell her if he was joking. There was no smile, no tilt of the head or anything else to break the tension. Is he actually serious?

She shook her head slowly. “I don’t have a dress.”

Thomas let his eyes roam over her. Even he had to admit that Grace had a beauty about her that you didn’t see that often. Yet the thing about her that always drew him closer was her defiance. Not many people told him ‘no’.

He took out his wallet and started counting, “How much does a nice dress cost these days?”

“Are you serious?”

Thomas froze.

Dust assaulted his lungs as bombs threw rock into the air. Heat from a much smaller body curled against him gasping raggedly from breath as her brow furrowed, “Are you serious?”

“Meet me here in five days in your dress. Have a place picked out. “ He practically threw the money at Grace, probably too much. He spun on his heels stalking for the exit. She cried out after him but he didn’t stop.

He needed air. Alcohol buzzed in his veins. It dulled his senses, made the world around him less real but his attempts to bury the memories only made them stronger. Thomas glared at the world around him. Her laughter danced on the wind. A song he’d long forgotten the words to thrummed in his soul. Some tune that they screamed the words to in defiance of all that the Germans had done.

Today the memories were close. A blanket of fear and sorrow pulled close around his heart. Today was going to be a bad day.

〜

Danny "Whiz-Bang" was a tall man, some might call him gargantuan. A fancy word Y/N had used to scare away some drunk soldiers once. Y/N. 

He'd been thinking about her a lot lately. Danny desperately raked the fragmented pieces of his brain. Today was… the day she'd died. A year ago. Or had it been two? He'd have to ask Thomas. 

Last time he'd asked about her the look in Thomas's eyes answered all his questions. He'd gotten it wrong again.

Danny began to hum softly. Their song, an anthem really, that they played almost every night until that last battle. Where had he been while his best friend lay dying in the mud? Again the day played through his mind, the details muddled over the years.

He'd been switched with Freddie so instead of fighting with Y/N to distract the enemy, he'd been down in the tunnels digging. The tunnel had stretched for miles by the time they'd finished and began setting the charges. Vibrations gently shook the tunnel, forcing dirt to rain down into his eyes. 

Nobody even knew they were there until it was too late. The detonation had destroyed the foundation of three turrets, which allowed the British to take back much of the ground they'd already lost.

Music interrupted his thoughts as the same tune he hummed to himself soon filled the street. A busker on the corner stood tall as he played a violin. Wood gleamed in the dimly lit night as hoards of people shuffled past. Rich brown contrasted brilliantly with the general grey dinge of Birmingham. 

Danny couldn't stop the shaking. No one was supposed to know that song except for the 174th yet here it was in his home. He shook his head vigorously, the visions, they must be happening again. Danny began to turn, better he leave for London than have another episode in public. Just as the busker left his sight he heard something he'd never thought he'd hear again.

"Danny? Danny Whiz-Bang is that you?"

He froze. It wasn't real, she was dead.

The music stopped as something tugged on his sleeve. He shouldn't turn around, the ghosts would get him if he did. What would he see this time? A german strangling Thomas? Y/N's head gaping wide open? Or would it be himself?

Whatever was tugging on his arm was insistent. Danny took a deep breath. He couldn't hide forever.

Dirt crunched under his heel as he turned. Smoke left a rancid undertone in the air that filled his lungs. Stone buildings rose into the sky, impossibly tall while still leaning into each other. Roofs sagged under the weight of centuries and rain.

Danny didn't see any of this. The world itself fell away as his eyes landed on a small figure. Her curly mop of hair ended just below his collarbone. Wide tired eyes stared up at him, searching his features for some small hint of recognition. Her clothes weren't that god forsaken uniform or the dress of a lady. Just trousers and coat like any man would wear, fitted to her figure. Her coat was by no means threadbare, but still worn.

"Y/N?"

A smile spread across her lips and it was like watching the sun finally revealing itself after a storm.

Her voice was almost too loud compared to the low buzz of the street, "Hey Danny. It's...it's so nice to see you."

Danny shook his head as he reached up for his cap. Lines appeared on his face, etched deep as he squeezed his eyes shut. The large man hid desperately behind the clump of fabric, praying that he might banish the phantom before he lost control.

“You’re not real. Thomas says that whenever I see you, you’re not real.”  His voice shook as he took a careful step back. 

Y/N’s brow furrowed, “Do you see me often Danny?”

Finally he opened his eyes with unshed tears glinting in the sun, “Almost everyday. I miss you so much but y...you’re dead.” 

Y/N gently reached out and gripped Danny’s hand in hers, “I’m not dead Danny. I was hurt, and they sent me home, but the Reaper hasn’t gotten me yet.”

“Why didn’t you come back?” he demanded.

She looked down, “They found out I was a girl. Kinda hard to hide your tits when you get shot in the stomach.”

Danny slowly lowered his cap, “The MP’s got you?”

Y/N nodded. 

Without warning Danny scooped her up into his arms, violin and all, enveloping her in a rib-breaking hug. Y/N threw her arms around him. He buried his head against her shoulder, his body shaking from laughter.

“Alright, alright put me down before you break me.” She grinned, patting his shoulder. He set her down with a practiced grace, muscle memory from years past taking over.

“We have to tell Thomas you’re back. He was talking about you the other day, and he’d love to see you.” Danny practically bounced with excitement.

Y/N felt her cheeks flood with color. She blamed it on the cold wind, “He still talks about me?”

Danny shrugged smiling sheepishly, “Well, not often. I think it hurts him, too, but he mentioned you the other day. Said he was going to tell the Reverend about you.”

Y/N snorted, “Yeah, Thomas Shelby the devout catholic. Anyways where is he? I’ve been in town a week and haven’t seen hide or tale of him.”

“He’s either down at the pub or the races. He’s got…” Danny’s eyes widened. “We have to go now or we won’t catch him.”

“Go wh-” 

Y/N was cut off as Danny lifted her off her feet and sprinted down the street. She clutched her violin to her chest for dear life as the streets whizzed by. Miraculously Danny hadn’t forgotten to grab her bag in the other hand.

“I can walk just fine you know!” Y/N screamed from beneath his arm.

Danny flashed her a smile. He didn’t do this because he had to. He did it because he missed doing it everyday in the army.

[sly-merlin]

Killing Me - 7 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : cursing and mention of a knife.

words :: 6k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

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                       “  curiousity got the cat hitched”

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It was 10 a.m. Not too late! but if someone has a long check list for the day, waking up this late in the morning was obviously not an ideal option. Groaning, you removed the sheets to get ready for a busy Sunday. As much as you didn’t want to tread in that direction, there was only one way out of the room. Keys jingled as you opened the door from inside, mentally thanking Kun for providing you the separate keys for it’d have been impossible to get the little nap that you took after 3a.m.

You were surprised at how door didn’t creak at all when you opened it. Your brows drew together as your eyes darted east and west to find any sign of life but hopefully the door of the other room was closed. You sighed, dragging your feet towards the bathroom.

unconsciously bolting the door, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Eye bags adorned your deep eyes, cheekbones seeming dull and a bit hollow and all of this has happened in just a week. No matter how comforting the bedding was, the panic had already seeped through your bones when you saw that knife in yuta’s hand. With broken resolve of staying away from them, your anxiety had forced to to call taeyong at midnight, hours after fighting with your thoughts.

“Y/n you need to calm down. I told you already there’s nothing to be afraid of!

“How am I supposed to calm down when he literally threatened me with a knife!” your voice came out in loud whisper.

“He’s just finding a way to control you. I know he might have sounded aggressive but he’s not-

“Aggressive? You are defending that asshole!.... but it shouldn’t be a surprise to me. After all he’s your own kind. I can’t put-

“No y/n. you said yourself he looked drunk! and when I’m telling you you are safe th-

“I don’t think there’s anything to believe. I won’t be surprised if this was just a ploy to kill me in some more satisfactory way.” and you had hung up the phone on him.

After the call, you had realised there were flaws in your accusations towards taeyong but you were not in the wrong here and caring for your own life never counts as overreacting!

Finishing the morning routines, you were about to enter your room to get ready for the day but your feet instinctively led you to the living room.

Knife was gone. But the mark it left was a reminder of the alarms that went off in your head hearing yuta’s words.

You shook your head, deciding to stick to your original plan. Live and leave!

your to do list was not lengthy but still time consuming and luckily you won’t return until eight or nine so maybe you won’t face him today.

Tutoring, returning the boxes and some groceries.

You were recalling everything you had to do as your privilege to delay things was already gone a week ago. Being a senior in the same uni, you were the best option for the juniors, who could teach them the tips and tricks of attempting subjective exams and it was filling your bank account so you were not going to complain about teaching on Sunday as well.

The stack of plastic boxes seemed to be teasing you. There was no Johnny or jaemin, so it’d take atleast two rounds to get those downstairs and moreover you had to spend extra money on the taxi as well.

You whined loudly. The load of glitches in your life was not ending at all.

And all for the courtesy of none other than nakamoto yuta.

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“I’m back!?” yuta announced his presence in the house in his loud good morning voice. “What’s for breakfast?

“Your favourite!” jungwoo replied cheerfully, tying his shoelaces.

Yuta glanced around finding most of them busy with one task or another but one particular scene going about in the corner of the hallway caught his attention.

“you lost yours! this is mine!” ten was shouting at doyoung, the same so-done-with-everyone look on doyoung’s face and between their hands was a mask that was getting harassed by both of them.

“You haven’t been active since two months, so no chance that this is yours!”

“I just went with you few days ago-

“What the heck are you both jumpy for?” yuta interrupted their bickering. They both stopped instantly, taking in yuta’s appearance. with hair looking like a bird’s nest and clothes all crinkled like he was wearing his sleepwear which he was not!

“Hyung! he is not giving me the mask. Its mine. I can’t go out for mission without it!” doyoung whined pointing at the black face mask aka cover at yuta.

“Since when are you nursing such macho interests doyie?” yuta snickered at doyoung , ten joining as well.

Doyoung gave them a stern look before throwing the mask on ten’s face. “ I’m not going with you anymore” he grumbled before making his way upstairs but stopped midway, pointing towards yuta, “ and I’m telling yong you are here again!” and he ascended upstairs.

“Give him my cover ten.” yuta patted ten’s shoulder but before he could ask or say anything to him, yuta made a beeline for the kitchen.

There in the kitchen, chenle and Kun were already gossiping minus chenle’s screaming, so it was visibly something serious. They both stopped as soon as yuta neared them and he definitely noticed the transition in the mood.

“What you hiding lele?” he asked the boy, settling himself between him and Kun.

Chenle simply giggled in response, his face lighting up yuta’s mood.

“What’s for breakfast?” he curiously asked Kun.

“cereal.” Kun replied.

“What! But jungwoo said it’s my favourite!”

“Yeah. You can definitely have your favourite cereal!” Kun exclaimed, sharing a high touch with chenle who couldn’t stop giggling at yuta’s scrunched nose.

“Don’t you have a mission to attend?”

“Mission? Pfff. why are you calling it that? It’s just a regular deal and why do you smell like...” chenle pretended to sniff yuta before completing his verbal assault. “Like someone poured egg mixture on your head.” kuns eyed widened as he tried his best to control his laughter by pursing his lips.

Chenle let out a high pitched scream as yuta grabbed his neck from behind, chenle’s body squirming under the pressure.

“Don’t you want to live few more years!” yuta playfully warned him, leaving his neck. As soon as he was released, he ran out of the kitchen for his dear life.

“You ain’t being a good father Kun!” Kun shook his head at yuta’s remark and turned towards the coffee machine instead. Yuta on the other side trudged across him to find his cereal box.

“Did jaehyun called you?” Kun asked him.

“He would call me for what now?” yuta backfired pouring the milk into the bowl.

“Taeyong hyung had a message for you but he was a bit busy.”

“Busy my ass. His backyard is always stuck to that ten feet chair. Haven’t you noticed how flat he has become!” he said with mouthful of cereal making Kun chuckle and cough at the same time, the coffee tickling his throat.

“What’s so funny here?” taeyong arrived in the kitchen, his hand poorly covering his yawning.

At the very moment, Kun coughed harder, trying to divert taeyong’s attention. After few more seconds of pretending, he calmed down.

“Done?” yuta asked Kun, smiling at him. Kun frowned at him in response as taeyong watched the exchange amusingly.

Taeyong made his way towards the cabinets to get himself something to eat but yuta circled backwards, blocking him with his long legs, feet now placed at the lower cabinet.

Taeyong glared at him through his hooded eyes. “Go back to your home and let us live in peace!”

“This is my home and I have pledged to not let anyone live in peace, especially you.” yuta replied pointing his spoon at him.

“Not . anymore!” taeyong declared, emphasising each syllable.

“Why are going to the deal in pyjamas? Are you trying to impress someone there? Perhaps li-shan, Taiwanese weapon mogul. But I don’t think you can amaze her without showing your ugly face boss.” yuta jabbed at yong, wiggling his brow at him. But with each word leaving his mouth, he was annoying taeyong more than ever.

“Why not talk about you instead. Let’s explain kun what you did last night hmm!” taeyong brushed his palms together before folding them against his chest. Kun titled him head at his words. He was missing something probably.

“I don’t know what you are talking about yong.” yuta replied calmly but moved his legs to clear taeyong’s path, hoping he would slide away, taking his precious mouth with him.

taeyong that was facing yuta now rotated his body in kun’s direction, addressing him, “our dear yuta welcomed y/n into his life by slamming a knife into the coffee table, telling her to leave the fuck out of his life, all while being under influence of alcohol, which we all know was nothing but a façade.” the composed manner with which taeyong spoke was enough for yuta to break down his frisky mannerisms. He didn’t think you would rant him out to taeyong.

“So she is a whiny baby like our doyoung!”

“This is not what I mean and you know that!” taeyong’s voice rose, staring yuta down with his hands tucked in his pyjama pockets.

“It was a mistake”, yuta tried to explain, threading a hand through his hair, “I was drunk.” he completed quietly.

“Then how did u drive home? Were you drunk and driving?”

“I told you alre-

“Cut it yuta! I’m done hearing your stupid excuses for impulsive actions. Because of you she doubted me! Fucking me! Am I seriously a man of my words or was this all some stupid drama. She thinks I’ve hired you to slaughter her in her sleep! What the fuck, don’t you laugh at me now!” out of nowhere, yuta has started laughing and nobody knew what was so funny to him in the whole conversation.

“I seriously don’t remember anything except the knife part but now I feel like she might have peed her pants yesterday!”

“Bring her here tomorrow and you’ll apologise in front of me!”

Suddenly yuta’s face fell at his order. “No way in hell I’m doing that. And she’s never sitting in my car. ever.” he emphasised, leaving the stool to put dishes in sink.

“Oh wow. Ohkk. Then you are bringing her to the district office tomorrow. For registration. At sharp 9a.m and i don’t need any lame stupid excuses. And she’s sitting in the passenger seat of your car. Or you are apologising to her in front of everyone. A or b. you choose now!” taeyong stated with a flash of authority in his voice. They both eyed each other down as Kun whirled around to leave the negativity. He was done and that too for good.

“I’m going to shower.” yuta announced, rounding the counters to follow Kun but stopped once he reached the door.

“I don’t know what has come over you but I’ve never seen this much hatred in your eyes ever. not for anyone we know. never expected it from you yongie. why it has to be me hmm!”

taeyong’s anger reduced to one of puzzlement as he took in yuta’s word. He raised his hand to stop him but he was gone. Sitting on the stool and resting his head in between his hands, he could sense yuta’s hostility for him. Yuta has always been messing up with his head. That was nothing new. But when did his gamesome disputes got twisted into antagonism, taeyong was unable to find an answer for that. His intentions might not have been bonafide but they were truly far away from the malice yuta was accusing him of. He didn’t hate him. Never had. And never will. But now was not the time to repair their cuts. Because yuta won’t allow him to even try.

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16:00

“Do you think of all the topics, Mrs. Kang is going to choose double jeopardy?” your junior or student at the moment, asked you in confusion, flipping through the pages of his constitution reference book.

“Yes she would. Definitely. And subjective on that. How many times do I have to repeat! There are just 73 pages of Article 13 on this book. Just pick and choose the precedents and landmark cases and you are done.” you concluded.

Just when you were about to taste your now cold chocolate latte, another one chirped up.

“Can’t we skip some of the civil rights? She gave us an assignment of ex post facto laws instead and we don’t think she’d question us on the topic she didn’t even taught in the first place!”

You suddenly chuckled, resting the cup on the small table. “That’s nothing new actually. For all I know, she has been doing this since she joined fifteen years ago. Topics differ but same pattern follows. She gives an assignment a month before exams, adds the grades as extra credit, imprinting a false presumption through her actions that she’d go in hell if she ever questions from that topic in exams. Everyone is happy that they can skip at least one topic without worrying about it and then boom!!!.She puts that very topic in subjective part. Voila! and everyone’s scores drop.” you sighed looking dramatically at the opposite wall. “But not actually everyone is that naïve so people like me and you actually do the chore of consulting our seniors. And this chain is as old as her career. So do you want to take the risk of doubting me?” you completed looking down at them with furrowed brows.

If words could kill, it’d have been the ones you just threw mercilessly at the young ones right now! They looked like seconds away from passing out. Your own face dropped at their helplessness so instinctively, you assured them.

“Hey! No pressure. You have one of the best guide here so I’ll make sure you ace the civil law!”

Their stiff shoulders relaxed for once in last 3 hours. Another forty five minutes and you would be leaving this small study room. The occasional yawns were not going away by coffee either. You were tired as hell but still had plenty to do. The visit to supermarket was still pending and you were not going to waste your precious money on taxi. Not again. You’d rather travel for an hour by bus to reach your new residence.

You were consumed in your own restless thoughts when the ringing of your phone woke you up.

Yugeom.

“Oye y/n, we are going to itaewon. A new restaurant has opened. At eight. Get ready and I’ll pick you up from dorms.”

no hello. No formalities. He commanded you like you were his junior soldier in a war waiting for his directions to act.

“Slow your roll! I’m busy. I can’t join you today.”

“What are you doing at this hour? Your tuitions ended an hour ago.”

“No. I missed previous sessions so I’m making up for It.” you heard a long sign from other side.

“Ok. So you are only fifteen minutes away from dorms! You can make it. If you say we’ll delay for an hour. How about now?” you cringed at his antics but you had no other option than to burst his hope.

“I’m busy after that. I’ve some grocery shopping to do. I moved out so I’m busy setting everything up.” you deliberately mumbled the last part.

“What the! You moved out. When and why” the happiness in his voice suddenly turned into one of annoyance, “Why is everybody hiding stuff from me these days? Jungkook is busy every other day doing don’t know what! And now you! You changed address and probably I’m the last person to be knowing this!” he huffed at the end.

“I don’t know about kooky but I just took the decision in emergency. And I promise I’ll treat you to bulgogi next time.” your peace offering to him was his favourite food so you knew you were in safer zone. that was the only way you knew. food.

“yeah yeah whatever. Its not like I expect you both to visit my grave or anything. just don’t miss yeong’s birthday. she would chop off your hair.”

“Yeah sure. Now bye. I’m busy.” you hung up with a smile plastered on your face, your students already waiting for you with knitted eyes.

“Oh sorry. What is it?” you apologised for distraction and moved your chair further to take a look at the book.

“Umm what should be the beginning sentence? I promise I’ll get through this, just give me a kick start.”

“Me too! I don’t want any less than an A.”

You rolled your eyes at their competitiveness and their dedication to cling to you for head starters. Last time, you told yourself that you won’t help them with papers next time. But their puppy faces got through you resolves. Every time.

“Doyeon, you can start with the maxim “autrefois convict” and how it is applied in other countries, indirectly giving a comparison with our system. And you!” you continued, concentrating on mingi. “You would give beginning of civil law and how it was admitted in Korea and then explain the article 13 while giving subtle hints about how our system is a bit shitty at this but don’t forget to sugar-coat or Mrs. Kang will make sure your stupid ass never completes law. afterall…Her husband is a judge in the high court !” you advised rather sarcastically, glancing back and forth between them in silence. As they understood the reference, a burst of loud hearty laughter covered the small room before all of you returned to your studies.

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9:30 p.m.

Your sneakers squeaked as you dragged your tired body out of the elevator. The apartment ,besides being just few steps away seemed miles away for now. By the strength you were holding and pulling the jute bag up from the floor, you were sure the red marks would be visible by now. Odds were never in your favour these days, but still to save yourself from the wrath of the monster, you had decided to take a longer route instead. Travelling, dinner, shopping, you had turned these everyday jobs into a mission to avoid yuta. But you had forgot about the discomfort that’d be caused by these extra efforts.

So now here you were, wishing the door itself would come and welcome you!

As soon as the door came into sight, you dropped the bag just when your body slumped against it. You groaned again realising chelin is not there to drag your almost dead body inside, so you picked the bag again. 2610 and the entrance was in vision.

As if some sort of warning, three pairs of shoes welcomed you. You took a deep, harsh breath before entering the hallway mutely. You walked straight for the kitchen but were not unnoticed by the two male figures sitting on the couch. Their heads turned like owls when you placed groceries on the counter. yuta and mark. You peeked through your hooded eyes to notice that they were playing some sort of game on the t.v and it wasn’t hard to read that the sour look on their faces was due to your presence in the vicinity.

So you did what you initially intended to! Leaving the bag on the counter, you left for your room but apparently everything has a limit excluding your bad luck.

You turned around ,muffled exhausted moan leaving your pursed lips only to find that the filled jute bag was now halfway empty, little red balls rolling and rolling towards the couches and the little marathon of apples stopped only at mark’s feet. You stood there like a deer caught in headlights until your admirer spoke out.

“That’s not how you feed your guests Mrs. y/n and especially not your husband.” the third man, jaehyun, who was hidden behind yuta till now, voiced his very genuine concern for your manners.

You initially rolled your eyes at his comment, deciding to avoid him as much as possible and removed your backpack to pick up the fruits and candies. But while you were picking up the stuff, a very annoying laughter erupted from the opposite side, definitely from jaehyun so you decided to address him directly.

“Hate to burst your bubble jaehyun, but uninvited guests seldom meets a welcome. so the problem here is maybe not me!” you  gave him a tight lipped smile and started with your scattered groceries again, placing them one by one in the bag again, the jute now balanced nicely to contain them.

“Well I’ve have an official invitation to be a guest here. Anytime I want. So isn’t it your duty to be a good host!” his snarked.

“Oh then someone who can adopt you, can feed you as well! And I’m sure you are in good hands jaehyun ” you only heard a snicker and someone’s shushing voice as the oranges in your hand started to roll out again. You were already frustrated enough to handle jaehyun and now the oranges were not cooperating either.

You started collecting them again when a pair of legs shadowed you.

“Wait I’ll do it!” mark said sheepishly, his hands already holding the other apples.

“It’s ok”

“You are wobbling. Lemma help.” mark gestured towards the fruits ,  fixing his glasses with his knuckles.

“Thanks” you merely mumbled as he filled and picked the bag only to place it in the corner of the further counter, secured properly.

After he was done, you thanked him again before picking your bag to leave for room.

“y/n don’t play the ‘lets catch criminals’ game in your sleep, who knows you might not wake up from the trauma of the consequences.” he shouted at you, chuckling along the way.

You were sure if frustration and idiocy had a face, jaehyun surely matched them perfectly.

“登録事務所。明日。 9時に”

Your mouth hung open as you stopped with the hand on the knob, trying to decipher what he said but obviously it was of no use. You didn’t know any Japanese so you just shut the door behind.

Loud laughs and yelling disturbed your sleep and that continued till 11p.m and after multiple trips to bathroom, you were able to rest a bit.

And one more thing you noticed during your frequent visits, yuta had officially moved in as your roommate.

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Turning off the alarm, you hid your face further into the summer sheets. The night was a bit peaceful as compared to the ones you have been experiencing lately but in no way blissful. You missed your small single dorm bed, your comrade in the battles of stress. The rooster alarm had woke you up at 6 but for every student, the desire to be in the embrace of bed swells on the day called Monday. Reluctantly, you rubbed your eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed. But as you beheld the sight with squinted eyes, a smile crept on your face, your legs taking you towards the balcony. As you opened the sliding door, the warm of the morning sun welcomed you, making you close your eyes at the feeling.

After staying there for a few moments, you decided to get ready as the university was now actually too far away for anyone’s liking and you were supposed to attend the lecture of Intellectual property law at 9 a.m sharp

Collecting the clothes for the day, you pushed yourself for the bathroom. As you opened the top cabinet, there was everything but what you stacked a day ago.

There was a toothbrush, but clearly not yours. There were cleansers and toners, but again, not yours! Even your sanitary products were gone!

Yesterday night, the new hand wash that also didn’t belong to you had indicated that yuta has settled down but it was only now that you noticed, he had thrown out yours to accommodate his own stuff! You pulled your hair in frustration at his thought. He was a jerk, for sure, but of very senior kind. If hundred jerks were grinded in a mixer, only then one yuta could come into existence again.

Looking around ,your eyes fell on the cabinets below the sink, a bit inwards, that were probably used to put cleaners or something. But as you opened them , a squeal left your lips. There were no toilet cleaners but still your essentials were haphazardly thrown over each other. At least these weren’t thrown outside!

Huffing and puffing, you properly assembled them, ready to get through the day. Your main focus was not to trip yourself into another blunder but that yuta was scheming against you even in your absence. Not that you could do anything, but if there was a slightest probability, you’d slice his bitter tongue at first attempt. But no violence, even in thoughts. For now.

Somehow, the running water had managed to wash your cold head and you happily got ready for university in black long sleeved top and washed jeans. There was no need for scarf and yeong won’t be seeing you due to her paper presentation, so the fashion exercise was also cancelled. Putting your hair in a low ponytail, you grabbed your heavy backpack and went out to get some breakfast. The thought of cornflakes topped with apples was watering your mouth. So you ran out of the room, throwing bag on the couch, then made your way to food paradise.

Thanks to Kun or Johnny, the kitchen was already well equipped with the utensils and cutlery but still it was hard to navigate to find a small bowl for cereal. Once the hunt for glass bowl ended, you gasped!

In your hurry to dodge the them yesterday, you had totally forgotten to refrigerate the milk and there was no doubt the milk was spoiled by now.you sighed digging through the bag for your milk cartons but wow! there was cereal, apples, which needed to be stored as well, the chocolates, but no milk. you were sure that you indeed paid for the two milk cartons but no nothing, nada!. biting your nails, you eyed the fridge. Could it be!

Yes, it was. The cartons were stored in the fridge fresh and packed. You would thank that mark boy someday, if he remain cordial with you! of course.

The milk was too cold for your preference, but everything’s better than starving! The watch on your wrist read 7:40, you were on time like always. You stored the milk back and washed the dishes. Last thing you wanted to hear was that man taunting you for not keeping the space clean. Tossing two apples into the bag, you marched for the door.

“Where are you going?” rotating in your steps, you noticed yuta standing by the counter, shirtless, wearing only jeans, drying his hair with a towel and his orbs staring into yours in a showdown.

“A student with a backpack at 8a.m! I won’t be going to a fight club right!” you replied impulsively but immediately regretted opening your mouth, noticing his warning gaze. You again turned to continue but he paused you again.

“You are breaking the deal here then! Taeyong hates deceivers and results of his rage are not very pleasant either. Not that I would mind anything here”

Your face twisted as to why would taeyong would feel being defrauded at your uni trip! He himself told you to continue study.

As you dictated your same thoughts to yuta, you were met with a questionable look.

“I’m talking about district office. The place where we are going to register this peaceful treaty. Today. At 9 a.m.” he air quoted peaceful as you took in his words. He could be lying right! As if he heard your thoughts, he clarified with a smirk garnishing his lips, “It’s not an assassination attempt. You won’t be walking right now if I wanted to kill you so much.”

You gulped at his words but regained composure moment later, “but taeyong didn’t inform me about this and I’m late for my lecture. I can’t miss it without informing my teacher. So go alone.”

“I would love to sweety! But I had informed you yesterday and they need both of us, unfortunately.” he was still crushing his blonde hair with the towel.

“We didn’t even talk yesterday!”

“You didn’t. I did. I told you right when you were outside your room so don’t lie. If you want to go, wait here. Or else take the bus. I don’t mind.” he concluded, walking away. And you thought he was shit-talking in Japanese.

“I don’t understand Japanese. So talk to me in Korean or English next time.” you shouted at his back, frowning in annoyance.

“DON’T YOU STUDY LAW OR SOMETHING?”

You groaned loudly at his illiterate comment. “Japanese isn’t a law subject you moron!” you mumble to yourself, fishing out your phone to shoot taeyong a text.

You: district office meeting is today?”

Waiting, you moved to the couches. His response came immediately.

Taeyong b.n: hmm. Johnny and doyoung would be there so jaehyun won’t be a trouble to you. If yuta does anything, do tell me. Bye.

You threw your head at the back, moaning in an ugly tone. The idea of travelling with yuta was daunting and nerve wrecking. And jaehyun was just cherry on top. Single minute in his presence made you felt like an intruder. So much for new family. Then there was Johnny who could be counted as totally normal if placed in same balancing scales as these foolish brains and Kun had same vibes as jungkook, positive and put together. And from jungkook, your mind floated to chelin. You had decided to let her choose some skirts for you as it would make her happ-

You craned your neck at the sound of utensils. Yuta, now properly dressed ,was making food for himself. And he was wearing black shirt and washed jeans. Same as you. How insufferable. You were going to be looking like his little sister or something!

“Hurry up!” you exclaimed. “I have a lecture. I want to attend the half of it at least.” crossing your arms, you tried to focus on the t.v instead. Your previous happy mood was nowhere to be found in the reflection that faced you!

“We aren’t going on a bicycle. And we are going to a govt. office. Forget about the lecture, you’ll die of standing in the queues anyway.” he scoffed at you, taking a bite of the bread.

Cabinet open. Cabinet shut.

Refrigerator open. Shut.

Another thud. Maybe of glass bowl. By the sound of it, the bowl he was using won’t last for too many days.

A few moments of silence.

at this point, you could hear your own heartbeat, but still you were on edge. Your legs were restlessly shaking, fingers crossed, and thumbs fighting for dominance. Then suddenly, you face contorted at a certain sound.

Slurping. And it continued to breach the silence for few more moments. A louder thud.

“Are you sleeping or what? It’s not like I’m dying to drive you!”  The repulsion in his voice was clear.

Not choosing to answer, you picked the bag, walking outside, stopping only at the shoe rack.

“Oops. Wait. I think I forgot my sweetheart inside!” he announced before going back.

A small seat was attached with the shoe rack. You were tying your shoelaces when yuta sat beside you, picking up his own shoes. You gave a side glance to his shoes, the sight making your eyes round with surprise. A knife was clearly visible through his white sock. and maybe one of many. You jerked your head to focus on your own shoes. You got up before he did, smoothing the sleeves of your top.

What you missed were yuta’s eyes. On you. More specifically, on the ring, decorating your forefinger. His hooded eyes travelled upwards from finger to your waist, he gulped at the sight of your chest which was slightly pushed out due to straps of the bag but he halted right there, opting not to look further. He suddenly wanted to look anywhere but you. He peeked again but was glad that you were busy with your ponytail, instead of giving him any attention. He abruptly got up, cleaning his hands with the sanitizer he had kept yesterday right there.

While walking away, he looked behind, “wait outside the building.” he said like he was reading a morning newspaper, in stoic and emotionless voice. Opening the door, he stilled again, “and wear the ring in the third finger. Got to make them believe!” and he was gone.

You looked at the platinum which was shimmering due to the light. You closed your hand tightly after changing it.

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The entire car ride was silent. Not comfortable one but the kind that could make one nauseous. As the district office was approaching, the discomfort intensified. your gnashed you teeth in an attempt to control your movements, moved the zipper of the bag up and down , sideways but your heart beating sped up like never before as yuta parked the car.

You jumped out as soon as he opened the door, craving for fresh air. Taking deep breaths, you gave light pats on your churning stomach. Once feeling a little better, you circled the car to reach where yuta was standing. He didn’t say anything but you followed him mindlessly.

“Morning y/n. how are you?” you peered at Johnny, who was smiling at you, expecting a response. You merely nodded at him, hugging your arms,.

“Hurry up. Its almost 9. I don’t have much time.” jaehyun said, not even acknowledging your presence.

“How much time do we have to wait for our turn?” you asked Johnny, now fumbling with the bag straps like a nervous school kid.

“Not even a sec!! jae got it here. Just witness signatures have to be done and then they’ll make you sign on a register.”

Reminder to not believe a fuck yuta says!

“Give me your bag. It won’t look very smart,” you handed over your bag to Johnny as everyone else was already miles away.

It was not even a room, if you could say. It was just a cabin with a small sign marriage registration written on it. There were plenty of people waiting but somehow you were the first or at least it looked like it.

“Please sit.” the lady offered politely, pointing towards the two chair opposite hers. You and yuta took seats as jaehyun opened the papers for her. She went through all the three pages in painfully slow speed, intermittently glancing at you both through her round glasses.

You were focused on her as she matched the details of birth certificates with papers when Johnny nudged you. He was trying to say something ,by actually not saying anything.

A smile. Then he looked at yuta. And he kept repeating it until you understood.

Smile. Yuta. Smile yuta. Smile yuta???

Ohh smile at yuta!!

You nodded profusely before turning towards yuta who was receiving the same instructions from doyoung but was too oblivious to catch anything. You waited for him to pick up and when he faced you, found you already doing the same. He plastered a smile on his face, you mirroring him instantaneously. And that was when you noticed, the twinkle in his eyes, howsoever fake, but still a beautiful sight. Your curved lips almost dropped at this. His eyes didn’t left your face as he scanned it completely. You, for a fact knew, your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You were just unable to do that. And nobody has ever questioned it but yuta’s eyes! , his eyes were teasing you. That he was better at this game. And that you were lacking something when compared to him!

“You kids are so fine!” you broke your eye contact at her voice, thanking her internally. “Most couples these days just come here, being all over each other and blah blah but the ones who try to find the shine in other’s eyes are like rare diamonds. Keep looking at each other and you’ll both find your paradise someday.” she clasped her hands together, tilting her head slightly to look at your figures. Her smile seemed …hopeful! How could she not realise that you both were faking being happy!

“You can sign here!” she exclaimed. You both signed at mentioned space. Afterwards Johnny and doyoung also signed as immediate witnesses.

“Collect the certificate in two days.” she said, an indication for you that you were over with another drama. You bowed to her before leaving, not forgetting to briefly smile at her.

Were you both that believable? Maybe faking being intimate wasn’t that of a trouble! Or maybe it was because you were both good at the art of pretence!

“Your bag y/n.” you took it from Johnny, putting it on your shoulders immediately. Taking out your hair tucked in the back side of the bag, you nodded at Johnny as goodbye, making your way outside.

“Hey wait!”

You stopped at his voice.

“Taeyong gave a message. The reception is on Friday evening. And lemma drop you. I’m not going with them.” you didn’t even know how to react at his words as you shook your head in refusal, your tummy giving you active signs of running away.

“No. I’m fine. Bye. take care.” you concluded, sprinting outside for a wave of fresh air, leaving Johnny behind, dumbfolded.

“Quite a runner!” jaehyun laughed as he and others joined Johnny.

“Yeah. She was shouting about some lecture at 9 a.m. maybe if she runs like bolt, there’s a chance to attend it!” yuta spoke. jaehyun laughed as if what yuta said was actually really funny.

“No. she is just hurt and upset.” Johnny explained, following you but immediately stopped at yuta’s words.

“shield cant be a sword johnny. Shield can never be a sword!”

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“登録事務所。明日。 9時に”  = registration office. tomorrow. 9 o’clock.

[rpf-bat]

You Fell In Love With A Vampire

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Horror, Romance

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 7. Prompt: “Blood.” 

It’s late at night, when your best friend, Gerard shows up on your doorstep. He’s frantic, and covered in blood. He tells you that he’s been attacked - and reveals the bite marks, on his neck. When a strange thirst begins to take him over, your relationship with him changes forever. 

It had been a year since you graduated from SVA, and moved into this shoebox Manhattan apartment. But, you still hadn’t gotten used to how noisy the city could be at night. Even at this late hour, you could hear drunk people shouting, and taxi cabs beeping their horns. What they said was true - New York really was the city that never slept. 

But, I had to move into the city, to be closer to work, you reminded yourself. I’m lucky that I landed a job in my field, at all.  

You were debating whether to get out of bed, and fix some tea, when you heard a knock at your door. 

Who could it be at this hour?, you wondered sleepily. Should I just ignore it? 

The knocking continued insistently. 

“Ok, I’m coming…,” you mumbled. You pulled on your dressing gown, and looked suspiciously through the peephole. To your surprise, you recognized the face on the other side. “.....Gerard?!” 

You had known Gerard, since your first year of art school. You considered him one of your closest friends. But, he had never shown up on your doorstep, this late. What the hell was he doing here?

“Y/N, please open up!” you heard him beg. He sounded like he was crying.

Concerned, you opened the door. You gasped, when you saw the blood on his shirt.

“Y/N, you have to help me,” Gerard stammered. “I….I just got fucking attacked!” 

“What?” you gaped. “By who?”

“I can explain,” he sniffled. “Just...please, let me in!” 

“Of course,” you nodded, ushering him into your living room. “Sit down….it’s gonna be okay….” 

“I’m s-sorry,” he said, sitting hesitantly on your couch. “I didn’t know where else to go….you’re the only person I really know, who lives on this side of the Hudson.” 

“Sssh, it’s okay,” you consoled him, putting an arm around him. His whole body was shaking. 

“I stayed at the office really late tonight,” Gerard explained. “I was working on a drawing, and I guess I lost track of time. I was getting ready, to get on the train, and head back to Jersey for the night. But, as I walking to the station, this creep came out of nowhere, and cornered me in an alley.” 

“A mugger?” you guessed. 

“No!” Gerard shook his head. “I threw my wallet at him, but that wasn’t what he was after.” 

“What did he want, then?” you asked, confused. 

“My body,” Gerard shuddered. 

Your eyes widened - you never expected him to be a victim of that type of crime. But, assault isn’t something that only happens to women, you reminded yourself. Anyone can be a target.

“He started kissing my neck,” Gerard recalled, shaking, “and, like, biting on it.” 

“That’s horrible,” you said, terrified to hear the rest of your friend’s story. “Did he….?” 

“No,” Gerard shook his head. “I fought him off, before he could do anything else to me.” 

“Oh, thank God,” you replied, relieved that the bastard had not violated your friend any further. 

“I have a knife that I keep on me for self defense,” Gerard clarified. “I managed to cut him pretty deeply….what’s crazy is, he took off, like the injury was nothing.” 

“Seriously?” you asked, surprised. 

“Yeah!” Gerard replied, still looking shaken. “Oh, god….his blood splattered, when I sliced at him. Some if it got in my mouth….I can still taste it….”

“Do you want a cup of tea?” you offered, unsure how to help your clearly traumatized friend. 

“Yes, please,” Gerard said softly. 

You got up, and microwaved a mugful of water. You grabbed a tea bag from the cabinet, and set it in the mug, to steep. 

“Let that sit for a moment,” you cautioned. “It’s gonna be pretty hot. While you’re waiting on that, can I look at your neck? You look like you’re bleeding, a little bit…”

“Oh, god, am I?” Gerard shivered. “Do you have a first aid kit?” 

“I should have some bandages, somewhere,” you nodded. You sat down beside him, and gently tugged his shirt collar down. The fabric was soaked in red. “This looks kind of deep….” 

“Am I gonna be okay?” Gerard asked nervously. 

“Yeah, let me put some antiseptic on it, and you’ll be fine,” you assured him. You grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the bathroom, and poured some onto a cotton ball. “I’m sorry if this stings a bit….” 

You daubed the cotton ball, onto the bloody bite mark, on his neck. What kind of sick freak would do such a thing?, you thought to yourself. It almost looks more like an animal bite… 

Gerard winced, as the antiseptic made contact with his skin. 

“I’m sorry,” you frowned. “I’m trying to be gentle.” 

“It’s okay,” Gerard said softly. “Thank you, Y/N, for helping me, even though it’s so late.” 

“Of course,” you told him, as you placed a Band-Aid on the wound. “I wouldn’t turn you away, when you’re in such obvious distress, like this.” 

“Y/N…..I was so scared,” Gerard confessed, tears welling up in his eyes again. He dove into your arms, and began to cry on your shoulder. 

“Ssssh,” you quieted him, gently rubbing his back. “It’s okay, Gee. The son of a bitch is gone now. You’re safe.” 

“Y/N….,” Gerard mumbled, his voice muffled by your shirt. “You...you smell so good…..”

“Huh?” you blinked, pulling away from him. 

“I….I’m sorry,” he blushed. “I don’t know why I said that.” 

What a weird thing to say, you thought, bewildered. It almost sounded like he was coming on to you….but, that wouldn’t make any sense. After what he’s been through tonight, romance would be the last thing on his mind. 

“.....Your tea should be cool enough to drink now,” you said awkwardly. There was no way he would hit on someone like you….even if he hadn’t just been groped by some pervert. 

“....Right,” Gerard said, and picked up the mug. He drank it quickly, setting the empty mug back down in seconds. 

“You must have been thirsty,” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

“I still am pretty thirsty, actually,” Gerard admitted. “Would it be okay if I had some more?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you shrugged. “I can fix you another cup.” 

“Before you do that,” Gerard asked hesitantly, “would you mind taking a look at my mouth?”

“Your mouth?” you repeated, confused. 

“My whole mouth hurts for some reason,” Gerard explained with a frown. “It feels like, when I had my wisdom teeth.” 

“Uhh, sure,” you decided, moving closer to him, on the couch. You didn’t understand how the attack could cause a symptom like that. But, you didn’t think he would make it up, either. 

He opened his mouth wide, so you could see it better. You leaned in, scrutinizing him with your gaze. At first, you couldn’t comprehend what you were seeing. There’s no way…..

“Gerard,” you paled, unsure how to tell him what you just saw. “You look like….you’re growing fangs.”

“Huh?” Gerard blinked, closing his mouth. “What are you talking about?”

“Go look in the bathroom mirror, if you don’t believe me!” you insisted. 

Gerard got up, and went to go look, for himself. His eyes widened in shock, as he stared at the reflection of his teeth. “Oh, god….what the fuck is happening to me?!” 

The pieces began to click into place, in your head. 

“Gee….,” you said nervously, “I think the guy who attacked you, was a vampire.”

“What?” Gerard laughed nervously, walking back into the living room. “Y/N, you gotta be kidding me…..vampires aren’t real.” 

You hadn’t thought they were real, either, until tonight. But, there was no other explanation, that made sense. 

“He bit you, and drew your blood,” you pointed out. “And now, all of a sudden, you spontaneously start growing a pair of fangs….” 

“Are you saying,” Gerard realized, the color draining from his face, “that I’m turning into a vampire, too?” 

You didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was right in front of your eyes. 

“Oh, god,” Gerard realized, a look of horror crossing his face. “Does that mean that the sweetness I smelled when I was hugging you, was your blood?”

“That’s why the tea didn't do anything for your thirst,” you figured out. “You’re blood-thirsty.”  You took a frightened step backwards. 

“Y/N, I’m not gonna hurt you!” Gerard cried. “Please...you know me better than that.” 

“You’re right,” you sighed. “I’m sorry, Gee. Even if you are a vampire, you’re still my friend.” 

“I need to get out of here,” Gerard said, heading for the door. 

“No, wait!” you said, grabbing his arm. “It’s almost dawn….if you step outside now, the sun will burn you up into ashes.” 

“Maybe I should let it!” Gerard cried, trying to jerk away from you. “It’s better to be a pile of dust, then turn into an evil monster, that might harm you!” 

“No!” you insisted. “Gee, you can’t just kill yourself!”

“I can’t stay here!” Gerard argued. “What if I go berserk, and bite you? I would never forgive myself!” 

“You won’t do it!” you shouted back. “I know you -you’re a good person!” 

“Let go of me!” Gerard struggled. “Even if I go home  - what if I end up attacking my mom? Or Mikey? I’d rather die, while I still have my humanity, than live life as a monster!” 

“There’s no way I’ll let you die!” you screamed, tears welling up in your eyes. You held fast to his hand. Desperate to escape your grip, he shoved you away. 

You fell backwards, into the coffee table. You knocked the empty teacup as you hit the ground, and it shattered onto the floor. A shard landed on your hand, nicking your finger.

“Oh, god, Y/N, I’m so sorry!” Gerard gasped. He knelt down, to help you up. “I...I didn’t mean to hurt you…..”

“I’m okay,” you assured him, taking his hand. “I know, it was just an accident.” 

You tried to pull your hand away, now that you were on your feet. To your surprise, he held it fast. 

“Hey, let go,” you demanded. 

Gerard didn’t answer you - he was staring down, at your fingertips. You followed his gaze, and realized that your finger was bleeding. 

“....Gerard?” you called his name. “....I said, let go.” 

He stared at the red bead on your fingertip, as if he was hypnotized. It dawned on you, that he was trying desperately, to hold himself back. 

“.....You want to drink my blood,” you realized. 

“No,” Gerard whimpered. “I can’t….that would be wrong…..” 

“But, if you’re really a vampire,” you guessed, “don’t you need blood to live? If you don’t drink, you’ll starve.”

“Y/N, I’m so thirsty,” Gerard confessed, a hungry look in his eyes. “It….it hurts….” 

“Then, let me help you,” you offered. You extended your bleeding finger to him. “Just….promise to be gentle?” 

“I….I can’t do this to you,” Gerard hesitated. 

“It’s better for me to give it to you now, of my own free will,” you insisted, “then, to let you lose yourself, and end up attacking an innocent person.”

“A-Are you sure?” Gerard stammered. 

“Yes,” you consented. “Go on...before I change my mind.” 

“.....Okay,” Gerard decided. He took a deep breath, and knelt down, at your feet. He gently took your hand in his, and brought it to his lips. His tongue softly lapped at the blood that had pooled at the tip of your finger. 

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck, Y/N, you taste so good.” He licked your fingertip again. 

You found yourself blushing. 

He took your fingertip into his mouth, and started sucking on it, still making an effort to be tender. You felt the blood drip from the wound, as he began to suck you harder. His lips tightened around your finger. 

“....Hey, easy!” you reminded him. 

He slowed down, slightly, but the pressure of his sucking continued. His eyes rolled back in his head - the taste of you, seemed to be ecstasy to him. His pace quickened again. He couldn’t help himself.

 His fangs grazed your cut, deepening it, and allowing more blood to flow. You didn’t fight it. His lips against your skin, felt so soft, and good. It made you gasp. The only sounds in the room, were his soft, sucking noises, and your own ragged breathing. 

“...Y/N?” he gasped, gazing up at you, as he withdrew your finger, from his red mouth. “You look almost like….you were getting off on that.” 

“I….I think I was,” you confessed, cheeks aflame. What was wrong with you? 

“Is it strange,” he asked, licking his bloodstained lips, his thirst seemingly slaked, “if I say that I was kinda getting off on it, too?” 

You kneeled on the floor beside him. After the strangely erotic experience you’d just shared, there was no way that you could go back to being just friends. 

You kissed him, tasting your own blood, on his mouth. His body responded to yours, and he pulled you in. His red-dripping tongue, entered your mouth. 

“Fuck, Y/N!”, he gasped. “I…..I’ve wanted this for so long. The truth is…..I’ve had a crush on you, since freshman year.” 

“You….you have?” 

You’d always been attracted to him, but you never thought, you’d be his type. 

“I dreamed of this,” he confessed, his eyes full of passion. “But….I never thought it would be this way.” 

Nothing about this night, could have possibly been predicted. Your best friend had become an actual vampire - and he’d bitten you. And you’d enjoyed it.

“You can’t leave until the sun goes down, right?” you panted, kissing him again. He moaned against your lips.

“Y-Yeah,” he said. “I’m stuck here, until nightfall.” 

“Then, do you want to pass the time, in my bedroom?” you asked seductively. 

“Are you saying….there’s something else, you’d like me to suck?” Gerard smirked. 

“I would,” you purred. 

He took you in his arms again, and looked at you with a hunger that had absolutely nothing to do with  your blood. “Then, I’m yours.”

[kakakakashi]

Hokage’s Office: The Wall

100 Follower Celebration - Day 3

Kakashi Hatake x Reader || NSFW

Warnings: porn without plot, light choking, Kakashi’s Sukea’s Kakashi’s filthy mouth, cursing, just filth really

Word count: 2,281

A/N: Sukea makes me feel like that one part in Friends where Rachel says “He’s so pretty! I want to cry!” 

- 

“Get your ass over here.” He wasn’t asking despite the lilt of playfulness in his voice. The tone sent heat straight to your core. It was his fault, really. He knew you couldn’t resist him in that getup. Who could blame you? The entire land of fire had a crush on Kakashi and Sukea. Lucky you, you had both.

You stood from your spot propped on the edge of his desk and strolled over to where he was currently removing his boxy coat from his frame to hang it on the rack beside the wall.

You reached around his waist innocently, but he flipped your position, leaving you pinned against the wall with a thump. With his arms caging you in on either side of your head, his lips were mere inches from, but you didn’t dare to meet him in a kiss. The look in his eyes shone through the green contacts. You still hadn’t achieved your goal.

“What?” you inquired; lips crooked in a teasing smirk.

Kakashi returned your expression, grinning like temptation itself. “Don’t play dumb,” he practically teased you, “We both know you were flirting with Genma just to get my attention.”

He had never been the jealous type. You’d known that about Kakashi since you’d met him, but sometimes, you just wanted him to get possessive and make you his. However, he always found a way to remain in control. It drove you insane sometimes.

“So what if I was?” you were still trying to provoke him, even now that you were back in his office. Twirling the ends of his patterned scarf between your fingers, you gently dug your teeth into your lower lip. The staring contest between you two continued while you fiddled with the fabric. There was no way either of you were backing down without a fight.

“You know,” Kakashi’s breath tickled against your face, “if you want my attention, all you have to do is ask. I’d rather avoid this juvenile little game of yours.”

“So, let’s spice it up then?” you retorted without thinking. Only, halfway through your sentence, you realized that you’d conceded. He’d tricked you into chasing after him even though your initial intent was for him to chase after you. The clever bastard knew what he was doing this whole time.

“Or,” he drawled, voice dropping just a tad while he leaned in to place a single, lingering peck to the side of your neck, “I could leave you here to suffer for your little stunt. In case you forgot, there is a reason I’m dressed as Sukea today.”

“Kakashi please!”

You sounded far more desperate than you wanted to come across, but you couldn’t help it. Your cunt was already throbbing with need just from an innocent kiss, fists balled into the scarf around Kakashi’s neck.

“See, love,” His voice was low, rumbling against the skin of your neck like a growl. Another kiss was placed to your neck, a tad bit lower than the previous one. Kakashi had opened his mouth too, gently licking at the flesh to tease you so. The feeling had a whimper escaping your throat without your consent. “All you have to do is ask.”

Kakashi’s hands slipped down the wall. One found a spot on your hip while the other trailed to the waistband of your pants, slowly fiddling with the fastenings while his lips continued their assault on your neck. He pressed kisses downward until he arrived at your clavicle, gently nipping at the skin lightly enough to leave you unmarked. Once he was satisfied with your neck, he returned his lips to yours, and your hands moved up his chest to grip at his neck. Your fingers tangled into the synthetic brown hair at the back of his head to hold him in place while you gently nibbled on his lower lip.

His lips immediately parted to allow you access while his fingers dipped below the waistband of your pants along with your underwear. He smirked against your lips when he was met with the sensation of your already slick folds sliding against the rough pads of his fingers.

A moan escaped your lips, but Kakashi’s embrace muffled the sound. He was quick to start circling your clit, drunk on the sensation of your hips rocking to meet his movements. It was obvious that you were already hot and bothered, so Kakashi wasted no time moving his fingers lower to circle your entrance.

When he inserted the first one, your body shuddered with the relief of finally having something inside you, but you needed more. You bucked your hips against him to encourage him, and he completely understood your body language. His second finger had you throwing your head back, and Kakashi took the opportunity to return to your neck, now working on the other side.

Pleasure consumed you when Kakashi began pumping his digits inside you, curling them the way he knew would make you keen. The reaction he got out of you when the heel of his palm made contact with your clit must have played right into what he was planning because you could feel the vibration of his chuckle against the sweet spot his mouth was currently sucking on.

You couldn’t take it anymore, the heat flushing through your body was beginning to become unbearable. You could feel your orgasm rising within you so rapidly, you were humping Kakashi’s hand as hard as your hips could manage. When he found the small place inside you that had your knees buckling, his lips retreated.

His purple makeup under his eyes was smudged from ravishing you, and the sight made you whimper. You didn’t care, though. All you could think about was how you were getting closer and closer with each stroke of Kakashi’s hand in your pants.

“You should see yourself, sweetheart, all needy and flushed. You look like such a slut.” He was enjoying this too much, but you couldn’t find it in you to argue. All you could do was nod in response. You were so close. Just a little bit more, and you’d be quaking on his fingers. But then, it stopped.

Your hips bucked in search of the lost friction when Kakashi pulled is hand from between your legs only to stick his fingers between his pink, swollen lips to lick your essence off. Out of frustration, you threw your head back against the wall with a thump, effectively rattling the framed map on the wall beside you. A whine bubbled in your throat, but when your palm was about to replace Kakashi’s, he swatted your touch away.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted while unraveling the scarf from his neck. “Be a good girl and give me a little show.”

You drew in a breath, trying to regain your composure from the orgasm you’d lost. Meanwhile, Kakashi had slipped out of the black long sleeve he was wearing. The sight of his rippling muscles had you aching and practically drooling, but he was quick to quirk a brow at you. Taking the hint, you quickly peeled off your top as well, shucking your pants and underwear off at once before unhooking your bra. The whole time you scrambled out of everything, you watched Kakashi unhook his belt and discard his own pants. You were done undressing by the time he slid his tented underwear off, allowing his hard length to spring out of it’s confines, leaking a drip of precum down his swollen head.

“Someone’s eager,” he noted, stalking towards you in all his glory. The emptiness you were currently feeling had you practically shaking with anticipation. The sight of Kakashi naked never ceased to leave you in awe. Your hands reached out to him, running across his broad shoulders, past his defined pecs and abs until your fingers traced the v leading down to where you wanted him most.

His length twitched at the slight stimulation, but before you could grab his throbbing erection, Kakashi’s large palms yanked at your hips to spin you around. Thankfully, your palms caught against the wall with a thump. The frame rattling against the wall again. It made you groan out of neediness. You were practically dripping at this point, electricity sparking between your legs in desire.

One of Kakashi’s knees knocked between your thighs, effectively spreading your legs as wide as he wanted them, the cool air hitting your core more prominently when you bent over, arching your back until your tits were pressed up against the wall.

Glancing over your shoulder, you were blessed with the sight of Kakashi stroking his shaft a few times, spreading his own arousal over the tip with his thumb before aligning himself with your entrance and nudging the head between your folds.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed when he slowly slipped inside you just slow enough for you to feel every ridge of him stretching you out so deliciously. You moaned out while your open palms closed into fists against the wall. When he was fully sheathed inside you to the point where you could feel his pubic bone pressed against your ass, one of his hands snaked over your hip and pressed against where you were bulging with his cock.

The groan in your ear had a shiver running down your spine, landing where you and Kakashi were connected. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how deep I can fuck you? How well this pretty little pussy takes my cock?”

A strangled cry crept from your throat. “Please!”

You needed him to move, but you knew he was enjoying this too much. All you could do was beg since his free hand kept your hips from moving in a vicelike grip. You knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but the pain felt so delicious in the moment.

There was amusement in his voice when Kakashi spoke again. “Shit, you look like a dog in heat. Are you really that desperate?”

Somehow, your subconscious must have snapped. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to cum, and you were going to annihilate anything in your way.

“I’d think twice before calling me the dog here.” The hiss in your voice had Kakashi growling from deep within his chest. Your pussy clenched around him at the sound, turning his growl into a moan.

“You wanna run that smart mouth of yours? Fine. I know how to shut you up.”

The large palm splayed against your lower body snuck up to your neck. Long, lean fingers stretched around the column stained with kisses from earlier before applying a bit of pressure.

Meanwhile Kakashi’s hips retreated from your heat, leaving only the tip in. The feeling of just the head left you feeling impossibly empty and incomplete. At least, it did until his hips collided with yours, plunging his entire length deep into your cunt, sheathing himself so deep inside you, your legs almost gave out.

Your lungs attempted to gasp for air, but the fingers constricting your intake made your head spin. Kakashi continued slamming into you at a merciless pace. With each thrust, he made you moan, further fucking you into the wall. The map was now crooked, not that either of you noticed.

Instead, you were clawing at the wall in an attempt to hold on to this world. Your eyes rolled back into your head with each slap of his balls against your clit, and each time he sheathed his impressive dick inside you, your body quaked.

Between the grunting in your ear and the panting against your neck, Kakashi obviously felt just as dizzy. Even the purple makeup he was sweating into his eyes was worth it. You felt too good for him to stop fucking you like this.

You reached a hand around him to grab at the brown wig again while Kakashi’s lips met your shoulder in an attempt to muffle his sounds, his length growing harder and harder each time it dragged against your plush walls, shooting ecstasy through both of you.

The previously ruined orgasm that had been in your grasp quickly returned tenfold. You were trying to keep quiet, but the moans kept tumbling from your lips with each slap of Kakashi’s hips against yours. The sound of your fucking practically shook the room while your legs began to shake, that lightning from earlier burning brightly in every nerve on your body.

“Kakashi! I’m so close!” you almost choked out, “Please let me cum. Please!”

“Good girl. Cum all over me. Go ahead,” he grunted, working his cock into you so beautifully you couldn’t help but feel the tears prickling in your eyes.

Your entire body cracked with that lightning, feeling absolutely weightless in that moment between, and then the thunder roared. You felt your entire body tense while you cried out his name, clamping his pulsating shaft inside you while your legs began to wobble. The second your orgasm crashed, Kakashi released the pressure on your throat, and you gasped, the oxygen rush to your brain making you even more dizzy.

His hand clamped against your other hip, continuing to fuck you and support you while you shook, the constant rhythm of pleasure drumming your entire being while Kakashi’s hips erratically bucked into yours. He twitched frantically inside you while you squeezed him so tight, you milked his seed when he spurt out his orgasm deep inside you. His entire body tightened, spasming with his release until the both of you came down from your highs, leaning against the walls squished together in a sweaty mess of limbs with Kakashi still inside you.

“Fuck,” you panted.

“Fuck,” Kakashi agreed.

[jungkookiebus]

The Gourmet | kth

Genre: Tokyo Ghoul!au x angst x smut Pairing: Gourmet!Taehyung x reader Word Count: 3k Rating: 18+ Warnings: VIOLENCE, if you know anything about Tokyo Ghoul it is dark as HECK, major character death, mentions of drugs and alcohol, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, like I said MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, a ghoul’s gotta eat Author’s Note: I know the Gourmet is a character, but I’m using it as a group of ghouls because Tae is a classy fellow who is picky about what he eats. Also, the story starts from the reader’s POV, but quickly changes to Tae’s. 

Losing your life was not how you expected your night to end. Yet, here you were, amidst the satin sheets, blood seeping into the fabric as your body grew weaker. He hovered over you, scleras solid black, and his pupils blood red. His smile was menacing, so different from how the night started. But that was neither here nor there now; your life was over as it was.

“There’s a Gourmet in the 20th ward.”

The investigator was looking over his research as he informed his partner who stood at his side, watching him sift through his papers.

“How do you know?”

“Unlike a Binge Eater, Gourmets tend to be more…selective. Sometimes, their prey has something in common, sometimes it’s a little harder to tell.”

“So, what does this one like?”

“We haven’t figured that part out yet. None of the victims have anything in common. None were abducted from the same place. Looks, blood type, nothing was the same.”

“Then how do we know it’s a Gourmet?”

“Because we’ve tried to set up bait at the various locations the victims went missing from, assuming they go to the same places twice.”

“So…how do we catch them?”

The investigator’s lips pursed together as he laid his palms on the table, eyes moving quickly over his notes and maps. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

The bass of the music pumped through the club, vibrating up through your feet and making your chest feel tight as you stood too close to the speakers. You moved closer towards the middle of the dance floor as you downed your drink. Sweaty bodies moved against you, but it didn’t matter because you mixed drugs and alcohol tonight. The ecstasy you took earlier was kicking in and you were feeling a rush of euphoria as the music moved through you. Much like you, everyone around you was drunk, high, or both.

The 20th ward was known for being “docile” so when you went out, you didn’t feel the need to worry. An investigator hadn’t been killed in the ward for ten years. Tonight would be no different from all the others, but little did you know, a certain ghoul had his eye on you.

He stood across the room, leaned against the bar with an undrunk drink in his hand. His dark hair fell over his eyes, curtaining them as he watched you dance. You moved so lithely amongst the crowd, all alone, and totally in your element.

He could smell you from here. Sweet yet savory, your blood called to him despite the drugs and alcohol running through your veins. You glowed, highlighted amongst the other bodies and his eyes followed you deftly as you moved. You stumbled slightly, catching yourself on the back of someone else before righting yourself and dancing some more. He sat the glass down on the bar, not a drop missing, and moved through the throng. The crowd parted for him subconsciously, his mere presence seemed to move them to the side. He was a good head taller than everyone else, but you didn’t see him as he approached. Your scent became stronger in his nose the closer he got, and he inhaled deeply as he reached you.

Strawberries and cream, if he liked those kind of things, freshly sown soil, and the heat of a summer day is the scent that had assaulted his senses for weeks. He had watched you, walking to and from work, to school, and this club. Silly girl had a routine, not that he couldn’t find you by smell alone. His skin tingled, he was on edge, and turned on; turned on by your smell as his mouth salivated. He had starved himself for you and he wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste.

You moved like you were in water, the drugs kicking in, and you seemed to be on a positive high. A smile graced your lips and your eyes remained closed as he reached out and plucked the cup from your hand. Your dopey smile grew a little wider as you looked at him. Perfect. He had you right where he wanted you. Casually, he dropped the plastic cup to the floor to fall amongst the other litter as he wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you in closer. Your scent was so strong in his nose now that he had to close his eyes. He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to settle the vibration running through him, willing them not to change color. He was so hungry, but he wanted to bide his time, play with his food if you will.

“I’ve been watching you.” He tried to keep his voice as low as possible, but loud enough to hear over the music as he brought his lips to your ear.

You giggled. How cute.

“Is that so?” You lazily brought your arms up to drape them around his neck and he pulled you in even closer, almost chest to chest.

He began to move with you, swaying to the rhythm since you didn’t dance with much direction anyway. He was watching your face intently now, watching the way the flashing lights highlighted your cheekbones, and the way your hooded eyes inspected him with little to no fear. Your confidence would be your undoing. You were beautiful, but beauty wouldn’t save you. He was here for something else and he was set on getting it. He had waited for long enough.

“What’s your name?” you slurred. You linked your hands behind his neck, and he felt the warmth of your skin at his nape and goosebumps rose up his arms.

He smiled with no teeth. He was the master of charm and he intended to use it for all it was worth.

“Taehyung,” he said smoothly.

You repeated his name slowly, letting it roll around in your mouth. The way you said it sounded sweeter than he expected, and it lit a fire within him. He pulled you even closer and your eyes grew wide in surprise at the unspoken understanding. Your lips formed an O as you stared directly into his eyes, knowing what he wanted. He moved his hands to your lower back, feeling the dampness of your shirt as sweat rolled down your back. Oh, how he was going to love tearing you apart, in more ways than one.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” It was a question, but it was laced with a tone that said he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He never had to ask twice.

You seemed to ponder the question as your eyes fluttered upwards towards the ceiling, making him wait for a few seconds before answering.

“What’s in it for me?”

“My company.”

It didn’t take much to convince you to leave with him. Humans were always so gullible, and his allure drew them in, ensnared them, and he let it drip like honey to keep them there. You moved along the city streets beside him, moving in tandem despite your clear intoxication. The shit humans poured into their bodies didn’t mar the taste as much as one would think. What was at the core of a human was what he was after, the life inside of them, and the way he could easily snuff it out. He always took them home. It wasn’t like they would live to tell anyone where he lived.

His lodgings were lavish, a way to get them to trust him. How could a well dressed man in the 20th ward ever be dangerous? Little did they know, his home was but an illusion of safety. He smiled at you sweetly as he led you by the hand down his shiny white hallway. Clean, his home was always so clean and stark white. If he were threatening there would be signs right? Of course, but none that you would see until it was too late.

“Come on, baby, don’t dawdle. I want to taste you.” They never needed to know the truth behind his words. He could say whatever he wanted, and they would be putty in his hands.

You giggled as you staggered behind him, clutching to his hand like a lifeline. He led you into his room, it was just as white as the rest of his house. He prided himself on how well he cleaned up. He spun around, cupping your jaw, and immediately kissed you. You sighed and moaned as your lips parted, allowing his tongue past your lips. His head swam with the taste. His eyes rolled back as the strong liquor danced on his taste buds and your unique taste mixed with his. He was in for a treat tonight. You let him under the hem of your shirt easily as he dropped his hands to your waist, lips never leaving yours. His fingers skated your warm skin and he felt you tense with excitement under his touch.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips.

He smiled. He always loved when his meal begged.

“Please what?” he whispered back. His fingers barely touched you as he moved upwards, his fingertips now at the skin under your bra.

“Touch me more.”

“As you wish.”

He moved away, pulled his hands back out of your shirt to grab the bottom and pulled it upwards. You complied easily, letting him unclothe you fully. You were his and his alone for tonight and for the rest of his life. Each time he ate, he kept a little piece of them in his heart. He only had feelings for those he wanted to devour, remembering his victims, their taste, their touch, their screams…But for now, he wanted to have his way with you before doing what he brought you here for. He moved you to the bed, letting you fall on your back, supple skin framed by the white fabric. You were on display for him and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He grabbed your waist and pushed you further upwards until your whole body was on the bed. You giggled sweetly as his fingers skated up your calves, over the tops of your supple thighs before grasping the soft flesh of the insides in his hands. He drew his lip between his teeth, biting down to stop himself from taking a bite right now. He wasn’t ready yet. There were other things he needed to taste before he got what he wanted. He pushed your thighs apart. You were already wet for him, laid out like a feast. You moaned and his eyes flitted to your face. Yours were closed as you pushed your head back into the mattress, hands moving along your own skin until they found your breasts, squeezing tightly as he situated himself between your legs on his stomach. He spread you with his hands, watched the way you dripped so delectably for him. This was always an appetizer of sorts before getting to his main meal. Man or woman, it didn’t matter; if the smell or taste drew him in, his body was theirs for the taking moments before their lives ended. He boldly licked up your center and the taste were just as good, just as delicate as he imagined. This was the closest he got to real food, tasting the skin and essence of another. You were sweet on his tongue, gushing lightly as he dipped it inside. You moaned again, hips shifting slightly on the bed as he delved a little deeper. He kept his hands firm on your thighs, feeling you tense and move beneath him. He got harder the more you moaned, the more he tasted you, and the more he thought of what was to come. He rutted into the sheets, wanting to feel the littlest bit of friction against his cock. He twisted his tongue inside of you, eliciting a longer moan this time and he felt your touch in his hair. Moaning, he flicked his tongue upwards through your folds until he was sloppily moving it over your clit. Your fingers dug a little deeper into his hair and he relished the slight burn at his scalp. Breaking you apart was going to be enjoyable. He pushed his hands under your thighs, wrapped his arms around them so he could bury his face even deeper in your cunt. You cried out as he fully focused on your clit now. He wanted to feel you cum around his tongue before he moved any further. His cock was so hard it hurt, but the friction of his pants was giving him some relief. With his fingernails digging harshly into your thighs, he ate you out with fervor as he grew more impatient. His hunger rose inside of him the more he tasted you and he was eager for more. You came hard on his tongue, back arched off the bed. He moaned loudly as the taste of you flooded him. This was the closest to being high he would ever be able to get, and he lived for these moments, sometimes going weeks to months between feedings so the taste and feeling would be intensified. You sobbed out his name as your thighs clenched hard around his head, but he was too busy tasting as much of you as he could to notice. Sloppily, he pulled away, letting your juices coat his lips and chin as he dragged his bottom lip against your full pubic hair, now coated with your cum. He loosened his grip as he sat up, kissing your stomach slowly. He spread the cum on his face across your skin as his heated lips moved upwards. His cock strained hard against his pants as he tried to remain focused on his task at hand. He wanted to be buried so deep inside of you that he forgot his own name, and soon, he was going to be so high from the hunt that that would likely happen. He bit the underside of your breast lightly, drawing just the smallest amount of blood, but enough to have him almost feral. You tasted better than he had ever imagined you to; the smell of you hadn’t prepared him for this. He momentarily thought of keeping you around as a pet but thought against it. They never worked out anyway. His bloodlust and hunger always won out in the end. You barely noticed as you were lost in your own pleasure as he licked the blood away from your skin. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, letting some of the blood coat it before licking it off like a child enjoying a popsicle on a summer day. This was a meal he wasn’t going to forget for a long time. He almost felt sad knowing what was going to happen; not for you of course, only for himself, always for himself. He was as selfish as they came. Gourmets only ever thought of themselves, the rush of finding something so precious, and the act of snuffing out a life. Humans hated and hunted ghouls anyway, so why should he spare them any sympathy?

Your eyes remained closed as the drugs and alcohol still ran through your system. He knew you were focused on the situation, not him. That was all fine and good because as he felt the hunger rise, his outward appearance changed. The chocolate brown of his irises was now red, he saw that much in the mirror behind his bed. He felt a sadistic rush watching himself change as he fucked one of his victims.

He sat up, kneeling between your legs as he undid the button and zipper of his pants. You were still too lost post orgasm to focus on him at all as he removed his clothing. Crawling back over you, he hovered just above you, looking at your unmarred skin, just waiting for him to sink his teeth into it. He dipped down, kissing your neck hotly, hand at your throat while the other gripped the base of his cock. He moved his hand a little, pumping himself as his lips found yours again. He kissed you deeply as he pleasured himself. Precum leaked from the tip and he gathered what he could and spread it on himself. The combined taste of your cum and blood had his head swimming. He moved to bury his face into your neck, inhaling deeply as he buried his cock inside of you. You cried out, hands scaling his back, fingernails digging deliciously into his skin. He always liked a little pain with his pleasure when he fed. Your cunt swallowed him perfectly as you took him balls deep. Your legs were around his waist as he began to move. The wetness of you seeped around him as he thrust, and the sound was lewd; he was concupiscent. He almost couldn’t stand it as your silky warmth brought him closer and closer to the edge.

The closer he got, the more he was giving in to his desires. His grip on your throat tightened as his kagune burst forth from his shoulder blade, twirling around his arm. Before the red, hard biological weapon’s tip could reach you, he released his grip on your throat and raised his arm as the kagune sharpened to a point. He looked up and into the mirror, hips never stilling, and he watched himself for a second, red eyes staring back at him. His kagune was heavy and menacing but you had yet to open your eyes, so for a moment, he had all of this to himself. He closed his eyes, head falling back as he came dangerously close to coming. Your moans grew in volume as his cock drove into you, but your pleasure was far from his mind now; a different end was coming for you. His balls tightened as he became sloppy, focusing now on what he was about to do. This is what he had waited for, for weeks, this moment, and soon he was going to have his fill in more ways than one. He opened his eyes as he came, cum spilling inside of you and for a brief second, he looked at himself before plunging the point of the kagune into your chest.

Your eyes flew open in shock, not quite registering what had happened yet. He looked down to see pain and confusion written across your features. The release of death would come for you soon, but for now he would relish this moment. He leaned down closer, breathing in the scent of your blood as it seeped across your chest and onto his white sheets. Running his tongue along your skin he moaned as he swallowed.

“You taste just as sweet as you smell.”

His eyes glowed in the darkness as your blood hit his system. He knew you were worth the wait. Leaning down again he bit into your shoulder, but you didn’t move. You were already gone, already his.

[dwellordream]

If you could rewrite Alysanne and J****erys’ daughters to make them fully-fledged characters instead of paper-thin stereotypes, what would you change? (Censored you-know-who’s name because we don’t acknowledge him in my house 🙅🏿‍♀️)

Lmfao at you-know-who.  Daenerys: I actually think Fire and Blood does an okay job of building up Daenerys’ character (though of course it’s pretty obvious from her very first appearance she’s going to die tragically young, forever the ‘darling of the realm’). I don’t know, maybe we could have had a scene of her interacting with Aerea or Rhaena or something to get their reactions to her being heir for the first two years of her life before Aemon’s birth. Alyssa: My problem with Alyssa is not that she’s a tomboy. My problem with Alysaa is that she is a generic trope of ‘not like other girls!’ with no actual development. Unlike Arya’s very well-written arc in canon, Alyssa’s failure to conform to her society’s rigid gender roles and her interest in more traditionally masculine Westerosi pursuits like dueling, riding, climbing, etc is never examined in terms of how it effects her relationships with her family members and her thoughts about her future. There’s no scene like the one between Arya and Ned where Arya questions why she can’t be rule in her own right or build castles or advise kings, etc. There’s no detail given to how she got along with her mother and if Alysanne encouraged her ‘wild’ behavior or was more disapproving of it, etc.  Despite all this attention paid to how Alyssa refuses to conform to the expected role of a ladylike and demure princess, she seemingly has no problems with being married off at 15 and being expected to stick to being a wife and mother? There’s absolutely no conflict there, and there should be. Even if she was really in love with Baelon and had no issues marrying him, I find it hard to believe that she would pivot from wanting to spar with her brothers in the training yard to telling Baelon, totally seriously, “You were made for battles, and I was made for this. ...As soon as I am well, let’s make another. An army of your own!”  That seems like a pretty drastic shift in personality, and it’s never explained. Maegelle: Maegelle just needs more development, in general. She’s not this offensive character archetype, she’s just incredibly barebones, the barest outline of a character. Only one line is spared to her relationship with Alyssa, who was only two years older, and that is ‘Alyssa bristled at the baby at her skirts’. It would have been nice to see some interaction between them, any at all; they were close in age growing up, surely they spent time together, even if they had very different interests, and they must have been educated together by a septa. There’s also barely anything devoted to how Maegelle viewed Daella beyond being her ‘guiding star’. What does that mean? Was she protective of Daella? Did she spend more time with her little sister than the rest of the family? Was she upset when Daella was married off? How did she and Daella react to Alyssa’s untimely death?  What about Maegelle’s ‘gift for healing’? When did that show up? When did she begin to study healing? What motherhouse did she go to? She was very bright, so what else did she like to study? Did she ever wish she could study at the Citadel? Did she correspond with Vaegon? Did she do any writing of her own? How did she help her parents resolve their conflicts? Did she help resolve any other political or familial strife? Did she wish for Viserys or Daemon to join the Faith as boys? Daella: Daella seems to have been intellectually disabled in some way. How did that affect her everyday life? To what extent was she aware of this? How did it affect the way her siblings treated her? Was she scared of her father, who she seemed incapable of pleasing, no matter what she did? She liked flowers, did she like to spend a lot of time in the gardens, or did she have a personal flower garden of her own that she tended to, like Myrcella in canon? What caused her to be scared of gardens? Was she bullied in one by her siblings?  Daella didn’t speak until she was almost two. Was this scene as a cause for concern at the time? What did the maesters think? Did Maegelle teach her to read, and praise her when she was able to read aloud, albeit haltingly? Who were her other tutors? What did Alysanne and Jaehaerys think of her being known as ‘simple’? Why was she scared of Alyssa?  Was Saera punished for her cruel pranks on Daella? Did Saera single her out because Daella annoyed her or because she felt Daella took up attention from their parents that Saera did not get? How much did Saera and Vaegon’s bullying contribute to Daella’s obvious anxiety and many phobias? Why was someone asking the 9 year old Daella when she would marry Vaegon?  Why did Alysanne and Jaehaerys feel Daella needed to be wed at all? At the time they had plenty of healthy children who would presumably have multiple grandchildren to continue the Targaryen line. The overwhelming pressure for Daella to marry does not make sense when the family tree was still fairly vast in 77 AC. Why was Daella left alone with for young squires seemingly encouraged to flirt with and pursue her, a frightened teenage girl with a child-like mentality? Why was there no uproar over Simon trying to get her drunk, and Ellard forcing a kiss on her? Why was this incident seen as ‘Daella being picky’ and not an assault on a royal princess? What drew Daella to Royce Blackwood? Was he kind to her? Why did no one consider that Daella’s strong religious faith in the Seven might pose an obstacle to this marriage? Why could Daella not be permitted to wed in a sept and raise her children in an interfaith marriage, as Catelyn and Ned do in canon?  Why did Jaehaerys feel Daella needed to be married off by the end of her sixteenth year seemingly for no reason other than annoyance? Why would the marriage of a royal princess be treated so lightly? Why did Jaehaerys then threaten to send Daella to the Silent Sisters when Alysanne asked why Daella could not wait to be married? Why did Jaehaerys hold such animosity towards his 16 year old daughter that he would rather her be forced into a severe religious order where she would likely never see her family again, rather than simply let her wait to marry or not marry at all? Why were two of the men Daella was then ordered to choose between old enough to be her father? Why was she not offered the choice of Rodrik’s sons or Boremund’s son? What was to be gained from wedding her to Rodrik, since her children by him would never inherit the Eyrie? Jaehaerys just decided to chuck politics out the window in order to be rid of her? He loathed his daughter that much at that point? Daella is given no voice following her marriage to Rodrik, nor is there any interrogation of his frankly disturbing interest in a 16 year old girl he’d known since birth and watched grow up over the years, calling her his ‘precious princess’ and seemingly fetishizing her naive, child-like innocence and fragile physical state? To add onto this, there is then zero outcry towards Rodrik himself when he proceeds to impregnate Daella, leading to her horrible death in childbirth. Why do we not even get Jaehaerys’ reaction to the realization that he essentially pushed his daughter into an early, agonizing death?  Saera and Viserra: Saera is brave and clever but that gets one brief mention, and then the rest of the narrative spends all its time harping on how she’s an evil, sexy, manipulative teenage girl. Viserra is just a slightly watered down version of her. They don’t just need to be rewritten, they need actual personalities to work with, because they have none, they’re just plot devices with names designed to make their parents fight with each other.  The same goes for Gael, who seems to just be ‘Daella 2.0′ in terms of being regarded as ‘simple-minded but sweet’, and then being raped (I don’t think Gael was capable of giving proper consent to sex or understood what that meant) and left to commit suicide after her stillborn son.

[boom-fanfic-a-latta]

@blursed-ninjago-ideas

Reverse Prompt Time! (Personal Prompt: Evil Hypno Lloyd)

Trigger Warnings: Mind Control, mention of drinking (it’s just someone wondering if they have a hangover no actual drinking occurred in the making of this fic)

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Kai jolted awake, disoriented. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he tried to take in his surroundings, but it all seemed too bright for some reason, blindingly so.

Groggily, the master of fire sat upright, finally registering where he was—it was his room on the Bounty. Which...was strange, as last he could remember he was back at the monastery...what had happened?

Trying to recall anything in the way of an explanation, Kai drew a blank. It was like part of his memory had skipped, like a broken record, leaving an unsettling gap.

And a splitting headache. With how he felt, the red ninja honestly wondered if he’d somehow gotten drunk, because he was pretty sure he’d heard hangovers be described like this. But then again, he couldn’t remember drinking anything (and if he had gotten drunk everyone would probably have killed him for doing so, so it probably wasn’t that).

Kai shook his head, letting out a soft groan. Well, whatever this was, maybe the others would know what had happened and could fill him in? That seemed like his best shot.

(Something felt wrong about all of this.)

Unsteadily, feeling like the world was spinning around him, he got to his feet and managed to stumble over to the door, holding his forehead with one hand as a wave of dizziness hit him.

“Hey, g...guys?” he called out, his voice slurring slightly for some reason. Seriously, why did he feel so out of it?! It was getting annoying...and a bit paranoia-inducing, if he had to be honest.

“Kai?!...What’s the matter?” he could hear Lloyd call from down the hall.

(Why did he sound so...surprised?)

“Lloyd? Do you...know why I feel like I...just...got hit by a bus? No, wait...that...doesn’t sound right...” Kai could barely think through the sharp, ringing pain in his head, and it bled through into his words.

Lloyd was silent, but the red ninja could make out footsteps coming towards him, and soon his adopted little brother was standing in the doorway, a concerned look on his face.

“That sounds painful,” the master of energy said with a slight grimace. “Can you...remember anything?”

Kai shook his head. “If...I could, I...wouldn’t be asking...” He winced as another jolt of pain hit him. “Agh, it...it’s making it...”

“I could try to help,” Lloyd offered, causing the master of fire to give him a confused look. “Oni hypnosis, remember? I bet I can dull the pain.”

Right—he’d almost forgotten the green ninja had that ability, because it didn’t come up very often.

“Honestly...try anything you want, it...really hurts...”

The blonde gave him a grin, almost a...dark grin? Why would he...Kai could barely keep his thoughts straight with the pounding ache assaulting his head, and try as he might just couldn’t connect the dots in front of him.

“Got it. Just watch, okay?”

Wait...didn’t Lloyd’s eyes usually glow green when he did this? Because they looked red this time...and it felt uncannily familiar...

“You’re feeling very calm now, very relaxed, all the pain and confusion is draining away...”

As he heard this, the throbbing started to subside as the master of fire felt a sudden haze clouding his senses, like his head was being filled with cotton.

He did feel calm now. Overwhelmingly so.

Drooping slightly, Kai’s gaze remained fixated on the glowing crimson orbs in front of him, unable to look away, and his own eyes started to glaze over.

“You like this feeling, don’t you?”

Absently, he nodded, a dazed look on his face.

“Y-yeah...hey, Lloyd, I think...I think I...”

“Oh, we’re not done yet, Kai.”

The words seemed to amplify and echo, tugging at something inside him.

(This whole situation suddenly felt all too familiar.)

“Just let me take over for now.”

And then it clicked, and Kai realized what was wrong with all of this, finally remembering why he must’ve felt so weird earlier.

And his eyes widened in fear, a spark of alertness returning.

“W-wait, no, what are—n-not—not again—“ he managed to stutter out before Lloyd suddenly silence him with a hand over his mouth.

“Kai, it’s alright, you can trust me. It’ll all be fine. You only have to calm down and listen to me.”

The forced relaxation was oppressive now, forcing his limbs to go limp against his will. Struggling against the blond’s grip on his face, keeping him quiet and forcing him to keep eye contact, the red ninja tried desperately not to succumb again to his brother’s control.

But he’d willingly let it start to take hold. He stood no chance.

And he couldn’t fight it.

“Do you hear me? Nod if you can hear me.”

With a shudder, Kai finally felt the hypnosis, felt the dominating force on his element, reassert itself completely, and he nodded.

“Good. I don’t know how you managed to slip out of it, Kai, but you can’t let that happen again, understand?”

“I understand, Lloyd...”

“But there is a bright side to this—there’s apparently after effects, so if anything like this does happen again I can handle it easily. After all, you ended up walking right back in.”

Lloyd was pacing through the room now, but then stopped and turned to the master of fire with a wicked smirk.

“So I think I’ve got it all covered.”

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(There were a lot of ideas Ivy threw at me for options under the general prompt of “Something for the Evil Hypno Lloyd AU, but her last idea, Kai temporarily snapping out of it and having to get put back under, made me go YES so here we are!

Hypnotic Hangovers—who’d have thought? Me. That’s who.

Lloyd takes a different approach than the first time because honestly he had the perfect lead-in to do it without Kai noticing till it’s too late.

And just—I, freaking LOVE, this AU? Like, a heck of a lot.)

—Mint

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Triple Frontier: Unwanted Job Chapter 8

The next chapter is here! I’m not exactly sure where I am going to go from here so some of the next chapters may be a little slow. I hope you all enjoy reading these as much as I love writing them. In this chapter and the next couple of chapters there will be scenes of past abuse so fair warning before you get into this chapter. WARNING: Past Physical Abuse, Past Mental Abuse, Past Sexual Assault, Protective Frankie, Attempted Sexual Assault, Assault, Nightmare Induced Panic Attack and some Self Doubt/Hate. IF ANY OF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE DO NOT READ!

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The next couple of weeks had been quiet as Cait and the others frequently checked in with Will. June had decided to go back to the ranch, but Benny decided to stay after she persuaded him that Cait needed him at this time. “We should go out tonight”, Santiago announced. “Where would we go?”, Benny questioned. “Well we could go down to the local bar and play some pool or shoot darts”, he responded.

“It would be good for us to get out of the house and have some normalcy”, Cait agreed. Frankie nodded as Santiago and Benny smiled. Later on at the bar Frankie watched as you did shots of tequila with Benny. It had gathered a small crowd to see which one of the two would quit first. “What’s the matter Benny ya’ look like you might get sick”, Cait joked as she took her sixth shot. “Nah, I’ll be fine you just worry about yourself”, he laughed.

“I bet she beats him”, Santiago quipped. “Oh what makes you so certain?”, Frankie asked. “Well if I recall correctly she was always good at drinking us under the table, and not being absolutely hung over the next morning”, he replied. “Yeah that’s true. I never understood how she was able to pull that off. She always said it was genetics”, Frankie laughed before taking a swig of his beer. Benny was starting to sway after his ninth shot, and Cait was grinning as if she already knew the outcome.

Sure enough Cait downed her tenth shot as Benny shook his head, and bowed out. The small crowd cheered as Cait held up her fists in victory. She stumbled back towards the boys when a guy cut off her path. She looked up at him, and took in that he was tall with short blonde hair and gray eyes. “Hey those were some nice drinking skills. How about you come with me and I’ll buy you whatever you fancy”, the stranger smirked.

“No that’s quite alright”, she answered. “Oh come on just one little drink”, he tempted. “Look I’m here with some friends, and I’m not looking for any company please move”, she gritted out. She went to move around him when he grabbed her arm. “Ow hey let go puta you're hurting my arm”, she snarled. “Look I was trying to be nice, but I think you should come with me”, he growled and started to pull her towards the bathrooms.

Cait panicked as images of her ex flew through her head. He pulled her into the mens bathroom and pushed her against the sink. She threw a punch at him and it landed on his jaw, but it didn’t have the desired effect she had hoped for. He drew back and the slap he threw landed on her right cheek. She crumpled to the floor in pain, but was yanked up by her hair so she was face to face with the man. “Relax once I get started I’m sure you’ll enjoy it”, he chuckled.

Cait could smell the liquor as his breath hit her face. She flinched back, but stomped on his foot as the bathroom door burst open. He hissed pushing her away from him which caused her to stumble and fall catching her head on the sink with a sickening sound. Through the blur of tears and pain she could make out a scuffle. “Cait hey are you ok”, Benny was asking, but he sounded like he was in a tunnel far away. 

Frankie grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “You ever fucking touch my girl again, and I’ll fucking kill you”, she heard Frankie shouting. “That whore is your girl, maybe you should teach her to be more submissive”, the stranger scoffed. That was all it took for Frankie to go absolutely feral, but before Frankie could do any damage Santiago was pulling him away as a bouncer grabbed the drunk stranger. “What the hell is going on here”, the bouncer asked. 

“This bastardo assaulted my girl and was trying to have his way with her”, Frankie hissed. “What my boyfriend said is true he pulled me in here and slapped me around”, Cait spoke up. Benny watched as she sat up slowly, but was swaying pretty bad. “Miss, do you want the police called?”, Cait seemed to freeze up. “No”, was her whispered reply. Frankie, Santi and Benny were dumbfounded. “I just want to go home”, she sniffled. 

Benny slowly helped her to her feet as the bouncer escorted the stranger out of the bar. Frankie and Benny helped her out to the rental car that Santiago had and helped her into the back seat. She instantly curled into Frankies side and silently shook the entire ride back to the house. He helped her into the house, and she went straight for the bathroom before the guys could assess the damage. 

Frankie knocked on the door and asked to enter, but when no reply came he slowly opened the door. Cait quickly hid her face behind her knees that she had had against her chest. “Hermosa it’s okay you don’t have to hide”, Frankie told her. He was using his bedroom voice on her, but she refused to look at him. He slowly got down onto the floor and pulled her legs out. When he looked at her face he grimaced. “I’m sorry it looks horrible. I tried to fight back, but he...hehitmeandIdidn’tknowwhatelsetodo”, she said in a rush. 

“Hermosa don’t apologize it wasn’t your fault if I ever see that man again I’ll kill him for what he tried to do to you”, Frankie seethed at the memory. He noticed that she was still swaying some, and her eyes seemed unfocused. “Cait, baby can you tell me how many fingers I’m holding up?”, he questioned. “Ummmm four I think”, she responded. “I think you have a pretty serious concussion. I was only holding up two”, he told her.

“Here let’s get that cut on your head doctored up, and then an ice pack for that bruise on your cheek ok”, he soothed. Cait simply nodded as he helped her up, and to sit on the sink. He pushed her legs apart so he could stand closer to clean out the cut. Once it was clean he put some triple antibiotic on it to keep out any infection. He leaned in close and kissed her forehead as Benny came in to get a look at her. 

“How is she?”, Benny asked. “I cleaned the cut on her head, and I’m pretty sure she has a concussion”, Frankie replied. “Here I’ll go get her an ice pack”, Benny said walking out. Frankie helped her to the bed where he propped pillows behind her to keep her awake and upright. Benny came back in with an ice pack and tylenol that she gladly accepted. Santiago brought in some water and she downed the pills. “Gracias”, she smiled. “De nada”, Santiago grinned. “Yeah what he said”, Benny huffed.

“Sorry for ruining your all’s night out”, she apologized. “Stop apologizing it wasn’t your fault”, Frankie defended. “Yeah if anything we should have let Frankie kill that asshole. Hell Frankie had him by the collar and pushed up against the wall”, Benny explained. “Really?”, she asked. “Yeah he sure did and that guy was almost a foot taller than him”, Santiago grinned. “Damn that sounds hot as fuck”, she replied. Frankie blushed red at the comment as the guys said their goodnights. 

Frankie made sure that she iced the bruise that had already formed on her cheek. The bruise had started to spread, and now she had a pretty bad shiner under her eye. When he was sure she was okay enough to sleep he pulled her close, placing small kisses on the top of her head and whispering sweet nothings into her hair. The peace didn’t last long as he woke up to shaky breathing, crying and a panicked voice. 

“I’m sorry I won’t do it again. Please I...don’t hit me please I didn’t mean anything. Please no no no no. Please stop it hurts. You’re hurting me...Please stop!”, Cait cried thrashing beside him. “Cait wake up it’s okay”, Frankie called out. As soon as he touched her arm she shot up like she had been shocked falling off the bed in a tangle of sheets and blankets. She scrambled back until her back hit the wall and Frankie was already making his way towards her. 

“Cait it’s okay it’s me it’s Frankie”, he tried to soothe her frayed nerves. Cait’s breath was coming out in quick puffs, and Frankie knew the signs of a panic attack. He slowly scooted off the bed and knelt in front of her. “You’re safe. I’m right here baby I need you to listen to me okay”, he told her. She just shook her head as more tears fell down her face. He slowly brought his hands up on the sides of her face.

“Look at me hermosa. That’s it, now breathe in and out”, he told her, taking a deep breath and exhaling. It wasn’t working and Frankie was wracking his brain trying to think of something to help her. A last second idea popped into his head and he gently pulled her into his lap cradling  her head to his chest. “Listen to my breathing. Now I want you to inhale when I do and exhale when I do okay”, Frankie relayed.

It took a few moments, but when she started to relax and breathe normally he sighed. There were several minutes of silence as Frankie contemplated on asking what that episode was about. “I’m sorry for waking you”, she admitted. “It’s ok....”, he started to explain, but was cut off. “No it’s not okay. I’m broken, and you deserve somebody more put together. Someone who doesn’t wake you at odd hours of the night. Someone who can be there for you instead of adding to your problems”, she hiccuped. 

“Cait, don't ever think that you add to my problems. I love you, and you have been there for me.  If anything I’m the broken one. Please never ever think that you’re not enough for me. I would take a bullet for you”, he confided. “Maybe we are both broken, and you kind of did take a bullet for me”, she tried to joke. “Why don’t we go to the kitchen and get you something to drink”, he suggested. She nodded and got up and helped him up.

In the kitchen Frankie started making some tea as Cait watched from the counter where she sat. He put the kettle on the stove, and made his way to stand between her legs. “Do you want to talk...I mean it’s okay if you don’t want to, I understand”, he backpedaled. “I was having a nightmare about the night that my ex beat me. I have had that particular nightmare before, but the last one I had of that night was the night after the funeral”, she admitted. 

Frankie just watched her as she continued explaining. “We had gone out to a club, and a guy had asked me to dance. I told him I was there with someone, and he understood, but my ex got jealous. He waited until we walked in the front door of his house, and that’s when he pushed me into the wall and punched me. I remember clawing at his face, and he retaliated by pushing me to the floor and started to kick me”, she told him as tears started trailing down her face.

She paused as Frankie wiped the tears away with his thumbs and brought her in for a soft kiss. “You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to, I won’t pry”, he assured her. “No I need to tell somebody. He knew I was already considering leaving him because of verbal abuse, but this was so different. He repeatedly kicked me and I remember hearing some of my ribs snapping as I screamed at him to stop. He told me that I was a whore, and I should be treated as such”, she explained. 

She paused and glanced at the pot on the stove as if wanting a distraction for the next things she was about to tell him. “He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and climbed over top of me. I fought him, but he punched me a couple of times and I lost consciousness. I was only out long enough for him to remove my shirt and pants. I told him no and that I was going to leave him, and that I was tired of the abuse. He just laughed at me”, she hesitated.

Frankie sat still as a statue afraid of what he would hear come from her lips next, but he stayed strong he had to for her. “He beat me more after I refused to have sex , and I was so exhasted that he had me naked and under him before I could even cry out for help. I pleaded with him to stop that it hurt, but he wouldn’t. He kept telling me that I was his and that I couldn’t leave him if I got pregnant. I tried to block it all out and waited until he was done and passed out. Once he passed out I got dressed and called Will and Benny to come get me”, she continued.

“They came and took me to the hospital both vowing that he would pay for what he did. I never told anyone about him raping me not even Will or Benny. It made me feel so dirty, and I felt like no one would ever want me after what he did to me. I should have stopped him or fought him harder. I was weak, but I went back to him because he told me no other man would want someone broken or used. I believed him then. Will and Benny got me to make my final decision and that's when he tried to kill us both”, she cried. 

Francisco Morales was never a man of confrontation, but right now he wished that her ex was still alive just so he could torture him, and make him suffer for what he had done to her. “Cait you aren’t weak, and I am so sorry I wasn’t there for you then. I promise you that I will protect you and never let another man do what he did to you. I would die before letting anything happen to you”, he told her as he shed tears of his own for her. He held her and they both shared more tears as he comforted her.

His heart was breaking that he couldn’t save her from that horrible moment in time. She clung to him, but it was interrupted by the whistle of the kettle. Frankie reluctantly pulled away from her and poured her a cup of tea. She took the cup from him and sipped on it after it had cooled. “I know everybody knows he beat me, but you’re the only person I told about the…”, she sobbed, breaking down again.

“I won’t tell anyone that is only information that you should share if you want to, but I am glad that you told me. If I ever do something that makes you uncomfortable in any way I want you to tell me immediately okay”, he told her, taking hold of her free hand. Cait nodded and drank the tea until she was ready to go back to bed. Frankie went to pull away to put the kettle in the sink, but Cait’s grip tightened on his hand. 

He squeezed her hand in confirmation and helped her back to the bedroom. She helped him put the covers back onto the bed, and she glued herself to his side. He pulled her more onto his chest and she automatically draped her leg over his. She listened to his heart beat to help lull her back into slumber. He stayed awake a bit longer having images of what that asshole had done to her. “Te protegeré hasta mi último aliento mi amor”, he whispered as he fell asleep.

No more nightmares plauged her throughout the night, and neither of them woke until Benny knocked on the door. “Hey guys it’s like Twelve Hundred Hours”, he called through the door. Benny knocked a little louder until Frankie flung the door open startling him. “What do you want”, Frankie seethed. “I just thought I would let you all know how late it was. Santiago and I are thinking about heading out today to go home”, he told them. 

“Sorry for snapping. That’s fine just don’t wake Cait she is still sleeping and had a rough night”, Frankie told him. “Yeah I know man we can let her sleep a little longer”, Benny agreed. Benny and Santiago were almost done packing when Cait finally walked in from the bedroom still groggy. “What’s going on?”, she asked. “Well I have to get back and Benny here can’t stand being away from June so we are packing to leave. It has been quiet, but if anything happens you and Frankie have our numbers”, Santiago supplied.

The goodbyes were all said and Santiago drove the rental car back to the airport. Cait had been fidgeting for the rest of the day waiting for texts that they were safely home. Santiago’s text came in first letting Frankie and Cait know he was home safe and to call if they needed anything. Benny’s text came in much later when he had gotten “distracted” as he put it by a night under the stars with June. That night Frankie had treated Cait to dinner, and a nice hot shower that had led to more than just a shower. It was all too easy for them both to fall asleep afterwards.

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Alright guys that is the end of this chapter. We will see where the next couple of chapters take us and what else awaits for the two lovebirds. For the translation I used Babel Fish so I am sorry if the spanish isn’t correct. I wish I had someone to teach me spanish!

[imagining-supernatural]

The Backstory

Part 15 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: You and Sebastian sit down and you finally tell him about your past

Word Count: 1,757

HGTV was playing in the background, but neither you nor Seb were paying attention. You were curled together in the recliner with a heavy blanket over your legs. He still had a few hours before he had to head out to his interview with Jimmy Fallon, so this was the best time to tell him about your past. Enough time that he could process everything and not be too burdened during his interview, but not enough time that the two of you would drag out every damn detail. There were parts that you wouldn’t tell him, but most of it, you wanted him to know.

You just had to figure out how to start.

“You grew up in Wyoming, right?” He prompted, as if sensing that you were stuck before you had even begun.

“Yeah.” You sighed heavily, shoring up your courage. “It was just me, my sister, and my parents. If I have any cousins or aunts, I don’t know about them. My, uh, my dad was… you know what? I’m just gonna say everything really quick to get it all out there. I think that’ll be easier.”

He nodded, rubbing his hand along your spine. You tucked your head into his neck, hoping that the lack of eye contact would make it even easier.

“Alright. Ever since I can remember, my dad has been an alcoholic. Abusive too, but I didn’t realize until later. He took out most of it on my mom and sister, since she was older. But then, uh, my sister, Eliza, moved out when she turned sixteen and it was just me and my mom.”

“How old were you?” he asked in a pained whisper.

“Eight. She’s eight years older than me. He died when our house caught fire when I was sixteen. Cigarette left burning. His fault.” Your voice broke on the last two words, but you powered through. “Luckily mom was in lockup for the night for drunk and disorderly or something and I was staying with Jaz. That was… it’s fucked up to say, but that was the best day of my life.”

His hand moved up your back and settled on the back of your head, holding you closer. That simple action drew a wave of tears to your eyes that had you blinking quickly, trying to hold them back. God, you didn’t deserve him.

Remembering the truth of that day… you really didn’t deserve him.

“Um, so that left me and my mom. She… She was an alcoholic too, but more of a neglectful alcoholic. Thank god for Jasmin and her family. I don’t know what I would have done without them. They kept me alive and sane until I was old enough to get a job and basically support myself a few months after my dad died. I thought it was over, then. Up until then, my family was just that trash family that other people in town gossiped about to feel better about themselves. I got some pitying looks, and that was it.

“Then my sister went and got arrested. Everyone expected me to take in her two sons when she was convicted and sentenced to life in prison.”

“What did she do?”

A bitter laugh escaped your throat. “Fucking murdered her boyfriend. Abused her kids. Assaulted a police officer. She… she didn’t have a friend like Jaz. Or a support system like Jaz’s family. But that’s still no excuse. None at all. They’re her kids. She knew what it was like to grow up being a punching bag. She…” In an effort to control your budding anger, you took a deep breath and turned your face into Seb’s neck for a second, letting his familiar scent calm you.

“So when she was sentenced to twenty-five to life, the entire town assumed I would adopt the kids. I mean, they were my nephews and all, but everyone was acting like it was my responsibility to raise them. But… But I was barely eighteen. I couldn’t even take care of myself and I didn’t want to put them in a position where I—where I might snap like she did. It wasn’t fair to them. And they were young enough that they were adopted fairly quickly and now they’re with some family down in Georgia growing up with cute little Southern accents. Their parents send me letters sometimes. Pictures too. The boys are happy. And I know I made the right decision, but if you listen to what everyone else said, then you’d start thinking I was a selfish bitch who didn’t respect family values as if they’d all forgotten the kind of values my family taught me. I-I-I know I made the right choice. They’re happy. So fuck what everyone else thought.”

“People make far too many judgments based on far too few facts,” Sebastian whispered against your hair.

“And far too many assumptions,” you mumbled.

He held you in silence for a few minutes, just stroking your hair.

“You know what the worst thing someone said to me was?” You asked a bit later, after your heartbeat had calmed down from its angry beating. “When word got out that I had cancer, someone from my hometown told me that God gave me cancer as punishment for not adopting my nephews. For thinking someone else could raise them better than their own blood. Years later and they still couldn’t let it go.”

Not that they were entirely wrong. Your cancer might have been punishment from God, but not because you didn’t adopt your nephews. There were far worse things you’d done.

“That’s—” He couldn’t even find a word to describe how that made him felt. And you completely understood.

“Rude? Horribly offensive? Fucking ignorant? Welcome to small town Wyoming where the bible rules and if you say you’ve never shot a gun you’ll be shunned until you do.”

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetie, that’s… God that’s horrible.”

“People suck,” you said simply. “I just… I wanted you to know. You know, in case this shit hits the news or whatever. And also… Also, I just wanted you to know. I wanted to tell you. Regardless.”

He slid his hand to your chin and tilted your head up until you were falling into his blue eyes. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank for telling me; trusting me.”

“Thank you for being someone who doesn’t suck,” you responded in a weak effort to lighten the mood.

You only had a second to register his soft smile before he leaned forward and brushed his lips against your cheek. “I always knew you were strong. I mean, to go through cancer treatment like this… but now?” His thumb rubbed against your cheek, nearly touching your lips. Your eyes closed at his touch, face leaning into his palm. “Sweetheart, I think you’re the strongest person I think I’ve ever met.”

Just as you were about to argue his statement, he leaned forward again. This time his lips brushed just at the corner of your mouth and lingered, wiping away every single word you’d ever known. He finally pulled away a hairsbreadth and the air between you two was super-charged. All it would take was a tilt of your head and you’d be kissing him properly.

But you couldn’t do it. You just couldn’t.

After a moment more, he drew back, pausing only to press his lips to your forehead briefly. “So, your sister and mom are still alive?”

“No.” Your voice was surprisingly strong. Barely wavering. “My sister’s still in prison, but my mom died a few months after I turned sixteen. Another reason the town seems to hate me. They think if I’d stuck around more, she wouldn’t have killed herself but that wasn’t my job. I was a kid. It wasn’t my job to keep my parent alive.”

“Killed herself?”

“Drunk herself to death, I guess.” It was an explanation you’d said many times before. One that wasn’t entirely accurate, but the closest to the truth you could get. “Suicide wasn’t the official cause of death, but I knew. She drunk too much. I think she was shooting up with something, too. They called it an accidental overdose. Said if I’d been there, I might have been able to call 911 and save her. But they didn’t know us. They didn’t know what happened in that house. I… I don’t blame her. She didn’t want to be saved. She let him break her. My sister became him.”

“And you? What do you think you did?”

“I think… I think… I don’t know. I made a lot of bad decisions in college, but that’s just college. I think I would have turned out differently if I hadn’t spent so much time with Jaz’s family. But even then… I don’t know, Seb. I just know that I never wanted to make anyone feel like I did. It took me my entire college career with campus therapists to work through shit. And there’s some things I haven’t told anyone. And I’m going to be working through everything for the rest of my life. I know that. I think I just became more aware. Aware what kind of affect my words might have on someone else. I’m cautious about everything. Maybe that’s why I went into data security. I didn’t have anyone, really, to protect me.” By this point you’d practically forgotten you weren’t alone. You were just musing aloud. Putting together parts of your therapy sessions with your own emotions.

It was something you’d never done.

Even in therapy, you hadn’t opened up all the way.

But here? With someone you’d met a month ago?

Here, you felt safe. Loved, even.

“What about Jasmin?”

“She tried. But her family was amazing. She just couldn’t understand my family. She was always sympathetic, but never really knew how to help. And, honestly, I wouldn’t ever want her to know how to help. I never want her to be in the position to understand.”

“I guess I get that.”

“’Sides, this way I had her to pull me out. She pushed me to move on. Helped me figure out how to… not become them.”

Silence, once again, fell. Even telling the barest bones of your past had exhausted you and you couldn’t move from Seb’s lap even if you wanted to.

It was nearly a half hour later when he spoke in a soft voice, his words drawing a soft laugh from you. “At least I don’t have to go through the meet the parents shtick.”

Think that’s all of it? The worst of it? 

CHAPTER 16: THE FIRST PAPARAZZI AMBUSH